#soup vs the ask box

[agentrouka-blog]

so much of asoiaf is a conversation with other epic fantasies + fairy tales, i was wondering if you have any thoughts on the patterns for what kind of tropes grrm likes to clearly subvert and break vs which he likes to expand and elevate but still largely adhere to (like how he plays with beauty and the beast, the image of princesses in towers, and boy kings)

Hi anon!

I'm not enough of a scholar to do this ask proper justice. I lack the background in literary history to put the various literary influences (and historical and biblical and mythological...) into a relationship with each other. From his own interviews, GRRM has always been attracted to both dark drama and literary romanticism, acting out complex soap operas with his turtles and swooning over "radiant" Elizabeth Taylor in Ivanhoe as a young boy. He loves Shakespeare and superhero comic series. ASOIAF seems like an intuitive, self-indulgent playground for swirling it all into a tasty soup.

Generally speaking, GRRM seems attracted to the idea of interrogating what makes tropes or scenarios tick from the inside, and he sometimes allows them to disintegrate in order to show what doesn't work. Where a trope is a mere clichè. It's the same way he tries showcasing why certain behaviors are productive and creative while others are destructive and ultimately futile. It's not so much the specific tropes as the way he uses them.

What does it mean to command supernatural powers, practically and philosophically? Dragons? Warging? What's the personal motivation of the unfathomable apocalypse moving toward humanity? Where is the line at which conflict veers over into plain abuse in popular romantic tropes? What specifically marks the inherent difference between a hero and a villain ("the hero of the other side")? Can we tell if that difference blurs and disappears? What does it take for genre conditioning to give way to objective information?

GRRM lets the Beauty and the Beast trope disintegrate with Sansa and Sandor because mere familiar imagery doesn't bridge the fact that a grown adult is terrorizing, sexually harrassing and assaulting a pre-teen. There is no romance there, though some are blinded by the shape of the box to what's actually inside it.

GRRM uses the imagery to explore a dynamic between idealism in the face of oppression vs. a self-serving cynicism born from disillusionment. Instead of romance, it becomes a confrontaton of values, which Beauty wins. Sansa stays true to herself while the cynical Beast ends up in an existential crisis about his life choices. The same is, ultimately, true of Jaime and Brienne. If there is a hidden prince underneath the mantle of a Beast(ling), his true identity is yet to be revealed. Ahem.

Princesses in Towers occupy a range from Sansa Stark over Lyanna Stark and Val and Arianne Martell and they are all different, with varying ambitions amd levels of personal power, and you're invited to conclude that maybe it's not the princess that's the problem but the fact that people keep putting her into towers at all.

Warrior maid with a sword - badass, or maybe the purest way to examine what it means to choose - truly choose - to wield a tool designed to kill other people? What is she doing to herself that boys are never even allowed to question - lest they be condemned as a waste of space like Samwell? What might justify this choice?

How many people can a character rape or murder before the reader questions their hero status if the author doesn't explicitly point it out? POV trap, do your magic.

Basically, GRRM puts a trope on a table and raises a scalpel to take it apart, and maybe he puts it back together again, depending on what he finds.

#grrm #tropes

[fff777]

i haven't seen haechan and doyoung's MUK 2 U but i shall watch it now that renjun and chenle are guesting :P

is doyoung gonna be bullied by the dreamies lol

they are going to a restaurant called 二當家

renjun and chenle got excited and arrived ahead of time to get started on their sauces

that's because huoguo is their turf

doyoung embarrassed under renjun and chenle's watchful eyes lol

this is a restaurant that the neos have been to and recommend

chenle's already in babygirl mode

so at this restaurant, they put the food items in a fridge and you pick them out like at a buffet (as opposed to ordering them)

bumped into his nemesis

chenle eats a lot of vegetables with huoguo which i can relate to, i also love my vegetables. but i guess i would eat it just steamed and not cooked in hot pot.

thanks for the tip king (wayv's penchant for toilet stories has long spread to renle)

chenle's tip is not to add vegetables to the red soup because it'll absorb the oil. so instead, put meat in the red soup and vegetables in the white soup.

haechan: no

thanks...

doren struggling relationship persists XD

so doyoung said that in most variety shows, the editing team cuts down the dead air, whereas here they have to do more of the work to make it a more efficient show lol

renjun was the one who suggested the brainwash concept in the dream( )scape film

renjun: y'all are paying too much attention to jeno's muscles in that scene chenle: don't worry fans, i'm not better than you

doyoung said that jeno doesn't eat a lot of salty food...but in the dream vs dream with nomin, jeno said that he eats food with high salt lol. which is it??

kyaa they're talking about the mv concepts and their roles now :3 that was my favourite part of the mv

they only talked about chenle horse rider and jeno boxer lol

the dreamies did a lot of discussion about the various choreographies for the choruses in smoothie

doyoung noted that dream is known as a group who discusses things a lot :o

mark and jisung ask for group meetings most often, as expected from the resident dream romantic perfectionists. apparently jaemin asks for group meetings a lot too which does surprise me a bit :o

wow so in a meeting with the ceo, mark said that he felt dream were going into their prime and that's why the guys are so pumped up this year

doyoung: the two of you had great acting in the trailer haechan: me too doyoung: the three of you had great acting in the trailer

is that right

doesn't surprise me

by that logic would jisung be the best at crying scenes

haechan says that renjun just has that really sad kind of face where even a tear feels tragic

YEAH people were saying that the intercom in the teasers sounded a lot like chenle. i hadn't drawn the conclusion that chenle was the villain though lol.

classic chenji, jisung yelling at chenle for spoiling again

so they all agreed that they should have just let the fans speculate, but chenle felt too wronged and he had to speak up lmao

aw renjun said that they often go along with jisung's ideas about dream's concept and such and chenle says that jisung usually has the right idea anyway

jisung, mark, jaemin, and jeno participated in lyrics for breathing

the guys really liked box :3

lol apparently after they decided on unknown as the couple song, mark was suddenly like "should we use icantfeelanything instead" and haechan was like okay grandpa let's just stick with unknown (despite having been team box the whole time)

chenle: if haechan doesn't want to go the countryside, call me

doyoung: don't you already have a show? chenle: i can do multiple

doyoung: chenji's this and that and muk 2 u should collab! yes y'all should!!!!! take advantage of the fact that your group has a hundred members pls

renjun reportedly takes a long time to record songs

apparently doyoung takes a long time too lol

doyoung encouraging the guys to step outside the box when trying singing styles

lol doyoung remembered the dreamies' idol introductions from way back when. chenle with a thousand stars, haechan the mood maker, and pure boy renjun.

donghyuck fighting with doyoung and chenle about tealing his fried rice

doyoung: i've known you guys since you were little doyoung: *drops his chopsticks* doyoung trying to be cool and brotherly was interrupted by him being clumsy lol

doyoung felt that chenle changed the most in terms of appearance :3 chenle really was a baby back then in the chewing gum days

chenle likes stews and renjun likes bar snacks lol

blood sausage date

i recently saw again the chenji's this and that in busan clip of chenle repeating seogeo gukbap lol

renjun doesn't like soups that are not flavourful :o :o

i also don't season my cooking but that's because i'm lazy and not adventurous about cooking and food lol

i am totally with chenle on this, i think the best food is the ones that bring out the taste of the ingredients

donghyuck just invited doyoung on to chenji's this and that lol. and chenle was more than happy. after all, he is a social butterfly.

lol chenle bringing up that time jungwoo and taeil went on chenji's this and that a long time ago

doyoung wants chenle to cook for him when doyoung guests and chenle was happy to X3

lol donghyuck and doyoung talking about how they exaggerate their reactions to foods

doyoung dropping chopsticks again lmao. renjun and haechan just keep getting more disappointed XD

chenle standing up because he's full is such a parent thing to do

so smoothie promotions will lead right in to the concert i guess. renjun said there'd be surprises afterwards. i guess one is the upcoming japanese release.

right you are!

chenle on haechan's speech

i guess these guys know each other well enough which is why they don't have to fall back to food as a topic to chat about and can just chat regularly

chenle already putting his jacket on when they're still talking...like my dad

doyoung is such an OLD MAN XD i guess he's not used to using apple computers XD

it looks like doyoung is updating their picks on some kind of map...maybe a review website?

chenle nosy

haechan: *speaking* chenle: cute haechan: don't say that please, i am trying to do a show

#screencaps & commentaries #nct #nct 127 #kim dongyoung #lee donghyuck #nct dream #zhong chenle #huang renjun #chenle & doyoung & haechan & renjun

[maddmuses]

mun is superior, pass it on.

Basics

Name: Madd, Maddlynn Maddithan, Maddie, Maddster, The Maddest, Waffles, Maddwaffles, Maddest One Around Age: 27+2 we ain't countin' them COVID years Gender: pebsi (fluid)

Favorites

Food(s): Barbacoa, Tacos, Tomato, Steak, Corn on The Cob, Salsa, Mint Ice Cream, Stroganoff, (still true af untouched except ig we can add caldo de res which I have been really about lately) Drink(s): Bepsi, Milk even tho it hurt me, Coors, Vanilla Bepis (even tho I can't fucking find it) Book(s): The Legends of Drizzt, Percy Jackson and The Olympians, The Heroes of Olympus, Assorted D&D Manuals, Any decent Graphic Novel, Strong Manga series; Hajime no Ippo, Eyeshield 21, Boku no Hero Academia, Bleach, Dragon Ball, Hikaru no Go, Yu Yu Hakusho, Yu-Gi-Oh/GX, Naruto, Slam Dunk, karate shoukoushi kohinata minoru, One Piece. We also addin' Chainsaw Man Favorite Author(s): R.A Salvatore, Ed Greenwood, Akira Toryiama, Tite Kubo, Masashi Kishimoto, Oda, Rowling (Pre-TERF) nah fuck that bitch not even pre-TERF she was wildly overrated, Tolkien Song(s): We don’t have time to be here all day, I’ll list some recent listens; Ocean Avenue - Yellow Card, No Flex Zone - Karmin and Watsky, I’m Something Else - SomethingelseYT, Dammit - Blink182, Punk Rock 101 - Blink182, Almost - Bowling For Soup, Stan - Eminem feat. Elton John, Absolutely - Nine Days, Simple Plan - Summer Paradise, So many Ninjasexparty songs, Rambe - Slow, Rambe - Don’t Greed, Zombie Love Song - YFM, Maroon 5 - Sugar, Reunion - Busted, Year 3000 - Busted Honestly those all slapped so imma add a few more recents: Montero, Good 4 u, My Nonfiction, Boyfriend Complex, anything by the nerdcore rappers

Movie(s): The New Guy, Spider-Man Homecoming (okay just that whole trilogy was best honestly), Spider-Verses too, Star Wars: A New Hope, Ed, Edd, ‘n Eddy: Big Picture Show, Hairspray (Musical)

TV Show(s): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Ed, Edd, ‘n Eddy, The anime adaptations of most of the manga I listed above, Ash Vs. The Evil Dead, King of The Hill, South Park (It fell off), Community, One-Punch Man, Gravity Falls, Scrubs, Venture Bros., Bob’s Burgers, Futurama, Daria, Star Vs. The Forces of Evil, The Boondocks, Saturday night Live when it’s decent, King of The Hill, Futurama, The Conners, As Told By Ginger, The Bear

Band/group(s): Busted, Blink 182, Maroon 5, Sum 41, Bowling For Soup, Ninja Sex Party Solo Artist(s): Rambe, Owl City, Billy Joel Place(s): Oregon, San Diego School Subject(s): Drawing, English, History Sport(s): Boxing, Karate, Football Male Actor: ?????????? Female Actor:  ???????????? I CAN LIST CRUSHES I GUESS BUT YOU DIDN’T ASK I DON’T THINK ABOUT ACTORS THAT MUCH

Life

Best Friend: Brandon (no longer roommate, he still isn’t on tumblr) Significant Other: Am the Single Pringle ;'( Siblings: TONS Dream Job:  Online Content Creator, Teacher, Professor Tattoos: Nada Piercings: Nope Languages: English, Spanglish, Spanish Lite

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Reason Behind URL: Well Madd is a component to my standard web handle maddwaffles, for prefix being appropriated from an ex while we were dating (it was a cute thing because we matched) that just hasn’t really evaded me. When it was yallneedahero I would have a more clever answer for you. Reason Behind Icon: I love Isane Nami and you should too # of Posts: 20,535!!!! HOLY SHIT BEFORE IT WAS ONLY 5,235 I SCALE SO HARD Why You Joined: idk!?!!?!?!?!? # of Blogs: P much just this one now

tagging: @pick-your-poison-please @burdenedreverance @midnightactual @waspandr @thundertempo @linklewinklewoman @rangikuxmatsumoto @baiika @auburniivenus @badassbarmaid tagged by: stole from @orihimex and stealing again

[halfdecadehangovers]

about this blog!

hello and welcome to my silly little song-a-day blog! the basic premise of this account is to share a song each day, every day of 2024! starting january 1st, @angels-song-a-day and myself will be posting a brand new song we’ve never listened to before every day! she created the idea and we are both doing this challenge as a fun little thing between us :3

i will put the song title, artist, etc. in the post, as well as my own opinions. we both use a template which she created; i will post an example here:

DECEMBER 28TH, 2023

half-decade hangover - will wood (“in case i make it,”)

you can’t go wrong with will wood and his gorgeous lyrics :D

all songs will be added to this playlist as i go along.

to give you an idea of the sort of music i like/listen to, some artists i like are:

radiohead, will wood (and the tapeworms), my chemical romance, bowling for soup, brokencyde, millionaires, 6arelyhuman, destructo disk, tv girl, dazey and the scouts; plus musicals such as falsettos, be more chill, the rocky horror show, little shop of horrors, the book of mormon; and the soundtrack of scott pilgrim vs the world. i tend to listen to albums more than songs, and collect vinyls!

my ask box is always open for song recommendations, and you will be tagged if i use the song you recommended as my song that day!

my tag for all of the posts will be: #glitch’s song of the day

i hope you enjoy!

#song a day #2024 #song of the day #glitch’s song of the day #song #music #music challenge #song challenge #daily challenge #spotify

[teacup-captor]

I have a ko-fi now. Billionares if you see this and you have a billion to spare please follow the link below

[Psst! I intend to do some more roleplaying on this account. Everything under the "#Gargoyle Leo" tag is rp!]

PLEASE SEND ME BEES. I WILL BE SO HAPPY. PUT A BEE IN MY INBOX /NF

Or send me a Sherlock (ANY ADAPTATION) to edit into a catboy!!!!

Or just tell me about your day or make random noises at me <333 infodump if you'd like omg!!! /g

Other blogs I have!!!

@teacup-crafter (creative stuff archive PLS PLS PLS SEND ME ASKS WITH SHERLOCK ART REQUESTS)

@tths-system-antics (system blog (very inactive. Sorry))

@your-fave-is-soup (gimmick blog for souping blorbos. I'm active I just don't get asks. I love souping blorbos)

@bentleysbeetle (Good Omens RP blog. Adoptive child of Aziraphale (and by proxy, Crowley) and best friends with Bentley. Dabbles in crime solving. Also- I do tarot readings there. Long story. You get a silly one and a serious one if you ask.)

@youngpoetthomasthorne (poetry + aesthetic + rp blog)

(Send art suggestions for other Sherlock Holmes media too!!!!)

Some of my posts!

Honky Tonky Jonk - Sherlock & Co. Fansonk

Sherlock & Co. discord server

Tag system:

#Gargoyle Leo - this is my tag for the Good Omens roleplay :) everything under this tag is roleplay!! Everything else is ooc :P as a general I'm only roleplaying when I'm directly interacting with other Good Omens roleplayers. My character is called Leo and uses it/they/he/she/ne pronouns. They're totally not based on anyone what are you even saying /j

#sigmord - stimboards

#trinket box - things I am saving <3 little trinkets :D

#bees for me - bees sent in my inbox or bee posts I have been tagged in

#why can't i just be normal moments - I AM NOT BEING SELF-DEPRICATING. This is my tag for unhinged things I've said (on Discord mostly, but I'm open for other things too)

#good omens season 2 spoilers - self-explanatory

#bbc ghosts 5 - bbc ghosts s5 spoilers

Trigger warnings get tagged as #tw [trigger] and #[trigger] tw just so you're covered

I also have tags for my friends. If I reblogged your post and you don't understand one of my tags it's probably bc I reblogged it from a friend

DNI:

-PROSHIPPERS/SUPPORTERS, THINSPO/PRO ED OR ANYTHING BODY FOCUSED*. I WILL NOT DISCUSS THIS GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY PAGE, YOU ARE PROMOTING SELF-HARM AND I DO NOT WANT THAT ANYWHERE NEAR ME.

(* body focused as in you post only/primarily pictures of bodies especially in a weight focused way)

-ZIONSTS/PRO-GENOCIDE/WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANNA CALL YOURSELF F U C K OFF. THIS PAGE IS PRO PALESTINE. FUCK MY ASS IF YOU'RE NOT PRO PALESTINE

(if you don't know what's going on regarding Israel vs Palestine I'm very happy to give an explanation but I am N O T discussing this. Good people are pro Palestine.)

(If you apply for the rest of my DNI feel free to ask why or discuss calmly with me but if you start getting angry you're fucking blocked)

-Homophobes, transphobes, enbyphobes, racist, yadda yadda if ya hate people fur things they cannot or should not change fuck off right to hell

-Against therians/otherkins

-Ableists (that includes if you believe NPD or other PDs are inherently bad or use terms like "nArC AbUsE". They're people too and they can be nice.)

-Against mspec gays/lesbians, turigirls, lesboys, or other contradicting labels

-Against self-diagnosis

-Endo/t*lpa (*u) systems and their supporters (if you're respectful or syscourse neutral you can stay, just know that I'm under the belief that endo systems are either not systems or they're invalidating their own trauma. If you use labels such as "neurogenic" to say you formed from trauma bc of a mental illness, that is literally trauma and makes you traumagenic)

[anony-mouse-writer]

Down With The King!

I will be watching everyone’s povs for this cuz why not. spoilers for the king’s vault on hermitcraft season 9

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- the king issued a challenge to the server. if they managed to beat his impossible vault, he would return the diamonds and resign as king. if they failed, he would be king of the server forever more

- ren: welcome to the vault!

everyone else: booo

ren + co, who have spent a week doing massive grind making this vault: wow such enthusiasm

everyone else: woo

- everyone takes off all their gear. this does mean dwarfpulse is beardless the whole time, which is cursed

- the knights of the square table all watch from little tinted glass tunnels the whole time its fantastic

room one was cub’s parkour and a mob fight. everyone fails the double slime jump

- jevin (dare sticked to be useless) pulls a midnight black cats but the hoglins were all weirdly passive so its fine

- a brief aside with bdubs versus about half the server in pvp

- after bdubs was skain, joe, in chat is all ‘oh no, cleo we better prepare for trouble’ and im so so sad no one made a team rocket joke back

room two was cleo’s explosive game of red light green light.

- doc and etho just fucking cheat at the end and no one stops them

- cleo threw a lever just for fun and jevin got in a huff ‘fine you wanna cheat? we can cheat!’ and then immediately dies and ends up at fucking spawn

- redstone door fails and joe manually has to set it off. this feels right somehow.

- another aside with a worse-for-wear bdubs vs half the server pvp part 2. he’s got a black eye and a missing tooth

room three is scar’s pay to win parkour

- grian, having 3rd life flashbacks: scar put your shirt on

- for a bunch of people bitching sbout being broke they sure are quick to pay to win loll

room four grian: ready for top ten anime betrayals?

- everyone choosing to just skip grian’s room while he tries to convince them that its a bad idea by explaining his fae-ass logic

- grian is so sad that no one trusts him

- everyone goes to fight the king and gets fucking wrecked in a kill box, its incredible

- grian got like half the room out on the first two questions lolll

- ‘if its not lit up, its not scar safe’

- grian: ren had no supervision over my loot table >:)

the final fight was against the knights of the round table in increasingly powerful armor lol

- my first thought was cub was in netherite, but no it was enchanted leather lol. i wonder if it was as good as zed’s

- joe didnt even know he was gonna fight loll

- bdubs was in full diamond fighting a small army in full diamond and this ended exactly as well as you’d expect

- rip doc monster who i think was the only one to actually die in the one on one fights

- bdubs’s vault is may have had a puzzle, but everyone just flipped levers until it opened

results: the diamonds are missing. i saw someone say mumbo stole them and yeah. ill incorporate that into my world view.

- they reskinned snowballs into tomatoes to throw at ren in his cage and im cackling

- everyone: booo hiss

ren: :(

everyone: uhh. sorry

- team effort to take down the afk banner my beloved

- grian asks to take the crastle loll

miscellaneous:

- i was wondering where all the cursed ren heads came from and apparently joe killed him a bunch (source: gem 19)

- soup group’s training montage my beloved. impulse’s mcc audition tape?

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft spoilers #hc9 #i adore this so much #i cant even express that properly #mcyt #op

[sobbingdistantnoises]

1. 3. 11. 14. 19. 24? for the artist ask

1. Who did you pick?

The Dead Kennedys!! They're not my absolute favorite band, but they're quite high up there, and they're the band I've gotten really into the most recently :))

3. Why are they your favorite artist?

The lyrics and vocals definitely have a lot to do with it, especially in Frankenchrist (album by them), but also I really love the riffs!! Initially, that was actually like, the thing that stood out to me the most when I first listened to Soup Is Good Food (the soup song)—I really liked the main riff of it, and that's what got me listening to it somewhat obsessively

11. Do you own any of their merchandise?

Nope, don't own any of any band. What I will do soon (ish) though, is write something Dee Kay related on a box of Jello (the food) that my family got from the store today and hang it up on my lamp, so maybe that counts as DIY merch, lmaoo

14. Which of their albums is your favorite?

Frankenchrist! It's probably a bit of a weird choice as it's definitely the record that sounds the most different compared to the others, but the way it stands out also is the reason I like it so much. The lyrics are also really clear and hearable, which was a really unique experience listening to it for the first time for me since I'm used to not knowing what they're saying whatsoever :))

19. Would you like to see them live?

Ooookay, this is the million dollar question with this band. Basically, the band split up in the 80s due to royalty issues and stuff with Jello's label, Alternative Tentacles, and there was a big lawsuit about it and such. In 2001, the band sans Jello got back together, not releasing new material but still playing concerts, and that's been criticized a bunch by Jello, who's said that bands that do reunion tours are just looking for more money and that he does not agree with them "resurrecting" the band whatsoever

Would I do it though? I honestly don't know much about how the remaining Dee Kays play live now, haven't researched it at all, but if people generally enjoyed themselves going to these concerts, why not? Like, I get that Jello doesn't agree with it, but there were still 3 members that initially went for it, so it can't be THAT morally wrong or whatever someone could argue. Also, there's that Tumblr post I saw at some point, not sure who it was by, that said something to the degree of "we're the last generation that will ever get to see these bands alive and live", and that really stuck with me. The Dee Kay's drummer, DH, actually passed away not long ago—late October, I think—and that really cements the point in my mind. Rest In peace though, DH

24. Do you have a favorite member?

Jello!! Funny stage name (and his real name is the name of the guy I sit next to in one of my classes, so that's something), ran for mayor (+ tried to for president) with a surprisingly interesting campaign considering its politics, married in a graveyard on Halloween, 10/10 singing and speaking voice, and he's an interesting character all around

I honestly know next to nothing about any of the others either, partially because I haven't specifically sought that info out, and partially because people REALLY focus on only Jello despite there being several other people in the band. I was actually reading a part of a punk fanzine that had a section on the Dee Kays, and they made no reference to any of the other guys individually while at the same time mentioning that Jello was born in Colorado, so the difference of people who talk about Jello vs the others is a LOT. I do hope to learn more about the other guys eventually though!!

[keefwho]

March 06 - 2024 Wednesday

10:31pm

6/10

This morning I took a little time to myself in the shower to clear my mind and hopefully get hungry. I didn't have an appetite but I made soup in a box and ate the whole thing. I had to use the bathroom and it made me a little late to Jared's ride. His car was very small, I felt cooped up in his car. We talked about my feelings and his experiences as well, specifically instances of him getting pissed at people in the military. He mentioned how there are some things he can't talk to his wife about without it actually causing more problems and this is something I learned too. It was more evidence that you need multiple people to compliment different aspects of yourself. Grocery shopping went smoothly, but I forgot to buy french fries. The old lady asked for my ID because of the drinks and I made a joke about not being expired despite my expired ID. On the way back I got to control the music and we chatted some more. I gave him a hug after we got all my groceries in. I put everything away and had to use the bathroom again. It wasn't a fun time and I decided to take another shower afterwards. I shamelessly enjoyed some 'me time' and baked in the hot water. At this point I decided to make today a self care day. When I got out, I sat down and relaxing while watching Forsen play a new Getting Over It sort of game. I ranted to Daisy about what self care meant and started composing a hierarchy of personal struggles to try and identify and relate them to one another. I cut up all the veggies I bought today for freezing and made stew for lunch. I ate the whole thing so I finally had a good meal in me. I sipped on a coke and decided to do a request today while I chatted with Turkey in VR. The conversation was pretty normal and after I finished the drawing, I felt like leaving. I told her that I didn't feel like socializing but what I actually meant was that I want to be social but I only want to talk about the struggles on my mind. She said she was here for it so I opened up about everything and we started talking. Her and her friend gave some very good perspectives and actually started helping me feel better about some things. Also a troll joined us to talk shit but we got him to open up about his problems genuinely too. I left to join Daisy and chill. We watched the last three episodes of Bojack which were very thought provoking and just stacked on to all the thinking I was already doing, in a good way. I felt good watching them with Daisy. I said goodnight to her since she didn't want to bed call. After she went to bed, I tried doing a little Babbdi stream while playing intercom vaporwave like I wanted to try. 1 guy showed up to say something but that was it. It was mostly about playing the game though and maybe using it as an opportunity to voice my thoughts some more. Towards the end I did that but most of it was spent quietly pondering.

~~~

Today after treating myself with some respect, I realized I want to talk about things more often in general. The past couple days have taught me how beneficial it is to open up when things are hard and how willing so many people are to listen. I don't have to put on a front, I can show up with the struggle at full strength. I've learned my cure to loneliness is to choose to not be alone. I also reminded myself about how important positive reinforcement is in general vs directly fighting something. So I'm working that into how I behave differently. Some part of me feels like I'm wearing a mask and that deep down, it's all still the same. Maybe thats true right now, but change takes time. Maybe I'm not going deep enough, I'll have to figure that out.

3 Things That Made Me Happy Today:

Taking some self care time.

Talking with Turkey and her friend about my feelings.

Watching Bojack with Daisy.

#journal #diary

[blood-mocha-latte]

14 18 & 21!! One last ask game before the new year

aleks you are truly my ask game Buddy. forever grateful for you

14. Favorite book you read this year?'

oh GODDD this is so hard but i would have to say letters from the 442nd by min masuda. it was just SO fucking good no notes

18. A memorable meal this year?

hm. i Surround myself by people (like me) who don't Ever eat anything new but i would have to say our wedding food just in general. an array of pastas clams soups and sandwiches it was so slay of us. basically just everything we grew up with in one place lmao

21. What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?

there are boxes literally Everywhere because we're moving <3

#rie answers #gettin out of dc ladies

[sandwich-salad-soup-or-ravioli]

Welcome to SSSR, the worst gameshow on the planet!

Every day, I will select a food and decide whether it is a sandwich, salad, soup, or ravioli. Based on the reddit post where that guy’s lawyer friend nearly drove another to violence over this. If I cannot categorize a food, I will do something very crazy. I haven't decided what yet simply because it will never happen.

If you want me to do a particular food, please reference the rules below.

1. Your food must be specific enough to have its own identity.

| For example- 'Pasta' would not be allowed, since that's just a category of food, but 'Spaghetti' would.

2. In the case of a food with multiple names, use the funniest name possible.

| Think 'Spotted Dick' vs 'British Steamed Pudding'.

3. Try not to request something that has been done before.

| However, there are exceptions. If I've done 'Tiered Cake' before, 'Tres Leches Cake' would still be allowed since its general difference from other cakes might constitute a different categorization.

4. No fully liquid items.

| Soda is banned, but anything that is decently thick or chunky enough would be allowed.

Thanks for reading! Please submit all foods, questions, and comments through the ask box.

#not SSSR

[jeremy-ken-anderson]

The Colbert Questionert

1) What is the best sandwich?

Keanu Reeves managed to get Colbert to specify that this question is “best sandwich For You,” so you don’t have to answer for all mankind.

Toga’s Soup House serves a crab melt that is my absolute go-to for holidays. It includes slices of lemon you can sprinkle juice from to taste, as well as an aioli you can dip it into for a Flavor Explosion On Demand. It’s glorious.

2) What do you have that you should really throw away?

I have three big-box board games - Arkham Horror, Empires of the Void, and Puzzle Strike: Shadows - that I know I’m never going to play again.

3) What is the scariest animal?

Humans scare me most frequently out of everything on the list. But if “animal” specifically excludes humans (say, using a TTRPG classification where humans are Humanoids instead of Animals) I’d go with black widows, which is a matter of personal risk. I know that I have a body that attracts spiders (I’ve had them lay eggs directly on my skin while I was sleeping), I know that sometimes I spook them and that can cause them to bite, and I have seen black widow spiders within 5′ of where I sleep (thankfully, not inside the same room; It’s on the other side of my bedroom wall, in the woodpile. but still).

4) Apples or Oranges?

If we’re comparing uncooked, oranges win it in the depth of winter. Apples win it for me in almost everything else - I don’t much like oranges cooked in things, and I like raw apples more than raw oranges for most of the warmer times of year.

5) Have you ever asked someone for their autograph?

No. I’ve had quick chats with celebrities and given one a gift, but on reflection I think I’ve never taken a signature.

6) What do you think happens when we die?

Pieces of the pattern of who you were continue indelibly - Those pieces were present before you and it is romantic but not necessarily realistic to think that the events of your life will in any way impact them (I mean, if they could then what the hell is “indelibly” even supposed to mean there?). Most of what you think of as Yourself is tied up in all the physical stuff of you, and we know clearly what happens with that.

I think the soul is no more in heaven after death than it was during life; That is, I think the soul is in heaven during life and you have a responsibility to be the angel it is as best you can with your feeble mortal frame.

Also, sometimes there will be a ghost of you. I’ve encountered those personally on three occasions so that’s not really a matter of belief so much as personal experience. But I think of those more as echoes, so while that can be “what happens when you die” it’s in the same section of my brain as “there will be a funeral” and “there will be mourning” because it is not part of the question of what happens to you when you die. The ghost is no the person, no matter how much I crushed on Christina Ricci in the live-action of Casper the Friendly Ghost.

7) Favorite Action Movie?

Kung Fu Hustle. I enjoyed 98% of that movie, often to an ecstatic degree. So many action films spend 1/4 or more of their time boring me. In a run time of 1:39 this has something like 20 seconds I don’t like to watch.

8) Window or Aisle?

Window.

9) Favorite Smell?

I cannot answer this question honestly in a public place. It’s not a sex thing, but it is a secret I am not permitted to share. As a near runner-up I’m gonna say Waffles with strawberry syrup.

10) Cats or Dogs?

Unlike the apples vs oranges question I don’t have a clear winner. To me the better half from either side is easily superior to the worse half of the other side. I am honored to have known many epic cats and dogs.

11) You get to listen to one song for the rest of your life. What is it?

I would 100% cheat this question and stack my entire music collection into The Anderson Megamix, a single track over 30 days in length, and call that my One Song. Failing that, Rhapsody in Blue.

12) What number am I thinking of?

Stephen, listen to me. Are you listening? I want you to see the number ten, imagine the things that means to society, ten fingers, our base-ten math, the shape of the 1 and the 0. I’m gonna bet I got you to think of the number ten at some point in there.

13) Describe the rest of your life in five words.

Creative, Unusual, Giving, Loved, Joyful Do I know? No. But I choose hope.

Feel free to take it yourself.

[veworrecord]

Fried mac and cheese bites near me

#Fried mac and cheese bites near me mac#

We couldnt take our leftovers because we were going to a show!Įnded dinner with a Mexican Coffee (patron XO and coffee - favorite!) And he had a Fuzzy Nut (nut cordial after dinner drink lol) No biggie but I do wish we skipped the starch and got more broccoli because the dishes are so big and heavy.īoyfriend and I felt bad we ordered so much because we were stuffed by the end. We asked to swap the mash but we got both instead. It comes with a baked potato and broccoli. We sliced right into it and it was perfect. I do believe in allowing meat to rest a tad bit when cooking so it would be better longer but it was great. The bacon, I wish it was diced more fine vs the large chunks but it was good. I love a good elbow pasta with delicious creamy mac. Mozz sticks were delicious, the breading was really good.Ĭalamari, had a good batter on them and super crispy. Mozz sticks because my boyfriend loves them, calamari and butternut squash soup. We started with (probably too many) apps. Our server, Angel, was knowledgeable about the menu and very honest. It forces you to walk to floor and it's beautiful. The bar is in the back of the restaurant vs right next to the host stand but that's okay. The place is honestly a huge corner in NY. Low, romantic lighting, white cloths on the tables, placings set. Walk in and it looks like such a modern place. Simple but looks like it's an old mom and pop joint. I probably will never go back here for food tbh. He also ordered a side of fries which arrived pipping hot and crispy, very good! The drink were super good and surprisingly pretty strong. My boyfriends food was better than mine, he ordered the salmon with spinach which was honestly good. It looks amazing but literally just tastes like macaroni and butter. The asparagus were hard and definitely needed 10-15 additional minutes of being cooked. The mash potatoes weren't flavorful and honestly tasted like boxed mash. The waiter was super nice about the situation and apologized countless times. I ordered my steak medium and it came more on the well done side so I had to send it back.

#Fried mac and cheese bites near me mac#

For my entree I ordered the NY strip steak with mash potatoes and asparagus with a side of Mac and cheese. We ordered the lobster flatbread for our appetizer, it was pretty good. The restaurant was spacious and beautifully designed. We were seated immediately at our socially distance table. My boyfriend and I went here on a Sunday afternoon with no reservation.

#Fried mac and cheese bites near me

[love-takes-work]

Sorry if this has been asked before but, out of the food you’ve made from SU - which one(s) would you say is(are) the most worth it to make?

I'm not really sure what constitutes "worth it"!

Just about everything is worth doing once. Are you talking about what's tasty enough to justify the work, or just which things are the most delicious? Well, if the following doesn't answer your question, feel free to clarify, but here are a few lists:

Stuff I've made that wasn't very good, would not make again

***Cereal to Stop the Foot***

***Moldy Tuna Burrito***

***Colonel Kernel’s Classic Creamed Corn***

***Lars’s Herring Lunch***

***Fire Salt Fries***

***Durian Juice***

***Blowtorch Grilled Cheese***

***Onion Rings*** (I just don't like onions)

***Macaroni Cheese / Macaroni and Nothing***

***Mayo Sandwich***

***Caprese Salad***

***Guacola***

***Pizza Bagel*** (the pepper flakes were too spicy for me)

***Sandwich & Formula***

***Rainwater Macaroni***

***Potluck*** (I didn’t like the fruits, especially durian)

***Drinkable Beans***

***Jungle Moon Alien Carcass*** (didn’t like the sauce)

***Mooncakes***

***Fruit Loops Cereal***

***Everything Bagel Dog***

Stuff I've made that was decent to good, but it's not anything special or the effort outweighs the benefit:

***Giant Bird’s Egg***

***Scary Frybo Fries***

***Sandwich NOT for Cats***

***Amethyst’s Birthday***

***Pearl’s Birthday***

***Suitcase Sam’s Lunch***

***Our Own Snacks***

***Crystal Lizards for Lion***

***The Largest Bowl of Ice Cream***

***Slurpable Fish***

***Chaaaaps***

***Amethyst’s Torta***

***Cliff Picnic***

***Dad Breakfast***

***Cherry Man’s Secret Meal***

***Secret Team Bits***

***Fish Kebabs***

***Big Fish***

***Cheeseball Cake***

***Baby Melon***

***Mama Sadie Lunch***

***No Home Boys Lunch***

***Waffle-Egg Sandwich***

***Breakfast-Only Breakfast Special***

***Rebel Turkey Legs***

***Bodyguard Sandwich***

***Crying Breakfast Friends Frozen Breakfast (and Melted Ice Cream)***

***Three-Way Sub***

***Pizza Steven Universe***

***Tea and Cookies with Uncle Grandpa***

***Amethyst’s Pile of Food***

***Club Sandwiches for Amethyst***

***Fresh-Squeezed Lemonade***

***Best Breakfast in the World***

***Perfectly Timed Afternoon Sandwich***

***Vidalia’s Noodles & Butter***

***Soup When it Rains***

***Marshmallow-Hot Dog Kebab***

***Poutine***

***Amethyst’s Hoagie***

***That was a CAKE??***

***Fresssshhh Donuts***

***Pepe’s Burgers***

***The Finest Steak and Brie***

***Corndogs for Shorties***

***French Toast Breakfast***

***Fantastic Fries***

***Mozzarella Sticks, French Fry Pizza, and Deep Fried Pizza***

***Me-Time Meal***

***Fancy Orange Juice***

***Cereal Dust and Mushed-Up Carrots***

***Protein Bars & Pine Tea***

***Egg Salad***

***Sugar Shock Shut Down***

***BRUNCH!***

***Shield Sautéed Veggies***

***Gem Harvest Cake***

***Gem Harvest Meal***

***Korean Lunch***

***Zoo Fruit***

***Lars’s Pumpkin-Shaped Pumpkin Bread***

***Lars’s Ube Roll Cake*** (I’ve made this 3 times trying to get it right--it’s honestly not one of my favorite flavors, others would disagree)

***Food for Stranded Humans***

***Donut Box for the Suspects***

***Jungle Moon Fruit***

***Party Sub***

***Pink Lars Donuts***

***Pink Diamond Shards***

***Tots & Tot Bits***

***Fish Stew Pizza’s Everything Pizza***

***Battle Rations***

***Bixbite’s Perfect Pizzas***

***Zoo Fruit Drinks***

***Carrot Bean Meal***

***Tomato Soup on the Go***

***Clams, Peanut Butter, and a Side of Fresh-Cut Grass***

***Bluebird’s Cake***

***Amethyst’s Breakfast vs. Steven’s Breakfast***

***Off Colors Graduation Cake***

***Spicy Chili***

***Together Forever Cake***

***Cookie Cat Ice Cream***

***Big Fish***

Stuff I've made that I've made multiple times or would definitely make again--FAVES BOLDED:

***Hot Dogs***

***Cookie Cats***

***Vanilla Cookie Cats***

***Fry Bits***

***Bagel Sandwiches for Crystal Shrimp***

***Together Breakfast***

***Bigger Together Breakfast***

***Popcorn for Onion***

***Strawberry Battlefield Cake***

***Large Pizza, Extra Fishy: Fish Stew Pizza***

***Greg’s Funnel Cake***

***Edible Cloud***

***Hot Dogs & Hamburgers***

***Oyster Crackers***

***Fire Salt Donuts***

***Zucchini with Linguine***

***Fusion Cuisine Dinner***

***Dog-Nut***

***Nut-Dog***

***“Nicey Spicey” Pretzels***

***Garnet’s Chocolate Chip Cookies***

***Marshmallows***

***Biscuits and Jam***

***Smoothie, Orange Slices, Juice***

***Square Pizza***

***Lion Lickers***

***Cookie Cat Cake***

***Burrito Pizza***

***Snack Sushi***

***Korean Street Food (Hotteok & Banana Milk)***

***Salad That’s Mostly Cheese***

***Together Breakfast Wedding Cake***

***Snow Cones***

***Dirt***

***Nighttime Hot Cocoa for Steven***

***Ice Cream a la Pie***

***Steven’s Homemade Cookie Cats***

#food #long post #steven universe #myblog

[loquaciouslo]

3 / ? | Study Date.

chapter synopsis. in which there are lessons to be taught.

pairings. yoongi x reader. jimin x reader. eventual ot7.

genre. this is guilty pleasure genre, there. absolutely gonna be smut. smut is essential. if you’re here to be holy, come on in!

word count. 5.9k

next chapter ➸

WARNINGS! oblivious vs blatant flirting (oh no how awful), absolutely genuine and trustworthy niceness and chivalry, a little manipulation, manhandling, sub!reader, dom! yoongi, dom! jimin, coercion, tw dub con / non con approaching this ch. 

Not even a yogurt in sight. That’s what you’re thinking as you stand in front of the fridge, the door swung right open; the light illuminated from within reflecting off your pouting face. There’s nothing but a water bottle and grape juice on the top shelf and nary a snack, a morsel, anything, in sight for you to eat. Usually, there’s a little something, but everyone else must have gotten to everything earlier and before you. Just the thought makes you wish you had eaten breakfast earlier, but in your eagerness to make it on time and not be that person interrupting service, you just skipped. You regret that decision now. And as if on cue, your stomach makes a pitiful growl and you groan, looking down disappointingly at your tummy.

Change of plans. Time to raid the cupboards. You go for the one closest to you and peek inside, reaching your hand in to pull out a can of… peas? When did the church ever need a stock of peas? It just feels weird to you, so you shove it back. It’s not very appealing anyhow. The further you look up the shelves you spot nothing but ingredients, things like sugar, coffee creamer until you peer up and see something you could stomach—some delicious saltine crackers. The little crab ones meant for soup. Okay, it’s not exactly your go-to snack unless you’re sick or hungover, but it’ll do. You’ve eaten blander options, like your aunt’s cooking.

Now if I could only reach the top. You take in a deep breath and stand at the highest of your tiptoes. The heels you’re wearing help give your rather average height advantage, but it’s just not cutting the gap between the box and your fingertips. Your nails graze the bottom, almost, but you end up back on your heels, defeated and pouting once more. Who designed this fucking kitchen? The tallest man alive or what?

“Need a little help?”

The voice comes from behind you. While you’d been preoccupied with your task at hand, you hadn’t heard the soft click of Jimin’s footsteps or noticed the way his frame leaned against the door, deciding to play it quiet for the sake of getting to watch your shapely ass lift from the ground in those heels. He could spare a few seconds watching the way your skirt rides up your thighs, only hindered by those delectable cheeks, couldn’t he? But as much as he appreciated the view, he wanted to get a good look at the sheer blouse you’re wearing.

You really should get better at getting a sense of intuition when someone has their eyes on you. Really, you should just have more sense of awareness in general, Jimin thinks, but the upside is that it works to his advantage. It’s when you aren’t looking that he can take his fill without a single guilty thought at work.

“What?”

You answer on instinct, swiveling around on your feet, completely taken off guard. You didn’t expect someone to be there, observing you. You shake off your hypervigilance.

“Uhm—it’s okay. I got this.”

“It really doesn’t look like it,” Jimin replies, unaware, or perhaps entirely aware that his tone sounds just a tad patronizing. Do you like that? You're not sure, as pretty as it sounds coming out of that mouth of his. When you fail to answer him, he walks towards you in languid strides. “so, let me ask you again. Would you like a little help?”

You’re not… sure what to say. But he expects an answer from you, that much is clear. Obviously, he's looking for something along the lines of a yes, and then those words just tumble out of your mouth on yet again, instinct, because you do feel a little silly denying him. What’s the point of this existence of yours? You’re wearing heels and you still can’t reach the fourth shelf. And Jimin is taller than you by at least three, maybe four or so inches than you?

“Okay.” You say nodding. “Please help me.”

Jimin likes the politeness of your answer and smiles yet again. He has a better poker face than you, one that doesn’t give him away half as much as yours does. 

All you know is that he looks even better up close and personal.

The second he’s standing in front of you, you’re distinctly aware of your close proximity to each other. He’s close enough to reach, to touch. You can smell the soft scent of his cologne mixed with what must be his natural smell and body wash; you can peak at the sliver of an exposed neck and collarbone from the first button of his shirt being undone. It’s white, and it contrasts beautifully against his soft skin.

Jimin takes advantage of your distraction, smiling above you, and as his much longer arms are reaching for the box at the top shelf, he doesn’t give you much of a choice to move anywhere besides backing you into the counter. You could have moved, but now it's too late to do so; too awkward. You’re forced to lean back, trying to keep the millimeters apart between you two, as if you’re afraid of touching him. Your fingers are already trembling at the idea, but Jimin just wants to make this hard for you.

Does he know that?

He places the crackers in front of your chest to take, so you gingerly grab the box with both hands. You’re happy you have something to put your eyes on instead of his face because you have the vague sense that he’s looking rather intently at yours. You go to pry open the unopened box of pure bland yeast sprinkled with ground salt. It’d be better in a soup, you internally mope.

“Thank you.” You tack on after a beat. You don't want to seem ungrateful.

“You’re welcome.”

Jimin is...

This time, you find yourself able to move around. You put some distance between you two, hoping it looks as natural as you tried to implement it, and close the cupboard door.

“So, what has you scoring for food in here instead of going out to eat? Service is almost over and everyone’s getting ready to go home.”

“Oh,” You say, honest immediately. “Yoongi asked me for help with some parts of the sermon we went through. The verses, you know. So, I’m trying to eat something beforehand, that’s all. I kind of skipped breakfast.” You leave it at that, feeling like you’re gonna start rambling. You put a few of the crackers in your mouth and grimace at the taste.

Jimin nods in understanding. And then he surprises you.

“I have some skittles if you want some. It’s not really food, but.”

You look at him then, right in his lovely brown eyes. You can’t help but admire the blond locks of messy coiffed hair, nor the way he likes to part it. Sometimes, you wonder if he has a professional stylist or if he just naturally has himself all figured out. It’d be nice if you had yourself all figured out, too.

“Okay.” You let out a little laugh, unable to deny that you’d like that. “If you’re offering. They’re my favorite.”

“Really?” Jimin lights up when he hears that. He reaches into his back pocket, bringing out an unopened pack of them. Ripping a slit off the top, he goes to pour some into your hand.

“I thought I was gonna eat these during the service but thought better of it.”

You can’t tell if he’s serious or not.

“Have as much as you want.”

This is way better than having to eat another stale cracker. You give another smile and pop one into your mouth. You like to suck on them until the color is gone, then chew and then swallow. Jimin watches the action with ease, the gentle way it slides down your throat.

“It’s sweet of you to be so helpful.” He compliments, dragging his eyes away from the slope of your neck. He follows suit and pops a skittle into his mouth, the tip of his tongue peeking out between those beguiling lips of his. It’s hard for you to not notice the swallow of his Adam’s apple, either. The next thing he says pulls you out of your thoughts, eyes blinking.

“I didn’t know you offered such services. If I had known sooner, I would have liked to ask you for help too.”

Your expression morphs from a distracting desire to a look of consternation.

“Well,” You laugh a little nervously at his touch of unintentional—you’re sure is—flattery. “I wasn’t until Yoongi asked.”

“Oh... so, if I asked you now, could I join in? I could use some helpful feedback.”

A beat passes.

“If—you know—you’re willing to help a second party out.”

Jimin tacks the last sentence on quickly, as a way for you to have an out. But the way he phrases it, and the hopefulness in his tone has you saying yes after just a beat.

You do, much to his concealed delight.

“I wouldn’t mind.” You nod, fiddling with the corner of the box, unsure of how else to occupy your hands. “The more, the merrier, right?”

Jimin smiles wide at that, letting out a quiet laugh. It’s breathtaking, how easily handsome he is.

“I like your enthusiasm. You’d make a good tutor.”

Another skittle goes in your mouth. It allows you to come up with something to say.

“I’m surprised you don’t have a degree in flattery.”

The playful comment doesn’t miss Jimin, and he’s quick to throw it back just as easily.

“It’s not that hard when you’re so easy to flatter.”

Is that a compliment or a backhanded tease?

Before you can even tease him back—let alone throw something smart as him—you hear a text tone going off. It’s Jimin��s phone, you realize, not yours.

Hey, wait. Where is my phone?

“Sorry.” He says quickly, pulling you out of your momentary panic. His attention has been diverted to the text message that pops up on his home screen. A few seconds pass and he’s typing away something quick and hitting send. Honestly, you’re thankful for the distraction. You need to find an excuse to go so you can have time to prepare yourself and find your phone. Now that you think about it, you don’t recall having used it or heard it go off during the morning sermon. I must have forgotten it at home. Fuck. And I bet there’s no time to head home and get it either. I have to rely on...

“I actually have to go, but I’ll be back in time to meet up! I promise. I can tell Yoongi to meet us in the garden?”

You know which one. You like spending your time there, on the church's grounds, and it is where the three separate and smaller buildings which this public place of worship is built on. They’re meant for the children, youth, and young adults to gather for their own sermon being held and to study with their fellow group mates.

The set-up there was simple, comfortable, and minimalist. The color scheme was cool, bright tones, in order to give the atmosphere of being calm and uplifting. Decorations were present in every building. For example, the children did arts and crafts that the church hangs around their building to celebrate and show off. And the furniture? Two words: So comfortable. You loved lounging on the couches while you studied either the word or your homework. Pastor Min was responsible for all the tasteful choices, and you loved him for that.

It’s one of the many reasons you like going here and only here.

Now granted, it wasn’t quite the kind of idea you had in mind, but Jimin’s idea is equally, if not a better idea. You didn’t see why you couldn’t all gather there. It’s a reasonably good choice.

You nod once more in affirmation and Jimin gives you one last smile before leaving, a skip not too noticeable in his step.

“Great. See you soon, y/n!”

Once Jimin’s gone and out of view, far enough away for you to no longer hear his shoes against the hard floor, you release the breath you’ve been holding.

I survived that. I survived a whole conversation with that... that man.

It doesn’t take long for the minutes to pass by while you try to enjoy the handful of skittles Jimin gave you, crackers forgotten on the counter.

You’re in the garden before the two of them arrive, sitting down on one of the stone benches, rubbing the petal of one striped carnation by your feet. Aren’t you an interesting fellow? You’ve never noticed striped carnations in the garden before. I’ll have to look you up when I get home. You spend a few moments admiring some of the universe’s finest creations, that you forget to note the mental time.

You’d hazard a guess that it must be close to 2 P.M. because that’s how long it usually takes for everyone in the church to disperse after the afternoon is over, and you don’t have a phone to rely on for the rest of the day, so you relied on the devices around you to keep you on track. Your attention is quickly taken by the murmuring voices you hear approaching from your left.

And there they are. Jimin and Yoongi turning the corner of the entrance, coming into your direct view. You swallow softly. You must practice keeping yourself focused on the task at hand so that you can give the best advice that you can offer. If you can do that, then this will have been a positive and memorable experience. And you’ll have left it unscathed and unaffected. And most definitely not with an even worse harboring of a crush.

It’s just kind of hard when they’re wearing similar, but not completely matching outfits. They’ve both got on their formal wear; white long-sleeve shirts with ties and black slacks. One sports a pair of dark brown shoes, the other distinctly black. It’s something you’re used to seeing them wear. Yoongi’s the first to wave, stepping into your inner circle as you rise to greet them.

“We meet again!”

Yoongi is the first to reach for you, gentle, into a chaste half-hug; his cheek nearly brushing yours. Jimin follows second. Their expressions are warm and inviting when they pull away, and it lights a fire under your heart. You've never hugged them before and this is the closest you've ever come.

Why is my heart beating so wildly? 

It’s the first time they’ve treated you so affectionately that without a doubt, and without it meaning too, it leaves you feeling good. 

Why do they have to be so nice?

“You can blame Jimin for us taking so long getting here.”

“Oh, shut up,” Jimin snarks, giving Yoongi a look. But then he turns to give you a half apologetic one, shrugging, “it was nothing. Sorry for the wait.”

You take his word for it, not wanting to push the topic. You’re not that interested in knowing why.

Okay, you’re a little curious. But it's not your place to be nosy and you must remember to be on your best behavior. You barely know the two of them. So, impressions matter.

“Are you ready?” You ask instead. Not trying to rush, but trying to get somewhere with the conversation. You didn’t want this to lull into a period of tense silence all because of you and your nerves.

“More ready than Yoongi.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You both are.”

You mutter, laughing while walking ahead of them. And that is to your detriment. You feel an assertive touch to your back. It’s Jimin that pokes his finger into the back of your shoulder.

“Are we? I could say a thing or two about you.”

Before you have anything smart to say back, your walk through the garden in search of the right building's entrance. Yoongi is the first to reach for the knob and opens the door wide, beckoning both of you inside.

“Ladies first.” His eyes meet yours again, and you promptly look away, too nervous to look him in the eye. Shooting him a subtle smile is as far as you get. The light that filters through the room is quickly cast away at the sound of the door closing shut behind all three of you. 

You walk past him, mustering a thank you very much. You suppose chivalry wasn’t dead.

And behind you, unheard to your little ears, is the 'click' of the door locking shut.

Jimin distracts you by leading you to one of the couches in the middle of the room, letting you settle in comfortably. You smooth your skirt, listening to something Jimin has to say as they both come to sit on each end of the couch. Jimin to your left, Yoongi to your right.

You’re exactly where you ought to be.

“It was a lovely sermon, wasn’t it?” You say, looking between the two of them. You pull a piece of hair out of the frame of your face and settle your book on top of the coffee table in front of you.

“Yeah, it was great.” Jimin agrees, while his companion replies after him. “It was fantastic.”

“It was quite touching.” You nod, sufficiently calmed down.

“Ah, I love the way he delivers the word.” It’s Jimin who speaks next, right as he’s shuffling through his bag for his bible. He pulls his out just in time with Yoongi.

“My father is good at what he does.”

The praise rolls easily off Yoongi’s tongue, and abruptly you’re hyper-aware that you’re still with the pastor’s son. Of course, his son respects his father. Everyone respects pastor Min and his family. And everyone has good reason with good hearts. You really did put a lot of faith into people and their good intentions, including Yoongi. After all, like father like son, right? And Jimin, by association, since they were so incredibly close.

You didn’t have a doubt in your mind that they could be anything other than just nice, good-to-do people.

Yoongi’s the first to open his bible as he eyes your blouse. It’s one of your favorites – a soft, pink, satin blouse. It hugs you in the right ways, just enough give so that it’s breathable against the skin. It’s pulled more taught around the middle of your chest, seeing as you’re much fuller there than the rest of you. You don’t think much of it, not right away.

“That’s satin, isn’t it?” Yoongi asks, his tone discernible by the way he’s looking at you. It takes you a second to understand what he’s talking about.

“What?” You blink.

Oh. You look down.

“Yes, it is.” You laugh, looking at him the slightest bit funny. What an odd question. You didn’t expect him to just... know? Let alone point it out. The only guys you knew who could tell the difference between fabrics like cotton and polyester were your friends with a great sense of fashion. And they just loved to help coordinate your outfits. This one was courtesy of your best friend, Ellie. Bless her soul. You did look rather nice. Pretty even. You almost wanted to ask how come he’s asking, but you bite your tongue to let him implore further if he wants.

Yoongi clearly has a sense of fashion, that much has been revealed to you. It’s something you find very attractive.

“It looks good on you.” He continues. “A little expensive.”

“It was a gift.” You blurt out, feeling immediately embarrassed. Why should you? Just because it was a little expensive.

So naturally, you second guess yourself. It’s your turn to ramble and continue.

“... from a friend. But thank you for noticing. God has definitely blessed me with—”

“—God’s definitely blessed you,” Jimin responds, “God has blessed all of us.”

“Quite so, yes.” You agree, relaxing. He’s not wrong…

Yoongi’s the one to bring something else up.

“Want to go over the sermon?”

“Yes,” You say, eagerly, half forgetting what’s in your own lap. Your own bible. You look between the two of them, trying to gauge their reactions. “Who wants to go first? Unless there’s a section you’re both confused with? We can go over that together first if it makes it easier.”

Jimin’s the first to pipe up, intending to take his turn first. He shifts an inch closer to show you.

“He was saying some really interesting things. It’s in… what was it?”

Jimin starts flipping through the pages of his own book, tongue poking out just a peek from between his teeth as he seems to search for something specific.

“Hm, my bookmarker here, let’s see… yeah, this is where I read it. I really like…”

All the while Jimin is talking, pilfering through the finely printed pages of his book, the gap between you two is shrinking. You don’t notice it at first. Until his fabric-clad knee bumps into you. What became a foot between the two of you is closing in on nothing. Your leg twitches on instinct, withdrawing from the contact, all the while trying to keep your focus on what Jimin is trying to explain.

You hope Yoongi doesn’t feel ignored. He’s awfully quiet behind you, so much so that you could easily forget he was there. And briefly, you do.

Jimin, you’re starting to sense, has no idea what personal space is. When he notices the dubious look on your face, an apology falls easily from his plush lips and sheepish face.

“Ah, I’m sorry, you just make me very nervous.” He bites the inside of his cheek. “You’re so pretty.”

He says it so smoothly, like the satin you slid over your skin this morning when you buttoned up your blouse, wondering if anyone special would take notice. Not that you weren’t actively looking for compliments, but ever since Jimin remarked how pretty you looked in your summer dress last week... well, you did have half the girlish mind to wear another one the next Sunday.

And yet, you deliberately decided to not do that the next morning, somehow upset with yourself for basing your decisions on whether Jimin—or Yoongi—would or wouldn’t like it. Like you were dressing up for them. They weren’t even yours, so who does that?

“Ah, thank you—thank you very much.” You flush, uncertain whether you feel flattered or uncomfortable. That’s the second time he’s said that to you. Does he not feel shy when he tells you that? You keep eye contact until yours are inevitably brought down to the closed bible in your lap. Your fingers, trembling ever so slightly, pinch the pages open to where Jimin’s bookmark lies. He is still eyeing you with intent.

“Now uh, what was it you wanted to go over?”

You try to break the tension that’s taken hold of the room.

“From the Book of Mark? Just show me which verse you need help with first and we’ll go from there.”

The words come out a little ushered, trying to calm your racing heartbeat and the pace of your breathing all at once.  

“Are you always like this?” Yoongi chimes in, done being a simple onlooker to what’s transpiring between you and Jimin. You really forgot he was here, in the same room, until he spoke up.

“Like what?” You ask, turning your head around.

“Like a bashful deer in the headlights.”

“Bashful?” You murmur, bewildered. I'm not bashful, I'm just feeling a little inexperienced.

You turn to Yoongi openly, brows furrowed. You’re a grown woman, you tell yourself. And that doesn’t sound much like a compliment to your sense of womanliness. "I'm no such thing."

“You’re a sweetheart.” Jimin softens, his voice betraying your thoughts. You turn your attention turns to him. You’re keenly aware of the hand resting behind you on the couch, but it makes no move to touch you. He won’t touch you. Not yet.

“I don’t know how many more times I can keep saying thank you. I don't...” You admit, resisting the urge to bite the inside of your cheek, “... really know what else to say.”

It was just one of the ways you were raised. When someone compliments you, you’re supposed to thank them. Doesn't matter if you're thankful or not, or whether you understand why in the first place. What you did have was a problem with being viewed in an unfavorable light so you soften down on their intentions and try to relax. You really do.

“You don’t have to keep saying thank you,” Yoongi reassures, tilting his head. You can feel the soft caress of his hand along your spine when seconds ago it wasn’t there. The action tickles your skin in a distractive way. “You can just accept the compliments we give you. You’re already so thankful, we can tell.”

“You two are very sincere,” Your mind scours the depths of your brain for the right words. “I can see that. But…”

“What is it?” Yoongi encourages, leaning in.

“I just don’t know what brought all of this on,” You divulge, all in a rush.

There. You’ve got it off your chest. It just feels like things have taken a weird turn in a different direction ever since Jimin approached you last week and you can't shake it off. There was just something different about it. About them.

"Was it because you…?”

“If you really want to know, it's because I actually really like you...”

Okay. 

Okay, okay.

Yoongi smooths a hand down his thigh and turns to better face you. His face is soft, understanding.

“... as well as your mom. You're very kind and respectful additions to our little community.”

“And,” Jimin adds, “you made us pretty get-well cards when we were sick.”

You don’t say anything at that. That's right. I did do that. But why does it matter?

“What? Did you think we’d forget?” He smiles.

“I just…” No, but you didn’t expect them to give it that much thought, just that they might appreciate the sentiment at the moment and move on. If it were you, you’d appreciate the same, but would you remember it now, months later? 

Do unto others and you would have them do unto you. That’s how it’s versed. Maybe it doesn't matter.

Yoongi’s next question is rather disarming.

“Is it just you and your mom who always go to church? We only ever see you with her when you're here.”

Your father is a sore subject, but when it comes to him, you do have a good poker face.

He’s old news to you. He doesn’t deserve to have you wince at the indirect mention of him.

“Yeah, it’s just her and I! Not a lot of my friends are… spiritual, I guess?” You shrug, brushing it off. That’s okay with you. You’ve never been the judgmental sort. “I’ve tried to get them to come. Maybe one day. We’ll see.”

“That's a shame. Maybe one day you can convince them to come along and visit. I’d love to meet one of your friends.”

Jimin actually sounds like he means it.

“Is your mom coming to pick you up?”

“No,” You shake your head. “I told her to go home for the day. I can walk home since I don’t live far from here.”

“Wow. So, it’s just you.”

The silence that falls after that revelation is deafening. The sense of security they gave you begins to fall away when, for the first time in your life, you know the warmth that radiates from Yoongi’s bare hand resting on top of your thigh, finger almost slipping underneath the hemline. Something doesn’t seem right about this situation. About Yoongi and Jimin.

Who have been nothing but nice to you, you remind yourself.

You're gentle with your defenses, your hand touching Yoongi’s long enough to gently remove it from where it’s caressing you.

“No, not too lonely,” You smile, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, avoiding Yoongi’s scorching gaze, “I have the word to keep me company.”

You move in the opposite direction of Yoongi’s spreading thighs, only to bump into Jimin, who makes no motion of moving. You realize there isn’t much room for you to go anywhere between them. Nowhere to go. You squeeze the bible in your lap like it’ll give you the answer of what to do.

You get two unison chuckles at that, Jimin wiping one of his eyes. “You’re so funny,” he laughs, "and so cute.”

“Very cute,” Yoongi hums.

The open palm of Jimin’s hand rests along your lower back, rubbing it suggestively as he works with his friend.

“But you know, y/n... everybody needs a little bit more company, sometimes.”

A part of you has finally started to understand what’s going on here.  

A part of you has finally, finally, started to panic.

“I...”

It’s in the look they exchange between the two of them that has you standing up, getting ready to leave before you can find out where this is quickly snowballing, but you’re simply not fast enough, nor strong enough to get out of the grip of two surprisingly strong arms. You don’t get to think about what happens next as you’re being hoisted up and onto Jimin’s waiting lap, your thighs pulled over the side so that you have no choice but to look at him with the way you’re turned.

“Don’t you agree?” He asks, arms wrapping around your waist, one of them rubbing along the edge of your skirt. Skimming the thin fabric of your pantyhose. Your heart hammers in your chest. Jimin has gone from zero to sixty in how he wants to touch you.

“S-sorry,” You resist, pushing away at his chest. Your eyes are wide, frantic, your heart begins to beat out of your chest from the unexpected maneuver. His hands are on you like it’s his right to touch you like this.

“I really, really like to leave room for Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.”

It’s your nervous habit to laugh and make jokes when you’re in a situation so overwhelming you don’t know how else to save your ass. But it’s enough to make Jimin laugh again and let go of you momentarily to unceremoniously fall off and out of his lap. Your thighs are shaking. You smooth your skirt out and down to rid them of the nerves.

You’re afraid to look at Yoongi. You shouldn’t be. What Jimin did just now is inexcusable– isn’t it?— and why didn’t Yoongi do anything? Why did he sit there and let it happen? You look at him, eyes imploring for answers, but the fixed look he gives you causes nothing sort of a shiver running down your spine.

You’re not ready to find out what it means.

“You are so adorable,” Jimin cuts into your anxious thoughts, and now that he has, you’re no longer safe. You should have gotten up again when you had the chance.

“But really, you should come here.”

Jimin’s voice is still playful, but it suggests that there’s no room for argument. His steady hands lift you with the same disregard for your autonomy as before and settles you down on his lap with albeit more force than the first time.

“Stop.” You protest, harsher now, wriggling to get let loose in his grasp. You push your hands against his chest, ignoring how flat and hard it is underneath his shirt. If this were under different circumstances, you might have been dying to know what laid beneath it—whether he was just as toned beneath what his clothes suggested. You didn’t want this right now.

“Come on, Jimin. Let’s—let’s let go,” You soften, your voice being gentler, kinder. Like you can talk him out of it if you talk to him sweetly, like a child who needs some convincing to let go and compromise. You shift in his lap, antsy, hands shaking as you shove at him. With Jimin clutching you so close to his chest and refusing to let go, you have no choice but to feel the hard cock lying stiff inside Jimin’s pants.

He’s getting hard from this, you realize. He’s hard. I can’t believe it. 

You don’t know how to process this, but it’s like the knowledge this brings you puts you more into a frenzy; laughing nervously while Jimin’s greedy hands wander up to your thighs and along the sides of your waist. He shoves your skirt up so that it can expose your ass to Yoongi’s view, bunching up and around your hips. A view he more than appreciates.

“This is not appropriate! No.” Then you change tactics. Maybe if you ask nicely…

“Please?” You whine, hopeful. You don’t like how Jimin isn’t listening to you. No one’s listening to you.

It doesn’t work.

“I think you just need to relax a little bit.”

“Yoongi—” You turn your head around, twisting your body to get a fuller look at him.

The sight you’re greeted with takes your breath away. He’s laying back against the couch, one arm draped over the armrest while the other finds refuge between his legs. He’s palming his dick, you recognize, eyes wide as you watch him watching you. He grips it then as if it’ll excite or worry you, and the myriad of complex emotions running through you is enough to leave you dizzy and distressed.

He looks like he wants a turn.

Your eyes return to Jimin, pleading once more.

“Maybe you should—Maybe I should go and get us some water—” You try to assuage them, arching backward and taunt in Jimin’s arms. It just causes him to pull you in tighter, without the possibility of escape. “—stop it!”

“Come here,” Yoongi drawls, demanding a look from Jimin. Your protests are starting to get old and tiresome to him and he needs you to calm down. He sits up. Jimin and he exchange glances and before you know it, the weight of Yoongi’s hand is palming your bare ass, squeezing. Touching you through the tights is just a tease to make them harder. “You look so pretty like this.”

“No, I don’t think I will.” You bite, flinching. You’re getting tired of your pleas being ignored. No one is listening to you! And you hate it. You wretch Yoongi’s hand away, not wanting him to touch you.

The next second, in retaliation, your arm is yanked forward, and his hand is back where he put it just seconds before you so rudely shoved him away. The look on Yoongi’s face is nothing short of a warning, his lazy, sweet tone replaced by a man who doesn’t appreciate too much talking back.

“Just relax some. You need to relax.”

“I think you should leave.” You grit out. Or I should leave. Either one will do.

Jimin gives another low laugh at that, leaning forward to sigh a breath of excitement against the skin of your neck. It’s so hot, warm. All while your heart and mind are wild with fear.

“I think we’re gonna stay.”

next chapter: lesson learned ➸

#bts #kpop #bts smut #bts x reader #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts jimin x reader #bts yoongi x reader #jimin x reader #yoongi x reader #bts jimin smut #bts yoongi smut #eventual ot7 #yoongi fanfic #jimin fanfic #bts au fanfic #tw dub con #tw non con

[quinintheclouds]

Matthew McConaughey’s NYT interview on possibly becoming TX governor is something else

Hoo.

god no please no more aggressive centrists

I’d still rather vote for the armadillos

ah yes, common sense, walking in the middle of the road amongst armadillos

good lord

this is the only kind of armadillo party I would not attend

he never clarified his stance, just asked what it was a couple other ways.

VS Beto O’ Rourke’s interview:

(Listening to them back to back was a relief. Beto’s felt like a bowl of warm soup after whatever armadillo dish Matt fed us, like “oh YEAH, this is what a rational, compassionate, informed person who CARES sounds like!”)

See? He gets right to the root of the issue, that this is racial legislation implemented to restrict the rights of voters of color, especially Black and Hispanic people given the South’s makeup and history. The gerrymandering, polling closures, lack of mail-in voting access, the fucking one drop box PER COUNTY law Gregg Abbott put in place, it’s all born of racism and a desire to keep power at all costs. Standing on the shoulders of a system created by the South centuries ago and largely unchecked.

I love how he’s calling for us to pressure Biden to be better cause he NEEDS to be and it’s not happening. Acknowledging that it’s the people who’ve historically facilitated change that gets attributed to those in power. Imagine a Texas governor who understands how fucked the system is and actively works to unfuck it.

He doesn’t miss. Hitting point after point with precision, you’d think he’d be more pro-gun (this is a joke, I still love his quote “Hell yes we’re going to take your AR-15, your AK-47.”) Wish he were more like fellow Texan Julian Castro in using trans-inclusive language regarding reproductive rights, though. Castro was kinda the only one consistent on that front during the 2020 election debates.

Remember how Matt had no idea what SB 1 was or what voter suppression meant, let alone his stance on it? Beto’s right. It’s about control.

Hell yeah, no armadillo party here! And he does put his money where his mouth is -- he is and has been fighting this fight

People shitting on Gregg Abbott is my lifeblood <3 Fuck that guy

I remember how close Beto was to beating Ted Cruz in the Senate race. I also remember the “glitch” in the voting machines that skipped the Senator page and auto-selected Cruz, so you wouldn’t even know you’d voted for him unless you read the review page at the end and went back to fill it in. It took me multiple tries to land on the page cause it kept skipping. Voter suppression won Cruz that election.

Abbott keeps twisting the horrible death rates into “good” things. He consistently denies and fuels these issues, centrists in TX like Matt deny the systemic problems and uphold them, and the people of Texas suffer for it. Whereas Beto pinpoints what the issues are, how and why they began, how they’re still impacting people today, why they need to change, and how to change them. He’s been working nonstop with the grassroots organization Powered by People to actively combat voter suppression, holding events to help people register and work past the red tape and suppression. Imagine how much good he could do in office.

“That’s pure bullshit.” - Beto for Governor 2022

Matthew has since said he’s not running for governor (thank god), and Beto has yet to confirm, but it’s pretty clear he’s most likely running. He says we’ll know in the near future and that the governorship is where their focus should be, etc. He’s saying all the stuff politicians say before announcing their campaign. If he runs, he might actually win and #TurnTexasBlue. Cause it’s a heck of a lot bluer than gerrymandering would have you believe. And that’s without taking into account the 30+ legislations put forth by Abbott to restrict voting rights of people those in power don’t want to vote. Texas is THE most restrictive state regarding voting rights, and that needs to change ASAP.

#texas politics #beto o rourke #gregg abbott #matthew mcconaughey #ted cruz #julian castro #voter suppression #abortion ban #anti mask mandate #powered by people #texas governor election #us politics #quinpost #I'm further left than beto (and most politicians) but he's fighting for what we need and what's right #he really could turn texas blue #simply by making sure texas can vote

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Snow King of yandere ghaccio vs bruno?

Ghaccio is the perfect ice King!!!

This took me a while and this will be multi chapter considering all the stuff that happens in the original story.

Cold as ice pt 1

(Female reader X Bruno and Yandere ghaccio)

You sat under the canopy of roses as you waited for Bruno to come back from his work on a fishing ship. You hadn’t seen him since mid summer. As the first snowflakes of winter gently drifted in the air you remembered how you’d both stay at eachothers house and huddle up near the fireplace as children.

As your mind drifted off you remember a pair of jet black eyes you saw through the frost covered windows when you were younger and the mysterious piece of a mirror and how it made everything seem so worn and ugly. You kept that shard in a little box where every now and then you would inspect it to try and figure out what it really was.

You let out a frosty sigh as you wait for your childhood friend to return home. Your heart pounded as you remembered his lush ebony locks, his deep blue eyes, his sweet voice and warm smile. You held these longing feelings of love towards him inside of your heart but you dreaded to confess those affections to him, you didn’t want to ruin the nearly fifteen years of friendship in your selfish pursuit for something more.

Then you jumped out of your seat as you saw the familiar ravenette view. You stood up before sprinting towards him and wrapping your arms around him. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you looked into his sapphire eyes, his heartwarming smile made you melt in his arms as they wrapped around you.

“I missed you so much Bruno” you exclaimed as you squeezed him tighter.

“I missed you too (Y/n), all I could think about was you the whole time” he replied as he closed his eyes and held you in his embrace. You felt your body heat up as a blush grew on your face, surely he was just trying to be nice but to believe you had been on his mind made you a melting mess in winter.

You two finally separated from your long hug and entered his home where his sickly father was sitting on the lounge waiting. He’d been in this state for a year but his health was slowly improving under your care.

“Padre, how have you been? I hope you haven’t hassled dear (Y/n) too much while I was away?” Bruno asked in the sweetest voice as he pulled his father into his tight grip.

“I’ve been fine and no I’m sure I haven’t hassled the girl too much” he replied with a chuckle.

“So how was the crew? Was the boat?” his father asked him, wondering if it was still the same as he remembered.

“Oh it was great but I’d rather tell all my stories over a warm dinner” he stated.

“Speaking of which, do you need a hand with cooking?” he asked.

“Well I’m considering whether to make soup or a casserole, either way I need some vegetables cut up while I make the base” you replied as you put your hand on your chin. You walk into the kitchen and he follows. As you grab the left over fat from the other night he grabs out the vegetables from the pantry. He carefully chopped an onion but couldn’t help turning his head to look back at you. He just thought about how much he loved you, such a strong pain in his chest as he thought about a future with you, he just couldn’t keep these feelings to himself. Tomorrow he had to confess to you as he knew that it was his only chance to speak the silence he had been holding for so long.

During dinner Bruno shared his tales of his time at sea. like a child you were so fascinated by all his words and asked so many questions of the many places he’d been, so much so that you had even forgotten your bowl of stew as it went cold. He spoke of places where it alway raining down fresh snow or lands where the sun always saturated the land. He told you of the fascinating creatures he had seen. He went on and on with no indication of stopping but you had no problem with it.

Even after dinner he showed you a journal that he had written so many things inside. The most Interesting were the notes he had on the various forien myths and he had learned from the places he’d been. You read them outloud with him as it reminded you both when your grandmother would tell you stories on cold winter nights much like tonight.

Bruno smiled when he caught you sleeping against you. As a child you would be the one to continue to wake him up in the childish pursuits until you eventually passed out, Ironic how you were the one asleep on him now.

He picked you up and pulled back his fresh bed sheets before laying you down on his bed and taking your shoes off. After that he tucked you in, he’d sleep on the lounge. Sure there was enough room to allow himself to comfortably sleep beside you but you two weren’t children anymore and the whole idea of what it ment was changed in your adult minds. Even if intentions were pure.

💐💐💐

You rubbed your eyes as the first rays of sunlight flooded into the room, you groaned as you turned away from the window, you opened your eyes slightly about to close them again before you saw a note on the bedside table. You sat yourself up and slowly allowed yourself to wake up. You stretch out your body before grabbing the note and unfolding it to see Bruno’s handwriting. The note was very vague, only really mentioning to meet him at the town gazebo in the afternoon.

As you set about getting up and going through your everyday tasks, Bruno was set on making his confession to you the most meaningful way he could. He clenched the small box in his hand, wondering if the ring he had brought In his journey would be enough for you. His thought took over him, he was nervous to confess his feelings to you after all these years.

As he walked through the town markets he noticed the most beautiful bouquet of peachy coloured roses he'd seen. He then looked at the old lady who ran the stall. She looked so humble and kind as she gave him a tender smile.

"I see you have your eye's on my roses" she said in her sweet voice.

"I didn't think a rose like this would bloom in the start of winter, where did you get them?" He asked her with curiosity.

"Well young man, I grow Them all myself in my garden… with enough care the flowers will bloom at any time of year" she said followed by a light chuckle.

Bruno looked at the price tag and considered if it was worth it before giving the old lady his money.

"Thank you so much" she thanked as he took the bouquet and opened the box. He took out the ring and put the box in his pocket before slipping the ring over one of the unopened buds.

💐💐💐

As the afternoon approached the temperature dropped and the snow slowly drifted in the air. You covered yourself in a warm coat as you left the house. You walked along the snow covered path as you wondered why Bruno wanted to meet you at the gazebo in town of all places, for a small moment your heart fluttered at the thought of a confession but you quickly composed yourself and dismissed the thought.

Today seemed all too wonderful as you looked up at the cloudy sky before a sharp pain jabbed in your eye and then in your very heart. You rubbed your eye to rid the pain but there was no use.

When you finally managed to open your eyes the world had changed, everything was run down. Buildings were crumbled and the gardens around them were wilted and withered. You didn't recognise this place at all.

You walked some more to see what was barely considered a town. You sat on one of the benches and wondered what happened. You had no sense of fear but rather you wanted an explanation of what was going on. As you were thinking someone approached you. A man with matted black hair and the most sunken features against a pastie face, he smiled at you with crooked teeth. He was ugly, what made him think he had the right to talk to you.

"What's the matter (Y/n)?" he asked with such a familiar voice. You simply tried to ignore him but he became ever insistent to have your attention.

"I need to tell you something" he eventually said in which you responded with a simple what as you looked at him once more.

"I've been keeping this bottled up for so many years, I want to tell you that I want to be more than friends… I love you more than anyone else" he confessed as he revealed a bunch of long dead roses.

Something boiled in, it wasn't anger but some strange feeling that began to control you. You finally stood up and slapped the roses out of his hands before yelling at him.

"Who do you think you are?! Coming up to me and annoying me like this, only to confess that you have feelings with some horrid flowers! You disgust me and I never want to see you in my life ever again!" The words seemed to have rolled off your tongue with little thought before you ran away to the forest ahead.

Bruno watched as you did with a stabbing pain in his heart. Tears threatened to form and he fell to his knees to see the beautiful roses on the ground. Many of the petals scattered by the force of the slap and the precious gem on the ring had a large crack through it. He'd never heard you speak so harshly and wondered if that was how you truly felt about him.

He walked home with a low head and broken heart. When he arrived he sat by the fireplace and looked at it while trapped in deep thoughts.

"What's the matter Bruno?" His father asked. Bruno didn't respond.

"It's ok, you can tell me anything son" he continued and again he got no response.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, I'm just worried about you… you never are gloomy like this" he said before Bruno finally replied.

"I confessed that I was in love with (Y/n) but see yelled about how I was an annoyance and that I disgust her before running away… I've been thinking about it and I just don't understand what happened" he said. His father held his hand in his chin.

"Well I can't believe she would say such things, I always had the impression that she did love you… I think something is wrong" he mentioned. Bruno felt a light ping in his heart as his father talked, it was indeed very unlike you. A bad feeling in his gut maybe something had happened to you, you could be in danger right now.

He stood up and headed for the door.

"I'm going to find (Y/n), I have a bad feeling something's going to happen to her" he said as he left. Ignoring his father's pled for him to come back inside before the storm began.

#yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jjba #yandere x reader #yandere #bruno x reader #ghiaccio x reader #fairy tale au #spacy works #the ice queen