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Hello from the other side of the world. Could you share a little about hiraeth? It's okay if not, I know you said it was hard to explain, but I'm guessing the Wikipedia article is, ah, very simplistic.
What was the feeling that made it silent like a church? Introspection? Was it because of the specific music of tha song, or is the subject of hiraeth always this impactful?
Sorry if this is dumb or insensitive or something, I really know next to nothing about Welsh culture (my country wasn't even invaded by the British Empire, if you can believe it), but that part of the story really stood out to me, and the way you explained it so casually to your friend and he seems to have just understood makes me feel like I'm missing a very big piece of context.
Anyway, thanks for sharing your adventures and shenanigans with us, and it's okay if this is too complicated for right now.
The number of places Britain didn't try to colonise is so low that makes you a unicorn, I think. Congrats!
Happy to explain though, no worries. Part of it is the song itself, which is worth a listen to get the vibe; I do mean a bit of a hush fell over the moderately busy restaurant. It's got hella vibes.
But yes, hiraeth is a very important concept in Welsh. The best translation is 'homesickness', or maybe 'yearning', but it's more complex and nuanced than that. Sort of hard to explain. I've seen it used to describe the urge Welsh people get, when they've been away from Wales for too long, to reconnect; to journey back and climb a mountain and look down into the valley and let your soul heal. I've seen it described as the feeling of bone-deep belonging, the sense of coming home that some people feel who visit Wales for the first time, and find it speaks to them. The land reaching out for the soul, the mountains into the mind. That's hiraeth.
(There's a poem that turns up on Welsh tourist tea towels a lot, no idea where from, but it sums it up as: "To be born Welsh is to be born privileged. Not with a silver spoon in your mouth, but with music in your blood and poetry in your soul.")
I've also seen it described in internet memes as "longing for a home you can never return to", which in typical Anglophone fashion, is almost right while fundamentally misunderstanding and stripping away the most important part. Because it's the longing for a Wales we can never return to. The version of our past, without English occupation, that can never exist again. Thanks to Wales having had a fairly complex cultural and historical makeup, we were not unified as a single country until after English occupation; plenty of unified elements existed before that (uniting under a dragon to drive out the invading Saxons, for example), but not what in the modern day we'd understand as a country. But we ARE a country now; so it's a sort of shared dream. The country we could have been, should have been, can never be. The lost version of us.
That's hiraeth. It's all hiraeth. And it's all specifically Wales.
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Heyy, so I'd like to request the prompt with Douma and the S/o who likes the cold . ((:
Douma [X Reader]
In which Douma's s/o is very acustomed to the cold, but hates hot weather.
Douma had seen his fair share of humans die trying to escape the cult, or even find it, simply due to the cold weather and snow
It took a lot of layers and protection, as well as supplies, to make it down safely and alive before he knew- and most often it was within his control
But you had come and go so many times, barefoot through the layers of snow with nothing but a layer or two of summer clothes as if it were nothing
You were a delivery girl, bringing up food and stock with nothing but a sled or cart depending on the season
Douma of course lulled you into being his, and you stayed despite his unnatural existence
He would always grab onto your ankles and check your feet for frostbite even if you protested, even if he had done it hundreds of times, just to make sure you were okay
Your secret was that your senses didn't pick up cold that well, and your body had gotten so used to it that you were always warmer than the average person
Though very cold to the touch
It meant he could go for walks with you, or continue to have you deliver to him as a confidant, someone that would never waver at the idea of him being a demon
He trusted you dearly, but still encouraged you to at least wear some kind of shoe so you don't hurt yourself on anything sharp
In the summer months, you'd slow down tremendously and often take a night in the town instead of making the trip in a day
Douma figured you just liked the town more when it was lively, but was surprised when you told him it is because you were far more exhausted
You burnt easily in the sun, and struggled with light sensitivity in the summer, so you tried to move only at night when it was colder and darker
Douma finds this hilarious
You're the most demonic human he knows, not too far from him
He'll look into keeping you cool when it gets too hot in the cult buildings
Authors Note - This made me feel like the "Wait you're asking about my theories? Ive waited YEARS for someone to ask about my theories!!" meme!!
Thank you for requesting off my prompt list and I hope you enjoy!
#douma#douma x reader#demon slayer#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer headcanons#headcanons#kny headcanons#kny#kny x reader#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu no yaiba x reader#x reader#reader insert
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OUR SUMMER.
chapter thirteen – daylight.
previous. series masterlist. next.
You shifted from side to side trying to find a better position in your tent, one that would aloud sleep to come, but nothing seemed to help. It was already 23:00 and you’ve never felt so awake. Huffing and quickly getting up, you headed to the exit.
As much as it was hard to admit, Neteyam’s words hammered in your brain all the time. “You’ll always be my first choice.". It almost haunted you.
Sitting in a quieter spot your gaze stopped at Tsireya’s guitar, you were quick to grab it, occupying your mind with familiar notes and songs. The night breeze bringing a comforting sensation. Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam watched from a distance, admiring.
A heavy blanket fell into your shoulders, protecting you from the cold. Looking up, you’d recognize him from a mile away, by touch, voice, demeanor.
“Can’t sleep?” He asked while caressing your back, trying to warm you up.
“Unfortunately. You too?”
“Yes, do you mind if I stay?”
“Never, come here.” Opening your arms so Neteyam could snuggle into you, the cover did it’s job wrapping the two together. You knees touching his.
“I have something for you.”
“Really?!”
He simply nodded, taking an object from his pocket and heading it to you. It was a bracelet with three small oranges and two flowers, your heart skipped a beat.
“This is so beautiful ‘Teyam, thank you. When did you get it?!”
“A few weeks ago, I thought of you the moment I saw it.”
“Me?”
“You.” Neteyam felt apprehensive, he still feared to make you uncomfortable by confessing, but also knew that he’d probably explode if he didn’t.
Neteyam’s feelings for you made him weak on the knees, coward, afraid. However, it also made him strong, brave, hopeful, better. These feelings, mutual or not, were one of the purest things in him, it should be worth sharing, worth having.
“Y/n.”
“Yes?”
“I need to tell you something.”
His serious tone made you worried. “I’m all ears.”
“I don’t believe I love you just as a friend anymore.” He let out, scanning your face. “If you want me to act platonic and take this back I will, promise, but I can’t keep hiding it. I’m hurt when you’re hurt, happy when you’re happy. You’re the first person I think about when something bad or good happens, and the first I want to share everything with. I am always hoping that you see me the way that I see you, because you’re all I see. I… really care about you.”
You were dumbstruck, mouth hanging open. Even if your suspicions existed, it still seemed unreal to hear this.
“Say something? Please. I’m sorry if-”
“You had no idea, did you?” Holding his face, you made sure to stare at him, both with teary eyes. “I love you too, so much.”
You couldn’t help but smile when Neteyam’s lips found yours, giving you a loving kiss, followed by multiple pecs and hugs, as if he was making up for lost time. His touch was soft, tender, wishing to express everything he couldn’t before. All the unspoken feelings were, finally, known.
a/n: neteyam the definition of daylight (this is a taylor swift reference!). i edited this too many times.
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#neteyam x reader#neteyam sully x reader#neteyam x you#avatar smau#modern avatar#avatar the way of water
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Some TOH HCs I wanted to share
There are a LOT of them, so They're under the read more for your scrolling convenience
Luz
-Uses She/They pronouns
-Would watch the entirety of Sword Art Online just to be able to shit on it properly
-Eats way too much Shredded Cheese even though she’s Lactose Intolerant
-Has made a Your mom joke to Willow only to remember she doesn’t have one
-Mains King in Tekken and made a custom attire trying to make it look like the other King
-Screenpeeks religiously in Split Screen Multiplayer
-Predicted Hecazura 2 books into the series, still won’t shut up about it
-Relatively known Digital Artist, her blog probably took off when she started making art of the Demon Realm
-Hates baking
-Helps Amity bake out of the kindness of her heart(Also seeing Amity enjoying herself is really nice)
-Had a cold once, hasn’t had a Human Realm illness since
-Has SH scars from her depressed period back in the human realm(S3E1), still ashamed over them
-Quotes Memes constantly, only Hunter understands what she’s talking about
-Cracked a rib tripping on a rug on her way to bed
Amity
-Absolutely hates Bugs, like, genuinely despises them
-Does not know how computers work, but still tries to use Luz’s laptop to look up date ideas
-Can and will dress as the most stereotypical Witch ever
-Adopted(All 3 Blight Kids are in my HC)
-Likes to bake
-Does not know how to bake
-Gets sick constantly
-Works out a lot so she can help out with rebuilding the Isles(and also a little bit for Luz)
-Used to apologise a lot for minor things(Pre-timeskip)
-REALLY Bummed she didn’t get to see Titan Luz
-Watched the barbie movie the same day Gus watched Oppenheimer
Gus
-Goes nonverbal when stressed out, uses Illusions and his palisman to communicate
-Cried for hours when he finished the last Cosmic Frontier book, even though it was a happy ending
-Likes the idea of Professional Wrestling, but wishes the fights were to the death
-Quotes Cosmic Frontier as a Vocal Stim
-Dramatically perishes in Matt’s arms on the regular
-Headcanons O'Bayley to look exactly like Hunter just for the memes
-Thinks Human 2D Animation is the most beautiful thing to have ever been created
-Watched Across the Spider-Verse and Begged for Luz to draw a Spider-Suit for him, she did one for everyone
-Got really jealous when everyone else got flapjack tattoos, then he realised he could just make one of his own with an Illusion
-Got insanely mad when he learned about Human Discrimination(“How can you hate someone for something they can’t change? That’s ridiculous!”)
-Watched Oppenheimer the same day Amity and Hunter watched the Barbie Movie
Hunter
-LOVES Dino Nuggies
-Didn’t know Dinosaurs were real for a while until Luz showed them to him, Velociraptors are his favourite because “They’re like Wolves but Lizards!” (They’re not)
-Has a tumblr account where he posts about Wolves, Luz is his only follower
-Definitely has a Fursona
-Kicks Luz’s ass at most video games, except for Halo 2 specifically(I wonder why)
-”Will you go out with me?” “Hunter we’ve been dating for a year” “Oh.”
-Thinks Huggbees’ How it’s actually made videos are 100% Legit and honest
-Made Willow a Flower Shirt to match his Wolf Shirt
-Wears Willow’s Flower Shirt he made
-Imagine Dragons is his favourite band
-Has Epilepsy
-Steals Willow’s dresses sometimes
-Found Nicole Coenen on YouTube, showed her to luz “She looks kinda like Amity!”(Nobody else sees the resemblance)
-Probably plays a LOT of Roblox
-Watched the Barbie Movie with Amity(Luz forced him to)
-Has seen every single vine there is(Thank the Titan for Vine Compilations on YouTube)
-Any kind of facial hair he grows is really patchy so he just goes clean shaven for convenience
-Snuck food during TtT even though he was 100% allowed to eat normally
-Bananas do exist in the Demon Realm, Hunter has just never learned that they do
-Gets visits from the Spirits of the other Golden Guards in his dreams
Willow
-Tackled someone to the ground when they only slightly bumped into Hunter(We stan a protective queen)
-Feeds her palisman doggie treats, nobody knows why
-Filled Camila’s entire back garden with way too many plants during TtT, they’re still there despite not being watered for a while
-Made a Garland made of both Demon and Human Realm plants for Hunter on their anniversary
-Has no real idol/role model
-Happily Listens to everyone else ramble about their interests
-Wears Hunter’s Wolf Shirt
-Calls Hunter “Hun” as a short for his name, started doing it even more after she figured out what it actually meant
-Pranks people she doesn’t like by putting giant Grape Vines around their house
-Held a presentation about plant care for the Gravesfield Gardener Society
-Thinks most Human Sports are boring(Except for Hockey and Roller Derby)
Vee
-Pulls off some crazy ass cosplays
-Knows how to drive Camila’s car perfectly, still has no idea how it actually works though
-Laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe first time she heard Metal Pipe Fall Sound Effect
-Considers Luz to be her Sister, Camila burst into tears and hugged her when she called Luz “Big Sis” in front of her for the first time
-Plays Minecraft on Camila’s home PC, has spent tons of time on Hypixel and built a little shrine for the other basilisks on a private world
-Takes after Luz in a lot of ways
-Is way better at Spanish than Luz, flexes about it constantly(Nobody really cares)
-Had no idea how to tell Masha she was a Basilisk when they confessed to her(Masha knew long before she told them)
-Is really cuddly in Basilisk form, not so much when shapeshifted(“I don’t really feel like it’s myself”)
-Her first kiss with Masha was really awkward, she apologised like 45 times and cried because it wasn’t good
-Steven Universe is a canon IP in the universe, so she got really confused when Amethyst sounded EXACTLY like her
I have no idea why I made this
#the owl house#toh headcanon#the owl house headcanon#toh community#toh#amity blight#hunter noceda#vee noceda#willow park#gus porter#luz noceda
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Hilda Appreciation Week Day Seven
@hilda-appreciation-week #hildaappreciationweek2024
Day Seven: Free Day/Favorite AU(s) (Yours, someone else's, or both!)
Now it's the last day and it's a free one. Specifically about AU's and whatever else. But I'm going to admit this. I don't really have a favorite AU. I don't really delve into many AU's in the Hilda fanbase. But you know, I have read some stuff that is AU related. Even though I mainly read stuff that could be friendly to canon or not. It depends, but again, I don't know every AU and I don't catch up with them. But I want to give praise to @wildflowers-of-trolberg and her amazing "Runaway Hilda" AU.
While I have only read the "Main" story of it. Not any of the side stories from what I know. But I am genuinely impressed with the amount of work Pikablob has done for making this one big AU. She is a very talented person with all of the writing she has done. Even if we disagree on certain things. I'd recommend checking out their account if you like HIlda.
I also need to read @hyperpsychomaniac 's work as well because they are very talented from what I've seen.
But I want to talk about my own stuff. It's something I've thought of before. But it's still in development. I question if I'll continue it. It all started with a...simple story of Eda meeting Johanna in a certain scenario. And I should continue trying to write a cohesive timeline that pretty much contains Hilda, The Owl House and Infinity Train in one multiverse.
I try to make my stories canon friendly where you can imagine they likely happen in canon before or after certain things. But I did change one thing for Infinity Train. Mainly the end of book 3. But everything else before those events are canon. I'm speaking about books 4, 1, 2 and book 3 episodes 1-8.
One of the challenges I know I am going to face is adding Hilda season 3 into the timeline. Because that season revealed some game changing information for the series. But also, I have thought maybe because of season 3, the multiverse connecting these three shows might be so much easier.
Granted, I have nothing major with any huge crossovers. I've mainly written some Joheda stuff. Even though I'd REALLY want to write some major stuff with Infinity Train. My old plans were to include Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur into it. But I felt because of other plans and other things I've been thinking, I'd likely rather not add a Marvel property into it.
Yet I had announced that I would planning to add Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss into this timeline with this meme. https://www.tumblr.com/geekgemsspooksandtoons/740457984559300608/holy-shit-he-hasnt-even-written-a-story-where?source=share
But I genuinely question about deleting that and if I want to go with through with that. Because season 1 is only a thing and season 2 is going to introduce a lot of new stuff. Yet I like the funny idea of characters like Erik Ahlberg, Emperor Belos, Simon Laurent, Amelia Hughes, Adam, Lute, Alastor and the Vee's all exist in the same multiverse. Yet I should say that would be pretty terrifying.
In a nutshell, I have thought I basically made my own MCU using shows that you need to watch to understand this timeline if I were to ever crossover more of them.
I'm getting distracted and should post this. This is the last of my Hilda appreciation week posts. Thank you all for liking my previous posts. :) I really liked that this existed. It's a great way to have the fandom talk about what they love about the show.
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hello! so i absolutely LOVED that mermaid au huntlow comic you drew; i was wondering if you had any more headcanons/ideas/world building/art for that au that you’d be willing to share?? i’m just a sucker for mer!aus AND huntlow, and yours was pretty much the first/only one i came across and i have a mighty need for that combo 🥹🥰
ps. i’m in sO MUCH LOVE with your art style aaaahhh 🥹🥹🥰🥰✨✨✨
wahh thank you 🥺💖 !! the au idea itself was the prompt i got for the valentines event, but i latched onto it so excitedly cuz i’ve been dying for AGES to figure out a huntlow merm AU so i am super grateful to my giftee LOL i do have some ideas about it :]
here’s my initial design sketches for hunter & willow tho so this isn’t All Text
but my major ideas are like. willow’s an ecologist with kind of fantastical dreams of proving the existence of mermaids cause when she was a child she nearly drowned but was saved by what she believes is a mermaid, so it’s been a lowkey obsessive hunt for proof while conducting research for her uni thesis lol
meanswhile hunter’s a mermaid prince and is often out on scouts (both of his own insistence and the convenience of keeping him out of his uncle’s way) because he’s too curious for his own good…! very much ariel-esque in wanting to explore the surface/see what’s out in the world but is confined by like . the expectation that he’ll take over the throne someday. he doesn’t want that tho he wants to live his own life…
uhhh they meet by accident the first time cuz hunter got too bold seeing a human and it was like. pointing spider-man meme. the comic i drew is their technical second meeting, where they finally speak to each other hehe…
other things: willow’s staying at a lighthouse with longtime penpal luz, who’s been trying to find proof of mermaids for ages (they met on an online forum after willow was rescued and have shot theories back n forth ever since)
amity & gus are mermaids in the high court—gus is hunter’s advisor and closest friend, amity is hunter’s academic rival but in a fun friendly way and writes humanfic based on books that have made their way to the mer realm
is hunter the mermaid who saved willow and thus sparked their mutual interest in each other’s existence? 😳? is water wet? who knows—
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burst your bubble - chapter two
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader
Series rating: M
Chapter rating: M
Word count: 5,112
Notes: Part two of two! Things are not as acrimonious with Keys and Dieter now that they’ve worked things out, but it is these two, so things are still strange and chaotic.
This chapter fought with me a lot so a huge thank you to @ezrasbirdie and @lowlights for both reassuring me and encouraging me while I was ironing things out.
This fic is cross-posted to AO3 under the same name and my taglist can be found linked in my bio as well as my masterlist which is linked below.
Comments/reblogs appreciated.
Chapter warnings: Drug use, overdose, swearing, friends to lovers, insecurity, harrassment (not from Dieter), minor violence/fistfight, kissing, non-explicit sexual content (including F receiving oral), insecurities.
previous chapter || masterlist (main) || masterlist (dieter bravo)
Nothing changes when you decide to become Dieter’s friend. Nothing, but also everything.
He’s still a little shit, but he isn’t in your face about it; you think that he’s always been a little shit, always will be to some extent. He’s more courteous by a long shot to you. Actually respects your boundaries when it comes to sound pollution and general niceness.
Dieter’s other boundaries, though? Non-existent. If anything, he’s in your space more often now. Only, it’s done because he wants to be with you, not to torment you and objectify you. Sure, he still wants to have sex with you, has since you first knocked on his door. But that’s not his prime objective for once.
No, his prime objective, first and foremost, is to be your friend. And fuck if that notion doesn’t terrify him.
It starts out small at first. Sending each other memes over your text thread. The first time he had texted you, you had no idea who it was. It wasn’t hard to figure out, though, since Dieter’s was the only number you hadn’t elected to save to your phone. Then one day, a week or two later, he opens his side of the adjoining door, knocking on yours. You open it, a quizzical glance directed at Dieter who looks much more relaxed now than he did on set. “I just saw you forty-five minutes ago. What is it?”
“Nothin’. Just wanted to hang out.”
When you agreed to be his friend, you had assumed that he just meant you wouldn’t be making each other’s lives a living hell. Not actually friends.
“Sure. Come on in.”
He smells of weed. “I’m starving,” he says, coming into your room. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry.”
“I was just about to order some tacos from the kitchen.”
Dieter’s eyes light up. “Yeahhh.” Then he frowns sadly. “I’m sorry.”
You frown at him. “For what?”
“I was gonna share. But then I – I smoked it all.”
Pinching your nose, you resist the urge to roll your eyes at him. “It’s all good, Bravo. But I might take you up on that if this shoot gets extended any longer than it already has.”
Dieter scoffs. “Fuckin’ tell me about it. Hunger Strike is a much longer movie than this one is.” You know. You had to watch it for film school and it was nearly three hours long. “And that only took like, two months to film. ‘m not gonna win an Oscar for this one, though.”
You’re not about to tell your new friend that you actually hate Hunger Strike. Sure, he was good in it. But it was so dull and maudlin. “Why are you in this movie?” you ask. You have your theories, sure, but you want to know the real reason.
“I wanted a check and didn’t want to do a lot of work to get it.” That tracks. “Also… and don’t tell anyone this, okay?” He looks very serious, so you nod. Whatever he’s about to tell you must be top-secret. “Y’know how Krystal is in this movie for the… the…” he waves his fingers, trying to remember the word he’s searching for. “The stupid dancing app?”
“TikTok?” you supply.
He snaps his fingers and nods. “Yeah, that’s it. Why is it called TikTok anyway?” He shrugs. “Anyway, you know how she’s here for that crowd?” You nod, unsure of where this is going. “So, I’m here because I won an Oscar. I’m drawing the crowd that gives a shit about those things. It’s marketing, I think.”
It isn’t surprising. “You should have heard the way the producers pitched this movie to me.”
Dieter fidgets with the tie of his open robe. “Did they tell you that this movie is fuckin’ important and shit, and this is what people need?”
They must have given him the same spiel. “Such self-important horseshit. I could have been working on Requiem with John Remington. But the way Paula and Gavin pitched this movie, and don’t tell anybody this, kind of made me have FOMO.”
Dieter giggles. “That’s a funny word.” He turns serious again. “Why don’t you want to have sex with me?”
Maybe you do need some weed to have this discussion. “Um…” There are so many reasons why you declined sleeping with him, but at this moment you can’t think of any. “I don’t think I should consent to sleeping with you while you’re high. Dubious consent and all that.”
Dieter waves a hand. “Not high.”
You raise a brow at him. “Right,” you say.
“‘m not. This is just a moderate buzz. Helps calm me down after a day of shooting.” If this is a buzz, you kind of want to see what he’s like when he’s actually properly high. “And you didn’t answer my question.”
You busy yourself with submitting your food order. You submit three orders. One for you and two for Dieter. While you do that, he slumps down on the couch. You can’t tell if he’s being serious, asking you this. “I don’t know, Dieter. The idea of saying Dieter in bed is… I can’t picture it.”
Dieter must be able to tell that you’re not being completely serious because a shit-eating grin crosses his face. “You could always say my last name.”
You roll your eyes at him. “Saying Bravo while orgasming? That might boost your already inflated ego, don’t you think? Sounds like I’m giving you applause when you probably couldn’t even get me off. Hell, even Gunther didn’t want to sleep with you and that man is so desperate for connection it’s kind of scary.” You know his real name is David Bautista, but you know him as Dieter. Have always known him as Dieter. To call him anything else would feel weird.
Dieter’s grin just grows. “All right, ball-buster. Point taken.”
- - - -
You kind of want to kill Dustin Mulray. Well, no. That’s not entirely true. You want to kill most of the cast of Cliff Beasts 6. And some of the producers and crew. All for being vapid and vain and just general assholery and unawareness. But out of all of them, Dustin Mulray is at the top of the list. And Dieter Bravo is somewhere near the bottom of the list. It’s funny how things change.
With the exception of Krystal and possibly Dieter (now that you know his reason for taking the role), this cast is the very definition of washed up egotism. Carol had come to you the other day demanding why her role had been substantially reduced. As if it’s your fault she pissed off the producers. You don’t disagree with her about this set being something of a hostage situation, but it’s also Cliff Beasts 6.
But Dustin. He’s the one who keeps making underhanded comments and uncalled for observations about the script. As if this movie was ever going to swing for the fences. As if Cliff Beasts 6 was never a first-draft movie written in an hour and a half with zero logic or critical thinking skills involved.
Hey, you didn’t write the script. You’re just the supervisor who sometimes is tasked with making edits here and there. You didn’t make the edit to Carol’s character. That had been Gavin.
“Hey Keys?” Dieter calls through the open adjoining door one night a month after your first post-filming hangout.
“Yeah?”
Dieter pauses. “Why did you take this job?” he asks.
Not a question you were expecting. “Um… because the experience sounded better. Plus it's a good example of what not to do with a script.”
Another pause. Then, “You wanna be a screenwriter, yeah?”
He knows this. Everyone knows this. And no one takes your goals or ambitions seriously. Never have. “Yeah. I do,” you say shortly. “But I don’t think it’s gonna happen.”
It’s why you’re so determined to be noticed and to be shown respect. The only time you’ve been taken seriously about your script writing goals was when you told your dad. He was the only one who supported it. And after weeks of undermining and not so subtle insults from this cast, you’re almost ready to throw in the towel.
“What makes you say that?” Dieter’s voice cuts through your thoughts suddenly.
You half laugh, half scoff. “Oh come on, Dieter. This is the only gig I could get. No one takes me seriously on this set, what makes you think that’d change on any other set?”
Dieter’s quiet. He doesn’t say anything else.
Since then, something that Dieter’s been doing is standing up for you to Dustin. He’s been doing it more and more frequently. Everyone is at your neck, demanding better scenes. Dustin is the one who’s leading the charge. It comes to a head nearly a month after you and Dieter had your discussion about why he took this role.
It’s the end of the day, filming done for the weekend and Dustin is shooting the shit yet again about the script and your abilities. “Dude, what the fuck is your problem with her? Her hands are tied.”
Dustin scoffs. “No they’re not. She’s involved with the script, isn’t she?”
Dieter twists one of his rings; patience has never been one of his strong suits, but right now he could put a lot of saints to shame with how patient he’s being. “Yeah, but making sure that everything is consistent with the script. Sure, she has a few ideas here and there. But Darren and Gavin are the ones who have control over it.”
“So you’re saying it’s okay that I spruce it up?” Dustin asks.
Dieter sighs. “No. It’s her fucking script —”
“It’s trash is what it is.”
You’ve had enough. “Dustin, you do know what movie we’re working on, correct?”
He nods slowly. “So what if I want a movie I’m in to be good? Is that a crime?”
You and Dieter share a look. “Jesus Christ, you’re infuriating,” you mutter under your breath. To Dustin, you say, “If you want your movie to be good, maybe don’t sign up for movies like Cliff Beasts 6.” And you begin to walk off.
“Is that a yes?” he calls after you.
“Don’t fucking touch my script!”
Dustin turns to look at Dieter. “God, she’s a bitch, isn’t she? I heard about all the little stunts she pulled with you. I could get her fired if you want.”
Dieter is this close to punching him. “You’re not going to do anything but leave her the fuck alone. It’s not easy, having this shit to deal with as your first proper job in the industry. She’s working her ass off and getting no thanks in return.”
Recognition blooms in Dustin’s eyes. “You wanna fuck her, that’s what it’s about. I get it. Bravo, you dog.”
He’s not wrong; Dieter has to concede that Dustin is correct. But he doesn’t just want to fuck you anymore. He wants to… be with you. And he thinks you might be starting to have some feelings for him, too.
He thinks back to the other night when he crashed on your couch. He’d been leaning against you as he came down from his high. “C’mere, baby,” you’d murmured. You’ve taken to calling him that, baby. It was teasing at first. But the way you said it? Dieter’s heart nearly stopped.
Gently, you’d laid his head on your lap and run your fingers through his messy mop of curls.
You like him. And if you’re being honest, a part of you has liked him from the very beginning. Or, more accurately, has been attracted to him. You didn’t start really liking him until about a month and a half ago. It’s scary how quickly you’ve fallen for him.
You can still vaguely hear Dustin and Dieter arguing. “If you fuck her do you think you can get her to change the scipt?” Dustin is asking.
You turn to face the fight, ready to jump in and defend yourself some more. Most people are watching. Krystal is scrolling on her phone.
“You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about. Let this go,” Dieter warns.
Dustin does not let it go. “C’mon, you know as well as I do that the script needs some punching up and her shitty skills are not up to the task at the moment. I’m sure if you show her a good time, that will change. Or maybe I should, instead. Give some pointers, too.”
You think that you might say something but you’re not sure because Dieter’s fast to respond, punching Dustin Mulray in the face.
The punch happens in slow motion. Dieter’s ringed hand connects with Dustin’s nose. Hard. He punches him again, this time in the jaw. Hard enough that it draws blood. He’s glad that he put his rings back on as soon as the camera stopped rolling for the day.
“What the fuck was that for?” Dustin calls over the commotion that has gone up from the other cast and crew. He spits blood onto the floor.
Dieter shakes his hand, which is already beginning to swell. “The script wasn’t what needed punching up. Insult her again and I’ll do more than just break your fucking nose,” he hisses.
- - - -
“Are you okay?” you ask once the crowd has thinned.
Dieter groans, his hand sore from punching Dustin like that. “I haven’t thrown a punch since senior year. I’m fine, honey. ‘Sides, shouldn’t I be asking you that? He didn’t insult me.”
You take Dieter’s hand in yours to inspect it. It’s starting to turn red. “Shit, Dieter. You didn’t have to do that. He was just egging you on.”
He shakes his head. “No, I did need to. That prick needed to learn a lesson. Fuck around and find out.”
No one’s ever done something like that for you. If you had expected someone to do it, it certainly wasn’t Dieter Bravo. He looks at you, a shy and genuine look in his eyes. You like him. A lot. Too much. And it’s in a way that’s more than friends. You shake the feeling away for the time being. “Come on, we should get ice on that. Take those rings off before it swells too much.”
Bola is in the kitchen when you get there. “You are fraternizing with the enemy now? I expected better of you, Keys.” Dieter looks between the two of you, clearly missing something. Bola turns to address Dieter. “I heard you punched Dustin Mulray. That man is a bigger asshole than you. You have my begrudging respect.”
You jump in. “Is there some ice we can borrow?”
“Borrow implies that you will bring it back. I will give you frozen peas.”
Back in your room, you instruct Dieter to sit down on the couch and inspect his knuckles. “Shit, Dieter. Are you sure you shouldn’t be a professional boxer?”
He laughs. “And ruin this pretty face? I don’t think so. Plus, I don’t have the fortitude.” You place the bag of frozen peas on his hand, taking his other hand in yours as he hisses at the cold sensation.
“Why did you do that?” you ask again now that you’re away from prying eyes and ears.
Dieter sighs. “He was insulting you. Calling you easy and… well, saying things that shouldn’t have been said.”
You shrug. “It’s nothing I haven’t heard before. I mean, hell, Dieter. You implied that I slept with someone to get this job.”
You’re not saying it to rub it in. Just to remind him. “I’m sorry that I did. I — I was frustrated with something that day to do with the script or something and we weren’t supposed to like each other back then. Not to mention you were driving me up the wall.”
You smirk. “I know. But that’s the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it? Need I remind you of… well, everything that you did?”
“Okay, okay. I get it. I am sorry that I implied that you slept with someone. Your response was perfect by the way. Completely off-base, but it was the perfect response… dragon.”
He’s looking at you that way again and you have to look down at his hand. Taking the frozen peas away and setting them on the coffee table, you inspect his hand. “Does it hurt?” you ask.
“A little. But it was worth it.”
Either bravely or stupidly, you look up at him through your lashes, lift his hand to your lips and kiss his knuckles. “Thank you,” you murmur. “For doing that for me. No one’s… Well, nobody’s ever done something like that for me. And I can’t figure out why you would.”
Dieter hesitates. “I…” He looks at you. He hasn’t felt this way about someone in a very long time. He was stupid to think that you were ever a pain in his ass (you are, but in the best way). He lifts you slightly, so you’re level with him. “I…” he tries again.
Dieter Bravo, at a loss for words. You don’t think you’ve ever seen such a thing.
You lean in and kiss him. His lips are soft, his beard tickling against your cheeks. “Thank you,” you murmur against his lips.
“I…” Is that the only word I know? he asks himself. He clears his throat. “I didn’t do that so you’d do this. That’s not why I did it.”
You kiss his cheek. “I know.”
“Then why…? I thought you didn’t…”
Looking him dead in his vulnerable eyes that are making your tummy do somersaults, you say, “I want to, Dieter. I — Against my better judgment,” you give a rueful smile that he returns, “I like you, Dieter.”
Though he’s suspected it, it still comes as a bit of a shock. “Really? You’re not just saying that?”
You give him a look. “When have I ever said anything I don’t mean?”
Fair enough, Dieter considers. And then he kisses you like a man dying of thirst. “I’ve liked you from the beginning,” he mouths against your cheek. He gives you his signature pick-up look. “Keys, do you wanna have sex with me?” But he’s not playing. He’s genuinely shooting his shot. He wants you, more than he’s wanted anyone, even his ex-wife. He wants you so much it hurts. And he doesn’t just want your body. He wants all of you.
“This will surprise you as much as it surprised me at first. Yes.”
Dieter doesn’t need telling twice. The bag of frozen peas goes completely forgotten; Dieter’s fist still throbs slightly but it doesn’t throb nearly as much as his absolute want and need for you.
He spreads you out on the couch. The bed is too far away and you’re both desperate. Dieter takes his maddening time, making you sensitive and needy and aching for him. His face is buried between your legs, your fingers buried in his curly hair, your legs wrapped around his neck and shoulders. You’re whimpering and shivering and sweaty when he makes you come on his tongue and fingers.
He comes up to kiss you and you taste yourself on his tongue. And then he absolutely wrecks you again, taking his time, undoing you one muscle and nerve ending at a time with his movements.
“You’re so – mmmf – fucking chaotic and so quirky. Always having the last laugh,” Dieter manages to get out, his pace quickening, his movements getting more sloppy the closer he gets to release. “I fuckin’ love it, baby. Fuckin’ perfect for me. Always puttin’ me in my place. Never fucking change.”
You can’t say anything, too far gone. You think you might whimper or gasp something as your arms tighten around Dieter’s shoulders, feeling your own peak coming close. You reach that moment together, both of you shuddering, Dieter grunting into your mouth before he collapses half beside you half on top of you, both your chests heaving.
He’s warm, you’re boneless. Both completely fucked out. For now, anyway. You bury your face at the crook of his neck, breathing his scent. He smells of hotel soap, weed and another scent that can only be described as Dieter smell.
“Bravo,” you manage to say, despite yourself. He laughs and holds you closer.
- - - -
A month goes by. You’re almost entirely in Dieter’s room these days. Most nights after finishing increasingly worse days of shooting, he’s inside you. His mouth on yours. He’s needy and you’re greedy. You can’t seem to get enough of each other.
“We broke our rule,” you say one night in between rounds, your body draped against his. He raises an eyebrow as he takes a drag from his joint. He rests it on the bedside ashtray and you continue, “Well, you broke your rule; I broke my word.” At his blank look, you try to explain. “Your rule about not having sex with any of the cast and crew and my word about never having sex with you and enjoying it.”
Dieter picks the joint back up, twirls it in his fingers. “Rules were meant to be broken,” he muses
You’ve noticed in the past month or so, Dieter hasn’t taken any of his harder drugs. Hell, he doesn’t smoke as much pot as he once did. Instead of asking about it, you play with his earring. “Do I want to know where you got this pierced?” you ask.
Dieter groans. “I got it done at Claire’s.”
You bite down on a giggle. “I knew it. Do you have a flower crown, too? Or any of your rings?”
“...Shut up.”
Cackling, you give him a kiss and disentangle yourself from his arms. “Hold that thought. I need to take a shower.”
Dieter looks after you. “Do you want me to join you?”
“Tempting, but we’ll be wrinkly by the time we get out.”
Dieter lays back in the bed. His mind wanders. Shooting is now two months over schedule. The budget is skyrocketing and production is nowhere close to being finished. The other day, the production team hired a singer from the nineties to perform in order to boost cast morale. While he had enjoyed the music, getting you to dance with him, he saw right through the meaningless gesture.
Maybe Carol isn’t wrong. Hell, this is the company that shot Lauren in the hand the other night. Carol’s not wrong.
The shower turns on and his phone dings. It’s the cast group chat. “Meeting in the rec room.”
He knocks on the bathroom door. “I’m in the rec room. Meeting of some kind.” Not bothering to get dressed more than throwing some socks, underwear and his robe on, he makes his way to Carol’s room.
“We need to get out of here. They are literally keeping us hostage while pretending to give a fuck.”
The cast argues back and forth for a while. “There are no answers,” says Carol finally.
“No,” says Sean, looking at Dieter, knowing he has a stash, “but there are drugs.”
When you come downstairs twenty minutes later, the cast is panicking. Dieter’s not breathing. His heart is slowed right down and they’re trying to revive him with ice. “What the fuck happened?” you demand.
Carol explains what happened. Too many drugs combined with too much physical exertion with doing an elaborate TikTok dance. Your heart nearly stops. “What do you mean he took a lot of the hard stuff? He hasn’t touched that shit in nearly two months!” You crouch down to look at Dieter. “Have you tried adrenaline? Naloxone?”
The rest of the group has no idea what you’re talking about. You sigh and get Anika to go and get the narcan kit. “Don’t you dare fucking die on me.” You look at the rest of the cast. “Why has no one called a fucking ambulance?” Sean pulls out his phone and dials the emergency line as Anika comes back with the kit. “I’ll do it. My mom was an ER nurse for fifteen years. I know what I’m doing.”
Your heart pounds in your ears, you refuse to allow panic to enter into your mind. You can panic later.
“Come on, baby.”
Dieter’s eyes shoot open. “You saved me,” he breathes, his hand coming up to cup the back of his head.
“Of course I did, you dummy. I love you.” It blurts out without a second thought but you make no effort to take back the truth.
Dieter pulls your face down to his. “I love you, too.” He kisses you, then exhales. Sirens begin to come into earshot. “Fuck, I’m never doing that again.”
The joke comes out unbidden. You have no filter when you’re this nervous. “What? TikTok dancing?”
He strokes your cheek as he smiles at your quip. “I meant drugs like that. But that, too.”
You nod, tears brimming your eyes. “We’ll look into rehab when we get home.”
The paramedics burst in, ignoring the shouts of Gavin, Darren, and Pippa. Once they’ve ascertained what’s happened, you go with him in the ambulance. Darren and Gavin try to stop you. “You can’t fucking stop me. If you so much as try, I will leak a story to the press about how shitty this production has been. Go ahead. Try me.”
They don’t. Before you can climb into the back of the ambulance with Dieter, Carol stops you. “We’re going to get out of here tomorrow. We’ll come get you with your things,” she whispers.
It doesn’t hit you until quite later when you’re on a helicopter being piloted by Sean Knox (who apparently learned how to fly it by watching a video), holding Dieter’s hand, just the absurdity of everything. And how this is what it took to get free. Still, it brought you to Dieter. And now you’re going home with the chaotic man you love.
- - - -
Two years later
“We’re here on the red carpet premiere of Effigy, a movie that was written by the script supervisor of the infamous Cliff Beasts 6: The Battle of Everest: Memories of a Requiem and stars one of the would-be stars of that movie, Dieter Bravo, who is also the scriptwriter’s fiancé. We’re here with the writer and actor couple. How did this team-up begin?” asks the hostess of the entertainment talk show.
You squeeze Dieter’s hand. “Well, we met on the set of Cliff Beasts and at first we did not get along. But then somewhere along the way, we made things right. And Dieter is such a muse to me. The character of Tom was always written with him in mind.” You smile up at the man. He cuts quite the figure in his suit shirt and long, dark navy jacket. He has more greys. His facial hair ever the same, his hair artfully messed.
The hostess gives out an awww. “So sweet. What can you tell me about this movie without giving anything away?”
Dieter answers. “Keys is such an incredible writer. She has so many ideas. And the idea of this movie, a man who’s made so many mistakes, burned so many bridges before realizing his wrongs and working to right them… No one could do that better than her. And the title, Effigy, is both an inside joke, and a reference to Tom burning a metaphorical effigy of his old life.”
The hostess waggles her eyebrows. “Any chance of hearing the inside joke?”
You and Dieter smile at each other. “No. I think that it wouldn’t make sense without context.” You look over your shoulder and see the other person you anonymously invited with a grin. Though you’ve settled down with Dieter, the man that you love and want to spend the rest of your life with, that doesn’t mean you’ve given up your menacing ways completely. You have one final ace up your sleeve held over from the early days of Cliff Beasts.
The hostess finished, you and Dieter split up to work the crowds and the paparazzi. “I don’t know why I’m here,” Dieter hears a vaguely familiar voice saying. She spots him. “You’re the star, aren’t you?” He nods. “Can you tell me why your fiancée invited me?”
Dieter suddenly recognizes her and he can’t help but smile as he panics. Does she know? No, he doesn’t think she does know. She has no recognition. You tracked her down and invited her, just to see him squirm. Oh, you’re good, he thinks affectionately. “Um… couldn’t tell you. Enjoy the party and the movie, bye.” Leaving a very baffled Kate in the lurch and going over to find you at the photography area. He wraps his arms around you, getting into the shot. It looks like a cute, loving photo. But he leans in close, his lips at your ear. “Real funny, you menace. How long have you had that planned?”
You just grin. “You mean you don’t want her to change you?”
He kisses your cheek, the photographers absolutely loving this. “Baby, I’m already a changed man. Because of you.”
You lean in and kiss him, a picture-perfect moment.
The movie is a critical and commercial hit. Critics and audiences call it a perfectly nuanced, highly emotional but also at points deeply funny movie that walks that tightrope perfectly. Dieter’s nominated for best actor at almost all the awards ceremonies that winter and you’re nominated for best original screenplay at almost all the same ones. But the icing on the cake is at the Oscars. Howie announces best actor. Dieter wins.
“I would not be here if it were not for my incredible and talented and wonderful scriptwriter fiancée, known to me as Keys. Babe, I love you and you’ve made me a better man.”
And then, the icing on the cake. Dustin Mulray is presenting best original screenplay. “And the Oscar for best original screenplay goes to … holy shit,” he murmurs that last part under his breath in disbelief. “Effigy.”
All the bullshit you put up from him almost three years ago is worth it when you take your Oscar from him with a shit-eating grin.
That night, you skip the Oscar parties. After posing with your Oscar with Dieter, you and he go home. You have everything you need and want with you.
When you signed on to be the script supervisor, you were full of optimism and hope at the prospect of working on a big movie. How quickly that bubble burst. But you’re glad it did. Because it brought you to Dieter. It’s a strange and weird and oftentimes chaotic love that you share with him. It’s a love you wouldn’t share with anyone else.
The End
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bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you-meme!
Got tagged by @tiistirtipii at this post here and @inventedfangirling at this post here. Thanks for tagging me! 🥰 (And sorry I've taken so long to respond. 🤦♂️)
name and whatever you want to share about yourself
You can call me Tel. I love writing, languages, linguistics, and learning about different cuisines and cultures. I live right in the middle of Southeast Asia.
when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?
I started watching Bad Buddy almost from the start, after a friend told me Ohm had a new series out. I went into it pretty blind, not knowing anything at all about its history or genesis. I'd liked Ohm's work in He's Coming to Me and was open to more from him, not thinking the series would be anything more than your run-of-the-mill BL. And was I ever wrong! I think BBS sort of grew slowly on me for the first few episodes, but it really took hold after Nanon's single tear at the end of Ep.4. And I lost it after The Kiss at the end of Ep.5, of course. The no-holds barred obsession really set in after I realized this wasn't any ordinary BL; it works on so many levels and the intelligence with which it was crafted is formidable.
Favourite ship/s
PatPran does it for me.
Favourite character/s
Love them all, but introvert Pran with his protective walls, defensive rituals and surreptitious signposting of his emotional state with doodles and symbols really struck a chord. Pre-Ep.10 Pran was like an extreme version of younger me, I sometimes think.
Favourite episode/s
Episode 11 – I love everything about the beach, and the two of them alone by the sea was like my idea of paradise. But I nodded sagely along when BBS gently pointed out that their beachside idyll was just a temporary respite and that paradise doesn't exist on Earth.
Favourite scene/s
Oof. So many. My all-time favorite is the opening scene of Episode 5 (see this link here for why) because it was layered so deep with meaning and messaging, beneath the happy surface theatrics. I sometimes think of BBS as one giant and intricate puzzle, and if you find and fit together the right puzzle pieces it reveals so much more to you. The amazing thing is that it kept doing this over and over again. Like how many themes and allegories can this one series have? But if you want to disregard all of that and just enjoy it as a well-crafted BL with stellar acting, you can too. And that is also part of its magic.
Some other scenes that still give me the chills:
Deeply-pining Pran looking on at an oblivious Pat sleeping peacefully in Ep.4 [4/4]; I've been there and I know exactly how his heart must have been rent in two at that moment.
The Kiss in Ep.5 of course.
Pat finding out in Ep.10 that Ming wasn't the unimpeachable hero that he thought he was.
Pran missing Dissaya in Ep.11 (this is because I still miss my late mom with all my heart; the grief is going to be a forever guest there I fear – you just learn to pack it away in a box and put it away in a quiet room in your heart, but it breaks free every now and then, just to stare at me silently with its unknowable face).
When Our Song plays in Ep.11 (especially when Uncle Tong does his voiceover and the soaring guitar solo kicks in, and then we see Pat and Pran back in front of their houses, bracing themselves to face their families again).
Ah that award-winning scene on the balconies in Ep.12, when Pat and Pran indulge in a joyful, all-smiles tin-can conversation for old times' sake, play-acting at being strangers, and then dastardly Director Aof toys with our hearts once again and has the music crescendo as he morphs them back into their kiddie selves dressed in the same clothes to show us that the bond between the two scamps had always been there, forged since childhood, and that they were never really enemies throughout it all. And amidst the nostalgia we're suddenly engulfed in a wave of bittersweet emotions imagining all the what-ifs and if-onlys and what-might-have-beens had those poor little tykes not been forced into that meaningless rivalry by their warring parents. But as the camera pans away we hear their young voices piping in the night, still innocent and so full of hope, reminding us that when those two little boys grew up they still managed to find a way to triumph over all the pitiless hurt imposed on them. And how privileged we were to have been able to share in the story of their journey.
One thing you would change about the show if you could
I've thought so much about this show, it's not just one thing. And don't get me wrong; I'm not tearing it down or hurling brickbats at this series I love so much. It just irks the Perfectionist Pran side of me that something so beautiful, deep, intelligent and heartfelt also has its little flaws here and there.
I think they could have done a better job helping us understand how and why PatPran's competitive dynamic launched them so suddenly into the madcap bet in Ep.7. The cinematography was inconsistent in a lot of parts. The English subtitling (especially of Ep.5) could have clarified some things, but instead made them more confusing. And Pat getting shot may have been necessary on an intellectual level, to nod at some trope, theme or other literary preoccupation perhaps. But the narrative didn't really need that moment of conflict and I felt BBS tipped over into unnecessary melodrama at that point.
what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?
I adore the analysis, meta and backgrounding of BBS that you can find on Tumblr. So many intelligent, creative people looking at this show, but those that spring to mind:
@airenyah
@bengiyo
@chickenstrangers
@dribs-and-drabbles
@dudeyuri
@grapejuicegay
@inventedfangirling
@kenmakaashi
@lovelyghostv
@lurkingshan
@lurkingteapot
@miscellar
@neuroticbookworm
@pandasmagorica
@ranchthoughts
@recentadultburnout
@waitmyturtles
Fan art also by @hereforlou and @kit-teung. 😍
I've probably forgotten so many others, please forgive me if I have; if I've liked and reblogged your work it means that you've touched me with your intelligence and output and I'm automatically a fan.
What are your favourite fanworks you've made?
I mostly post observations and findings from research about the show, so they're not works of fiction or visual art, just essays really. They're all special to me in different ways, but I lean most to the one that talks about the etymology of Pat and Pran's chue lens, what they mean semantically and what they mean for the series (write-up linked here):
My post about the Ep.1 scene in front of Khun Noppharnach's Pharmacy (linked here) was another one where the pieces of the BBS logic puzzle fell into place in a way that satisfied my gameplaying side:
I'm also chuffed about my location posts (linked here; have identified almost all of them, such is the power of the Internet), finding out that the jeep in khanom jeep dumplings also means to court (linked here), and tracking down Baseball Mom (linked here).
A song that makes you think of BBS (not in the show)
My obsessive mind can't let go of this song (I've written about it several times now) but Never (ไม่เคย) by 25Hours devastatingly captures the quiet grief over losing that special someone in your life (and tells us what Pat must have been going through post-separation from Pran in high school). Pat mentions it at Ep.5 [3I4] 0.35 but it isn't played in the show. I've got it on repeat now, and am well on my way to memorizing the lyrics.
Onward tagging:
@airenyah
@bengiyo
@chickenstrangers
@dribs-and-drabbles
@dudeyuri
@grapejuicegay
@hereforlou
@inventedfangirling
@kenmakaashi
@kit-teung
@lovelyghostv
@lurkingshan
@lurkingteapot
@miscellar
@neuroticbookworm
@pandasmagorica
@ranchthoughts
@recentadultburnout
@waitmyturtles
No pressure to play if you don't want to, or have already done it. But do tag and let the rest of the BBS fandom know if you have responses for us to read! 😍
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Brit I’m loving the texts you make in the Growing Pains series. Is there a typical flow to Baby Girl and Andy Bears texts? Like, is she always sharing her random thoughts, or shopping wants? Besides being on her for not missing his calls, what does Andy like to text her about? I know they have responsibilities and babies, but I wonder how their relationship exists in those little sms’s :) 💞
Hahaha! I'm so glad you like their text message threads. Baby Girl is always sharing her thoughts with Andy Bear, as well as memes. As we all know, her hubby can be a bit of a grump. But he does enjoy memes and has even been known to send some good ones her way too. And she also likes to play little "would you rather games" with him as well.
As for Andy, he doesn't mind sending his wife little snippets of his own petty thought streams - especially regarding colleagues that she knows. And even those she doesn't. Sometimes people say and do stupid things. She helps him laugh about it instead of getting overly frustrated. But she's also there to validate his outrage as well. And vice versa.
And yes, she does send him her shopping wants and decor ideas. Even though Andy can't decorate for shit, she wants his input. Because the last time she surprised him with a new accent wall in the den, the man had feelings.
Oh. And even after years of marriage they still send each other sexts. Yes, Andrew Barber has been known to request nudes. Still makes Baby Girl blush - especially when she's in places like the pick-up lane at the children's school.
Thanks for the ask!
#cevansbrat007 asks#chris evans#andy barber#chris evans imagines#andy barber imagines#chris evans fanfiction#andy barber fanfiction#chris evans x you#andy barber x you#chris evans x reader#andy barber x reader#chris evans x wife!reader#andy barber x wife!reader#chris evans x black!reader#andy barber x black!reader#andy barber x baby girl#cevansbrat0007growing pains series#growing pains reader#the barber family#text message threads#chris evans x woc!reader#andy barber x woc!reader#chris evans x poc!reader#andy barber x poc!reader
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Fun asks ahoy ✨
1, 4, 6, 8, 9, 11:D
Thank you for the asks. I will do like you and put it under read more since this definitely will end up being too long.
what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?
Preschool: There were so many creative activities in preschool and because it made me try so many things it made me discover my love for art and writing, especially. When I started the first year of school I got a library card which also made me discover a love for reading. Attending preschool also gave me the tools needed to tolerate others and learn to cooperate even with someone I don't like. It also gave me a little trauma, but that is not something for the public...
Cosplay Events: My teenage years were definitely the most awful years of my life until I was 16. At that age things got a little better because I finally met someone that made me aware that other people that liked anime and manga existed and there were even events where they dressed up as the characters and made art about it and everything. It seems odd nowadays because it seems to be a popular thing now, but there were very few events in my country and most of them were free at the time. It was just a way for all the nerds to get together and have fun and that's what I did too. People think they want to be unique, but I don't think anyone that was actually outside of the norm at one point wishes for that. I was lucky enough to have had one friend that shared my tastes since primary school, but being considered weird was still extremelly lonely. Not that I wished to be like everyone else around me, but I wanted to be liked. Living in a small town full of people with retrogade ideas while growing up was hell. Being able to go to the capital city often and making friends saved me from growing up bitter. I was so happy to find out that people like me existed. They just happened to be in a different city. Another thing we all seemed to have in common was the bullying we suffered in our schools so going to cosplay events and meetups was our safe space. At this time I was also on DeviantArt participating in manga events and meeting other artists. Knowing that I wasn't alone in my weirdness gave me hope for the future.
My first trip outside my country: In your answer you said you wanted the perspective of someone that never moved places so I can tell you that it made me very careful and fearful of many things. I am not the kind to take many risks (unless I am on a weird day because I swear that sometimes I am possessed by something that would rather die than be bored) and I need some sense of security and that can be provided by a place or a person. On my first trip outside my country I was so nervous because I had never gotten into an airplane and I went alone. I went to stay with a friend that moved to London and we were supposed to hang out all the time when I got there. However, I spent most of my visit alone since my friend didn't got the vacation for those days. I would like to thank my best friend google maps and the amazing transportation of London. Portugal wishes it had transports that efficient. I had to get by on my own and even though I felt lonely at times I was still happy to explore a new place and I even talked briefly with a few strangers. I still got to hang out with my friend when she got out of work at the end of every day. This made me a little more independent and also gave me a love for travel even though I found London a bit disappointing (my expectations were too high). It also showed me that when left alone I didn't know how to feed myself. Now, I plan those things much better because let me tell you that my stomach on that trip wasn't happy about the crap I was eating at lunch everyday.
4. what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?
I am sure we have some, but I remember nothing at the moment, sorry. It's usually some portuguese meme that we parrot around.
6. what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?
As a creator that seldom creates, this is really hard to answer. I guess the best part is finding other creators that love something as much as I do and also to find people that appreciate what I do. The worst part would be negative comments and harassment, but I don't usually get those so... oh, having no reaction to what I post can hurt sometimes too, but I create mostly for myself and I am aware that the things I love aren't that popular in the great scheme of things to begin with.
8. any reacquiring dreams?
No. I seldom dream. When I remember my dreams they are usually weird and nightmarish like the fans on the floor that were cutting everyone's legs. I think I dreamed that I was falling from the sky at least twice in my entire life though because I remember once actually falling from the bed and another time when I woke up breathing heavily and grabing the corners of my bed.
9. tell a story about your childhood
One of the childhood moments I remeber the best is when I went to the beach with my parents and some of my family when I was really young. I don't remember my exact age, but I wasn't in school yet so probably 4 or something. One of my older cousins told me to go fetch water so we could build a sand castle and sent me on my way with my little bucket and nothing else because it was supposed to be a short trip. Turns out my sense of orientation has sucked since birth so I got to the water and filled my bucket, but somehow failed to find the way back to the towels where everyone was. I remember walking for what it felt like hours without a hat or shoes and at one point the sand started to burn because it does that around midday, when it's too hot in the summer. I remember that at one point I just splashed the water from my little bucket on my feet because I was in pain, but I never stopped walking even though I was crying and who knows where I was going. A nice couple found me and I remember the man held me in his arms and that's when my feet felt some sort of relief. Then they went looking for my parents and they found them eventually since my parents and the rest of my family were also looking for me. My mom has at least one more story of me getting lost as a kid, but this is the one I remember and the one I was lost for a long time.
11. what do you consider to be romance?
Damn, I just posted a quote from the Buried Giant about something similar hahaha Romantic love is very hard for me to define. When I was a teenager I thought I had it figured out because that was what most people seem to consider romantic love. The first person I ever liked wasn't only physically attractive, but was also my friend. That is what I would consider the whole package haha I would talk to them everyday and wonder what they were doing all the time and I would feel jealous if they liked someone or got with someone. Looking back it looks more like an obsession than love. I once had a friend that was in love with me and told me I had never been in love. It could be the butthurt of rejection talking, but maybe he was right. I honestly have no idea if I have ever been in love because I can't really define it. Right now I am in a weird situation. I am not really dating, but I have something (let's call it that). I don't feel jealous of other people that hang out with this person nor do I feel the need to talk to them or see them all the time, but it still feels nice when we are together.
Honestly, there are a billion definitions of romance and different people would provide different answers. All of this to say that I have no idea of what my own definition is and maybe I will never know. I decided to let things happen since I have bigger troubles than romance at the moment. That is another thing. What people usually call romance is also associated to stressful things to me. It's probably because of the examples I have had growing up. People are always afraid of being cheated on or jealous if their partner hangs out with others and such. Honestly, it looks way too troublesome for me to deal with so I do not want it to be like that and I also want to mantain some of my freedom.
#fun asks#andy answers#damn this was too long and I am not sure I was coherent#I am too lazy to reread so I apologize for that#I talk and talk and talk and say nothing meaningful haha
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this is so fucking funny because i've wanted to read sandman for YEARS but never picked it up.
I think you would probably like it. Be warned though, the content is pretty dark to the point of being disturbing or gruesome (genuinely) and there are no trigger warnings. Tread carefully.
i really like this idea of just locking away the forbidden, deep in the in-between, never to be awoken.
You might like Garth Nix's Old Kingdom series as well. Shout out to the wind chimes, and Lirael waking the sleeper. Mogget. Orannis. YA books but the author used to be in the army so also pretty gruesome in spots/covering trauma. Heaps of (reverse?) necromancy and magic.
however, while aeron is a good candidate because it's funny, it would make much more sense, and be more in character, for samir to be the one to lock silas away, trapping him in the sleep he desired, living an eternal nightmare.
That does have a nice symmetry to it. Defeated by his shadow self or foil. Especially when you think that dreams are seen as such wonderful things and nightmares as bad, but you need that balance.
I was about to guess Adonis could do something but it's less of a good fit. More of an unexpected angle. This is what I had.
(Inspired by the 'mushrooms are an extant form of decay' meme and that Susan Sontag quote about photographs being a memento mori. Probably a shared mindset between Aeron and Adonis.)
"Oh. OH.
I've been doing other tasks just casually mulling over how to kill a god.
An obvious one is for them to no longer be worshipped, and by extension no longer have a role. But for as long as humanity exists there will be sleep and dreams.
However... another thing that will always exist is decay. The passing of seasons. The end of a reign. The completion of a cycle and one emerging anew.
It may be that there's a time when a demon has learned and done all they can, and chooses to move aside for a new aspect to take their place. It's the natural way of things.
Silas wishes to be free of his earthly vessel. His existence is no longer fruitful and he's gone rotten. If Aeron doesn't want to contain him within a merciful madness disguised as his longed for dreams... Perhaps we can call on the scavenger god Adonis to clean him up."
now i feel like a fraud because, like neil gaiman, i too have a dream that just wants to die. this is awkward. i gave silas dreams last minute. i was gonna give him something related to snakes WITHOUT even thinking about erebus.
thank you for the recs tho!
samir's domain is sand. all sand. little hideaways underneath, where he spends his days drawing and weaving. i could see him keeping silas in a coffin, buried deep, deep in the sand. should silas awaken, he will be drowned by the weight.
perhaps adonis can trap his soul in a photograph and take him away. demons don't have souls.you get it.
or, perhaps, his body must be forced into the erotic ritual of giving a human demonhood. take over another's aspect. let the former body rot.
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sanemi and masachika are close friends ever since they met each other on a vacation when they were nine years old. since masachika lives on the other side of the country tho they haven't managed to meet again yet but they're very much in contact, texting calling sending each other birthday gifts etc.
back home sanemi befriends mitsuri when he's eleven and after that it takes a few years before he starts making more friends at around 15/16, so they all get to know him as this kind of loner who's entire social circle consists of mitsuri and people he gets into fights with. and so when masachika comes up at some point literally no one believes he's an actual real human being. because sanemi sometimes mentions this friend of his he's really close to and allegedly he's really great and oh no sorry you can't meet him he lives really far away but when they want details he just doesn't give them any (which ofc is because it's none of their fucking business but ngl it do seem kinda sus) and at some point there's a full on bet running on whether masachika is real or not.
years later when they're in university, masachika finally has the money and time to come and visit sanemi. they walk into the room where the others sit and when masachika introduces himself they all kind of stare at him for a few seconds, then obanai mutters "no way in hell" and sabito throws his arms in the air and hollers "PAYDAY MOTHERFUCKERS" at the top of his lungs and that's the first impression masachika gets of them.
(bonus:
masachika: omg you must be kanae sanemi told me so much aboummpfh-
sanemi, beet red and clasping a hand over his mouth: shut the fuuuuuck uuuup)
HELP THE MEME!!! REY THAT'S SO KJKJKJEJKREJKRKJERJEJRJKEJK XD Oh my god that is GOLD!
And the headcanon!!! Sanemi meeting Masa on vacation one day and staying in contact all these years later is so sweet? And the fact everyone doesn't believe Masa exists cause the way Sanemi presents him to the group is like how those girls who claim they have a boyfriend but "you can't meet him cause he lives out of the country" akljrkjajreajk AND THE BET!!!! Sanemi is such a private guy; he already shares so much of himself with everyone around him- maybe he wants to keep something to himself, what of it TENGEN? *cuts to a confused Tengen currently fending Rengoku off his Mcdonald's fries for the fifth time that hour*
NOT SABITO IJERJEJKRJEKRJ HELP! Him yelling "PAYDAY MOTHERFUCKERS" is beyond funny- he probably made BANK given how long the bet's been going on! He probably told Giyu they're going out to eat cause "I just won the Masa bet!" and poor Giyu had no idea that was even a thing but rolls with it cause Sabito's just HYPED!
And Masa casually embarrasing Sanemi in front of Kanae being all "Oh he talks about you ALLLL the time!" He just gives her all the tea while Sanemi's fighting to cover his mouth all embarrassed, eventually straight up suplexing Masa into the nearest bed to shut him up!
This was absolutely amazing! Thank you for sharing Rey!
#squiggily speaks#ask#myreygn#hey it's rey!#demon slayer Modern AU#headcanons#I've been meaning to reply sooner but this week has been hellishly busy#This was a treasure to read thank you! :3
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Challenge: Tag a couple of your mutuals on this ask and give them a compliment. Go ahead, brighten their day. 🌟
this is such a cute ask, thanks anon!!
I'm gonna do ten and try my best here.
(the number of things I wrote about you is just a function of how well I know you but I am so grateful for each of you!! 💕)
@ratherbewithmydog
SISTER
^ that's always to the tune of "Sisters" from White Christmas in my head, obviously (or maybe it's Gabriella and Taylor comparing their nail beds in HSM...🤔)
getting married this month!! everyone say congratulations!!!! 🎉
awesome supporter. texts me encouragement in the middle of long runs
joined Buffalo Springfield Friday wholeheartedly after I introduced them to her on a beach day ("Stills sun, Richie rising")
most varied music taste of anyone I know and good taste in TV shows too, esp smart comedies
#1 confidante forever and ever amen
@chrysochromulina
the first person ever to dm me here (it was about my tags on her amazing gifs of Crosby & Nash singing Long Time Gone)
I still remember being really excited someone reached out directly to me. thank you for that 😊
absolute sweetheart and she has proven it through and through
super smart scientist out there making a difference in the way we treat the environment
top 0.005% of David Crosby listeners (Spotify wrapped 2021)
@kingon33
I have to talk to her everyday or something isn't right
called me out for saying "pizza is just a canvas" on which many potential variations can exist.
don't say that to an Italian ^
literally inspired me to share my thoughts on music using tumblr because of how she does so openly and skillfully!
fierce advocate for underappreciated artists. especially the ones she loves most.
country music expert with a beautiful voice
@freshwatercatfishjpegimage
incredibly kind thoughtful and supportive no. matter. what.
seriously such a good friend.
I can go to him at any hour of the day/night with an obscure Neil-related comment and he will understand me completely, and vice versa honestly
extensive knowledge of animal facts
extensive knowledge of the Buffalo Springfield
extensive repertoire of memes that always suit the conversation
keeps me in the loop on Gen Z language (I had no idea what "pog" was, dude.)
@itbe1964
so open and loving!!
tells it like it is
hard-working. back at it getting a degree now
honestly THE Stills girl™️. She just is. We should double-date sometime 😂
or at least those CSNY ice cream pajama parties she's always talking about...
I'm forever mad at Tumblr for not letting me talk to her normally. I will be so thrilled if it gets fixed.
@vintagesoul1975
amazingly hilarious
unapologetically awesome
classy and respectful
I always love when she tags me on things !!
Bee Gees superfan in my mind. You're who I think of when they come on now
@satyraspenser
purest love for David Crosby I have ever seen!
really knows her stuff.
look. there can be multiple David girls. It's what he would want.
sweetest commentary and tags
your story about Farm Aid like literally made me cry one day
@moptopper
fellow Laurel Canyonite at heart
really supportive and sweet. always willing to listen. I felt comfortable sharing with her almost right away
also a David girl. You guys go hard, you know that?
very smart and very well-spoken
@fancycolours
as of today, the birthday girl!! HBD Lexie 🥳
I can't hear Chicago anymore and not think of her!! she's the queen
ps okay I heard "Lost in the Woods" from Frozen II and it sounds like a Chicago homage to me. Do you agree???
so giving and kind!
always sends asks (and occasionally images of Neil 👀) my way
@suitejudyblueeyes
insanely creative.
like, inspirationally so. her gifsets and photosets made me want to step it up
so much love for her faves
uses the cutest tags! sometimes I'm just like yeah, you know what you're right, they ARE "soft" 🥺
I heard two Steve Winwood songs in a row today and thought of you immediately.
hope all you guys have an awesome day/night/weekend thanks for being in my life
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For the fanfic ask meme: A (for Army Style and War Bonds ), G, H, N!
Thank you 💖
A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?
lol ty I love talking about my titles. For Army Style, I had the idea of naming it after some old gay slang that could be thematically appropriate somehow. So I opened Gay Talk by Bruce Rodgers and went looking. Luckily it starts with A so it didn't take that long to find something fitting lol. It means, and I quote, "Beating the cocksucker after the act." It's technically slang from the mid 60s apparently but close enough.
For War Bonds, the fic was untitled until it was finished and I finally had to force myself to think of a title. Then it just came to me, and I knew it was perfect, because I'm a sucker for thematically appropriate puns lol. It's war bonds as in the bonds you buy to support the war effort, and war bonds as in the friendships you make in the army that also happen to support the war effort.
G: Care to share a favorite crack fic?
I'm into crack taken seriously. A few of my faves are:
Cafestrovalva (Doctor Who) - maybe my favourite Doctor/Master fic. It's a silly, fluffy, cute tea shop pseudo AU, and it's perfect.
Sadie, Sadie (Pet Shop of Horrors) - I know I've recced this to you before, but it's just so good. A very silly premise (Leon goes from 0 to proposing to D within two days all because Jill makes a joke) taken to its logical conclusion with amazing characterization.
The Couple Down the Street (Reanimator) - idk if this counts as crack considering the source material lol, but it's ridiculous and fun and again something with a very silly premise taken to its logical conclusion. Established relationship Dan and Herbert move to the suburbs under assumed identities to try to keep a low profile while continuing their experiments in the basement, of course.
H: How would you describe your style?
Answered!
N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?
I'm begging someone to write the 150k no duel Berserk AU that's just about Griffith and Guts falling in love and getting together amid a ton of intricate political maneuvering that culminates in Griffith achieving his dream only to throw it away for Guts. I can't do it! But I want it to exist so bad.
ask meme
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for the writing meme: 8, 18, 44, 54, 72 :)
Thank you for these, a million years late!
Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story? The middle! It's established enough that everything's kinda rolling along smoothly, but I am not at the point where I get the "Aaah, I'm 75% done, TIME TO PANIC" freakout that I have gotten in every single long writing project of my entire life.
Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles? After! I usually just default to song lyrics in a really uninspired way. Titles are absolutely my worst weakness, I've almost never had one I liked. I can't think of them for my fic and I can't think of them for books! I'm just helpless at it. The one title I have ever come up with that I love in the past 23 years is Save Grizabella! for my The Office fic where Angela Martin & her buddies go to watch Cats at the movie theatre, hahaha. It's the only time I've ever felt that I've had a genuinely good title idea.
What mistakes do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you? I don't have a beta so I don't know!! I've pretty much always just edited my own stuff instead of sharing it with anyone before posting. (For better or worse. D:) I do use the same words over and over again in a way that drives me crazy, and then I try to switch them up or trim them down before I share.
What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process? Getting comments!! It's so wonderful to have the story finally exist outside your brain and get to hear what other people think! (Not part of the writing process, you say?? I disagree. Because it is what motivates me to keep doing more fanfiction writing!)
What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else? I usually do sort of a general structure of half-written moments I want to have happen from beginning to end, and then I go back and fill it in in roughly chronological order, but hopping around quite a bit. It is not an orderly way to live. But it is mine!
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For the meme! Eros 4, Storge 5, and Pragma 2 for Piper, and Philia 3, Agape 3, and Philautia 4 for Lilith?
thank you! I'll put these under a cut because they get wordy lol:
Piper
Eros 4: Do they believe in love at first sight? Have they ever developed a crush or romantic (or erotic) fixation upon a stranger based on their appearance alone?
Hmm, that's a tricky one! I think if asked, Piper would say she believes in true love- she's a bard, after all, and who doesn't love a good love song or classic romantic tale? Plus she does love the idea of it, and the whole romantic notion.
But she doesn't actually believe in it. Attraction at first sight, sure- she's experienced that plenty of times. But actual love is a lot tougher than that, and she doesn't actually trust "at first sight" feelings to last all that long
Storge 5: Is your OC able to love without necessarily needing or expecting reciprocation or reward? Or are all their relationships to some extent transactional? Have they ever loved another person unconditionally, whether a child or another adult?
As far as loving someone unconditionally, she never had anyone like that- at least, not before events of the game. She came close once, but that relationship was pretty unbalanced, and it reached the point where it was just too much and she had to end it. To that point, she does need some amount of reciprocation in her relationships; she could never bring herself to love someone who doesn't love her back.
She does eventually reach something close to unconditional love for Arueshalae, and for Woljif (platonically) as well. And when she and Arueshalae eventually have their daughters, Piper loves them unconditionally from the moment they're born.
Pragma 2: What is the biggest challenge that your OC has had to overcome in a long-term relationship or friendship? What helped them get through this?
Piper's biggest flaw with relationships is that she views them all as temporary- she's always watching for the sign that the other person is ready to move on, so that she predict it and be the one to leave first. Since she's always ready for things to end, she's able to prevent herself from getting too lost in feelings
Part of the reason she and Arue work so well is that Arue is extremely upfront in her feelings and open about her own vulnerabilities. She's earnest in her desires, and Piper is never in doubt about what Arue is thinking. It prompts Piper into slowing down and considering her own feelings with more thoughtfulness, until she acknowledges that Arue is someone she wants to stay with
Lilith
Philia 3: What qualities does your OC most value in a friend? Loyalty? Shared sense of humour? Or something else?
Lilith values sharp intelligence and capability above almost anything else. She respects people that can handle themselves, and she likes spending time with people who can keep up with her and even challenge her. It's pretty easy to see why she and regill get along so well.
Agape 3: To what extent does your OC believe in the value (or even existence) of true altruism? Do they see an unselfish concern for the welfare of others as being naïve or foolish? Or as a moral quality to which people should aspire?
Lilith doesn't put much stock in altruism. She's very much a "the ends justify means", "greater good" type of person, and she never sees much point in focusing on the plight of specific people when bigger things are happening. She has a harsh view of the world, and she doesn't allow much space for compassion without a higher motive
That said, she's not completely heartless- she has the occasional moment of wanting to help people, especially if Ember is around to talk her into it. She just always has an explanation for why that was actually the logical, pragmatic thing to do afterwards lol
Philautia 4: Which of your OC’s qualities makes them the most proud? Do they think more people should be like them in this regard? Or do they quite like being rare in possessing it?
Lilith takes a lot of pride in her mind and her resolve. She does wish more people had her intelligence, especially people she works with (and she doesn't make much secret of that). As far as resolve goes, that depends on whether people agree with her or not. People on her side should have iron resolve of course, and people against her should be easily swayed
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