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pixiethesizeshifter · an hour ago
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Cat is to Bag as Assistant is to Phone. Aka Tommy meets new people.
tiny assistant au: Giants: Tubbo + Wilbur + Philza tinies: Ranboo + Tommy + Technoblade warnings: suicidal ideation mention, language, mentions of trauma, terriblecharacter!dream, objectifying/ referring to someone as an 'it' in a degrading way [ I am very tired but I have so many ideas for this au, brain is so full all of the time. - ™️ anon] _______________________________ Tommy woke up with a start, staying silent in terror. His senses were haywire and he quickly ran through a system update so he would be ready if he was picked up from his charging station. But as time passed Tommy remembered everything, he wasn't in that situation anymore. Now, instead of being met with a new round of psychological warfare, he relaxed as he felt the soft tapping of Tubbo on the back of his phone. It was subtle to anyone who didn't know Morse, but thankfully google translate was burned into his brain. He listened and realized the quiet taps were three specific letters. 'I (..) L (.-..) U (..-)' Tommy smiled to himself, when his owner had tossed him aside he thought that was it. He was fine with it. What a fitting end for a piece of technology, used for as long as it remained useful then tossed into the trash. But there came Tubbo to fuck that all up. He snickered at himself as he accessed his photos. Tubbo mainly used Ranboo's phone for important stuff like emails and boring shit. But on his phone? Tommy laughed as he found the picture Tubbo had taken of Willbur, who had fallen asleep on the floor after introducing Technoblade to Tubbo and Ranboo. Willbur had been around for a week now, and today... Tommy was strong, but he was nervous. Because Tubbo wanted to tell Will about him today. It could go two ways: 1, Wilbur is not a dickhead and agrees to keep the secret. Or 2, Willbur IS a dickhead and reports him as stolen or whatever and he has to go back to...him. He sighed to himself as unease crawled over his skin. If that happened, he had made Ranboo promise to destroy his phone. And with it, him as well. "Hey Tommy?" He blinked as Tubbo tapped his phone a bit harder than before, bringing his attention to his screen. He looked through the camera to see Tubbo sitting at his desk, Ranboo sitting on a box of open Oreos, looking at a video playing on Tubbo's computer. "What's up?" He asked, shuddering as his phone was unplugged. Tubbo hummed. "Are you still worried about Will?" Tommy sighed, of course he was, but like hell he would admit it. "No of course not! If he does not lile me I will simply fight him in a duel to defend my honor. I will-" He paused as he collected the energy he needed to leave his phone. With a blink he found himself stood on- "Shit." Tubbo's laughter shook the ground beneath Tommy's feet as he frantically grabbed onto some of the fluffy locks that surrounded him. "Maybe Will can help us with your weird teleporting too big man." Tubbo snickered as he reached a hand up towards Tommy, who huffed as his friend's fingers curled carefully around him. "Whatever." He was placed softly on the desk, moving to lean against the Oreo box. "Why did you take me off? I'm at 80%, not 100." Tubbo hummed, motioning towards his computer screen. "I've been looking at how to maintain phones with degraded batteries and one thing they say is to not charge them to 100% because of how all the chemicals react and stuff. Hopefully we can find someone that will replace your battery, but until then it's best to keep it in the best condition we can." Tommy nodded, remembering how his last owner would leave him charging for days then use his phone until it died, then charged it just enough to turn back on then run it dead again. "Did you see any uh...water damage when you took the tracker out?" Tubbo shook his head. "Everything looked okay, your phones are supposed to be waterproofed so it makes sense." "To be fair Tubbo jumped into a pool forgetting I was in his pocket and I'm fine." Ranboo chuckled as Tubbo gasped in feigned shock. "I didn't just forget, dad pushed me in." Tubbo huffed, crossing his arms childishly. "Suuuure." Ranboo laughed, kicking his legs as they barely dangled off the edge of the box. The three all jumped as a knock sounded against Tubbo's door, as he had locked it for once. "One second!" Tubbo called, quickly placing Tommy's phone under the Oreo box and scooping Tommy up and placing him in his hoodie pocket. Tommy huffed at the quick movement and being picked up so suddenly, but he trusted Tubbo with his life even if it hurt his pride a bit. "Hey Dad left to get groceries, what did you need?" Tommy held his breath as he realized how close Wilbur was. The taller brunette didn't even know about him, and yet he held so much power over him. "I wanna ask you something Will. C'mon in because I think both of us will need to be sitting down for this." Tubbo's voice rumbled against Tommy's back, serious in a way that was almost funny if it wasn't because his life was on the line. "Of course, what's up?" Wilbur asked as the two settled into sitting positions. "You sound so serious, this is obviously important." Tubbo let out a quiet sigh, and Tommy found a bit of comfort as Tubbo's heartbeat increased in it's tempo. Tubbo cared about him so deeply his body was actually going into fight or flight over him. A worthless assistant that couldn't even play music. Those music discs had mocked him, he was glad they were finally gone. His symbol, what made him unique. Them being gone almost felt fitting, like something even more unique. He was broken out of his spiral as Tubbo's voice vibrated against his back once again. "Did you know it's illegal to have someone else's assistant phone?" There was a tense silence that followed. Will sighed. "You are so much smarter than I have ever given you credit for. How did you find out?" Tommy paused, taking a moment to process that. "Wait, what?" Tubbo asked, his voice cracking as confusion echoed in his tone. "Wait you didn't-" Wilbur seemed equally thrown off. "I-" Tommy held back a yelp as Tubbo physically shook himself out of his confusion. "So Techno, you stole him???" Wilbur let out a noise. "Technically yes? I'm supposed to 'fix him' but I also don't have to return him if I deem him 'unrepaireable' aka I can't make him obediant. So when I report him as faulty they'll just remove his tracker data and I can either keep him or throw him away. Obviously I'm going to keep him." Tubbo hummed softly. "So what would happen if you threw him away?" "Well I wouldn't but," Tubbo shifted, and Tommy felt his friend lean forwards in anticipation. "The owner, which is technically me, would get a notification in an email or on a separate phone that is listed as our emergency contact after an hour. It will have the phone's location and is pinged once an hour until the phone is found or it is ignored for 48 hours. After that it is considered a 'dead assistant' and the phone is removed from the systems." "What do you mean removed from the systems?" Tubbo asked slowly. Will hummed. "Their phones won't be able to be sent in for repairs, they won't be able to update their software, they can no longer get a signal, they're essentially a tablet." Tubbo relaxed slightly. "Oh that's it? Okay I guess it could be way worse." Tommy nodded silently in agreement. He could live without all that stuff. It was fine. "And if the owner keeps tracking the phone, it extends the time before they're removed from the system, just in case there's an error or something." Will continued. Tommy froze, and he felt Tubbo tense as well, his heartbeat quickening with anxiety. It had been three weeks since he was found, and barely a week since his tracker chip was removed. Tommy frantically connected to his phone remotely and stared in horror at the signal bars at the top left of his screen. Meaning his last owner had been tracking him up until his tracker was taken out. "Tubbo are you alright?" Wilbur asked, cutting through the tense silence. "Will...can you promise me something?" Tubbo asked slowly, his heartbeat thudding against Tommy's back. "Promise me the next thing I tell you won't leave this room, you can't even tell dad." There was a beat of silence before a sigh came from the older brunette. "I promise." Tommy felt Tubbo pull his phone out from under the Oreo box, soft taps of 'U R OK' in Morse reverberating softly through his connection with his phone. "Tubbo...that's-" Wilbur's voice seemed strained in shock. Tommy bit back a yelp as Tubbo's hand reached into his space, his friend's fingers curling around him carefully. He felt Tubbo softly press against his shoulder in an awkward attempt at comfort before pulling him out into the open. Tommy stomach twisted in dread as he had to look way up to see Wilbur's face. Holy shit the human was tall. "Wilbur meet Tommy." Tubbo said with a shaky smile. "Tommy...meet Wilbur." There was an awkward silence as the two stared at each other. "Tubbo..." Tubbo went tense at the tone. "Yeah Will?..." "I-" Wilbur shook his head before starting to laugh, the sound slightly unhinged. "I cannot believe it." Wilbur calmed enough to look at both of them. "If I'm right, you managed to find the assistant phone of the son of EmSea's fucking CEO." Will relayed before falling back into shaky laughter. "That would be your luck huh?" Tubbo carefully cradled Tommy to his chest, leaning back in his chair. "Well I don't really care Will. Whoever it is was a piece of shit to Tommy." Will calmed and nodded. "Oh absolutely, I've seen some of the early prototypes. He was the beta tester for them, and most of them are either unwakeable or unresponsive to anything other than direct orders." Tommy felt sick as he remembered some of the experiments he endured from his owner. And the grim reminder of how his story could have ended. "So you won't tell anyone about Tommy, right?" Tubbo asked, his voice dead serious. Will shook his head. "Of course not! I'm not one to throw others under proverbial busses, you know that." Tubbo nodded, and Tommy felt him relax, heartbeat slowing back to normal and he felt himself subconsciously relaxing as well. "So," The three turned to the doorway at the sudden voice. Standing there was Philza with a familiar pink phone in his hand. "I think we all need to have a little chat. Boys, assistants." Tommy felt his heart stop as he made eye contact with Tubbo's dad who turned shortly after to stare down Will. "Meet me in the kitchen in 5 minutes." He stated, handing the phone over to Will before turning out the door. "Oh shit." Tommy gulped nervously. "Oh shit is right big man." Tubbo echoed. Wilbur picked up Techno's phone and sighed. "Well we better go ahead and get down there. No use avoiding the inevitable..." The four nodded at each other, the two assistants retreating to their phones as Tubbo followed Wilbur out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen. The two brothers were expecting to see their dad waiting for them, sat down at the table all proper like when they would come back from school with failings marks. Instead they were met by him sitting leaned over with a perturbed look, hand threaded through his hair like when he was nervous to do something. "Dad?" Wilbur bit the bullet, catching Phil's attention. "C'mon over and take a seat boys...and if you could ask those assistant boys to join us as well, I would appreciate it." Phil said softly, waving them over. Tubbo and Will took a seat, both pulling out their respective phones. Ranboo left his phone with little hesitation, meanwhile Tommy took a little reassurance from Tubbo. However. "Techno?" The four turned to Will who seemed to pause then slowly look up at Phil in confusion. Phil nodded. "By the time I realized it's phone had fallen into my bag it was dead, but when I tried to charge it-" "Him." Phil paused, turning to Tubbo who huffed. "His name is Technoblade and he is not an 'it'." Phil glanced down at Ranboo and Tommy, both nodding in agreement with their friend. "I- right. His battery wasn't charging so I went to get you when I got back. So...explain what's going on boys." Will glanced at Tubbo, raising an eyebrow to which Tubbo nodded. "So when I bought Ranboo's phone..." [End]
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buckysglow · 8 days ago
Okay, okay last time i ask u... but dad!bucky being soft
Last one for the night! I’m doing them as fast as possible, but send in some more of your ideas and prompts! I’m doing as many Dad!Bucky requests as I can in honor of Father’s Day!
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You checked your calendar once more, sighing when you finally came to the conclusion that you couldn’t go. You turned to your son. His hair was a mess from his long day at school. His cheeks were covered in chocolate from the Oreos you had given him as a snack. Your heart melted at the sight of him.
“Bubbas, I got some bad news...” You said dramatically, making all of the boys stop in their chewing to look up at you. Bucky included. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to chaperone your field trip to the zoo, Sam.”
Your middle child always seemed to be the most sentisive, so when he dropped his head, your heart ached. You looked at Bucky, quirking an expectant eyebrow at him. He jumped, sitting up straighter, and cleared his throat; Bucky never liked going on the field trips because he found the other parents to be extremely annoying.
“I might be able to go, Bubbas; what day is it, Mommy?” Bucky asked, giving into your stubborn gaze.
“It‘s in two weeks, on Wednesday! You have nothing written down, Daddy, so I think you’re all set to go!” You exclaimed. Bucky feigned his own excitement well and looked at your son with an open smile.
“Dad’s never gone on one of my fieldtrips!” Your eldest whined, crossing his arms over his little chest.
“He’ll try to go on your next one!” You assured him quickly, avoiding Bucky‘s glare.
When your two boys came home from the zoo, they had a slight tan from being in the sun all day.
Sam came running in to greet you, clutching his bag tightly in his hands, “Mom!”
“Hey, bud, did you and daddy have a good time!”
“It was awesome, Mom! Dad got to hold a snake and it tried to squeeze his arm to death, Mom! It was so cool!”
As he spoke fast and breathless, your husband walked in. He had a soft smile on his face as your son told you the story.
“I guess it didn’t like the metal cuz it started to squeeze, but Daddy didn‘t feel a thing, Mom! It was s’cool, you should have seen it. The snake woman was freaking out tryin’ to get it off him.”
You nodded along with your son, eyes wide as he told you. You looked over at your husband with questioning eyes; he just shrugged nonchalantly.
“And then, all my friends,“ he gasped for air as words continued to rapidly fall from him, “kept askin‘ Daddy to lift them up or to let them punch it.“
“Sounds like Daddy was a hit!” You grinned, looking between your boy and your husband. Again, Bucky just shrugged.
“Yeah, Mom! Even my teacher asked to touch his arm!”
“Oh, did she now?” You laughed, eyes narrowing slightly at Bucky.
“Alright, Sam,“ Bucky jumped in, “Why don’t you go wash your hands and get ready for dinner?”
As your son rushed out of the room, you glared at Bucky. He smiled at you guiltily as you placed your hands on your hips.
“Touched your arm, hmm?”
“Listen, baby, I can’t help that I was the coolest parent there.” He joked lightly, pulling you closer to him, ignoring that you stayed stiff.
“Well,“ you laughed, “I guess you’ll be going on all of the fieldtrips from now on then.”
Bucky’s eyes grew wide like saucers, “Oh, please, God, no! I take back what I said!”
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oversharingempath · 28 days ago
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<1> Have you ever stood on a boulevard in the middle of the road and waved at random cars as they passed? uh, no
<2> Did they wave back? –
<3> Are you one of those annoying people that scream “No I will not have sex with you!” in the middle of the movie? no, wtf?
<4> Do you have a headache? just a teeny tiny one
<5> Do you have cabin fever? nah, i was out all morning
<6> Are you doing spring cleaning? not currently
<7> Do you like the Offspring? they’re alright
<8> Does your name have a W in it? nope
<9> Are you menstruating? no
<10> Do you know what circumcision is? yes
<11> One pillow or two? i sleep with one under my head and then i’m surrounded by a pile of others lmao
<12> Last place you went in a car? i drove home from the park
<13> What color was the car? maroon
<14> What are you wearing? shorts and a tanktop
<15> How many bathrooms are in your house? one and a half
<16> Fat Lip or In Too Deep? fat lip
<17> Weirdest color you’ve painted a room in your house? not in this house, but when i was younger my room was painted bright red
<18> Is your hair wet? no
<19> Who’s hotter, Josh Hartnett or Chad Michael Murray? i don’t think either are hot
<20> Do you even know who Chad Michael Murray is? yeah
<21> What does your shower curtain look like? it’s blue and gray and it’s got a very odd striped pattern to it
<22> What was the last thing you said? "why are you screaming” at my cat lmao
<23> Are you talking to anyone on instant messenger? lol instant messenger... no, i’m not
<24> What do your slippers look like? they’re gray ugg slippers
<25> Where do you keep your vacuum? in the hallway upstairs and then there’s a smaller one downstairs in the storage closet
<26> Are you wearing deodorant? yes
<27> Are there any ceilings in your house that aren’t white? no
<28> Do you like to go into chat rooms and annoy people?  god, i haven’t been in a chat room in ages. do they still exist?
<29> Who would you want to be stuck in an elevator with? probably one of my favorite celebrities or a friend
<30> Are you ghetto fabulous? honestly, shut the fuck up
<31> Do you like stickers? i do!
<32> Do you like Mad Libs? omg i love mad libs
<33> Have you ever volunteered? yes. when i first started at my current job, i was just a volunteer
<34> Where is the nearest Kleenex box located? in my bathroom down the hall
<35> Don’t you hate school Kleenex? are they different?
<37> Are you suicidal? no
<38> Crawling or In The End? in the end
<39> Is your window open? no
<40> What was the last pair of shoes you bought? a pair of vans
<41> Do you have a little brother? yep
<42> Does he draw you cute pictures? no, they’re grown lmao
<43> Do you have an older brother? nope
<44> Does he have hot friends? – -
<45> Where do your grandparents live? my grandma lives in va and my dad’s parents live in my hometown
<46> Do you have a rubber chicken? no
<47> What do you think of when you hear the word click? that movie
<48> Are you a moron? no
<49> Do you cut yourself? i used to
<50> What do you do during study hall? we didn’t have study hall at my school
<51> Does your school have open campus? i don’t know what this means tbh
<52> What’s your favorite salad dressing? i don’t like salad dressing
<53> Do you like trampolines? yeah
<54> Do you like cheese? i love cheese
<55> Which is better, tank tops, halter tops, tube tops or none of the above? tanktops
<56> Did you see American Pie 2? unfortunately
<57> Have you ever accidentally sucked something up in the vacuum? oh yeah
<58> Do you talk to Smarterchild? god, yeah
<59> How old will you be in 30 years? 60
<60> Who will you be in the 30 years? hopefully someone i can be proud of
<61> How will you dress in 30 years? like an old man lmao
<62> Are you deaf? no
<63> Are you blind? nope
<64> What do you think of depressed people? well, i am depressed people and i think that it sucks having to live with depression and there’s so much stigma associated with mental health issues in general. i have a lot of empathy for people who are going through depression because it has ruled my life, and seeing it happen to others is horrible and i wish there was better mental health care systems to help people with mental health issues
<65> What are you eating? nothing
<66> Last movie you rented? i rented a movie on amazon recently but can’t remember what it was... and then i ended up not watching it lmao
<67> Last movie you saw in the theater? detective pikachu
<68> Would you consider yourself sexy? i think i can be, but not on an average day
<69> What is your pet’s name? theo, gabriel and crowley
<70> Have you ever made up a song to remember something for a test? yes
<71> Have you ever been to Canada? nope, but i’d love to go
<72> Doesn’t it suck? no idea
<73> Have you ever been to California? nope
<74> Have you ever been to Nebraska? no
<75> Do you have braces? nah, i did when i was a kid though
<76> What color are they? -
<77> Who was the last person you talked to on IM? i don’t use instant messenger apps of any kind really 
<78> Last thing you ate? a drank a smoothie and ate the leftover pasta i had last night
<79> Is your hair straight, wavy, or curly? slightly wavy 
<80> What time is it? 2:39 pm
<81> What did you do today? i had pt this morning, then i went to target and then walked/ran at the park until my friends showed up. we kicked the soccer ball around, then i came home, had lunch and tidied up before starting work at 1 
<82> Cowdance.com or Hamsterdance.com? hamster dance was definitely superior
<83> Are you a vegetarian? no
<84> What’s your locker number? no locker, i’m not in school
<85> What’s the combination? –
<86> Wanna make out? no thanks
<87> You guys want some cookies? i’ll pass
<88> Are you comfy? eh, not totally. my sunburn still hurts and my neck is a little sore 
<89> Right now, who is all in your house? myself and my cats
<90> Are you paranoid? no
<91> Are you only filling this out to avoid doing your homework? nope, i don’t have homework
<92> Do you like the name Jimmy? it’s alright i guess
<93> What do you think of when you hear the name Mark? this gay guy i worked with at cold stone many years ago
<94> Kristin? our payroll person at work
<95> Zoe? oh GOOOOOOD. my ex roommate... i can’t even get into it
<96> Jamie? a girl i trained to volunteer at my job and then she just disappeared one day
<97> Adam? sam and dean’s half brother lmao
<98> Carmen? san diego lol
<99> Do you like Michelle Branch? she was alright
<100> Where would you like to be now? not sitting in front of a computer all day, that’s for sure
<101> Weirdest thing that happened to you recently? weirdest? no idea. well, it was probably something work related but that all just blurs together after a while
<102> Craziest thing you did recently? not very “crazy”, but taking a day trip to the beach was a little wild 
<103> Do you have to pee? no
<104> Do you like fluffy yogurts? wtf is fluffy yogurt?
<105> Don’t you hate that when you have to watch the baby being born in health class? i hate the idea of watching a baby being born in any capacity, so yes
<106> Do you like the Sims? i do
<107> Do you like away messages? Is that still a thing? lmao it was fun back in the day, but i’m pretty sure that’s not a thing anymore
<108> Isn’t that weird how hair gets lighter in the sun but skin gets darker? nah, it’s just science
<109> Do you burn or tan? both
<110> Scotch tape or masking tape? scotch tape
<111> Frozen yogurt or ice cream? ice cream
<112> Do you like pineapple on your pizza? it’s okay, i have to be in the mood
<113> How about anchovies? no
<114> Do you have people on your buddy list that you never talk to? lmao buddy list. i’m sure there were people like that on my buddy list
<115> Do you close the lid after you pee? yes, i can’t stand it when people leave the toilet lid open
<116> Do you go to church? no
<117> Pen or pencil? pen
<118> Do you have any of those mechanical pencils that cost like $6? i have one somewhere
<119> Aren’t they a waste of your money? no, they’re actually very nice. if you spend the money to get one, it will last you a long time and all you have to do is buy the lead to refill it, which is nice
<120> Are your parents divorced? they’re separated but divorce is imminent
<121> Do they hate each other? no, but they don’t care for each other
<121> Do you talk to losers? lmao not in my opinion
<122> If you like rainbows, does that mean you’re gay? no... please stop
<123> Do you make a wish at 11:11? nope
<124> Do you celebrate St. Nick’s Day? no
<125> What song is in your head? the song that’s currently playing
<126> Do you want to be like Jared? no, i’ve never met a jared i’ve liked
<127> Have you ever shaved? yes
<128> Do you like Oreos with peanut butter? i don’t actually know, i’ve shockingly never tried it 
<129> Is your hair its natural color? no
<130> What color are your nails? they’re blue and green 
<131> Do you have a backpack? yeah
<132> What color is it? black
<133> Does it have keychains and buttons and stuff on it? nope
<134> Do you fake sick a lot? no
<135> What time is it now? 2:48 pm
<136> Do your relatives get along? not really 
<137> Who is cooler, your mom’s relatives or dad’s relatives? dad’s relatives. we don’t take to my mom’s relatives, they’re like backwoods trailer trash tbh
<138> Have your eyes been the same color your whole life? yes
<139> What’s the earliest memory you have? jumping on the bed in the hotel at disney world
<140> Is it true that the early bird gets the worm? not necessarily
<141> Have you ever played Monopoly? yeah
<142> Did you see the movie Get Over It? i don’t remember, but probably
<143> Do you like Jimmy Eat World? yes
<144> What about Ludacris? meh, he had a few good jams
<145> Monsters Inc or Shrek? shrek
<146> Do you like to abuse people’s guestbooks on their web site? no
<147> Aren’t babies overrated? yeah, i actually really don’t like babies
<148> Do you have any kids? no
<149> Do you wish you did (if you don’t)? – nope
<150> How long did this take you? not very long... maybe 15 minutes? 
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The Wonder Years: Part 8
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While getting ready for her first school dance, twelve-year-old Olivia starts a path toward discovering who she is truly meant to be. Parts 1-7 can be found under the the tag #alex and liv: the wonder years
Thank you @ghostwritingcabenson​ @imaginaryoperagloves​ @cabensons​ @oliviaswifey​ and my lovely anon for all of your really sweet comments and tags.
Cover courtesy of my tumblr wifey @ghostwritingcabenson​
Seeing the brightly colored frozen yogurt shop put Olivia at ease because it was the setting of some of her best childhood memories and now she was going to experience it with her girlfriend.
Olivia did as Jamie had done for her mom and opened the car door for Alex. That small act of chivalry earned a big smile and a ‘thank you’ from Alex, which made Olivia feel as if she had butterflies in her stomach. 
“Babe, why don’t you take Alex inside?” Jamie suggested. “I want to stay out here and talk to Ollie.” Uh oh.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Serena gestured for Alex to follow her. “We can get first pick of the toppings.”
“Yeah!” Alex said excitedly. “I want chocolate chips and chocolate brownie bites.”
“Is everything okay?” Olivia asked, worried that Jamie had a suspicion that she and Alex were hiding something.
“Everything is fine,” Jamie responded. “This is a good talk, I promise.” She pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her wallet and handed it to Olivia.
“Cool! Twenty bucks!” Olivia folded the money and put it in her pocket. “Thanks, Jamie. I was saving up to buy a-”
“It’s not for you, kid,” Jamie interrupted. “It’s for you to treat Alex.”
Olivia tried to hide her disappointment. “But my mom always pays for frozen yogurt.”
Jamie made a failed attempt at stifling her laughter. “Think about it, kid. What’ll score you more points, you paying for her frozen yogurt or your mom paying?”
“Me, I guess,” Olivia groaned. “There goes my new bat.”
Jamie shook her head and wrapped her arm around Olivia to guide her toward the entrance. “I have so much to teach you, Ollie.”
Alex and Serena were already choosing their toppings when Olivia and Jamie entered the frozen yogurt shop. Olivia noticed that her mom had gotten their usual and she was eager to get the same-chocolate flavored frozen yogurt with Oreo crumbles, gummy worms and Fruity Pebbles-a tradition in the Benson household that they had named Dirt and Worms. 
“Mom, I’ll pay for me and Alex,” Olivia told her once all four cups of frozen yogurt were on the counter and ready to be weighed.
Serena took her debit card out of a pink and white polka dot Kate Spade wallet. “It’s okay, baby, I’ll get it. Save your money for that bat you’ve been wanting.” Olivia noticed her mom and Jamie exchange glances and she hoped Jamie could read her mind because she no longer had the slightest idea what to do. “On second thought, it’s probably not cool for your mom to pay for you on your first date.”
“I got this,” Olivia tried to say as smoothly as she could while she pulled out her twenty dollar bill and placed it on the counter.
“And I’m getting yours,” Jamie told Serena. “You already paid for dinner. We’re supposed to be in an equal partnership here.” After Alex and Olivia’s cups of frozen yogurt were paid for, Jamie inserted her card to pay for hers and Serena’s. 
“I paid for us to eat at Hot Dog On A Stick, not some expensive restaurant,” Serena reminded her. “That’s all we had time for after Barnes & Noble and GameStop.”
Jamie picked up their frozen yogurt cups and carried them over to the table. Olivia figured she should do the same for Alex until she saw Alex already eating brownie bites from her frozen yogurt. Better not take that away from her. “I learned an important lesson today, Ser. If I value my life, I will never attempt to take one of your fries. Is it the same with frozen yogurt?”
Serena scrunched her nose. “Yours is vanilla with strawberries, blueberries, and bananas. No wonder you want to steal some of mine.”
Within seconds of sitting down at the table, Olivia’s phone started to vibrate. It was a text from Elliot confirming he'd be at their secret meeting, but Olivia didn't want to risk her mom seeing a message from her dad come through so she decided to put her phone in her pocket. 
"What's this big science project about?" Serena asked them. "I've never seen an assignment have that effect on Olivia."
Olivia was in the middle of chewing a gummy worm, so she was grateful when her quick thinking girlfriend decided to answer. "It's the end of the year project which is worth 25% of our grade. Mrs. Rodriguez is supposed to give us more details on Monday, but my brother had her class three years ago and he said she lets her students pick the topic. Sometimes that's harder because the possibilities are endless. She also doesn't like us to pick partners because someone could get their feelings hurt if they aren't picked, so she puts us in alphabetical order. If she does that, it's fine because I'll get to work with Olivia. Alphabetically there's no one in between us. We should start brainstorming, Olivia."
The last thing Olivia wanted was to think about a science project that wasn't due for another month, but her girlfriend’s enthusiasm was contagious and the project was the only thing keeping her mom from asking questions about what was actually on her mind.
Olivia felt her phone vibrate again, except this time it wasn’t a text from Elliot or any of her other friends. It was another message from her dad that read, “Hey Sport. Wanna get some pizza tomorrow?”
“Who’s that, baby?” her mom asked her. 
“Just Elliot,” Olivia said nonchalantly. “He’s asking if I’m still coming over tomorrow to watch the game. I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Olivia was grateful that the bathroom was a single stall so nobody could follow her in there. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket immediately after locking the door behind her and started to respond to her dad. “Yeah can we go to Another One Bites the Crust? That’s my favorite. I can meet you there at 1.”
She waited two minutes before another response came through. “Daddy/daughter day tomorrow at 1. They have those rotating basketball hoops outside. Bring your A-game.”
When she returned to their table, a feeling of guilt hit her hard and suddenly. She occasionally hid things from her mom like when she didn’t tell her she had a girlfriend, but this was the first time she had actually lied to her. It was the worst she had ever felt in her entire life and she knew that lie was only the first of many that she’d tell her mom that weekend.
Serena asked Alex about her siblings and Olivia heard Alex talk about her older brother who was fifteen and nice to her and her younger brother who was almost nine and kind of annoying. Olivia loved to hear Alex talk about her home life and her friends and her favorite movies and TV shows, but that night her mind was on her dad and how much fun the two of them were going to have the next day eating pizza and playing basketball.
“Do you have any brothers and sisters?” Alex asked Serena.
With Serena distracted by Alex’s question, Jamie took it upon herself to attempt to steal a gummy worm, but her attempt was soon thwarted by Serena gently smacking her hand. “Hey! Nope. Hands off my worms. If you wanted gummy worms, you should have added some to your frozen yogurt.”
Olivia handed Jamie a couple of her own gummy worms. “Here, Jamie. You can have some of mine. I have a whole bunch.”
Jamie took the worms and held them up to show Serena. “Unlike you, your kid actually shares.”
“What can I say?” Serena smirked. “My kid is better than me. That means I’ve succeeded as a mom.” She held Jamie’s hand on top of the table before turning to Alex. “Sorry, Alex, before we were so rudely interrupted by my gummy worm thief, I was going to tell you that my brother Kyle is two years younger than me and my sister Lexie is one year younger than me. The three of us are really close, like best friends. Kyle and I live in the same building, but Lexie moved back to California after college. She lives in Santa Monica now.”
“Lexie Benson is your sister?” Alex asked, wide eyed and completely in disbelief. “Lexie Benson, the YouTuber? I’ve seen every single one of the videos on her YouTube channel! She does these really funny videos where viewers can request what era or theme they want and she does these in-character spoofs about-” Alex started to blush. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. She’s your sister so you know all about her channel and her videos. Wait, I think I’ve even seen you in some of them!”
“Yeah, she’ll force me every time I go out to Santa Monica,” Serena smiled at her. “And don’t apologize for getting excited over something. I’ll tell Lexie about you next time I talk to her.”
“Babe, your phone,” Jamie told her as she looked down at Serena’s phone and noticed an incoming video call. 
“It’s my mom,” Serena groaned. “If I don’t answer, she’s going to keep calling.” She swiped across the screen to answer. “Hi, Mom. I’m out right now with Olivia, do you mind if I-”
“Where’s my grandbaby?” Mrs. Benson interrupted her. “I want to talk to her.”
Serena handed the phone to Olivia. “Hi, Grandma!” Olivia said excitedly. “Wanna see my girlfriend Alex? She’s having frozen yogurt with me. Me and her went on our first date tonight.”
“Hi, Mrs. Benson,” Alex said after scooting closer to Olivia. “Pleased to meet you.”
“You’re adorable!” Mrs. Benson responded. “And so well mannered. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alex. So, tell me, how is my grandbaby on a date? Does she hold open the door and pull out your chair?”
“She’s a perfect gentleman and she’s so cute and sweet and she got me a rose and frozen yogurt tonight,” Alex beamed. “I like Olivia so much.”
Olivia felt butterflies in her stomach and she wanted nothing more than to kiss Alex if they were alone. “Doesn’t Alex look like a princess?” Olivia asked.
“She looks like Princess Grace,” Mrs. Benson told her granddaughter. “She could be a classic Hollywood starlet. And you look so handsome and grown up, my darling grandbaby.”
“Jamie cut my hair,” Olivia said excitedly.
“Jamie,” Mrs. Benson said in a teasing tone of voice, hoping Serena would hear. “Tall, dark, and handsome, herself, the one woman I would consider switching teams for.”
“Mom,” Serena groaned and Olivia couldn’t help but laugh when her mom put her head down on the table in embarrassment.
Olivia handed the phone over to Jamie. “Hi, Melanie. You’re looking beautiful as always. Where are you? I can see the sunset behind you. Are you on vacation?”
“Oh, no, I’m just on our rooftop,” Mrs. Benson said nonchalantly. “Didn’t my daughter tell you about the beach house in Malibu?”
Serena took the phone from Jamie. “I have to go now, Mom. Alex has to get home soon.”
“Not so fast,” Mrs. Benson told her. “Since you neglected to tell me when your spring break was, I looked it up on Columbia’s website and saw that it’s the week after next. I’m booking your flight to LAX. You can bring Jamie so I can finally meet her in person and my grandbaby can bring her little girlfriend and before you object and say you had something planned for my grandbaby, I will save you the effort and say nothing you can plan in that gloomy state you insist on living in is as much fun as the kids will have at the beach and at Disneyland.”
“Disneyland!” Alex said excitedly. “I’ll ask my mom if I can go as soon as I get home.”
Olivia’s dream of riding the teacups together and buying Alex a pair of sparkly Minnie Mouse ears could finally come true. “Please, Mom. Please can we go? I’ll do anything.”
“Don’t be the bad guy, Serena,” Mrs. Benson told her daughter. “I can hear how happy the kids are.”
“It’s 9:45 over here, Mom,” Serena said in a frustrated tone of voice. “I have to hang up now so we can take Alex home. Bye, Mom. I love you. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Serena set her phone on the table and then turned to face Jamie. “One thing I hate about smartphones is that you can’t angrily close them when you wanna hang up on someone. Nothing gave me more satisfaction as a teenager than hanging up on my mom with my pink bedazzled Motorola Razr phone whenever she nagged me about something like she is right now. She completely undermines my parenting every chance she gets. What if I had something planned for Ollie?”
“At least you knew how to use that phone because, apparently, you can’t use this one,” they heard Mrs. Benson say. “I’m still on the line, Serena. I’m booking your flight and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Olivia looked across the table at her flustered mom and at Jamie who was trying to contain her laughter. The short interaction with her grandma had made all of her negative feelings go away. Tomorrow, she’d spend the afternoon with her dad and, as long as they could convince Mr. and Mrs. Cabot, she’d soon be at Disneyland with the love of her twelve-year-old life.
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As Flies to Wanton Boys
Are we to the gods. They kill us for sport.
Notes: Just some fluff. Platonic Hotch & Reid fluff with some not at all platonic Mortch thrown in for my own viewing pleasure. This is completely self-indulgent. Not really any warnings, unless you hate domestic soft Hotch, then look away. ~3400 words
It was barely summer and the breeze carried the briny scent of the river over the amphitheater where hundreds of people mingled and gathered on the fresh cut lawn eagerly awaiting a show. There were other smells on the breeze, sugary sweet kettle corn and deep fried dough, tortillas pressed fresh to order and smoked meat. For Jack, it was pure, unadulterated heaven. He couldn't believe his eyes, he was trying to pull Aaron and Jessica in every direction he could – first to a tent with a man making balloon animals or foam lizards he would put on long plastic poles so you could walk them, and then to another that sold kites and beach toys and odd tie dye shirts. He found one with wood carvers, one that would give you a no commitment required airbrush tattoo of anything you desired. (Jack chose a frog, it was an impulsive decision he regretted instantly, wishing he'd asked for the dragon instead. The choices were tantalizing, his little eyes danced from animal to animal and he wanted every single one of them. He ended up with five when all was said and done, a full menagerie painted up and down his arms, and Aaron was only able to stop him when he announced there was a cart serving giant pretzels just next door.) His childish senses were on overload, it was like a fair but filled with art – portrait artists, cartoonists, caricaturists, painters, stations that children could create their own beautiful spin art. Jack spun colors wildly and came away with a giant catastrophe of a painting, swirling reds and blacks and greens enough to make Aaron dizzy. He would give it to Dave, just to see the way the man both lit up with joy and terror as he realized he would have to display the chaotic monstrosity somewhere Jack would notice it anytime they were at his home.
Aaron had no intention of spending the entire day at the festival, he only wanted to sit on a blanket and enjoy a performance of King Lear under the stars, but Derek had canceled on him and somehow he'd managed to desperately plead his way into Jessica agreeing to accompany he and Jack to the showing, on the condition that they got to partake in the pre-show festivities. He went to the festival every year if he could, usually on his own, showing up just in time to lay his blanket down, watch the performance and leave. This experience was entirely new to him and after just a couple of hours he was already bone tired.
“Daddy! They have SNOW CONES!” Jack squealed, and Jessica shrugged, wordlessly instructing Aaron to give in on this one, as if he didn't have an arm full of trinkets that cost an exorbitant amount of money and would be lost within the week. Even still, saying no to cotton candy and deep fried oreos was one thing, but a sno cone was a worthwhile investment in her book. His anxiety was sky high, bright lights flashing all around him, begging him to whip out his wallet to make his son happy. The pathways were so crowded that people bumped into you every time you took a step, no matter the direction. Jessica watched his fingers twitch, watched him ball up his fist and she reached for his hand, smoothing out the tension and smiled.
“It's just a snow cone,” she whispered, soothing his nerves, as if that was the real problem. She knew crowds were challenging for him, they'd always been, but since starting this job it had been especially so. He couldn't look around without seeing danger, without seeing something dark peering around a corner, looming in the shadows. “Let's get him a cone and go find a place to sit, okay?” He nodded and stepped toward the line for the treats, Jack's little hand buried in Jessica's, her body placed firmly between them like the glue holding the whole thing together.
“Uncle Spencer!” Jack squealed, suddenly pulling them by Jessica's hand to the slender man waiting in line. When his tiny hand wiggled out of Jessica's vice grip, Aaron felt a jolt of fear, an urge to drop everything in his arms and rush toward his son. Too many of his cases had started just that way. In an instant it was over, and Jack had been scooped up into Spencer's waiting arms, the two of them hugging like old friends. The line moved quickly, people cut in and out between each of them and Aaron furrowed his brow at Jack, a silent reprimand for scaring him. Spencer caught the look, mouthed a genuine apology, and asked Jack what flavor he was going to get. They were well beyond small talk, the awkward how are yous and the what are you doing heres a thing of the past. It had come as no surprise to him that Spencer would be at the festival, their interests seemed to overlap more and more as Aaron was pulled out of his shell and into the world, a place he'd been hiding from for so long it was like being reintegrated into society. Spencer bought snow cones for everyone on the singular condition that he and Jack got to choose the flavors. Grape for Jessica, a rainbow mess of fruits for Jack that turned his cone a deep purpleish black, Lime for Spencer and Raspberry for Aaron. He hadn't wanted one, and Jessica knew it, the way she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, the edge of her mouth drawn up just barely in a knowing little smile. He narrowed his eyes, sparks flying from an age old teenage glare and out of spite, he bit into the top of the cone and gnashed the bits of ice between his teeth, grinning his blood red grin right at her. Her mind flashed back to watching The Lost Boys with him at the movie theatre, their idea and Haley had protested intensely but lost in a majority vote. Spencer and Jack were lost in their own world, discussing all of the flavors Jack had chosen, missed the way the syrup dripped down Aaron's chin and didn't look up until Jessica began howling with laughter. Aaron swiped at his chin with the back of his hand, smearing the bright red all over his hand and up his sleeve, wishing he'd had the forethought to grab napkins.
“Daddy?” Jack asked, concerned about what could possibly have put Jessica into such hysterics but neither of them would speak of it. Aaron only smiled at Jack and took a smaller bite of the ice, minding his manners now, but shooting Jessica one final glare before they made their way down the pavement toward the lawn, eager to get a good spot before it filled up. A patchwork of blankets bordered by emerald green erupted before their eyes as they walked, and Aaron scanned the crowd for the perfect place, a great view of the stage with close proximity to the bathrooms in case of emergency. Spencer found it before they did, and asked if they minded if he lay his blanket down beside theirs, he'd come on his own and wouldn't mind the company. Jessica wanted to blurt out that it was okay, of course it was, but this was Aaron's day off and Spencer was his subordinate, she would defer to him. He didn't consider it long, he just said of course, the more the merrier, but they didn't need to spread out two blankets, theirs was more than large enough for the four of them to stretch out on. Spencer agreed, happy to be able to wrap himself up inside of his if need be.
“So distribution should undo excess,” Spencer started, helping to spread out the large wool blanket across their selected piece of land.
“And each man have enough,” Aaron finished. Jessica rolled her eyes and whispered something about nerds in Jack's ear, enough to make him and his purple lips giggle wildly. Neither of them paid the insult any mind.
“So,” Spencer said, sitting in a way that reminded Aaron of a praying mantis, all arms and legs and wide, excited eyes. He was reminded how much younger the other man was by the ease with which he got himself to the ground, no creaking knees or protesting hips, he'd just melted into place. Aaron felt his left knee pop in and out of place as he crouched and found a comfortable position, an old soccer injury that would never go quietly into the night though it rarely caused any actual problems. “Do you come to all of these or is King Lear important?”
Aaron's eyes danced through the crowd, enchanted now by the way people mingled on their blankets, eagerly awaiting the beginning of the play. He wondered how many were here for the first time, and how many were seasoned veterans. “Both,” he said finally, unable to hide his anticipation. A sudden pang of sadness hit him in the sternum, coursed through his veins and washed away as fast as it had come – he'd wanted to share this night with Derek, it had been so long since they'd been out, just the two of them and he'd spent a week preparing for it. There was a picnic basket (which Derek got a laugh out of, how utterly old fashioned Aaron was), brie and all of the accouterments, even a bottle of wine ready and waiting but the house Derek was renovating had a pipe burst and flood the basement requiring an immediate fix. It wasn't the end of the world, the brie and wine would be around for any other night, and he'd managed to find excellent company in Derek's absence. Still, the sadness came and went as he and Spencer spoke, debated which plays were more relevant to the current cultural climate, discussed the plays that had been most influential to them growing up, and Spencer listened more than he spoke when Aaron opened up about playing Mercutio in his high school production of Romeo & Juliet. He'd joined to meet Haley, found that he was terrible at musicals, but his time to shine came when they put on Shakespeare. He'd even dabbled in college until studying took up all of his spare time.
“Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man,” Aaron spoke softly into the cool breeze and Spencer grinned. He thought for a moment how long ago high school had been for Aaron and how easily that line flowed from him, thought about how the team used him for his memory but Aaron had clearly been holding out on them. Aaron was so unlike Mercutio, and yet he could picture it clear as day.
“Daddy! I'm hungry!” Jack announced, dragging the two men out of their discourse. Jessica shrugged, digging through the bag they'd brought to no avail. They'd managed to go through all of the snacks, having come much earlier than Aaron had intended. He scanned the nearby vendors for something acceptable, though he was certain Jack wouldn't say no to some deep fried sugar. The play was moments from beginning and the kettle corn vendor didn't have much of a line, that sealed the deal.
“I'll be right back,” he said, pushing himself up to standing, ignoring the groaning of his spine as he did so. He always told himself he should come better prepared, be one of the smart people who carted around folding chairs, but in all his years he never had and suspected his stubborn pride would never truly allow it.
“I'll join you!” Spencer cried, standing up just as easily as anything with a spring in his step. The two men walked side by side, the early evening breeze dropping considerably in temperature as time wore on and Aaron regretted having shrugged out of his jacket back at the blanket. By the time they reached the stand a small line had formed. They found their place and began talking again, discussing the play they were about to watch and the symbolism, quoting line after line to the point that the people in line in front of them made just barely audible comments about not even needing to watch the play now. Neither of them seemed to mind, it wasn't as if you needed spoiler alerts for something written hundreds of years prior, and they were lost in their own private world. In truth, Spencer knew all of the plays and had seen many of them, he enjoyed it, but he couldn't believe how deeply Aaron seemed to love it all. His excitement was palpable and Spencer had never seen him this way. He found himself wondering if this was the Aaron that Derek was privileged to see regularly, the version carefully guarded from the job.
“You know, it's sort of surprising that King Lear would be your favorite play,” Spencer mentioned as they moved up in the line once the people in front of them got sick enough of their babble that they decided to find food at a different stand. He noted with some certainty that Aaron's arms had bloomed with tiny goosebumps and he was bouncing, ever so slightly, in his tennis shoes on the asphalt. He raised an eyebrow at the childish way he showed he was cold and continued, a little nervously but very curious to see how it played out. How long would Aaron endure the cold before admitting he needed to run back and grab his jacket? Spencer thought he knew already, but he was invested in the experiment. “I would have guessed it to be A Comedy of Errors.”
“I saw street performers doing scenes from A Comedy of Errors on the steps of a library while traveling through Syracuse in college,” Aaron replied, folding his arms close over his chest. “It was a sight I'll never forget.” Spencer smiled and shrugged out of his jacket, handing it to Aaron without a word. There were a series of looks exchanged between them, a silent conversation, before Aaron slipped the jacket on and thanked the younger man, promising he could have it back as soon as they got back to the blanket and he could put his own jacket on. It struck him as funny, in that moment, how easily he fit into Spencer's jacket, a feat he never would have considered in years past. He hadn't realized just how much Spencer had changed over time. “Out of curiosity, why are you surprised at my love for Lear?”
“It's just incredibly sad, I imagine especially so as a father,” Spencer said softly, and Aaron's features settled in solemn contemplation. “I didn't think you'd take particular joy in the tragedies I suppose.” There was more he could have said, about Aaron's clear daily struggle with his own mental health, how it mirrored Lear in more ways than one at times, especially when it came to brutality and power, authority and chaos but the evening was too good for such topics. Aaron was smiling, he was out of his home and enjoying himself, there was no need to dive into the darkness. “You read Victorian romance novels and historical biographies, you steer clear of war and other violent themes in your spare time. When you watch movies, Derek says you stick to old slapstick comedies, classics, and occasionally you two can agree on the cheesier action movies. I just thought you would be more keen on the comedies.”
“Wait a second, did you just profile me?” Aaron asked, and he let out a soft chuckle. “You're right I am, but King Lear is dear to me. It was the first play I saw performed by professionals, I guess it stuck with me. At least it's not Titus Andronicus. Now that one,” Aaron started, and Spencer let out a laugh that startled him, like a shotgun in the twilight. He forgot what he was going to say next. Spencer saw it, though, and he put it to words the best he could.
“I would be concerned,” Spencer said through short bursts of laughter. “Very concerned, Hotch.”
“Speaking of Titus,” he began, stepping up to the next place in line, glad they were nearing the front. The show was about to start.
“Oh, I know! There's a performance scheduled next month in D.C.! Would you like to come with me? I was already planning to buy a ticket in the morning, they go on sale at 9am and you never know when these things are going to sell out.” Spencer was rambling, his words stringing together with barely a break in his excitement.
“I think we do,” Aaron said with a smirk dripping in sarcasm, pausing to order two bags of kettle corn and some drinks when they reached the front. “But I'd like to go anyway, even if we end up being the only two people who show up. Thank you for the invite.”
“So Morgan's house had plumbing issues?” Spencer asked while they popped open a bag and made their way back to the blanket, sampling the food on the trip. Aaron nodded. He knew how it sounded too, Jessica had pointed it out, but he'd been there, he'd seen the flood. Still, he was certain that Derek would rather deal with plumbing than Shakespeare.
“I know how it sounds,” he replied softly with a shrug. “His entire basement is under water. Saved by the bell, huh?”
When the play started, the crowd went quiet. Speakers pumped the sound through the crisp night air and Aaron huddled inside of his own jacket, having given Spencer back his before it got too chilly. Jack had decided to make himself at home on Spencer's lap, snuggled into his blanket, and was asleep before the end of the first act. It didn't take long before Aaron's eyelids were getting heavy and he told himself he'd just lie down for a moment, cradling his head in the crook of his arm, resting beside Jessica all wrapped up in her own blanket with his legs curled as tight as he could. He hadn't realized just how exhausting a day spent in throngs of people could be, he hadn't really done anything but he was wiped out.
“Why am I not surprised to find you here, pretty boy?” Derek asked, creeping up behind them with a grin that could light up the night. “Aw man, is he asleep? For real?”
“They both are,” Spencer whispered, indicating the way Aaron had fallen asleep curled up like a cat beside Jessica and Jack nestled in his lap. Derek removed his backpack and pulled out the blanket he'd brought, startling Aaron awake with the toe of his boot tapping the small of his back.
“Move it, Hotchner,” he grunted, and Aaron sat up, arching his back and yawning. He glanced around at the crowd, at the stage with its dimmed lights and then up at Derek who was preparing to set himself down. "Scoot."
“You came,” he mumbled through sleepy lips and Derek plopped down behind him, pulling him in against his chest and wrapped them in his blanket. Spencer watched as Aaron settled himself there in Derek's embrace, he tried not to stare, he'd seen it before but it never got less shocking.
“Got the pipe fixed and the water pumped out, set up some fans...nothing else I could do tonight. So what's this play about?”
“It's about a king who has three daughters, and he decides to divide up his kingdom to each of them according to how they declare their love for him. He,” Spencer was beginning a tangent, words flying out at the speed of light and Derek shook his head and asked him to stop, please.
“Nevermind. I'll just watch, thanks,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. He glanced at Jessica while she laughed at him, understanding too well exactly how he felt. “I'm sure I can figure it out. Some batshit crazy stuff's gonna go down, everyone is gonna die, lotsa blood...the end."
“Something like that,” Aaron whispered from inside of his cocoon. He knew he wasn't long for the world, especially now that he was wrapped in Derek's warmth, and though he'd been so looking forward to seeing the play, somehow this ending was far better. He could always catch the play again later, and now he had Titus Andronicus to look forward to. With bright red raspberry stained lips Derek would ask about later and a belly full of kettle corn, he fell fast asleep before the third act began and didn't wake until they had to pack up and make their way home.
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Survey #355
“despite all my rage, i am still just a rat in a cage”
Have you ever shared a shower or bath with someone as an adult? No, only as a kid. What kind of pizza toppings do you like? Meats or jalapenos. When did you first take a shot of alcohol? Never, and I'm not interested. Did you babysit for money when you were in middle school? No. Who is your favorite band? How long have they been? Ozzy Osbourne, since middle school. Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house? My old house, yes. Not the one I currently live in. Have you ever been to a spa? Only because my friend at the time took me. When talking on the phone, do you place it against your left or right ear? My right. What’s your favourite Lunchables meal? The nachos one. Do you like Bob Marley? NO. Omg his voice is awful. Have you ever eaten at Golden Corral? Yeah. I'm not a big fan. Do you sit and eat dinner at the same table with your family? We only ever do that if my sister is over (she comes for dinner once a week). Are you listening to any music right now? If so, what are you listening to? Yeah, Violet Orlandi's cover of "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by The Smashing Pumpkins. God she's so beautiful and talented and asdfjkaljddkfjlwkee FUCK I'm gay for her. Who was the last person to make you genuinely smile? Watching Mark. :') Is there something you want to say to someone but can’t/won’t? Yeah. Do you like men who have a sensitive side? Yes. Please be in touch with your emotions, for the love of God. Have you ever tried to get someone into a certain band/artist? Not persistently, no, but Mini is a case where me mentioning them enough got her to listen to them. Metallica, by the way. They're her favorite band because of mwah, haha. Have you ever carved you and someone else’s initials into a tree? It's possible, but I don't believe so. Do you like Dairy Queen? Love it. They're Oreo Cupfection thing is BOMB. Is there anyone you know with an amazing personal success story? Yes. I have a friend Shannen who first was a widely-recognized photographer in the state, and now she's a fashion designer (or something like that) up in New York. Is there a song in a different language that you can sing? A number of Rammstein songs. How do you feel about bands that use pyrotechnics in live concerts? So long they're well-made for safety reasons, I don't care much. They do seem a bit unnecessary, though; like just look at James Hetfield's accident that burned half his body because of standing in the wrong place. It seems easy to fuck up and get in a dangerous range. Ever fallen down a hole? No. Do you like bananas? Yeah. How long do you normally spend in the shower? Not even 10 minutes, usually. I've never understood how people can take such long showers. Have you ever been a featured member on any website? Yeah, on a Silent Hill fansite. Have you ever had any weird pets? Not by my standards. A ball python morph is as "weird" as it gets. Are you currently talking to/texting/instant messaging anyone? Nope. Have you ever experienced insomnia? Ugh, yes. I went through a horrible insomnia spell, and I still have an awful time trying to fall asleep. Do you like egg nog? Nooo. Would you ever wear Converse with a prom/formal dress? I'm not opposed to it, but realistically I'd probably wear something more traditionally suiting just because. Do you prefer hot chocolate with or without marshmallows? Without. How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over? I've cried all the oceans over just one lol. Would you rather be a surgeon or mortician? Being a mortician actually doesn't sound awful, weird as it sounds. It sounds almost relaxing if I could just be alone with some music doing my job. Would rather be a musician or a painter? A painter. Would you rather write your own book or make your own movie? I'd love to write a book. At home, do you have a trampoline? No. When you are about to go to bed, do you put on some sort of noise? No. What is your favorite Christmas movie? Jim Carrey's How The Grinch Stole Christmas. And what about your favorite Christmas song? Probably "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" or whatever it's called. "Carol of the Bells" too, of course. What is your ultimate favorite stocking stuffer? Haha, okay so it seems to be an unspoken rule that Mom always gets us Slim Jims for our stockings, and that's obviously the best considering my sisters and I loooove them yet still don't buy them much. You're making me ready for Christmas, lol. After Halloween, do you sort out all of your candy into little piles? I did as a kid, and then my sisters and I would trade what we preferred. When you listen to music with headphones, do you keep the volume low enough to hear surrounding noise faintly, or do you blast it? It's honestly pretty loud. What did you have for breakfast this morning? Cold pizza from dinner leftovers last night. What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet? Our late boxer mix, Cali. She was a big 'ole pup. Do you own any kind of helmet? No. Out of everything currently in your refrigerator, what food or drink is your favorite? Food: strawberries. Drink: Mountain Lightning. What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? Either when I skinned my knees so deep that pus was visible, or when I fainted onto my chin and got a short, but very deep cut. Do you like the taste of cough syrup? No. What is something you like to have conversations about? I like talking about deep stuff, like where we came from, our unique feelings and beliefs, conspiracy theories and cryptids, mysterious stuff like that, too. And don't forget animals. And Mark, haha. What all is in the trunk of your car? I don't have a car, and I don't remember what's in Mom's trunk, even though I helped bring in groceries just the other day. Do you ever put fruit on your cereal? Ew, no. Is your heat or air conditioning currently on? Our AC is currently on because it's too damn hot. The weather here has been so up and down, it's wild. Have you ever fallen off of a horse? No. Which do you value more, your appearance or your intelligence? Honestly? I'd be dumber than I already am if it meant being happy with how I look, because my appearance now is a key factor to my depression. When was the last time you drove something other than a car or truck? Oh jeez... I have no idea. I don't think since I've driven a golf cart at someone's b-day party as a kid. Were your grandparents present when you were born? No. If you drink/smoke, how often do you do these things? I don't smoke, and I only have a drink or two very rarely, usually just on special occasions. What do you think of fast food? I like it way more than I wish I did. What website do you spend the most time on and why? YouTube, because I'm always listening to and/or watching something. What’s the most amount of time you’ve spent online? Is this usual for you? In one non-stop setting, I don't want to know. I pretty much only exist on the computer. When it comes to travel, what kinds of places intrigue you most? Mountainous, loads of nature, cooler/cold, mysterious locations... stuff like that. Do you think humans colonizing Mars is a good idea? Would you go, if you could? If we learn from our goddamn mistakes and not fuck up its environment, it could be healthy or even life-saving for humanity, but I'd prefer to stay on Earth as long as possible. What is the farthest you’ve walked in one day and what made you do it? I dunno, maybe at Disney World or something like that as a kid. What is something important that’s often on your mind lately? Physical health stuff. I'm worried about a lot of things relating to that. What about something unimportant, but you can’t stop thinking about it? I don't know about "unimportant," at least to me. Do you like oatmeal? If so, what kinds of things do you like in it? Yeah. I only really eat the cinnamon apple ones; I always use milk and sprinkle some sugar in there, and it's delicious. What was going on the last time you felt nostalgic? When Mom and I stopped at Jason's house to bring the family some treats following his mother's death. I stayed in the car and couldn't even look towards the house, but yeah. So many memories just stampeded me. How much attention do you pay to the movements of the stars and planets, and do you believe they influence anything? I pay zero attention to it; I don't believe they have influence over people in any way. What is the most difficult or involved video game you’ve ever played? I guess you could say World of Warcraft. It's definitely the most involved, like I've been playing it almost consistently since 2014, and I used to be in a Heroic raid team, which certainly wasn't easy. Then there's some achievements I busted my ass to get. Which accent do you find most sexy, alluring or appealing? British is where it's at. Which accent do you find most annoying, disturbing, or bothersome? Extremely Southern ones. Can you cry on cue? Is it any kind of useful? No. Does it take you a while to actually get jokes? Embarrassingly, it frequently does. Can you wear socks to bed or does it annoy you? Ugh, I could never. I hate the feeling of socks. Have you ever bleached your hair? By myself, no, but a professional has to dye it. Do you like jelly beans? They're okay. It really depends on the flavor, and even then I can't eat a lot of them. Do you have trouble sleeping when it’s storming? Yes, but not because it scares me, but rather that I'm just jumpy. Subtle thunder isn't so bad, and I LOVE the drone of heavy rain, but once you add booming thunder and strong flashes of lightning, it's too disruptive for me to fall asleep easily. Who was the last person you know that graduated? (high school or college) My not-so-little sister is just about to finish her Master's lakdsjfakwe I'm so proud of her. Were you happy or sad when you found out your babysitter was coming? I think I was always kinda bummed out, even though I liked my babysitters. I had horrible separation anxiety from my mom. Did you have a boyfriend in kindergarten? No, but I did have this one guy who'd been like obsessed with me since pre-k and would always chase me to hug and kiss me. In pre-k it was awful, but he still did it sometimes in kindergarten, despite the teachers getting on him about it. It's actually a memory I forgot for a very long time, like I think my brain tried to oppress it, and I wonder if it has anything to do with my fear of people standing behind me, men specifically, and being raped. Did you ever read the Magic Treehouse series? Oh yes, I was obsessed! Who was your best friend in elementary school? It jumped between Brianna, Kim, and Quiata. Did you ever watch The Land Before Time movies? YESSSSS. I even had the computer game. Did you collect anything when you were a kid? Stickers. I'd put them on my dresser everywhere to the point it was absolutely covered. Did you get an allowance? No. Not because my parents didn't want to or anything, but rather they couldn't afford allowances to three kids. Were you into American Girl dolls? Nah. I got one, but I think it was mostly so my sisters and I each had our own. Nicole, however, was sooooo into them. Were you friends with your childhood neighbors? Some, yeah, especially the boy down my street named D'Andre. We would hang out ALL the time, be it at each other's houses or just riding our bikes. He actually got married very recently and I'm so happy for him, ahhhhh!! What was your biggest fear when you were a kid? Thunderstorms. Did you ever play the "Reader Rabbit" computer games? Oh my god, YES. The one where you were hosting a surprise birthday party was my absolute favorite. Did your parents let you drink soda growing up? Yes. .-. What was your favorite kind of cake as a kid? Chocolate, of course.
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teesumu · 2 months ago
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𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖙𝖊
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Artuate: to tear limb from limb
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genre: angst; unrequited love
a/n: yeah idk why i wrote this when my wip page has more than enough things on there, but i got the idea and thought why not so here you go
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“Hey, Omi,” you broke the silence, making him turn to you with a raised eyebrow, a silent signal to continue. You stole another fry from his tray, making him roll his eyes before sighing in defeat, moving it so it was in between the two of you. He should be at home showering after practice, but he could never say no to you, and if you’d ask him to meet you to get french fries and a McFlurry, he’d come meet you to get french fries and a McFlurry. Even though it always meant giving you half his share.
“What is it, y/n?” You gave him a cheeky grin, shoving his shoulder gently as you mixed your ice cream around, trying to evenly disperse the Oreo cookie pieces. Sakusa always just ate it as is, not bothering to mix it around like you insisted he do, claiming it was too risky of creating a mess. You always gave him trouble for that, but after eight years of friendship, he’d grown accustomed to shrugging off your endless rambles over things that didn’t matter. In fact, he’d grown to find it endearing over the years.
“Aww Omi, don’t tell me you’re angry with me for dragging you to get food before your shower,” you said with a mock pout on your face. “Come on, live a little you grouch, you know you wanted to spend time with me.” That was true. Sakusa would take every excuse to spend time with you, even if it meant postponing his well deserved shower. If it meant just for a moment he could see you smile, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He loved your smile. He loved you. He loved you so much, and he wasn’t sure how these feelings came to bloom— not when he never cared for silly things like that— but one day he came to the sudden realization that when he saw you smile, he wanted to press his lips flush against yours and feel you smile into his mouth.
You were always there, even when he didn’t want you to be, and you filled in a hole that he never realized existed. He’d always told himself that having his family too busy for him was a good thing, that his mother and father not cheering in the crowd during his games saved him the embarrassment, that his brother and sister being much older than him left him with no room for hand me downs like most youngest children and little to no pointless arguments. He seemed so content with his life, but then you showed up. You came and showed him how nice it could be to feel noticed, you let your mother give him a warm pat on the cheek as she ushered him to the dinner table, you screamed his name after every score, and you picked silly little arguments with him, showing him the wonders of having someone by your side. And now, he wanted more. He wanted everything you could give him.
“We could’ve waited until after I freshened up, but you’re as stubborn as ever,” he grumbled, but it was halfhearted, you knew that and he did too. “Well what is it? You didn’t interrupt my meal for just that,” he pressed.
“Technically this isn’t really a meal,” you said as a matter of factly, making him roll his eyes at you once more. “It’s more of a snack.”
“French fries aren’t a snack, they’re a side of a meal.”
“So it’s not a full meal.”
“Y/n, you eat enough french fries to be a meal.”
“Omi!” You whined at his words, pinching his arm with a playful glare. “That’s rude! You’re like... saying I eat too much.” He snorted.
“You do eat too much.”
“Whatever, you don’t deserve me, I’m way too good for you Omi,” you said dramatically before stuffing three more fries into your mouth. He was scared that might be true. You probably were much too good for him, and he probably didn’t deserve you. Yet somehow, Sakusa had hope. He had hope that you’d love him the same way he did. He thought he’d seen the signs here and there, and perhaps it was wishful thinking from seeing one too many rom coms you forced him to sit through, but he truly believed that the two of you would have your childhood-friends-to-lovers happily ever after.
“Yeah, that’s why I take you out at sporadically to satisfy your endless hunger,” he said while slapping your hand away from the extra long fry, taking that one for himself. He gave you a triumphant look when you huffed at him. “Now what is it, spit it out.” Suddenly, you got uncharacteristically quiet, staring intensely at your McFlurry, as if the bits of Oreo pieces were a fascinating sight to behold.
“Can... can I tell you something?” He looked at you for a moment before turning away, trying to act casual as he hummed.
“Yeah. You can tell me something. You always have something to tell me anyway.” You sighed deeply, shifting in your seat, and he instantly knew you were nervously contemplating if you should tell him whatever was on your mind. The lip biting was indication enough. Sakusa tried to calm the beating of his heart, forcing himself to relax. What if you were confessing to him? He couldn’t be certain that were the case, and you might be seconds from bearing him with bad news, but still, he had hope.
“Okay. So.”
“So.”
“You know... you know you’re teammate? Atsumu?” He looked at you with a deadpan expression, raising an eye brown unimpressed.
“Oh you mean the one I only see... mmm... I’d say about everyday? Yeah I’ve heard of him,” he replied sarcastically, making you give him a deadpan expression of your own.
“Yeah, okay, well I’m glad. Because he’s an important detail to this, so it would be a tad bit difficult if you didn’t know him.” He wiped his hands on a napkin, gathering the trash onto the tray to throw away on your way out. Turning his body to face you, he gave you his full attention.
“Well thank god I know him.”
“Thank god. Anyway, he... okay so don’t be mad, but like... remember that one party I went to with you? With your team?” He nodded. Somehow, he didn’t like where this was heading. A knot began to form in Sakusa’s stomach, and his throat began to get dry.
“Well... we uh... we exchanged numbers, and we’ve been talking a bit, and I didn’t mean to hide it! I swear! But I didn’t think anything would happen, I mean... I didn’t even think he’d actually text me, but he did, and I thought why not? You know? And I texted him back, and then he texted back, and then I texted back, and then... yeah, you get the gist. So then yesterday, he asked me out. And I really wanna say yes, cause I think I really— and I mean really— like him, Omi. But I don’t wanna make things weird for you, cause you know, I’m your best friend, and he’s your teammate. So if you say the word, I’ll say no, don’t worry, but...” he’d tuned you out, too busy trying to calm himself, praying his breathing would regulate before you noticed. Hands gripping his shorts tightly, Sakusa forced himself to blink back the hot and angry tears. It was bad news. And he was a fool for having hope.
“No,” he cut you off, making your face drop, but you quickly hid it.
“Oh! No that’s okay! I get it, I really do, I just—”
“I-I mean... no, I don’t mind,” he choked out the words, hoping you didn’t notice the way his voice broke slightly at the end. It seemed you didn’t because immediately, you brightened, smile as stunning and radiant as ever, almost mocking him this time that he couldn’t kiss your lips when you smiled like he’d hoped to.
This hurt. This was by far the worst pain he’d ever felt. What Atsumu had that he didn’t, he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Atsumu hadn’t sacrificed his shower for your fries. In fact, Atsumu wasn’t even the one you’d asked to come along in the first place. But then a horrid idea struck him. Soon, Atsumu would be the person you’d ask to accompany you, and it tore him from the inside out to even imagine that. You were supposed to be his, you were supposed to spend nights hugging him and rambling, to litter his face with kisses before he left for practice, to give his hand a little squeeze as you walked down the market together, to play with his hair while he took a nap after a long day, to shout along to music in the car as he drove. All those things were meant to be with him, you were supposed to love him. And yet here you were, smiling giddy at the thought of telling his teammate, his annoying and obnoxious setter, Miya Atsumu, that you were indeed available for a date. The rom coms you watched were very far from reality, he realized, and Sakusa wasn’t sure how he could look you in the eyes right now. You’d torn his heart into shreds, cold and unforgiving, and you hadn’t even known it.
“Great! Thanks Omi, you’re amazing, I love you.” He almost cried at that. You didn’t love him. Well, you did, but not the way he needed you to, not the way he desperately craved for, and as much as he wanted to be mad at you, he couldn’t. Maybe you were right, maybe he simply didn’t deserve you. Maybe Atsumu did. Atsumu was fun, and he was outspoken, he would surely pour his feelings out to you openly, something Sakusa probably couldn’t do. Atsumu would show you off the way you deserved to be, he’d let the world see how he’d found a treasure, he’d make sure he met all your needs, he’d give you something to look forward to, he’d be someone you could count on, he’d shower you with affection, and maybe that was someone Sakusa wasn’t. But it didn’t hurt any less, and his heart felt like it was being punctured from every which way. Now more than ever, he wanted that damn shower so he could sob to himself without anything stopping him, so he could loathe himself and wonder why he wasn’t enough in peace. Clearing his throat, he nodded at you, giving his best attempt to hide the burning jealously and pain that swam within the depths of him.
“Yeah, I love you too, y/n.” That was as close as he’d probably ever get to tell you how he really felt.
I meant for this to be a super small drabble but I got carried away but oh well. Enjoy.
-Tee
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the-bau-quinjet · 2 months ago
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Is that my sweater?
Summary: When lounging around the compound, Steve wears a lot of sweaters. When he's on a mission, you "borrow" those sweaters.
Warnings: fluff, angst, implied smut, some cursing probably
Word Count: 2284
a/n: I needed some fluffy Steve Rogers in my life today.
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You're not sure when it started, but when Steve is on a mission, all you do is worry. It's easier to control when you're on the mission with him or even on a mission of your own, but when he's gone and you're in the compound?
All you do is worry.
You could barely even sleep. That is, until you found a semi-decent solution.
Before the last mission Steve went on, the two of you were arguing about Harry Potter. He had the audacity to say the movies were better than the books, which is categorically untrue.
Unbeknownst to you, he was just trying to get a rise out of you because he likes the way your face scrunches up in annoyance.
Anyway, he followed you to your room when you stormed out of the kitchen, not wanting you to be mad at him while he was gone. He carried his sweater in his hands, having taken it off while cooking, leaving him in a white t-shirt.
When he got to your room, he dropped it on a chair so he could grab your hands to truly convey how wrong he was about the books and movie situation.
When he was called for the mission, he left the sweater behind, leading to your so-called-solution for sleeping while he was away.
The idea hit you one night when you were physically exhausted, but mentally couldn't calm down. You rolled over, trying to get more comfortable when you caught sight of his sweater on your chair.
In your sleep deprived state, you shuffled over to grab it, throwing it on over your own pajama shirt before returning to bed.
You were enveloped in his scent, easing the nonstop worry long enough for you to fall asleep.
When you woke up the next morning, you told yourself it was a one time thing. It only happened because he left the sweater there. You were just worried about your best friend. It didn't have to mean anything.
Those were all lies.
The next time he left on a mission, you were quick to find you couldn't sleep again. Your thoughts kept returning to his many sweaters, causing you to sneak into his room to steal one to sleep in.
Every time he left while you were still at the compound, you would "borrow" a sweater from his closet, returning the previous one you had to his laundry basket.
You figured he would never find out. He owned so many sweaters, he wouldn't notice when one was dirty even if he didn't wear it.
Oh, how wrong you were.
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"Y/N, welcome back!" Bruce greeted you as you walked into the lab, having returned from a mission late last night.
"Thanks, Banner!" You looked around the room, surprised to not see Tony. "Where's Tony?"
"Oh, he's on a mission. They left a day after you, should be back on Sunday." He replied, not taking his eyes from the tech he was working on.
"They?" You questioned, trying to think of who you had seen around the compound since returning.
"Yeah, Tony, Bucky, Nat, Wanda, and Steve." Again, his eyes remaining glued to his project, not realizing the way your face fell at the mention of Steve being gone.
"Five of them? What happened?" You tried to mask the worry that was already creeping in, threatening to take over.
Bruce finally looked up, surprised you hadn't heard about the explosions.
"There was a series of explosions in Baghdad. Intel suggested it was all to assassinate one man, but multiple bombs were used to divert attention."
You nodded, trying to take in the information. "Any leads?"
Bruce's expression turned grim as he nodded. "Hydra."
You felt your heart drop even further as you now fully understood just how dangerous the mission was. No wonder they needed the five of them.
You nodded in response before muttering something about going to the gym, needing to leave the lab so you could worry in private.
Since the compound was nearly empty, you ended up going to the gym as you said. You managed to distract yourself for a few hours, but there was still 4 days before they were supposed to be back.
That night, you snuck into Steve's room, borrowing another sweater to snuggle up in for the next few nights.
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Friday morning, you woke to somebody knocking on your door.
You couldn't really be mad since it was already almost noon, but it was still mildly annoying to be disrupted from your limited sleeping.
In your hazy morning fog, you got out of bed to open the door. Your grumbling about being woken up died on your tongue when you realized just who was on the other side.
"Steve!" You jumped into his arms, ecstatic to see him after worrying so much. "I thought you weren't supposed to be back until Sunday!" You squeezed your arms around him tightly, unwilling to let go even when your feet returned to the ground.
"Yeah, we got done earlier than we expected." Steve graciously returned your hug, thrilled to see you after nearly two weeks apart.
After a few reassuring words that the mission went well and he was uninjured, you finally stepped back from each other.
"I was wondering if you wanted to join me to watch the next Harry Potter-" He abruptly cut himself off as he took in your appearance. His brows pinched together in confusion. "Is that my sweater?"
You instantly froze. In your sleep fogged ming, you had forgotten to take off his sweater before answering the door. You could feel the blush warming your face as you tried to think of a way out of this.
"Would you believe me if I said no?" You gave him a nervous smile, trying to avoid admitting the truth.
He laughed, although still confused. "Not really, no."
You sighed, before reluctantly confessing. "Yeah. It's your sweater."
He waited, as if expecting you to willingly explain why you had it, before he eventually asked the question you were dreading.
"Um, why are you wearing it?" He coughed, a slight blush growing on his cheeks as he looked you up and down again.
Your mind raced trying to come up with a good reason for you having his sweater, but you couldn't think of anything but the truth.
You threw your hands up over your face, avoiding all eye contact as you blurted out, "I was worried about you."
He waited again, before gently prompting you to continue. "So..."
"So, I broke into your closet and stole your sweater to sleep in because it's the only way I can get myself to calm down enough to sleep while you're on missions." You gasped, covering your mouth as you realized what you just admitted.
His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he sputtered. "Missions? Like multiple? You've, uh, you've done this before?" His face grew redder at the thought of you sleeping in his clothes.
You nodded, hands still over your mouth to prevent any other unfortunate confessions.
"Um, since, uh since when?" He cleared his throat, trying not to sound to giddy.
"You remember when we had the Harry Potter movies versus books argument?" You moved your hands away from your face just enough to talk, before quickly covering your face again to hide your embarrassment.
He nodded, thinking back a few months.
"You left a sweater in my room when you were called away on that emergency mission and I just..." You gestured with your hands, not wanting to actually say it out loud.
Steve was completely speechless. You worried about him enough to want, no need to sleep in one of his sweaters when he was gone?
The only word he could manage to get out was a whispered, "why?"
You shrugged, repeating your earlier statements. "Because I worry about you when you're on missions."
"Yeah, but why?" He was having a hard time comprehending what this actually meant. He meant why did the sweater help, but you took it as a question of why you worried.
You shrunk in on yourself, avoiding eye contact again.
"I, uh, well you're my best friend, and I, um, care about you..." You trailed off, not sure you were entirely ready for your feelings to be out in the open.
"Enough that you worry so much you can't sleep without my clothes?" Steve was so bewildered, he was barely thinking. He was definitely not controlling his tone of voice. The question came across to you as harsh and annoyed.
In your eyes, he was clearly upset with the situation. The only logical reason you could think of for him to be that upset is if he knew about your feelings and didn't reciprocate them.
Tears sprung to your eyes as you hastily removed the sweater, leaving you slightly chilly in just your tank top and shorts. The chill sent a new wave of emotion over you, anger replacing the sadness at how harsh we was being with you.
"Yeah, I care about you, asshole. Hell, I think I'm in love with you." Despite your mumbling, he could clearly understand what you said. His eyes went even wider at your latest confession.
"I'm sorry I took your clothes." You threw the sweater at him, grabbing a sweatshirt from your desk. "If it helps at all, I only ever had one sweater at a time." Your bitter tone did not go unnoticed by Steve.
"Y/N, I..." He paused, still overwhelmed by finding out that you loved him too.
Your eyes quickly softened, the brief angry stint ending. You couldn't be mad at him for not feeling that same way. It wasn't fair. You would just have to move on.
"Steve, it's fine. I'll get over it." You brushed past him into the hallway, deciding to drown your sadness in junk food from the kitchen.
Steve stood frozen, watching you walk away and wondering how that went so poorly.
-
When you made it to the kitchen is was thankfully empty. You dug around for a few minutes, looking for something that would make you feel better, ultimately settling on a package of Oreo's and a glass a milk.
For some reason, it's always been a comfort food for you, reminding you of being a kid and having no real problems.
A few stray tears fell down your cheeks, but you hastily wiped them away. You would resign yourself to cry in the comfort of your own room later.
A few minutes into eating your Oreo's, nearly everyone appeared in the kitchen.
You honestly should have expected it since it was pretty much prime lunch time.
You did your best to put on a happy face as you ate your cookies, not really joining any conversations but nodding along. A few minutes later, everyone settled around the room, eating various things and having separate conversations.
You had just finished your cookies and rinsed your glass when Steve ran into the room, a look on his face that could only be described as desperate.
"Whoa, slow down there Capsicle. Where's the fire?" Tony joked, earning chuckles from a few people.
Steve ignored him as his eyes scanned the room, settling on your frozen form by the sink.
"Cap, you good?" Sam questioned as everyone grew more concerned with his behavior.
Again, Steve ignored him. He took four large steps around the island before coming face to face with you. You took a deep breath, really not wanting to have this conversation in front of literally everyone you work with.
"Steve, wha-"
He cut you off by pulling your head to his, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.
You froze at first, but quickly leaned into his embrace to deepen the kiss.
He pulled back, much too soon for your liking, to stare into your eyes.
"Y/N, I honestly have no idea what just happened in your doorway. I think my brain malfunctioned or something, but please believe me when I say I've been in love with you for months."
A blush painted your cheeks as you took in his words, a weird mixture of confusion and relief flooding your emotions.
"You do?" He nodded, still holding you close to him. "But- you just- you do?"
He laughed, pulling you into a hug and whispering in your ear, "I do. I really, really do."
"I love you too." You admitted in as soft a whisper, eagerly leaning into his warm embrace. You took a deep breath, finding comfort in the all too familiar scent.
You would have stood in his embrace for hours if not for your moment being interrupted by the clapping and hollering of your teammates.
"About time, punk." Bucky smirked from his seat on the barstools.
"Personally, I would love to know what happened in Y/N's doorway." Tony chimed in, laughing when you hid your face in Steve's chest.
"Steve probably just found out about Y/N's sweater habit." Nat added casually, earning looks from everyone in the room.
You were speechless, having been sure no one else knew.
Wanda, Sam, and Clint looked way too excited to learn more.
"You all really need to be more observant." She muttered to yourself.
You and Steve slipped out of the room when attention had turned to Nat, slowly making your way back up to your room.
"You're welcome to steal my sweaters anytime." Steve pulled you into his side as you walked down the hall.
"Oh, well I guess I'll start with this one then." You smirked before pulling him into your room, already removing the sweater from his body.
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thecostumeplot · 2 months ago
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Episode 12: Cinderella (1997) & Mirror Mirror
Please consult these Instagram slideshows for accompanying images: Cinderella Mirror Mirror part 1, part 2 
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Welcome to The Costume Plot.
Jojo
I'm Jojo Siu.
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and I’m Sarah Timm. We're professional designers with a passion for costume design and the performing arts. Our podcast does contain spoilers.
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We hope you'll join us every other week as we delve into the wonderful world of costume design in The Costume Plot. [music]
Jojo
Hello!
Sarah  
Hi. Welcome back to The Costume Plot!
Jojo  
Yes, it's weird. We're talking about kind of coming back to normal episodes this month.
Sarah  
Yeah, we had no idea who was supposed to go first. [both laugh]
Jojo  
It's been so many weeks.
Sarah  
I know. We hope that this podcast finds you well.
Jojo  
We're finally going to get the COVID vaccine. So that's exciting. Some new developments.
Sarah  
Life maybe slowly getting back to some semblance of normal at some point soon, hopefully. [laughs]
Jojo  
Yes! And you're going back to work next week, Sarah, so that's exciting.
Sarah  
I'm going to be working on a filmed production at South Coast Rep, which is very exciting. There are a lot of rules for even getting in the building. And like, not eating when I'm inside and stuff.
Jojo  
Yeah, you know, the every day thing.
Sarah  
It's gonna be a challenge for me!
Jojo  
Absolutely.
Sarah  
I'm a snacker at work. So that's gonna be challenging. [both laugh]
Jojo  
I know, there's a snacker in all of us, right?
Sarah  
Especially, I mean, this is true on film sets, too. But at theaters, there's always a snack table full of goodies.
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
So there's not going to be that during COVID times.
Jojo  
It's our sustenance!
Sarah  
I know. How am I supposed to get by without like, 15 Oreos in my workday? [laughs]
Jojo  
I'm also-- I'm always more of a salty snack person. Like, I love Goldfish.
Sarah  
Oh, yeah.
Jojo  
It's so bad at home.
Sarah  
Salty in one hand. Sweet in the other. That's how I like to do it.
Jojo  
True. That's why those trail mixes are the best. Gives you a little bit of both.
Sarah  
Oh, yeah. I love a trail mix. [laughs]
Jojo  
Yeah. Gonna be a weird new normal.
Sarah  
Yeah, yeah, I am already dreading wearing a mask for eight full hours. Oh, I think I'm gonna bring multiple ones. So that it doesn't-- I feel like I'm gonna get acne on my chin. You know? Gross.
Jojo  
I've already experienced that a few times. It's just like, I need to not have this thing on my face for this long.
Sarah  
Or I need to remember to wash my face. Like as soon as I get home, you know, 'cause that's... that's gross.
Jojo  
It's a constant washing.
Sarah  
Yeah. So anyway!
Jojo  
Back to our podcast. [both laugh]
Sarah  
We wanted to do a quick reminder that we do have a YouTube channel. So if you're, you know, feeling limited by only looking at our pictures on Instagram, and following along there, you can go on YouTube and the full episodes are up. It's just the audio, but then it's a slideshow of all the pictures. So if that's how you prefer to listen then please go do that.
Jojo  
Yeah, it's it's a really nice way to be able to see the pictures pop up as we're talking about them as well. [beeping sound] So really easily followed along, which is nice.
Sarah  
I think my fire alarm just chirped. I hope it doesn't again.
Jojo  
Uh-oh, might need a battery change, maybe?
Sarah  
It's like... it's a fancy WiFi one. And it's like hooked up to my sister's... phone.
Jojo  
All right.
Sarah  
...Podcast!
Jojo  
So many distractions today. [both laugh]
Sarah  
Sorry!
Jojo  
It's been one of those mornings.
Sarah  
Yeah. Okay, so. So today's theme is fairy tales. And we're both really excited to talk about our movies. So let's just get into it.
Jojo  
Yeah!
Sarah  
Let's do it. Okay, so, you know by reading the title of the episode that I'm covering "Cinderella." I'm covering the 1997 TV movie.
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
Oh, my sister says it's a "monthly self test" that it does. Okay, great.
Jojo  
[laughs] That's good to know. I will say, I'm so glad that you're covering this version. I mean, I like the new version as well. But like, this is such a classic.
Sarah  
I was waffling between the two because I really do enjoy the Lily James, Kenneth Branagh live action one. But this one has been in the headlines recently because it just had an anniversary, and it just came to Disney+.
Jojo  
Yay!
Sarah  
So I was like, "well, it's it's the perfect time to cover it." And maybe I'll get to the other one eventually.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
So yeah, let's see... it was directed by Robert Iscove, and the costumes are by our old friend, Ellen Mirojnick...
Jojo  
Yeah!
Sarah  
...whose name you might remember from the "Bridgerton" episode. I was really excited when I saw that. She clearly does excellent work.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
And I looked at her IMDb to see what she's up to. And she's working on another "Cinderella". That's coming out this year, I think, and it has Camila Cabello in it.
Jojo  
Wow!
Sarah  
And I was like, "Why didn't I know they were making this?" [laughs]
Jojo  
I'm not sure how I feel about that. [laughs]
Sarah  
Me neither! People always be remaking "Cinderella," like there are never enough versions.
Jojo  
And I guess-- I guess the singing part of it will be great.
Sarah  
Well, I don't know if it's a musical. I mean, I assume it is if they have Camilla.
Jojo  
That's what I was thinking. Because I was like-- I'm assuming if they're putting a musician in there that they really want her to be able to sing well, but...
Sarah  
Yeah, I didn't read it to see if it's also the Rodgers and Hammerstein one or if it's like a Disney thing? I don't know.
Jojo  
That's so weird. I feel like they JUST came out with the other "Cinderella". But maybe that's my warped sense of time now. [laughs]
Sarah  
There's a lot-- I think, really, people just... they're really going for the nostalgia factor. And studios especially are like, "we know that this will sell tickets." So it's not a big gamble to do it.
Jojo  
That's true.
Sarah  
So like they always go with the safe one. Yeah, they know it'll sell tickets. And that's all they're thinking about, is money. So...
Jojo  
Right.
Sarah  
Anyway. So this is the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical. And it's the only Rodgers and Hammerstein musical that was written for TV. And it was written for Julie Andrews, actually, she was in the original version in 1957, on CBS. And then it moved to stage after that, but it's had a couple more iterations on TV, it was done again in '65. And then this one in '97. And they added songs to this one, they added three songs that are actually-- I thought that they were written for this version, but they were actually borrowed from other Richard Rogers musicals, which is pretty funny. They're...
Jojo  
Interesting!
Sarah  
They weren't-- he was just like...
Jojo  
"I don't want to write something new." [laughs]
Sarah  
I didn't look to see if he was the one who was alive and said, "Yes, let's use them." Or if people were just like, "let's just borrow from his other work." So… Oh, and then this musical finally made it to Broadway in 2013, which is pretty late. And I saw it on its tour, and it was wonderful. I loved it. So-- and it has really beautiful transformation costumes, like magic quick-change costumes...
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
...and you can find some of them on YouTube, which is something I always want to do, is watch all of the transformations over and over again. [laughs]
Jojo  
All the magic moments.
Sarah  
It's... I have gotten to work on one magic quick-change dress, but nothing as big as the ones that are in that.
Jojo  
Yeah, it's pretty amazing seeing them.
Sarah  
There's-- it's like engineering, you know, it's a whole different side of costuming.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
So, I have become sort of a Cinderella defender because this movie and the Kenneth Branagh one, especially, make her into a lot more interesting of a person than, say, the cartoon does. Also "Ever After," which is a great adaptation.
Jojo  
Oh, "Ever After" is so good. We'll have to cover that eventually, too.
Sarah  
Yes, yes. [both laugh] And then I'll cry about that white dress.
Jojo  
We'll just do another Cinderella episode. [both laugh] All the different versions of.
Sarah  
Like, "it's Cinderella year, we're only covering Cinderellas this year," and then we would never run out because there's so many.
Jojo  
[laughs] It's true.
Sarah  
I really like how she's-- she's basically an abuse survivor, right? So this one and the Kenneth Branagh one, and "Ever After" make her into this radically kind person who stays positive even though she's faced a lifetime of mistreatment. And she wants to find love, but it's because she wants someone to see her and appreciate her for who she is.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
Not because she wants to be rescued, but just because she knows her own value, and she's waiting for somebody else to finally see it.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
So I think that's wonderful.
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
Okay, moving into the costumes. This is the legendary Bernadette Peters as the step mom, and then the two step sisters. And you can see right away that this is a very colorful world. It seems to have no time period or setting, geographically. It's really just pure fantasy, which is fun. You can do whatever you want. It's just like a crazy mishmash of all of these styles. This is Calliope, the taller sister.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
She has a hobble skirt on, which is so named because you can only hobble in it, you can't really walk because it's so narrow. [laughs] And the step mom has one under this crazy tiered skirt too.
Jojo  
I love it.
Sarah  
This fabric looks maybe like velvet like upholstery fabric, almost.
Jojo  
Yeah, it really does.
Sarah  
So this is telling us-- it opens, basically, with these people. And it's like-- this tells us this world is crazy. It's fantasy. It's drama, you know, colorful. And then we have Cinderella who is... I couldn't get a lot of great shots of her in this because she's carrying huge packages for the whole scene. [both laugh] I have a... see, nope. That. That's it.
Jojo  
Oh yeah.
Sarah  
It's like a loose knit cardigan over just a very simple sort of muslin-colored dress. So this is a situation where everybody else is so crazy that she stands out because she's so plain, you know.
Jojo  
Right. I do love this color palette on her, too.
Sarah  
Yeah.
Jojo  
Like that really nice rust red.
Sarah  
Yes. So conveniently, the prince is also wearing that color in this first scene, which is a funny scene, because they're singing the exact same song pretending like they don't see each other. [both laugh] But they're, like, inches apart.
Jojo  
Yeah. Less than the socially distanced six feet. [both laugh]
Sarah  
And then they turn and see each other. It's like, he was literally right next to you this whole scene. So funny.
Jojo  
That's usually how musicals go, though. It's so improbable, but we just believe it anyways.
Sarah  
Yes, suspension of disbelief, and also it's shot in fullscreen. So the frame is small. So like, for two people to be together, they have to be quite close. [laughs]
Jojo  
Right.
Sarah  
Yeah. So I like that they're both wearing the same color. You know, it tells us that they're-- they want the same thing. They're destined for each other.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
I love his sort of-- I mean, this is his outfit in disguise. Like, people aren't going to realize that he's the prince because he's, what, because he's wearing a shirt and pants? [both laugh] He didn't even do a Jasmine-style cloak.
Jojo  
Right.
Sarah  
You know, he was just like, "they won't recognize me if I'm not wearing brocade." [both laugh] I don't know.
Jojo  
Maybe it's the lack of embroidery and texture on his costume.
Sarah  
Yeah, I mean, when you see what the royal family wears, I suppose it makes sense. But you would think that since this whole-- the kingdom, the village, seems to be so obsessed with him, and the fact that he later gives the ball, they would know what his face looks like.
Jojo  
Right, right.
Sarah  
That's okay. More suspension of disbelief.
Jojo  
[laughs] I guess it's not like they had TV or, you know, things where they could actually see his face plastered all over media all the time.
Sarah  
That's true. That's true. Maybe they've only seen illustrations.
Jojo  
Right, right. [both laugh] Pencil sketches, you know, a little-- little stick figure drawings.
Sarah  
Okay, so this is our king and queen, Victor Garber and Whoopi Goldberg, having a ball. You can tell everybody loved making this movie, which is like... that's always fun.
Jojo  
[laughs] It's been a while since I've seen Whoopi Goldberg in something.
Sarah  
I know, I love her.
Jojo  
I do .
Sarah  
I think they greenlit "Sister Act 3," which--
Jojo  
They did?!
Sarah  
I think... I remember seeing it on Twitter or something when it happened. I hope it happens because "Sister Acts" 1 and 2 are literally in my top 10 movies. [both laugh]
Jojo  
I do love them so much. So good.
Sarah  
So I love their color palette. You know, again, very bright. This hot pink thing on Victor Garber is so fun. And I read a little bit... I found a scan of a page from the book "The Art of Disney Costuming" that talked very briefly about this movie. And apparently they didn't have that big of a budget. And I think that you wouldn't know that unless you were told, you know, because the fabrics look very luxurious. Nothing looks cheap, I would say... for the most part. [both laugh]
Jojo  
There's there's a few exceptions.
Sarah  
Yeah, I mean, all looks pretty darn good. But it's funny because they actually-- most of the characters, at the end of the movie, go back to what they're wearing at the beginning. So they kind of recycle the first looks into their-- so most of the characters have two outfits, maybe three.
Jojo  
Okay.
Sarah  
So that's kind of where we can see that there's not a lot of budget.
Jojo  
Right.
Sarah  
But I like sort of the sari fabric that Victor Garber has on. And here's a wide shot where you can see it's nice and long.
Jojo  
That is almost like an Indian coat.
Sarah  
Mmhmm.
Jojo  
Very Indian inspired.
Sarah  
Yeah. And I think that using sari fabrics and using fabrics that have a metallic or an interesting pattern is an easy way to make things look luxurious without having to put a ton of trim or crystals on it. You know what I mean?
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
Yeah, so I think they look great. Whoopi Goldberg wearing burgundy velvet. I love the natural hairstyle she has. Very good, very good. No notes. Looks great.
Jojo  
[both laugh] No notes.
Sarah  
So here we have the stepmother during the "prince is giving a ball" scene, and she looks cuckoo-bananas in this scene. I mean, everybody does.
Jojo  
Look at that floating thing around her head!
Sarah  
Yeah!
Jojo  
It's so great.
Unknown Speaker  
It's like a sheer sort of shawl. Except she's also wearing this large headpiece, which, don't worry, I have a picture of it.
Jojo  
Oh my goodness.
Sarah  
There it is. It looks like clock hands? Like, wacky clock hands.
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
Doesn't it?
Jojo  
Like all stapled together. [both laugh]
Sarah  
I think it's great.
Jojo  
She looks very-- for some reason, she just makes me think of Ursula. Like, I feel like these are things that she could have collected from the bottom of the sea and just fashioned into a little headdress. [both laugh]
Sarah  
Oh man, I love that visual. It's hilarious.
Jojo  
Maybe it's also that she's wearing that purple high necked collar.
Sarah  
Yeah, she does wear a good amount of purple. She does. So yeah, that's a fun look.
Jojo  
It's beautiful.
Sarah  
Yeah, I like this purple fabric. Once again, looks sort of Indian-esque.
Jojo  
Yeah, it's got that Indian trim  that's typically on the sari, as well. And then the small gold embroidery.
Sarah  
Oh, I don't have a picture of him. But I wrote down in my notes, "Jason Alexander doing the same inscrutable accent as the stylist in 'The Princess Diaries.'" Because he's doing this weird-- it sounds like New York, Brooklyn, and then it sounds vaguely European. It's, it's like nothing. It's just an accent but--
Jojo  
Whyyyy?
Sarah  
--it's not a real accent. [both laugh] It's pretty funny. So here we have the step family once again. And this is when they're getting ready to go to the ball. And I love that their, basically, dressing gowns and underwear are as exciting and interesting as their actual clothes. [both laugh]
Jojo  
Yep.
Sarah  
One thing I didn't appreciate is, once again, there's a tight lacing scene. Because we always have to have one of those. And it was on Minerva, who is the shorter curvier sister and I was like, "okay, of course the curvy one is the one who has to be squeezed into a corset."
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
Of course. Yeah, I love how elaborate this is. Like, this petticoat  she has is so many different fabrics and it's really voluminous and fun. And then I-- the other, the taller sister, is very Carol Burnett. She looks like Carol Burnett the whole movie. It's like she's doing an impression of her.
Jojo  
I love that a headdress that she's got going on. It's almost like she layered multiple shower caps onto it and like just attached them. [both laugh]
Sarah  
Yeah, it's like a bonnet? I guess.
Jojo  
Oh, okay.
Sarah  
I don't know... for like, you know, people wear to sleep or to put over their curlers.
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
That's kind of the vibe it's giving me?
Jojo  
I love it. [laughs]
Sarah  
I love this peachy-apricot color of Minerva's outfit.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
I think it's really nice. Okay, and then Calliope's is like-- it looks like burnout velvet, maybe?
Jojo  
Yeah, that's what I was gonna say. It's almost got a slightly 1920s vibe to it.
Sarah  
Yeah! Yeah.
Jojo  
Like those draped... they're not really dresses. They're more kinda like capes, I guess?
Sarah  
Yeah, where it has sort of the the swag shape of like a... yeah, I know what you're talking about.
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
Also their house... is INSANE looking. Like, it looks like a Disneyland ride. [both laugh] It's wild.
Jojo  
Like, look at that wallpaper  and that weirdly shaped door..[both laugh]
Sarah  
It's... this whole movie is so fun. I-- it used to be on YouTube. And I watched it many times on YouTube. I think we watched it once in the shop at Fullerton, because--
Jojo  
I'm pretty sure... I feel like I walked in when that happened, with Rachel's class probably.
Sarah  
[both laugh] Yeah. That's the best, I love watching movies at work.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
Okay. So now we are going to the ball. And here is Bernadette in purple again. This costume is so pretty. It's very much... so this is '97, so you can kind of see the '97-ness in some of the silhouettes.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
I think that the volume starting at the hip instead of the waist is pretty-- it's very late 90s, early 2000s to me because like--
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
I remember formal dresses at the time looking like that.
Jojo  
It's like almost a slightly dropped waist.
Sarah  
Mmhmm.
Jojo  
Which I always hated because I was like, "I'm too short for this." Like, "this is so unflattering on my body." [laughs]
Sarah  
Oh yeah, I have a pretty good hourglass, and then-- but dresses like that, I always felt like just kind of emphasized my belly. And made me look like I have a really long torso, so...
Jojo  
Right, right.
Sarah  
It's not my favorite silhouette on me.
Jojo  
Maybe for someone taller. [laughs]
Sarah  
Other people. Yep. And then here's a close up of her bodice and her jewelry. I think it's... I don't know how I feel. I think it's beautiful. But I also there's something about it that I can't quite articulate what what it's making me think, or how it's making me feel.
Jojo  
I feel like there's a very, almost-- maybe it is a very 90s thing, but there is a little bit of that craftiness that feels almost kind of kitschy?
Sarah  
Yes.
Jojo  
So I think it is bordering on that like, not not quite bad, but it could go really bad. [laughs]
Sarah  
Yeah.
Jojo  
She walks a fine line with this design. Let's just say that. [laughs]
Sarah  
I feel like from far away it looks really good and expensive. And then when you zoom in, it looks a little bit like the stones are kind of hot glued on willy-nilly.
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
You know what I mean?
Jojo  
It's like some mom decided to craft her own dress and decided she needed more jewels and got her Bejeweler set out. [both laugh]
Sarah  
The jewelry is very interesting. It looks like... I wonder if it's metal or if it's something else. It looks almost like gold plastic to me.
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
I don't know if that's true. I'm sorry to the people who made it, if it's not true.
Jojo  
[laughs] That could have been the effect too, though. Because, you know, I mean, there is something said about how she is trying to... I don't want to say "create this character," but she wants to look richer than she actually is. And maybe her version of-- it's kind of like how I feel about "Bridgerton," there's that mom who... her and her three daughters are in that really ugly kind of chartreuse color. And they're supposed to look kind of over the top and exaggerated and a little like they crafted everything themselves even though it's way too much for everybody else.
Sarah  
Right. It is unclear to me-- like, there's not a lot of background in this movie because it's only an hour and 20 minutes or whatever. So it's not clear if the step family is rich or if they are so desperate to marry the prince because they need to raise their status.
Jojo  
Right right.
Sarah  
Not sure. Not sure. I do like it from far away though, I love the swirls. I think it's very fun and fantasy.
Jojo  
It definitely looks much more luxurious from far away.
Sarah  
Yeah. And so here we have the sisters at the ball. And I love Minerva-- well, I love both of these dresses. But I love Minerva's especially, because it's this iridescent lamé that is just so pretty and sparkly. I have a second picture where you can kind of see the skirt.
Jojo  
[laughs]
Sarah  
I know.
Jojo  
I love this shot.
Sarah  
Oh, this picture is bad quality. [both laugh] Whoops. I like it too much, I'm gonna keep it.
Jojo  
Oh, that's pretty great.
Sarah  
I love-- it's iridescent organza and lamé just layered on top of each other. I think it's so cool. And then Calliope's is like this crazy lampshade thing, which was probably really difficult to make--
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
-- but looks really cool. Oh, and the makeup in this movie is also very, very late 90s. Like, you can't really see it in these pictures. But they have full Bonnie Bell glitter gel highlights. And I'm like, "Oh my god, that was me." [both laugh]
Jojo  
I remember that from-- I do remember that from the when Brandy's character comes out at the end. Doesn't she have a whole bunch of glitter on her cheek too?
Sarah  
In her wedding dress? She may, I didn't get any pictures of it.  
Jojo  
Or maybe I'm thinking of Whitney Houston.
Sarah  
Yeah, I think... Brandi actually, I wrote in my notes that her makeup stays pretty matte the whole time. It's not very glossy, not a lot of dewiness, very matte eyeshadow. Very thin eyebrows, you know.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
Very 90s. I have a couple pictures later on of the ensemble at the ball. And they are so different from what these step family are wearing. So they really stand out. [both laugh]
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
Because they look cuckoo. Okay, so next is Whitney Houston.
Jojo  
Ahh, Whitney Houston.
Sarah  
And she produced this movie, which is fun. I heard that she originally wanted to play Cinderella herself and then she was like, "Oh, wait, that might not be a good idea. I might not be the right age." [both laugh] That might just be a rumor though.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
So I have complicated feelings about this costume. I think that it is kind of cheap looking?
Yeah.
It's effective. I like the fabric choice, it's kind of sparkly. But I think that the embellishment on it could look more expensive than it does.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
I think it looks a little bit like-- if you're gonna use stones like this, especially on camera, they should be nice ones. They look kind of plasticky, and not--
Jojo  
This almost gives me the same effect as Bernadette's...
Sarah  
Right!
Jojo  
...front dress. It's it's kind of this hot glued on, giant Michaels gemstones, like... [both laugh] very kitschy.
Sarah  
Right. A little bit, as my friend Erik would say, "Becky Home Ecky." [both laugh]
Jojo  
Yes.
Sarah  
Yeah, so I like the actual dress and her little cape that is attached to her fingers is cute.
Jojo  
I'm trying to figure out what this material is. Because in that last shot, it almost looks like-- it almost looks like latex. I think just because of the way that it's kind of see through and stretched over her bust.
Sarah  
Yeah. It's very shiny.
Jojo  
Yeah. Because in your second image, I can't tell if it's transparent or not? It doesn't look as transparent here. But with the other shot, because you can actually see the neck line...
Sarah  
Oh, look at this. Look, it has a pattern in it.
Jojo  
Ooooh, interesting.
Sarah  
I-- my guess would be... I feel like I had clothes made of stuff like this in the 90s and early 2000s. Sort of like polyester-y, stretchy, very slinky?
Jojo  
Yeah, it's like that cheap, spandexy kind of... I think I know you're talking about
Sarah  
Yeah, and I think it is sheer. I think it's two layers.
Jojo  
Okay.
Sarah  
Yeah, you can kind of see right here in the skirt that it looks like it may be a layer of sheer on top of another layer.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
I think that sort of the holographic sparkle effect is cool.
Jojo  
Could be, yeah, yeah, definitely.
Sarah  
But yeah, it's the embellishment that is problem.
Jojo  
They're also in kind of random places.
Sarah  
[both laugh] Yeah! Like...
Jojo  
Like, I'm curious what the goal was for how she laid those out.
Sarah  
Yeah, and the shapes are confusing, too. I mean, look, the wall next to her has the same shapes! [both laugh] I don't-- was this a trend, 'cause...
Jojo  
Match your wallpaper. [laughs]
Sarah  
It almost reminds me of home decor from a certain era?
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
Do you know what I mean? Like, triangles and swirls were like sort of kooky decor?
Like, the geometric shapes.
Yeah, I... it's just a bit confusing. But I had a second sort of thought. Oh, I will say, I think this could be greatly improved with some Swarowskis...
Jojo  
Yes!
Sarah  
...but there are not many outfits that couldn't be. I do like how different she is, because everybody else on screen looks so cuckoo-bananas, that she comes in this streamlined silhouette. This all one color.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
You know? With this beautiful hair. And I think it really is sort of like a... she's sort of like a visual break from all of the insanity that everybody else is wearing. So I do like...
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
...I do like that, that she looks so different. And that helps her look more magical. And ethereal.
Jojo  
Mmhmm. Good job, Whitney Houston.
Sarah  
Yeah, I mean, she's great in this role. She's great. Okay, so let's talk about Cinderella's dress finally. Beautiful.
Jojo  
Ugh! So beautiful.
Sarah  
There are so many iterations of Cinderella's, you know, classic blue or silver dress at the ball.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
And this one is very of its time, you know, it's very late 90s.
Jojo  
Right.
Sarah  
But I think it's very effective. It's... I had to kind of think about the fact that at the time in the late 90s there weren't nearly as many Cinderellas as there are now. So it had probably been quite a while since people had seen a live action Cinderella. So it needed to be something really fresh and exciting and of the time for it to make an impact. And also, it's exciting that she is black so that makes its own statement too.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
And so it's like she's a-- you know, everything was all about the new millennium. She's like a Cinderella for the new millennium, the Y2K era. [laughs]
Jojo  
Right.
Sarah  
So I think it's really pretty. It's really simple but it's very pretty. She's got crystals.
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
This is where they spent their crystal budget.
Jojo  
Probably why they didn't have enough leftover for Whitney Houston! [both laugh]
Sarah  
Yes. And then here's her makeup, you can see. Like I said, very matte, just-- only blue, super thin brows, but she looks beautiful.
Jojo  
Also very 90s though. You know, it's like that really high contrast light blue eyeshadow was very common at that time.
Sarah  
Mmhmm. It's not as-- like, I think that makeup got a lot frostier, maybe the year 2000-ish. Because I...
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
I associate early 2000s makeup with really metallic and frostiness. But she doesn't have any of that.
Jojo  
Mmhmm. Yeah.
Sarah  
This is the-- this picture is from the "Art of Disney Costuming" book. So it's a nice shot of the silhouette from the side. I like how the bodice extends in the back.
Jojo  
Mmhmm. I do love that.
Sarah  
The sleeve detail is really pretty, love that. It's sort of got-- this little swag shape is sort of maybe a reference to sort of classic princess gowns, you know. Very pretty.
Jojo  
It's the little details.
Sarah  
Oh, yeah, I wrote "it fits her perfectly," because it does. Yeah, I think it's really nice. I wrote in my notes, "I think it's okay." And I think I've warmed up to it a little bit more since I took that note. [both laugh]
Jojo  
The longer you stare at it, the more it grows on you.
Sarah  
Yeah, I think it's really pretty. So here's the ensemble at the ball.
Jojo  
Ooh!
Sarah  
And this is interesting, because if they didn't have that much of a budget, that makes me go, "where did they get all these dresses that are identical to each other?"
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
I mean, in this shot, obviously, they're not identical. But like--
Jojo  
Right.
Sarah  
--everybody at the ball is wearing the same colors. So it's a variation of purpley-blue-turquoisey. And then we have Cinderella in very pale blue.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
So it makes me wonder if they found all these gowns somehow, or if they just outsourced them.
Jojo  
I wonder if Ellen maybe had some sort of connection with a prom house or something like that.
Sarah  
Maybe, yeah.
Jojo  
Because that way they have-- you know, they have all the colors, and all the kind of nearby colors in one section. And they do some sort of a studio rental or something.
Sarah  
Yeah, maybe they purchased-- because it looks like a lot of them have sort of like a tulle overlay. So maybe it's like they purchased them and then added a bunch of tulle to kind of marry them all together.
Jojo  
Right.
Sarah  
I grabbed this one because it has sort of a celestial star pattern on the skirt.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
On the left there. And then all the men are in sort of blue-purple tux, suit, things.
Jojo  
It's a really nice color palette for sure.
Sarah  
Yeah. You know, it does what we always talk about, which is: the leads really stand out, because everybody else is wearing the same colors. So I was really good, and I edited my pictures down. I have no pictures of the prince. I'm sorry.
Jojo  
It's real hard. [both laugh]
Sarah  
Yeah! I really wanted to talk about the ensemble and all the dresses, so I cut him. I'm sorry. You look very handsome. Okay, so I have some pictures of feet. [both laugh] Just to close out.
Jojo  
Some pictures of feet.
Sarah  
For all you fans... of feet.
Jojo  
Look at those stockings!
Sarah  
I know! So I like-- this is the scene where the glass slipper is being tried on all around the kingdom, and it's like a parade of really cute tights.
Jojo  
Mmhmm.
Sarah  
That's why I pulled all these, because they're all so cute. And this is only three, and there's so many.
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
I hate the glass slipper. I hate it.
Jojo  
Yeah, it's super ugly. [laughs]
Sarah  
It looks like a loafer made of clear vinyl. [both laugh]
Jojo  
You're right, it doesn't really have very much of a nice sleek shape, which is what you'd expect.
Sarah  
It doesn't look like glass. It looks like Lucite or vinyl. I think the only live action glass slippers I've enjoyed are... the one in the new one. But it was heavily CGI'ed.
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
They made them, I think they made them, and they look really like faceted crystal.
Jojo  
Uh huh.
Sarah  
And then I like the version in "Ever After," where it's kind of just like the heel is glass. And then the rest of it is really beaded silver. It's like a mule.
Jojo  
I have to rewatch the movie, but yeah, I think I know what you're talking about.
Sarah  
Yeah. And then when they do it on stage, a it's sort of like a stripper heel. But it's really crystaled. So I think that crystals really help sell the sort of...
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
...sparkly glass thing. This is like... not it. [both laugh]
Jojo  
Especially when you're zooming in that close to actually look at the slipper up close. It's like, you really want it to look dazzling. And this just does not do that.
Sarah  
Also, I don't have any pictures of it, but just imagine just Brandy's feet in these. She wasn't wearing tights. It's just like... toes. [laughs]
Jojo  
"It's just like... toes!" [laughs]
Sarah  
It's just like, "Welcome to my toes."
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
It doesn't look expensive. I'm sorry Ellen Mirojnick, I don't like them. [laughs] I just don't.
Jojo  
At that point, you might have as well wear, you know, flip flops, or like...
Sarah  
Well...!
Jojo  
If we're gonna see your toes anyway.
Sarah  
That transitions me into this, which is the shoes that Brandy takes off to put it on at the end of the movie. This is just like a full Walmart house slipper. [both laugh]
Jojo  
Yep. I think I have those slippers.
Sarah  
I've bought these for shows where we have an old lady character.
Jojo  
Yeah, exactly.
Sarah  
Who shuffles around her house.
Jojo  
Oh, that's so funny.
Sarah  
I think it's kind of hilarious. And I want-- I would love to talk to someone about how they arrived at these.
Jojo  
Talk to me, someone. [both laugh]
Sarah  
I'd like to know why.
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
And my sister was like, "Maybe they didn't like whatever option they had," because earlier in the movie, she's wearing boots. And then she was like, "What if they grabbed these from Brandy's trailer," or from the costuming department, because they were like, "We need something she can just slide on and off really quick!"
Jojo
Right. It also makes me wonder, because, you know, a lot of the thing has to do with sometimes the shoe size you're working with. Because like-- I mean, I don't know what Brandy's shoe size is, but sometimes that can be difficult too. It's like, you'll find all these cool shoes that you want or that you wish you had, but then they don't come in the size of your actor. Or if your actor has particularly big feet, it's a lot harder to find a dainty looking shoe, or a dainty looking something-or-other that they can slip off. You know, that doesn't look like this. [laughs]
Right.
Jojo  
So wonder, you know, I wonder if part of it might have also been shoe size, or just, you know, the options of shoes at that time. Because I feel like nowadays, we've really come into a moment where we're really honing in on designing shoes in a very intricate way. And I-- not that they didn't have cool shoes back then. But I feel like, you know, the manufacturing might have been different back in the 90s.
Sarah  
Well, and they didn't have Amazon Prime. So...
Jojo  
Right.
Sarah  
...maybe it was a timing issue where they were like, "Shoot, none of the shoes that we bought for this scene are working." She can't take it off fast enough, or...
Jojo  
Right.
Sarah  
...it looks wrong on camera.
Jojo  
And we can't order something that'll arrive tomorrow.
Sarah  
Yeah, so they were like, "Run down to CVS and see if you can find some slippers." Or "go to the wardrobe trailer where they have slippers for people and just grab some," you know.
Jojo  
Right.
Sarah  
Like, it could have been, it could be... I just want to know. I just want to know what happened.
Jojo  
Just tell us!
Sarah  
Or if this was very intentional, and they were like, "Yeah, she's wearing house shoes because that's what people wear around the house." I don't know. [both laugh]
Jojo  
I mean, I guess in this house where there's so much crazy over exaggeration, it wouldn't be that far fetched.
Sarah  
Right! And it-- okay, I'm cautious to say this as a white person. But I know that a lot of people associate this kind of slipper with their black grandma. It seems sort of like... I don't know, I mean, my grandma wears shoes like this around the house too. So I don't know if it's-- if it's an intentional... if it's made to make us think about that, or...
Jojo  
Right, right.
Sarah  
...if it truly is just like, "This is what we had." I don't know. I don't know.
Jojo  
[laughs] So many questions. This is another one of those where we just need to bring Ellen Mirojnick on this podcast.
Sarah  
I know! Ellen, if you're listening, please get in contact with us. [both laugh]
Jojo  
Please answer our troubles and our woes. [both laugh]
Sarah  
Yeah, I mean, I imagine that they didn't intend for anybody to pull the screencap out and talk about the house shoes for five minutes...
Jojo  
True!
Sarah  
...but it's happened, so you can't stop us. [both laugh]
Jojo  
It's already out there.
Sarah  
Yep. So that's it for "Cinderella." Please watch it on Disney+, it's a delight. I think that... I am a Rodgers and Hammerstein super fan, and I think that it's a really sort of under-appreciated Rodgers and Hammerstein musical. I loved the 60s version when I was a kid and now I want to watch it again. And see...
Jojo  
I don't know if I've ever seen the 60s version.
Sarah  
I don't remember a lot of it. I remember that a lot of it looks like it was filmed indoors even when they're supposed to be outdoors. [both laugh]
Jojo  
Like, indoors in a studio? Or like, just in someone's house indoors? [laughs]
Sarah  
No, like a studio.
Jojo  
Oh, okay.
Sarah  
Like, sets that were made to look sort of outdoorsy, but they are not fooling anybody.
Jojo  
Ohhhh.
Sarah  
That kind of vibe. [both laugh] I wonder if it's out there. I wonder if it's on YouTube anywhere. But yeah, so...
Jojo  
I'm sure.
Sarah  
Watch it. It's a great hour and 20 minutes. And that's... that's it for me.
Jojo  
Yay, so exciting! Thanks, Sarah.
Sarah  
You're welcome! [laughs]
Jojo  
Okay, I will pull up... did we need to take a water break? Or you're doing okay?
Sarah  
I think I'm okay. Are you good?
Jojo  
I'm doing good.
Sarah  
I'm so excited.
Jojo  
Me too! Okay, so I'm super excited to be covering "Mirror Mirror."
This is another movie/live action that's been done quite a few times in multiple different varieties: the story of Snow White. I do love the way that this particular film, kind of similar to what you said with Cinderella--or your version of Cinderella--where they really emphasized kind of the strength of Snow White, and almost her independence. Whereas in the original Disney movie, she's a little bit-- I mean, this was their first Disney movie that they ever released, you know.
Sarah  
Mmhmm.
Jojo  
I mean, cartoon, I should say.
Sarah  
Yep.
Jojo  
But, so her-- I think that time period, her character was not as as strong as we see women today. So I love that this version really emphasizes Snow White being able to do things on her own and being able to fight her own battles. And even though there is a love story involved and there is the Evil Queen, it's very much about her kind of finding her own strength and discovering that.
Sarah  
That's awesome.
Jojo  
So I really love that about this version of Snow White. This particular movie is absolutely a visual feast. It is one of my favorite costume designers. And I'll talk a little bit more about the release first. So, it was released in 2012. So not too long ago. The director was Tarsem Singh, who-- he's actually worked with the costume designer, that I'll talk about in a second, quite a few times. So this was their fourth movie together. I believe he's an Indian director who did, if you don't know-- "Emerald City" is one of the newer shows that he's doing about Oz, which I haven't seen, but I'm very excited because I just love Wizard of Oz stuff. He also did "The Cell" with Jennifer Lopez, "Immortals." And then one of his greatest passion projects, which I had to watch in grad school class, but it is the most beautiful movie I've ever seen... it's called "The Fall."
Sarah  
I have heard of-- I know the costumes for "The Fall." I've never seen it, but...
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
... I've seen pictures.
Jojo  
Oh my gosh, it's just it's a beautiful movie. It's actually... they say it's his passion project, because it literally took him, I think, like 10 years to to film it.
Sarah  
Oh my god.
Jojo  
Just because-- and that they were constantly, you know, running out of budget and running out of everything. But again, it's just so visually breathtaking. And that's very characteristic of a lot of his work, which is also why he continually works with the costume designer. So Eiko Ishioka, who's... she's Tokyo born, she actually started out as a graphic designer, but again, she's literally done all of these movies with him. So she did "The Cell" with him, she did "Immortals," she did "The Fall." And then of course, "Mirror Mirror." And I'm a little sad about this because "Mirror Mirror" was actually her swan song project. And she passed before she even got to finish the movie, or before it even got released. Which is, you know, very sad for all of us who lost her because she was such a visionary in terms of costumes, and you can definitely see the graphic design quality of her work. She also won the Oscar for Bram Stoker's "Dracula." So it was the newest version of the movie with Gary Oldman, and Winona Ryder, which is beautiful, if you haven't seen that, that's another great one. And then she also got nominated for a Tony for "Madame Butterfly." So she's kind of done, dabbled a little bit in a bunch of different things. But again, like I said, this was her final project. And what a beautiful project it is. I really love this particular movie, because one of the things I did want to talk about in particular was that this movie really showcases how costumes can really be about evoking an emotion, as opposed to just about the storytelling, because there's a lot of kind of impractical storytelling things that happen in this movie. A lot of the costumes don't necessarily make sense in like, a logical way, when we talk about why she's wearing certain colors or why she's wearing certain shapes and silhouettes. But, boy, you're going to be staring at how beautiful those costumes are. [laughs] And I think Eiko really paid attention to what her costumes look like against the backdrop in addition to just looking at, you know, what she's actually designing. And so just to give you a little bit of background about the sheer amount and number of costumes that she worked with... and I think she she tended to do this with a lot of her pieces. She worked on a really grand scale, and she knew how to do that very well. And she also was just one of those people who she kind of either went 100% or 110% full throttle or she did zero so...
Sarah  
Yeah.
Jojo  
...there was never really an in between for her, which is one of the things her director said about her after she passed. So the costumes were made in a combination of places; her shop in Montreal. It was also a combination of New York's Tricorn Costumes, Jennifer Love Costumes, Corelli Costumes, and Eric Winterland Costumes. Most of these places, I have no idea where they are. But I assume a lot of them are in New York, other than her shop in Montreal, of course. So then, in total, she had 400 costumes custom made for "Mirror Mirror."
Oh my god. 400?!
And then she had over 600 costumes that were rented and altered for "Mirror Mirror." Like, that's ridiculous. I can't even begin to talk about how many costumes that is. Like, we talked about the sheer amount of costumes in "Bridgerton"... this... this just overshadows that completely.
Sarah  
And this is one movie, and "Bridgerton" is a 10 episode show. That's crazy! [laughs]
Jojo  
Exactly! So it's like, the fact that, you know-- if you're going to make this your swan song, this is going to be the one. So anyways, I just wanted to start with all that copious amount of information about her costumes. [laughs]
Sarah  
She's a legend.
Jojo  
Alright, so I'll start with the-- this is kind of in order in the film. So of course, we see Snow White first in her princess dress. And one of the things that Eiko Ishioka talked about when she wanted to create this costume was that she wanted to tie Snow White in with nature. And it specifically is more seen in the beginning, I think. And of course, she's covered in these flowers. Her time period--because this isn't really set in a specific time period--it goes anywhere from the Renaissance, all the way up to probably the late 18th century. So you'll see a variety of different silhouettes, but again, because there's not a specific time period, and because this is such a fantastical environment, she really had pretty much free rein to kind of do whatever she wanted. So this particular one has a little bit more of a Renaissance silhouette. We've got kind of the the Tudor era little... petals? For her peplum?
Sarah  
Yeah, little tabs.
Jojo  
Yeah, the little tabs that she's got on her bodice, and then this skirt shape as well as is very Renaissance. Alright, so we've gone over this, she has a lot of florals on her dress and all over the top. It's weird because it almost feels like part of it is peeling off. And I don't know if that was intentional, or if they just use a fabric stamp or... curious. Who knows, that'll be a question, I guess, one day when I meet Ishioka again. [both laugh]
Sarah  
In... in heaven? [both laugh]
Jojo  
Okay, so this next one, there's a lot of kind of animal creatures that she uses in... there's a particular ball scene where she has everyone dressed in these beautiful dresses, and then she has them each having some sort of animal equivalent. So they have some sort of animal headdress. So this is actually from the ball scene. But Nathan Lane also plays kind of the assistant, very downtrodden assistant, to Julia Roberts, who is our Evil Queen. But I loved this outfit, because I wanted to emphasize the fact that his coat has actually been made to just stand out very much like a cockroach. And spoiler alert, he does get turned into a cockroach for a short period of time later on. So I love that she's already kind of given us this hint that he's gonna turn into a bug and that he already is kind of the bug of the piece because he's so abused the whole time.
Sarah  
Mmhmm.
Jojo  
And he's kind of like that bug that you just want to get out of the way. And I think Julia Roberts definitely treats him like that the entire time.
Sarah  
Aww.
Jojo  
So it works very well. Moving on.
Sarah  
Oh my gosh.
Jojo  
So this is the first dress that we see Julia Roberts in. So one of the things that I love about how well Ishioka has thought about this is that she's really thought about the entire big picture of this film. It's not just about how beautiful all these details are. She's really paying attention to how the colors of the characters really line up with each other. And I'll talk a little bit about this as I go through, but I love that she constantly has kind of parallel moments in both Snow White and the Queen's life happening in very similar--or pretty much the same--colors. So obviously this is her first appearance and you see that kind of same peach that Snow White is wearing reflected in the peach dress that's worn by Julia Roberts. I love that she's just sitting in this shell-like throne when you first see her, and she's just kind of laid back. The other thing I really wanted to zoom in on, which I think this picture captures really well, is her sleeve. Because it's got this built out almost heart shape.
Sarah  
Mmhmm.
Jojo  
But it's just standing there, and then she's also encapsuled that with an additional embroidered diamond, which is just incredible. So, I don't have a lot to say about these first two dresses, I just wanted to put it out there, because they're just so gorgeous. And this is the first thing you see. So it really does, again, introduce you to the world of Ishioka's work, and the remainder of her costumes are going to be pretty much just as spectacular as this.
Sarah  
Those sleeves are kind of giving me a Tudor feeling.  
Jojo  
Very much so.
Sarah  
It's like a reference, but it's not literal, you know, it's just kind of evoking sort of the vibe of a Tudor sleeve.
Jojo  
Yeah, definitely. And this is kind of where it starts, she actually does get a lot more Tudor...
Sarah  
Oh!
Jojo  
...in the other sleeve shapes that Ishioka puts on her. So she starts getting kind of those long, draped over-sleeves that are very common from that time period. So yeah, lots of influence from the Tudor period here. Okay...
Sarah  
Oh my god.
Jojo  
Then we go to the scene... this is kind of a short cut in scene at the beginning to introduce our prince. And I don't have a ton to say about the prince because again, we have to, you know, filter down, but I wanted to pull this picture because I wanted to show just the dwarves and how creative Ishioka was with this. Because it's this fact that, you know, the seven dwarves are actually this band of thieves that kind of steal money from the rich that are crossing through their forest. And so their way of being more intimidating is to be walking, and kind of bouncing around, on these accordion stilts that they just run around through the forest on.
Sarah
That's crazy.
Jojo
And it's funny because you know, when you first see them, you don't think that they're dwarves and you're just kind of like, "okay, who are these random bandits?" And then you realize, when the prince finally gets bested by the seven of them, you just see them kind of all lower down their accordions, and then they shrink down to their actual size. And I wish that I had captured that whole movement down because it's just so hilarious. And you can tell the dwarves in this movie are certainly comic relief. I mean, there's quite a few bits of comic relief here. And it's interesting, because it's Tarsem directing, you can actually tell there's a lot of very Indian, kind of corny, cultural jokes, if that makes any sense.
Sarah
Mmm.
Jojo
Like, you're not necessarily saying things in Indian jokes, but I think there's something about Indian... what's the right word? Filmmaking. That kind of pushes that exaggerated corniness, that you definitely catch in this movie as well. And I'll talk a little bit more about the dwarves in a second. But I just love this image and seeing kind of this very acrobatic and very circus-like feature of Ishioka's work, because I think she's also designed some stuff for Cirque as well.
Sarah
That makes sense.
Jojo
So that having that knowledge definitely makes sense here.
Sarah
Yeah.
Jojo
Okay, so let's talk about the gold robe. So, like I mentioned before, this is totally impractical. anyone trying to sneak out of the castle would not wear something this bright.
Sarah
Bright yellow! That'll be incognito. [both laugh]
Jojo
Yeah, exactly. But I mean, it's so so beautiful.
Sarah  
Beautiful.
Jojo  
And we'll talk a little bit more about this later on. But there's a really nice foreshadowing moment, because when she wears this giant cloak, Julia Roberts actually wears a very similar silhouette in a cloak shape towards the end of the movie. But hers is in this vibrant blue, and she's kind of riding out at night. And that's when she's trying to actually go after Snow White and kill her. So in this first appearance that we see of Snow White and the gold-- and this is kind of my own notes to myself, so I don't know if this was actually Ishioka's intent. But I love that even though this is obviously not a good way to sneak out of the castle, I love that the gold that she's wearing in this actually sort of represents the sun. And then when Julia Roberts wears a kind of blue cloak to parallel that later on, it's sort of her representing the night.
Sarah  
Ohh.
Jojo  
So there's a very clear, kind of good-versus-evil. And the best thing... and I'll actually-- let's see, okay, so I pulled this photo, because it's her in the yellow cloak when she's going to visit the town. Because she wants to see the conditions of the town that her father has basically ruled over for a long time. And this is her first experience seeing how poor they've gotten, how the Queen has basically taken over the land and taxed them way too much. But again, it's this idea that she's sort of the golden sun in the midst of this really drab place. So I think, again-- very, very symbolic. I love that even if this wasn't Ishioka's intent, that's kind of what we're seeing here.
Mmhmm.
So yes... and still kind of matching with that same color palette, even though it's a much more vibrant and saturate yellow, it still fits in with the rest of the browns in this scene.
Sarah  
Mmhmm.
Jojo  
So then we go to the first gold dress that we see Julia Roberts in, and this dress is actually recycled quite a bit throughout this movie. And this is where I'm talking about that kind of Tudor draped over-sleeve that she's got, and one of the things that I really love about this-- it's actually even more Elizabethan...
Sarah  
Yup, that point.
Jojo  
...because she's got that really long bodice and kind of that lower neckline. But this is always the color that she wears whenever she enters the mirror world. So her way of entering the mirror-- whenever she says "mirror mirror, who's the fairest of them all," she actually walks through the mirror and then ends up coming up through the water into this deserted wigwam somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
Sarah  
I need to watch this movie, clearly, like... this sounds crazy.
Jojo  
[laughs] Oh, you haven't seen this movie yet?
Sarah  
I was gonna watch it because you're covering it! And then I never got around to it, which happens to me every time.
Jojo  
Oh no, it's good, please do watch it. Like I said, it's one of those stories where it's like, the storyline isn't the strongest.
Sarah  
Sure.
Jojo  
It's very like, okay... kids' Disney, you know, Snow White version. But costumes, man, it's, it's pretty phenomenal. So she's always wearing this gold dress anytime she enters into the mirror. And the way that they've presented the mirror is that it's actually her confronting herself.
Sarah  
Mmm.
Jojo  
So it's a very kind of Dorian Gray moment where it's like she doesn't want to age. So her way of preserving her youthfulness is actually to trap another soul in this necklace that she has, that she's constantly wearing. And well, you know, I won't really spoil that part of it. But either way, whenever she's facing herself in the mirror, the mirror version of herself that kind of talks to her is this much younger version. And there's this whole joke about how the mirror version doesn't have wrinkles, whereas the real version, or her version, does. So again, every time she enters this kind of holy haven, she's always in this gold. But the interesting thing, again, is that right when we see Snow White kind of entering the town in this golden cloak, this is when we see her in the gold kind of going into her own haven. So it's like they're each kind of going to their own separate outside location outside of their comfort zone that's, you know, maybe their private safety. But they're in the same kind of parallel colors. Moving on.
Sarah  
Oh my gosh.
Jojo  
So this is the same yellow dress, or gold dress, but I wanted to kind of-- there's a zoomed-in picture of how much pleating they've done on her bodice and on her sleeves, which is incredible. And then, of course, they add even more, that giant Elizabethan ruff to just kind of give her that sort of "head on a plate" effect, which is very common from that time period. So I just wanted to show another quick picture of that.
Sarah  
So cool.
Jojo  
So let's go back to the dwarves really quick. I pulled this really nice vanity shot of them. Because I loved that Ishioka has really given each of them a character. And they don't necessarily-- like, we don't have a one-for-one. You know, it's not the same Seven Dwarves that are in the original Disney movie.
Sarah  
Right.
Jojo  
But there's some crossovers here and there, but I wanted to kind of list how she sort of separated them and it's mostly with their hats, which I love.
Sarah  
Mmhmm.
Jojo  
So, the guy with the wolf pelt, I kind of equated him with our equivalent of Sneezy, but he's kind of the eccentric one. He just goes around pretty much howling like a wolf all the time.
Sarah  
Oh!
Jojo  
And that's literally his name, so he introduces himself as Wolf. The metal knight's helmet, the guy in the kind of metal armor--or medieval armor--he's Will Grimm, and he's kind of our Doc equivalent.
Sarah  
Mmm.
Jojo  
So he's kind of like the smart one. The whole joke at the end is that because his last name is Grimm, he ends up being the one to write all the little fairy tales.
Sarah  
Cute!
Jojo  
But he's also kind of our leader. And so, you know, he has the helmet to kind of symbolize that. The French leather beret, this is Grub. And he's... I kind of equated it with Dopey, but he's always the one that's hungry. So every line is him being like, "I want more food," or like... food is always the priority. [both laugh] Or he always has to be eating something. And then the leather cowboy hat, he's our Grumpy, so he's the one that kind of out the gate doesn't trust Snow White. We have Napoleon, who obviously is wearing the Napoleonic bicorn hat. And I kind of saw him as... well, he doesn't... I don't really know if I saw him as an equivalent. He didn't have a specific equivalent for him. I think he was the only one that I was kind of like, "I'm not really sure where he belongs." The leather kind of suede liripipe that we've got going on here-- and a liripipe is basically a giant long stocking cap, essentially.
Sarah  
Ohh!
Jojo  
So it's very much that kind of "Christmas Carol" Scrooge hat.
Sarah  
Mmhmm. Yep.
Jojo  
But it's all made out of leather here, and he is called Half Pipe. And he's kind of our Bashful equivalent. So he's the one that's sort of overly romantic, he's secretly--but not so secretly--in love with Snow White. And he's just constantly trying to trying to woo her, even though she's clearly...
Sarah  
I like how he has wa prince cape?
Sorry, I interrupted you.
Jojo  
Yeah, yeah, he's definitely the romantic the entire time.
Sarah  
So cute.
Jojo  
And he gets weirdly jealous when he finds out she's in love with the prince instead of him. [laughs]
Sarah  
Aww.
Jojo  
So yes, and then the squished top hat back here, our little Asian one, he's Chuck. They also call him Chuckles, so he's obviously our Happy. And it's just funny because he doesn't-- he's not happy in the normal sense of the word. He does this kind of maniacal sort of crazy laugh a lot of the time. [laughs] But he's always laughing, so. So yes, I love that she's kind of given a hat to sort of symbolize each of these different dwarves and their characters.
Sarah  
They look great.
Jojo  
Okay, so that's all I had to say about that. I just, I wanted to spend some time on the dwarves, they're just adorable.
Sarah  
Oh my gosh.
Jojo  
Okay, so then there's a ballroom scene. And of course, the Queen has thrown this giant ball because her plan-- because she's run out of money, instead of just taxing the people which she has also done, she decides that she's going to marry the prince. Who somehow... because he's been basically robbed by these dwarf bandits. And so he ends up in the Queen's court totally in his underwear.
Sarah  
Oh!
Jojo  
And this happens multiple times, he gets robbed by these same dwarves like three or four times. So it's this really funny running joke throughout the entire movie. But of course, when the Queen sees him, her... you know, her instant thought is, "great. This is a way to solve all my money problems. I'm just going to get married to this prince." And of course, he's not in love with her. He's in love with Snow White. But she holds this giant ball to announce to the public-- she's basically forcing him into engagement with her, right. So at this ball, the idea is that they're constantly changing partners, so it's very much like a speed dating kind of thing. So you dance with one partner, then you switch to the next partner and kind of shift around. And each of the ball members... I didn't pull too many images of the ball, just because I didn't have enough images, and it was too many. So I wanted to pull this particular dress for Snow White. One of the things that Ishioka talked about was that the swan wings almost... and actually, this was not necessarily Ishioka's words, it was someone else kind of making the suggestion, that it was almost like her wish to escape the cruel queen. So that's why she was represented by a bird. Everyone in the scene is actually in some form of cream, so she doesn't actually stand out. And the intention of this is that she's trying to sneak into this ball. So she's hiding, so the Queen doesn't recognize her. But of course, the prince ends up getting paired with her very last minute, even though the queen is trying to dance with him. And he ends up, because he wants to talk to her so long, he spends this whole dance basically pushing other suitors out of the way.
Sarah  
Aww.
Jojo  
So he just continues to dance with her every time they turn around to switch partners.
Sarah  
Cute.
Jojo  
So yes, she ends up getting banished into the woods. So this is where she basically gets exiled out of the kingdom. But instead of sending the Huntsman she actually sends Nathan Lane who's, you know, her kind of bumbling cockroach assistant. So of course he doesn't kill her, but basically she ends up in the forest without her wings, in her swan head, in this beautiful white lace gown. And you can see here, there's all this detail in her bodice and her incredible lace gloves she's got on.
Sarah  
I was staring at those. Those are beautiful.
Jojo  
Yeah, and the sleeves. It's just incredible.
Sarah  
Yeah.
Jojo  
Okay, I don't think I have it. But there's-- right after this, when she falls in the snow in white, is when the Queen hears back from Nathan Lane. And she is dressed in this head to toe kind of cream night gown.
Sarah  
Mmm.
Jojo  
So again, parallel colors. I'm going to keep mentioning this, but... not very practical in terms of the story plot, but very much about the symbolic, you know, tying in of all the characters, so she's really looking at the big picture very well.
Sarah  
Mmhmm.
Jojo  
Okay, moving on to the peacock dress. So again, this is that same ball scene. She's the only one in the red. And I think I've got a bigger picture. Yep, there it is.
Sarah  
Ohh!
Jojo  
It's so beautiful. [both laugh]
Sarah  
Oh my god.
Jojo  
So, you know, obviously there's a lot of Rococo, 18th century, late Georgian era silhouette to this particular dress. But one of the things that Ishioka talked a lot about was that every one of the Queen's costumes has some sort of jagged or sharp edge, something to basically indicate that she's evil, you know.
Sarah  
Mmhmm.
Jojo  
Everything about her is very kind of sharp and pokey, and you don't want to get close to her.
Sarah  
Yeah.
Jojo  
And so that was very, very well done. And I think she was very successful with that. And also the fact that the Queen is constantly this very vain character and so the peacock feathers definitely helps emphasize that as well.
Sarah  
Mmhmm.
Jojo  
Okay, moving on. [laughs]
Sarah  
Oh!
Jojo  
So you can kind of see the peacock feathers are actually the back of the Queen's dress, but I wanted to pull-- this is the one image I pulled of one of the ball dancers. But like, again, each of them was supposed to be some sort of an animal, but like, look at this costume! I don't even know what it is. It looks so gross.
Sarah  
It looks pornographic! Like, it looks like...
Jojo  
It does! [both laugh]
Sarah  
...you know what it looks like.
Jojo  
YUP! But I pulled this because again, he's like the fourth or fifth, you know, pairing or guy that's basically switched to dance with the queen. And she's of course waiting for the prince to show up.
Sarah  
Right.
Jojo  
[laughs] But it's all these gross looking other characters.
Sarah  
Is it a walrus? Like, are those tusks coming down?
Jojo  
Yeah, I think this is supposed to be a walrus.
Sarah  
Okay.
Jojo  
But yeah, this particular shot. This was like all I could capture. Because there are no pictures of this online, of course. [both laugh]
Sarah  
That's... well, that's a thing... that I'm looking at. [laughs]
Jojo  
Yeah, but you know, you'll see that-- and I wish I could pull other images, I'll probably pull a couple extra to put on the YouTube page or something. But there's a couple other pictures of just-- there's a woman who's dressed as a sheep. And she's got these like, giant sheep's horns. And then there's a unicorn and like, it's incredible. I can't even describe the amount of sheer costumes that Ishioka must have designed for the scene. And all the other scenes. Okay, moving on.
Sarah  
Oh my goodness.
Jojo  
So then Julia Roberts has a green dress. And again, just sheer gorgeousness. I don't have too many notes about this one. But again, that same idea of the ragged edges and making everything look really sharp. This is when she's having breakfast with the prince and basically is trying to convince him that he needs to marry her, and that they're going to have this wedding whether he likes it or not. But one of the things I wanted to focus on was just, oh my gosh, this beautiful open petal that she's created, right in the front. And it just goes to kind of show how creative Ishioka was with the silhouettes that she used, because you're not really seeing this in any kind of history book, you know. Like, yes, you're seeing the silhouette, but just the ways that she reutilizes fabric and creates such structure and like-- it's almost like origami that she's created here. And she's very good at that.
Sarah  
She is really-- she was the queen of fabric manipulation and structure, and like, making fabric look the way you've never seen it look before. Like, really manipulating it.
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
Like, this doesn't have any trim on it, you know, but it's so visually interesting.
Jojo  
Yeah! Yeah, ways to really create texture that we keep talking about without necessarily needing to have embroidery to showcase that.
Sarah  
Yeah, or crystals...
Jojo  
Even though she also has embroidery too.
Sarah  
...or spangles or whatever.
Jojo  
Yeah. So again, another color pairing that she's really really good at, I wanted to showcase that the prince is in this almost really deep purple, which he's in quite a lot of the movie. And then just in contrast with the green, she really used this kind of secondary color compliment.
Sarah  
Mmhmm.
Jojo  
Okay, so this is the only other gold dress that she's got on. And I wanted to showcase the back because again, just I love a good pleating. But I mean, look at that. It's her night robe! This is like her sleeping gown.
Sarah  
Amazing.
Jojo  
So this is when she's actually about to drug the prince because of course he's refused to love her. So she finds a potion to basically force him to fall in love with her, and she asks the mirror for this. And of course, the mirror warns her that there's going to be danger, you know, working or playing with black magic. So she ignores that and then ends up giving him this drug, and he drinks it, and she finds out after he's already drank it that she basically gave him a puppy love potion. So he basically ends up becoming like a human dog.
Sarah  
Oh no.
Jojo  
He starts licking her on the face, he starts jumping on her on the bed, and like-- so it's this weird... and she's like, "whatever, as long as you marry me" kind of thing, "because I just need your money." But again, just focusing on how beautiful the detail is in the work that she's created. And like, she only has the pleating on this train and this tail, and everywhere else is just immaculate. And I think she's also got some really nice knife pleats on her shoulders as well.
Sarah  
Beautiful.
Jojo  
So then we go to the wedding gown. One of the things I wanted to say about this dress: she's only ever in it for... I don't know. It's really not very long, it's maybe 10 minutes, not even.
Really? Oh, lord.
Which is so sad, because of course she comes to the wedding, and at this point Snow White has been living with the the dwarves. And she's been training, and she's learning how to fight and defend herself. Again, a very independent version of no white... Snow White, wow. "No White." [both laugh]
Sarah  
No white. No white allowed.
Jojo  
So Snow White finds out about the prince's marriage and basically goes and kidnaps him and tries to break the spell. So she shows up at this giant party, which we'll see some more pictures of the ensemble because they're also incredible. But she shows up at this party with this giant dress, walks in, finds the prince missing, walks back out. And that's the end of the scene. [laughs]
Sarah  
Oh lord.
Jojo  
I was like, "oh man." But one of the things I wanted to say about this dress is that apparently it weighed over 60 pounds.
Sarah  
[gasps]
Jojo  
And it was eight feet in diameter.
Sarah  
Oh my god!
Jojo  
And apparently it was so heavy and just so huge that Julia Roberts actually pulled a thigh muscle when she tried to turn in it! I was like, "wait, WHAT?"
Sarah  
Maybe that's why it was only on screen for 10 minutes, or less? [both laugh]
Jojo  
So crazy, but apparently this dress, in addition to Snow White's later wedding dress, which we will see, were all made up of up to 35 yards of fabric.
Sarah  
Oh my god, so expensive.
Jojo  
I was like, "that's insane!"
Sarah  
Wow.
Jojo  
But again, I mean, everything was-- like, 400 costumes custom made, this is definitely one of them.
Sarah  
And she doesn't half-ass any of them.
Jojo  
No.
Sarah  
Eiko goes all the way.
Jojo  
Definitely not, there's no sacrifice of quality in any of these.
Sarah  
Nope.
Jojo  
Okay, anyways, moving on.
Sarah  
Amazing.
Jojo  
I'm talking too long about all of these, these are just so great. But this is the wedding scene. So these are all of her guests from the other royal, wherever...
Sarah  
Wow, cool!
Jojo  
...in the land. And again, just looking at the beauty of all of these costumes. One of the things that I will point out, which I think is so funny, is like-- at some point when the the dwarves and Snow White crash this party to kidnap the prince, you know, because they're all dwarves they all end up squeezing themselves under all the women's skirts to just hide themselves. And so this-- just this one lady that I'll point out, she actually has this giant bustle, and you find out one of the dwarves ends up hiding under her bustle to try and you know, stay hidden. And then she walks away from the bustle and the bustle just stays there! [laughs]
Sarah  
Ha!
Jojo  
And you realize that it's just a detachable, decorative bustle. [laughs]
Sarah  
That's cool!
Jojo  
So then you just see the door like pop out, and he's like, "oh, shoot." And so he tries to follow her and basically bumps into her back. But it's just this hilarious moment that she's like, made these very functional, but beautiful costumes.
Sarah  
I love it.
Jojo  
So just some other close ups, like...
Sarah  
Oh wow.
Jojo  
...how much color, like, ugh! It's so beautiful. And even the wigs.
Sarah  
That's cool.
Jojo  
And then she's almost got a pin cushion hat.
Sarah  
Yeah!
Jojo  
And even his split hair, which is just so crazy. And then again, more pictures of...
Sarah  
Wow.
Jojo  
...just the-- I mean, these are ensemble characters, like they're essentially background, and she's just put so much work into it. Okay!
Sarah  
Ooh.
Jojo  
So then moving on to Snow White's wedding dress. And I have a couple images of this. But again, just look at the sheer detail of that smocking.
Sarah  
[appreciatively] Ugh.
Jojo  
It's just so intricate. And like, I don't know if she did this by hand, or if she had a machine to do this, but like... so crazy.
Sarah  
So crisp!
Jojo  
And then just the sleeves that she's got. One of the things she talked about was that at the beginning, she's very much about connecting with nature, but by the very end, she wanted this wedding dress to be very much like she was a present, kind of a wrapped present.
Sarah  
Aww!
Jojo  
And so you'll see that when I turn her around...
Sarah  
Oh my god!
Jojo  
...so that's the back of the dress, it literally is like just a giant bow on the back of her dress...
Sarah  
I love it.
Jojo  
...which I love.
Sarah  
That's so pretty.
Jojo  
So I'm going to focus a little bit on her and the prince's-- this is probably one of the only times I'll talk about the prince's outfit, because it's just so beautiful. But she's in a lot of kind of blues and golden yellows, or oranges throughout this movie. And those are the two color palettes that Ishioka has kind of stuck to with her. And I wanted to focus on this sleeve because I mean... like, look at that ribbon that she's attached just on the bottom of that sleeve.
Sarah  
Wow.
Jojo  
It's just so incredible. Like, every inch of her costume is just coated in detail and texture.
Sarah  
I love the lace. The lace is so geometric looking and delicate at the same time.
Jojo  
Yeah.
Sarah  
So pretty.
Jojo  
Yeah. And it's like, you can tell she's chosen some very particular things. Like, it's not like this is lace you could just buy off wherever online.
Sarah  
Yeah.
Jojo  
She's clearly made some very intentional choices.
Sarah  
Yeah.
Jojo  
Yeah. So just some more pictures of the back, I wanted to focus on the back of the prince's as well, because again, just even this ribbon is just so luxe looking. You know, and it's definitely-- it doesn't look like... there's a lot of ribbon that can look like this, but a cheaper version of it.
Sarah  
Mmhmm.
Jojo  
So clearly this is sort of a notch up. And then there's the front of his jacket.
Sarah  
Oh, I like that.
Jojo  
Me too. Like, all the little fringe. There's just a lot of movement, which I love. And then they have a really funny Indian-style dance at the end, where it's very clearly Indian music or Indian inspired music, but then it's just them dancing to the Indian music. So, I'm just picturing him with all these tassels moving back and forth. Okay, just another picture of the dress with her dwarves around her.
Sarah  
Pretty.
Jojo  
But you can see how vibrant the color is. And I think that's something that Ishioka was really good at, and kind of did magic with a lot of her costumes, because even in "The Fall," it's very similar. Like, she looks very much at the background that they're up against, and then really pushes the vibrancy of her costumes.
Sarah  
Mmhmm.
Jojo  
Okay, and then I think this is my last one. So the final picture I wanted to focus on was just a picture of one of the guards. Because again, it's such a minor thing, but even the guards have so much detail. Like, she's given them this very kind of fish-like mask, almost. And then they're just in this hardened kind of black leather for the rest of it. So yes, that's all I had. I mean, there's so many other beautiful costumes to look at in this movie that I just don't have the time to cover, but just the level of impeccable precision that she's put into every single costume is so amazing. So RIP Ishioka, we wish we could see more of your work and celebrate more of your work with the world. But yeah, this was just such a beautiful final project. And you know, what a huge feat for her and Tarsem to be able to work on all of these projects together, and be able to do some really beautiful work.
Sarah  
It's always so cool when you find out that they work with the same director over and over. And I-- it's always like, oh, that's really nice. Like, they like each other and they collaborate well together. It's always nice to find those people in your professional life, that you're like, "we really come up with good stuff when we're together." You know, that's always cool.
Jojo  
Yeah, I think Tarsem mentioned that too. He was like, "once I found Ishioka, I couldn't work with anyone else."
Sarah  
I don't blame him!
Jojo  
And I was like, "Yeah, that totally makes sense!" [laughs]
Sarah  
She was a legend.
Jojo  
Yeah. Yeah.
Sarah  
Unparalleled.
Jojo  
And so humble too. I think that was one of the things a lot of the actors were saying. They were like, "she didn't talk very much, and she didn't have a lot of strong opinions. She was always just smiling." Like, all the time. And I was like, "Oh, that's just so wonderful."
Sarah  
That's... that's so nice to hear. Because you've, I mean-- a lot of us have... you know, like, "don't meet your heroes." You know, a lot of famous people are not nice people. So...
Jojo  
It's true.
Sarah  
...it's really reassuring to hear that somebody you admire was a was a good person, as well as being very talented.
Jojo  
Yeah, that's usually how it is. I feel like those are the people we respect more too. It's like, when they're so good at their art, they're totally and fully invested in their art. So it's not about the fame and receiving the recognition. It's about like, "Am I making something that's beautiful that represents who I am, and what I want to give to the world?" kind of thing.
Sarah  
Yeah, it should be about the work. It shouldn't be about you, you know?
Jojo  
Yeah. Yeah. There's too much ego in our industry. We don't we don't need more of it, if it doesn't have to be there.
Sarah  
Amen to that. [both laugh]
Jojo  
Cool. Well, that was our episode for fairy tales.
Sarah  
Yeah!
Jojo  
I'm super excited. This was a fun episode to watch and record and pull together images for.
Sarah  
This was a really fun one. I have a feeling this will be a theme that we do several times, because there's just so much fun to be had.
Jojo  
Yeah, there's so many fairy tales out there, too.
Sarah  
Yeah, exactly.
Jojo  
Well, thank you so much for joining us, everyone. We're back to our kind of regularly scheduled movie coverage. But yeah, keep sending us suggestions. I know, we've gotten a few more suggestions already in our comments. So we'll add them to the list. And we'll try to get to them as soon as we can.
Sarah  
Yeah.
Jojo  
But thanks so much for listening. And don't forget to subscribe if you haven't already. And leave us a review if you can. We're still trying to donate $1 for every review that we get, and we've gotten some really nice ones.
Sarah  
Oh, yeah, we really appreciate all of them, and I've been-- like, they make me... they touch my heart. Every time they come in, I get so excited. So thank you so much.
Jojo  
It's always so great to hear from people who are listening.
Sarah  
Yeah, I mean, I... you know, when we started this, I was like, "I think this is gonna be great. I think we have something, a really good idea." And you know, it's always really validating to know that other people actually like it. And it's not just us talking to each other and a void, you know.
Jojo  
[laughs] It's true. It's true. It feels like we are here with a group of other people and not just the two of us talking to one another.
Sarah  
Yeah! We want it to be a real dialogue between us and the people who listen, you know, because like we said, we are professionals, but we're not experts. We want to hear other people's opinions and you know, your views, and we want to hear about... we just wanna talk about costumes with you, because it's our favorite!
Jojo  
It's true. It's true. And as artists, I think we, you know, we're constantly learning. So it's like, yeah, we're not experts. We know a lot of stuff, but also we're always learning from from other people too.
Sarah  
Yeah, definitely.
Jojo  
So yeah. Cool!
Sarah  
Cool.
Jojo  
Thank you, everyone. So I'm Jojo.
Sarah  
I'm Sarah.
Jojo  
Thanks for joining us on The Costume Plot.
Sarah  
We'll see you on the next one! Bye!
Jojo  
Bye!
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“Self-sabotaged the best relationship of my life during COVID. A story of emotional rehab, part 1
TLDR: The two posts in this series tell the story of how I discovered that I had some legit emotional and developmental trauma hidden beneath the surface at 35 years old. 
For nearly the past year I have been struggling to get over my ex boyfriend, JB. Dating JB was, for me, hands down the best romantic experience I have ever had in my life, even though it only lasted for a few months.  He is what I can only describe as my dream partner, incarnate.
And then COVID got real, my entire identity as I knew it dissolved, I suddenly I felt like an empty shell of my former self, unworthy of being the girlfriend of someone that seemed so amazing. So in my fear, I self-sabotaged. And I also discovered that there was a little more to it than just being really afraid of not being good enough of a partner for my amazing boyfriend. 
Does this sound like something you’ve seen yourself or a friend do? Read on, to hear my story. 
I met this guy on Hinge.  It was sheer coincidence that he happened to be hot in my personal opinion,  and that we happened to hit it off immediately.  I’ve had boyfriends in the past, and I have dated a LOT.  A whole lot, actually.  So as soon as I met JB, I instantly knew he was a fit.  I’m the kind of person that ‘just knows’ who I click with.  This is how all my best friendships have formed; and JB was no exception. 
So then how did it go from ‘love of my life’ to a destroyed relationship? 
WELL FIRSTLY, LET’S BACKTRACK. WHAT’S SO SPECIAL ABOUT JB?
Have you ever had this loose, “if a person could dream” list in your head of the qualities someone might possess if they were the perfect partner for you? Even if you’re  fully aware it’s not likely to ever come to fruition because the chances of all those things showing up in one person are pretty much impossible in reality, you still have a precise idea of what your dream partner would be like if you could wave a magic wand?  Well I had one of those loose lists--but then it actually came true in reality.  I legit saw my dream person manifest IRL, in the form of my ex boyfriend, JB.  
Mind you, no one is ever going to be perfect.  Some other not so attractive considerations  you never saw coming are always going to accompany anyone’s stellar qualities as a partner, let me assure you.  But to see so many of the qualities I enjoy and admire in a person all show up in one man? A man who I also happen to think and personally know is one of the sexiest men I’ve ever been with? That is the kind of shit dreams are made of. 
 I actually met my for-real dream guy, in real life, everyone.  And he actually liked me back. And he actually became my boyfriend. What are the odds of that happening? (not high, in my life).  So as far as I’m concerned, no one can ever tell me a “dream partner” is an impossible fantasy-- because I’ve literally met mine. I’ve met him touched him, kissed him, and made love to him. 
I also totally get it, that  what makes someone a “dream partner” is  relative to each of us.   But to me, JB is amazing.  So amazing to me that being with him washed away all the bullshit and all the suffering that every other past ex or past situationship had ever inflicted upon me.  JB  legitimately made me feel like if I had to date all those losers from online dating over again, and go through the bullshit and heartbreak of being dumped by my ex before JB (who I also knew was a really good guy that I thought I could marry, and also involved a heavy heartbreak), I would do it all over again a million times if it meant that I was guaranteed to end up with JB in the end. 
And this is not to put JB on some sort of a pedestal-- trust me when I say JB is a far cry from societies’ standard of ideal, OK?  But he was very compatible and admirable to me.  And his flaws were things I think I could live with. Not all the behaviors were things I’d keep, but for the most part, a lot of amazing qualities there.
HOW DID THE PANDEMIC CAUSE ME TO DESTROY MY CHANCE AT LOVE?
When the pandemic hit, every single thing that defined my personal sense of identity got stripped from me.  Literally all I had left was my health, my apartment, the stuff in the apartment, and my car.  Everything else that I used to define myself, and everything I used to productively do with my life on our planet?  Gone. 
 I was holding onto my personal identity by a spider’s web when my job had furloughed most of us. So when my job officially laid us all off, it was the scissor that cut the last strand of structure and identity I had outside of being JB’s girlfriend. 
Having my entire personal identity stripped from me would scare me even if I hadn’t been someone’s girlfriend at the time. But it terrified me even more because I was someone’s girlfriend.  Thanks to Coco, I suddenly wasn’t anything anymore, except a shell of myself. I felt like an Oreo cookie without cream in the middle. An empty taco shell.  Like an iPhone with zero apps installed and no SIM card. Sure, you could turn on the power. Like, ta-dah! Here it is!  but then it doesn’t do anything. 
I felt useless. I felt anything but admirable or proud of myself.  How on earth was I supposed to show up for a boyfriend in that state? A boyfriend who was having adult-level COVID problems of his own that were highly stressful? And this was not just any random ‘eh I could take it or leave it’ boyfriend. I’ve had those before too; and JB was definitely not that-- he is the best person I had ever found; and he was dating me. He said he loved me; and none of my clown boyfriends had ever said they loved me before.
 I realize now that even though COVID left me feeling like an oyster robbed of its pearl, the opposite was in fact true--I now realize I am the pearl; and the universe had decided it was time to use COVID to extract me from the oyster. The career, the hobbies, the friends, the activities, and temporary veneer of pride and false identity that all of that brought? Those were all part of the oyster shell. The hard shell that I pridefully and valiantly loved to identify with.  The shell that my truth so vulnerably hid within. The truth? The truth is that I have wrapped my grain-of-sand heart in iridescent layer after iridescent layer, with each and every irritation over my lifetime. 
Remember for future reference as you date, boys & girls, that logic and rationality are ::not:: mutually exclusive. and when life gets hard, it’ll hijack your rationality.
Since I was literally watched thing, after thing that I loved vanish from my life against my will, I became irrationally certain, amidst a very logical fear, that  if everything else I love had vanished from my life, JB would most certainly be next.  I was fully convinced that the universe had it in for me, and was going for the jugular.  I mean, maybe I wasn’t half wrong, because the identity of “girlfriend/ lover/ JB’s choice” may have just been another layer of the shell that I would hide within. 
 In our case, JB also lived on a different island than me (we live in Hawaii). So a day would most definitely arrive when he had to go back to Kauai anyway, and when he ::would:: physically leave me, even if we decided to maintain a long distance relationship.  And I felt like if I had nothing else attractive to offer a partner, how on earth could I secure love via a long distance relationship? I wasn’t certain of myself at that time at all, if I had to be honest.  And he wasn’t exactly doing anything to reassure me or ground me, perhaps because he wasn’t exactly grounded himself. Many of us weren’t grounded during the pandemic.  
I could imagine JB or any boyfriend like,  “Oh hey mom and dad; my girlfriend is coming over for dinner tonight. Oh and by the way, she’s now jobless, she can’t get hired anywhere despite having nearly the highest possible qualifications for her profession, she has zero hobbies right now, and zero friends because they all disappeared thanks to COVID. And therefore she has nothing to talk about during dinner because all she can do is go for walks around her neighborhood alone.  And oh, and by the way-- she’s living off unemployment and savings; and if this pandemic gets any worse, she could theoretically become homeless. That’s my girl!”. 
 And if you knew JB, my god, you would wonder how in the hell an empty Oreo would be his girlfriend.  He is SO talented, so smart, and such a jack of multiple trades, anyone would question why such a multifaceted guy would choose the creamless Oreo out of all the Oreo packages on the shelf. This is what was going through my head, and where my self-esteem was during the height of COVID.  
So in a moment of fear and panic, I decided it would be safest to end things with JB before he could dump me first. Because I was convinced that I wouldn’t be able to handle the pain of losing him.   Except it totally backfired on me. And instead of trying to stay with me, he legitimately dumped me back.  
He didn’t ask me why I felt the way I felt, he didn’t try to call me, he didn’t try to see me, he wasn’t trying to talk, or hear me out. In no way shape or form was he trying to reassure me or convince me to stay with him.
Legend has it when you dump a man, none of them are going to try to fight for you. That’s what one subset of popular dating wisdom says. But another subset of popular dating wisdom says that if a man really wants to be with you he’s gonna try to fight to keep you. And JB Bolson did not do that. Which is another issue of its own, and not the point of these posts. These posts are about my own journey of self-awareness. 
In retrospect, I realized that I was horribly scared of myself. I was terrified that my life would not recover from the blows of Covid. And to be honest it still hasn’t.  But what I really needed at that time was to slow down, not to break up. I needed reassurance... from anything, be it my partner or through getting another job or having something secure to hold onto (I really needed to learn how to reassure myself but didn’t know that at the time).  I think I will always hope that a lover will  remind me that he’s in it for the long haul and he’s not going anywhere no matter how bad things get. But I also realize that’s not actually up to any of us.  But I certainly hope I can at least muster a partner who’s going to be there for each other through problems, even if just as a cheerleader rooting from the sidelines.  I now realize that :: I :: was not even acting like a partner at that time, whatsoever.  So how had I expected JB to be one for me? 
 THE LETTER
After we split up, I proceeded to spiral into the most profound sense of grieving I’ve ever been through in my lifetime.  
Most days, I wonder how a man I had opened my heart to and loved more than any guy I ever have before, and who could make me feel more loved than any guy ever has before-- could completely turn off in less than 24 hours.  How could a man say he loved me, and introduce me to all his friends and family, then instantly turn off? How could I connect with another human being that profoundly, and be so vulnerable with someone--only for him to invalidate it all by refusing to speak to me and refusing to simply hear me out?  The only word to describe how it feels when that happens to you is “pure confusion and suffering”. 
 I realized within 16 hours or so of rather harshly dumping JB (if I wasn’t a bitch while I did it I would have never had the nerve to do it. And I realize now that when I need to, I hide my fear behind “fight”. I found the only two flaws I could identify and used those as poor reasons to justify dumping him).  I had not truly meant the mean things I said. I had not truly meant to destroy my relationship.  But he refused to speak to me.  So  I did what some dating coaches recommend, and I wrote him this letter attempting to briefly apologize and explain myself, followed by telling him every single reason why I loved him.
I delivered the letter to his house, and he came out and to receive it probably because his parents were there and his dad forced him to. And then he stonewalled me before my very eyes. He was like an empty, vapid robot. He wouldn’t smile, he wouldn’t talk back to me. And there was even this especially fucked up part where I asked if I could just hug him, and he let me, while he stayed stiff and cold as a tree trunk.
Needless to say, I don’t think he read the letter.  I think he threw it away without ever reading it. I even tried to ask him on the phone if he ever read it, and he couldn’t answer the question.
So to this day, I am left in this place not only of knowing I made a decision that destroyed the closest thing I’ve ever personally experienced to “maybe this is reciprocal love”, but I also don’t know with certainty if he ever knew how much I actually loved him, and still do uncontrollably to this day.  And I think more than anything, that’s what haunts me every day. 
WHO CARES. THE MAN DOESN’T WANT YOU BACK. WHY CAN’T YOU JUST GET OVER IT?
Uhmm.. obviously he DIDN’T love you if he could leave you. Obviously he was not the right guy for you if he couldn’t stay with you through your “down moment” in life.  Get over it and move on, the therapist and the dating coaches and all the advice on the internet says.  
So yes. Yes I have probably read every single article on the internet about how to create your own closure after a breakup.  It’s bullshit.  Yes, I have probably read every article about why being single is great, and how to love yourself after a breakup and how to bounce back and move on-- all of it is bullshit.  
It’s not that I don’t logically understand the facts of the matter. I logically get it that I should never want to be with a person who can’t/won’t communicate, who stonewalls their alleged lover, and who cannot make it through difficulty with their partner. I should never want to be with someone who doesn’t genuinely want me back, and who is unwilling to fight for the relationship.
The problem is not that I can’t physically take the steps of what popular wisdom calls “moving on”. I can exercise like a MF,  find the new hobbies to an extent (a woman can’t do everything in life she desires to do, alone, but there are things to be learned and ways to keep busy).   I am very slowly making new friends after COVID (all the old ones are still gone).  I remain under-employed but I’m working on a career shift.  I am even trying to date other guys again (none of them remotely compare to JB yet, but some of them have some pretty great qualities I can certainly appreciate).  I also got a puppy who is now my everything.  It’s not like I’m not keeping busy and not ::trying:: to be over JB.
But there is nothing that can erase the regret and the unknowns of a breakup, which can haunt you in your own mind indefinitely until you meet your actual intended life partner thereafter.  Until you get the opportunity to try again and not repeat the same mistakes. And that has not yet happened for me.  So I remain in this shitty liminal space of break up and romantic disconnection.
On behalf of the broken up everywhere,  I’m sorry.  But no matter what anyone tries to say, self-love is not all we need. Self-love is not why humans coexist on the planet.  Self-love is a necessary and healthy part of being a whole and healthy individual. But I can’t kiss my own neck and tell myself what happened in my day every evening. I can’t text myself videos of encouragement, or personal jokes,  and connection throughout the day.   If we were all meant to just self-love, serve others all day long, and go home to live in isolation, there wouldn’t be a need for romantic connectivity.  We would all get puppies and live happily ever after. But that’s not enough. Because humans are meant to share and grow intimacy between each other.  And no one can do that alone.  
Every single day, I dutifully temporarily try my best to forget about JB by  keeping myself busy enough to mask the gaping hole that always disappears when I’m finally in romantic connection with someone else. I’ve always been a very, very independent woman. I legit have moved myself into two apartments completely by myself, couch, bed, and all. Without a hired moving crew, just me. And I’m like 5 feet tall and 100 pounds to put this into perspective for you all. 
But that’s the ultimate truth I can’t deny-- I feel better, I feel like a more correct, fuller version of myself, when I’m in a romantic relationship; and not just living life alone all the time.  It’s not that I’m co-dependent in the enmeshed sense of the word, like I cannot do life without someone else.  Trust me when I say I have lived most of my 30something year life alone, successfully.  But I uncontrollably feel more self-actualized when I am in romantic partnership because that is the way my soul feels like I’m supposed to be living. I’m not supposed to just be living life alone all the damn time.  I don’t believe anyone is.  I don’t believe that’s the purpose of the human condition. The pearl belongs on a ring, or in a hand... something. It’s like is a chair still a chair if it’s never sat in?
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And so... 
And so through the process of breaking up with JB, I discovered why I was driven to self-sabotage love in the first place. and why I am struggling so hard to get over this breakup.  There was this whole cornerstone of myself that I hadn’t I been in touch with before (in addition to being walled off from my own heart). 
 Why did I make such an obviously stupid, impulsive decision to dump someone that felt like the love of my life?  Normal people wouldn’t do that.  So why did I?  Normal people don’t struggle as hard as I do to stay in relationships.  So why couldn’t I?  Why and how did I find myself so stricken with fear of self that I would reject the love of my life?? If JB was not the ultimate love of my life (only time will ever tell), JB was undeniably the best love of my life thus far.  
Well, folks, I ended up discovering two things that I didn’t know about myself and that frankly I didn’t even know existed: 
a) I was raised by a narcissistic mother, and 
b) I’m pretty darn certain I have codependency issues and CPTSD (childood/complex post-traumatic stress disorder), as a result of being raised by my narc mother and alcoholic father, though I have not been formally diagnosed with either at this point.  (no job= no health insurance= no therapy). 
You can read all about  how this breakup led to the discovery of narcissistic abuse, codependency, and CPTSD,  in part 2.
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jeontaeh · 2 months ago
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TWENTY FIVE²⁵
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Jungkook woke up on his bed, his body feeling cold, numb. Unable to move.
"T-Taehyung?" Jungkook let out, feeling a horrible nauseous state fill his sense. Jungkook tried lifting his body off the bed, and felt himself stuck.
The door to his bedroom opened, and Jungkook cried out in pain. "I'm fucking stuck."
"Haha is Stuck another name for Taehyung?"
"Jin this is not the time! Help me up-" Jungkook whimpered, and Jin sighed.
"Tae!" Jin called loudly, and Taehyung opened the door to walk into the room. He saw Jungkook lying like that and frowned instantly, rushing up to him. Jungkook looked at him, and Taehyung reached down on the bed.
Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jungkook slowly, and Jungkook instantly felt a warmth fill him up. "Cherry you're really cold,"
"Like soda." Jin commented, and Taehyung gave him a offhanded look, and then turned back to Jungkook.
Taehyung put his hand behind his back and helped him sit up. Jungkook placed his hands on Taehyung's arms, tucking his head in the crevice of Taehyung's neck. "Where am I?"
"The ship, where the fuck else would you be?"
"Jin, please," Taehyung grumbled, and Jin rolled his eyes. "Listen, Tinfoil. I'm the nurse here, and Jungkook keeps getting sick. "It's quite concerning, okay? So shut up and let me do my job."
"What 'job' exactly? You're just standing there making comments." Taehyung said, and Jin huffed.
"Well I'm not gonna help him! He only seems to get better if you help." Jin scoffed, and Jungkook looked at Jin.
"Jin I wanted to talk to Taehyung for a bit.. alone." Jungkook said, and Jin just turned around and left, not having to be told twice that the two were gonna do something weird.
"What's going on?" Jungkook asked. "I-I swear Jimin was here.. and- and then I started crying or something.. and then you came in... and suddenly I'm on my bed, awake." Jungkook said.
Taehyung gulped. "Well. T-that's how it be."
Jungkook frowned. "No. No that's not how it be. I keep fainting and stuff! And- and you-" Jungkook started, and then poked Taehyung in the chest. "You come in.. and suddenly I'm alright."
Jungkook looked at Taehyung in confusion. "Why is that? Plus, didn't we break up? Isn't it Jimin's birthday? Did I sleep all night? Am I going to die-"
"No." Taehyung said quickly, and then flopped onto the bed, grabbing Jungkook and wrapping his arms around him, spooning him. "Let's sleep."
"You didn't answer my questions.." Jungkook mumbled, feeling Taehyung rest his chin on Jungkook's shoulder. "Are- are we together?"
"We're not.. together together. We're just.. together."
"Why." Jungkook humphed, eyebrows furrowing angrily.
"Sshhh.. don't ask too many questions. Let's just sleep." Taehyung whispered, and then kissed Jungkook's cheek softly. Jungkook sighed.
"Okayy.. I am really tired. Nothing could wake me up. Absolutely nothing. Not even if we're hurling towards an unknown alien planet right now because we ran out of fuel-"
Their room door burst open. "Taehyung! Jungkook! We're hurling towards an unknown alien planet right now because we ran out of fuel!" Jimin cried, and Taehyung and Jungkook sat up.
"What?!" Both let out at once, and Jimin nodded hurriedly and then rushed off towards the control room. Jungkook and Taehyung both got up and followed him out, walking to the control room quickly. The moment they walked in, it was utter chaos.
Yoongi was typing away rapidly at a computer, Hoseok was not there- presumably in the engineering room, helping out. Jin was helping at the control, Jimin was pressing buttons on a holographic map, and Namjoon was sitting on the captain's chair, giving orders and managing the movement.
Taehyung and Jungkook instantly rushed to the control table, both getting into work. Taehyung began working two things at once, the buttons to control the engines and the board to control the pull towards the planet. Jungkook looked, and through the window saw them falling right towards the planet.
Hoseok rushed into the control room. "Not a drop of fuel left. Engines are running low. We need to go slow or else we'll crash land on that planet and this ship will explode-" Hoseok snapped, and Namjoon gave him a look.
"We can't go slow." Namjoon grumbled. "We don't have enough fuel, we'll end up crash landing either way."
"What do we do?" Jungkook asked nervously, and Namjoon took a deep breath.
"Someone needs to fly the ship and ensure it lands normally. It's gonna take a lot of force and attention," Namjoon said, and everyone looked at him cautiously.
"Will- will you do it?" Jin asked.
"He can't even drive a car." Jimin whispered, and Yoongi glared at him.
Suddenly, the alarms on the side of the control room started blaring, whole room turning red for fractions of seconds, loud sound blaring through the room. Everyone looked nervous, trying to get the stuff in check, sitting down on their seats hastily.
"Fuck it, I'll do it." Taehyung grumbled, and Jungkook looked at him wide eyed.
"Tae-" Jungkook started, and Taehyung rushed to sit right in the middle of the panel, and then grabbed the steering.
They entered the orange planet, and began hurling right through the sky, zooming down gold clouds and into the air. They were facing the ground which was thousands of feet below, falling. The ship was falling.
"Taehyung-" Jungkook let out in fear, and saw a vein grow on the side of Taehyung's neck, eyebrows furrow in concentration, sweat droplets reaching his forehead.
The ship kept falling down and down, gaining speed, and the sides of the ship getting hotter, clearly catching on fire. "Taehyung!" Namjoon shouted in alert, and everyone turned to see with widened fearful eyes.
Everyone saw the ground approaching, feared them crash landing, and- well, began screaming. Jungkook closed his eyes tight, the ground and their inevitable crash going closer and closer and closer and-
Taehyung pulled on the steering wheel, hands coiled around them tight, turning it in a rush and then pushing it down. And then- the ship stopped.
Stopped mid air, inches above the ground.
Everyone froze for a few seconds, and then felt the ship plop onto the ground from where it was a meter above the ground.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief, falling onto the floor or to their seats. Jungkook looked at Taehyung, who was breathing heavily. The silver haired boy let go of the steering wheel, looking shocked and relieved by what he did. Jungkook grabbed Taehyung and hugged him really tightly, breathing staggered.
"Oh my god- that was- that was so fucking scary, Taehyung. I thought I was going to die," Jungkook stammered, and Taehyung hugged him back, squeezing his waist.
"Won't let you die now, Kookie." Taehyung whispered, and the rest of the boys walked up to them.
"Tae that was awesome!!" Jimin said excitedly.
"Very risky, but yeah, it was fucking awesome." Namjoon said, and Taehyung grinned at them.
"Thanks! I nearly shat myself. That was terrifying." Taehyung said, and then Hoseok chuckled.
"That's so great. But if we don't get out the ship right now it might explode."
Everyone ran out of the ship.
They rushed down the steps of the ship onto the maroon-ish grounds. They walked onto it, and instantly heard some kind of bubbling sound, the whole planet had some kind of a black crust atop the grounds, no trees nearby, just hills of the same black. The skies were orange, and the sun seemed red.
"Guys.. the ground. This- this crust. It kinda looks like..." Yoongi started, a little fearfully.
"Volcano crust."
"The top of an oreo."
All the boys looked at Jungkook, who blushed at everyone looking at him. "I-it kind of looks like the top of an oreo.."
"Anyways, I think.. this entire planet is a volcano or something. Like underneath this ground is the volcano.. and those random holes in the middle everywhere-" Namjoon said, pointing. "-are the opening of the volcanoes." Namjoon said, stepping carefully on the ground which felt like there was a liquid flowing beneath it.
"That is terrifying, thanks." Jin said, and Namjoon snickered.
"What do we do, guys? There's no fuel, and no life form on his planet. We're potentially stuck here for, like, ever." Hoseok said, looking worried and a little scared.
"Wig! It's our private planet ayy~" Jin said, and high-fived Jungkook.
"No, Jimin. No wig. This is bad. Really bad. We can't contact anyone. We need to figure this out by tonight. Because I don't know how long we can be stuck on this planet." Namjoon said, and Taehyung sighed.
"I know.. I'm homesick. I'm tired of this stupid space thing. I mean, I don't mind the space part of it. I think it's the possibility of us wiping off the pane of existence never to be found again that scares me." Taehyung said.
"Mood." Jimin responded. Namjoon ran his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.
"Okay, I can't think of anything. Everyone, throw out ideas." Namjoon said.
Jungkook gasped. "Maybe we can set up some kind of signal to-"
"Everyone except you." Yoongi said, and Jungkook paused for a second, but the others continued.
"I think it's best if we find a replacement for that metal found on that other planet. We might find something similar here, right?" Jin said, and everyone nodded.
"Yeah. So I think it'll be best if we explore a bit. We have enough food and water to last us.. um... 18 years, I think." Hoseok said.
"That's really long I don't think we'll be here for that much time." Jimin snickered, and Namjoon looked at him.
"Well, I mean, calculating how far we are from our planet.. and how much time we've spent here.. it's easy to say a year or two has passed back home."
"What?!" Everyone let out, and Namjoon nodded. "Yeah. Didn't I tell you guys? Time passes really fast in space. So if we spend another week or so in space, it'll be three years back home. Three years that our family and friends and teachers have lived without us.. probably worried sick... wondering where we are... never to come back home.." Namjoon trailed.
"That's the worst thing anyone has ever said and is also giving me an existential crisis, let's move on." Yoongi decided, and everyone nodded.
"I was actually thinking.. it'd be cool if we-" Jungkook started, and Namjoon patted Jungkook's back gently.
"Sshh," Namjoon said, and Jungkook looked at him, confused. "Just.. say it a little later, okay? Let us just discuss the important stuff first." Namjoon said with a small smile.
Jungkook's breath hitched, and he nodded quickly.
"Let's set up some kind of a house for us to reside in for now." Taehyung said, and Jimin looked at him.
"Do we have to build it?" Jimin asked, and Hoseok gasped.
"No! We don't have to!  found this cool block building kinda thing made by SpaceEx! It's really fun, we can make a big house from it. Can we use it Namjoon?" Hoseok asked.
"Sure." Namjoon said, and Hoseok grinned, and Jin clapped his hands together. "That sounds like fun! Let's make a castle!"
"And then sell it to get a better house." Yoongi said.
"No." Jimin said, and Jungkook raised his hand.
Everyone looked at Jungkook. "Why're you raising your hand?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook looked at them with big eyes.
"I wanna say something." Jungkook said softly, and Taehyung almost cooed right there, but then Jin nodded at Jungkook.
"I think it'll be good if we set up a house on this flat land here." Jungkook said, pointing at the area. "And- and maybe we could set up some kind of signal to send to other planets-"
Taehyung let out a small laugh. It sounded quite endeared, and Jungkook turned and saw all of them chuckling a bit, which confused him. "Cherry, this land is not flat at all. It's rocky, and has flaming molten lava underneath it." Taehyung said with a fond laugh, not mean spirited.
Jungkook blushed a bit, and then nodded, looking away. "S-sorry." He mumbled, and the boys moved on.
"Okay so let's make a house on that hill area so we're further away from this magma land. Who wants to work on the house, and who wants to help me inside the ship?"
"Taehyung, Jimin and I can work on the house. Yoongi, Jin, and you can work inside the ship." Hoseok said to Namjoon, and Taehyung and Jimin nodded excitedly.
"What about me?" Jungkook asked, raising his hand again.
"Well you're not feeling well, cherry. I think it's best if you rest for a little." Jin said softly, and Jungkook's shoulders fell.
"I'm fine, I promise. I wanna help them-" Jungkook said, and then rushed toward Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok, who were walking towards the hill now.
"Guys!" Jungkook called out, and the boys stopped and looked at him. "I wanna help!" Jungkook ran up to them, and as he reached them, he tripped over a little rock and fell to the floor.
Jungkook's palms went against the floor, and the rough ground ripped through the cloth covering his knee, a cut forming there.
Jungkook hissed in pain, and Taehyung walked up to Jungkook. "Oh no, Kook, you're bleeding." Taehyung said softly, kneeling down.
Jungkook covered his knee with his hand. "I-it's okay. I'm fine. I wanna help you guys-"
"Jungkook!" Jin snapped, and Jungkook looked at him wearily. "I told you to go and rest, and this is why! Look, you hurt yourself again. Is it so hard for you to just listen sometimes?" Jin said angrily, and Jungkook looked down.
"B-but-" Jungkook started, and Jin grabbed his hand, pulling him to stand up, and then nudging him to walk towards the ship. "No but's. You're too accident prone. I look away for one goddamn second and you've broken both ankles." Jin ranted.
Jungkook turned while Jin was talking angrily and fast to look at Taehyung, who was looking at him with worry. Jungkook got pulled into the ship, and sighed.
"I-I wanted to help." Jungkook said softly.
"You can help, Kookie." Jin said, and Jungkook looked at him. He got dragged till his bedroom, and then got pushed in lightly. "You can help by staying out of it."
Jungkook frowned. Jin closed the door, and Jungkook groaned and turned around to walk to the other side of the room, the windows. He sat down on the chair outside the windows and looked outside with big eyes.
He saw Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok outside, all laughing while creating some walls or whatever. Jungkook saw Taehyung clutching his stomach to laugh really hard and felt a smile reach his lips.
His heart began beating really fast, and felt this weird sensation in his stomach and heart and mind. This.. attraction.. this deep emotive feeling he'd never felt for anyone before. Something which seemed an awful lot like... love.
The moment he thought of that, Jungkook felt his knee healing on its own. He gasped, seeing the cut close down and the blood fade away. What??
It didn't made any sense, but Jungkook decided he should just lie down like Jin said. He has been getting hurt a lot. Which is weird, because he never got hurt this much before.
He's only really been getting hurt since....he sucked Taehyung's dick that one time long ago. Hm. Weird.
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i-can-recover · 2 months ago
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How it started
I haven’t made a Tumblr since I was a teen. Its been more than ten years. However, I recently have decided to do something about my disordered eating and remembered that this site, for me and many other people, fueled my eating issues and drug issues as a teen. I wanted to start with where it began for me and work my way up to now. I don’t really know who i’m writing to. Maybe just the ether.
When I was 12, My sister was placed in a boarding school across the country. I was in a private school near my home town outside of Washington DC. The private school had very few kids and practiced a mix of new age schooling techniques. To me, I was lonely and found a way to not fit in, even in a group of 23 other students. I was strange. Had long hair for a boy. I wasn’t interested in sports and I was very effeminate. I liked watching girls and was afraid of the boys. I looked at fashion magazines online and during our lunch breaks at school, I would find a place to hide and cry. 
One thing that was very strange for me was my home life. Inside was my mother. Her routine was to wake up. Down four cups of coffee. Come home. Call her daughter if she could get ahold of her through the depression treatment program. cook for her kid that was at home and her husband. drink. Go to bed. Rinse and repeat. 
My mother would frequently get angry so I learned to ignore her and hide till she was drinking. This was the routine until I was 18. I would frequently go into my sister’s empty room. I knew not to touch her things. But I still did. I went through her clothes. I wore her shirts and if I could fit, I wore her pants. I was extremely thin. 
Seventh grade was my pinnacle year. I came to school with new clothes. This always made me feel good. It was the first time I had clothing that I picked instead of ones my mother just took off the rack. I was embarrassed all the time. Ashamed all the time. I never knew what was wrong, all I knew was that I wasn’t like other kids. I was jittery and I couldn’t say much of anything without worrying that I said the wrong thing. My hair was long and shaggy. I would let it grow as long as I could until my mother made me cut it. I hated getting it cut. I liked running my fingers through the twists and curls. I liked going a week without washing it and the slick shiny grease building up. I hated food. My mother would pack me lunches and I would pull them out only to be made fun of by my peers. Wealthy kids whose families would pack them fully made sandwiches, sweet candy, and other things of that sort. Whilst I would have, a hunk of cheese (Which would get thrown out or sit in my locker for days) some solid bread. Or occasionally, curry from the night before. My weekends were spent mostly alone or with my friend Ronny. Whose company consisted of playing video games. Sleepovers, and watching tv shows we weren’t supposed to watch.
I liked learning in class. I hated doing homework. When I would get home from school I would pull out the homework, stare at it, and forget what I was looking at. Particularly with English. I was one step short of illiterate and was embarrassed to ask for help. Instead I would melt in front of television for hours. Look through old things packed away in the house, and run around the neighborhood with other children my age. Every other weekend was spent with my father. He was mostly quiet and spent most of the weekends working. We would spend time together doing outside activities like walking, biking, running, basketball. Things that seemed to make him happy to watch me do. For me I could play the good son well as his heart was very broken from no longer really having his daughter in his life. I would experience the occasional severe panic attacks at night at his house with little idea why or what was going on. Waking up in the middle of the night. throwing up. and passing out. Terrifying to a child who had no idea that this wasn’t an illness in the proper sense. 
I would shower at my father’s house and cry. occasionally freaking out and obsessing over the fact that i was weird, had little friends, and appeared to not be good at anything. When I would go to school I would spend as much time as possible at my English teacher Matthew’s classroom. I loved his classes. He was so approachable and so kind when he realized that the words didn’t float off the page like the one dyslexic student, instead I had just never learned them. I wrote backwards out of lack of experience not disability. When he would get close to me my brain would do this curious thing. I would stare at his little beard and thick lips. I would think about lunging and kissing him. Right there in front of everyone. It didn’t make sense. Why did I have this feeling? There was a gay student in the grade above me and he was nothing like me. He was fashionable, spoke with his hands, listened to pop music and seemed to be liked by his two girl friends and despised by all the boys. When his parents would pick him up from school they would have a strange face and air about them. Like they were constantly disappointed. 
I had been called gay my whole life up to that point but where I grew up that was just what you called boys when you wanted to see if they would test themselves. I was pretty good at fighting. Some kind of built up rage. But, at my private school, if you fought, even once, you would likely have gotten your family sued by the wealthy aristocrats that were the DC upper crust. Senator’s children and Whitehouse staffers. Liberal for who they were around but not so liberal. Before middle school I had gone to public school where many of the kids ended up in gangs. My background felt slightly different. 
So when I would have these feelings I would sit and analyze them. Gay people were different than me. And gay men especially were weird and behaved almost silly. BESIDES, I watch girls almost all day. Thats attraction right? I never had the desire to touch a girl at all but I found so much interest in watching the girls in my class grow and their bodies develop. I was very lanky and was sometimes confused for a girl in public. In that I felt related to them in a way. Like I was studying something. 
I would come home and wait for desert. Shuffling through whatever tasteless food would be placed in front of me for dinner. Getting as fast as I could to Oreos, or another cookie of some sort. always sneaking a couple extra and shoving them into my mouth when nobody was looking. It felt so naughty. But also felt like the only thing that made me happy. Music, biking, cookies. 
There it began, I found that when you were scared, anxious, fearful, uncomfortable, just find some cookies and it will cure it. Just like that I had formed my first addictive tendency. 
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mrsalwayswrite · 3 months ago
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Singing in the Shower (Ragnarssons x Reader)
This is just a silly little one-shot that came to mind that I could not stop thinking about. It got a bit deeper than I planned but oops?
Also my first time writing a Ragnarssons x reader! Please let me know if I did all the brothers justice. Except Bjorn isn’t in here. So its just the sons of Aslaug. Sorry, Bjorn.  
Warnings: some brief mentions of abusive/unhealthy past relationships, reader has some insecurities, the brothers being the best roomies ever but also creepers, like one or two swear words, FLUFFY GOODNESS!!! 
Words: 3700
Tag List: @youbloodymadgenius​
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The sound of laughter echoed around you even before leaving your bedroom. It was a Sunday night so that meant the Lothbrok brothers were all over. A tradition Ubbe started some months ago to make sure the four brothers stayed connected in each other's lives. Every Sunday evening, all of them would congregate in the three bedroom flat you shared with Ubbe and Hvitserk. They would order a stack of pizzas and enough beer to put a pub crawl to shame, and watch movies or play video games until the early morning hours. Only twice had fist fights broken out between Sigurd and Ivar with just a table and a lamp damaged in the process, so Ubbe called it a win. 
 It had only been about a year that you lived with Ubbe and Hvitserk. Sigurd chose to move in with a couple members of the band he played in. Aslaug vehemently refused to let Ivar move out due to his many medical needs that she claimed he could only receive proper attention for at home. In equal parts rebellion and to escape his mother’s suffocating attention, Ivar spent the majority of his free time and nights crashing on the couch at your shared flat. 
 At first, you were hesitant about living with the two brothers, having only known them through friends, but you decided to give it a chance. Within a couple of months, you found the strange dynamics of your shared space and your vastly different relationships with each of the brothers to feel eerily familiar….like being home. 
 Standing at your door, you listened to the brothers for a few moments, smiling broadly as you heard Hvitserk taunting Sigurd about how he was going to beat his ass if he threw another blue shell at him. Meanwhile Ivar was yelling something about the undeniable magic of Yoshi and his winning streak. They must be playing Mario Kart again. 
 It was nice to hear them all getting along. Normally Sunday nights you hung out with your boyfriend to give the brothers privacy, even though all of them repeatedly told you it was unnecessary. That was until last week. You had taken a selfie on your boyfriend's phone and went to set it as his background to surprise him….and found nude pictures of other girls and the dick pics he sent them back. Before you stormed out of his flat, you may have thrown his phone against the wall, pleased when the screen shattered just like your trust. Then you came home and cried to Hvitserk about how you were swearing off men and just wanted to be a spinster for the rest of your life. 
 Word must have spread between the brothers. For the rest of the week, they all offered their support in various ways. Sigurd texted you a few times to check on you and remind you that clearly you were better off without your ex. Ubbe gave you long hugs as if trying to soak the pain out of you, and made sure you were eating and getting out of bed. Hvitserk surprised you with a new sugary treat every day ranging from Oreos to ice cream to chocolate muffins; then you two would cuddle on the couch indulging yourselves while watching movies. Ivar threatened to beat up your now ex-boyfriend for making you cry and take pictures to send to those girls your ex had been texting. You made sure to shut Ivar's idea down quickly but pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and thanked him for offering. You hated your ex, that did not mean you wanted him dead. 
 You pushed away from your door and down the hallway. Popping your head around the corner, you saw the brothers in various positions in the living room, eyes all glued to the TV and the race happening on-screen. 
 "I'm gonna shower." You announced, receiving grunts of affirmations as they were too focused to fully acknowledge you. Smiling at their antics, you headed into the bathroom, shutting the door and starting the shower up. Once the water was at the perfect temperature, you stripped and jumped in. Of course, once the mixture of hot water and steam helped you relax, you started singing to yourself, letting the worries of the day fade away for just a moment as the words flowed from your lips and echoed off the shower stall walls like your own little stage. 
 Unbeknownst to you, as soon as the bathroom door shut and the sound of water running could be heard, the volume on the TV was muted. 
 Ivar, surprisingly, was the first one to overhear your singing. He had come over to crash for a few hours after his latest doctor appointment and to work on an assignment for a University class. The bathroom door somehow had not fully latched when you closed it, cracking open while you were in the shower….and you started singing. Ivar sat stunned on the couch at the voice slipping out of the bathroom like a siren's song. He remained there, transfixed as you sang some song he had never heard but he could feel in his chest. Once you stopped singing and the shower turned off, he quickly jumped up and hobbled over to silently shut the door, slightly embarrassed by the idea of you catching him listening in to your shower singing. 
 Later that day after you headed out to work, Ivar asked Ubbe and Hvitserk if they had heard you sing yet. Both of them denied ever hearing you sing. When asked if he knew anything, Sigurd was upset, having asked you on multiple nights to go to a karaoke bar with him and some friends. You always refused by saying you sounded Iike a beached whale. 
 Ubbe was next to overhear. He was walking by the bathroom on the way to the kitchen when he heard your voice drifting from underneath the bathroom door. Feeling like a creeper but curiosity winning out, he pressed his ear to the bathroom door to listen better. To say he had been shocked was an understatement. Sure, he had heard Ivar praise your voice, but he figured his youngest brother was exaggerating. It made him wonder why you never sang in front of others. 
 A silent pact was made between the brothers that they would never share the information of your singing with anyone outside the four of them….and whenever you jumped in the shower, whoever was the closest would go and crack the bathroom door open so they could hear you better. 
 This time was no different. 
 Sigurd was closest, so after Ubbe paused the game, he jumped up and silently cracked open the door so your beautiful voice could flow out. The game picked back up but remained on mute so they could hear you. The first song you serenaded them with was Walk Me Home by Pink. Apparently, one of your new favorites since you sang it so often. Next was Someone Like You by Adele. By the third song, the brothers had abandoned the game and were solely focused on you and the raw emotion bleeding from your voice. This time you started to sing Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi.  
 Ubbe spoke up, keeping his voice quiet just in case you could hear them, however unlikely. "Has she said anything about her ex lately?"
 "Not to me." Hvitserk answered first. "I thought she was doing fine."
 "Just because she's not crying all the time doesn't mean she's fine." Ivar retorted harshly, never removing his eyes from the direction of the bathroom. After a moment, he got up and hobbled towards the bathroom. 
 "Ivar…. Ivar, what are you doing?" Ubbe hissed but was ignored. 
 As quiet as possible, Ivar walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet lid; your singing managed to cover the sounds of his movement. As he rolled his head to the side, it was to find his brothers had followed him with varying expressions ranging from concern to amusement. 
 Normally you did not spend so long in the shower but today you decided to spoil yourself. You had been doing well all week but this morning you were scrolling through your Instagram and happened to stumble upon a picture of your ex with a new girl, smiling happily and kissing at a restaurant…. the day after you broke up. And seeing them together felt like it ripped a tear into the slowly healing pieces of your heart. 
 Instead of going out like you planned to do, you laid in bed all-day binge-watching movies and feeling like an idiot. So in the shower you took extra time pampering yourself, using a deep conditioner in your hair, shaving everywhere and just letting the hot water cascade down your skin and loosen the tense muscles. 
 At this point you were feeling a little better and decided it was best not to waste any more water. You turned the water off, running your hands down your body to get as much excess water off, before you reached for your towel. Grabbing the plush towel hanging on the rack, you quickly dried your hair and wrapped the towel around your body before pulling the curtain back….
 Only to shriek as you realized you were not alone in the bathroom. 
 "What? What are you guys doing?" You demanded, eyes frantically darting between the four brothers.
 Ivar sat on the toilet lid; head tilted as he watched you with a peculiar expression on his face. Hvitserk leaned against the sink, eyes darting from your towel-clad body to the floor then back up. Ubbe and Sigurd stood in the doorway, both looking the least comfortable but still not moving. 
 "We, ah, we were…. well, we are concerned for you." Ubbe said, rubbing the back of his neck. 
 "Concerned?" You asked incredulously. 
 Ivar ignored your question. "Is this about your ex? Want me to pay him a visit?"
 "What are you talking about?"
 "Your singing. They were sad songs." Sigurd answered, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. 
 Heat flooded your face. You dropped your head, staring at the bathroom floor as you clutched the towel closer to your body. Honestly, the idea of them hearing your singing was far more humiliating than them seeing you naked at this point. "You…. you heard me…. singing?"
 "Y/n, are you OK? You know you can tell us anything." Hvitserk said, trying to meet your eye. 
 "Um, can…. can we talk about this when…. when I'm not naked?" 
 "Of course. Come on, brothers." Ubbe quickly agreed, tapping the door as if to signal. He and Sigurd walked away first. Only when you finally met Hvitserk's eye did he push off the sink and head out but not before giving you a flirty wink. 
 "Ivar…."
 He slouched back, folding his hands behind his head. "I'm quite comfortable here."
 "Oh gods, please, Ivar." You begged, almost on the verge of tears. 
 He stared at you a long moment before pushing himself to his feet. "Don't think you're getting out of this."
 "Ok."
 Appeased, he made his way out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. 
 Once alone, you stepped out of the shower only to drop onto the toilet lid and place your head in your hands. Your chest heaved and your eyes stung as you fought back the tears that threatened to fall. Today was bad enough and now this. It had to be something out of a nightmare. Your own personal hell. 
 When you finally composed yourself, you quickly changed into your comfiest sweats and tank top. You wished you could make a run for your room, anything to avoid the impending conversation but you knew the brothers would follow, they were all stubborn and persistent when they wanted to be. 
 With a deep breath, you stepped out of the bathroom and towards the living room. What hushed disagreement the brothers were clearly having abruptly ended when they noticed you. Awkwardly you remained standing, unsure where to sit. The only open spots were on the couch between Hvitserk and Ivar or one of the recliners as Ubbe sat in the other one. Sigurd reclined on the rocker gaming chair on the floor. 
 Averting your eyes, you started towards the open recliner only to have a strong arm snake around your waist as you passed by and pulled you onto the couch. You squeaked as you suddenly found yourself perched on Ivar's lap. Somewhere you had certainly never been before. 
 "Where do you think you're going?" He asked, a cocky grin spread across his face. 
 "Um, over there." You nodded your head towards the other open spot. 
 "No, you're sitting here now."
 "Stop hogging her, brother." Hvitserk reached over and dragged you off Ivar. Somehow you ended up with your back against Hvitserk's side, his arm slung around you and your legs across Ivar's lap, him slowly running his hand up and down them. 
 Ubbe raised an eyebrow at the three of you. "Are you done yet?"
 "I thought we were just fine but I guess Hvitty had other plans." Ivar snarked, rolling his eyes. 
 "We're good now." Hvitserk said with a cheesy smile, making you giggle. 
 "So how are you really doing, y/n?" Ubbe asked, staring at you with those knowing blue eyes. 
 "Um, I'm alright. Today was just…. rough." At the four questioning looks, you quickly explained about what you found this morning on Instagram. 
 Ivar slapped the armrest of the couch. "I'm beating his ass now and nothing you say can stop me."
 You snagged his other hand that was still on your leg and clasped it, as if that alone could diminish his deadly intent. "Please don't. He's not worth it. I just…. I just want to move on. Ok?"
 He grumbled, but eventually gripped your hand and gave it a single squeeze in acknowledgement. 
 Now here was the part that petrified you; but you needed to know. 
 "Um, how…. how long have…. was this your first time?" Your words stumbled out, making you cringe at how ineloquent it was. 
 "What are you talking about?" Sigurd drawled; one foot propped up so he slowly rocked in the gaming chair.  
 You licked your lips, your mouth suddenly dry. You dropped your gaze, as you whispered your answer. "My….my singing."
 "What? You sound bloody brilliant! The others have heard you more than me but you always sound amazing!" Sigurd exclaimed, a beaming smile on his face. "I don't know why you haven't gone out with me before! Oh! I'd love for you to try and sing in my band, we could use an amazing vocalist like you! Gods, we could get way more gigs with a beautiful woman like you upfront singing."
 Soon as Sigurd started talking, you covered your face with your hands. The tears you managed to repress earlier flooded back. Your shoulders hunched over, cowering into yourself at the revelation. They had all heard you. Apparently more than just this one time. It was mortifying. Long ago you stopped singing in front of others, no longer able to face the ridicule, the degrading comments always thrown your way. And now, these brothers that you had become so close to…. if they said anything negative towards you right now, you were sure your heart would fully break and no lyric would ever pass your lips again. 
 Hvitserk shifted behind you, turning you so he could wrap both arms around your waist and place his cheek against the side of your head. "Y/n, talk to us." 
 You shook your head, the barely suppressed tears and poisoned words clogging your throat. 
 Abruptly, a pair of calloused hands grabbed yours, forcing them away from your face. You were immediately met by a pair of piercing blue eyes, only inches from your face. 
 "Whose ass am I killing now? Huh?" Ivar demanded in a low, menacing tone. Between his tone and the fury burning in his eyes, you knew he meant his question, and that sent a nervous chill down your spine. 
 "It's not…. it’s nothing."
 "Bullshit." Ivar spat. 
 Hvitserk nuzzled your temple, his voice lighter but still with an edge of steel in it. "I agree with Ivar. Something happened."
 Biting your bottom lip, you closed your eyes. There were a few things that were just too painful to talk about and this one, they had unknowingly stumbled upon. 
 "Was it your mother?"
 Your eyes flew open, your head snapped over to stare at Ubbe in shock. He met your gaze unflinchingly, and somehow you knew he already figured at least part of it out. He accidentally overheard a phone conversation between you and your mother one time and once you got off the phone, he immediately pulled you into a bone-crushing hug and promised you never had to see her again if you never wanted to, that they would take care of you. Of course, you cried all over him after he promised that. 
 Ubbe leaned forward in the recliner, placing his elbows on his knees, gaze still intent on you. "What did she do?"
 "She…. she hated when I sang. Said I was just desperate for attention. That I needed to just shut up. That no one would want to listen to me anyway. If she ever caught me singing…. once she duct-taped my mouth shut."
 You could hear the gasps at your confession, followed by a round of curses. Hvitserk pressed a kiss to your temple, tightening his hold on you. Ivar squeezed your hands, still holding them within his own. 
 Ubbe nodded as if not surprised. He ran a hand down his face and sighed before stealing your gaze once again. "I have a feeling she wasn't the only one to hurt you."
 At this point, a silent tear trekked down your cheek. You sniffled, dropping your gaze down. "I had an ex who used to make fun of my singing. He used to say 'at least you're pretty'. When we would ride together listening to music, he would tell me to stop singing and 'leave it to the professionals'. At some point, it just….it was better to not sing in front of anyone. So I only sang in the shower cause I thought no one would hear me."
 Hvitserk turned your head, looking into your eyes. "Baby, listen to me. Your singing is incredible. We all love listening to you sing. Please don't be embarrassed about this with us."
 "I'd love for you to walk around the house singing, I could happily listen to that all day." Ubbe said, a tender smile on his lips. 
 "I second that!" 
 "Sig, you're only here on Sundays." Ubbe glanced over at his brother. 
 Sigurd shrugged. "So? I could listen to her sing all day. Maybe she should move in with me and actually be appreciated."
 "No! You're not stealing her from us!" Hvitserk said, practically cradling you against him, like a puppy afraid to lose its favorite toy.
 "It's not stealing if she wants to go!" 
 Ivar butted in. "I am more interested in this other shitty ex and mother...can I find them?"
 "No, Ivar. You have to stop threatening people."
 "Why?" He whined at you, tugged on your hands, your legs still across his lap. "You won't let me teach them a lesson so all I can do is threaten."
 "Also sounds like you have terrible taste in guys. Anymore shitty exes we should know about?" Sigurd asked, rocking his chair. 
 You figured at this point you were spilling all your dirty secrets so what was one more. "Um, I was talking to this one guy but when he found out I moved in here, he called me a whore for moving in with two brothers and told me I was a waste of his time." You softly admitted, having made sure none of them ever heard about that after it happened. 
 For a moment there was dead silence then….
 "I'm going to need his name right now." Ubbe said, malice dripping off every word. 
 "Yeah! Let's cut his tongue out! See what he says about that!" Ivar cheered. 
 You could not stop the laughter that came out. The idea that these brothers got so worked up over anyone that ever insulted or hurt you was both sweet and slightly infuriating, but mostly sweet. No one had ever cared about you as strongly as these four brothers. 
 "It's fine now. How about this? Next guy to hurt me, I promise I'll give you his name."
 "No! I want to cut this asshole's tongue out. Maybe slap him with it after!" Ivar smiled with a pure predatory look. 
 "I think you should just date one of us." Sigurd shrugged, watching everyone with a smirk. "Then you know he'd treat you right."
 "I like this idea." Hvitserk smiled, squeezing you lightly. "We would romance the hell out of you."
 "You guys are being silly. I don't even know what romance would look like." You giggled at the absurd idea. All the brothers were gorgeous in their own ways and could pick up any girl they wanted, why would they want you? Besides, your relationships were just platonic. "Is the interrogation over now? Want me to leave so you can get back to your game?"
 "Nope, you're stuck here." Ivar said, leaning on you now so you were sandwiched between the two brothers. 
 Ubbe chuckled. "We've told you before, you are welcome to hang out with us. Why don't we put in a movie?"
 After many arguments and some mild threats, a movie was finally chosen. You settled against Hvitserk, facing the TV, as you played with Ivar's hair, his head now in your lap. 
 As you watched the movie, you missed the silent conversation between the brothers happening around you. It was decided that your next boyfriend would certainly be one of them and in the meantime, they were all going to romance the hell out of you and make sure you understood how important and incredible you are. 
 Starting with making sure you sang whenever you wanted. 
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oversharingempath · 3 months ago
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When’s the last time you ran? fuck if i know, i can barely walk up stairs, much less run
Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them? no
What are you dreading right now? the repetitive work calls i'm getting knowing they're just going to hang up on me
Do you celebrate 420? nah, weed isn't my thing, but i support others celebrating it
Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep at night? i usually get between 7-10 hours of sleep so most of the time, yeah
If anyone came to your house on your “lazy day” what would ya’ll do? play video games, watch tv, smoke cigarettes, order takeout
Who last grabbed your ass? who knows, i haven't had that kind of human contact in well over two years now
Have you ever been on your school’s track team? i tried out my sophomore year but i didn't make it
Do you own a pair of converse? i used to but they're such crap shoes (even if they look cool) i couldn't imagine owning a pair now
Do you eat raw cookie dough? yeah
Have you ever kicked a vending machine? probably not but i can't fully recall
Don’t you hate it when radios ruin good songs by playing them over and over? i haven't actively listened to the radio (other than during the holidays) for years
Do you watch Trading Spaces? nope
How do you eat oreos? i stick a fork in the middle, dip in milk for a couple seconds and then i eat it
Have you ever stayed online for a long time waiting for someone? yeah, especially when i was like, on tumblr the first go around
Are you cocky? not at all
Could you live without a computer? nah, i’m a full-time student and work full-time so that’s just not possible 
Do you wear your shoes in the house? rarely
Who or what sleeps with you? pillows
At what age did you find out that Santa wasn’t real? i don’t know, probably like 6 or 7
How many phones are in your house, that includes cell phones? 1
What do you do when you’re sad? listen to sad music, cry, smoke cigarettes and write to get my angst out
Do you know anyone born in the year 1985? i don’t think so
Who would you call first if you won the lottery? nick
Last time you saw your best friend? like 2 hours ago
Are you in high school? nope, i haven’t been in high school in 12 years
What jewelry are you wearing? just a ring
Is anyone on your bad side now? not really honestly, but mostly because i’m very isolated from people in general at the moment
When did reality become tv? basically when mtv happened
What’s the first thing you do when you get online? depending on the day, i either immediately log into my work interface, my online school interface or i open word to write something
When did Motley Crue become classic rock? i could care less, i don’t like motley crue (but kudos to you for quoting bfs)
When did Ozzy become an actor? ozzy is far from being an actor
Do you watch Grey’s Anatomy? i used to a long time ago, but not anymore
How do most people spell your name? the... way it’s supposed to be spelled?
Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes? my ex and i used to share clothes all the time
Where do you work? i work for a crisis line and i’m strictly work from home right now which is super nice
What are you doing tomorrow? i have a special appointment tomorrow afternoon and then i’ll be finishing up my work week
Is Justin Timberlake becoming the next Michael Jackson? no way
Where do you draw the line? i need a little more context
Favorite name for a girl? no thanks
Favorite boy name? yeah, no
Will you keep your last name when you get married? i don’t know, i don’t really want to get married
When was the last time you left your house? thursday, maybe? 
Do you return your cart? always
Do you have a dishwasher? yep
What noise do you hear? music and cars outside
Would you survive in prison? probably but it wouldn’t be fun
Who is the youngest in the family? my youngest brother...
Road trip! Who would most likely overpack? probably me tbh or my mom
Do you know anyone with the same name as you? i used to but not anymore
What’s the last thing you purchased? food
Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you? nah, i’m the oldest so i usually treat them
What brand are your pants right now? i have no idea, they’re like hand-me-down pajama pants
What brand is your digital camera? i don’t have a digital camera anymore
Do you own expensive perfume/cologne? yeah, just one, for special occasions
Do you watch movies with your parents? every once in a while, but my mom is so weird about movies that it’s difficult to watch them with her
Ever been to Georgie (the state)? yeah
What irritates you the most? people who don’t respect my personal space
Are you taking college classes right now? yeah, but almost done! 
Do you like sushi? i’m picky about it but i do like some
Do you get your hair cut every month? i get a haircut like twice a year because i’m lazy
Do you go online everyday? yeah, who doesn’t honestly?
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realcube · 3 months ago
can i pls request denki and fem reader as rivals?
PRANK WAR WITH KAMINARI
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thank you to anon for this request <3 i am 90% sure i’ve seen this trope before but i am unsure as to where- this is just a lil fun thing i wrote bc i can’t stop thinking about pranking kaminari- also shoutout to my followers who've been waiting for some sfw content
summary ♡ your plan to get revenge on kaminari quickly changes when he tells you the motive of his pranks
content warning ♡ balloons and general clownery 
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you sighed, wandering through the hallways of the dorm building, heading towards the lounge in search of your friends. you held your phone close as you walked, paying to attention to your surroundings as you walked - which was your first mistake, considering the various attacks you’ve been a victim to recently.
not by the league of villains, no. but rather by kaminari.
so, you should’ve been surprise when you rounded the corner to the lounge, and were immediately met by a whipped-cream pie to the face, followed by the deafening cackles of multiple members of the notorious ‘bakusquad’.
“gotcha!” kaminari yelled through chortles, “you just got denki’d!”
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a few months had passed since the little ‘pie incident’ and valentine’s day was fast approaching. 
after many failed attempts, you realised that you simply could not beat ‘kaminari, the great’ at pranks. whether that be in regards to the time you tried to do the ‘electrocuting gum’ prank oh him, completely forgetting that it’s have no affect on it, or that time you put toothpaste in his oreos and he ate them all with a foolish grin on his face as if they were delicious. 
you were able to acknowledge that trying to defeat him was a lost cause. however, you were far from a quitter.
valentine’s day was right around the corner and you had formulated a plan for the greatest prank of all time; this was going to completely humiliate kaminari in front of everyone, as payback for the many times he did that to you. you were going to ask him to be your valentine!
though it might not sound to epic with the summary alone, allow me to elaborate; you were planning on approaching kaminari at lunch with flowers, chocolates, your charming smile and a very special balloon. you’d ask him to be your valentine and when he says yes, you hand him all the goodies you were holding but just as he is about to take the balloon, you back up and use your quirk to burst the balloon from afar - then, not only will he shriek like a little girl, but he’ll be covered with bright pink glitter which will be stored inside the balloon! 
your plan was full-proof! it’d go down in the lunch hall so when you pop the balloon, the loud noise will grab everyone’s attention and when they turn around in search of the source, they’ll see kaminari sparkling! and even if kaminari declined your confession, you’d just pop the balloon anyway.
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you practised your charming smile in the reflective metal spoon which came with you lunch, which you didn’t plan on eating until after you had your starting course of schadenfreude.
once you figured that your smile was perfect, you hopped up from your seat, grabbed your goodies and make your way over to the table that was usually occupied by the ‘bakusquad’; a place you thought you’d never go near under any circumstances but now, you were willing striding up to it, your arms full with presents. 
then your eyes landed on a certain yellow-haired boy so you tapped him on his shoulder, choosing to ignore the question look he directed at you and instead, said the line you had been rehearsing for weeks, “happy valentines day, kaminari!”
he quirked a brow, doing a double-take as the last time he checked, the real (y/n) would not be caught dead talking him, forget wishing him a happy valentine’s day. toga, is that you? “uhh, yeah. happy valentine’s day, (y/n).” he tried to say as casually as possible but it ended up simply sounding condescending. 
“i know we haven’t exactly got- the best history, kaminari. but you’re actually a pretty cool dude so i’d like it if we could put all that behind us. which is why i’m asking you if you’d like to be my valentine?” you stuttered, fixing your gaze on the ground as you twiddled your free finger; was it too coy?
well, clearly not as all previous suspicions that kaminari had about you being an imposter were immediately thrown out the window as he jolted up from his seat with a scarily wide grin, “seriously? y-you’re asking me to be your valentine?”
you stumbled backwards, your lips parting slightly before hastily trying to regain composure, “uh, yeah! i’m asking you to be my valentine. so, erm, is that a y--”
before you could even finish your sentence, your already poor balance was further disrupted by him tackling you with a hug, resulting in both of you falling onto the lunch hall floor. even though you were clearly stunned, he continued to tighten his grip on you and gush about how happy he was, “of course it’s a yes! are you kidding me, (y/n)?! i’ve had the fattest crush on you ever since i first saw you at the entrance exam-- you’re just so badass! why do you think i pulled all those pranks on you? i just wanted a crumb of your attention but i guess it got a bit out-of-hand.” 
as you sat there astounded, you mentally prayed that everything he was saying was nothing more than hyperbole or a joke, because if it wasn’t then you’d feel really bad about humiliating him in front of the whole school. “um, is this another prank, kaminari?” you inquired, slowly trying to slip out of his grip but he only pulled you in closer. 
“nope!” he chirped, retracting his neck when he noticed that you came with gifts, “oh, are these for me? sorry, i didn’t get you anything.” he frowned, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck until an idea struck him, “but if you want, i could take you out to get fo--”
you rapidly shook your head, successfully squirming out his hold, gathering your gift before hopping onto your feet, “uh, no, it’s fine! these aren’t for you! they are for..yaoyorozu!” you blurted out the first name that came to mind and internally cringed when he prompted you to elaborate, “well, they are..thank-you gifts for all the times she’s tutored me! she’s a real star.”
kaminari blinked several time before snatching the balloon out from where it hovered beside your head, “but it’s shaped like a heart.” he muttered outlining it with his fingers, resulting in you quickly dropping all your other possessions to get a firm hold on the balloon so your try pry it out of his hands as now that he had admitted his true feelings for you, it would be immoral for you to embarrass him.
“uh, well, she’s a great teacher! she has my heart!” your tug on the balloon was just as forceful as your smile. 
“but i’m your valentine, i should have your heart!” kaminari yelled as he pulled it towards his chest, with little regard to the many eyes that now lingered on the pair of you - it was just a game of tug-o-war with a glitter-filled balloon. 
“kaminari, don’t be silly!” you rolled your eyes, trying to focus on ensuring that your grip on the balloon wasn’t too loose or too tight, “how about you take chocolates instead?”
“i feel like you’re trying to hide something from me.” he narrowed his eyes, his strength not faltering, “you can’t keep secrets from me, babe!”
you snickered, playfully kicking his ankle, “we’ve not even been together for a 5 minutes.” you winced slightly as he reciprocated your kick, “just give me the damn balloon, de--”
pop!
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choiwrites · 5 months ago
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kth | the day after valentine’s (m.)
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Words: 4.5k Synopsis: Taehyung, your best friend, had asked you to come over to help him arrange his furniture after moving for the hundredth time. It’s the day after Valentine’s and all the getting laid stuff is over, right? Not for Taehyung. Also, who the hell buys condoms after Valentine’s day? Rating: 18+ Author’s Note: This is a messy drabble that I have no intention cleaning or editing. I wrote this at liek 2am so a lot of typo’s ahead y’all.
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When you agreed to come over Taehyung's apartment, you thought he needed help with arranging the stuff that came from his moving van today. But no, your best friend's not the most truthful person you know.
He spreads across his dirty old couch, one he'd kept from his college dorm, wearing nothing but his basketball shorts that holds tight against his waist. Seven years since meeting him, he's done nothing to change his lifestyle. Every month, it's the same old scenario of him moving to another place after getting evicted for God knows how many times, and you watching him play a mobile game while you beg him to please start unpacking before a landlord sends him on his ass again.
"Let me finish this level, I'm so close." He looks for a second to study your reaction, annoyance painted clearly on your face.
You shrug, and your eyes dart over the cigarette pack that almost hides in one of his Goodwill boxes.
"I though you quit?"
Confused, Taehyung follows your eyes and he regrets in an instant bringing you here.
"I haven't had one in two months. I'm stressed lately."
Sighing, you try to understand. Taehyung's been on and off with cigars, he'd buy one in secret but sooner or later, you'd always find a lighter in his laundry when coming over. You advice him to keep his hand busy, and you'd even given him a bracelet that chimes. He removed it three months later and you never asked where he threw it away.
"Fuck," his finger swipes his screen as if he wanted to break it, "I almost got it!" he yelled.
He switches off his phone, now staring back at you. Your eyes fall, he's always intimidating. You couldn't blame him, you were always intimidated.
"What?" you croaked.
"What do you mean what? What's your plan?"
"My plan? Why do I have to make the plans?" Your fingers find the hem of your thin baby blue shirt.
"Because you're the smarter one. How do I arrange all my shit? You got any idea?"
"Taehyung, we've been doing this for ages. How come you still depend on me? There will come a day that I won't be here anymore and the only person you could depend on is yourself." Was it seeing the cigarettes that raised your voice, or remembering that he threw your handmade bracelet? You couldn't care less.
He was quiet. Then he opens his mouth, and he's quiet again.
"You sound like my mom," he says, meaning to tease you as if he hadn't used that for the hundredth time. "Was your date last night that bad? I told you you should come with Hoseok and I on Valentine's, we had an amazing night at Jungkook's crib."
There he goes again, ignorant of your troubles. Classic selfish Tae, the exact same one who stood you up on homecoming because he spent it having sex with Tilly Janes in his car. You're still upset about it, he didn't even think of going inside to give you at least a minute to dance with somebody on the dance floor.
"Mind telling me what happened? Did you get laid?"
"Do you ever think of maybe you shouldn't ask such inappropriate questions to someone?"
"Fine," almost tired in his tone.
And you spend a few more minutes in silence, guessing each other's thoughts with the way both your gaze lands on the floor. He clears his throat and forgets what he's about to say. You wish you didn't cancel your nail appointment today just to be with your best friend who still, in no surprise, doesn't have a single plan in his life.
Taehyung suggests he buys a stock from the grocery first, and when he says stock he means an awful lot of Oreo cookies and Lays. You agreed with him and he gets dressed, though the soles of your feet still hurt from walking in heels for three hours straight last night. If only you knew that Hyungwon would be bringing you to a walking spree, you wouldn't have worn a formal attire.
Taehyung spends his time choosing between peanut butter and double stuff. You tell him to pick the peanut butter one because you've never seen him finish the double stuff, he always throws the leftovers saying it was too sweet. He ignores your opinion and chooses the double stuff over the peanut butter.
He asks you again whether he should buy milk or pineapple juice instead, and you tell him to pick milk because whoever drinks pineapple is a monster. He nods in affirmation, commenting about how pineapple has a really weird aftertaste. And he brings the milk back to the shelf, putting the pineapple juice in the cart.
"You should dress like that." He points at a mannequin dressed in sportswear.
"You don't tell me what to wear, young man. I don't even jog."
"I'm just saying you'd look hotter." He scans you head to toe and your knees weaken a little.
He takes a route to the meat section, you already know why. He just wants to brag about being a vegan. Jungkook had convinced him last month to finally turn vegan, and he's been talking about it non-stop.
"I can't stand the smell of meat anymore, it's disgusting." He pinches his nose, wrinkles forming on his face.
"Okay, Mr. Vegan. We get it." You rolled your eyes.
"No, really. It's making me vomit," he says, nasally.
"Just make sure that once I cook chicken alfredo, your mouth wouldn't water."
Upon reaching the counter, Taehyung approaches the magazines and candy bars, leaving you in line.
What does he need this time?
And when you're up next in line, he comes back with a tight fist, hiding an item as he crosses his arms.
He thought he was sleek, but when he throws the condoms next to the Oreos, you couldn't help but laugh.
"You're buying condoms after Valentine's Day?" You throw your hand to your mouth, suppressing an uncontrollable laughter. "Did you run out last night or you're only getting laid today?" you added.
"Do you ever think of maybe you shouldn't ask such inappropriate questions to someone?"
You sighed. "But seriously, I know you wanna answer that question."
In the mood, you poke at his waist and he flinches like a worm. Taehyung was cocky, but he can be cute sometimes in ways he doesn't intend to.
"I ran out last night. Lucky you who don't need to buy another one since none of your dates ever pass your standards."
You couldn't point it out in what he said that made your heart throb, it felt a little offensive. Taehyung knows so much about you, it can get scary when he opens his mouth. What's he thinking right now? Cute little y/n, no one's ever good enough for her fragile heart. Cute little y/n, always finds a mistake in every part.
"That's not true, you know? I just don't settle that easily."
The corners of his lips lift, eyes rolling in disbelief. He was skinning you alive with that gaze, annoyed. He has a sarcastic smile sprawled all over his face, you just wanna punch it away.
On the way home, you thought about what he said for a second... For a while. You thought about it for a while. Was Taehyung right? Was his perception of you correct? Whatever it was, it did hurt. All you ever did for Taehyung was to be a good friend, and he gave nothing in return. You weren't expecting anything, but deep inside you knew Taehyung loves you just as much as you love him. But like every other person, insecurity gets in the way in relationships.
Maybe Taehyung doesn't even treat you as a friend.
No, you argued inside your head.
Sure, you've seen him in his most vulnerable moments. You've seen him break and you've seen him fall, you've seen him lose the inner parts of his soul. You've seen Taehyung happy, and you will always remember that specific laugh he lets out whenever he pretends something is funny. You know that he blinks when he curses because his body rejects it. He told you about his broken dream of becoming an astrologist, and you daydreamed together about the stars and the way they collide like magical dusts.
Maybe Taehyung doesn't know you like you know him.
Before the thought gets answered, Taehyung was already groaning as he puts the bags down to his counter. You had forgotten you arrived.
"We should start with your room. I'll place your clothes in your closet and you go arrange your miscellaneous."
He doesn't nod. Why won't he nod?  God, please, Taehyung, just agree with me once.
He remains standing with both his hands on either sides of his waist and he does nothing else. Still standing feet away from you, just knitted brows and a stern expression that you couldn't read. What is it this time?
"How was it?" His arms cross on the buff his chest, waiting for a response as he tries to read your reaction the same way you're reading where he's coming from.
"How was what?"
"The sex, y/n. Was it so bad you're in a bad mood today?" A laugh pauses in his throat, replaced by a rise of the corner of his lips.
It was a tug, or maybe a push, in your stomach that made your minds do wonders of spins. Such an unpredictable person Taehyung is.
There was nothing to deliberate inside your mind, nothing happened last night. Hyungwon went home without a kiss on his lips, and you're limbs gave out due to the amount of walking.
"There's no sex. We didn't have sex."
"Let me guess, he insulted your outfit? If not, he probably split the check." His index finger extends, eyes wrinkling to get out any more ideas from his dirty little head.
"Can you just- Ugh! What's with you and your insults?"
"How was that an insult? I was guessing which of what he did didn't pass your golden standard."
"If I had a better standard, maybe you wouldn't be my friend." Ouch. It wasn't directed to you but sometimes you just want to dissolve after saying something.
"I'm your friend because you have a high standard." He wasn't offended, not a single bit from what you have said. Was Taehyung that oblivious of how miserable he is? "If we weren't friends, I'm pretty sure I could get inside your pants."
You hoped he regret what he said, just as much as you wanted to dissipate earlier.
"I'm sorry, Taehyung. But my 'golden standard' would never, and I can't stress this enough, let you get in my pants, in an alternate universe where we aren't friends."
"Lies. Lies. Lies. I could easily get you swooning for me in just a matter of seconds, y/n. Stop, and I can't stress this enough, lying."
"Sure, Taehyung. Whatever you want me to fucking say." You turned your back on him to get a grip of yourself. You grunt, you shudder, and you sighed.
Cocky. Bastard. You could join those words together and it would still perfectly describe Taehyung. Perhaps you have a list of two words that could go either independently or together they'd still describe Taehyung well.
Arrogant. Pervert. Overconfident. Asshole. Striking. Idiot. Son. Of. A. Bitch. I. Just. Want. To. Punch. Him.
He places a grip on your arm to spin you to him. "I want you to say it," with a guttural voice coming from the pits of somewhere within his diaphragm, it's crazy how smooth it escaped from his lips.
"Saywhat?" as opposed to yours that escaped with so much tremble and crisp, thinner than air.
"Consent," he began. "I'm pretty sure I can reach your standard."
It was probably a bad idea. And a bad idea is followed by a spontaneous drive to try it, that's how it's done in movies. You'd probably regret it, right? But you'd regret it more if you don't get a chance to prove Taehyung wrong.
Fine. He needs a wake up call. He needs to wake up from that delusion he'd built inside his towering cocky arrogant head, no pun intended, that he's not every girl's cup of tea.
"You know what? Sure. What do you want me to do? Ride you? Then give you a blowjob after not finding the clit-"
He pulls you, hand reaching your lower back to push his groin toward your front. You were far behind than he was, Taehyung was already hard and eager. His lips were hot, warm around the tip of your tongue that vividly tastes the mint and smoke he had had earlier this morning. It was evident in the sloppiness of his kiss, swiftness of his wandering hands, and blazing fire underneath the lust of his eyes, Taehyung isn't exactly as what you have thought him to be.
The men you've slept with before, they were a floating fish in the sea. But Taehyung brings you sea deep into the weakness of your knees, the floor may have shaken 'cause you find yourself falling on his body and he catches you just perfectly, bodies molding with each other on the floor. Taehyung grips your thigh, to the north his hand traveled, his thumb harshly caressing your slit.
The position made it hard for him to move, he was struggling to reach every part of your body as he would have wanted so he pushed your body, and you look him in the eyes with question, both hands resting on his chest as he continues to play with your clit. He earns a sly grunt from you and he'd do anything to hear it again.
Then he was standing, carrying your body to the nearest stool he could find, desperate and quick. With one sharp thrust to lock you in position, he inhales the moan that went from your lips to his throat. Then he stops. He stopped.
"Moaning already, are we?" He lifts his brow, a crease forming on his forehead.
"Can you just get to it?"
He laughs. "That's not exactly how I always do it. I like to take my time."
You punch his shoulder, a questioning look taking over his features. Embarrassment flows through you. "This was a mistake."
He kisses you again, eating whatever insult was about to come out of your mouth. He wants to whisper it, that thing he have always wanted to tell you, in between kisses. Because now that he's got you under his touch, his tongue is burning just to say it. To distract himself, he digs into your waist deeper, sinking those three little words under your skin hoping you'd realize it.
You pull away, pushing him away from you. "Something wrong?" His nails have left their mark before you could figure out.
"No, no. Nothing's wrong."
There is though. You're not a stranger to not know the look on Taehyung's face. You recognize this one, it happened before. The trembling lips and crimson cheeks. They bring you back the day after prom, the day after Tilly Janes took his innocence.
"What happened last night?" you asked him, arms crossed against your chest.
"I'm so sorry I didn't come-"
"You came Tae. You came hard, didn't you? I can't believe you convinced me to go to prom just so you can leave me in there alone."
"I didn't want to. Listen, okay, I realized something last night."
"I don't need your apology, Taehyung. I don't need it. Jimin took me home last night."
"What? Why?"
"Why? Because some asshole left me without a ride. That's why!"
"I was looking for you last-"
"Shut it. He asked me on a date. So thank God, I'm at least in a good mood today to not flame on you."
"He asked you on a date? Are you going?"
Trembling lips and crimson cheeks. He gulped so hard you heard it.
"I am. Hey, are you okay?"
"I just can't believe someone would even ask you out. I'll be going, forget I came."
It's the same face, the same gulp. You put your hand on his cheek, like what a mom would do to an injured child, and he holds it so you won't ever let go of his face.
"We can stop. I know. This was a bad idea. We shouldn't have done it."
He shakes his head, his other hand creeping behind you. He latches his lips onto yours again, pulling your shirt up to reveal your stomach. The kiss was different, a touch of hunger for affection. A slow open one, mostly the breaths clashing in a soft whisper.
"I want you, y/n. I want you," he whispered to your mouth. You push him to the couch, straddling him and he groans in satisfaction. He pulls you closer, enough for his chin to land on your chest and he looks up in pure admiration of you.
There was more behind the words he said, but with the heat pooling in between your thighs, you couldn't care less as of now. It's something you'll resolve after. He tucks a strand of your hair as he makes thrusts underneath you, the thick cotton of his sweats didn't do anything to conceal his cock aching for you.
You remove his shirt, not being able to take your eyes away from his body. Sweet and honey under your gaze, he tenses them and you couldn't help but laugh at this. Kissing every inch of his exposed skin, you kneel as your knees approach the floor, not breaking eye contact with Taehyung while untying his sweats. His hand fails to fall steady on your arm and his Adam's apple bob in anticipation.
There's warmth that spreads across your stomach, different from the one in between you thighs. It's like electricity that continuously ignites a fire inside you when you notice his excitement, eager to have your mouth around him. A sign of reciprocation that he wants this just as much as you do no matter how hard you try to deny it, a catching fire of the thought that maybe he looks at you the way you look at him throughout all these years. Even now that you're not looking in his eyes, the continuous ignition of sparks inside you still teases.
You reach for his length, softly wrapping it in your hand and his breath quickens along with your heartbeat. Studying every detail, even the cold tones of the veins that spreads like tree roots. In usual occasions, giving head never takes your time. You suck it and finish it, no more and no less, nothing special really. But it's Taehyung, and his difference from others makes you uncomfortable in a way it shouldn't be possible. Trying to forget these unnecessary emotions, your thumb circles the head of his cock and he couldn't help but make his lip bleed, the agony of it keeping him awake to not fall into your dreamy touch.
His shorts reaches the floor and you made it quick to to kiss the base of his glistening length. Your index finger making lines on his thigh while the other keeps his cock steady as your lips move upward. You've never imagined how he would taste, but you were always sure he tastes exactly like he tastes now. Bittersweet. He throbs at the heat of your breath, thighs almost jumping when your fingers find his balls. He emits a groan that strengthens the force you're putting in your thighs to keep your core intact.
Down you go, the head of his cock deepening in your throat just like his grunts, getting lower and lower until he thrusts upwards making you gag and he releases a high-pitched whimper of your name. Tears blur your vision and a moan sends minimal vibration to his cock.
"I don't think... y/n, fuck, I'm not gonna last long," he confessed, and you finally look up to see him without removing him from your mouth.
You tongue swirling still and he has gone rabid trying to control himself, clenching your hair as he lets himself go maniac against your throat. He stares at you with mad eyes, his mouth failing in keeping him quiet. Only his groans, his throat-fucking, and your whimpers that you can no longer suppress. You're a little scared maybe he'll get too confident and tease you on your gagging, calling himself so big he made you cry.
He pulls your hair and he tries to get a hold of himself, catching his breath to gain stability. Before you can wipe the corners of your lips, he was standing up and taking your shirt off. He frames his chin with his index finger and his thumb, making you grow conscious of your own body. He had no reason to be looking so long, he'd seen you in a two piece more than one occasion. And he's going behind you, putting a finger at the waist of your shorts, bringing it down slowly until it lands by itself. He wraps your hair in a pony as the other grips your ass, a throaty growl escaping from his body.
He rotates you to the other side, an empty blank wall where you can see the fool you made of yourself. The argument ends here. The argument has ended since he had kissed you like no one had kissed you. You shouldn't have underestimated Taehyung, because he's now biting your shoulder as he slowly descends you to the wall. He hums, this close he can hear the tiny whimpers you try to keep to yourself, your fragile voice that can break once you open your mouth to say something. He can hear them all and he's aware of the power he has over you.
A hand holds both of yours behind your back, and once he has successfully taken your white underwear off, he's positioning the fat head of his cock right in your entrance.
"Make it easier for the both of us and just say it, y/n," he commands, his breath echoing in your ear sending voltage in your spine. He bites your ear and he whispers again, "Baby, please."
"What?"
Taehyung laughs at your adorable cluelessness. He doesn't answer. The next thing you hear was the expansion of his breaths, getting heavier and heavier it's almost a hum as he slides himself inside you.
"Taehyung," you say in a falsetto, "god, Tae, fuck!"
"Hmm, fucking tight. You're so fucking tight, y/n. Your pussy's taking my cock so fucking well," his knees bend to enter you deeply, this sharp thrust hitting a spot in you you never knew you'd feel, "maybe now you'd let me fuck you often, huh? You're gonna take my cock anytime you want, I'll fuck your brains out, ruin you and your cunt."
You respond with a soft murmur of you're not entirely sure what, because Taehyung was already fucking your brains out and you had no other thoughts but the feeling of his cock that slips in out of you so easily. He'd hit that one spot and you're going to release yet another cry and he'd enjoy every note of it. You're a mess with strands of your hair sticking to your face as the sweat trickle down your temples.
"Tell me what you want, y/n. Want it fast, baby?" He speeds up his thrusts, your ah's getting louder as he almost sends you to your high. "Or you want to cherish every inch of my cock?" He slows down which brings you wailing, whimpering his name over and over until you're no longer sure if it's even coming out right. His free hand lands on your ass and you gasp as if inhaling after suffocation. "Answer me," he speeds up his pace again, "answer me, y/n."
But you couldn't, there's nothing in your body that you trust right now especially your voice. He growls, unsatisfied with your silence which leads him to pulling your hair and pushing your back to the wall. You're almost embarrassed to see his eyes once more in the state you're in, overpowered by the despair of wanting nothing but to have Taehyung take you to your climax. Your eyes are begging for him, hell there were tears coming from them as he enters you again.
He cries out, "I want to fuck you all day long, would you let me do that?" He continues to carry you upward the wall and your weight would go down whenever he pulls himself from you. You nod and as he sees this, his head moves back to watch your body crumble before him, giving him no more than satisfaction. "Look at you desperate for my cock, such a fucking whore for me, aren't ya?"
In every "hm" he makes, he enters you harder and rougher, makes you want to stay silent. You bite your lip, feeling yourself come to a close. Your thighs pulling together like magnets, wrapping his waist while it shakes and he doesn't take one second to land your body on the couch, watching your orgasm hit you with spasms traveling your whole body. Taehyung wraps his cock in his hand, moving toward your mouth as he jerks himself off to his own orgasm. You take the spurts of his fluid landing on your tongue, his waist twitching while he groans for each drop of cum.
He sighs, falling onto the couch where your legs are still apart. He smiles at your nakedness, not giving a second thought as his middle finger enters you once more. Your body  sits straight, only to land on the sofa's arm. "You're so fucking pretty," he commented, his body hovering over yours again. He kisses you.
"I can't handle," you say before Taehyung cuts you off with another kiss, and another, and another, his finger in and out of you which as the minute grows only turns from pain into pleasure again.
"You're going to," he whispers and he kisses you again, until you're crying his name and he just studies the way you react to his slender finger. "So pretty, so, so," he curves his finger resulting to your second orgasm, "pretty." He makes sure you see his savoring your juices in his mouth, and once he was done lapping up his finger he puts them inside your lips, tasting nothing but his saliva.
"Do you get it now, y/n?" He unclasps your bra, and from then on he ignores your eyes. "This is why I run out of condoms."
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star33dust · 5 months ago
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My twstsona
makes wayy to many vine references and bad jokes
she will try to befriend everyone and everything which makes some people uneasy why is she so nice she must want something
one unexpected thing that came out of VDC is the friendship between her and Rook ---they are both enfps and they shared many interests; hunting, beauty/love, other worlds, discussing ideas, languages, and stalking people
Leona is very freaked about this development
has too many nicknames for him and others ( MGM mascot, the cowardly lion, roaring 20s)
bad puns and dad jokes everywhere
she unintentionally bonds with Jade because she asks him if he was “eeling well” and when he cracked up she kept going
she calls the ghosts Shadrak, Meshak, and Abednego (because of religion)
she once used Floyd’s squeeze to crack her spine and it is never talked about again
calls Lilia “abatlito”
over time has gotten passive aggressive to Crowley  “prefect I need you to infiltrate the faeries”   “very typical of you :)”
“I guess you are now Ruggie Gucci” “what is Gucci”
recited the guy fawkes day poem on the fifth
glows up after pomefiore chapter -- becomes more confident about keeping up with her studies and finally get a fem uniform from crewel instead of using an over sized one
sometimes gets really dirty because she is exploring the secret passageways at nrc don’t lie to me that is how Crowley pops in for “special lessons”
has called both Riddle and Vil “mom” and has a silent respect for both of them
planted apple trees at ramshackle with Epel’s help
Grim is babied, except for the time he burnt off her long hair in which case she got super mad at him
Ace and Deuce are the best fiends anyone could ask for ask she makes sure they know it
musical theater nerds with Azul
friendly/competitive with Azul; she wants him to be more moral, he wants her to be more cunning but they respect each other and banter back and forth
Jamil finds out about her through Azul
“the prefect damaged my plans so much” hmm if she can annoy Azul I can use her
had a crush on Jamil so bad she could not talk to him before break, now she is a lot more wary of him
she wants to help Jamil to get his freedom because “she supports him and that is a big thing in her country”  don’t tell her whats going on right now
bonds with Kalim so every time they see each other in the hallways they hug /touch cheeks like at the beginnignof VDC
loves the elephants at scarabia
freaks Cater out because she described his childhood without knowing it but it ends up being they had similar pasts
as a former epee fencer she sorta stalks Silver until she gets the courage to approach him but he knew
“are you going to come over and talk to me or are you gonna keep staring”
“oH hEllo SIlvEr”
Malleus calls her Goldie because they apparently name children after hair colors
She called him Loki until Grim came up with tsunotaro
not really friends with Idia because he finds her overwhelming and she just wants to figure out how his hair works
Disney nerd and when the boys make references to lines, she says the counterparts lines
has vibes like the svtfoe theme song (i only watched the first season)
can talk her way around almost anyone (except for Jack)
spits out ideas and half baked plans but is always surprised when her friend group goes with that no we are not moving all the furniture in the vip room 1 cm to the left to annoy Azul he will get mad at us and make me wash dishes   N O
private about her past life but sometimes a story will come out when she is knitting
Liked food: oreo cheescake
Disliked food: sauerkraut
height 166 cm
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chasingafterserendipity · 5 months ago
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A Different Angle
2020 was an endless loop of a roller coaster ride to me. And i hate roller coasters. Felt like it was so unfair, so draining and frustrating, but also filled with adventures. But what can you really do when you’re put in a situation that you can’t run from? You tackle them like a boss. 
I learned many things this year, through a  very hard way. 
First; I was left high and dry by the one and only person whom i wanted to spend my whole entire life with. Spent 4 years with him and it all ended like those 4 years never happened. I did not just lose him, i lost myself and my beautiful baby too, Oreo. It was painful. So painful it scarred me. Gave me episodes of anxiety attacks, and couldn’t catch breath at times. Started hurting myself physically, because i was loco for thinking that i could focus on the physical pain rather the the ones i feel in my chest. Maybe i was the toxic one, or maybe we were the reason it became toxic but after a few months, i managed to gather all my strength to let go, move on and accept the inevitable that i was avoiding for the longest of time. Never again - Fa.
Second; Realized that i was getting really sick in the head. I shut people out. Some days i even felt like i was worthless, some days his mean words and voice would play in my head, telling me how disgusting i am. I was always drunk, sad and tired. I was a mess. 
But then, i learned to seek for help.
Third; I went on a phase of changing partners while my emotions were all over the place, every 3 or 5 months. Well, as predicted, i fell for one soul, who was gonna go back to Germany. But i knew LDR wasn’t going to be good to me. So i had to let go again. 
Fourth; I was beginning to be okay. Still had a few episodes at night or while driving back home. But i was better. Couldn’t thank my friends enough for having my back and giving me all the support i need, i owe them, my life. 
Oh this was when COVID19 came... like a boss. I am going to tell my future kids all about this. 
Fifth; Work was becoming like a living hell to me. It was draining and i never looked forward to the next day. 
Sixth; Got better at work, performed better and i was becoming me again. Learned the power of ignoring unnecessary stress, i started working out, and doing the things that i love. I went out and fixed a weekend routine for myself. Suddenly the idea of doing things alone excites me!
Seventh;  Met a guy, let’s call him Grumps. He’s handsome, a big fan of John Mayer, always got his things planned ahead, healthy and positive. He brought me some sort of realization that i never knew i needed. Made me realize that life is how you decide to paint it. So i started painting it the way i think is best for myself. He made life looked so simple. 
At this phase of 2020, i started taking care of my body. I monitor my calories, i started working out more constantly, and i knew how to put myself first.
(Although i still had flashes of the past. Every once in a while)
Eighth; Number 8 was supposed to be “huat” but it wasnt so huat to me. It was the biggest hit in my whole entire life. Had to take a huge responsibility on top of my shoulders. It’s something that i feared the most, and it happened to me. My father had a bad stroke, ischemic stroke, an acute infarct (acute pontomedullary junction and medulla infarction). It affected his motor skills/mobility, his respiratory and even the swallowing part. I remember that day at the Emergency & ICU like it was just yesterday. Bad news after bad news, 2 months plus of going back and forth to the hospital, countless of sleepless nights. But God is Great. He helped me through the darkest moment of my life. He made me stronger, wiser and even more responsible of a lot of things i never knew i could handle all by myself. This is where i began to see life in a completely different angle. Never, ever, take things for granted. 
Nineth; Man, im losing my breath. So now, here we are, preparing ourselves to storm through 2021. I’m not gonna be super optimistic about 2021, but i am definitely looking forward to things getting better and to see what the new me is capable of. It’s probably going to be another long roller coaster ride but im ready, i know im much stronger and stable. Im ready for new adventures, new memories to make and capture, and most importantly, to save money *yikes.
2021 realistic goal list is as stated below:
1. Self Growth
To welcome 2021 humbly, and start with Doa
Explore film cameras
Practice making breakfasts twice a week (or at least start cooking again!)
Go for a jog / workout twice a week
Healthier food intake 
ASB Investment
Focus on spiritual work
Start planning/thinking for a business or anything to generate side income (must not rush)
Save money to travel (Pray hard Corona be gone)
Be more involved in giving back to the ones in need
To be kinder to myself 
Save more
Read more
Chess more
Have better sleeping schedule (almost impossible but will prioritize this more over outings) 
2. Travel
Turkey
Istanbul (Hagia Sofia, Blue Mosque, Sultanahmet Square, Grand Bazaar, Maiden’s Tower, Watch their cultural dance, Zeyrek Mosque ... more)
Cappadocia
Pamukkale
Greece
Santorini
Acropolis, Athens
Mykonos
Corfu
Rhodes Town
Bali
Yet to list down
Europe / Maybe New Zeland first
Yet to list down
... Stay tuned for more.  Life is short. You have to make the best out of it.
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hchan · 6 months ago
(pt.1) ahahaha aww! :’> that’s so great to hear and no worries about when you get back to me ahaha we all got lots of other things on our hands i’m sure of! ^^ and AHHH!! a very happy birthday to him! ^^ I hope he and you and your family all had a great time celebrating together! :’) and I absolutely agree! All the joy and love going around is always a pleasure to be around ^^ And aw having a lot of your family owning farms sounds really lovely!
HIIIIIIIIIIII💖
(pt.2) There’s a lot of farms around where I live and seeing them whenever I’m commuting is really like, there’s something about them that makes my heart really warm if that makes sense! :’DAND AHH did I shadow write this bc 👀👀👀 THAT’S A BIG MOOD AHAHA I’m a big introvert myself as well and in a way I’m a bit thankful to have so much time away from things to kind of mentally recharge I suppose? LIKE HAHA don’t get me wrong I absolutely love my friends but I’m also a bit of a homebody as well
(pt.3) and in a way I’m a bit thankful to have so much time away from things to kind of mentally recharge I suppose? LIKE HAHA don’t get me wrong I absolutely love my friends but I’m also a bit of a homebody as well >< and!!!!! I’M AN INFP AND A SCORPIO AS WELL AHHhHhh??? what a coinky dink! I also just did a couple things to find out my life path number and it’s 4! (from what I’ve read about so far I can’t say it’s 100% accurate to myself though! ahaha maybe 50/50 😂I’ll definitely look into
(pt4) it a bit more though!)AHH ME TOO they’re kinda dangerous for me 👀 but I can definitely say that more about stationary stores! 😂😂😂 atm I’m not working on anything specific in particular but I’m an art student and so you can definitely say that craft stores are kind of a second home to me LOL but I was mainly just checking out different kinds of mediums I can add to my paint! ^^ I’m definitely a big window shopper so I didn’t make any purchases this time haha :’D And AHH I feel that!
(pt5) That’s definitely a hard decision! >< I remember being curious about when they were dropping their season’s greetings this year and they had literally dropped them later that day and i was like!!!!  👀 I stayed strong and held off for this year since I was saving up to buy both versions of pt.2 (which pleasantly arrived today woohoo!!) But OOF if they had released an nct 2020 season’s greetings...... consider my bank account empty LMAO And yes I love playing games! Ooh I’d say ac is
(pt6) definitely a favourite since I’ve been playing the series since I was a kid but hMM at the top of my head, I also really like botw, undertale, earthbound, maplestory and osu! ^^ hbu do you like any other games?  (and ooh if you ever get ac, feel more than welcome to add me! ^^ I’ll gift you some cute stuff on there hehe ^^) AND OOOOOH HORROR!!! horror’s a lot of fun! do you have any favourite horror movies? I can’t say I’ve watched a whole lot of horror recently (I actually watched Eli
(pt7) around Halloween and it was alright! Definitely worth a watch with the slow unravelling of everything! ^^) but my favourites would probably the two It movies! I’d also definitely recommend anything from A24! I haven’t watched a whole ton of horror from them other than Hereditary but they do have a pretty solid selection and from what I’ve seen from some of their non-horror titles, their film quality is just 👌👌 (I also watch this really great horror movie based youtube channel and they do
(pt8) mainly film summaries/reviews and they’re a lot of fun to watch since they do a lot of lesser known films too ^^) I’ve also been meaning to watch the original Suspiria movie! The cinematography in it is super beautiful 🥺 I’m also a big chill/r&b/lofi fan as well! 🥺 perhaps to go with your gift, I’ll also throw in a playlist of recs for you! ^^ and I’d absolutely love to hear some of your favourites! Ahh absolutely! Cooking for others is always such a sweet gesture :’D also here’s a
(pt9) recipe for you! Unfortunately tumblr won’t let me send links but! if you google betty crocker cake mix crinkle cookies, it should be the first result! It’s my go to recipe for everything whether it’s someone’s birthday, there’s an event going on at school or if I just feel like making something easy and sweet! There’s also only 4 ingredients (plus vanilla if you want but it’s not necessary) and you can use any flavor of cake mix or even add additional chocolate chips/fillings if you want! ^^
(pt10) I’ve tried it with red velvet cake mix and white chocolate as well as with vanilla cake mix and crushed oreos and they always come out super great! ^^ And aw that’s okay! :’))) What song drew you to them? Oof personally I feel like an nct granny LOOOL I remember the day smrookies dropped jeno’s teaser photo and I thought he looked SO YOUNG (jokes on me tho bc I’m only about 6 months older than him HAHAHA) and yeah for sure!!! it’s so wholesome to see! ^-^ AND!!! absolutely xiaojun this era
(pt11) just.. let’s say he reALLY rode up my bias list in the shortest amount of time AHAHA and yesss 90s love was super cute! (my inner Canadian is thriving at the whole hockey concept LOOL) and AHH when everyone else joined in and theY ALL SANG FROM HOME TOGETHER I JUST- a single tear definitely escaped HAHA AND AHH OF COURSE Faded in my last song definitely takes the cake too and I’d say the same with Music, Dance and Deja Vu too!! Honestly their whole album is such a great time ahh :’) AND!!!
(pt12) AW I think you’re super fun too!!!!!! (AND SUPER SWEET??? I’M- I don’t know hOw many times I’ve had to stop myself from accidentally liking a post of yours (your gifs are lovely!) or following you BUT!!! expect a lot of that when I reveal myself LMAO) :’>>>> fjghdkjhfg Talky squad! ^^ And that’s great to hear!!!! My heart stOPPED when I sent each one bc tumblr didn’t give me the mssg that they sent and I FREAKED OUT AHAHAHA and that’s great to hear! and aw that’s really sweet that you guys
(pt13) got to chat! And thank you! My day is going quite okay thanks! a little downside is that my work contacted me this morning and said there were a couple positive cases at one of my job sites when I worked a couple weeks ago so at the moment I’m chilling in my room for the next few days just in case. I’ve been feeling just fine so I’m hoping all will be well soon! On the positive side, my albums arrived today and I pulled a Xiaojun pc and died aHAHA and I’m really loving all the freebies
(pt14) that came with it! Stickers are always a delight to get :’)) (even tho I’m usually too scared to use them! xD) I also got a chance to talk to some kind people at work and that’s always nice! ^^ and aw that’s so great :’000 i’m really happy you guys had a great time and got to eat yummy food!!!!! Here’s also a burning question for you! Do you possibly have a favourite hyuck era? Asking for research purposes ofc hehe 👀👀👀
(pt15) hope your day is going swell so far! p.s. will try my best to keep these a bit shorter bc i can only send 5 asks per hr :’o + also you're an infinite fan aaa!!!!! i used to be a big fan back in the day hehe - ss☃️🎄
Thank you!!! we did have a great time :>
Farms are fun, I just love spending time away from the city sometimes hahaha KJFNDVKJDNK yes, I honestly am ok with being at home for long periods of time (huge homebody here), but it’s been a year already and I just want to go out and sit under the sun for a few minutes HAHAHAH (for a few minutes only bc I usually can’t stand being directly under the sun OTL) 
OOOOHHH INFP Scorpio twins eheheh, when’s your birthday??? must have been recently so I’m wishing you a late happy birthday💕 and yes, I need to look a bit more into numerology as well because I have no idea what my number means fdkjndfk. 
OMG!!! an art student!!! That’s so cool :< I hope I get to see some of your art after the event! eheheh. What’s your favorite medium? Favorite thing to draw/paint? :) 
I was so curious too!!! I loved NCT Dream’s Season’s Greetings concept last year! and I don’t have any NCT merchandise so I just jumped in for it this year kjdfnkdvfk I liked both concepts but I decided to get 127′s! BOTH VERSIONS OF PT.2!!! EXCITING! Whic PCs did you get??? (Also who is (are) your bias(es)??? omg dkfjnfvkjd) !!!!!!! I absolutely love botw too!! and I play osu as well :D but lately I’ve just been playing Genshin Impact and Overwatch! (OMGGG  I’ll definitely let you know if I do!!!) 
I know Hereditary!!! I haven’t watched it yet! but I have watched The Witch from A24 and it was really interesting! (which youtube channel? o: I love watching movie analysis videos!!) LKFDNKFDMFL and yes, please, I love getting songs recs, discovering new music is so fun! I’ll share here some songs that I’ve been listening to a lot lately!:
Nlve x Sam Kim — Like a Fool
DPR LIVE — Jam & Butterfly
SOLE — haPPiness
eaJ x Seori — It just is
eaJ x keshi — Pillows
Woosung — Face
OMG I just watched a video that showed similar looking cookies!!! they look so yummy! I’ll save this recipe and maybe I’ll try to bake some for Christmas eheheh thank you!!!!
I knew of NCT since their debut but AHAHAHA you see, I felt a bit funny because I’m older than many members JKFNDJK so I avoided them until around Superhuman/Boom when some friends exposed me to their music during a trip we made for a Got7 concert, a week with them was enough for me to go back home straight to search more about NCT, and here I am now : D 
AND YESSSS when they all joined to sing From Home on the stage :((( I’m also about to cry each time I watch the  MV for the rearranged version KJNVFNKD (omg!! I’ve always wanted to go to Canada! I can imagine the hockey concept was exciting ahahah) but yeah! I absolutely agree, love love LOVE the album!
Awww :< <3 that’s SO relatable LMAO I was just saying to my friends the other day “don’t you sometimes get the urge to like your own anon on you event person’s blog????” AHAHAH thank you for thinking my gifs are lovely;; I just started giffing this year and it’s been really fun so far :D 
Oh god :(( I hope you’re okay! that sounds a bit scary;; please take care :< but I’m glad that your albums got there and that you got to talk to nice at work! (stickers are always great!!! yes!! though I tend to save them and never use them as well ahahah)
FAVORITE ERA? god that’s a difficult question KJFNDVKJ well, my favorite Dream song is MFAL but I have no idea if it’s my favorite era...... I also really really really liked Superhuman (his silver hair????? gorgeous) so maybe those two would be the answer kjndfkdk and yes!!! I’ve been an Infinite fan since their debut! and Sunggyu was my bias until Haechan happened hahahah (I’ve been a kpop fan since around 2008 :        D hbu???) I think I asked here earlier but who’s your NCT bias/es?? o: are there any other kpop groups that you really like? :)
BIG EDIT: RIDIN’ ERA HAECHAN IS A BIG FAVORITE TOO his hair was at a beautiful length and that eyebrow piercing.............*cries*
Big edit 2: .......ridin’ is the favorite era, I stil like MFAL as a song more, but Ridin’ era haechan is......deadly
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