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blossomthepinkbunny · 1 month

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Vivzepop will always be the biggest issue with her own show if she doesn't change. And i'm not saying that because I desperately want to shit on her but rather because it's so clear that her attitude is what made Hazbin Hotel be so dissapointing after the long wait. The pilot released four years ago and Viv had these characters for much longer than that. One could assume that with this much time on her hands she would have a concise plan for how a series of her story would play out (I can imagine that having an own show is a dream for lots of creative people out there). And I get that that plan might get screwed up by a shorter episode count then expected, but she should be the one who knows her story best and who should know what stuff could also be cut out. The first season of Hazbin Hotel is so incredibly overstuffed with characters and plot that it completely looses the main premise the show was originally pitched with (the idea of a hotel were sinners are redeemed. As it is now the hotel is really not important at all). People have talked endlessly about how Viv can't handle criticism and it really sucks because criticism is one of the best ways to improve your writing, drawings, music etc. Without criticism you won't refine the thing you're working on in a meaningful way. Of course it feels bad when you put something out there you wanted to share and then people critique it, but that's part of pretty much every creative journey, or atleast it should be and Vivzepop shouldn't get a pass from this just because she doesn't like it. And there are great shows, movies or books that are rarely or almost never criticised. But the artists behind these works probably went trough years of honing what they do by being criticised for the stuff they put out. And I don't want to say that Vivzepop didn't work hard to make Hazbin Hotel, but it is hard to claim that she improves in her craft, when everytime someone says they don't like her show she throws a hissy fit. She wants the same reactions that these other amazing pieces of media get without ever listening to criticism. Which she sees as a personal attack rather than a tool that could help her to achieve the same level of writing prowess the creators behind media like that have. She believes she is already on the same level as them, just because she basically shuts anyone out who disagrees with her. There's this clip at the end of a Drew Gooden Video which I think sums up the situation with Viv pretty good (the Video is called "Leaving the YouTube Bubble"). He is talking about Lily Singh and her talk show but I feel like a lot of the stuff he says about handling criticism applies to Vivzepop as well.

(you might have to turn up the audio).

Unprofessional behaviour like that might be excusable when the creator is pretty young or they are interacting with publicity for the first time really. But neither of that applies to Viv. And Hazbin Hotel isn't just an indie animation pilot on youtube anymore. It's now a fully realized show created with a pretty prominent studio on a major streaming network and it should be held to the same standards as other shows or movies alike (not saying indie animation or animation on youtube doesn't have a standard but with more budget and support, there's obviously going to be different expectations for the show now). There have been issues in Helluva Boss and the Hazbin Hotel pilot ever since their release which could've been handled with more time and the new show. But Vivzepop shows time and time again that she isn't willing to listen to people who criticise her, which could actually lead to her show getting better. I don't like Viv or her work a lot. I think she is incredibly unprofessional and she has done her fair share of questionable or problematic stuff, which often leads to issues in her shows. There have been some characters I like, some songs or scenes that were pretty well done, very cool animation and an actually interesting premise on paper in HH and HB. There are things that make me come back to these shows to watch the next episode. And i'm obviously passionate enough about these shows to make whole posts about what I think was done badly and what could be changed. But for the aspects of HH or HB I enjoy, there are soo many more problems I have with it. Problems that won't go away unless Viv stops seeing every criticism as a personal attack. Because if Vivzepop doesn't stop acting like her writing is some unreachable stuff that needs no changes I don't really see a point in assuming that these shows will ever get better.

#vivzepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #i dont support vivziepop

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be-missed · 6 months

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Bad for Business

Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

(picture not mine)

Summary: After receiving a text message from her manager, what would Jenna do? Will she and Y/N can still fix their friendship?

Warning/s: curse words.

A/N: Part 3, thanks for waiting, noticed you liked this one. Emma Myers is the Emma. Also, give me a name for Y/N's best friend, please.

Masterlist

Cool About It (Part 1) | Nothing To Lose (Part 2)

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Jenna is currently sitting on the sofa on her manager's office.

"What is your problem Jenna? You have invited a big crowd and thank heavens we don't need to delete much picture from the both of you because they were so surprised from what you did. We only have a few twitter and tiktok accounts that still post what happened." Jenna's manager told her as he seats in front of the girl.

"I'm sorry..."

The only words that came out from Jenna's mouth ever since she was brought by her manager from Y/N's unit to the office, because inside her head, she goes back to the moment where Y/N admitted her feelings. She could've react differently instead of being silent, she could've agreed to Y/N and talk to her, or maybe she can kiss Y/N to prove that she also wants to kiss the girl, or maybe just maybe, she doesn't pull the shit from the park and just watched a movie.

There are so many 'what if's' and 'could've been' that's running inside Jenna's mind not until the voice of her manager removed her from her thoughts.

"Do you understand? We just need you to follow what we said and we will be alright" Jenna's manager said and looked at her intently, looking like he will never take a no for an answer.

Jenna then just nodded her head and quietly said "yes."

Jenna's team was now fixing the table and the papers that were scattered on the table not until Jenna broke the chaos "Please don't contact Y/N anymore. I don't need you in her business." She said and looked intently to her team, and directed it to her manager.

A long pause was given, half-heartedly, her manager nodded. That made Jenna feal at ease somehow, because she doesn't want Y/N to get stress about this issue, it is all her fault anyway.

Even though Jenna doesn't quite remember what are the rules that her manager and her team gave her, she just go with it, because it's normally lesser public appearance, lesser use of her social media, and sadly, lesser meet-ups with Y/N. She thinks she can handle it, because in a few week, she'll be back to filming Wednesday S2 and just will be facetiming Y/N. If Y/N will answer, she thinks.

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Jenna was now in her bedroom, tired after the long night that she had. Fumbling with her phone, thinking if she should text Y/N and ask her about what happened, Jenna was pulled out from her thoughts by a facetime call, it is Emma.

"I WAS RIGHT" Emma said, "I WAS RIGHT YOU LIED TO ME, HOW COULD YOU?"

Jenna was stunned because what the fuck is Emma talking about, she have no idea, "What are you talking about?" Jenna asked with full curiosity.

"You and your long time friend who owns the coffee shop inside the studio is dating!" Emma exclaimed like stating the truth, Jenna then replied "No, no, what do you mean?"

"Like bestie, your proposal in the lake is all over the internet right now, I should congratulate you, or not I guess" Emma stated as she started to send screenshots to Jenna from twitter to tiktok. Jenna then shakes her head "No, this can't be, my team deleted all the pictures and articles about this." Jenna was slightly panicking because she thought that her team have deleted any pictures and articles from the proposal.

"I'll call you later I promise, bye" Jenna ended the call without giving Emma a chance to reply and reactivated her twitter account just to see what Emma is talking about, and the other girl was right, the both of you are trending.

In her search list, the words that was associated to the both of you are I knew it, dumbass, and Her loss.

She saw tweets like stating that they knew it from the start that Jenna and Y/N was in a relationship, another tweet said that Y/N was dumb to reject Jenna, and some were begging Jenna that if she proposed to them they will say 'yes'. But Jenna thought, they are not Y/N, they are not the person that she likes.

After opening Twitter, she went straight to tiktok and search her name, which is probably not the right thing to do but she wants to see what people say to you, the last thing that she wants is for the general public to hate you and blame you.

And with that, almost all of the videos of Jenna and Y/N are edited with the song Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift. Captions in the videos are quoting the lyrics from "You won't remember all her Champagne Problems" to "I can patch up the tapestry that she shred." She also saw some comments in the video saying "she's fucked in the head" pertaining to Y/N.

That broke her, why are you getting all the hate if it is all her fault? You don't deserve this madness that she brought to your life because all you did was to bring her sunshine and be the silver lining to every dark cloud that she had. You were right, she thought.

Jenna then calls her manager and he answered fast "I thought you all deleted the pictures and the news? What happened now?" Jenna said full in rage, angry for what the public is labeling you as, "I thought you agreed?" Her manager replied "We would not delete the pictures and the news, but we would let it grow, we can handle it anyways, we just need to get Y/N out of the picture and make sure that she will not be part of any narrative. That woman is bad for business Jenna, we're telling you."

That stunned Jenna, all the time that they were talking inside the office she was so occupied with thoughts of you that she fucking agreed with this shit where you are scrutinized. Jenna then starts to cry and ended the call. What she did next will probably make her manager more angry with her.

She went out of her bedroom, grab her coat, grab her keys, ride her car, and drove to your apartment.

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Currently in your apartment, you are with you best friend trying to read all the shit that was thrown into you in the internet. You told her the whole story and she thought that was a shit move for Jenna, because not only her manager hated you, but now, almost all of the people in the world hated you.

"I told you Y/N it was a bad idea to go that day didn't I?" your best friend told you proving a point but you can't even focus on her voice because you were so drowned out with your own thoughts that was coming in like a flood.

Your best friend kept on talking and talking until they noticed that you were just spacing out and sat next to you and pulled you in a hug which you gladly melt in to, "I'm sorry this is happening, I didn't mean to blame you, but your friend is fucking shit."

A knock to your door was heard which your best friend gladly attend to. Opening the door they were so stunned for seeing who is in the other side, Jenna.

"What do you need?" your best friend tells Jenna, which she answered "I need to talk to Y/N please." Your best friend just looked at Jenna not until your voice was heard from the inside telling that Jenna should come in.

"You have the guts to show up here, make this right." Your best friend threatens Jenna and left the apartment leaving you and Jenna alone.

"I'm sorry" Jenna started, looking at your back. You tap the empty space beside you and that is where Jenna is walking to, seating beside you.

"I wanna blame you for everything Jenna." Y/N blurted out, not facing Jenna, "I wanna blame you for everything that is happening right now." Y/N lets out a heavy sigh.

Jenna answered "I know, I know, and I'm sorry, I should be the one who gets to be blamed, I don't know what to say, I'm really just sorry and I wanted to tell that you were right." Jenna is now trying to stop the tears from falling while she looks at you, "Y/N please, look at me, just tell me what to do for you to forgive me, I'll do it, please" Jenna begs.

Y/N looked at Jenna with so much pain in her eyes, "be gone."

Seconds have passed, Jenna was too stunned to even speak, still processing what you said.

"No, Y/N please no, this can't be" Jenna said, "This was what your manager wanted in the first place, he wanted me out of the picture ever since you blow up. I don't fucking blame him for that because who am I, right? But this is not the way I imagined it" Y/N looked so defeated in Jenna's eyes. Y/N was willing to give up their friendship, even if it's not what she wants.

"No, that's not gonna happen Y/N, you are my best friend and I can't just leave you hanging, getting all the scrutiny from the media, from the public. This is entirely my fault, please, don't ask me to leave." Jenna plead, because that was the last thing that Jenna wats to do, to leave you.

"Jenna we can't be friends okay, don't you understand? You leaving me would benefit the both of us; it will benefit you since there will be one less problem to your management and it will benefit me because it can possibly help me to move on from you." Y/N said with a sad smile.

"Move on? The hell are you saying? There will be no moving on for you because..." Jenna said, making Y/N confused "because I like you too. I like you too, just like how you like me Y/N."

Y/N laughed "Stop with the pity Jenna, I know you are sorry but you don't need to tell me that you like me to give me a proper closure."

"No, but I'm not lying Y/N, I swear to God, I like you too and I'm just too scared to admit it to myself because I got so scared for what will happen to me, to us, to our friendship." Jenna said, trying to convince Y/N, but Y/N won't budge and just shakes her head.

"Jenna it's okay, you don't need to lie, I understand" Y/N said standing up from the sofa.

"But you don't understand Y/N, I like you, for real, without a doubt. Even before this shit happened, even before that dinner in our house, that night stroll in K-town, the first picture of us from the public, even before my manager knew you; I liked you since then" Jenna said standing up and getting a hold of your hand.

Y/N started to shake her head and retracted her hands from Jenna's hold "This can't be Jenna" Jenna then answered "How can you not believe that I like you Y/N."

"Because I'm just me Jenna, I'm just me and you're you. I mean, you can find someone who's better than me and who will be good for your name, but I'm just me Jenna" Y/N explained.

"But that's it Y/N, I like you because you are you, and I wouldn't want to like anyone because they are not you," Jenna said and continued "Please just tell me what can I do, please."

Y/N sat on the far side of the sofa, her mind twirling with the words that came out from Jenna's mouth. She's very glad that Jenna likes her back, but the damage was done, the media hates her, Jenna's manager hates her, and the public hates her. But most importantly, Jenna hurt her.

"I honestly don't know Jenna" Y/N confessed "You hurt me, and I don't know what to do. The public also despise me, and your manager hates me."

Jenna then kneels beside Y/N and said "I know, I know. I'm gonna tell you how sorry I am and I will apologize until you forgive me but I also know that it isn't enough for you to forgive me. The damage is big and let me just think of a way to handle it. As for my manager, let me just think again." and chuckled looking at you.

Y/N knows to herself that a simple apology from Jenna will make all the pain go away, but this is different, Jenna really hurts Y/N's feelings.

Y/N gave a sad smile to Jenna which Jenna gave back, she rested her head at Y/N's thigh and dropped a light kiss on her knees. Y/N tried to relax in the seat and puts her hand on Jenna's hair and caress it that makes the other girl relax too.

Minutes of silence have passed until Jenna bounced between Y/N's thighs and opened her camera.

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked Jenna and the other girl answered "I'm gonna do something. You just need to stay still, okay?"

Jenna puts her phone down, directed to your indoor slippers since the both of you decided to buy a matching indoor slippers because "it's cute", and captures it.

It surprised Y/N "Okay, what the fuck was that for?" Jenna then answered Y/N "Since my management is not dropping any statement and I didn't sign any contract to get you out of my life, I will be the one to make an announcement."

Y/N questionably looked at Jenna, not sure on what Jenna will do with the picture, not until Y/N saw Jenna opened her Instagram account.

"Jenna, NO." Y/N said while trying to get Jenna's phone, but Jenna knows that Y/N will gonna do so Jenna pushed Y/N away from her and starts to type.

Y/N then surrender, both of her hands up in the air and said "Okay, I'm not gonna get your phone, but please just tell me what you're doing."

Jenna then situated her phone between the both of them and made Y/N read what she typed.

With a surprised look Y/N said "Are you fucking insane? Are you sure? What the hell are you thinking?"

"Please trust me on this." Jenna said with a smile and Y/N just nodded and answered "This doesn't mean I forgive you" and Jenna bring her phone down and looked at Y/N directly and said "I know, I will do my best to earn your forgiveness and trust me back, I just hope you still love me then."

And that made you smile, because you know in your heart, you will always love Jenna, "I will promise to love you" Y/N answered with a small smile.

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In his office, Jenna's manager was reading what Jenna posted and it is a picture of Jenna and someone's feet, but boy does he know who it belongs

After seeing the post, Jenna's manager can feel the nerve on his right lobe pulsated with what he saw. Because what the fuck is this?

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A/N: Thanks for waiting, I hope this satiated you all. Just play nice with the ig post please. I feel like I'm gonna have a headache, lol. I also don't know if I tagged the right people, I'm sorry.

People who wants to be tagged (I hope I get to tag you all):

@lilbitdepressed27 @jusnough @stalinf @mirage018 @geed-3 @atlafanforlife @adam-malkov @belatrixdragon @ijustlovemaths @canvascoloredin

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #fiction #fanfic #jenna ortega imagine

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hanni-bae44 · 21 days

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Title: The Office Feud (Wooyoung)

Pairing- Wooyoung x fem!reader

Genre- office au, coworkers, kinda e2l, fluff

Word Count- 4.1k

Summary- Your office feud with Wooyoung ended in the best way possible. Right under the mistletoe.

A/N- ik it’s not Christmas rn but I started to watch The Office and got inspired so I wrote this baby hehe >:)

Everyone was lively in the office around this time of year. And while it was nice to see that for a change, you didn’t quite feel the same holiday cheer.

Impatient, you brought your favorite work mug up to your lips and sipped on your coffee that barely had time to cool. You basked in the bitterness that felt familiarly like how you felt right now as you watched everyone fall under the joy of Christmas.

It has been a little over a year since you’ve moved to the city. You moved here on a whim and landed a good office job soon after, settling as a sales representative. You threw yourself at both your day job and side job. When you weren’t at the office, you crocheted for your small Etsy shop which took up most of your time. Your lack of social life never bothered you that much, but now that it was the holidays, you were starting to feel the loneliness settle in. Times ten.

For the Christmas party at work today, you wore a tacky yet festive sweater that had Will Ferrell dressed as Buddy the Elf on it. Although you loved the movie, you didn’t quite love this sweater that you’ve owned since you were a teen. It was just for one lame work party anyway. There was no use to bother shopping.

“What’s with the face? Cheer up girl, it’s Christmas,” Jennie nudged you as she joined you in the break room. She was making herself a cup of tea when she noticed your sour mood and pursed lips.

If there was anyone you were close with at work, it was Jennie. She was the receptionist and great at her job. She was practically your only friend if work friends counted.

Right as you were about to respond, her boyfriend showed up and kissed her cheek, now standing beside her all lovey-dovey. Yunho was always the PDA type. As immune as you were to them flaunting their relationship at work, today just left you feeling insanely bitter. Even more so than Valentine’s Day. And that was saying something.

“It's just lonely this year,” you sighed, twisting at the charms on your bracelet for comfort. It was the last gift your parents gave you before you left. You missed your family but it was impossible to fly back in the snow this year. You thought escaping the outskirts of your small town would make you more happy but that wasn’t the case. You were unhappy there but at least you had your family there. At least you had your dog— Rose— there. In the city, you had no one to come home to. No one to talk to when you weren’t at work.

“You could spend Christmas with me and Yunho. We're just going to open presents and watch movies all day but still, it’s more fun than spending it in an empty apartment,” Jennie offered, looking back at her boyfriend for approval. “Right babe?”

Yunho's face was blank and it was obvious what his answer was before he even said it. “You know there’s another person here who is spending the holidays alone. Maybe you could spend it with him,” Yunho said, earning an elbow to the stomach from Jennie. It was obvious who Yunho was talking about.

Wooyoung.

The only other guy in this office that didn’t have family in the city. The only other guy that was single. The only other guy who made it known that he was spending the holidays alone.

The guy you disliked.

And although Wooyoung was a hardworking employee with a high sales record, he also drove you insane. His desk was right behind yours and he loved to make snarky comments on everything you did. Working with him wasn’t entirely terrible but it also wasn’t entirely pleasant. He could've definitely be a bit nicer though.

“It’s fine,” you assured Jennie. “Thanks for the offer but I’d rather be alone than be a third wheel. I’ll probably just bake some cookies and watch Elf or something. You guys have fun without me.”

“If that’s what you want,” Jennie sighed, clinging onto her boyfriend’s arm. “But if you need anything or just want to talk, call me okay?”

“Sure. So are you guys excited for the gift exchange today?” you asked, attempting to change the subject. Nothing was more depressing than talking about spending the holidays alone with a couple in love. You took another sip of your bitter coffee.

“Not really, I wish they’d stop making us do these things. Last year, I got a Bob Ross chia plant. Like what am I supposed to do with that? Watch me get a keychain or something my secret santa found in their junk drawer last night while I actually put effort and went out of my way to buy a new gift,” Jennie narrowed her eyes as she ranted.

“Hey, you said you liked Bob Ross.” Yunho nudged her, getting defensive again over last year’s gift exchange.

“Yeah, his paintings. What the hell was I supposed to do with a Chia plant of his head?”

You bit back a smile. Secret santas were never fun and always more stress than it was worth. While last year’s secret santa led to a happy ending for Yunho and Jennie, that wasn’t the case for most people. Your company just loved to torture their employees with this ridiculous tradition.

After a while of watching Yunho and Jennie bicker, you decided to cut the tension. “So who did you guys get for your secret santa?”

“I got Hongjoong. That guy is tough to get a gift for but I got him a tie,” Yunho said.

“I got Jongho,” Jennie seethed, which made Yunho snicker. “That guy gets on my nerves but unlike him, I’m a decent person so I got him a karaoke machine since he likes to sing. Hopefully he’ll stop breaking out into songs at work once he receives it. I’ve had enough of his singing. Anyway, how about you, girl? Who did you get?”

You sighed at the reminder of the one guy you couldn’t stand. “I got Wooyoung.”

Jennie gasped.

Yunho’s hand flew to his mouth.

The irony, you were aware.

But before they could say anything, you all saw Wooyoung in the corner as he made his presence known. Speak of the devil. And you didn’t even have to say his name three times before he popped up.

“What is that? Your fourth cup? It’s not even noon yet,” Wooyoung taunted as he walked near you to get to the coffee machine. He began to brew himself a coffee too, then leaning back against the counter to reel in your scowl. “So what were we talking about?”

Your eye drifted down to Wooyoung’s tacky Christmas sweater with a Santa Claus graphic in the middle, with the words “I do it for my Ho’s” embellished in rhinestones around the face. You’d admit, the sweater was quite funny and made you laugh this morning, but now that your sleepiness wore off, all you saw was an annoying sweater worn by an annoying man.

“I should get back to work,” Jennie apologetically smiled, waving at you as she dragged her boyfriend out of the break room too. Even your coworkers were tired of seeing you bicker with Wooyoung.

“Look at that, just your presence alone drove my favorite people away,” you glared at Wooyoung.

He shrugged. “Maybe they just got tired of talking to you. You are quite a Grinch in the mornings. It’s the holidays, shouldn’t you lighten up a bit?”

“I’ll lighten up once you stop commenting on everything I do. And for the record, it’s my second cup of coffee. Not fourth, second.” You didn’t know what argument you were trying to win or what point you were trying to make but you just wanted to rub it in his face that he was factually wrong.

“Okay sweetheart. My bad, your second cup of coffee. Is there a reason why you’re so angry today? Did one of Santa’s elves spit in your coffee?”

“No,” you huffed. “And stop calling me sweetheart.”

He chortled as he ripped open 5 packets of sugar at once into the coffee. He didn’t even stir it around but just swirled it in his hand. What a maniac, you thought. You didn’t comment on how he liked his coffee but something about all that sugar chilling at the bottom of the cup made your skin itch. “So any plans for the holidays?”

“Not really,” you settled on. “You?”

“Same,” he sighed. He was quieter now and looked at you like he had something important to say but instead he remained quiet as he stared down into his coffee mug.

You waved a hand in front of his face. “Are you okay there?”

“Yeah, we should get back to work.” It was as if your words knocked him out of his daze. He took a couple steps to leave but then stopped again, turning back to face you. “You were the last to use the printer. Refill the ink if you see it low,” he ordered as if he were in a higher position than you. He was just another sales representative and yet he always did stuff like this. He always acted as if he were better than you.

You heaved a sigh as you watched him walk away. And to think for a second you were actually worried.

What a jerk.

Near the end of the day, your coworkers huddled in the conference room for the annual gift exchange and Christmas party.

You spectated as all your coworkers exchanged their gifts to one another and pretended to like them. Jennie received a self care kit, Yunho received a teapot, Jongho received a karaoke machine, and etc. Some people switched their gifts, some didn’t. You didn’t really pay much attention after that until it got to your secret santa’s turn.

Your present for Wooyoung was wrapped in a box in the middle of the room. You took great pride in your wrapping and gift giving ever since you were a kid. Even now as you were forced to get Wooyoung a gift, you tried your best to make it look presentable. After all, his gift was the only gift you would be wrapping this holiday anyway.

You bit back a genuine smile as you watched Wooyoung rip open the wrapping paper. Even though he got on your nerves sometimes, you still respected him as a coworker. He sat across from you right now and although you’d never admit it, the dim office lighting made him look decent today. Perhaps it was just the jollyness of the holiday air but he looked okay in his tacky Christmas sweater.

“AirPods,” he stated the obvious, glancing up at you slowly. “This is way over the budget.” He seemed surprised and for once, there was no smug look on his face. Could he not even bother to smile? Was he even happy to have received such a gift? You couldn’t tell with that blank look on his face.

“I know, but I heard you lost yours so I figured you could use some new ones.”

You could hear your coworkers’ side comments. Their murmurs were along the lines of feeling both surprised and jealous. It wasn’t a secret that you and Wooyoung bickered a lot in the office. In fact, everyone knew of that which made it even more shocking that you went out of your way to get him a gift four times the budget.

“I did need them. Thank you.”

A couple more people went by before it was your turn. It was the last one left and placed in a medium sized gift bag and seemingly from Wooyoung as he encouraged you to open it.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the worst.

Wooyoung was a menace around the holidays. It was his favorite time of the year which meant he liked to have fun.

You’ve heard stories of the gifts Wooyoung liked to give and the last thing you wanted was to receive a bag full of coal in front of all your colleagues when you went out of your way to give him a thoughtful gift. Reluctantly, you stuck your hand into the gift bag only to pull out a toilet mug. Of all things, a toilet mug. A gag gift. Maybe it would be funny if you guys were actually friends but with how shitty he was to you lately, you’ve never been more insulted.

You kept your composure as you tried to ignore your coworkers who laughed. You were already holding in your tears all day from the loneliness you felt and now that you were met with this crappy gift, you wanted to cry. You weren't going to, but you wanted to. Instead, you cleared your throat. "Gee, thanks."

Wooyoung beamed. Oh, so now he smiled. He wasn’t happy when he received AirPods but he was happy to make a joke out of you in front of your colleagues, how rich. “I figured since you like to drink coffee so much, a toiled mug would be up your alley. And you know since coffee kind of looks like-"

“Gross. Don’t finish that sentence,” Jennie warned with a stern look on her face. And thankfully, Wooyoung listened to her as he leaned back in his chair, waiting for you to say something. Except you didn’t. You were speechless.

“I’ll trade you,” Mingi offered, his voice piercing the silence.

You peered over at Mingi's gift that sat in his lap. A coffee table book. Without another thought, you gave him the toilet mug, switching gifts. For some odd reason, Mingi was insanely happy to receive such a mug. At least it made someone happy.

You didn’t even spare Wooyoung another glance before Jongho clapped, signaling the end of the gift exchange.

For the next hour, everyone just chilled in the office and ate food while Christmas music played in the background. Jongho even broke out the karaoke machine Jennie gave him at one point, making the party all the more fun and loud.

You did good at avoiding Wooyoung for the most part. He tried to talk with you when you were at your desk but you went off on him and told him to leave you alone. Thankfully, he wasn’t persistent for once and did as you asked. You managed to ignore Wooyoung for the rest of the night after that as you escaped to the break room where it was more quiet. And a while later, Jennie and Yunho joined you too.

When it was getting late, you parted ways with your coworkers before clocking out. You put on your winter coat and headed to the elevators with Mingi’s coffee table book in your arm. At least you now had a decoration piece for your empty home. You’ve been living in your apartment for over a year now and you still haven’t gone decoration shopping. This was sad, you now realized.

You pressed the button to floor one, then took a deep breath. Please don't be so cold. The last thing you needed right now was for your face to freeze from the snow.

Right as the elevators were about to close, you saw a familiar hand hold the door open. Please, no. Not him. Not right now.

“Hey,” Wooyoung said as he stepped in.

Just great.

“Hi,” you reluctantly said.

Silence.

“So. Thanks again for the gift, I'll use them well.”

You nodded while you chewed on the inside of your cheek. Could this elevator open any slower?

“Also,” he began softly, turning to face you. “Jennie told me how insensitive my gift was. I didn’t think about how it could’ve come across that way. I’m sorry, I just thought it was funny since you like coffee and all.”

“It’s okay. Really.” It wasn’t, but it wasn’t like you expected him to read your mind. You were already having a shitty week and that damn toilet mug just sent you off.

“No it's not,” he insisted. “You went out of your way to get me AirPods and I got you a damn toilet mug… To tell you the truth, I originally got you this.” He pulled out a small jewelry box from the pocket of his pants. It was the charm of a rose. “I was going to give you this but then I don’t know, I thought it’d make me look too serious so I backed out and gave you a toilet mug instead. I know how much you miss your dog Rose at home, so here, a rose charm to add to your charm bracelet.”

He remembered. You’ve only ever mentioned your dog once to him but that was ages ago. Yet he remembered. “I love it, thank you.” You chewed on your bottom lip as he closed the box again. And since your hands were full, you asked him to put the box in your purse which he did.

The moment the elevator door opened, a tear trailed down your cheek. You tried to wipe it but there was so much in your hands that you couldn’t. Right as you got out of the elevator, Wooyoung stepped in front of you and the next thing you knew, his hands were at your cheek and his thumb was gently wiping away the tear.

“Wooyoung,” you mumbled, your heartbeat quickening by the second. It felt so foreign to stand so close to him like this. “What are you doing?” His hand was still at your cheek, and it felt so soft and warm. You’ve never felt more vulnerable in front of him and yet you couldn’t even find it within yourself to push him away.

“I’m sorry.” His hand fell back down to his side as he took a step back. “I know how hard it's been for you the past year and all I’ve done is make it hard for you. I only ever just wanted to befriend you. I guess I just didn’t know how to do it.”

While you were confused at where this was all coming from, you didn’t press on it. “It’s fine,” you assured him. “You get on my nerves sometimes but at the end of the day, you only ever push me to be my best self at work so it all checks out.”

“You mean that?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “It’s all good. Just be a little nicer to me from now on, yeah?”

He softened at that. “Sure. Sorry for making you mad today at your desk too.”

“Honestly I was more mad at myself than at you. I was already having a bad week so that dumb toilet mug just made me take it out on you. You didn’t do anything entirely shitty.” You began to walk towards the exit of the building and he followed, even opening the door for you. “Anyway, thanks for the toilet mug earlier but also no thanks. Hopefully Mingi will like it better,” you teased. “I really do appreciate the rose charm though, I miss her alot. So thank you for that.”

“I figured. You always look at her framed picture when your eyes strain at the desk,” he casually said before blowing air into his hands to warm them up.

You raised a brow. “What, do you watch me when I work or something?”

“Not in a creepy way. Just sometimes I look at you to see what you’re up to. Sometimes I consider writing you up for not working,” he joked.

You rolled your eyes. “How nice of you to not write me up then.”

He smiled, feeling more at peace now as the tension between you and him melted away unlike the snow that surrounded you both. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Wooyoung.” As you looked at him, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty his eyes twinkled under the moonlight. How pretty the mole under his eye sat. Right as you were about to say goodnight, you felt a snowflake fall on the book that was in your arms. You looked up at the sky to see more snow fall and then you saw it. A dangling mistletoe. And you were standing under it. With Wooyoung.

Since when did your company put up a mistletoe in front of the entrance? It wasn’t there this morning.

You glanced back at Wooyoung hoping he didn’t realize what you just saw but to your dismay, he did. Your heart began to race at the thought of kissing Wooyoung. Even with your squabbles, it was always hard to completely hate him. Because as annoying as he could be, you've always found him insanely attractive. Even if he was wearing his tacky “I do it for my Ho’s” Christmas sweater right now.

“A mistletoe.” Wooyoung spoke first to fill the silence. He was always one for speaking the obvious.

“Yeah.” You didn’t know what else to say.

Wooyoung looked at you with an unreadable expression, biting on his bottom lip. “Are you okay with a truce to mark this day?” He spoke slowly to watch the way your face reacted with each word. “To end this dumb feud once and for all? In light of the holidays.”

You inhaled sharply then searched his eyes for a sign that he wasn’t playing around. And for the second time today, Wooyoung’s words seemed to hold sincerity.

You really didn’t know where your confidence came from next as you dropped your things to take a step towards him, leaving only a couple inches of space in between your face and his. “If you’re asking if you can kiss me then yes,” you breathed.

His face was so close to yours and before you knew it, his hands were at your jaw and his lips were pressed against yours.

It was addicting how soft his lips were. You couldn’t believe that you were actually kissing Wooyoung outside your workplace right now. And under the mistletoe no less. It was intoxicating how his scent made you. Even though it was night by now, his cologne from the A.M. still lingered and it engulfed your senses fully. The kiss wasn’t passionate nor hot but it also wasn’t chaste. It was an in-between, a mix of the I’ve been waiting to do this for ages now, and the you taste better than I could ever imagine kiss.

You couldn’t believe you were actually kissing your not-so-arch-nemesis right now.

You were the first to pull away. The kiss was great. But what now? There was a stretch of silence where the both of you just looked into each other’s eyes, sharing tender smiles.

Until he cleared his throat. “Truce?”

“Yeah, truce,” you muttered. “I should probably go now though, it’s getting late.” You gestured towards the right where your apartment was. You didn’t want the night to end but you also knew you had to part ways before you said something dumb the future you would regret. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Wooyoung gave you a soft smile before walking the opposite direction down the street. As you watched his figure get smaller and smaller, you couldn’t help but get reminded of how he was spending the holidays alone too.

Screw it, you thought. It was now or never.

“Wait!” You ran up to Wooyoung with one last proposition. You were aware of how desperate you looked right now yet you didn’t even care. If someone were to tell you that you were going to ask out Wooyoung this morning, you would’ve laughed in their face. But things were different now. And you didn’t dislike him quite as much anymore. “Since we’re both going to be alone this Christmas, do you want to spend it with me? We can watch overrated Christmas movies together. Maybe even have a cooking battle or something too since you like to cook. The loser does the dishes?”

He was quiet for a moment with no expression but then his smile grew wide. “I’d never turn down a good competition.”

You bit down on your lip, not wanting to appear so excited. “Cool. Text me whenever then.”

“Sure.” Wooyoung didn’t even bother to conceal his smile. “It’s a date,” he said confidently.

“It’s a date," you repeated. And this time, you didn't hold back on your joy either.

Perhaps the holidays wouldn't be so bad after all.

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cucumberteapot · 10 months

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Ugh! I love how so unapologetically punk this film. Obviously, there's Hobie with his battle jacket and electric guitar, and his whole Vibe™ immediately comes to mind, but the subgroups of punk are so deeply entrenched throughout the entire movie.

Like Hobie's style, in particular, reminds me so much of how British punk fashion is accumulating old, worn, even ugly pieces of clothing and turning it into something cool. It's thrift stores. It's hand-me-downs. It's customisations. It's momentos from friends. Maybe even piercings done by friends. It's about taking things from different places and making them your own - which is exactly how Hobie ends up making the dimension travel watch. Another thing is Hobie's blue laces, which I've been told is punk-code for having killed a police officer. We as audience members can go back and forth on whether ATSV is a copaganda film or has its themes, but I believe that tiny detail about Hobie is huge for a film distributed from a country that often values authoritative institutions more than it citizens.

Gwen is implicitly trans and shaves half her head, which is, from my understanding, HUGE for trans women who experience gender dysphoria. A lot of Gwen's fashion and prom dress especially reminds me of Hayley Williams in the late 2000s-early 2010s. It's very experimental, which I feel matches her age and uncertainty about being Spiderwoman, her dad, and Peter's death.

There's also a lot of concept art for Gwen's hair where her side-cut becomes an undercut and she wears it in a pony tail or bun and I just think they're so cool - D especially.

Miles G Morales' design is so heavily inspired by alternative goth fashion and techwear - a mix of combat attire and hip-hop streetwear. It's loose yet slick with it's own customisations in the crown-cut collar and the spray-paint insignia, and incorporates high-advanced technology in the mask.

It's futuristic. A what-could-be. And specifically what Miles could've been if he wasn't bit by the spider. Another cool thing, I don't know if this is related but worth pointing out, is that Prowler wears a modified (leather, bomber, varsity??) jacket. That's kinda crazy for an superhero/anti-hero suit if you think about it. Most of the time you'll see Marvel or DC characters running around in a spandex suit or (for women) almost nothing at all. But like Hobie we see how Miles G styles himself even when he's disguised. Like I wouldn't be surprised if his outfit change was just turning the jacket inside out like a sukajan jacket.

ATSV has so many characters with the own specific styles and it's really nice to see where most franchises are all or nothing when it comes to character design aesthetics.

#man there's so many ways to be punk in this film whether it's alt or anarcho or garage etc #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #miles morales #spiderman #atsv #satsv #hobie brown #gwen stacy #miles g morales #spiderman across the spiderverse #prowler #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spider punk #spiderwoman #spider man #ghost spider

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fuckyeahisawthat · 28 days

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I've been obsessed with @demon-of-the-ancient-world's post about Paul bandaging his own wounds after the duel with Feyd ever since I saw it. Partially because I am pretty sure he would not be physically able to do it, but he sure would try. So have a little thing.

Eventually, he is able to stop giving orders and having them fervently obeyed long enough to limp over to the hallway leading out of the war room. With every step, he is figuring out how to better hide the limp. His side still fucking hurts.

Close to the relief of the cool dark hallway, he spots a familiar face. Mari, the medic from his old band of fedaykin. Her gaze falters as he approaches.

"Bandages," he requests. At least his voice is still coming out steady.

She fishes in her pack and pulls out a roll. Holds it out to him like an offering, her fingers retreating as soon as he takes it.

She'd once held him down with a knee on his back while she pulled a piece of shrapnel out of his shoulder. Now she is afraid to touch him.

"More," he rasps.

She produces another roll. That should be enough.

There's a little anteroom just off the main chamber. A few Fremen trail after him as he heads there.

"Guard the door," he says to no one in particular. "No one enters." He shuts them all out.

He doesn't remember what this room was used for, in the brief time that he had lived here. It's empty now, save for a stone platform that runs along one wall at waist height. He drops the rolls of bandages on the platform and sags against it.

As soon as he lets the control slip, a wave of nausea washes over him. His head is pounding, blood drying tacky and itchy on his face, and with every breath it feels like both knives are still inside him.

Focus. He hears it in his mother's voice. She taught him this, how to reach inside himself and master pain. Attention stretching inward, finding the nerve endings that are screaming and shutting them down. He'd practiced with an embroidery needle pricking his finger. This is a bit more than that.

He concentrates until everything still hurts, but not so much that he's going to pass out. Probably. Then he starts working the fastenings of his stillsuit loose.

He gets the shoulder straps released and the moisture seal broken at the main seam, but then he's stuck. Pulling the suit off his left shoulder requires raising his right arm, and that comes with a spike of pain and an abrupt tilt of the floor underneath him. He grabs the edge of the platform and has to spend some more time working on not passing out. Starting with his right shoulder proves no better; twisting his torso in that direction makes his vision gray at the edges.

He's leaning heavily against the stone platform trying to figure out what to do when there's a commotion at the door. He hauls himself into standing up straight just as a young man, wide-eyed and with blood all down the front of his stillsuit, gets shoved into the room. "Forgive me, Lisan al-Gaib," the man says. "The scarfless warmaster insists on entering."

It takes him a minute to realize who he is talking about. "Let him in."

The man retreats, and Gurney steps into the room. "My lord." His gaze takes in the bandages, the pathetic progress he's made on removing his stillsuit. He closes the door behind him. "If I may."

Paul nods.

As soon as Gurney peels the stillsuit back from his injured shoulder, he realizes he never could've done it alone. It's a two-handed job, easing his arm out of the garment, and he needs his one free hand to bite down on to keep from making noise.

Gurney helps him slide the suit down to his waist. His torso is painted with blood but there's nothing to clean it with now. Best to focus on keeping any more from coming out.

Together they bandage his side, then his shoulder. Gurney's hands are not unkind but they are pragmatic, efficient, not flinching away from his wounds but not lingering either. There is no talking save Paul telling him to wrap the bandage tighter.

He remembers a time, long ago. Sitting on a storage chest in the staging room of the parade grounds below Castle Caladan, watching Gurney help his father put his armor on.

There had been a surrender--of whom, he can't remember. He could not have been more than five or six at the time. Generals of the army they'd just defeated coming to sign the armistice agreement, but with enough resentment about it that everyone was nervous, and his father was wearing armor to declare peace.

There had been no talking then, either. Just Gurney moving practically around his father, an extra pair of hands for pauldrons and breastplate and greaves, while his father practiced the speech he was going to give under his breath, making subtle adjustments to tone and emphasis along the way. He doesn't remember the speech, only the feeling, Gurney preparing his father's body while his father prepared himself in other ways.

That is what is happening now.

Once they get his shoulder wrapped as tight as they can, Gurney helps him ease the stillsuit back on. Gurney still needs some direction to get it laced properly, the Fremen way, but having another pair of hands to pull the straps tight over his shoulders means he only has to grit his teeth, not spend time waiting for the room for stop spinning.

He takes a few test steps across the room. The bandage around his ribs restricts his breathing a little, but it makes walking slightly less painful. That will do.

He pulls himself up to his full height, straight-backed, head held high. The posture of an emperor. Ready for battle.

#dune #dune part two #paul atreides #whump #tumblr fic

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kanansdume · 8 months

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Look, I love Kanan Jarrus, I literally named this blog after him. I loved his relationship with Ezra and I AM glad that there was significant mention of Kanan from Ezra.

But.

I hate that Ezra's new lightsaber ended up just... a copy of Kanan's, both in its emitter and its color.

It's lazy. And it's so insulting to just... let Ezra make himself a new one and he just COPIES Kanan's rather than being able to make a saber that was uniquely his and spoke to the person he has become after everything he's been through, from losing Kanan to having to sacrifice himself to surviving Thrawn to spending so long on his own.

Ezra could have had a purple lightsaber, the first live action Jedi since Mace Windu to be given one, which allows him to stand out against Sabine and emphasizes that connection to his lineage through Kanan without being an exact copy of someone else's.

Or Ezra could've had white. This could've been an interesting and meaningful way of actually explaining the white sabers in mainstream Star Wars. Most casual viewers are going to have NO IDEA that the white sabers are "healed" crystals from red sabers. That lore is lost on people who aren't deep in this fandom. Ahsoka just wanders around with white sabers because... it's unique and it makes her look cool. No one's stopped in any of the shows she's been in so far to explain what they are or why she has them. (Yes, I know it came from the book but again, not EVERYONE has read the damn book and if they're going to use that particular piece of worldbuilding in the shows, I feel like they could go to the effort of explaining it on the shows, too.)

Ezra could've found a crystal somewhere on Peridea that had been corrupted by the dark forces of the Nightsisters that permeate the planet (which would also add to the lore of the planet just a little and actually connect it to the Nightsisters better given that it's apparently THEIR homeworld). Maybe he could feel just how broken it was and he could see that it was either red or a really sickly witchy green color and even though the darkness in it repulsed him, the crystal also called to him, so he took it and has been fiddling around with it ever since, for years. Over time, it started to lose its sickly red or green color and became a pure white, but he'd never been able to acquire the right parts to actually make a new saber, so he'd just been carrying around the crystal for a while.

Or Ezra could've used some cool Force powers to yoink away Shin's saber from her during the fight with the bandits and when either Sabine or Ahsoka suggests he keep it since he refuses to take his old one back from Sabine, he says that it just feels... wrong. Something about it feels dark and full of pain and anger. And Ahsoka can explain how she was able to heal the crystals in her own saber so that Ezra is able to do something similar.

Literally anything OTHER than just giving Ezra Kanan's saber recreated would've been more interesting and said something new about Ezra's character and how he's grown and changed.

But nope. They couldn't be bothered to come up with a new design, so he just gets Kanan's saber now. How inspired.

#star wars #ahsoka show #ezra bridger #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 1 month

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deathly hallows is so weird. i remember even when i first read it at 12 being kinda like ???? because really? this? this was supposed to be the big hyped up grand finale?

obviously book 7 isn't the only book with plotholes but there are so many more than in the others ones and they were really obvious things that just felt so lazy. like suddenly people can be their own secret keepers? meaning that the plot device that kicked off the entire series now doesn't make sense? or jkr forgetting harry canonically knows how to cook. just basic stuff like that that felt so sloppy. or harry and co breaking into the ministry to steal something that umbridge might just as easily have left at home in a drawer in her house. ?? or they somehow don't have food when they're camping even tho they can do magic and can duplicate food so they could just take a ton of stuff from a grocery story and copy it forever?

plus the pacing. it has some really good moments towards the end but omg a lot of it has no sense of urgency. or i remember as a kid after reading book 6 being super hyped to see the other cool and difficult to defeat enchantments guarding the horcruxes like we saw in book 6. but nah. in book 7 they're just lying around anywhere.

it's like jkr set up this whole horcrux hunt thing and then got bored with it and wanted to get thru it as fast as possible. and then added a bunch of poorly thought out wand stuff that contradicts prior canon. there were a ton of cool things that could've been done with book 7 and instead most of it feels so rushed.

It seems we all have secret trauma revolving Deathly Hallows.

The beautiful thing about the being your own secret keeper, of course, now means that if that was the case then someone didn't tell the Potters this or they were dissuaded from this path for some reason makes Dumbledore look very suspect.

Though I personally love the idiotic plan to bust into the Ministry to get the Horcrux rather than try to find out where Umbridge lives or trying to get a hold of her when she does her shopping in the country's one shopping district of Diagon Alley. It's just so dumb.

Or the fact that the gang suddenly survives only on mysterious mushrooms they gather deep in the wilderness of Great Britain or the time they look for blackberries in the middle of winter. Ron knows there aren't going to be blackberries, tells Harry as much, but since he's come back from abandoning this very stupid mission he now believes that Dumbledore must have had a plan.

Dumbledore had a plan.

Right?

Dumbledore?

DUMBLEDORE?!

WHY DID YOU TELL US NOTHING DUMBLEDORE?! WHAT IS THIS BOOK OF FAIRYTALES EVEN SUPPOSED TO--

(But yes, anon, it's just a bad book filled with beautiful stupidity that felt like it should have been a video game and was oddly written as if it was a video game where most of the chapters are boring cut scenes you want to skip and the game play is things like "raid gringotts" or "fetch the sword from the bottom of a pond to destroy the horcrux".)

#harry potter #harry potter meta #deathly hallows #anti deathly hallows #opinion #meta

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jangofettjamz · 6 months

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The Birthday Boy

Jenna Ortega x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: You finally get to celebrate your birthday for the first time, and with the one you love.

Words: 1552

Y/N POV

Today is my birthday. I've never really celebrated it; family never really bothered. Now that I'm older it just seemed more insignificant. No one to celebrate it with, and let's be honest and no one wants to celebrate it on their own.

Jenna was out working, I never told her when my birthday was because I didn't want to interrupt her filming schedule, she's already got enough on her plate she doesn't need to worry about getting me gifts for my birthday she has a career to grow.

I've turned 20 today; Jenna turning 21soon. 20 years feel a bit surreal not gonna lie, crazy to think it's been that long since I was born. I try not dwell on that to much, it'll just send me spiralling.

I do wish I had a good birthday though, the feeling of being celebrating. I know this may sound narcissistic, but I always wanted to be celebrated, have a day just about me. I wanted to feel like everyone could come together and show support for me even if it was just for one day, I never had that kind of love growing up so I'd like to know what that's like, though I doubt it'll happen.

My father never paid any attention to me growing up, saying I was too much of a hassle to put up with. You know you have a bad parent when they have to "put up" with you instead of loving you unconditionally, but hey beggars can't be choosers, right?

Me thinking about how life could've been was making me depressed so I decided to go out for breakfast, I got dressed and got the keys to my car and went out get food.

On the way there I get an incoming call from Jenna, thought she would've been busy this morning so this was a pleasant surprise. I answered but kept my eyes on the road.

"Hello darling, how'd you sleep" she asked, she knows I don't sleep well when she's gone.

"Um... I slept okay, probably could've got more sleep though. I'm just going to that Italian place we went to a month ago for some breakfast. How's shooting going" I asked, she's currently filming for her new movie 'death of a unincorn' with Paul Rudd.

"Filming's going great, Paul's really cool and I can't wait for you to meet him, he's knows you're a marvel fan too." She giggles mischievously, that little minx.

"Jenna why'd you say that." I whine feeling embarrassed.

"Aw babe, don't be shy he thinks you're really cool." She says reassuringly.

"Yeah sure he does" I say sarcastically, making her laugh. "Do you know when you'll be home?" I miss her dearly, I need to see her soon.

She let's out a sigh, I brace myself for bad news. "Sorry, sweet boy. I won't be back for another week." I let out sad sigh and a whine, I missed her alot.

"Hey, hey, don't be upset baby boy, I'll be home before you know it and we'll have so much fun together. The week will go by quick I promise." She cooed, she always knew what to say to put me at ease.

"Alright sweetie I have to go, drive safe for me and I'll see you very soon." She blew a kiss through the phone "I love you, sweetheart"

"I love you too, Jenna." We end the call and I continue my journey.

I arrive at the restaurant, this is gonna drain my social battery for today so I hope I don't have to to anyone that much, I just wanna get my food, eat then leave.

I ate my food peacefully, the staff were wonderful, definitely going there again for breakfast. I leave the restaurant and do some birthday shopping for myself, figured I may aswell treat myself to something nice for my "big day"; I sound miserable.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I feel my phone vibrate, a few text messages from some of my friends and cast mates from scream 5 and 6. I read them and I was shocked, how did they know...

Jasmin

Hey Y/N/N, hope you're having a lovely birthday. Can't wait you see you soon.

Devyn

Howdy stranger, happy birthday my love, you're 20! Hope you're doing well and I'll see you soon... very soon. 😈

Mikey

Looks like someone has a birthday today... AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME! HOW DARE YOU! Besides that betrayal I miss you so much Y/N, happy birthday my sweet.

Mason

Hey man, looks who's 20 years old! Happy birthday bud, hope you have a good one.👍

Melissa

Hey hey, it's the birthday boy! Happy birthday honey, you deserve the best birthday in the world. All the best from me and my husband.

Jack Quaid

Hey buddy, happy 20th birthday! I miss you alot pal, Karl and Antony send their birthday wishes too. Hope to see you soon, buddy.

I was shocked; flabbergasted even. How did they know, they couldn't have possibly...unless. I looked the last message, it was from Jenna, the mastermind behind this.

❤️Jenna❤

Hi baby boy, guess who found out when your birthday is! You never told me when it was but I asked around and viola! Happy birthday sweet boy, I promise we'll see each other very very soon. I love you so much, sweetheart.❤

That little minx... this is why I love her so much, I can't begin to express how much I love her and this just solidifies that. I sent her a message back saying I love her and continue to the mall.

But as I walk to the shopping mall I see three woman who look very familiar, they're wearing party hats too. No... no way... it can't be...

Jenna POV

The look on Y/N's face is priceless, he looked shocked, excited, and emotional at the same time. I think me, Jasmin and Devyn did good on surprising him.

"JENNA?!" He says with glassy eyes.

"C'mere sweetheart" I say and open my arms, he runs towards me and I wrap him in a tight hug.

"I missed you so much" he said while crying, he's such a cutie oh my god.

"Aww sweetie, I missed you too, so much honey. I've been tracking you on Life360 and we intercepted you here. Happy birthday my love, I know you don't like big crowds so I brought Devyn and Jasmin with me" they spoke up.

"Happy birthday, Y/N/N. It's so good to see you, I've missed you alot." Devyn says making him smile widely.

"It's been too long since we've seen you Y/N, how have you been?" Jasmin asks. He lifts his head from my neck and speaks.

"Better now that you guys are here, I haven't really been feeling the best since I've been on my own, I'm so glad you're here Jenna." I hold him and rub his back in comfort.

I want him to really enjoy his birthday today, I already have stuff waiting for him at home. I think he's gonna love it. "Let's go do some shopping and then we'll go home, I have a surprise for you." His eyes lit up and I kiss his cheeks.

- 2 hours later

Y/N drove behind me as we made our way back home. Jasmin and Devyn went home soon after we shopping. We park up to the driveway and he joins me at the front door.

"Close your eyes, birthday boy" I ask and he looks at me with caution.

"What are you planning now, Ortega?" He asks me; suspicion in his voice.

"Just close them silly" he obliged and I take his hand to guide him to his surprise. We reach the living room. "Okay, open your eyes sweetheart."

He opened them and is met with countless presents ranging from: action figures and Lego sets from their favourite franchise, new clothes, PC parts and much much more. I wanted to spoil him and make up for the 20 years of birthdays he missed out on. He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"Jenna... is this all mine?" He asked, still not believing that he finally had a proper birthday.

"All yours, sweetness" I hug him as tight as I can, he cries into my shoulder out of, what I can only assume, happiness. "Don't cry honey, it's okay. That's all for you because I love you so so much, you deserve this my love, you deserve the world." I cooed softly.

"Thank you so much" he said through his cries.

"You're so welcome, my beautiful birthday boy." I say then kiss his forehead, cheeks and lips.

"Wait here, baby boy" I head into the kitchen and grab his cake. I light the candles and head back into the living room.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you." I sing and he blows out his candles.

I cheer and set the cake on the table. He smiled so brightly, he finally got to have a real birthday to celebrate.

Happy birthday Y/N.

A/N

Not my birthday, but I thought it'd make a good story. I hope you enjoyed.

#jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #male reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna marie ortega #wednesday x you #wednesday #wednesday x reader

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I was at first in love with totk, and I still think mechanical wise, its quite impressive

And when I collected all the tears and saw the "story" I genuinely got upset in a good way (at first), because man! Did they really got the balls to go that far? Is there nothing I can do for her? Now I MUST do all the temples, see how it plays out and --oh, I've got this cutscene already. Why are all the people so dumb about Zelda, I KNOW where she is, Link say something-- Link??

After finishing all the temples and almost falling asleep, I stopped playing the game, looked up the last boss and remaining cutscenes and went "Thats it?"

Watching other people (including you) being critically about so many things, both character and mechanical wise, I've almost startled myself with a realization what the gnawing feeling I constantly had, actually was.

Totk feels like a fanfic.

And don't get me wrong, I love fanfiction, I think its great and important, I adore fanfic writers, I love finding gems, I love reading self indulgent stories, see new spins and interpretation of characters. I love the casual, the passion, the creativity!

But totk gives me the same feeling everytime I am reminded that Fifty Shades is a Twillight fanfic.

The world is there. The faces I know and grew to love are there. But everything is ever so slightly different, uncannily so. Just how some characters talk, how they act, how they were placed in the story. The Zonai appearing out of nowhere, but no, they always had been there you see, they were these super magical advanced people but they all died, the king is so tragic. And you see, the king is super cool and powerful and-- oh I dont get to interact with him outside of the tutorial. Did they try to do another King Rhoam-- but wait, that only worked because we didn't knew he was a ghost-- totk wait stop why do you take him out of the story, why couldn't he be a companion, he IS ABLE TO TALK THROUGH THE ARM LET THE OLD GOAT COMMENT ON STUFF?? If you bring up all this ancient stuff and you still got a ghost lingering, let him talk?? (I never ended up getting Mineru but I smell wasted potential as well)

Im not even mad, I am disappointed. It feels like the devs saw what all the lore hunters got attached to and talked about and then just... took the "cool". All the Zonai stuff could've easily been Sheikah tech, but got just reskinned to look more exciting instead of being its own thing.

Like... at this point I prefer what fans are doing over what Totk gave us. The characterization of Rauru (and everything Zonai), projects like you do of what totk couldve been, the little nuggets of actual highlights and details of love fans find in the game. I found much more enjoyment in these concepts than I got from a 70bucks game. And thats depressing.

I love fanfiction. I dont love it when my corporate 70 dollar, six year development, console exclusive game feels like a story that passionate fan couldve written miles better in a week (and I've already seen much cooler and interesting rewrites and ideas).

Zelda has been a huge part of my childhood and its depressing seeing it treated like that. It always was about the story, the epic, its The Legend of Zelda for crying out loud. To be courageous to enter a dungeon, to be wise and solve all the riddles. To become powerful over the journey you embarked on. Zelda to me is the campfire story you tell to others and go into the woods or the beach and imagine what monsters you would slay. Zelda is not the sandcastle you build in the sandbox and then add dinosaurs and star wars ships because you didn't had any other toys, and just stumble into and over some story to entertain yourself until lunch is ready.

I'd have an oracle of seasons over another totk any day at this point. They should've just make the mechanics of totk its own thing, but I guess they were scared it wouldn't sell if it doesn't have a Mario or Zelda skin straped over it.

Anyways, sorry for the mini rant - love your art, love your thoughts and insights, and I am looking forward to see more of it - Zelda related or not (your original characters look amazing, I adore your style sm)

Hope you have a great rest of the day!

*nods along through this entire rant*

idk how many of my rants you have read but yeah ... yeah ... and the further you think about it the further it all falls apart, the wasted potential of it all and the goddamn audacity of them to do those interviews in which they make it EVEN WORSE is just

i know the expectation for a direct sequel to botw was huge and understandbly so but i really REALLY think it would not have been that hard to make it a good follow up even taking into account that totk was originally a DLC, pretty much all of botws aspects could have been developed further, i dont know what could have happened to make totk have turned out like this .. literally it feels like something had to have gone wrong, its like someone who doesnt know zelda nor botw at all was given a few prompts and then just made some generic fantasy story while the rest worked on ultrahand for 5 years

the technical impressive things ARE technical impressive, but i dont think it was necessary nor served the game well in any way (and i LOVE building games- however totk is neither a building game nor a story game nor a zelda game nor an exploration game nor a sequel imo) but zelda, this zelda, is not made for that and i cant help but think it was mainly to encourage people to make some ridiculous mechs so it can go viral on tiktok (not trying to discredit them, it IS cool what they are doing but i .... have my doubts if zelda is the right place for that)

ill stop there bc i have ranted so much about everything i dont wanna repeat it here again; it just doesnt feel like a real game (derogatory), it feels extra bad bc i was not really into zelda when botw came out and while i did get it as soon as i could (months after release since i just started a minijob and didnt have the money) i only over time grew to love zelda this much again, devouring any theories and anything about it bc i loved it so much- i was never into it like this when a new title was announced and dont own any special editions so i bought the totk collectors bc i was just so damn excited for it after the 2019 trailer dropped (god i want that time back ... it looked so much more like it was going to be an actual sequel) even if i was already worried it wouldnt be good at that point given how much i started to sense stuff i dont like about the newer trailers

i recently sold it at our local gameshop bc it was like a thorn in my side given how expensive it was and how dissapointed i was in the game, i genuinely think that, technical impressiveness aside, totk is the onyl zelda i truly cannot stand (for alot of reasons) and im genuinely worried for the future of the franchise

i bought an Oki (Okami) figurine for what i got back and i feel much happier with that :3

(also on a note, i did finish the game two weeks after release but stopped playing it right then and hadnt touched it since, i also streamed all of what i played and its still up if you want to see my slow descend into madness fjkdhkdhjk though its been a long while since then and i by far did not talk about everything back then, just what my most immediate frustrations were while still playing)

(also the gameplay isnt as good as people make it out to be, so much is so frustrating and punishing to use i am kinda baffled it got through like that and most people call that its best aspect ..... though i guess if the rest is so much worse even mid gameplay can seem good ooooooooh how dare i)

also thank you for liking what i do!!! <3 it means alot to know it is appreciated by someone :D

#ganondoodles answers #zelda #totk #ganondoodles rants #in my playthorugh i genuinely tried to be super open to what its offering me #but i think its pretty clear that i could see were it was going pretty soon and tried to fight my fear #and then i ended up being right #like i even went out of my way to get the memories and dungeons in turns so i wouldnt spoil anything #and still you can see me get sadder and dissappointed with each new memory i got #and the time it truly all started to crumble was when i discovered what they did to the shrine of life #pretty sure after i got all the lightroots and all i got was a you did it sticker i jsut gave up and went to the end #and after that i found the endfight fun so i played it a few more times #but the last few streams were mostly me ranting jkdfngvkjdfnhgjkdf #for this price its pretty bad #idk why so many people are okay with this tbh #zelda fans deserve better #i think the wasted potential and insulting treatment of both lore - botw and even the player is what frustrates me so much #sidenote i love the username bc there sure are words #alot of them even #(good)#i have done so much ranting it feels good to read someone elses rant about similar frustrations

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hywenhywen · 10 months

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0.02 seasons - kim chaewon

warnings / notes - loosely based off of seasons by wave to earth, very sensitive topics / reader discretion advised, non-idol!chaewon, time skips, reader sucks at communicating, reader is very insecure / has low self-esteem

wc - 2.7k

“we can't go out anymore.” you said.

“what?” chaewon asked, stunned by your words.

“i need a break.” you replied, looking down at your feet.

“why?” she asked. “i thought we were doing fine, just yesterd-”

“i don't feel well.” you stated.

“did you get sick? have you taken medicine yet?”

“not like that chaewon.”

“so what,” she sighed. “we're going to go down the drain?”

“i don't find another solution to this.”

“i can help you. we'll get through this together."

“we can't. i cant.” you mumbled. “it's something i've carried with me since i was a child.”

tense silence filled the area. crickets could be heard chirping. your hands balled into tight fists, your knuckles turning white from the pressure. the feeling of guilt grew deeper inside you. maybe this all could've been avoided if you were a better person. this was all your fault in the end.

“don't ball your fists up like that, you'll hurt yourself.” chaewon said, reaching to place her hands over yours. “i know i can't change your mind, so please take care of yourself.”

you turned to look at her, regret already starting to settle in your heart. a tear flowed down your cheek, stoping at your chin. using your sleeve to wipe your cheek dry, you stood up suddenly. chaewon’s eyes followed your actions. she stood up as well.

“thank you for this year.” chaewon said, a sorrowful smile plastered on her face. “take care of yourself.”

chaewon turned the other way and began walking away. tears started to leak from your eyes, your actions having finally been processed by your mind. regret settled rapidly in your conscious and heart. your knees felt weak, your chest tightened, and things appeared to be spinning. your life was falling apart.

you did what you had to do. you always knew you weren't enough for chaewon. she was perfect and you were you. you would never amount to anything. that's what they all said, all the time.

friday, february 24, 12:03 am, 9 days after your break up. that was when you had finally gotten up from your bed. the streets were quiet, the light the street lamps emitted hurt your unaccustomed eyes. your body ached badly. you felt frail, as if a wrong step would make you crumble.

you stepped into your bathroom, opting to leave the light off, and stared at yourself in the mirror. you stood there, shell shocked. who was the person in the mirror? that surely couldn't be you. it had gotten bad, awfully bad.

you opened the faucet and let the water run for a bit. you rested your hands on the sink and let your head hang. you stayed like that for a while, the small amounts of water vapor brought you back to your senses. opening the cold water, you placed your hand under the still mildly hot water. the water stung for a while before it began to cool down.

your hands remained under the running water for a few moments before you splashed some water onto your face. the cool water soothed your burning skin. you continued to rub your face with the water in hopes that it would make you dissolve at some point. you did that for about five minutes, before your body began to ache even worse. you felt like you were bound to crumble from a single movement.

you weakly stumbled out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. your body moving on its own, paying to mind to all the alarms going off inside your mind. your arms reached for every piece of furniture, attempting to hold yourself up as you walked around your home. you only had a few more steps until you could reached the cupboard. then your legs finally gave up.

you fell onto the floor, the lack of nutrients finally taking its toll. with little energy left to spare, you remained on the floor and tried standing up, yet to no avail. you only managed to sit up again the fridge. tears began streaming down your cheeks, falling onto your hands. you remained still for a while, tears continuously pouring from your eyes.

after a while your crying had ceased. you continued to lean again the fridge, sniffles and running ac echoed across the room. you had managed to calm down and gathered all your strength. placing your hand on the counter, you tried to stand up once again. finally being able to stand, you dragged your feet towards the cupboard and reached for a cup.

having the cup in hand, you stumbled towards the water dispenser. you reached out and got some water. bringing the cup up to your lips slowly, you tipped your head back and began to drink the water. the water was cold and sent a shock through your body, it soothed your dry throat. you hastily finished the cup and moved to fill it again. finally feeling some relief you sighed loudly, as if you could breathe again.

you had decided to keep your word to chaewon. you were going to take care of yourself. you were going to get better for her, even if it meant going through hell and back. you wanted to be your best for chaewon. it was certainly going to be tough, but with the amount of love your heart had for her, nothing was impossible.

it had been nine months since that day. they say time heals. not for you, nothing ever went your way. time refused to help you. surprisingly, you had managed to keep yourself in decent shape.

keeping chaewon’s words close to your heart, you pushed your limits and tried your hardest. you did your best to be better, for her. you never managed to fix your mindset though, you only learned to tune it out, to avoid it. everyday was a struggle. all you wanted to do was stay in bed, not moving a single muscle.

even breathing had become a nightmare. mundane tasks became struggles. the first week you were bed bound, you didn't leave your room for a while. your phone laid dormant on your nightstand. it went off every few hours.

friends texted, wondering where you were, if you were ok. your parents called after not hearing from you for a few days. only the furniture in your apartment bore witness to the calamitous events. you had memorized the pattern of your ceiling. the feeling of your sheets, the motion of the wind, the way your chest aches when breathing.

you struggled with yourself all the time. you wanted to fall back into the same habit, just doing enough. you felt miserable every time. the same routine everyday. wake up, wash your face and brush your teeth, eat breakfast, go to work. the afternoon wasn't very different, aside from doing something productive and new every wednesday.

your alarm began to ring, you pulled an all-nighter again. you rolled over to face your alarm, quickly turning it off. you groaned and slowly sat up. you stretched a bit before swinging your legs off the side of the bed. you yawned and stood up from the bed.

you made your way to the bathroom and turned on the water. lukewarm water worked best for mornings like this. you splashed some water onto your face before drying your face off and grabbing your toothbrush. applying the recommended portion on the bristles you began brushing your teeth. you finished after about five minutes and walked to the kitchen opting to drink coffee for today's breakfast.

starting the coffee machine, you had about 15 minutes for the coffee to be done. walking back to your room you grabbed your regular attire and got dressed. you grabbed your bag and placed it near the door, a few seconds later you heard the coffee machine end. moving towards the kitchen your grabbed a thermos and poured the coffee into it. you added sugar to taste and left the lid open so it could cool a bit.

you grabbed your phone and saw you had a message from sakura.

y/n

are we still on for breakfast?

a look of shock adorned your face, sakura rarely asked to go out, typically opting for home cooked meals. your shocked washed away when you realized what day it was. you had made plans with her the night you went to the river.

ofc kkura

i'll see you in a bit

you quickly rushed out the door and haphazardly grabbed your things. you made your way downstairs and towards the bus stop. you tossed things into your bag, tightly holding your steaming coffee to avoid spilling. you reached the bus stop and sat down on one of the benches. you set your coffee down and organized your bag quickly.

the bus arrived a few minutes after you had finished organizing your bag. when the bus doors opened you stood up, grabbed your things and got on. you opted to sit all the way in the back, right next to a window. you brought your thermos up to your lips, the coffee emitted a comfortable amount of heat to contrast the cold november morning. carefully tipping the cup, you took a reasonable sip.

the coffee warmed you up rapidly. you continued to drink very cautiously, not wanting to ruin your clothes this early. turning your head towards the window, you observed the scenery. young and older schoolchildren walked towards the nearby school building. most were dressed in thick and heavy coats, others wore simple jackets.

you continued to look out the window, taking in your surroundings and sipping on your warm coffee. you relaxed momentarily and took a deep breath.

“i could get used to this.”

you picked up your phone and scrolled through your social media, liking photos and videos occasionally. you turned your phone off and continued looking out the window, counting all the trees you saw. the silence on the bus soon got boring so you put on your headphones and played your favorite songs. humming and tapping your foot along to the beat, a smile grew on your face. this was one of the most relaxing mornings so far.

you arrived at your stop soon enough, you collected your things, payed the fare, and walked towards a medium sized café. you opened the door and you saw sakura at a table in the far left corner. you walked towards her, taking your headphones off and putting them away. you walked up to the table and pulled the chair out a bit.

“sorry i'm late.” you said, hanging your bag on the chair. “it completely slipped my mind.”

“it's fine, i just got here a few minutes ago.” she said.

“do you know what you want?” you asked. “it's my treat.”

“oh don't worry about paying, i can pay for it,” sakura said, waving you off. “but yeah, i know what i want.”

“want to go order?” you said, standing up offering her your hand.

she nodded and took your hand. you made small talk while waiting in line. you cracked a few jokes and laughed a bit. after a bit, you finally got to order. you somehow managed to convince sakura to let you pay.

the cashier let you know that it would be out in a bit and that they'd call you when it was done. sakura led you back to the table you had been sitting at. this time you sat down facing the door, rather than facing the wall. you two continued talking for a while before the door of the café opened. you turned your head a little to see who came in.

it was chaewon.

your heart immediately started to race, your vision became blurry, and your breathing was erratic. sakura took notice and turned to look towards the door, once she noticed who it was she turned back to you. she waved her hand in front of your face for a bit. you never noticed her, so she began shaking your shoulders and calling your name. that had managed to catch your attention.

“y/n!” she exclaimed. “are you ok?”

you nodded your head, looking back towards the door. you looked around for a bit before finding chaewon at a booth, presumably waiting for someone. at that moment, the cashier called your name and placed your drinks on the counter. you stood up to grab them. you used that moment as a chance to get a better look.

to your surprise, chaewon seemed fine, almost as if nothing had ever happened. you set the cups down and sat down, clearing your throat in the process.

“sorry about that.” you apologized.

“you don't need to apologize.” sakura started. “i know how it feels, it's not a pleasant feeling.”

you started a conversation, hoping that it would momentarily distract you. it managed to work and you got carried away. the café’s door opened once again. your head snapped to look at who it was. it was a young woman.

from the corner of your eye you saw chaewon stand up and wave the woman over. your eyes followed the woman. once she reached chaewon you saw her place a kiss on her cheek. your jaw dropped and your heart began to ache. you blinked slowly then stood up from your chair.

your hand rested on your chest as you walked out of the café, experiencing many different emotions at once. sakura grabbed your things and quickly followed behind you. once she had reached you, her hand moved towards yours.

“y/n.” she said. “what happened?”

“she,” you said in a breathless voice. “she kissed someone.”

“chaewon did?” she asked, a look of shock adorned her face. “she never mentioned someone.”

you held your head in your hands, attempting to steady your breathing. all the breathing exercises you had learnt were futile, your breathing was inconsistent. at some point you began to wheeze, you felt your throat slowly close. you gasped for air and reached for sakura. she seemed to be panicking, worried for you, yet seemingly not knowing what to do.

you shut your eyes tightly and continued gasping for air. you reached for anything nearby, trying to find something to hold onto. you fumbled with the top button on your shirt, hoping it would help you breathe. sakura in a moment of pure desperation, tapped your back lightly, almost as if she was trying to make you cough. you began to cough, finally being able to breathe.

you took a deep gasp and turned to look at sakura. you smiled weakly at her and continued coughing lightly. sakura attempted to comfort you by rubbing your back.

“you scared me.” she said.

“sorry about that kkura.” you muttered. “i didn't know i'd get like this.”

“you don't need to apologize. it could've happened to anyone after what you saw.” she said.

“how'd she move on that quickly?” you asked, looking straight at sakura.

“no clue.” she replied. “people cope differently, maybe even heal quicker than others.”

you shrugged and sighed.

“i was just thinking that maybe in the future we could've gotten back together.” you chuckled weakly.

“don't give up, the chance might come someday.” sakura said, nudging you with her elbow.

“i'll try not to, i really do love her.” you said. “i think i should head home, don't feel too well.”

“if you need anything don't hesitate to call me.” sakura said. “i'll be here for you.”

“thanks kkura.” you said, pulling her into your arms and hugging her tightly. “we should eat together soon.”

“of course, somewhere farther though.” she laughed.

“i'll look forward to it.” you said, walking off in the direction of your house.

you decided to walk home rather than taking the bus. you opened your bag and got your headphones. the music put your mind at ease and let you relax for a moment. you placed your hand over your heart and faintly felt your heartbeat. your favorite part of the song was coming up.

once the part arrived you muttered the phrase.

“i’ll give you all my life,”

“my seasons.”

you were always going to wait for chaewon, even if it took you many lifetimes.

in the end, she would always be your love.

back to shore | 0.03

#📰 fics #★ — w2e #wave to earth #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim #le sserafim chaewon #kim chaewon #chaewon #chaewon x reader

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verosvault · 6 months

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🚨SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 8 OF BURROW'S END!!!🚨

Dimension20 "Burrow's End"

Episode 8

Timestamp: 15:11

Video Length: 4min. & 52sec.

I can't fully explain how powerful this scene is to me. One thing I love about Dimension20 is the fact that they're never afraid to roleplay the hard situations and the hard talks. It's-

I love how Tula has this hard conversation with her mom and she isn't afraid to tell her mom that she has an obsession with power and control. Ava really seems like she's at a loss for words, and it's understandable, because she's being called out on it....and it's hard. It's because Ava feels so much guilt and shame for losing Ken. The same feeling that Tula probably feels for losing Geoffrey. Ava chooses to feel guilty and tries to forget what happened... while for Tula, her losing Geoffrey is a constant reminder to her that you have to always be careful because so many bad things can happen? It's like- ugh. I don't even know if what I said is right..but that's... that's how I feel and it's so strong.

I wish I could have a talk with my IRL mom like this. In a way that she can just understand and apologize. Which, Ava didn't apologize right away, she did it later on. But I don't even think my IRL mom has apologized to me for so much. She just guilt trips me and says that she failed to raise me...or whatever. And I'm like...if I could have a talk with my mom like Tula did with Ava, and my mom actually just sat there and tried to actually understand what I was saying, I really feel like my own relationship with my mother would grow. 🥲 It's crazy how they have these types of talks in a show like this!! It's SO REAL and they're just playing a game of D&D! It's insane!!

And like- Viola standing up for Tula! Ugh! It was SO NICE! I LOVE Viola and Tula's relationship SO MUCH! How Viola sees Tula as a role model for her own self! I'm- It's so amazing! Tula and Viola are definitely my faves this season! I just can't with them! Rashawn did such a GREAT JOB with this season and I want to see her in more seasons! She gets so involved and attached and I can't even explain how much I enjoyed her in this season!! 😭✋

Also, Lila trying to comfort Ava near the end because Lila felt a little bad for her. Ava was getting cornered, but...the reason Ava gives for thinking and feeling that way...it kind of makes sense? Even though it's not the best thing to say or even think about and put onto yourself mentally. About like, when something bad happens, just finding someone to put blame on or saying that you haven't done enough or telling your own kids that when they lose someone. That's so tough. It's not right. But I can see why someone would feel that way. It's like- always wishing you could've done more. Because if you did more, then things like that "won't happen". But the truth of the matter is that sometimes things are just out of our control...and we have to have an understanding of that. Sometimes there really just isn't anything that could've been done. :/ As sad as that is...that is basically what Thorn was describing to Ava. Sometimes, life just HAPPENS! And you can't do anything but stand and watch.

I love how this season is scary but is also able to explore these super interesting family themes! I love it so much! It's so relatable in multiple ways and it's insane because these are stoats! It shouldn't be this relatable but it really is! I love watching shows that involve strong family dynamics! (One of the many reasons why I also love "The Umbrella Academy"!)

Family is strong! And it's so cool to see a family grow mentally, emotionally, and physically! My relationship with my family isn't the best. But it's cool to see the people inside of a family trying to talk things out and improve their relationships with each other so that they can finally bond and become stronger! 🥺 The messages here are so strong and powerful and I don't even know how else to say it or explain it in words! 🥺🥺🥺 This has been such a strong, and heartfelt season! 😭✋❤️

#dimension 20 #dimension20 #blog #burrow's end #burrow's end episode 8 #burrow's end scene #dimension20 scene #tula #brennan lee mulligan #viola #rashawn nadine scott #ava #erika ishii #lila #izzy roland #thorn vale #jasper william cartwright #jaysohn #siobhan thompson

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So like… whats up with Cozen? Why did they date? Is she cool or does she have the word “REBOUND” tattooed on her forehead. I just don’f understand how or why Brian is so so so sidelined after the Imago

i think she's genuinely more sustainably compatible with brian long-term than taylor would've been...and also still has the word "SAD REBOUND" tattooed on her forehead. i really enjoy when she tries to be like Umm you're not the Leader to taylor during the s9k arc and brian is immediately like "oh she is, actually. yeah no my ex-girlfriend is the leader. by default."

the racism probably but also i cant think about this for too long or i'll get so mad my head explodes. if i think for too long about how he has that really good moment with taylor during crushed & then is just literally never relevant again including in aisha's epilogue i will get so mad my head explodes. it's just so motherfucking stupid how wildbow is so insistent on cinching the "surprise, he's dead!" coming in at the very end to the point where he's forced to erase what the other undersiders think/feel about him, including his own sister. and it's especially stupid because literally at no other point in the book do i recall worm trying to do a cheap twist like that at the expense of the actual character narratives & dynamics. it just feels meanspirited and it adds absolutely nothing. actively subtracts a lot of things, actually. thinking about how wildbow could've just Not Killed Him and we could've had a good brian epilogue and i start gnawing on wood. or if he really felt that there was no possible way for brian to survive the oil rig (personally i think he shouldve fudged it and let him live) he shouldve at least let the impact be felt 4 the other undersiders. man. I miss my fucking boy they cant do him like this. oh my god i just remembered his actual trigger event isnt even in the book either. ok my head is exploding now so this post is over 👍

#ask #worm spoilers #scarf don't look

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Since requests are still open, could I get some Soft!Dark!Wanda telling Reader she's too pretty to think so much?

warnings: manipulation, mind control, dark!Wanda, age play(sfw), pet play (sfw)

(referenced r being a spider-person because I can)

You don't really know how you ended up living the way you were. Everytime you tried to think about a time before Wanda your mind just went blank. The furthest you could remember was the day she brought you home and you could remember everything after that perfectly. All the toys and pretty clothes Wanda brought and even what your first collar looked like had been forever imprinted in your brain, but you couldn't even confidently tell someone what country your parents were from. What job did you have before meeting Wanda? Did you even have a job?

Most days, you just shrugged it off because Wanda never gave you the time to just sit and think about it. Thinking about the past was hard when there was seven inches of cock being shoved into any of your holes with wild abandon. You were a puppy and all puppies had to do look cute and be good for their owners.

But Wanda had a very important job to do and sometimes she wasn't there to keep you occupied. That meant your little brain could do all the thinking and wondering it wanted to. She did tell you she'd be gone for a few days and said you could be a little more independent. So you didn't see why you couldn't engage in big puppy activities like using the bigger knives or sleeping in your own bed. In the midst of your freedom riding, you remembered something.

You had superpowers — and a suit. There were little gadgets in it and everything. At that moment you abandoned your afternoon snack and immediately began the search for it. Exact details were blurry in your mind, but you had a feeling you'd know it once you found it. Everything was coming back to you naturally. Without even thinking you were crawling on walls and finding your stuff hidden around the cabin.

Wanda had come home before you could successfully complete your task.

"Baby, get down from down there! I don't want you to get hurt!" The panic in her voice almost made you feel bad. You couldn't imagine how scary it could've been to see you in such a manner.

"It's okay mommy, I got superpowers! I'm like a spider!" Your hands dropped from the ceiling so you were only hanging by your feet. "I even found some super cool toys!" Without even aiming, you shot a web out from the gadget on your wrist and onto the floor. "I wanna be a superhero!"

Wanda's blood ran cold the second those words left your mouth. Her magic wrapped your body and plucked you from the ceiling. "Oh no, baby. You're much too small to be doing any of that." She carried you to the couch and pulled you into her lap. "You're just mommy's adorable little puppy and what do puppies do?" Wanda's fingers tapped her palm twice, signaling for you to give them to her.

You frowned, but took off the toys and handed them to Wanda. "...look cute and be good for their owners, but superheroes can look cute and they have to be good!" Your head tested gently against her chest. "Please momma, don't take 'em away, I think they're really cool."

Wanda kissed the top of your head and placed the gadget into her coat pocket. "Yes, but they have to do a lot of big stuff like think and make hard choices! You're too pretty to be thinking all the time." She stroked the top of your head and pulled you close. "Now if you want to keep these to play pretend superheroes that's fine, but no more crawling up the walls. You're a puppy, not a spider. Got it?"

Spider? That felt so…familiar in a strange way. Like you were supposed to be that. Well, not just a spider but spider..spider something.

"I mean…maybe I wanna be a spider?" Your head was starting to hurt. Like someone was reaching in and scrambling everything up. It didn't make sense. Why would something so random feel so familiar to you? "I think I'm supposed to be a spider…"

Wanda let out a disapproving sigh. Normally she entertains your little odd quirks and interests, but she needed a good puppy more than anything right now. She cupped your chin and tilted your head back so you were looking directly into her eyes."You're just mommy's pretty little puppy, got it?" Her eyes slowly became tainted with the redness of her magic.

"But mommy, I…" The protest died down in your throat as your eyes started to mirror the redness in Wanda's. Suddenly everything you remembered had disappeared into nothing. There was only Wanda again. "I'm just mommy's pretty little puppy," You said mindlessly. You weren't something as silly and icky as a spider. You were a pretty little puppy to be collared and pampered. "... When…when momma get back?"

Wanda smiled at your near seamless transition back into puppspace. "Oh, puppy. Momma's been home for quite a while. You were just too busy sleeping to notice!" She littered your face with kisses. "Now, why don't you come take a bath with me and we make you a little puppy lunch?"

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