#I actually love to complain about my TikTok comments because why are you all so insufferable
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MLP TikTok when the redesign isn’t just a pastel palette & some jewelry
#mlp#my little pony#rarity#I actually love to complain about my TikTok comments because why are you all so insufferable
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☆loser!ellie hcs part 7☆
warnings / tags: modern au, loser!ellie, fluff, established relationship between r & ellie, not explicit whether the r is fem or masc, ellie being soo dawn bad for you, mentions of younger ellie, all of these are self inserts🤓, really bad writing..
note: these are kinda short sorry:(
taglist: @dynsdiary
daily click. don’t buy tlou. read this. and this. help palestine
☆ ellie loves to pull you by the belt loops of your pants. she thinks she sooo cool and sexy for doing it she is but she’s just a loser who LOVES YOUUUUUU and loves to do that:))
☆ i feel like ellie loves to ruin photos she’s in. like when you’re trying to get a picture of the two of you and she’ll just make a funny face or do a weird pose or smt. and you’d get mad at her but wouldn’t be able to contain your laugh because ellie is soooooo funny..
☆ when you post a picture or videos of yourself on like tiktok or instagram ellie will comment shit like “woof woof 🐕”, or “damn mama are you single by any chance?👀😛”, or or “its the niagara Falls down there😼”, or if there’s any that your holding or sitting it she’d say “and suddenly i’m *whatever it is*”
☆ ellie will definitely have “in love with my beautiful wife” in the caption on her social media but your not even marriedyet 😈
☆ has letterboxed and when reviewing a movie she just watched ellie will go in detail on why she did it didn’t like this movie. list all the pros and cons. literally she’ll make a whole list in the caption
☆ in middle school ellie definitely was one of those people who when someone asked her to do smt and it was like boring and no one else wanted to do it and she didn’t want to seem weird bc she really wants to do it she’d be like “what noooo i don’t want to do that..” i’m the most sarcastic and i-want-to-do-it-so-bad voice ever. if any of that even makes sense???????
☆ you know that trend that’s with this song and it’s like ‘everywhere i go i keep a picture in my wallet’ the gf trend(PLEASE KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABT)you and ellie would 1000000000000% do that!!!!! it’s so cutee too because she has sooo many pictures of you in her wallet<33 she collects them in a non creepy way…
☆ ellie loves to tell you all about the dream she’d had when she was sleeping. and you love to listen to them bc they’re always so random like the weirdest thing ever. for example: she dreamt of that you and her were on a date and you went to this little, cozy restaurant and when you walked in there were human size bug sitting at some of the tables and eating like they were real people (a real dream i had once btw)
☆ definitely walks into walls bc she was staring into her phone and not paying a single amount of attention to her surroundings. and then complaining that it was the walls fault because it was standing in her way………….
☆ ellie definitely put a sticker on her phone not the phone case the actual phone and thought it was so cute. but then when she wanted to take it off, it just wouldn’t come off so she’d have to walk around with a stupid sticker on the back of her phone
this is what i imagine the stickers would be:
fun fact i actually have the shrek sticker on the back window of my car
☆ ellie is and ipad kid. that’s it, that’s the hc
☆ yk that sound in tt and it’s like ‘i think i like this little dyke’ you’d definitely use that on ellie and she WILL look at you as if you just betrayed her. as if you stated he run that back.
#𓊆 sofie writes ᡣ𐭩#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams the last of us#ellie x reader#ellie williams x y/n#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x you#ellie the last of us#ellie tlou#ellie x fem reader#ellie headcanons#ellie hcs#loser!ellie#ellie x you#ellie x y/n#tlou2#wlw#sapphic#lesbian
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Peeta Mellark Headcanons (Modern Day Technology!):
I got inspired by a titkok I saw this morning that said Peeta would be obsessed with Minecraft and TikTok, I couldn’t help myself. 🩵
My Masterlist
Minecraft
Peeta’s your biggest fangirl, watching you play video games in awe.
This inevitably leads to introducing minecraft to him… and it’s safe to say he’s addicted!
You both have matching skins.
It starts off with a multiplayer minecraft world, you teach him the basics, laughing when he dies from fall damage.
“It’s not funny!” He pouts.
The first night is actual torture.
You best believe he’ll be shrieking at the mobs.
“HELP ME!”
*breadboy12 was slain by zombie*
(Although he’s a fighter irl I’d imagine him to be a useless defender in minecraft, but at least he tries)
Would sacrifice himself for you if you were under attack.
After the first night he’d ensure to make a house for you both.
He’d cry when a creeper blows it up.
You thought he gave up building until you see a small cottage made of birch and cherry wood the next day.
It’s decorated with a wheat farm and animal pen at the side.
“Do you like our house?” He types in chat, crouching up and down at you.
Would giggle when he places his minecraft bed next to yours.
Has every cat and dog he can find.
He’d totally make an animal sanctuary for them, after you complain they take too much space in the cottage.
Definitely makes a bakery where the price for bread is a kiss (only if it’s from you)
Peeta is definitely the flower gatherer.
Don’t be surprised when Peeta whacks you, throwing your favourite flower onto the ground.
“For you :)” is all he’d say before running away into your shared cottage.
You think his antics are cheesy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. :)
Tiktok
Reposts his entire fyp
Definitely the biggest contributor to his 20+ hour screen time a week.
He’d insist on having a matching pfp with you.
If you say no his pfp would just be his favourite picture of you. “You’re just so pretty baby!”
Apart from bakery accounts you’d be the only person he follows. He doesn’t understand why that makes you so happy.
I’m a firm believer that he wouldn’t indulge in the tiktok thirst traps.
He’d probably block the people making them because the only person he wants to see in that way is you. 🥲
If you posted dancing tiktoks of your own he’d watch it over and over again in awe.
“You look beautiful!” He’d comment. (alongside the other 25+ comments of him admiring you)
Would actually go feral if he saw you make a thirst trap of your own.
His response would totally be: “Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure”. It’s inevitable he becomes victim to the tiktok language at this point, especially when he hears it from you.
Results in Johanna commenting under his comments, telling him to go and touch grass.
He’d get pouty at this, it’s not his fault you’ve got him acting out. :(
A big fan of the “things to do with your partner” videos.
“This reminded me of you”
Would tag you in videos along the lines of “which orange cat am I?”
Leads to a rabbit hole of watching funny cat videos.
His favourites are the cat pov videos, but he equally loves watching animal rescue videos.
He’d stumble across those baby sensory videos (the ones with the vegetables) and unironically be watching them for an hour.
Tiktok would also give him massive baby fever.
“Just the one baby, please!” “Peeta no.”
He’d send you many baby fever videos in hopes it changes your mind.
He’s a sucker for the couple TikTok trends.
“We need to do that together!”
Secretly wants to make a dancing tiktok with you.
Has a private folder full of your reposts, specifically the ones about your special interests so he can educate himself on what you care about.
“No way! I didn’t know you were a Taylor Swift fan!” (his private folder says otherwise) 👀
Results in him becoming obsessed with your special interests.
Peeta would obviously be consumed by breadtok, having thousands of saved videos in his favourites.
You’re no longer surprised when you visit and see his tiktok inspired creations.
“I saw it on tiktok!” He’d beam.
Would definitely start a colony of sourdough after seeing the “100 year old sourdough starter” trend.
Keeps up with the tiktok cake drama (if yk yk)
Scared of the yo ho sea videos (he’d never admit it)
Shits himself when you’re near bodies of water and you start singing it.
However he still watches them to tell you interesting sea facts.
Nobody can convince me that he doesn’t religiously watch the Reddit AITA videos with minecraft parkour or subway surfers in the background.
Gets heated when the person is actually the asshole.
“How could they do that?” “They suck!” “I’d never do that to you baby!”
You laugh, a small smile on your lips because it’s true, he’d never do that to you.
Additional headcanons
Peeta makes a world on the sims, spending hours ensuring you and him look like yourself in real life. In his world you and him are happily married, having multiple babies together and a few pets. He uses the sim world almost as a manifestation of the life he wants with you, as he genuinely sees you both spending the rest of your lives together.
Has a private tumblr account that acts as his diary, he often recalls his day with you, and if that day is particularly good he makes his entries in the same formation as a fan fic (He’s just that whipped) :)
(I’m open for suggestions to make more of these, feedback is appreciated!) This is the first post I’ve made in a few years so I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did making it 💗
#peeta mellark#the hunger games peeta#peeta mallark x reader#thg peeta#peeta x reader#i love peeta#josh hutcherson#the hunger games#thg series#headcanon#mike schmidt x you#mike schmidt#Mike Schmidt x reader#josh futturman#Mike Schmidt comfort
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HOW TO FALL BACK IN LOVE WITH YEONJUN
pairings: yeonjun x f!reader
tropes: one-sided enemies to lovers >:-)
plotline: yeonjun loves you. you've loved him before but now you're convinced he deserves nothing but your ironic smiles. well, you're wrong. these three acts of your life uncover the truth behind your resentment and the depth of yeonjun's love. plus, an epilogue where we collectively hate on short stories because only poetry can truly capture a writer's horniness!
what to expect: a lot of rambling in parentheses but i promise it's essential to the storyline, (i have many thoughts about how i've used this feature in this story which i can share if anyone's interested.) mbti talk, some tiktok slang.
song recommendations: sweet by cigarettes after sex, moonlight by dhruv, lay all your love on me by abba
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THE FIRST ACT: 2 THINGS YOU (MIGHT) HATE ABOUT YEONJUN
it’s not a secret that yeonjun does everything with his everything. he’s only invested in his select few interests but just the little things take up all the space in his heart. you could argue for or against his way of living, he’s more than aware it’s not the healthiest to be like this but he’s not ready to change, not while he’s still young. for now, he’s a summation of fixations and obsessions in his world. and it just so happens that one of his obsessions is you.
“what’s this? y/n’s got a new piercing?” he leans back on his heels dramatically, mouth forming an o at the sight of the newly-added butterfly stud on the helix of your ear. “and it’s only tuesday. week not going very well for you.”
you narrow your eyes at him in your typical resting-bitch-face fashion, instantly taking on an aloof demeanor, “i’m extremely uncomfortable with the fact that you’re keeping up with the number of piercings i have. can’t say i’m flattered.”
“ha! at this point, i don’t even have to try to keep count. you get a new one every other day.”
“oh, leave her alone, jun,” calls out taehyun from behind you, “she’s doing it for inspiration for her portfolio that’s due in three days.”
two ring-adorned middle fingers stick up in front of taehyun’s face, your hoarse voice following suit, “you’re a terrible friend, kang taehyun.”
“two days? and you’re not done? sorry, love, but as an ESTP, i physically cannot forgive you. i have to shame you in public.”
yeonjun laughs a little too hard for your liking at that, about to chime in with his own patronizing comment but you cut in, “oh, well, you know who else is an ESTP? donald j. trump!”
yeonjun laughs again at that, enjoying the banter between you and taehyun a lot. he joins in, “i’m an ENFP. that’s the same as katniss everdeen’s, so i’d say that explains why i’m so hot.”
you frown, “you mean you would choose peeta over gale? yeah, i can see why you have such bad taste in everything.”
taehyun howls in laughter at that and yeonjun shakes his head, “oh, ho ho ho,” he shuffles closer to you, “you don’t understand, y/n, how badly you’ve just insulted yourself.”
before you can fully comprehend the meaning of his statement, he’s gone, grabbing (stealing) a can of beer from hueningkai who’s busy forcing beomgyu to arm-wrestle him.
“whatever that means,” you huff out, massaging your temples. taehyun sighs, concealing a knowing smile, “yeah. i’ve no idea what he means.”
you rest your head against the sofa he’s sat on, stretching out your legs, “i actually hate you for betraying me like that.”
“oh god, maybe i’ll stop the day you stop talking like we’re still in the second grade and i’ve lent my eraser to the wrong person.”
“you might as well have!” you complain, not in the least petty because, “choi yeonjun did not need to know i’m behind on my portfolio. god knows what he’s gonna do with that information.”
taehyun snorts, “ah, yes, he’s probably going to plan a full-fledged assassination involving your family and kids simply based on the knowledge that you’re a helpless procrastinator.”
“you know what?” you sit up with a groan, “i think you’re the one i should be worried about sharing my secrets with. you’re the real threat here.”
your ‘friend’ simply chuckles under his breath as he watches you depart his side and hopes yeonjun’s somewhere in the crowd of the party to keep your nerves… unnerved.
yeonjun is present in the crowd, sat on the less than reassuring metal stairs of beomgyu and hueningkai’s shared apartment. his hand fidget with his phone, struggling to stop himself from going on tinder only to be disappointed because he’s just looking for another y/n and that near impossible, unless you break your oath to rely on “real life encounters and experiences” (your very own words) to find love.
he finds you then, in a group of people hanging around the balcony, cigarettes in hand. you stand a little far apart from the others, looking undoubtedly spaced-out as you swing on your heels back and forth. you’re pretty, even though yeonjun can only see one-fourth of your face, what with all the darkness and your hair in the way.
but you hate him. even if your disgusted grimaces and cold glares are all but a joke, you did seem harbor some kind of resentment toward yeonjun. he’d no idea what it was and trust him when he says he’s been putting his neck on the line just to figure out why.
so far the reasons that have him most convinced include,
one: you hate all men in general and he just happens to be a particularly irksome male presence in your life.
this is a pretty likely explanation, he thinks as he approaches you, because even as an outsider to the group you’re in, he can see that you reserve your expletives for certain men.
“…and that’s why i think everything is soup,” yuta finishes saying when yeonjun joins you. for a second there’s silence and even mark who usually can’t control his laughter maintains a poker face. then, you groan, “yuta, if i had a pencil right now, i genuinely would have stabbed you with it.”
now, this makes everyone crack up while you regard them in disbelief with a look that screams you guys know i’m serious right? because you’re dead serious.
so yeah, it’s a good bet to say that men aren’t your favorite kind of people. but still, yeonjun couldn’t shake off the feeling that your dislike for him is more personal. wishful thinking, perhaps? but then, you turn and notice yeonjun standing beside you.
your half-smile tightens into a frown, “when did you get here?”
there it was. that specific tone you use with, that was missing when you’d threatened lucas just moments ago. the grit in your teeth, the intensity of your eye-contact, even the way you say you changes. which brings him to the next and last potential reason that yeonjun has spent days, if not years, pondering.
two: yeonjun had done you wrong without knowing and ever since then, you’ve grown to absolutely despise him.
now, yeonjun knew for a fact that you’re expert at holding grudges, clear from how quick you’ve always been to bring up embarrassing things people around you, specifically taehyun, had done. and to be honest, you’re just good at remembering unusual amount of detail which you use to your advantage.
which is why yeonjun knows you’ll know he’s lying when he says, “i’ve been here for a good ten minutes, y/n. i’m so hurt you haven’t noticed.”
“stop that,” you shoot back instantly, raising a singular but intimidating index finger, “i know what you’re doing.”
yeonjun raises his eyebrow in amusement, “stop what? what am i doing?” he slightly leans in to dramatically tuck in a few stray strands of hair, “please, enlighten me.”
the low, husky voice he uses is not lost on you. despite your flaming cheeks, you scoff, “that! you’re flirting with me!” you reach up and promptly untuck the hair from behind your hair, “these are my slut strands. you’re not allowed to touch them without permission.”
“your—” yeonjun pauses, “slut... strands? right.” he swallows a chuckle, smirking instead, all while internally he’s having a breakdown over how insane you are. like in a good way. in the way that everything you say is fucking crazy but it’s so native to your logic that it drives him crazy and holy cheese, yeonjun is scaring himself right now.
he looks away momentarily to see the rest of the group’s conversation floating elsewhere. he turns back to you, “so you noticed?”
you cock up a brow, “that you’re flirting with me? no shit, yeonjun, you know i may not look street-smart but i have to live with taehyun and his witty ass so trust me, i’m not oblivious.”
“oh, i beg to differ,” he settles closer to you, leaning against the same pillar as you, shoulder flush against yours, “i didn’t think for a second that you were oblivious.”
“that’s why you ran away after telling me i was insulting myself by insulting your taste?”
yeonjun flushes, taken aback by your straightforwardness, coughing to cover up his lack of excuses at that. you breathe out a laugh at his flustered state, “hmm, so goes down the all-mighty choi yeonjun.”
“at least i wasn’t defeated by my inability to complete my creative writing portfolio due in three…” yeonjun looks down at his watch, “actually, now, two days.”
this time, you’re left without a comeback, “that’s a low blow, man.”
he laughs, “come on, isn’t this like your first time being this late?”
“once again, i remain creeped out at you knowing things like that but,” you relax noticeably next to him, “i guess i ran out of ideas this time. not sure what’s wrong.”
“and this had never happened before?”
“i thought you already knew this.” yeonjun rolls his eyes, a complete contradiction to the grin on his face. ”hm, maybe you’ve run out because you’re trying to do it the same way you’ve always done it?”
“i mean, of course i’m doing it the same way,” you mutter, “that’s like the point of having a regular writing practice. it needs to become natural.”
“yeah, but you need spice things up a little sometimes!”
“gross,” you scrunch up your nose, “you sound like you’re prescribing me a threesome right now.”
he shrugs playfully, “if that’s what rocks your boat.” you push him away at that and he laughs out, “okay, okay, but i’m serious. try something new.” you quieten down at that, probably thinking.
“what about…” you look up at him expectantly and he almost fumbles over his words, “um, what about walking around the city?”
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THE SECOND ACT: LOVE BEGINS BEHIND CLOSED PARENTHESES
full disclosure here: yeonjun’s second reason is right. the first one isn’t completely wrong, but it’s more so the second one that finds you in the gropes of overthinking that night.
you know how at a certain point in the past, you really (really, really, really) like someone but then things don’t work because that person isn’t into you (but more because you’re too caught up in your own self-perception to do anything) so slowly that lots (and lots and lots) of like turns into a lump of resentment? yeah, that pretty much describes your relationship with yeonjun. more or less, you hate him for not liking you (”in the past!! i don’t care about him anymore!” you hastily add from behind kang taehyun who had been narrating this whole paragraph. taehyun poorly covers up an incredulous snort.)
“so now you’re going on a date with him?” taehyun asks a little too loudly, “how does that happen?”
“it doesn’t happen because nothing is happening because i’m not going on a date with him!” you half-scream, hitting the brunette on his head to try and shove some sense into it, “and please, stop being so loud or i’m going to cry.”
“y/n, we live alone. and i think you’re going to cry nevertheless, but okay. if it’s not a date, what is it?”
“it’s just a walk,” you say and when taehyun looks at you blankly, “a walk around the city, in his exact words.” more blankness. more silence. “i was going to go alone but yeonjun said he knows an obscure part of town that would help me become, you know, curious.”
“uh-huh, right, of course…” taehyun purses his lips, intrigued to see how far you’d go with your denial.
“stop looking at me like you’re so much better than me! and no—” you cut him off knowingly, “don’t say that you are better than me. you’re not. what you are is an asshole and i hate you.”
you fall into your sheets with a frustrated wail and taehyun laughs at your state for a few seconds before returning to his role as your therapist slash best friend.
“okay, y/n, i know you don’t like to think about, let alone admit it, but you’re into yeonjun. and since i can’t let what happened a year ago happen again, i’m telling you that i’m almost completely sure that he’s into you, too. so please, don’t be hostile tomorrow on your date— sorry, your ‘walk’ with him. use the opportunity or i’m sleeping over at kai’s.”
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“i don’t know why i let you talk me into this,” you scoff as you fall into step next to yeonjun. “we’re literally at a stupid park.”
he gasps like the theatre kid he should be, “first of all, this is a huge park and you’ve no idea how much people-watching you can from here. and secondly, i bought you coffee so all you’re being right now is ungrateful.”
you stay silent, eyes scanning a group of middle-aged ladies that passes you. you hear a whiff of their conversation, something about one of them wanting to take a break by the water fountain.
“see? you’re already in the zone and i didn’t even have to shut up.”
you look back at him, awed look morphing into a scowl, “no, i think it’s just really easy for me to forget you’re here.” yeah, it’s safe to say you haven’t taken a word taehyun said to the heart.
but no matter what you say, half an hour later finds you perched on a bench, crouched over your notebook, fingers scratching quick bullet points into the paper. you look up every ten minutes or so, head moving up and then rotating slowly, and then back to writing.
it’s only when yeonjun brings you your second cup of coffee that you notice the stiffness in your shoulders. he smiles at you, brightly. brightly? no, it’s the sun that’s bright, not yeonjun. he’s… moronic.
“wanna take a break?” he asks. you stand up in answer, taking the cup he holds out for you, the words thank you leaving your lips a little too quickly. he doesn’t overreact like you expect him to, his attention on some kids a few ways away from where the two of you are.
“you wanna play frisbee?” you mean to mock, not offer, but yeonjun’s ear perk up and he’s pulling you after him before another word can be said.
“hey, kids!” he greets the children who look like they’re maybe in middle school, “could we join y’all for a bit?”
it’s a a girl in pigtails who answers excitedly, probably encouraged by yeonjun’s looks (hey, yeonjun is objectively good-looking. just because you’re stating facts about his appearance doesn’t mean you’re in love with him. because you’re not in love with him.)
“sorry, this one is a little zoned out most of the time, so just don’t aim at her face,” you hear yeonjun say as you finish convincing yourself of your lack of feelings for him. you resist the itch to flip him off and flash a polite smile to the blonde boy next to you.
he responds with an enthusiastic wave, “hello! i’m ren!” you raise your eyebrows, not expecting him to introduce himself but return with a, “hey ren, i’m y/n. nice to meet—”
you’re cut off by yeonjun’s yell as the yellow frisbee flies your way. your hands come up to shield your face but ultimately it’s yeonjun’s body crashing into yours that saves you. does it, really? you wonder as you groan from under him. the grass is damp and you’re in it and yeonjun’s on top of you. you’re not sure what makes you more annoyed.
“i fucking hate you,” you whisper as yeonjun props himself up. he’s still close enough though so he grins, looking objectively good-looking despite the twig that’s found its way into his hair. “smile, babe, i just saved your life.”
you don’t know how to respond to his outrageous use of the endearment so you’re grateful when ren exclaims, “he just called y/n noona baby!!!! ewww, they’re dating!!”
on second thought, you’re not grateful because apparently, this is enough to wreak havoc among the group of children. weren’t they already at least ten? isn’t that old enough to not be annoying? you don’t find out because next thing, yeonjun’s hand is wrapped around your wist as he helps you up.
you shoot him a glare and the loud boy next to yeonjun screams, “they’re holding hands!!!”
“gosh darn, kids, your parents never touch each other or what?”
“my mother said my father’s breath smells like beer and that’s why she won’t give him kissies like she gives me them!” the girl in pigtails answers, proud for some reason. despite everything, you crack a smile at that, leaning into yeonjun’s side who’s struggling to stifle his laughter.
“i think we’ve had enough of a break, no?” he says to you and you nod, “please, let’s go before i’m forced to write about the bad parenting in my portfolio.”
about five minutes pass in you trying to break free from the group who insist on another round. another round takes two minutes before ren takes a hit to his knee and you both take the chance to leave, with you almost sprinting back to the peace of your bench in the shade.
you fall against the tree next to the bench, yeonjun close behind. “that was…” you take a moment to catch your breath, “not bad?”
yeonjun claps his hands together, “that’s exactly what i’ve been trying to tell you! this park! those kids! me? not bad!”
and well, because you guess you can allow that the whole affair isn’t half bad, it’s already evening when you’re too tired to write anymore. you look away from your almost illegible handwriting to find yeonjun gazing at you. weirdly (longingly).
he clears his throat, “you think you have enough?”
feeling weird (love-struck), you also clear your throat, “um, i should. i hope so, my fingers feel like they’re going to fall off.”
“that’s a good sign you’ve worked hard,” he pats your head. you don’t flinch away somehow. he continues, “it’s also a good sign that we should get some food.” when you narrow your eyes at him, he rushes to add, “you know, to relax your fingers.”
the excuse is ridiculous. the premise of this entire day is ridiculous. hell, yeonjun’s entire being is ridiculous. but you’re spent, your walls aren’t as rigid in the soft light of the sunset, and yeonjun’s eyes have an unreal glow when he’s silent.
and so, ridiculously enough, you answer yeonjun, “we should get sushi.”
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that night, you return to your place to a tipsy party (?) of taehyun, soobin, and beomgyu with hueningkai glued to his phone-screen in concentration, filming everything. “you’re back!” kai announces when he opens the door, phone still recording, and you flip the camera off, not without a careless smile.
taehyun stands up at the sight of you, “i take it you had a fruitful date?” soobin laughs, so very loudly. “lmao,” (yes, soobin has the ability to say text slang out loud irl, next question please), “get it? fruit-ful? date? dates are fruits? am i drunk already?”
you shake your head at them and simply hug taehyun, feeling unbelievably affectionate today. “oh? what’s this? y/n initiating physical contact? choi yeonjun must be a god.”
you pull away, “this has nothing to do with him,” you say, sounding unconvincing even to your own ears, “i’m just tired. good night. if you make too much noise, i will take kai hostage and—”
“oh, do that anyway!! please, i’ll pay you!!!!” beomgyu shouts enthusiastically and you leave the living room before you have to witness any more of their drunken behavior.
but even in bed, you find yourself unable to sleep, mind occupied with… thoughts (is hanging out with so many men making you slightly dull? maybe. is it making emotionally constipated? absolutely. you make a mental note to schedule a lunch date with yeji later).
to be more specific, the image of yeonjun sat across from you holding out a piece of spicy tuna roll in your direction is too stubborn to leave your head. you think about yeonjun, among other things, that night.
yeonjun is no different, his mind still reeling from the realization that he’s spent an entire day with you. a day. a date? maybe, but whatever it was, you definitely couldn’t hate him too much if you could stand to spend that much time with him. you even shared a meal with him, laughed when he pretended his chopsticks were an airplane transporting food to your mouth. you humored him. you laughed with him. was that real?
—
if you think there’s nothing worse than waking up, walking out of your room— and right into yeonjun, then you’re wrong. because the disorientation you feel comes nowhere close to compare to yeonjun’s condition when he runs into you on his way to the common bathroom. he’s not sure what he else expected but it doesn’t surprise him to see that you sleep in a ginormous graphic tee (with mona lisa’s face on it?) and shorts.
“what are you doing here?”
the sense of deja vu overwhelms yeonjun for a moment before he smiles a little because your tone is not hostile, only confused. could he take this as progress? (or are you just half-asleep?)
“i’m… i’m here for brunch?” he’s a bit out of it by the time you raise your arms to stretch, heaving a half-groan, half-sigh. and listen, yeonjun’s not a pervert but he is considerably in love with you so seeing you with your slightly droopy eyes and slumped shoulders in your perfectly in-character pajamas sets off his imagination. to all kinds of destinations. (you as a domestic cat? you as a tired soul resting in his bed after a long night? god, he’s not doing this right now.)
“i don’t? i don’t remember agreeing to brunch?” you mumble confusedly, almost petulantly.
“you know,” announces soobin, suddenly revealing himself from the shadows (he’s literally been standing beside the two of you for two minutes, waiting for you to notice him. all he gets is the heat of the sexual tension between you and yeonjun. he could cook eggs on that shit.) “yeonjun was our friend before he knew you, y/n. actually, taehyun was our friend before he was your soulmate, so a brunch is a pretty normal occasion for us.”
yeonjun nods and you simply nod your head, probably too sleepy to make any witty comments at that. he shrugs, “but you’re more than welcome to join us if you want. for brunch? i’m guessing you haven’t eaten anything since our— since last night.” why’s yeonjun flustered? he’s only invited to brunch with four other people.
“i’m—” you’re cut off by yeonjun making his way to the bathroom. when he shuts the door behind him with a less than dramatic thud, you look at soobin in confusion. “so many things are happening too early in the morning.”
but brunch becomes a thing. and you join brunch, helping yourself to taehyun’s nearly perfect breakfast spread, your plate filled with bacon, eggs, and waffles.
“i say it’s nearly perfect because all we have in this house is fucking peanut butter!” you cry out, making taehyun give you a glare because he’s heard this many times before, “i don’t know how many times i’ll have to tell you this, but jam! jam is meant to be eaten with bread, it’s the only right way, it’s the way god intended things. do i look like a gym bro to you?”
“lol no,” says soobin, high-fiving you (you’re not sure if he does that because he agrees with your point about the jam, or if he’s also not a gym bro?) “y/n has a point. there’s so much more options with jam, think of all the berries you could be eating! peanut butter is the same old, same old.”
“god, i hate it when these two are in the same room.” you don’t have time to respond to beomgyu’s exasperated comment because yeonjun shifts closer to you on the sofa, coffee kettle in hand.
“want some? i’ll pour it out for you,” he offers, eyebrows raised. you pause for a second, mouth almost hanging open at how motherly he seems, but nod in a daze and watch as he stands up, takes out a black mug (that coincidentally happens to be your self-proclaimed mug) and pours coffee into it. you’re unaware of the little smile on your face when he brings it back to you, placing the hot mug next to your plate.
you’re about to think out loud about his motherliness when beomgyu follows up on his previous comment, even more boisterous, “oh, but these two in the same room are even worse.”
you look up at that to see the other three staring at you. you make a disgusted face, “why are y’all staring at me? please stop, i feel unsafe.”
“in that case, yeonjun must be feeling really fucking unsafe from how closely you’ve been staring at him,” laughs soobin, words slightly muffled from the food in his mouth. he’s lucky he’s your favorite friend (honestly, it’s just because he looks adorable with his cheeks full but eh, his personality wasn’t that bad you suppose).
“i’ve? not? been staring?” you ignore beomgyu’s snickering, picking up the coffee, “you guys need to get lives so that you stop searching so desperately for crumbs of drama here. i’m not here to serve as a source of entertainment for yo—” you promptly, contradict your statement by spilling the top half of your drink right into your lap.
while you sit there with scalding on your bare legs, it’s only yeonjun who seems concerned (overtly so, you’d observe if you’d care to admit it) with the others laughing their hearts out, satisfied at the comedic timing of your accident.
yeonjun, meanwhile, rushes to you with a handful of tissues, lips in a pout, “what the fuck, are you stupid? how do you spill that? have you never had coffee before?” you sit there trying to get the tissues from his hand, but he swats your attempts away, swiping the coffee from your thighs.
he’s much more careful that you would’ve been, making sure none of it soaks through your grey night shorts and a hand on your knee, probably to steady himself (spoiler: his hand on your knee doesn’t steady either of you, especially not him). but he manages himself well, his worrying outweighing all else as he looks up at you, “are you okay?”
you realize you haven’t said a word, eyes raising to taehyun’s who’s now looking away but watching slyly from his peripheral vision. beomgyu and soobin are in similar positions, pretending to be decent people when really, they’re over the moon.
“yeah, i’m okay, i didn’t really feel any of that,” you mumble, patting at your thighs, “but, um, sorry i wasted so much of your coffee.” yeonjun takes one of your hands, “no, don’t worry about it, i can always make more. you can’t make more of these legs.”
“okay! that’ll do it! i can’t take it any more!” beomgyu stands up with a melodramatic groan, “you two are gross, dude! like, not even in an elementary school way, you’re just objectively gross. i hate this.”
“what was that you said about not being our source of entertainment?” jokes soobin, elbow poking yours, pointing at you and then yeonjun who’s still crouching in front of you, one hand on you, “i very much feel like i’m in a k-drama right now, so i’ve no clue what you mean.”
you can sense from the tilt of taehyun’s grin that he’s about to follow suit with an equally, if not more, obnoxious comment, so you stand up, declaring, “i’m going to my room. i have a portfolio to finish in two days!”
you retire to your room after that, deciding concentrating on your work will do you some good now that you’ve… socialized? could you even call it that? you leave it at that, plopping down on your study desk where you would’ve usually conceptualized your rough drafts like you’d done yesterday in your notebook. it doesn’t compare to the park yeonjun took you to, but there is a window to your right from where you can see the slow street in front of your apartment. people-watching through that window has given you some pretty cool ideas for your pieces. you suppose it was like a pocket-sized version of your experience at the park.
you work the afternoon away, surprised to see it getting dark outside when there’s a knock at your door. you twist in your chair and call out, “come in!”
a light-brown head of hair pokes through and squinting in the darkness of your room, you can tell that’s not taehyun. “yeonjun?”
“woah, haven’t you got electricity in here?” he asks, stepping in and you see he’s put on a cream-colored cardigan on the blue shirt from brunch.
“nah, taehyun uses the money i give him for the electricity bill and gambles it all away,” you joke, sighing with feigned sorrow.
“ah, right, i forget taehyun has a gambling addiction. i’m sorry, miss, can’t imagine what it’s like to be married to someone like that.”
you laugh at that, yeonjun joining in. he leans in against the wall across from you, finding the switch to the lights in your room and turns them on. you’re both quiet for a moment.
you, because you’re reveling in the new-ness of your relationship with yeonjun. you feel like you’ve moved on in some way, no longer feeling caught up in the bitterness that had been coloring your interactions with him so far. he’s close to you, this yeonjun right now, who really, truly looks at you. you don’t even remember the yeonjun who broke your heart. (was it him who broke your heart? you begin to wonder, or just your imagination?)
for yeonjun, he doesn’t think he could’ve said anything even if he wanted to. you look so otherworldly in the dim glow of the evening, your eyes meeting his eyes, unapologetically and most importantly, without resentment. you’re beautiful, here silently in front of him, and he thinks he might have a chance with you after all.
“um,” he’s the one to break the silence, “have you eaten since brunch?”
you shake your head, “have you?”
“nope, beomgyu roped me into watching netflix with him when i tried to study,” he admits with a shy giggle, “next thing i knew the sun was setting.”
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THE THIRD ACT: WINE FLIES WHEN YOU'RE HAVING FUN
conversations with yeonjun always lead the most unexpected places, and this one ends up with you driving with him to the supermarket. one day, you’re taking walks and playing frisbee with yeonjun, the next you’re grocery shopping with him because he’s had a whim to cook dinner for everyone. oh, how fast the night changes.. or however that one direction song goes.
“do you like spaghetti?” he asks, approaching the shelves stacked with different types of pasta.
“think before you ask me if i like pasta again, yeonjun,” you shoot back, inspecting the packets with your hands clasped behind your back. “wow, it’s been so long since i’ve been grocery shopping. taehyun never trusts me to get stuff and that’s how we end up with only peanut butter.”
yeonjun chuckles as he scans the shelves for the kind he likes and you shuffle around a lot, making little noises at all the cute shapes in the different packings. “they have heart-shaped pasta?!” you hold up the pink package excitedly at yeonjun who closes in on you with a fond smile.
“hmm, i think i get why taehyun never lets you come grocery shopping,” he starts, “it says here this a kids’ pasta.”
you regard him with your hands on your hips, unimpressed scowl on face, “you’re saying i have to be a kid to eat heart-shaped pasta? i don’t ever want to talk to you again.”
yeonjun is in a fit of laughter but he reaches out for your wrist as you pretend to walk away anyway with a hurried, “no, no, i think we should get the heart-shaped pasta.”
the rest of your trip is you roaming around being pulled off by the obscure brands and unusual types of foods while yeonjun grabs the ingredients you’ll actually need for dinner. about fifteen minutes later, when he’s done checking off everything on his list, he finds you typing away on your phone.
he catches a glimpse of the notes app on your phone and smiles as he comes to stand in front of you, “what’s up?”
“ohh, are you done?” you look away, “i got some ideas. i’ll use them for future pieces.”
“you’re done with your portfolio?” he asks. and you nod, eyes twinkling as the two of you head to the counter, “yep, i guess your plan with the park wasn’t completely a fail. it was not bad, really not bad.”
yeonjun laughs, piling the items for the worker to bill them. you gasp at the sight of a dark purple container, “you got blueberry jam?”
(fuck, his heart skips a beat. cheesy but valid. you look like you have hearts in your eyes.) “yeah, i saw it and thought you’d like it.”
you crack a delighted smile and even though both of you are paying for the groceries, you feel like you’ve been gifted the world. “i think i love you.” (you’re only joking. …right?)
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“taehyun!!! beomgyu!!! soobin!!!!” you holler into the house, setting up five wine glasses around the table, “dinner’s ready!”
beomgyu is the first to come out, summoned by the smell of food, gaping at the fancy set-up of the two casseroles on the table, one bigger for the spaghetti and a small dedicated to your heart pasta. “woah, this looks insane,” he comments and calls out for the other two.
yeonjun emerges from the kitchen, the bottle of red wine you’d picked out with your hands. you hadn’t been the most helpful in the conquest of the pasta ingredients but you knew a thing or two about wine. this one was one the cheaper side so you didn’t have the greatest expectations for it, but it’ll have to do.
taehyun and soobin make it to the table five minutes later, shocked at seeing a table full of homemade meal. “is this, like, you and yeonjun announcing that you’re officially a couple?” soobin asks. (he’s not joking. the way the two of you stare down at the dinner you’ve put together proudly truly has him convinced that you’re finally over the pining.)
clearly this is not the case but the sight of both of you turning as red as the spaghetti for dinner is enough to elicit a few chortles from all of them. “honestly… shut up, soobin,” yeonjun scolds and you take a seat at the table wordlessly.
the dinner is an experience. it’s been a while since any of you have had good home-cooked food like this, the past few weeks having been cluttered with take-out meals and the extent of cooking you’ve done involves frozen food.
“this is so good,” you hold up a heart pasta, waving it in the air at everyone, and then at yeonjun, “i told you this would be good. it’s so good.”
“judging from the way you’re acting like a child, i’m guessing you’re done with your portfolio?”
you glare at taehyun but nod anyway, shooting him a thumbs up, “done and dusted, sir. i even managed to proof-read it before submitting it this time.”
yeonjun has been sitting beside you, eyes round with adoration at everything you say. you can’t blame him, you’d changed into a white dress with puff-sleeves before dinner which doesn’t only fit the mood but single-handedly creates it, and it’s a rare thing to see you in a dress so casually.
taehyun smiles, “i’m proud of you. even though you’re doing the bare minimum by completing your work on time.”
you roll your eyes at his twisted way of affection, the words on the tip of your tongue dying out when yeonjun leans into you suddenly, arm reaching out for the bottle of wine beside you. he shoots you a half-smile when he meets your gaze, pouring some out for you. as he returns to his position, he says under his breath, “try not to spill this on yourself, babe.”
you hold in the giddy breath that almost escapes your throat at his words, but you can’t stop the mellow feeling that blooms in your chest, eyes following him as he pours some wine for the others, too. was it the wine that was mellow or yeonjun’s voice? (hint: it was the moment of his love for you that was mellow.)
you make it through dinner, occasionally asserting the supremity of your heart-shaped pasta for kids here and there, but overall, overwhelmed by the man by your side. when everyone’s finished eating and lazing around the sofa, beers in hand (”wine is for sissies,” beomgyu aims at you because he knows you hate it when he says that, “let’s get beer guys.”), you take to the balcony with a glass full of wine to yourself.
the night air is pleasant after the warm atmosphere inside the house and you breathe through your mouth a few times, to calm your nerves. you can feel yeonjun’s eyes on you from the living room but choose to stay still, welcoming the feeling of spacing out in solitude.
“you alright?” his voice greets your ears not two moments later. (is he really close to you right now? or is the balcony just too small for two people?)
you hum affirmatively. then, you look at him, a light laugh leaving your chest. you’re leaning into his side now, you enjoy his warmth. “i’m good.”
“didn’t know wine could make you drunk,” he breathes, heart in his throat.
you shake your head at him, “i’m not drunk.” you hesitate and then, “at best, i’m tipsy.”
“i was talking about myself. i feel drunk. ‘s never happened before.”
you frown, throwing a careless glance over your shoulder, “beer and wine? yeah, that’ll make you drunk.”
“i didn’t have any beer,” he reveals. when you narrow your eyes, he continues, “i’m not lying. i don’t like to mix the two. i’ve read it gives you headaches.”
you stay silent, holding your breath for no special reason. (…)
“besides, once i start something, i like committing to it.” if his words themselves aren’t meaningful enough, the soft look on his face is full of unmistakable love.
“you’re not just talking about wine,” at first, it’s a statement you speak, your gaze fixed. then, memories of your past hurt rush in and you finish with an uncertain, “are you?”
“i’m not,” his voice is hushed and you feel there isn’t a moment lost between when he says his words and when you hear them. you’re so close to him, in all meanings of the word. “do you still hate me?”
you’re a little stunned by the jarring question. “i didn’t hate you. really, it was… something internal. like a dilemma. a phase, almost? i don’t think i could hate you if i wanted to.”
“you think?” you can feel his words inside of yourself now, even though you doubt either of you have moved any closer to each other.
yeonjun’s heart is on fire, destructive but determined. his hand brushes back your hair. “you’re so pretty when you wear your hair down.”
you hide your face in your shoulder, away from him, flustered that his words have such an effect on you. you’ve been complimented before. with much more zest, with more elaboration. but this is different. you feel like yeonjun is holding you.
he chuckles, “are you okay?”
you pull yourself away, swallowing, but not making eye-contact with him yet. “that’s the first time you’ve called me pretty.”
“that’s the first time you’ve heard me calling you pretty,” he corrects you. his fingers are in your hair again, this time to make you look at him. “you should listen to my thoughts sometime.”
you laugh and he’s moving closer, both his hands coming to your face. your hands move from where they’ve been clasping the balcony railing for dear life and find yeonjun’s waist, silently beckoning him nearer.
when your noses touch, yeonjun hums, “i’m crazy for you, y/n.”
you want to chuckle at his silly phrasing but instead, you’re saying it back, “fuck, i’m the crazy one, yeonjun. i’ve—” you stop your words, suddenly hesitant.
but yeonjun is firm, his lips hovering over yours and his question will you kiss me? unanswered because you’re already kissing him when he asks you.
(this kiss is. . . not bad.)
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EPILOGUE: A SELF-AWARE SLANDER OF SHORT STORIES
“so…” your voice struggles to stay stable as you prop yourself on your elbows, yeonjun’s arms never letting loose of your sides. “when you say you’re crazy, is it that you’re crazy for me or crazy because of me?”
yeonjun stops in the middle of the tantrum he’s throwing with his buried in your neck. he blows out air through his mouth and you giggle, your hands pulling him up by the hair. “answer me!”
he sighs, “i don’t know, babe. both? neither? either.”
“come on, there’s a fundamental difference between the two,” you whine, “am i a symptom of your craziness or the cause of it?” he stays motionless, lips pressing against your cheek. you add, “just so you know, there’s no right answer. i’m honored to be either.”
“god, i can’t believe you’re using your boyfriend as material that’s going to be read by your entire class. a class of pretentious, sleep-deprived kids. they’ll hate me, y/n.”
you groan, kissing yeonjun’s ear lightly, “not true! you’re a very cute boyfriend.”
“so you are using me for your creative writing class?”
you pause and yeonjun flops onto the bad, pouting and feigning a cold shoulder. “the audacity of women these days!”
“hey!” you pull him back into you, “i’ll have you know that my love language is turning people into literature.”
yeonjun’s pout is already fading when taehyun’s voice breaks into your room (you should probably re-inforce the rule about knocking now that there’s a half-naked man in your room more often than not). “that’s true. she’s already written a story about me.”
your boyfriend’s interest is piqued at this, his eyes jumping between taehyun and you. “what? really?? and you haven’t written about me?”
“i’m trying to! you’re not making it easy.”
“did you ask him all these questions when you wrote a whole story about him?” taehyun cackles in glee at yeonjun’s returning pout.
you roll your eyes, “yeonjunie, it was a short story— the most unromantic form of literature. i’m basically saying i would rather write a bunch of boring description than even think about having sex with him.”
“hmm, it seemed like a pretty enthusiastic piece to me,” taehyun supplies unhelpfully. you glare at him. if you weren’t in just your bra, you would’ve gotten up to shut the door in his face.
“babe, i’m having serious doubts—”
you quickly shut down yeonjun’s whining, “i want to write a poem about you, my love. that’s why i’m asking you so much. it takes a little more to be properly romantic! i want to be truthful.”
he hesitates and you kiss his nose to seal the deal. taehyun groans in defeat, “gross. i just came here to get your asses to brunch. hyuka’s brought mint chocolate snacks from home so we need someone to handle him, so please hurry,” he starts to close the door as he leaves, but stops when the two of you make no move to wake up, “and you’d better not start fucking now! nobody needs to hear that this early in the morning, especially not poor hyuka.”
you laugh into yeonjun’s chest as he shouts back comforting words to taehyun. his lips attach to your shoulder. “i love you, y/n. you’re the explanation for my craziness.”
you shift to look back at him, smile widening, “hm, that’s interesting. can i quickly write that down-? okay, okay, sorry, i was kidding, love, come back here!!”
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#yeonjun x reader#yeonjun x y/n#tomorrow x together#choi yeonjun x you#choi yeonjun tomorrow x together#txt#txt imagines#txt fics#yeonjun imagines#yeonjun fic#txt fluff#txt angst#kpop fic#yeonjun angst#yeonjun fluff#txt headcanons#txt smut#yeonjun smut#txt x you#txt x reader#moa#txt moa#kang taehyun
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When did demanding for the next chapter become the norm? What happened to "I love your work!"? What happened to sending cute little asks yelling about how good the recent chapter is. If there is one thing that I know about writing is that rushed content will always be worse than a chapter that needed a little extra love.
this!!!! i promise this is the last time i'm going to complain about this stuff, but i think i speak for all writers when i say that if you send someone an ask or comment something along the lines of "when are you posting the next chapter?" "will there be another part?" "part 2???" you are going to burn. them. out. i think tiktok and other social media platforms have actually rotted some peoples brains into thinking that writers are content creators who can crank out 6k long works at the snap of your fingers. that's not at all how it works. the creative process takes time and can be draining for a lot of people!!!
i'm going to start deleting and potentially blocking (if it gets bad enough) people who send me asks wondering about the next part to soft spot. you guys, it is so exhausting. like i work full time. i work 10 hour shifts. i've had people send me asks THREE DAYS after i've posted a 10k long chapter asking when i was giving them another part. it's honestly childish and ridiculous. trust me i am trying. i write as often as i can. but please realize i am a human being. i haven't been very secretive about soft spot being a poorly hidden trauma fic, either. what that means is that i'm dumping a lot of my personal experiences into this story because therapy is honestly too damn expensive in this damn country lmao. so give me patience. this is all super personal to me. hounding me isn't going to make me write any faster. i have no schedule. i do not write full time. you're lucky i even post my stories at all. also i feel like i pretty regularly post updates about/sneak peeks of soft spot anyway? so if you guys would even just take a moment to go through my profile you'd probably figure out why the next chapter is taking a bit to be written lmao.
so just... keep that in mind before interacting with the authors of the stories you enjoy. writers do not owe you anything. like they mentioned in the ask, send encouragement. tell people your favorite parts about the story. ENGAGE with them for christs sake. and for all of you who do send me asks telling me what you enjoy about my work, please know i am forever grateful for you. you guys inspire and get me excited to write, and just know that it really helps so much <3
anyway, i'm hoping off my soap box now. please don't go about attacking anyone who does this by the way, i'm def not trying to spread any shit. i'm just a very tired writer trying to get their thoughts out lmao. but i agree with you 100% - this chapter needs a little extra love. and i hope it'll be worth it for you guys <3 treat your writers with kindness
#core responds#like i'm really not a confrontational person at all but y'all#remember we're not fucking ai cranking out stories#i honestly still have so much to say about this but that would take me thousands of words to type out and no one has the time for that#soft spot#soft spot ramble#treat your writers with kindness
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HELLOOOOOO LIL BRO!!! (i don't actually know your age so you could he older than me. I'm 15 lol) LITERALLY CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVEN'T DONE THIS SOONER BUT ALAS I AM HERE NOW!!!!! AND I WILL CONTINUE TO BOMBARD YOU WITH LIL SCENARIOS WHENEVER I THINK OF THEM
You like theater. I like theater. It makes sense
We would definitely watch live action musicals and plays whenever possible and you would show me the ones you like and i would show you the ones I like
Now if you were interested we would audition to shows together bc i volunteer at a local theater all the time
We would have so much fun together! Honestly you would love the theater i go to (i even run their tiktok account but it only has two videos 😢)
Going over to your house to run lines and practice songs (well i don't sing bc i am bad at singing but i would help you!!)
Sleepovers bc i stayed over too late to go home. Taking all nighters to practice scenes and watch the show
Probably also fantasizing about our dream roles together. (Its Veronica from Heathers for me but again I can't sing 😭)
And if I'm not in the show you're in, don't worry!! I'll still be there cheering you on!!
We would be menaces if ee went to the same school. Targeting everyone to come see the show
convenient segue everyone 😉
If we went to the same school I imagine we would go to the gardening club together
You just have the vibes of someone who likes plants
I would complain about the weather and fret over you, making aure you're staying hydrated in the warm sun
I imagine it would be pretty empty except for us too
We're like the groundskeepers basically
Probably planting specific flowers to convey different meanings
Selling some of them during the holidays like poinciana
Getting specialized and matching gloves
Singing while we work bc music makes everything better
I would be give you all the drama and say all my judgy comments
"Then she got up and sat next to this other girl who is barely even her friend! Like hellooo, why are you ignoring me 🙄. And the bitchiest part was when she tried talking to me like normal."
And then you would be lile "amor 😨 that's pretty mean. Maybe she didn't notice?"
After gardening we would probably get a snack and eat inside the greenhouse, maybe also get a refreshing drink
I'm your younger bro to clarify then! XD
And for the record I'm sure you sound wonderful! 💚💚💚💚💚
I love theatre BUT I'm frightened of the idea of performing onstage XD
You'd have to drag me kicking and screaming to the audition
But if I WASN'T, I'd be so excited ehehe
We rarely watch movie musicals anymore because I'm always ranting about how much better the stage versions are and how they ruined it XD (unless we watch one of the good adaptations ofc like West Side Story for example)
YESS US FANTASIZING OVER DREAM ROLES TOGETHER EHEHE
Got the funny visual of you waking up in the middle of the night and waking up to me trying (and falling) to quietly sing Pierre from NPATGCO1812 to not wake you up XD
I'd love the gardening club!! :D
I keep planting carnations "BECAUSE IT'S THA HADESTOWN FLOWER, AMOR! YOU EXPECT ME TO JOIN A GARDENING CLUB AND NOT PLANT THE HADESTOWN FLOWER?" "I love your enthusiasm but that's not at all what I said-"
Ik I seem all nice and kind on here and I think I'm like that irl, but trust and believe that if your pissed, I'm gonna be pissed too XD especially I've gone through similar crap with an ex friend
"She did not!! I told you about Marissa right? She did crap JUST like that! Even try to talk to me sometimes like she wasn't being a total prick- I swear people are the worst sometimes-"
We have a little treehouse or some kinda place where we can just hang out and have fun and have an absolute ball there :)
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oooh the last two anon replies got me fired up so here's my manifesto i guess.
the universal hating on lin manuel miranda comes down to a few factors that most of the time have nothing to do with his actual mistakes:
their cringe history is reflected in him and they can't deal with it. let it be known that it is not lin who created miku binder jefferson. that was entirely a monster of our making. and somehow, his enthusiasm and willingness to interact with fan content (i remember everyone loving him for it) is worthy of punishment in relation.
he's an easy scapegoat to dump criticism on because people already feel so comfortable speaking on him. like you said, it's crazy that people will paint out lin manuel miranda, the guy who changed broadway and did so much for POC roles, to be the big baddie. he's made mistakes, and there's a lot we can discuss about hamilton's legacy, etc., but damn. where's this energy for everyone else? is it a case of "he actually tried, therefore we have material to latch onto and tear down?"
a lot of what he does is successful and in the public eye! it's crazy but i see people going "why is lin manuel miranda in everything" about projects from the 2000s, like yeahh he didn't just make hamilton and then disappear for your own convenience. if anything it's a statement about how a lot of his work, like it or not, is remembered over time. the reaction to him being in percy jackson was crazy to me because i KNOW for a fact that you did not see his dark materials or tick tick boom; at most you know him from moana and hamilton. and then complaining that he "threatened disney to be in everything they do" smh.
he's not your typical white boy of the month. this might be a loaded statement but sue me, i think it's true. POC celebrities have a limited amount of time in the sun compared to white celebrities. a white actor having multiple roles in a year is okay, and it means they're a hard worker. but when it's a POC actor, their presence is conspicuous. their presence becomes bothersome. public goodwill dries up so much faster. even pedro pascal, i feel, has been talked about with eye-rolls recently. i read a very interesting paper about this.
it's fun! the internet's chosen him as their punching bag, and there are no consequences to online hating if everyone else agrees. i bet a lot of people think they're just joking.
and all of this makes it such that if they do find out about some of his actual mistakes, it's a relief. i legitimately saw a tiktok comment section filled with bashing, and someone said "this is so hilarious but kinda mean, the guy didn't do anything" and someone said with "actually he did this this and this" and they replied "oh thank god, i don't feel bad now!" so it's not "oh let's see if this person improved" it's "phew! i have a legitimate reason to continue what i've been doing all along!"
it's crazy because i'm not even a lmm fan necessarily. i've just been in the musical community for years and noticed all of this happening surrounding his very popular work. you all will rue the day! 10 yrs later or so people are going to start making those "he deserved better" posts but i will not forgive or forget.
i don't know if you want me to respond to every single thing you wrote here, but i appreciate the message, especially when it comes from someone who's not really a fan - it only shows me that it's possible not to be in the fandom & still be respectful.
don't even get me started on miku binder jefferson, it's probably the most ridiculous thing i've ever seen in my life. also, one thing i need to point out is that NOT EVERYONE in this fandom is like that, & i think i'm a perfect example of a person who just enjoys lin's art & likes talking about it & analizing things, but not enjoying all those weird cringe things that were created by the fandom (like the one you mentioned), so like... maybe a certain part of the fandom was the problem, not the creator of the thing? i have nothing against fanfiction in general, nothing against fanarts but like... some people are ruining the thing cause it's just too much. like the famous lmm cannibal mermaid fanfiction, come on guys, be serious, what the actual fuck???
i also agree with the percy jackson thing, i remember seeing all the hate even before the episode with him dropped & honestly i couldn't stand it, the pjo fandom ruined all the fun for me & i literally had to block pjo tag lol. then the episode was out & everyone was suddenly like OH, HE WAS ACTUALLY GOOD, well guess what bitch, i've been saying this all the time, he is actually a good actor & you are just a miserable hater. this fandom is toxic as fuck. also, you think he's everywhere? i do know a lot of other celebrities who actually ARE everywhere these days & somehow no one is sick of them??? so maybe people really are just racists. also, this is literally his job lol what do you expect him to do, disappear forever?
i will not forgive or forget either. like i said before, i'm aware that he made some mistakes, it's not like he didn't apologize for some of them, also he's not perfect, but no one is. all i'm trying to say is that there are more problematic people but somehow everyone feels the need to hate on him. you picked the wrong guy, just let him be.
#i will always defend him no matter what#i literally HAD a friend who called him a disgusting piece of shit because of all the bad things he did & said he should die#& this person is a swiftie who can see no bad things in taylor's behaviour looool#i had to block the bitch#anyway#thanks for the message once again#have a nice day anon#lin manuel miranda#lmm#anon#i saved every letter you wrote me*
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della and sunoo
first
Sunoo thought Della was absolutely gorgeous when he first saw her. Truly one of- if not the prettiest girl he's ever met. And he's seen quite a few idols in real life.
He loved how cold she looked. He loved how intimidated he was by her. He loved how he wasn't the reason behind her blush. He just loved the challenge she brings.
It was a shame that Sunoo spent most of his time in the Ground, he would've tried his hardest to get closer to Della. He didn't want to get his hopes up when I-Land part two began. He figured that she was close with a lot of the guys already.
His friendly feelings started to shift when his efforts were reciprocated.
He didn't know what it was. He has befriended lots of girls before but how did this particular one make his heart flutter so hard? How did this one make him crave for skinship when he's not one to particularly enjoy it?
He gave up looking for the answer. Because at the end, she's Kang Della. Anyone can fall in love with her.
the fanboys' pick
"You have so many fanboys, y'know?" Della told Sunoo as she was looking through a Tiktok's comment section while laying on his chest.
"Not as much as you, I'm sure," he locked his phone, placing it down to look at hers.
"No, you probably have more," she closed her phone as well and turned her body so they were facing each other.
"Don't be ridiculous," he giggled. "Even my friends in school like you."
"How are you sure they like me more than you?" Della giggle too, coming close to rub her nose against his.
"How are you sure that I'm their bias?" Sunoo grinned. "They're my friends after all."
"Well how are you sure-"
"Oh my God!" Sunghoon groaned out loud from his bed. "You both are the fanboys' pick. Just stop already!"
"Fanboys' pick," the two chuckled. "So we're the 03z, the expressionsz and the fanboys' pick, huh?”
cutie
"Lala?" Sunoo approached Della in her room. A thought was really bothering him. "Can I ask you something? Are you busy?"
"No. What's wrong, darling?" she shut her laptop and pat her bed.
"Do you- do you think I'm too cute?" he's never been one to feel insecure about how he is, but the more he thinks about it, Della always seem to bias the more masculine type of men. The guys like what his hyungs are.
"What are you talking about?! Of course not, darling. You can never be too cute," Della furrowed her eyebrows, reaching to grab his hand. "What happened?"
"Well you seem to bias guys who are very manly, and the leaders and oldest and stuff like that," he stroked her nails. "Like the ones who can lead you or dominate you or whatever."
"Sunoo. Kim Sunoo- darling-ya," she held his face in her hands. "Let me tell you something. Do you know how sexy it is for a man to not falter or feel threatened just because he wears or does things conventionally feminine?"
Sunoo couldn't help but blush, he's never heard someone say that before.
"You're sexy as fuck, Sunoo-ya. I love you just the way you are and I've never and will never complain about your ways," she pushed his bangs back.
"You actually think that?" the corners of his lips turned up.
"I wouldn't have fallen for you if I didn't think so, darling," she couldn't help but place a kiss on his nose at how cute he looked. "Besides- you know I love being alpha too. And I'm sure you like being taken care of, right?" she stroked his hair.
"Mm," he placed his head on her chest. "Can you call me a good boy?"
"My good boy," she smiled and left a kiss on the top of his head.
"Thank you, Lala. I really really love you."
arguments
"Ya Kim Sunoo! Did you eat without me?!" Della rushed to the kitchen while buttoning her pants. "Why didn't you wait for me?!"
"If you wanted me to wait for you then say so!" he looked at her with a pissed off face.
"I told you!" she quickly sat across from him and took a bite of toast.
"No! You said to wait for you for skincare! Not breakfast!" they both avoided eye contact.
"Well it's more of a 'wait for me for the rest of the morning.'"
"Then you should've specified?!"
"Ya! What should I say?!"
"Shut up and eat, you two. It's almost eight."
The 03z bicker a lot. Out of all of Della's boyfriends, she definitely argues with Sunoo the most.
Though their arguments are always over simple, pointless things so they tend to forget about it quick. It's no wonder the members find it adorable.
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"WHO FINISHED THE MY MOM IS AN ALIEN?" Della called out.
"Sunoo-hyung," "Kim Sunoo," Jungwon and Jay said at the same time.
"YA KIM SUNOO!" she rushed to the boy. "Why did you finish the chocolate ice cream?! Mincho was right there!"
"Why?! I was craving chocolate so I ate the chocolate!" he looked up from his phone.
"Mincho was right there!" she gestured towards the kitchen.
"Then eat the mincho if it's right there!"
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"You said we're going to watch the new episode tonight," Sunoo crossed his arms.
"Yeah, we ar-"
"Then why did you promise to help cut Heeseung-hyung's toe nails?"
"We'll probably be done before your shower!"
"Yeah but it was supposed to be our night!"
"You won't even notice!"
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"YA DELLAA! Why didn't you wash this?!" Sunoo went up to Della with his shorts.
"Why didn't you put it in the dirty pi-"
"I did!"
"No you didn't! I would've washed it if you did!"
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"No it's not! Germany's driving seat is on the left!"
"The right!"
"The left! It's just like Korea!"
"No! I'm pretty sure it's-"
"Della's right."
"HAH! SEE! I TOLD YOU!"
baby
"Do you guys wanna hear Della fangirling over a manhwa? I have it recorded right here," Sunoo brought out his phone in a Live. "I think you saw a little bit in I-Land but this is how she's like almost every day.”
"Wait.. Give me a second," he clicked on a few things before lowering the phone a little so the audience could see his face. "Listen, listen."
His face supported a small smile at first, but soon grew to a grin when the audio kept going.
"Aaaaaa!" Della's squeal sounded a bit muffled. "Why would he do that?! Oh my God, oh my God, it's happening. Oh no, oh no, oh no!" her voice then sounded normal again.
"This is really, REALLY what Della is like," Sunoo looked at the camera while pointing at his phone.
"Baby, baby, ba-" he tried to not show too much panic but immediately stopped the audio as fast as he could.
"Yes. That's what she's like. She's so cute," he giggled nervously.
Looks like he has to defend them through his fake account again.
선르셋
"You look amazing, darling," Della grinned lazily from her seat. "Your waist looks spot on."
"I know right! The outfit's so pretty," he looked at himself in the mirror while fixing his glove. "Engenes are gonna go crazy. I can't believe you thought of this."
"선르셋 was taking too long," Sunoo cut her off with a laugh. "I had to take matters into my own hands." [seonreuset = sunoo + corset]
"My waist looks so good and paired with the glove just looks so sexy," he sounded really excited. "I wish I could've posted the pictures during your birthday too.”
"It's okay, darling. Today's highlight is your outfit," she sat back in her seat.
"Are you kidding?! Look at yourself.." his voice gradually got smaller as he paid attention to how she looked at that moment. "You really look good."
"Come here," she smirked, patting her lap.
oppa
"'Why does Della call you oppa sometimes?' Right? I don't understand too," Sunoo read a comment during a live. "She said it's because I graduated first, but she's older than me and we're the same grade so it just doesn't make sense."
"Or maybe it's because it's a habit? She does have four o- but then she would've also called Jungwon and Niki oppa," he looked up as he was thinking. "If it's because I graduated first then wouldn't I be sunbaenim? I don't know, it doesn't make sense," he giggled.
"I guess she enjoys seeing me flustered or something," he smiled brightly. "Since it's a bit embarrassing.."
"She always knows how to drive me- people crazy," he went quiet for a bit before giggling at his tiny mistake.
a little tint
"Your lip colour is so pretty," Sunoo touched Della's lips ever so lightly. "Do you think that they'll let me use it too?"
"You wanna wear this colour?" Della spread her leg so he could sit on her lap more comfortably.
"Maybe just a little bit, not so muc-" she cut him off with a kiss.
"There," she dabbed his lips to evenly distribute the colour. "A little tint."
"But they would know that we were making out," his eyes twinkled.
"Let them suspect. They keep thinking I'm only dating someone from the hyuppa line. You need your shine too, baby."
requested:
—sulla
—sunoo wore something 'feminine' and people thought it was della at first
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Hope you don’t mind me coming to you for a quick rant?
I love the community that livestreams etc have created, it’s so lovely sharing something with people from all over the world, but at the same time I really feel like it has created this insane expectation for every single show to be different and special.
Like when I was a teenager and started going to gigs, I didn’t know what they played the night before or what they would play the next day, I was just excited for what was happening in front of me. And realistically, if there’s 10,000 people in the arena us hardcore fans forget that probably 9,000 of those people aren’t familiar with the setlist and are surprised/excited by the whole thing.
Maybe it’s a weird thing to say, but I just felt when I was watching a stream tonight the comments were full of fans talking about which songs were the shittest. And then at the end there was loads of them complaining about how “boring” and “mid” the setlist was. Obviously you’ll enjoy some shows/sets more than others, but to watch them pour all their energy into putting on a brilliant show and then call it boring because they didn’t come up with any surprises is just kinda rude.
Most bands and artists keep the setlist exactly the same for an entire tour, why are we out here asking for something different every night of a seemingly never-ending tour??
Sorry to dump this on you, just didn’t know where else to take my rant 🤣
No I know exactly what you mean and I agree. I’ve been seeing that a lot in the comments of live streams. The last one that I watched there were a few people who were like so mad that they didn’t end with GYAT or whatever. I’m like ???? Okay but do you realize this is some peoples only show and they’re just happy they got to go at all? Like why are we making it weird.
It feels really bad too because I know matty talked about doing the show theatrically BECAUSE he didn’t want to just to a straight up “rock show.” But somehow through social media we’ve managed to turn even that into an expectation. So they had to amp it up even MORE and they did SATVB. And yet here we are people are still complaining. I think that’s why matty said that thing a while ago about no phones and shows haha. Idk if they’d actually stick with it but I understand the impulse. He feels like maybe he can’t quite get ahead of it. There are a lot of aspects to it too. The way that recording and spreading on tiktok all these things has ruined the surprise and spontaneous energy. It sucks. We should he grateful the boys have been so on board with the live streams and have tried to help us with it. Not complain!
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i’m starting to regret adding cod mw2 to my masterlist, and let me tell you why. (this is a bit of a rant, so be advised)
there are starting to be way too many entitled people popping up underneath the very little i have written so far, and i just don’t understand why.
and before you lecture me on how there’s entitled/rude people everywhere, i am very aware of that fact lol. but there is a pattern i’ve started to notice with fandoms like these, specifically fandoms that take off in popularity on social media sites like tiktok/twitter.
it’s very easy to see who actually cares about writers on here and what they provide for the fandom, and who doesn’t. i can tell in the way they interact with them and how they show their support. i’m not sure if it’s just because i’ve been on tumblr for a while on previous blogs of mine, but i can just tell who does and doesn’t.
and i don’t know why i have to explain this..but me not writing for gaz right off the bat is not “erasing” him. for context, in my latest post (which is my first ever headcanon post for mw2) i have so many people in my inbox saying i am “erasing” his character or that i’m somehow committing a huge sin by not writing for him in my very first post…
now, i could understand if people were upset if i tagged his name on the post and he wasn’t there, but i never did that. you can see for yourself here. it’s tagged in the right ways, and everything else.
there is all the 141 characters on there, but no gaz. and if you’re wondering why: it’s because i wanted to get a better grasp on könig’s character before writing for gaz and including him in something like that. but also, i kept the title very neutral to not throw people off.
but also, if of the people upset had any care to look, you’d see that this is a newer blog. meaning, it’s not gonna have every single character available yet! there is nowhere on my blog that says i don’t write for him or that i dislike him in any way. (he’s actually very interesting and i was planning to write for him up next)
but there is something that people need to learn. like ASAP. not everyone is going to write for all the characters you like. not everyone is going to include every single character from a certain fandom/group/etc. that’s okay !!!
the fact so many people got upset with me, someone pretty damn new to the fandom (at least the writing side of it), shows that they can’t solve their own problem and find a headcanon post or fanfic that DOES have the content they’re searching for!
all i’m saying is: please just be more considerate. if you don’t see the character you want, don’t waste your time commenting and complaining about it. it’s getting kind of hard to keep wanting to write for this fandom as i’ve never had this problem with any other fandom i’ve written for on my other blogs.
if you’ve read this far, please know you are appreciated <3 continue to support the content you love on here by reblogging, commenting, and all that good stuff that keeps it circulating. have a nice day/night !! <3
#i’m just really exhausted#this is supposed to be fun and people continue to make it so fucking annoying.#cod fandom#mw2#𓆩⟡𓆪 — siren’s song
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Complete guide to Flickr and why you should use it
bc I got some things wrong but it’s still a very good website that we should all use instead of Instagram
1: Flickr isn’t tied to Meta or any of that Facebook bullshit, from my knowledge it doesn’t share your contacts so no one will get a notification that you joined, it’s safer that way and more private than Instagram.
2: It’s built for photos. Instagram kills quality of photos, if you’re an artist, especially a digital one, uploading to Flickr would be way better for people to actually see detail and the color.
Going on with this because it’s built for photos, while it can host video, it doesn’t have TikTok/Reels and lives which is soooo nice. Like I don’t hate that stuff, but I like that Flickr isn’t trying to catch on the latest trends.
3: There isn’t likes. Flickr is mainly for sharing and LOOKING at photos. The most interaction you can get one on one is commenting, following, and favoriting. Favoriting is basically the public saves, no one really faves things on there unless it’s a recipe or for a reference or something.
4: Groups. Flickr does have an option for communities to make groups in where you can share similar interests MOST OF THESE ARE DEAD BUT WE CAN BRING THEM BACK!!! (IM BEGGING)
5: The bios are unlimited ( I think ), I copy and pasted the entire Bee Movie script three times along with my own bio that was already in there. I’m always pissed when I have to trim my bio, so bitches who like to put everything in their bio this website is for YOU
6: It’s in chronological order. Everything. You can even look up when certain posts where made by year, month, even fucking day. The archives of Flickr are so fucking fun.
7: Its not a contest. The main reason as to why I fucking hate Instagram (other than they took away chronological order and being able to see the recents under a tag) is that it focuses too much on “#aesthetic” even on the casual Instagram side people are still posing and trying to make an aesthetic of it. Flickr is just for photos you like, which yes can be aesthetic, but it’s mainly for daily life. You will see older people just posting what they are working on, maybe a cat they saw at the store, nothing planned. Just a quick unprompted click.
8: Organization, Flickr let’s you have Albums which is where you can organize all your photos in much like Pinterest. Most do it by year but others do it by topic too.
9: You can upload photos in bulk. You don’t have to upload them one by one, or at a limit of ten, you can upload a FUCK ton of photos at once.
10: if you don’t like ads and want more storage space, the pro version is extremely cheap compared to Netflix. Netflix without ads is fucking $15.49 and Flickr is $8.25 a month. There are also two other payment plans if that’s still too much for you.
11: It allowed adult content. In like. Every form. Enough said
CONS
1: You can’t DM (this is not a con to me and I hate when people complain about this just fucking use a email it is so fun to email people please for the love of god)
2: You can only upload 1,000 images before you run out of space. (You can always delete images later, I personally like to delete images at new years for a fresh start and archive them somewhere else)
3: it’s dead. No one really uses it.
4: to upload your bio you have to use a desktop version of the app.
THANK YOU FOR READING PLEASE SWITCH TO FLICKR AND SHARE THIS SO WE CAN START TO REVIVE OLD PLATFORMS TO SAVE THEM TO REBEL AGAINST META AND THIS NEW AGE OF CREATING SOCIAL MEDIA APPS AND SHIT
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I like fanvids and edits on tiktok but whenever I get videos about books...dear god, it's like getting slapped in the face. (This is about Stephen King's Carrie.)
So, yesterday I happened to see a video where a girl was complaining about how Stephen King described Carrie, in particular her body and how she got her first period. However, the whole thing was very... vague. What i got was that "he was creepy and disgusting and he should have never been allowed to write about underage girls". (Does this remind you of anything???? Because this does remind me of some specific fandom discourse... but I digress) so I went to the comment section, and 99% of the comments were actually about THAT infamous IT scene. So, yeah, it wasn't very enlightening as to what the fuck was wrong with King's depiction of Carrie...
So, let me ramble a bit about this.
I first read Carrie (in the italian translation) when I was about...14/15 I think. (So, about 23 years ago, for reference.) Bought a cheap paperback at the supermarket (yes). And I read it and re-read it. I think I know some bits by heart. I loved it. And why? Let me tell you.
First of all, as a teen who felt awkward and fucking ugly, I saw a lot of myself in Carrie. The descriptions of her body, which apparently creeped out those people in the tiktok video, felt right to me. It conveyed disgust and curiosity and the potential for pleasure. Idk if you get what I mean...
(Also, btw, all the people grossed out on tiktok forget that Carrie is actually at least 16 in the story so...i mean, she's not a baby. Also the story is set in the 70s if I remember correctly, and you don't need to have a history degree to know that at the time people...well, were doing a lot of "grown up stuff" around 16/17. That's just how...it was. But apparently gen z have no sense of history whatsoever.... sorry.)
Moreover, people were getting offended (so I gathered) because King was "kinda disgusting and creepy" because he wrote about Carrie getting her first period like that. *major sigh here*
Look, i got my first period when I was 11. And it was fucking traumatic for me. Basically, i've been having periods longer than the people in the video and comments have been alive. Periods are nasty, uncomfortable and a pain in the ass. They're gross... they suck. King described the whole thing in a way that felt...real. (and also symbolic in a way, but this is for another time.)
A man can't write about it? Why? No, don't answer... i'm afraid i know the reasoning behind this brand of idiocy.
I gathered that they complained about the sexual undertones. Have those people ever been teenagers? Teens have sex on their minds quite a lot. I was like that and I was also pretty annoying and weird about it.
And lots of the comments were about how King was high on coke most of the time back when he wrote his most famous stuff and I was... baffled. Lots of artists have created great stuff while being high as fucking kites... y'all are clearly not so open-minded and accepting of drugs as you claim to be if you're dismissing King's writing because he was on drugs.
Also, one last thing that made me laugh:
Someone in the comments wrote that "King is considered high art while twilight is considered crap". My sibling in Christ, I can assure you that Stephen King is definitely not considered high art anywhere. He's a genre writer and genre writers are basically never considered high art. Like, at all.
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(Same anon complaining about fruity four)
Oh my god, the casual homophobia in teens these days, especially from within the community. I'm older genZ, at 25. I have been openly queer for over a decade.
When I first came out all the homophobia I saw/ experienced was from outside the community, casual use of the f and d slurs, using gay as an insult/ synonym for bad, using fruit/ fruity in a derogatory way, and your typical hate crimes/ hate speech.
Now, most of what I see/ hear comes from LGBT+ teens. I have heard teens in a pretty conservative town asking other people (Including adults) if they're fruity. Loudly discussing how strangers are "obviously queer" without caring who is around. And the whole trend of "Is he y'know *limp wrists*?" And the push of micro labels onto almost everyone, who don't want or need to use them.
This links back to the whole "fruity four" thing, because all of these things are used in so many fics for them. Eddie will be limp wristing at everyone. They'll all be describing themselves as fruity. Steve will keep using the word queer to describe his sexuality. Yeah, sure creative liberties and whatever. But it feels unrealistic for a group of teens in the mid '80s. They wouldn't be using all these things that are common in kids now, because they were used in a very derogatory and dangerous way in the '80s. They're teens in a small town in the '80s, they probably wouldn't feel comfortable reclaiming the word queer, let alone half the other stuff they get written as doing when they're written as queer. And they wouldn't be well versed in queer culture of the time, let alone that of today.
i think the reason for this is that these teens are only experiencing queer culture online. the most they get in real life is a commercialised version of pride. all they really know are tiktok comments, where it’s encouraged to imply someone is gay, and loudly discuss what a celebrities sexual orientation might be. outing someone isn’t seen as bad because coming out is seen as a necessity now. i’ve even seen people say that it’s morally wrong and lying not the tell someone you’re gay, which is just insane.
i’ve even seen this post critiquing the word queer because it’s “too vague”… wtf. and yeah! there’s this weird thing where people expect you to totally analyse every aspect of your sexuality and gender and have the perfect word to describe it, and if you don’t totally fit what they think a sexuality is, you’re wrong. and it’s so tiring.
some fics just make it so obvious that they’re writing from a 21st century perspective. like, i’m not saying to write the teens being violently homophobic or anything, but you’ve just got so many st teens treating sexuality with a gentleness and understanding the complexity of it that they just wouldn’t have.
like, robin always knows what bisexual is in fics, she knows the word for it, and she knows exactly what steve is before he even knows. and eddie is flagging and knows exactly what every colour flag mean and he’s a sado dom in small town indiana. and it’s like, get a grip.
i think, when it comes to like robin and steve, it wouldn’t be until they left hawkins, and moved into a city and actually started interacting with queer culture that they would start to refer to themselves with labels. i think in a town like hawkins, where an identity is used to insult you and you really don’t have any other queer people around, it’s harder to just call yourself a dyke or queer. (which is why i love stobin in their 20s exploring queer culture and being able to feel comfortable in themselves and the way they present, because they just really couldn’t do that in the teens).
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every time i see a hl stan on tiktok say “theres enough lgbt rep” and shit like “why do straight ships get so much hate but lgbt ships dont” 50 years are taken off my life
I. Are there people actually. Saying this .It just goes to show you things. [otgw Greg voice] And by things i mean that lgbt folk can't have one fucking thing that's ours. You say "go make your own show if you want to see rep" and Dana did. And now youre complaining and boo-hooing and whining that there's no representation for you in there. Like, uh, yeah! It's not fucking for you! Oh cry, cry I am uncomfortable when we are not about me. That's it. That's what h/l shippers sound like. Clearly we don't have enough rep if that's the kind of reaction we're getting to the first show with a queer main character in a wlw relationship on Disney. I'm taking a stance. I don't fucking care if it's young girls that see themselves in Willow or look up to her and just want a pretty boy to love them. If you think lgbt people being uncomfortable with a m/f ship that has no solid backing in the show is a threat to you somehow, you are the problem and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of the fact that I didn't get these kinds of cartoons with explicit lgbt rep at my age and y'all do, and instead of cherishing it straight fans are stomping all over it in favor of a straight passing ship. Yes, Hunter has canon bi imagery, but even that hasn't been explicitly stated in canon and Willow's sexuality has never been touched on. So whether it's actually straight or not, with the context we have in the show it's straight passing at the least and if a single fucking person comes at me yelling biphobia, they will get the same response they've always got. It's not biphobic to dislike two characters together especially when I've actively made content of the bi implied character being with both fem and masc people lmao. Just because I don't like your shitty ship doesn't make me biphobic- I just have good taste. You know why straight ships get so much hate? Because you guys pull shit like this and I'm tired of it. As a queer person that wishes cartoons like Gravity Falls when I was a teen could have had lgbt rep like TOH does, I'm fucking tired of it. Huntlow is boring, bland, and as much as you all hate it, Willow canonically does not like him back :-) Just a quick rebuttal to all the "Well whether you like it or not, Hunter canonically has a crush on Willow" comments I've got. Because guess what? That can be flipped right the fuck around on its head.
#taako talks#asks#anons#toh#the owl house#im not even tagging this as negative because this is the top ask that's pissed me off about this whole thing#like not you anon but what you've seen#anon anon what do you see? ALL.
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something i've been thinking about a lot lately is why so many swifties hate joe.
taylor used to be a lot more open with her personal life. maybe a bit too much. we almost know the exact start and end dates. we could almost pick out which songs were about which exes.
and then joe and taylor got together. and taylor wasn't available anymore – romantically (as taylor had this reputation as the single girl who had bad luck in her previous relationships that made her feel like she was more available than her other female contemporaries), but also more so emotionally.
some people can get possessive over their favourite celebrities, even if they aren't attracted to them. and i don't think it's a stretch to say some gaylors who think joe is a beard would have just as much a problem with him if he was a woman. because for a lot of swifties, it's not about whether taylor is gay or straight, it's about someone taking their ability to know her away. because some people think that because taylor is famous, we have a right to know what would otherwise be private details about her life.
and they see joe an infringement on that 'right.'
Yes, anon, you're 1000% correct about this. I totally agree with you, I'm in awe of how concisely you've managed to put together all my different thoughts about Taylor + her fandom in this perfectly worded message!
I'm going to expand on this thought process because you've given me a lot to digest, but it would be hypocritical of me to not point that conspiracy kaylors are not the only ones who dislike Joe. Many hetlors also call him "boring," or "wet bread" or "uninteresting," and I think you've hit the nail on the head with this analysis.
Swifties are really in denial about the reality of the relationship that they have with Taylor Swift and it's become increasingly clear to me that Taylor has decided to put up a lot of personal boundaries, including removing the secret sessions (she's doing surprise drops because it gives her a valid reason to not invite fans into her house... and the fact that some of us are still in denial about this says a lot... like, shes given us 2 music videos of people/friends/fans infringing in her personal house and lavender haze as a mv is damning to the 1989 era of swiftie-taylor relationships tbh... like, its so clear to me that both the archer in anti hero and the people in LH are symbols of her fans) and not posting on social media.
She's basically gone zero contact with us, even tiktok, like okay tumblr swifties on here complain about taylor being on tiktok and she's not really on tiktok, she films promotional content on tiktok. We don't even fucking know if she's the one liking posts or commenting on videos there, like it's highly unlikely that she's actually wasting her time on tiktok.
Like, every single video, tweet, insta post, tumblr post etc has turned 100% professional and the only connection we have to taylor anymore is through her lyrics. It's a sad reality but it's also partly our fault. Like, okay, we love her too much as a fandom and part of that is because we do feel entitled to know about her personal life.
There is a reoccurring theme in midnights about the overbearing presence of her fans in her personal life. Like, romance is not dead if you keep it just yours is a direct callout to the fact that it was unhealthy of her to be so public about her love life. Many swifties forget how nasty the public was to teenager taylor swift, she's not the same girl we met in 2006. She grew the fuck up and so should we, as a fandom it is unhealthy of so many of us (I'm really disappointed in the adults in this fandom who don't speak up more about Taylor's right to privacy) to have this expectation that we will know every single detail of her life, and that we deserve to know.
Joe is the first relationship she had completely offline and in private. Like, she was in control of when she released the information that she was dating Joe and she has been in complete and total control of exactly what she wants to reveal in her music and about her life since then and a lot of swifties are having trouble reconciling this new boundary that she has put up.
Like, the fact that yall were harassing her account on her just last year is fucking INSANE to me. Why are you DMing a celebrity? It's fucking weird behavior, it's overstepping and it's disregarding personal boundaries. Taylor doesn't want to hear from you, I'm sorry but it's true.
Just because she wants to make music and sing about her life and connect with you in venues that she has pre-approved for a certain alloted period of time doesn't mean that gives you the right to demand her personal time when she is at home, away from the public eye. It really makes me sick, a lot of aspects of stan culture in general because there is a huge lack of respect there for personal boundaries kind of baked into the practice.
I don't think swifties are the first or only problematic fandom (1d is a mess, I'm glad they broke up tbh) but it's definitely unique in our fandom the way Taylor fed into the parasocial aspect because it was necessary for her mental health at the time as well.
When we talk about Taylor being unhealthy during 1989 era, why is that we never mention that her secret sessions/tumblr messages/over-involvedness with her fans was a part of that illness? Why do we refuse to change our behavior as a fandom, and just hold tight to our preconceived notions of who Taylor is and what she wants from us. She has been asking us for space and privacy in her personal life for a while now and I think we should all just stick to dissecting themes in her songs because that's what she wants us to do.
I remember watching a video by a non-swiftie music fan who was like expressing a sentiment of "I find it interesting that when taylor was asked about the secret messages in her lyrics, she replied with whatever it takes to get my fans to read the lyrics." That's what I try and focus on this blog, I try not to read too much into her social media or her personal life but rather just stick to reading her lyrics.
I think we all need to get comfortable with just reading her lyrics and relating to her in that way.
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TLDR: i have stockholm syndrome for 2020
i miss 2020. a lot. and its kind of weird, because you only really remember the bad parts. quarantine, home-schooling, covid, ect. but then there are the points where you actually had a good time. so, in this essay i will tell you about positive highlights in 2020. (strictly highlights for me!!!)
2020 was the year i discovered dead meat. if you dont know, dead meat is an awesome horror centric youtube channel, run by james a. janisse. on their, you will find kill counts and their podcast! plus, supercuts made off of the kill counts. i actually remember my first ever dead meat video! it was the banana splits one. i revisit that one every now and again. i kind of remember how i found them. i was on my parents bed since the charging cord for my computer at the time wasnt long enough to reach my bed, i had my head phones plugged in and was watching gacha videos since i was really deep into those. it was a sunny day since it was nearing the end of the year, and i had it on auto play. so, they were the next video. i thought james' was entertaining, so i kept watching. and after watching the entirety of the banana splits one, youtube recommended another one. so, slowly, i worked my way through a bunch of his videos. and i basically became a horror junkie because of dead meat!
2020 was the year food theory was started. i love matpat's content, but i was only interested in game and film theory if it was a movie i watched, or was a game i watched a playthrough of or played myself. when food theory came around, i fell in love! im not quite sure why, but food conspiracies were more interesting then film or game ones. plus, the theory ideas were completely wack! they were questions, that, at some point, we all had. (most of them. im looking at you, koolaid thanos theory.) like the tootsie pop one, what makes a sandwich a sandwich, stuff like that!
in 2020, everyone was a little funky, so nobody could really make fun of each other. well, they could, but they looked weird too, so it was kind of hard to take them serious. this actually somebody off of tiktok's view, but it's true, so i included it.
similar to the last point, everyone was cringe. you cant deny you were a little cringey back then. whether you wore bunny hats and called yourself arson, or you wrote shitty fanfiction on wattpad (me), you were somewhat cringe.
2020 had the best drama. as referenced in my eridan post, i love drama. (as long as it doesn't involve me!) jefree star, shane dawson, dream, ect. it was all so interesting, because every day you would wake up, and see that another person got canceled, and youd always wonder what they got canceled for.
2020 music was kind of peak, ngl. people like to hate something they loved when it gets popular for one reason or another. for example, have you ever seen those comments on tally hall videos complaining about how people only know them through tiktok? yeah those. it honestly isnt bad if you find music through tiktok or not. as long as you enjoy the song and arent gatekeeping. anyways! 2020 had penelope scott, melanie martinez, ect., the music was good, the artists made good music, and it was so easy to just listen to music and let reality wash away.
now this point is like my first 2, in 2020, i got really into fanfic culture. i hadn't really read fanfiction before, so reading through it and seeing a sea of conflicting writing styles and stories that were so fast paced it felt like reading them 3x was like entering a different realm. i actually started with FnF fanfic. my main ship to read was bf x pico. and i realize now that its probably because i like lovers to enemies to friends to lovers. and since i was deep into danganronpa, i dabbled in fanfic for that. actually, my first exposure to ao3 (my go to fanfic site) was through kokichis day at the zoo and kokichis day at the waterpark. kind of a shitty way to be introduced, between just those two fics, you have beastiality, rape, and necrophilia.
2020 was the year i got my leopard geckos, kelly and angel. i got them from my aunt because she was supposed to move to hawai'i for her job, but that didnt happen. 1 is albino and the other is a regular spotted one. i dont have much more to add.
so, there are all my reasons for having stockholm syndrome towards 2020.
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