An: Thank you so much for the request!! I had a ball writing this and I’m sure you’ll enjoy t as well :) This was the first fic I wrote after finishing finals, so I hope this is up to par with my usual work! I really wanted to explore how Bam was affected by what was going on with Ville and how Ville feels almost protective of Y/N. As a note, there’s a painting referenced in this fic that was based off of a real piece in the Philadelphia Museaum of art! Anyways, thank you so much for the request and please keep sending them in!
“You’re not actually gonna stay with him, are you?” Bam raised an eyebrow at you from where he was laying against the hotel room mattress. Continuing to fill him in on what happened that night, you cracked open your own tiny mini bar liquor with a sigh, “No, I mean- I can’t.” Bending down to pick up the steadily growing pile of bottles at his bedside, you rolled your eyes, “I mean- it’s not like I could just pack up all my shit and move to Finland!” Trying to ignore your heartbeat thrumming in your ears, you went over the same thing you had been rolling around in your mind since you left Ville’s flat no more than an hour ago.
Tomorrow, you would be flying back home to Philly, away from Finland and away from him, and as well as you knew you couldn’t stay, you didn’t want to go. But as unobservant as he usually was, Bam’s liquor-addled mind made a connection there. He respected Ville. Ville was in love with you. You were friends with Bam. It would be so easy to earn himself a little easy cred with him if he set the two of you up- you know, play Cupid. “So, you got his number?”
Too distracted with stress packing, you didn’t give Bam’s question a second thought, “Of course I did. Why do you care?” Good. He gave you some BS about how Ville is his friend, and if you hadn't gotten his number, he would say you’re stupid, “I know he’s really hot, but I get it- he’s moving a little fast. I mean, you guys just met!” The lip service continued and you were lucky you couldn’t see that smirk of his he was so not hiding. But Bam’s words hit a little closer to home than you expected and made you pause a bit. “Yeah, yeah- I hear ya…”
Bam was getting a thrill out of playing double agent- maybe more than he should. That night, far after he was sure you were out cold, guess who he was calling up? “Ville, man- I got just the idea for you to win over Y/N!” His giddiness was a contrast to Ville’s half-drunk stupor he dove into after you left, still somehow as smooth as ever, “Hmm?” Cupping his hand around the receiver in the dark, Bam went on a rambling, half coherent rant about this master plan of his, which Ville periodically hummed in agreement to. In both of their minds, it sounded pretty foolproof. And there you were, fast asleep about five feet away from where this whole trap intended for you was unfolding.
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Months later, once the initial flames of desire died down, you kept in touch with Ville in the form of constant phone calls that seemed to stretch on for eternities. Even if he didnt go on and on about this romanticized, poetic vision he had of the two of you together in the future, you couldn’t help but find his voice so pleasant to listen to. It was hypnotic, the way he detailed something as mundane as how stunning the countryside in Finland was in the springtime, how plentiful and beautiful the wildflowers are there. “Of course, they couldn’t compare to your beauty, my dear.” Ville purred his words in a way that almost made you blush and giggle.
Based on the low chuckle he let out at your reaction, you were sure he picked up on it. “There is, however, something I’d like to discuss with you, Y/N.” His voice took on a conspiratorial tone that made you listen a bit closer. “I’ll be going on tour in a few weeks- and seeing as I’ll have a day off in Philadelphia, I was wondering if you would be interested in going out together?” Holy shit. You would be seeing him face to face- like, actually in person. “Oh- of course I’d be interested! That would be amazing!” A disbelieving grin spread across your face, your heart fluttering a little at the prospect, “I can’t wait.” Ville seemed content with your enthusiasm and the way this was trending, letting out a hum of satisfaction, “Neither can I, darling.”
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Bam seemed pretty eager to get your ass out of the house the night before Ville was set to arrive in town. While you were perfectly content with spending the evening fucking around with him and the rest of the guys (because that’s you usually did on a Friday night), for some reason he couldn’t let that happen. “Y’know what? I’m really not feelin’ like going out tonight.” Excuses like this were uncharacteristic of Bam, but you suspended your dislebeleif as he got up from where the two of you were watching tv on the couch, grabbing something off the kitchen table, “It’s lady’s night at 15 North! I think you should go hang out with your girlfriends, have a few drinks, here-”
Turning around to where you had been following behind him, Bam shoved a handful of twenties into your hand and grinned, trying to sound nonchalant, “It's on me!” Part of you wanted to question why the hell he did this big three sixty from how cold he was acting towards you in Finland. But another part of you, a part with a little less shame, knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when said horse was buying you and your friends drinks. Considering your options for a moment, you nodded, “You know what? I will go out!”
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That whole thing with Ville just happening to have that time off in Philly wasn't nearly as coincidental as he made it out to be, but that wasn’t the only dishonesty here. Even though they were more than capable of discussing it over the phone, Bam urged him to stop by the castle so they would have the opportunity to ‘talk about it more’. Really, the whole thing was a ploy to keep Ville in one place with him and to show off the castle in one big effort to impress him. Though he was unaffected by his childish attempts to win his favor, Ville decided not to say anything on his thinly veiled intentions or tacky choices in interior design. Bam was giving him some pretty useful information, so it wouldn’t be wise to write him off just yet.
Bam had told Ryan and the other guys the same excuse he told you, which they questioned even less. Adding to this web of lies was the fact Ville got in town a day earlier than he told you he would. You decided to stop by Bam’s to pick something up that you left there the previous night before retiring to your place, so you would only discover this fact when you stumbled through the door around the early AM’s to a figure in the darkness of the living room, lounging on the couch with a glass of something dark that he sat down on a table as you walked in. It was silent as you peered around a corner, still pretty tipsy. The light from the entryway illuminated this person’s silhouette enough for you to see a sliver of a swirling tattoo peek out from under a sleeve- one you instantly recognized. “Ville…?”
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You should’ve known; who else would look that good in the dark? Of course, you had a lot of questions for Ville, but he gave you the rundown after you nearly pounced on him, “We arrived at a hotel around an hour ago, and while Midge and Linde- and the rest of the fellows were getting settled,” Ville ran his fingers through your hair idly while you pretty much sat on his lap, ”Bam rang me to ask if I would mind staying at his place for a night or two. Who am I to say no to that?” Gently taking your chin to tilt your head up, he pressed a kiss to your cheekbone, “All the more time I get to spend with you, my love.” A hummingbird couldn’t have caught Ville at work, the way he was playing you, and judging by the way you were blushing and melting onto his lap like warm butter, his charms were working their magic on you.
“Anyways,” Glancing down at you, he quickly brushed it off as if he wasn’t just thrilled by how flustered he could make you with such a simple gesture, “I was wondering if you’d care to go out for drinks sometime?” Well, Bam had asked him if he wanted to continue their conversation tomorrow night over a few beers at Rex’s, which gave him the idea to ask you. Close enough. “Oh, I’d love to!” You giggled, laying back against his chest.
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There was pretty obvious confusion in Bam’s half awake gaze the next morning when he saw first you in the kitchen making yourself some toast, then Ville at the coffee maker. Why the hell were you here? Wait, did the two of you…? “Y/N?” He thought he was having some kind of weird dream- some nightmare, but nope, this was reality. “Oh, hey Bam!” Turning around, you took a bite from your toast, “What’s up?” If the smirk on your face wasn’t telling enough, the fact that the two of you were half dressed certainly was. “You stayed here last night?” You could practically see Bam’s train of thought on his face as he looked between you and him, “Ohhhh…” Ville quietly chuckled at his reaction, not seeming to notice the traces of jealousy in his gaze.
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You were completely oblivious to the fact that there were serious art museums in Pennsylvania until Ville took you to one. Well, you knew there probably were some out there, but the thought never really crossed your mind that people actually go to these places. But there the two of you were, strolling through the Philadelphia Museum of Art. The only sounds that echoed off the tall ceilings of the exhibit hall were the clacking of rubber soles on marble and the hushed whispers among people who actually had opinions on this kind of art.
Sure, you appreciated the stuff, but Ville understood the meaning in seemingly any kind of art that you couldn’t even begin to grasp. Stopping in his tracks, he turned to gaze at a painting that caught his eye: this Christophe Guérin piece titled L'Amour Désarmé. You looked at it as well, trying to gather any meaning from what appeared to be a pretty straightforward subject: a woman holding a bow and arrow away from Cupid, who was reaching to grab it. Standing there a moment next to you, Ville spoke up in a low murmur, “Even though I feel the Metamorphoses is a bit overdone, I’ve always found paintings depicting them impactful...” He didn’t even need to see you to visualize the confused look in your face from his words, so he explained. “See, the woman, Venus, is disarming her son, Cupid- but what she doesn’t know is that she’s already been pierced by his arrow.”
Well, you gathered some of that on your own. “So, now she’s going to fall in love with someone?” Eyes no longer fixed on the painting, he turned to you as you still admired the art, completely oblivious, “Yes. In the myth, it’s a mortal: Adonis. It’s symbolic of love as an uncontrollable force-“ In awe of the way he could just think so deeply about things, the double meaning of his words went completely over your head. “One that binds people together beyond what can be grappled with or comprehended by you or I…”
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You didn’t really mind that Bam tagged along with the two of you to the bar after Ville finished the show that night, but you were starting to get an inkling that he did. Honestly, at this point, you didn’t really care. Sure, you had known him for way longer than you knew Ville, but not in a million years could he hope to compare to him in your eyes- not now. It was like Bam was some child, constantly vying for attention, and it was starting to get on your nerves. Almost as much as that guy who had been flirting with you since Ville left to use the men's.
“Y’know, I saw you from across the bar over there …Can I buy you a drink?” Looking over to Bam for any hope of getting out of this situation, the only response you got from him was the cold shoulder as he glanced away, pretending not to know you. Asshole. Glancing away, now both angry at him and the guy, you replied flatly, “I’m with someone.” Still, he kept pressing, not getting the hint in the slightest, “I didn’t ask who you were with- I wanted to buy you a drink.”
The aggression in his voice would’ve put you on edge a little if it weren’t for Ville’s return with incredible timing, sliding between you and the creep. “Hope you weren't too lonely without me, love.” Having seen everything, he still paid the guy no mind, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. Too preoccupied with your little victory, you didn’t notice that, barely out of your line of sight, this bitter look crossed Bam’s face as he took another swig of his drink.
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Ville had to leave the next morning. You knew that when he showed up, he would have to leave- you would be an idiot for thinking this could end in any other way, but you didn’t want him to. There was no logic to how you felt, but yet again when did logic have anything to do with love? Bam wasn't awake, but even if he was he’d probably still be sulking in his room. He probably hated you now. But there you and Ville stood, in the living room at Castle Bam among all the dark velvet, the dim light of early day flooding in through the back window. “My heart aches for you, Y/N.” Delicate features bathed in cool blue, he took your hand in his and his words came to you, deliberate and earnest. “But you have a life to live. I have a tour to finish.” Your heart wept at his words. This whole situation with Ville- it was killing you. In three months, your life was turned upside down by a complete stranger, and you were helpless to do anything about it.
“No more of what’s keeping you here, and no more of what’s pulling me away from you. If not today then some day, my dear…You will be mine.” Lifting your hand to his lips, he pressed a kiss to your knuckle. “Only mine.”
and it has its right paw up! the correct paw for this.
and from the markings on its ears, it looks like it might be a calico cat. which is the luckiest kind!
Y’know I reblogged this a bit ago and was saved from financial probation and getting kicked out of school because of it, just mere months from graduation. Got a call from the financial aid advisor telling me that they made a mistake with filing my account (or some other sort of clerical error) and said that, basically, they owe me money. Welp.
buying ppl things is SUCH a rush.. even if it’s just like.. a bag of their favorite chips or whatever.. the thought of someone experincing even a split-second burst of happiness bc they didn’t expect to get some of their favorite chips that day? what a thrill! love it
genre - angst, fluff ; skater!au, friends with benefits!au
warning - mentions of underage drinking, non-explicit alcohol and drug abuse, non-explicit sexual content
words - 1.277
summary - At twenty-one, Seo Youngho looks like all the boys you’ve always wanted and could never have.
Or; in which Johnny skates and you remember.
note - this is absolute nonsense that nobody asked for (well, I guess @suhmday somehow asked for it… well you probbaly asked for something better than this? I’m sorry) and I wrote anyway. I’m sort of desperate to turn this into a longer fic but I don’t have TIME…. but like…. if you think I should expand this hit me up lol.
Titel from Frank Ocean’s song Forrest Gump, and inspired by this gifset.
summary - chan thought he knew what it feels like to be in love. but now he watches you crouched down in the middle of a house party, surrounded by booze and screaming college students, bent over a game of Monopoly and looking like you’re about to make the most important decision of your life, and just like that he realizes he had no idea. his heart lurches, his palms are sweaty, and oh. okay. so that’s what it feels like.
Or; in which Bang Chan is a soundcloud rapper and you may or may not be his soulmate.
note - i’d just like to say that some of the stray kids members do get drunk in this, but only the ones that are already eighteen, which is the legal drinking age in my country! however, as I know that there are some people who might potentially feel uncomfortable with that, i thought i’d just make you all aware!
I’ve been going to a therapist for about two months now, and she’s taught me something about being a writer (or an artist in general) that I’ll never forget.
After I told her all about my abandoned projects and often losing interest in the middle of writing, she told me that there are two types of creative people: those motivated by the outcome and those motivated by the process.
Those motivated by the outcome will more often than not finish their work because the idea of having a finished manuscript/drawing/artwork is what drives them in the first place. Seeing their work completed excites them more than the process of creating it.
Now if you’re like me, you’re one of those people motivated by the process. It’s the process of writing that creates fulfilment, and it’s very often the case that the mind simply feels fulfilled after you write a couple of chapters. Or, you may choose to write your favourite scenes first, and leave the transition bits and the less interesting chapters for later — only you never actually write those because your brain has already gotten what it wanted, and you entirely lose your interest in the project.
Being the second type of writer, life often sucks. But there is always a way to improve things and my therapist said that to keep yourself on track you basically have to do two things:
1. Try to focus your mind on the goal, which is the finished manuscript/artwork. And don’t be afraid to be bold. Imagine yourself getting the first copies of your printed book in mail. Imagine seeing the cover for the first time. Hell, imagine winning an award, getting thousands of tweets and messages from your fans, imagine seeing your name appear in the end credits of the movie adaptation. Anything to focus on the goal, and anything to get excited about it.
2. Do your best to get excited about the less interesting parts of getting the work done. Create moodboards, doodles, playlists, talk to fellow writers. The excitement that comes out of these activities and interactions will sustain you throughout writing the less “exciting” scenes. And always keep in mind that some of these bits that you find boring might be exactly what resonates with your reader. One of my favourite scenes that I’ve read in a book has a gang member standing by a window, looking out to the city and thinking. Nothing more than that, and yet it was one of my favourite moments in the novel.
So that’s my little advice today that I thought I would share with you. It might not work with everyone, but it works with me so I wanted to pass it on. Have a great Monday, friends!
request: fluffy chan fic? like the classic “i sit here everyday and now suddenly youre in my seat everyday and i want to hate you but youre so cute and- oh no i just spilled coffee on your text book” :3
note: thanks for requesting! guys my inbox is open but its SAD BC NO ONES REQUESTING :((( pLease ReQUeSt
Pairing: Stray Kids Chan x Reader
Summary: Chan is a new student at your school, but after a mishap on the first day and your bad rep at school, how will he feel about you?
genre: fluff, angst except i cant write angst so its mostly fluff
pairing: minho x gender nuetral reader
a/n: all i have to say is thank you carrie underwood and baja blast for fueling this. let me know what you guys think !
Sinking into the pile of throw pillows on your couch, your legs propped on the coffee table, you finally checked your phone after spending most of the morning cleaning the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Minho. As you scrolled through the missed texts from a group chat with your friends you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. One of your closest friends was telling everyone about a date with her girlfriend the day before.
You didn’t want to feel jealous of your friend. You had no reason to, you told yourself. But in the back of your mind you knew you had to stop lying to yourself, your relationship with Minho had been lacking lately. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had gone on an actual date together.
A/N: this is my first fic im posting ever so if it doesnt suck i might write more
The steady sound of your suitcase rolling over the tile floors of the airport was one of the only constants in your life at the moment. Since landing a job as a translator for a major news site you hadn’t spent more than a week home at a time. Not that you had any complaints, you loved traveling and thrived under the pressure of inconsistency. You could feel the wheels hitting the grout as you walked towards your gate, coffee and passport in hand.
You noticed a text from your best friend, Chan. “Have a safe flight, ill be here waiting when you land. Try to get some sleep but if you can’t don’t forget to finish the translations of those interviews.” You couldn’t help but giggle aloud to yourself as you typed a quick thank you. Oh, the irony of Chan saying you should get some sleep. He would go days without sleeping, with his own schedule being as crazy as it is, and still somehow made time to worry about you.
You and Chan met during a layover in California a few years back. There were hardly any seats left in the terminal and he had asked you if it was alright that he sat next to you. You would have said yes either way, but when you looked up and saw his adorable smile you had absolutely no hesitations in letting him sit next to you. He struck up a conversation with you about the vlog you had been watching, he noticed it was filmed in Australia and in a desperate attempt to find a reason to talk to you he asked if you had ever been. You hadn’t, but that just meant you had million questions to ask him about his home country.
That day you had become basically inseparable. Even with the two conflicting schedules of a world traveling reporter and an idol trainee you still made time to skype every week and text almost every day. Your small crush on him had steadily grown throughout the years until you realized recently you were fully in love with the boy. He still had no clue you were even attracted to him and you intended to keep it this way for as long as possible. He had enough on his plate and he didn’t need to worry about trying to keep up a whole relationship.
A woman looking a little too perky for the time of morning called for your group to board so with heavy eyelids you took a sip of your coffee before gathering your things and scanning your ticket hoping the sixteen hour flight would go by quickly.
Before you knew it you were being gently shaken awake by a flight attendant. You rubbed your tired eyes and realized you had slept through the entire flight. Once off the plane, you turned your phone back on to let Chan know you had landed. You hadn’t seen him since his debut and you couldn’t wait to finally congratulate him in person.
It seemed to take longer than usual to reach arrivals and you weren’t sure whether it was because of your nerves over seeing Chan for the first time since you realized your feelings for him or simply the result of having just woken up from a sixteen hour nap. Rubbing your eyes wasn’t helping at all and you sighed as you decided it was more likely to be the former option.
While you stood waiting for your bag you felt a pair of hands reach around you from behind. You immediately reacted by throwing your elbows into the strangers ribs, grabbing their arms and pushing them to the ground before letting go just as quickly as you saw a familiar fluffy head of hair.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t realize it was you,” you rambled as your helped the boy up off the floor. The heat you felt rising in your cheeks told you your face must’ve been as red as Chans was at that moment, the both of you feeling slightly embarrassed.
He attempted to hug you again, this time from the front, bringing you in to rest your head on his shoulder and squeezing you tightly in his arms. “It’s alright,” he giggled, “I’ve missed you too much to be upset that you just took me out in the middle of baggage claim.”
You savored the feeling of him, slowly breathing in his scent as an involuntary smile spread across your face. As anxious as you were to hear about every second leading up to and since his debut with stray kids, you had never been a very talkative person and appreciated how comfortable the silence was during the walk to the car, Chans arm still draped around your neck.
You were going to be staying in the stray kids dorms this trip since the lease was up on your old studio apartment and you hadn’t been back to Korea long enough to find a new place. It had been cleared with JYP, since you had used your job to get good coverage in other countries for Stray Kids leading up to their debut.
Having yet to meet the other members, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about living with them for a short while. “So, you haven’t met any of the other members yet, just a warning that they’re a little wild,” Chan basically read your mind. “They’ll love you though, don’t worry.” His accent that slipped through when the two of you spoke in English was enough on its own to help ease your mind.
“You know, I actually watched the show, so at least I have an idea of what to expect.” Chan smiled as you mentioned watching the elimination show. You told Chan you had watched it to learn about the group before meeting them, keeping the real reason a little secret for yourself.
Arriving at the dorms was a lot less nerve-wracking than anticipated seeing as only one other member was home and it was Seungmin, who you had already become kind of close with. Once Seungmin learned you spoke Korean he demanded Chan give him your number and he had become something of a little brother to you.
After a few hours you had settled into your room so you wandered into Chans room to find him, headphones on, zoned into whatever music project he was working on at that time. He glanced up and sent a smile in your direction before going back to what he had been doing before. You sat on his bed and watched him while he worked. His work ethic was a thing to be envied, even if you wished he would get a little more rest.
You tried to fall asleep but once you decided that was going to be impossible you sat up and moved to sit in the vacant chair next to your friend. After staring at him for a few minutes he gave up trying to ignore you. “What’s up? I thought you had fallen asleep,” he said.
“Nope, can I listen to what you’ve got so far?” you hesitated in asking. He nodded and handed you his headphones before pressing play. He watched you while you listened, paying close attention to your reactions to certain points in the song. As the final notes faded out you let out a deep breath before handing him back the headphones.
“So…” his voice faded out while he waited for your thoughts. “Chan, I cannot believe you!” you said sternly, slapping him on the arm.
He put his hands up in defense and sent you a confused look. “What are you talking about? Was the song that bad?” You couldn’t help but laugh at him.
“You’re ridiculous, the song is incredible. Some of the lyrics are a bit… questionable but overall it’s some of your best work. I don’t know why you ever doubt yourself.” You got a bit serious at the end. You turned in your chair to fully face him, resting your hand on his leg. You weren’t sure he understood just how talented he was but you were going to remind him every day until it stuck.
He looked up from his computer and when his eyes met yours the dark circles told you he had been prioritizing his music over his health. “Chan, when’s the last time you slept?” You wondered aloud.
He brought his hand down to sit on top of where yours was already sitting on his thigh, “I think I napped for like an hour before picking you up earlier.” He joked. Although he was kidding, hearing that was the last straw for you and you decided he was going to get rest whether he wanted to or not.
“Absolutely not, you’re going to sleep right now, no questions asked.” You grabbed his arm and yanked him up, clumsily pushing him to fall on his bed. He rolled over onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows. He opened his mouth and quickly shut it, his usually soft features hardened as he looked to be contemplating his words before speaking.
“Alright, the reason I haven’t been sleeping is because I’ve felt so much pressure since debuting to outdo all of my previous work. I don’t want to let down my fans, I feel like I need to work harder for them.” He paused and then added “It’s just all a lot more stressful than I had expected.” And with that he flopped back over onto his stomach, hiding his face in a pillow.
Chan wasn’t usually this open with the more negative side of his emotions. You knew he felt responsible to keep up moral and keep everyone happy, so it was special for him to share these thoughts with you. “What can I do to help?” You weren’t sure if you even could help, you just wanted to be there for him.
He didn’t answer you, instead reaching his arms out for you, making grabby motions with his hands. You giggled and complied with his silent request, laying back on his giant pile of pillows so he could rest his head on your chest while you ran your fingers through his dark hair. As you could feel his breathing slow, you couldn’t help but think about your relationship with Chan. Seeing him asleep by your side made you realize what was important to you, being by his side no matter what, in whatever way that meant.
• It is New York City in 1899. It is New York City in 1999. It is New York City in 2016. It is New York City. It is New York City. It is New York Ci—
• You are on Delancey street. You take a single right and you are on Houston. You turn around and there is north Central Park. You turn back around and stand in the Battery. The Empire State Building stares you into submission. It has not been built yet. It has always existed.
• Everyone is an immigrant and everyone comes from a different place. They all understand one another perfectly. Everyone speaks thirteen and a half languages. Why? Everyone is an immigrant.
• The fandom is full of fifteen year olds. A year passes, then another, then another. You are older now, and tired. The fifteen year olds have not aged.
• Only the He pronoun exists. He holds His hand until He tells Him He loves Him. There are no other pronouns. He loves Him. He loves Him. He loves Him. You do not know any longer who is who.
• There is no homophobia. There is no misogyny. There is no racism. Suddenly, all of your favorite characters are dead due to hate crimes. There is no homophobia. There is no misogyny. There is no racism.
• There is a new newsie on your dashboard. He has a name and backstory and three separate ships. You have never heard of him. You don’t remember him existing. You scroll downward, exhausted. He appears in three successive gifsets. There is new newsie on your dashboard.
• “Santa Fe” you mumble. “Santa Fe.” Your mouth bleeds, lips cracked dry from the desert and you lick at the desperate salt. “Trees in Santa Fe,” you murmur. “Moon in Santa Fe. Free in Santa Fe.” SantaFe. SantaFe. SantaFe.
• Someone has broken into Ben Tyler Cook’s home and killed his dog for being loved. The fandom is outraged. The fandom forgets. Ben buries his dog and weeps. Ben does not forget.
• The electricity flickers overhead. The gas lamps flicker overhead. The moon flickers overhead. The knife in your hand is made of lasers, of metal, of stone. Horses turn into cars turn into spaceships. You do not know what year it is. The tears on your skin do not care.
• Every time you look at your friend Jack, he is different. You do not recognize his face, but there is a paintbrush in his hand. It is the middle of the workday. You do not recognize his personality. There is a paintbrush in his hands.
• Sputchy, your dashboard tells you. Spinch. Dalbert. Cralls. Morrink. Henvid. Recs. Jommy. You want to cry. You speak thirteen and a half languages, but do not understand this.
• There are two stories at war in your head. In one, Jack has another name. In one, Crutchie writes a letter. You remember a rally. You remember a horse theft. You remember a girl named Sarah. You remember nothing at all.
╰ you’re a gamer on youtube known for your meme-y behavior and general wit while playing all sorts of games. your once “chill” youtube lifestyle changes when a fellow youtube gamer bursts into your life by the url of @/gamerjeon.
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