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You probably haven't heard of us.
We're girls who play video games. I have a PS3 (a Playstation 3, it's a thing you've probably heard of if you haven't been living under a rock). I play games on it, and you know what? I probably look pretty average, I guess. Like, a national average? I don't know.
I've played a first person shooter, and gotten a headshot. Just one, though, so... you know, most people get more than that, regardless of their gender. It's not my usual genre, and I hardly ever snipe, what can I say?
I've played Legend of Zelda. I didn't put makeup on to do it, because that sounded like a really freaking stupid thing to do. Who would I be trying to impress by wearing makeup while playing an old video game at home? I'd just be clogging my pores for no reason...
I've held over three different kinds of controllers correctly. Most of them are pretty intuitive-- actually, most of them are pretty much the same. So... you know, thankfully I didn't have brain damage or anything. Holding the controllers correctly was the easy part, I guess you could say. Okay, that's not an accomplishment.
I guess, when I say I'm a gamer girl, I mean, I'm female and enjoy video games, and there is absolutely nothing strange or special about that. Lots of women play video games. Women play all different genres, at all different skill levels, with different levels of commitment. I'm sorry for wasting your time.
You probably haven’t heard of us.
We’re girls who play video games. I have a PS3 (playstation 3, it’s a gamer thing). I play games on it, and you fucking know what. I’m fucking Gorgous.
I’ve played a first person shooter, and gotten a headshot. Can you boys do that?
I’ve...
Hope your tests were good. Xavier fic please? Extra possessive?
[aaa cool my first request! :> sorry this took a bit I wuz trying to comb through the blog n get things right! Xavier is very underrated, i hope i captured his personality well] cw!Implied Kidnapping cw!Victim Blaming cw!Non-con Hugging [If I'm missing any comment it n I'll add it] Xavier belongs to @hotpinkmoon!!
Xavier stood still and silent. The sight of your precious face capturing his undivided attention.
He was alone with his thoughts, all jumbled and chaotic. He couldn't find it in himself to move away. Or allow himself to sit down.
He really shouldn't have- what the fuck was he thinking? Doing something as pathetic as this? But he just couldn't take it anymore. He really couldn't. Oh the things only you could do to him. He really didn't deserve you, did he? Flashing memories blotted his vision. Your coworkers constantly taking up the space around you. As if they deserved to be by your side. Deserved your precious attention. Something even he was self aware enough to know was too good for him. The fleeting touches. The subtle glances at you. The wary looks they gave him when he came near. All the things they must have been whispering to you about him. And how you didn't seem to notice the obvious scorn towards him, how they were trying to manipulate you. To bring the both of you apart. The rising fear that they might hurt you. It all coagulated together. Forming a sick, blistering poison in Xavier's heart. A suffocating pressure squeezing every last shred of rationality out of his husk of a body. A feeling he just couldn't push down any longer. He just couldn't let you go.
It's so selfish- He knows. The guilt burrowing into the marrow of his bones. But after everything... all of the loneliness. The isolation- Couldn't he just have this? Couldn't he have you? You so kind. Too kind for your own good, really. So precious, and patient, and oh so perfect- The first time Xavier had met you, your cheerful smile and clear eyes had captivated him instantly. But his heart was truly yours once you showed him what an open-minded and attentive person you were.
And he knew he didn't deserve you from that moment onward. Xavier looked down at your sleeping body, in his guest bed. Well... it was your bed now. He... he couldn't let you go after what he'd done. He hoped that you'd forgive him. No no no... he knew you'd forgive him. He was just protecting you after all. From the people who wanted to separate you from him, from the people who could hurt you, from this damned town full of untrustworthy snakes- Xavier would make it up to you. You'd see. He would spoil you with gifts, comfort you whenever you felt sad, provide you the warmth, care, and comfort you needed. He would give you his all. Cradling you in his arms; peppering soft, affectionate kisses on your forehead. Your heartbeats intertwined.
He just wanted you to stay here, with him, where you would be safe and happy.
Was that too much to ask for?
After getting an anonymous request (and the muse for my other stories apparently taking a prolonged vacation), I decided to throw my hat into the ring and write a post 6x10 story.
I happen to be a Chenford foreverer. I HATED the break up, but since no one consulted me, I guess I have to roll with it like everyone else.
I really hope the writers put a good amount of love and care into Tim and Lucy coming back together.
Here’s my version of events immediately following the elevator scene in 6x10.
Enjoy!
Do you ever get that feel that you want to redesign an oc, but you don't know exact to what, just that they Need something
Switched au part 14
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Can we just take a moment to appreciate how fucking adorable Alan Tudyk is all the time???
Can we just take a moment to appreciate how fucking adorable Wash is in Serenity???
Yay! I can see images again! I'm so happy, now I can laugh at all the memes!!! ❤️
Yay! Tumblr is working! I hope everything is working for everyone else!!
Here's a drawing I did a year ago because I'm so happy! <3
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Wiping tears with a hamter trend.
Fixed another of CreathingChimera's shit, also instead of Grudge i put Buttons.
Platinius.
Originally drew this on 11/Sept/2024.
This, but better.
Teenagers be like...
Another fixed stuff.
Fixart...
Moar fixed stuff...
more astro notes because being a senior is so much work and i like procrastinating 💫📑☁️📔
° people who are fixed dominants, have a fixed sign on their mc, have uranus/sun in their 1st/10th house have gestures they do all the time or phrases they say constantly because it's their "thing". they're easy to recognize in a crowd because of a quirk they have
° have you ever seen a mutable mercury/dominant's notebooks? they own so many notebooks and all of them are decorated in a way that expresses their personality. they're full of different things and rarely have a consistent theme. they will write a poem on one page, take math notes on another, skip a bunch of pages and draw a dog on a random corner... they have a peculiar handwriting that's artistic in a way and it slightly changes every few pages
° plus, many mutable mercuries i know are either ambidextrous or they tried to write with their other hand at one point
° taurus moon/sun/mars/mercury/ic people generally have things they dislike for no apparent reason
° leo suns/moons/venuses hate it when people around them don't say bless you/thank you/you're welcome/sorry etc. to each other. they value acts of kindness, compassion and peace in their community
° i've seen many people with hard aspects between their moon and mc (especially the opposition) and they were all very different from the rest of their family
° cardinal dominants with leo placements are really charming and they have a strong presence
° mercury in the 6th house/mutable moon people like multi-tasking
° scorpio suns might get married/start dating at early ages
° aries risings frequently get in trouble at school because of their hair, accessories or clothing. this is because their appearance is bold and eye-catching and they're not afraid of breaking rules
° libras have the potential to do really well at school but many of them choose to drop out and they actually make good money once they figure out some stuff about themselves
° pisces mars people rarely take revenge but when they do, they do it in such a way that you find yourself in immense pain and regret but at the same time you're very impressed by it, somehow
welp, this was it for this post. please don't take these too seriously because im obviously not a professional and these are just my observations. as always, im open to any constructive criticism as i know that i have so much more to learn about astrology! see you next time!
me just realizing that this entire smau is about to be a slow burn by writing this chapter alone.
「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」
three. the four propeller knots // 2K WORDS
there's a lot of things you're not quite sure you know of: the reason why you and choi beomgyu parted ways, the person who hacked into your guys' godforsaken shared twitter account from middle school, and the account's password. now it’s up to you and beomgyu to work together and solve the mystery. great... just great.
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WARNING! Beomgyu is mean 🙁, idioms(?) of death & violence, reader gets a little anxious, reader gets injured
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BEOMGYU DID NOT NEED YOUR HELP.
Well, he did not.
Not until he got his list of four suspects from you. (He’s gonna pretend that he got it himself.)
And funny enough (for karma to laugh at), Beomgyu’s four leading defendants are his old childhood friends.
Slamming the car door shut with one hand behind his trail, Beomgyu stared up at the two-story residence with no hint of a surprise.
“He still lives with his parents…” He muttered incredulously. “Typical.”
The house was just as he remembered it. Not too grand, not too simple either. A house of two floors layered by the uneven surface of three rooftops at minimum. The plants surrounding it seem to be still taken care of in the good hands of the mother, he presumes. It was like any other house you’d find in the suburban areas of Seoul: a well-shaped and modern clay roof that’s bound to keep you safe from having either too much pour or too much heat. A place of balance.
That feeling alone made Beomgyu want to throw up all over.
Kim Jungsu.
Former pianist and keyboardist of your childhood band. Arguably main vocalist. Sometimes said the most questionable things with no anticipation from anyone. Also ate his Kit Kat bars very weird. Overall, highly attentive and caring. But—
“The hell are you doing here?”
Beomgyu’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Slowly but surely, he aligns his gaze from the front of the door onto you, straining the smile on his face, narrowing his eyes. “What do you think I’m doing?”
You scoff as you shuffled your way past his frame to ring the doorbell yourself. “Figuring out the password is not your job to do, it’s mine.”
“I’m not here to figure out the password,” Beomgyu huffed, scanning around cautiously as he minimized the volume of his voice. “I’m here to figure out the suspect.”
“Suspect?” Your eyebrows raise– astonished– before breathing out a satirical laugh at his commitment for absolutely nothing. “Oh please! Tell me more, Scooby Doo!”
The man glared at you, already sick of standing in the midst of presence. He sighed, continuing anyway, “When it was obvious that we had to call the band off, Jungsu still wanted the four of us to stay together.” Beomgyu sealed the top of his lips with his tongue, thinking deeply. “He was strong. Persistent. He didn’t care whatever happened between the two of us, he just needed a band to play with in order to keep on performing. To stay professional.” He air-quotes before looking back over to you.
“Haven’t you ever considered that your old friends would stab you behind your back with the advantage of having something that’s yours?”
“No,” You mutter, “Not until I met you, I guess.”
Beomgyu groaned. Of course you wouldn’t listen. “This isn’t about me.”
“Oh! Then tell me what is it about, Beomgyu?” You sneered, your finger having a mind of its own as it effortlessly finds its way back to the doorbell once again. You just wanted to talk with Jungsu, you just wanted to get everything over with. “Because even if I don’t talk to my old friends anymore, even if I may not know them as well—” Your lungs were closing in, and your breath was only racing in desperation to get out. “They would have never left me for dead.” Your eyes were burning, and if tears were an option to water the flames down, then they would have been just perfect to take siege now. But you couldn't let them. Not in front of Beomgyu. Not like this. “Not Jungsu. Not anyone. Not ever.”
A sudden creak from the front door startled you both.
“Hey, you’re gonna break my doorbell man!”
Now awake, you peer over to see that the tip of your finger was, in fact, crushed against the button of the doorbell. You blinked, breath unsteady, as you finally pulled your shaking hand back to the surface of your chest. You glance up at Beomgyu to see him staring back at you with an expression so unfamiliar; his eyes could only stare in immobile stupor, and his mouth was slightly agape, words anticipating to break out— yet only came a beat of silence that lingered you both. Not long after the unsettling minute, you and Beomgyu look over to see none other than the house owner himself.
“No way…” And there he was. Kim Jungsu, who stood ice-still at the doorway as he gawked at the sight of you both standing next to each other after God-knows-how-long. “Choi Beomgyu and Y/N L/N… Noooo fucking way!” The man suddenly gasps in excitement, striking the edge of his door.
“Are we getting the band back together?!”
You and Beomgyu said no right away.
After Jungsu led the both of you to the comforts of his living room, he slumped back on the couch, frowning defeatedly. “I knew it was too good to be true. So then, what are you here for?” He patted down the space next to him as an offer for you both to sit as well. While you were quick to comply, Beomgyu stood perfectly still in his place, leaning against the door frame of the entrance.
“We’re just here to ask you a few questions.” He starts off, but you were quick to jump in with an annoyed huff.
“No, we’re not. Jungsu, do you happen to remember the password of Beomgyu and I’s old twitter account?”
The man in question scrunched his nose at your inquiry. “Twitter account? What twitter account?”
You blink, stunned. “The… one that Beomgyu and I made back in middle school. We would always post there together. I gave… I gave you the password. Did I?”
It was then that Jungsu’s eyes would widen in familiarity, laughing right away. “Oh, that one! I remember! Beomgyu would always tweet cryptic Paramore lyrics.” He fondly chuckles at the small memory, having Beomgyu turn around to roll his eyes.
You tried your best to suppress a grin, knowing just exactly what your friend was talking about. How could you forget about Paramore? It was the first band Beomgyu's ever introduced you to as kids. After greeting his parents when you came over to hang out one day, you heard him blasting “The Only Exception” from the echoes of his corridors. And the moment you enter his room, he annoyed you until you took a photo of the song playing on his laptop so that you could give it a listen yourself. You think that was the best mistake you've ever done. “Yeah, we were just wondering if–”
“If you were the one who posted that photo the other day.” Beomgyu steps in, now standing at the other side of the man. His head craned down indignantly, and his eyes were keen sharp.
You frown at the sight, protectively leaning over Jungsu’s side to glare back at the latter. “Beomgyu.” You warn.
Jungsu could only glance between the two of you before raising an eyebrow cluelessly. “Photo? What photo?”
You both avert your gazes to the poor man stuck in the middle. Beomgyu blinked, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You really… don’t know anything?” “Jesus no, I don’t even know the password.” Jungsu chuckles to himself. “How am I supposed to remember the password if I can’t even remember the name of the account itself? You guys used a shit ton of letters.”
Beomgyu fell dead-silent, and you think that humbled him quickly. You fought the urge to laugh, then diverting your attention back to your friend. “Thank you, Jungsu.” That was all the talk you needed. Getting ready to leave, you reach for your bag and keys as you stand up, offering Jungsu a hug.
The male frowned, refusing to move from his seat. “Leaving already? Did you guys eat?”
“I already did– don’t know about him, though.” You glare at Beomgyu, who’s already made way towards the front door. You look back at Jungsu with a smile as grateful as it can be. “Oh Jungsu, you haven’t changed a bit.”
“Neither have you.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you into a hug you never thought you’d miss so much. He then sighs defeatedly as he guides you out to the front porch. “Well…” Jungsu turns back with an endearing pat on your head. “If you ever need to eat, let me know!”
You chuckled at the parental instincts that Jungsu doesn’t seem to take notice of himself. Backing away, however, you fail to notice that you’ve stepped on your loose shoelace, now tripping over the first flight of stairs. Yelping at the rapid slip-up, you squeeze your eyes shut as you prepare for the awaited collision.
But it never came.
“Hey– watch it!” Beomgyu was holding your waist.
His eyes swiftly darted from your face to your shoes as he shifted you back to the top of the stairs.
“Your shoes are untied, can’t you think of something right to do for once?” He scoffs before trudging to the front of his car.
Jungsu was quick to grab your hand in comfort, smiling softly at you before going down on one knee to reach for your shoelaces.
Taken aback, you shake your hands in worry. “Oh, Jungsu you don’t have to—“
“Done!” But the latter grins up at you, standing tall once again— and with a little more pride this time.
You glance down to see the way your left shoe was fixed up. “Oh, Jungsu…”
Four propeller knots.
APRIL 27TH, 2012.
“Jungsu, hurry it up already!” You whined, watching as five other classmates jog past you and the 11-year-old boy who was tying his shoes. “We’re only on our first lap of the mile, how did your shoes even get untied!”
“Because you tied them wrong.” Jungsu rolled his eyes irritably. “You only looped them around twice.”
“I always double tie my shoes.” You raise an eyebrow. “What other right way is there to do it?” It was then that Jungsu would grab his two laces as he glanced up at you, grinning knowingly. “Like this.”
The boy ties his first knot, left end over the right, before looping the two loose ends with one another. He then takes his right end and forms it into another loop, pulling it through the left one to make another complete knot. He mirrors the same action but with the right loop and left end this time, to then create a third knot. And finally, Jungsu swaps the bottom right loop with the top left corner, finishing it off with four propeller knots.
You blinked. And stared. Then laughed.
“Oh my god—“ You wheeze out, clutching the pit of your aching stomach. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever seen!”
Jungsu could only look at you incredulously before taking in a sweet breath of fresh air as he got back on his feet again. As you continue your little fit of giggles, he took this as an opportunity to sprint a few feet ahead of you, making you look… quite stupid, this time.
“The way you took— almost nine minutes—“ You wipe a tear as your palm hit the front of your hard knee. “Just to make some helicopter looking a— Wait. Jungsu? Jungsu! Wait up!” Unbeknownst to you, your shoes were now untied.
After jogging a couple steps forward, you still fail to reach your friend as you take a clumsy step on one of the loose ends of your shoe. You yelp, tripping over yourself before stumbling down onto the pavement of the track. Your skin was on fire, and it was pretty much inevitable that the hit would trigger a nerve that'll make you want to cry (although you had no emotional reason to, odd enough). As you hiss and grab onto the knee that’s now painfully scraped with blood, you hear the light footsteps from what you could assume was your classmate.
To your disappointment, you open your eyes to see those stupid propeller knots once again.
“And that’s why you tie them the right way.”
“You still tie them this way.” You smile wistfully, looking back at your friend.
Jungsu beamed as he nudged your other shoe— that was tied just the same.
“The right way, of course.”
cardinal signs: lightning rods, authentic, pioneers, original, catalysts of change, fiery, survivors, obscure, ambitious, respected, attractive, tough, heroic, influential, magic, cold, vicious
fixed signs: superhuman, forceful, proud, honest, compelling, egotistical, headstrong, direct, grand, mysterious, powerful, sexy, iconic, masterful, extra, abusive, tyrannical
mutable signs: relatable, connects to people like no one else, communicators, popular, well-liked, penetrating, revered, perfectionists, magnetic, ignes fatui, insecure, scathing
The AC itself is fixed!!
... but our thermostat is also shot and needs replacing. Thankfully that's relatively easy compared to the motor.
Finally my arctic habitat is returning to normal.
