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July Channeled Message From Higher Self & Spirit Guides | pick-a-card 🌿🦋

Hello loves, welcome to your channeled message from your Higher Self and Spirit Guides—a gentle pick-a-card reading for the month of July

I’m wishing each of you a wonderful month ahead.

May these messages bring clarity, comfort, and connection exactly when you need it. 🤍

With care,

—cherwi

**Note: close your eyes, take a deep breath, & focus on the pile or two that you feel most drawn to. remember don’t over think & just use your intuition.

Pile I. > Pile II. > Pile III.

Pile I.

// pontia protodice & clear quartz //

Song(s): Say Yes To Heaven — Lana del Rey & Rather Be — Clean Bandit (ft. Jess Glynne)

⟡ Cards Pulled: Page of Pentacles, Six of Cups, Ten of Swords, Wheel of Fortune (rx), Nine of Wands (rx), Nine of Pentacles

��� Themes this Month: cleansing, emotional healing & releasing, inner work, soft discipline, unfinished cycles, glow up

With clear quartz as your crystal messenger this month, you’re being guided to clear the noise and clear any clutter mentally or physically. This stone is about clarity and purification; it helps amplify truth and your own healing energy, and this July it's helping you see the past clearly for what is not what it felt like. It brings light into shadows and allows you to gain wisdom from clarity.  Hold onto clear quartz this month when you are ready to let go of something emotionally heavy, use it to journal your thoughts and emotions throughout the month, or use it to cleanse your space.

There is a glow up happening for my pile I’s. This is the month where you show up for yourself intentionally. Whether it’s waking up earlier, eating more balanced, working out more consistently or even clearing your space, you’re making room for the new. 

Whatever you are working towards, you are becoming more magnetic and confident. You might not feel like you are doing much, but your guides are saying this is transformation. Networking events, hangouts, job interviews, and other opportunities will flow to you easily. This is month where you are meant to be out and about.

You might feel there’s a return to the past— people, memories, or pieces of your inner child asking for your attention. Some of these moments will be pleasant, some will not. The Ten of Swords & Wheel of Fortune (rx) tells me this month you will recognize a cycle that you will have to choose to release, even if it means not getting the closure you thought you needed.

The lessons this month are to rebuild your self worth, nurture your inner child, and release any lingering past baggage without needing every answer. Closure might not have been straightforward, but the cycle has ended to start a new chapter.

ᯓ✦  Channeled Quotes/Messages(s):

you’re not going backward stop trying to rewrite the past  consistently is louder than doubt you don't have to carry the weight that isn’t yours  feel your feelings & release them  trust divine timing is your best ally you are never alone in your journey  don't underestimate small shifts; they add up keep going, don't look back

⋆˚ʚɞ Messages & Signs: 111, 11:22, birds flying in pairs, “go with the flow”, clocks glitching, sudden mood swings out of nowhere, electronic glitches, 12:21, divine timing delays that are blessings, squirrels, 10:10, 999, 12:34, seeing butterflies with white or pale wings, baby photos, rewatching old shows, mirrors, broken glass or glass reflections, people from your past reaching out

“I grow even in stillness. I heal without needing the final word.”

Pile II.

// morpho & amethyst //

Song(s): Paradise — Coldplay & Titanium — David Guetta (ft. Sia)

⟡ Cards Pulled: The Moon, The Lovers, Knight of Wands (rx), King of Swords (rx), Ten of Cups

✦ Themes this Month: fog before clarity, surrender, divine alignment, shadow work, lack of movement

This month Amethyst is your crystal messenger, it carries the energy to help with intuition, emotional protection, and connect you to spirit—it whispers to your higher self through gut feelings, dreams, and signs when you least expect them. This stone helps walk you through the veil of fog and uncertainty. Sleep with amethyst near your bed or meditate with it when you're unsure. This will help you tune in instead of overthinking or spiraling. July is asking you to move intentionally and listen.

Uncertainty, delayed action, choices, and fog are in the soup for my pile II’s. Don’t be surprised if you feel sleepy, dreamy, indecisive, or closed off this month. A lack of motivation and inspiration could be holding you energetically hostage.

However, your spirit guides and higher self are guiding you to dig inward to make decisions that isn’t logical but felt. The Moon & Lovers shows a crossroad between dream and reality, choices and alignment. It’s a liminal space, where you are told to make an aligned choice. This is choice that is meant to serve you not others.

Ten of Cups shows that fulfillment and harmony are within reach this month. But, only when you stop trying to force your path to look like others and start building structure from within. You are being asked: What do you want? How are you going to make it happen? This isn’t a race, rather a realignment test. You’re told to drop the comparison olympics. Your journey is uniquely yours. Your spirit guides are protecting and guiding you even in moments of doubt.

ᯓ✦  Channeled Quotes/Message(s):

remember the universe is always working in your favor you were not supposed to stay the same you are spiritually protected  the art of surrendering is trusting the process the grass is greener wherever you are  seasons of rest are sacred as seasons of bloom stillness isn’t delay, its a doorway the answers will come you are worthy of love and happiness you won't miss what’s meant for you even if you hesitate 

⋆˚ʚɞ Messages & Signs: “trust the process”, couples appearing around you, moon phases, stars, black cats, crane fly, “stagnation is movement”, 888, 11:22, 222, 717, 11:11, 828, hearing songs that feel like they’re “answering your question”, rings/circular objects, hazy/foggy weather, purple/pink flowers, soft floral scents, dreams about crossroads/trains/elevators, birds circling or staring at you

“Even in confusion, I trust the path is unfolding for me.”

Pile III.

// swallowtail & tigers eye //

Song(s): Headlock — Imogen Heap & Bulletproof — La Roux 

⟡ Cards Pulled: Ace of Wheels (rx), The High Priestess, Queen of Cups (rx), Three of Wands (rx), The Lovers (rx)

✦ Themes this Month: courage, self-trust, emotional blockage, progress, instability, rebuilding foundations, leaping into the unknown

With tiger's eye as your companion this month you’re being handed the strength to act even when scared or when the path looks unclear. This stone is fierce with clarity, risk taking, and courage. This stone will help you spot opportunities where you saw obstacles and help you move through fog.  Carry tiger's eye when you need courage to speak up, make a decision, or whenever you travel. It will be your spiritual “pep talk” reminding you courage isn’t without fear, but it's the decision to do it with fear.

Stepping into the fire is pile III’s theme this month. Emotional messiness, mixed signals, and a sense of chaos around finances, purpose, and close relations is all in a mixed bag. But, your guides are letting you know this is about preparation & initiation. You are being asked: How far are you willing to go? Can you leap before the safety net appears?

You are being called to act from intuition rather certainty. Because certainty is not guaranteed. You are meant to move even when fear and failure strike. The High Priestess is your own inner knowing peeking behind the veil. You know what you need to do, you're just afraid of it not working out and people’s opinions. (spoiler alert: it never mattered)

The Ace of Wheels (rx) and Lovers (rx) is about rebuilding your path and those you associate with. You might struggle with communicating your needs to others or even yourself. You might have arguments with those who don’t see your dreams. But, your guides want you to know, you do not need a solid foundation to begin. Start messy. Start with shaky hands. Start before anyone claps. And, just when you feel things aren’t moving—unexpected communication, wild dreams, surprising shifts will change stagnation to direction.

ᯓ✦ Channeled Quotes/Message(s);

free yourself from your past self, you deserve to vibrate higher ask for more, the universe always provides  it all works out you will know its right when it gives you energy fear is not a stop sign, it's proof you’re close to something real it’s okay if you don’t feel ready, perfection doesn’t = courage you radiate confidence, strength, and self respect take a leap regardless on whether you can see the whole staircase or not mastery takes failure you are not behind, you are becoming in your own time

⋆˚ʚɞ Messages & Signs: vivid dreams, dark red & gold colors, clouds, “balance”, bees, red cars, 222, 444, feathers, familiar scents, lavender scent, candles, “believe in your own power”, chills, sudden cramps/goosebumps, 333, 555, 144, tigers, hawks, dropped calls/miscommunication glitches, flickering lights, smelling something burnt or smoky, gold jewelry, ladders

“I act even when afraid. I trust the next step will reveal itself as I take it.”

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[a99jazzybean]

so i just read you DateEverythingChanse! X Reader and fell in LOVE. it was sooo so good and genuinely one of the best Date Eveything pieces that I’ve read!

And since your request were open; could you write some Eddie Volt x Reader. And maybe pull some of Volt in there?

(This is my first time requesting anything on tumblr, so idk what more info you would need.)

-🐄

Oh I really enjoyed this one! I love, love, love Eddie! Thank you for the request!

An Old Fashioned for the Live Wire

synop: You were just hired as a new bartender for the Breaker Box. One of your bosses, Eddie is kind of an asshole, but part of you also kind of likes it. The two of you push and pull at each other, but when will it become too much? And should you even go after someone like him?

words: 7.4K

includes: eddiexfem!reader, age difference, boss/employee, drinking, choking, manhandling, smut, oral, dead parent mention.

a/n: This one is a bit on the tabooer side. Hope you enjoy! No minors!

Also, Volt will be getting his flowers too. Don't you worry your pretty heads.

Harsh summer sun beat against you as you made your way downtown. A job interview that you pretty much had in the bag was awaiting you at your destination. Just a few more blocks and the beginnings of a facial sunburn, you found yourself in front of a bar. Beside the door a familiar face stood tall. 

“Uncle Dorian!” You exclaim, running to embrace him. 

He gave an “oomph” of surprise followed by a deep chuckle before returning the embrace. 

“Thank you so much for this!” Chin on his chest, you looked up at him. 

“Of course, sweetheart. I’m always lookin’ out for you.” 

Pulling away, you smoothed down your dress. Dorian nodded at you and proceeded to open the door to the bar. 

Much to your chagrin, it was very hot and stuffy inside. Looking up you could see an AC unit, but it wasn’t running. You gave Dorian a confused look, and he sighed. 

“I can’t believe this place always keeps falling apart.”

“Oh same old Dorian, not understanding the character that is the Breaker Box.” A man with long stark white hair made his way over to you. 

“More like Broken Box…” You mumbled, earning a laugh from Dorian.  

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that. Considering our dear Dorian gave you quite the glowing review.” 

Your face grew red with embarrassment. This man was obviously one of the owners of the establishment. 

“I apologize. That was rude of me. May we start over?” You offered your hand and an apologetic look. 

“Oh I could never say ‘no’ to a face like yours.” He takes your hand and gives it a kiss. A spark sends shivers up your spine. 

“The name is Volt.”

From behind you comes a grumble. Dorian’s expression now formed into a stony one. He briskly walks up between you and Volt. 

“Now, I don’t want any funny business. My girl needs a job, that’s all.” He said lowly. 

Volt raises his hands in defense. 

“Apologies, Dorian. I did not mean to be so forward. There will be no funny business, I swear.” He gives you a wink. 

Across the bar you hear a scoff. You can’t make out where the sound came from till a head pops out from under the bar. 

A tanned man with shaggy dark hair appears, looking perturbed. His steely gaze moves between Volt and Dorian, then lands on you. You grow self-conscious, feeling as though you were being studied. Part of you wondered what he saw. 

“Ah! Eddie! How lovely of you to join us!” Volt looped an arm around your shoulder, ushering you to the bar. “This is…” He paused for you to give your name.

You said your name, offering out your hand over the bar. Eddie looked down at your hand, then back at your eyes. Raising his hands, you realized they were covered in grease. 

“Such a lovely name. She’ll be our new bartender.” Volt squeezed your body toward him, making you squeak. 

“Wait, I’ve got the job?” You were surprised, this was supposed to be an interview. 

“Of course, like I said, you received a glowing review. And we could do with someone like you around.” He released you from his hold, giving you a sultry once-over. 

“You’re hiring her without an interview?” Eddie asked gruffly. While it was a question, he seemed unsurprised at Volt’s decision. 

“ I must take my leave, now.” Ignoring the question, he gave you a curt nod before turning on his heel and striding up to Dorian. 

Over his shoulder Volt left a final remark.

“Oh, and Eddie, since you’re not busy, you can train her before tonight.”

Eddie let out an incredulous scoff, a look of disbelief on his face. His dark gaze flitted to you, to which you shrugged your shoulders. You didn’t ask for this either, and honestly would prefer otherwise. Being trained by a man that clearly held disdain for your existence didn’t seem like the grandest of times. 

“Not, busy…” He mumbled, before grabbing a towel. 

“Don’t worry, I should be good. You can continue with whatever you were doing.” You tried to ease the tension coming from him.

“Nice try, sweetheart. But you will be working.”

“I never said I wasn’t, you were just clearly in the middle of something.” 

“I know a person trying to get out of work when I see em’.” That coldness in his eyes sent an icy chill through you. 

“If you say so…” You pouted. 

Eddie washed his hands, grumbling to himself the entire time. The last thing he wanted to do was babysit the new girl. Even if you were attractive. Wait, what was that? The man gave you a once-over. Taking in your pretty face and curves. Yeah, you were quite the looker, but that was beside the point. You were also clearly used to having everything handed to you. Dorian helped you get the job, and Volt gladly gave into it because of your looks. Tale as old as time. Hopefully you were at least competent at learning the ropes. 

“Alright, let’s teach you some of the basics.” 

From behind the bar he pulled out a shaker and jigger, pointedly setting them down on the counter. It almost made you roll your eyes, but you decided to play along. See how far this would go. 

“Do you have any bartending experience? And I’m not talking about making yourself a gin and tonic, I mean actual experience.” He spoke to you gruffly.

Wow, he was kind of an asshole. Regardless, this could be entertaining. Lord knows you needed something interesting to handle. 

“Sweetheart, I’m headin’ out.” Dorian walked up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Okay! Eddie is gonna teach me the basics of bartending!” You said, a sickly sweet smile on your face. 

Dorian gave you a confused look, opening his mouth to say something, then catching the look in your eyes. Deciding instead to keep his mouth shut. 

“I hope that goes well. Don’t cause too much trouble.” He planted a kiss on your cheek and you returned one to his before he headed out of the bar.

“Looks like it’s just us now.” Eddie sighed out. 

Gazing around the club, you realized Volt had vanished. Likely in a different room, leaving you alone with a man who did not want to be here. Whatever, you would just trudge on through this “training”. 

“Show me what you got.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. Face watching him expectantly. 

“Right, one of our more popular drinks is a Moscow Mule.” He spoke patronizingly to you. Now, that did irritate you. 

He spotted that irritation as your eyebrow twitched. 

“Is everything alright?” He asked. 

“Everything is perfectly fine. Please, continue.” You waved at him to keep going. “Though I do know what a Moscow Mule is, and how to make it.” 

“Good for you.” He said sarcastically.

“What’s your problem, man?” Alright, this was getting a bit TOO annoying. 

“I don’t have a problem.” He said quickly, a calculated gaze steady on you.

“Clearly, you do. Despite the fact that we just met, you have some issue with me.” Your jaw clenched in frustration.

“I don’t have any issues with you.” The statement was somewhat true, but there was something he wasn’t saying. “I just prefer that Volt not hire a nepo baby without consulting me as well.” 

“Nepo baby?” You asked incredulously.

“Yeah, Dorian got you the job. You didn’t even need an interview for it. Therefore, nepo baby.”

“Dorian helped me find the job, my skills ultimately got me the position.” You jabbed a finger in his face with a snarl. 

“Sure, sweetheart. Whatever you say.” He rolled his eyes at you. 

Grumbling, you made your way behind the bar. 

“Ugh, whatever…” 

Standing very very close to the man. With a wave of your hand you motioned for him to continue. A glare emblazoned on your face, complimented by a cute pout. Eddie’s eyes flitted to your stuck out lip, then back to your eyes. Thankfully, you hadn’t noticed the involuntary action. 

“Well, are you going to show me how to make a Moscow Mule or not?” You pressed, poking him in the arm with a harsh jab.

“Hey! Jeez, let me get to it.” 

I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here… His mind droned on. 

The man took out a copper mug, then quickly poured vodka, and lime, adding ginger beer in the end. With a little flare, he put a mint garnish on the side.

“Voila.” 

You gave faux applause, lips pressed into a thin smile.

“How impressive.”

“Look, I said I’m showing you the basics.” He sighed.

“And you’re doing a wonderful job.” You said through gritted teeth. 

“And it looks like I won’t have to continue anymore.” Eddie let out a sigh of relief. 

Entering the front door was a woman with bright ginger hair. When she looked over to the bar, a bright smile lit up her face. 

“Oh finally! Volt said he had hired a new person!” The woman strode over, offering her hand over the bar. “Name’s Beverly, but you can call me Bev!” 

You took her hand, giving it a nice firm shake. Taking the time to give her your name as well.

“Pretty! Well, I can’t wait to work with you!”

“Lucky for you, that starts now.” Eddie said, waving you two off and walking toward the back of the club.

When you could no longer hear his footsteps, you turned to Beverly. Frustration knitting at your brows. 

“What the fuck is that guy’s problem?” You asked, exasperated.

“Eddie?” She bit her lip. “He’s a bit closed off, I’d say.” 

“Doesn’t give him the right to be an asshole.” You huffed, crossing your arms.

“Oh, Volt didn’t talk to him about you, did he?” 

“From what I could tell, no. Then Volt left me in the man’s care.” 

Beverly let out a low hiss, her face cringing at the awkward scenario you just shared. 

“Well, you’re with me now! So we can enjoy our time getting to know each other, and I can teach you the ropes.” 

“I only need to learn how to use the register.” You said bluntly.

“Really? Cause I overheard Eddie about the basic-” You cut her off.

“I was only amusing myself with that. I’m a fairly good mixologist.” 

“Is that so?” She seemed unconvinced. “Why don’t you show me what you got?”

“Sure thing, whatcha thinking?”

Tapping her chin, she tried thinking up some drinks to have you make. After a moment, she perked back up with a smile.

“Alright, I’ve got three. Gin Sour, Paper Plane, and Sazerac. Think you can handle those?” 

“As long as you’ve got the ingredients, I can make them.” You cracked your knuckles, preparing yourself. 

“I also want you to make them as fast as possible.” 

You bit your lip with worry. That gin sour she requested would take a bit, but you had a feeling she knew that. Regardless, you would do your best. 

Bev gave you free reign of the bar. In the fridge you found a carton of egg whites along with fresh lemons. Into a shaker you added the ingredients, then began the semi-long process of dry shaking. Shaking something for a max of twenty-seconds might not seem like a large task, but if you had a dozen other orders, it could cause issues. Still, in order to make the drink properly, you had to follow the proper steps. Eventually you poured the drink out, even adding a lemon peel as garnish. 

Pushing the drink to Bev, she grabbed it and took a sip. A content smile on her face.

“Good, now the Paper Plane.”

Spotting the Aperol, you plucked that from a shelf. As you made your way around the other liquors, you kept your eye out for paper or a napkin. Out of the corner of your eye you noted some sticky notes. Bingo. 

Quickly you added all of the ingredients into the shaker and went to work. Straining the drink out into a coupe glass, then quickly making a paper plane out of a sticky note for garnish. 

Bev took the drink, grabbing the plane and throwing it in your direction. It spun in the air before nose diving straight down. Both of you chuckled at the sad display. Bev had a sip, nodding and looking at you.

“Pretty good, but ease up on the lemon a bit.” You nodded, noting her advice for later. 

“Alright, time for the Sazerac.”

You grabbed an Old Fashioned glass, then searched for some Absinthe. Trailing over the liquor bottles you couldn’t see it. Trying other cabinets, you couldn’t find any there either. You gave Bev a confused look.

“Where’s the Absinthe?” 

“Oh, we don’t typically carry it.”

“Really? But you guys specialize in craft cocktails?” 

She shrugged her shoulders then waved you on to continue. Turning back to the liquor bottles, your eyes landed on one that could work. Plucking the Herbsaint from the back, you spotted Bev giving a slight nod. You gave the glass a good wash, then moved onto crafting the rest of the drink. Stirring cognac, simple syrup, and bitters together. 

Again, Bev tried your drink. A pleased smile on her face after she set it down. 

“Very good.” From behind her, she pulled out a bottle of Absinthe. An amused smirk on her face at the reveal.

“You were testing me.” You chuckled.

“I certainly was, and you certainly passed. You really were pulling on Eddie's leg.” 

You shrugged.

“Guilty.” 

“Don’t be too hard on him.” Beverly paused, letting out a long sigh. “He’s got a lot on his plate.” 

You spent the rest of the afternoon preparing for opening. Cutting lemons, and dumping ice. Beverly showed you how the register worked, and you were good to go for the night. 

As it was the middle of the week, you weren’t expecting a large crowd. Though you wouldn’t be facing the busiest time of the night since you started your shift early. You felt a little bad leaving Bev alone, but you were feeling exhausted. 

The end of your shift neared closer, and a familiar face returned to the front of house. You could see grease stains on his clothes. Eddie plopped himself down at the bar, watching you and Bev converse during a lull period. Clearing his throat, he caught your attention. Beverly waltzed over to him with a smile.

“Eddie! What can I getcha?” She said cheerily.

“Actually, could I get the new girl to make it?”

You and Bev shared a knowing look. 

“Sure thing, think you can handle it?” There was a slight teasing to her tone, you did your best not to smirk. Instead nodding.

“Of course.” You walked up to Eddie, face scrunching as you saw the state he was in. 

Extremely disheveled, sweaty, and fairly dirty. You wondered what exactly he was doing that brought him to look like this. 

“What will you have?” You asked.

He gave you a questioning look. Wondering why you were suddenly so confident. 

“I’ll take an Old Fashioned.” 

Grabbing a mixing glass, you plopped a sugar cube inside, followed by the other drink ingredients. You made sure to stir everything well. You poured it over a glass with a large ice cube in it, then slid it over to him. Turning around, you made yourself your own. 

Eddie waited till you were finished, head cocked in confusion. You returned to him, drink in hand. Then you offered your glass out to him, an amused look on your face. Eddie realized what you had done. 

“I see. Do you always like to play dumb?” He let out an airy chuckle, raising his glass to yours. 

“Only to  people who see me as dumb.” You clinked your glass against his and took a sip. 

Eddie followed, letting out a pleased hum at the taste of the drink. 

“I see why Volt didn’t need to interview you.” He pulled your glass out of your hand. “But that doesn’t mean you get to drink on the job.” 

You pulled the drink back.

“I’m off the clock now, and I get a free drink with the job.” You took another sip.

Walking around the bar, you sat beside the man. 

“Think I’m just a nepo baby now?”

He waved his hand in a “maybe” motion, to which you scoffed at.

“Dorian still did have some sway in Volt’s decision. He does provide us with our bouncers, after all.” 

Rolling your eyes, you finished your drink. 

“I’ll admit, Dorian was a foot in… well, the door. However, I still put the work in. He would never vouch for me if he wasn’t sure of it.”

Eddie shrugged and nodded.

“I suppose, but I know he’s sweet on you.” 

“Ugh, don’t make it sound like he’s in love with me.” You scrunched your face up in disgust. “He’s my father. Adoptive father.” 

“Adoptive father that you call, ‘uncle’?” 

“Yeah, it’s a bit of a long story.”

“Fair enough.” 

That took you aback. People tended to be a bit more curious about your relationship with Dorian. The fact that Eddie just left the conversation as is had made you a bit irritated. Eye twitching before you shook your head. 

“Whatever.” You lifted yourself off the bar with a groan. “Well, I’m heading out. Have a goodnight, Bev!” You waved, and walked away. Paying no mind to Eddie. 

He watched as you left, eyes drawn to the sway of your hips as you headed out of the club. Finding himself a bit transfixed to the way your body moved.

“Smooth, Casanova.” Bev said as she dried glasses.

Eddie gave her a confused look, pointing at himself. She nodded, then motioned her head to the door. 

“I’m not into a brat seven years my junior.” He said, finishing his drink.

At that, Beverly raised a brow. 

“Sure, hon.” 

The next shift, you came in at a much later time. Entering the club, you greeted Beverly with a wave. Volt was present for your arrival. Once again, upping the charm as he greeted. 

“How lovely to see you.”

“I work here now, it’s kind of expected.” You shrugged.

You heard a scoff from the stage. Crouched behind one of the speakers, Eddie was working with some wires within it. 

“I can leave, let you guys deal with your one bartender.” You threatened, making Volt audibly gulp.

“Now, let’s not be too rash.” He glared over at Eddie. “He just hasn’t gotten enough rest, have you?” Eddie matched his glare.

“I’ve gotten plenty.” He turned back to the speaker. 

“Whatever.” You said, turning to the bar. 

The rest of the night was uneventful. The Breaker Box had a one man band crooning like Elvis Presley for the live entertainment. While he certainly wasn’t the best, it was at least somewhat entertaining to watch on the slow night. 

As you worked the bar, you couldn’t help but feel as if there were eyes on you. Every time you looked around, you couldn’t spot who it was that would be making you feel that way. There was a sneaking part of you that believed your dark haired asshole of a boss might have something to do with it. Occasionally catching his face just turning away as your eyes scanned the bar. He appeared to be working on some small electrical panel in the back corner of the room.

The night winded down, and Eddie left his work to come up to the bar. You made him the Jack and Coke he requested, sliding it to a very disheveled looking man when you were done. Seemed like going ragged was a common occurrence for Eddie. 

“So what exactly is your job here? Besides telling me what to do.” You asked as you wiped down the bar in front of him.

“I fix things.” His cold stare looked at you over the glass.

“That’s it?” 

He slugged back the rest of his drink and sighed. 

“Yes, that’s it. Any more questions, sweetheart?” He asked sarcastically.

“No, I’m not too curious about your going ons.” You turned away from him, smirking as you heard him grumble.

“You know what, I’ll have you stay after close. I’ve got something I need help with.” He said lowly.

“What?” You whipped around to face him.

“You. Stay. After. Close. Kapeesh?” 

“My shift is over after two.” 

“And I have the ability to fire you.” 

Clenching your fists, you willed yourself to calm the angry energy growing within you.

“Fine.” You hissed. 

Eddie gave you a smug smirk, nodding at your response with approval. When he turned his back, you stuck your tongue out at him. While you were annoyed at him for making you stay late, there was an odd curious part of you buzzing. 

Perhaps you needed to admit it to yourself. Even though you barely knew the guy, Eddie was hot. And maybe there was another part of you that enjoyed the push and pull you had already developed with the man. Something that made you feel like a school girl kicking her feet and twirling her hair. 

Shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts away. No, you shouldn’t think of your boss like that. While it wasn’t technically illegal, he was fairly older than you. Not to mention the inherent power imbalance of him being your boss. Yeah, this one would just have to remain a taboo fantasy. 

Closing time came, and Beverly left you with a wave goodbye. Volt also made his way out of the building. Before leaving he spotted you waiting at the bar.

“Do you need someone to take you home?” He gave you a concerned look.

“Nah, Eddie asked me to stay after close to help him with something.” 

“Is that so?” Volt looked over at the spot Eddie was sitting at, narrowing his eyes at the man. 

“Yeah. Not ideal, but he is my boss too.” 

“I suppose.” Volt shrugged on his long coat. “Don’t stay too late.” 

“You got it!” You saluted Volt, who smiled politely at the action. 

Now you were alone with Eddie. Thick tension was growing in the air around you. Making your way from behind the bar, you walked up to Eddie. He was still working on the electrical panel. Eyeing you up and down, he waved at you to take the seat in front of him. 

It felt like forever before he finally spoke as you were left twiddling your thumbs in awkward silence. 

“I’m almost done.” He said gruffly.

“Cool, cause I’d like to go home soon.”

“I’m sure you do.” He didn’t look at you.

“Whatever.” You huffed.

The man stopped what he was doing, setting the panel and tools down. He pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose.

“You do that quite often.”

“What?” You were confused.

“‘Whatever’. You say it whenever you wish to push past an uncomfortable conversation.” 

“What are you, a therapist?” 

“More like an observer.” He shrugged nonchalantly and returned to his work. 

“Perhaps you could observe the fact that I am exhausted.” You grumbled.

“Noted.” 

“Ugh, whatever.” You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment at the words.

“There it is again.” He chuckled lowly. The sound shooting straight to your groin.

“Do you really need my help tonight, or did you just keep me to hold me hostage in a nonexistent conversation?” 

“I do need help, but I think you can have just a bit more patience.” He pinched his fingers together to emphasize his point. 

“Just tell me what I need to do to get the job done.”

He looked up at you, but didn’t give an answer. You grumbled again, huffing and crossing your arms. This man! 

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Eddie seemed to be pleased with the progress he had made on the panel. Pushing up from the table, he stretched out. Cracking his back and revealing the lower part of his stomach. A dark line of a happy trail peeking out. Quickly you averted your eyes, but not before Eddie caught you. He decided to keep it to himself though, only revealing his thoughts with a coy smirk that had your face burning. 

“Alright, let’s get some bulbs changed out.”

He walked over to a storage closet, pulling out a very rickety looking ladder. 

“See why I need help?”

“Someone to hold the death trap that looks like a ladder?” Your eyes widened with concern.

“Oh, no. I won’t be stepping on this thing.” He chuckled watching your face drop. “I’ll be the one holding it.”

“Like that makes me feel better.” 

“Let’s just get this done, live wire.” He smirked again. 

He walked over to the stage, setting the ladder up. Holding it down, he motioned for you to come over and climb. Looking over yourself, you realized you were wearing a dress, and only had your panties on underneath. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to be the one that climbs?” You did your best to act sweetly, batting your lashes at him.

“I already told you, I’m holding. Now, c’mon. The faster you get up there, the faster this gets done. 

“It’s just, I’m wearing a dress.” You clenched the fabric in your hands nervously. “So?”

“So, you’d be able to see up it!” Your face turned red.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not lookin’.” For emphasis, he faced down. Dark hair flopping with his head. “Don’t forget to grab the bulbs.”

Tapping your foot in irritation, you gave a grunt of defeat. You leaned down to grab a box of bulbs. 

“Fine.” You walked up to the ladder. “You better keep your head down.”

“As you wish.” 

Rolling your eyes, you began your ascent up the ladder. Praying the man beneath you would not look up. When you made it to the top, you reached up. Thankfully the bulb in the light wasn’t too far away. You unscrewed the bulb, but as you were pulling it out of the fixture a small spark hit your hand.

“Fuck!” You yelped. 

From below, Eddie looked up just in time. Seeing you wobble and fall off of the ladder. Quickly, he managed to catch you with a grunt. In his arms you stared at him, wide eyed.

“Are you okay?” He breathed out in relief that he caught you.

Slowly you nodded, then looked at your hand. Your pointer finger turning red with a burn. 

“Shit. Did you get shocked?”

“I think so.” 

“Fuck, the lights aren’t supposed to be hot. I swear to god if the wiring was messed with again…” He paused, realizing that you were still in his arms and injured. 

Slowly, he let you down to your feet. Then he grabbed your hand to inspect it. It looked like it was just your finger that was injured. He sucked back an annoyed groan. This wasn’t your fault. It was the fault of the OSHA violating idiots that had owned the place before he and Volt took it over. And now those issues had injured someone. If Dorian found out…

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly. The tender tone of your voice catching him off guard.

“Uh, yeah. The most I did was pull my back.” He stretched his arms up. “Better than having you break yours though.” 

“Yeah.” You were staring at him awestruck. Perhaps saving you was the bare minimum, but the action had you smitten regardless. 

“You good?” He was concerned at the look on your face. Did you get fully shocked?

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” Shaking your head you pushed the thoughts of him away. 

“Good, good. Let’s get you patched up and heading home.” 

Eddie grabbed hold of your unharmed hand, sending a shock through you. Oh no. He pulled you to the back office. Rummaging around, he managed to find the first aid kit. Inside he spotted some burn cream and bandages. He took your finger, spreading some cream around the burn. A cooling sensation hit the spot immediately, making you sigh. Tenderly, he wrapped a bandage around your finger. Making sure it wasn’t too tight. When he was done he brought it to his lips, giving it a soft kiss. An unconscious movement, as if it was something he needed to do.

The action made your face flare red. Eddie’s cheeks became ruddy as well. Unsure of why he did that. 

Looking up at you had his face flushing harder. 

“Uh, a kiss makes it better. Right?” He tried to deflect. 

“I-I guess.” Shaking your head, you narrowed your eyes, questioning his motives. “It’s just not something that I would expect from a guy who’s been an asshole to me.”

“Asshole?” He let out an airy chuckle.

“Yes, asshole.”

“Newsflash, live wire; you’re no angel either.”

“Whatever.” You grumbled.

“See! You and your ‘whatevers’.” 

“I don’t understand why it’s a problem.” You practically spat. 

“Frankly, it’s a bit disrespectful.” 

“Oh I’m sorry, I guess I should respect my elders, shouldn’t I?” You said sarcastically.

He yanked you toward him, nose to nose. You hadn’t realized he still had a grip on your hand.

“Yeah, a brat like you should.” He practically growled. 

The close proximity had your face flushing again. Unconsciously, your thighs clenched. Eddie smirked at the action. Licking his lips as he looked back at you. Your eyes were wide, body shivering at the close proximity. You attempted to regain your composure.

“I-I’m not a brat.”

“Of course you would think that. You’ve gotten everything handed to you. Bet you think you deserve it all.” 

You scowled, lip in a pout. One that Eddie realized he desperately wanted to kiss and bite. Fuck, this was… electrifying. Something he hadn’t experienced in years. Was it wrong to go after his subordinate? Maybe. Did he want to? Absolutely.

“I said, I’m not a brat.” You tried yanking your arm back. 

Eddie tutted, keeping you locked with him.

“WHATEVER, princess. I’m sure you can go run off to uncle Dorian and be treated just right.”

 Looking at your eyes, he realized he might have gone too far. He let go of your hand, which you snatched back. Rubbing your wrist you turned away. You blinked away tears. 

You didn’t know why, but his words hurt.  

“I’m going home.” You said quietly. 

Oh shit. He knew he fucked up.

“The only reason Dorian treats me the way he does is because my dad is dead.” You still were faced away from Eddie.

“I didn’t…”

“I know.” You peeked over your shoulder at him. “But now you do.” 

You exited the office quickly, not turning back once. Eddie was left alone and miserable. Why did he feel the need to press you so much? He barely even knew you. And now, it’s likely he fucked up a good thing. 

You and Eddie avoided each other the next week. You couldn’t tell if you preferred that or not. Whenever you would cross paths, he’d do his best to exit the area as quickly as possible. You would do your best to make yourself invisible. Eventually, you couldn’t stand it though. 

The distance somehow made the man more enticing. Perhaps it was the fact that he gave you the space you clearly needed, or maybe it was something else entirely. 

While your last conversation with him hurt, you couldn’t get the man out of your mind. Was it inappropriate? Probably. Did you care? Not really. The moments before your outburst in the office had made you feel… things. Things you wished to explore further. Specifically with your boss. So after multiple days of avoidance, you decided to fuck with him.

It was a fairly busy shift, so you decided to have some fun. Popping one button of your shirt to give just a peek of your cleavage. With your patrons, you put on a bit of a show. Flirting with everyone. Making sure everyone got a good look at you. Complimenting whoever you could, making them blush at your words. Even teasing about giving your number out. 

Out of the corner of your eye you watched as Eddie made his way closer and closer to the bar throughout the night. When he reached you, he spoke lowly. Jaw clenched in frustration. Exactly what you wanted. 

“You’re staying after close. I’ll meet you in the office.” 

“As you wish, sir.” You said, your eyes growing dark. The look made Eddie shiver. 

He shouldn’t, but fuck, you were making it so difficult. He should have just continued to give you space, but he couldn’t help feel the same pull that you did. Something so enticing, all he needed was a taste. Just one, that’s all…

Eventually, the bar closed. You told Volt and Bev that you were asked to stay late again. While Bev paid no mind to it, Volt had given you a questioning look. Bright eyes trying to read you. When it seemed he couldn’t get a read, he shrugged his shoulders and headed home. 

When it was just you, you geared yourself up for your confrontation.

Making your way to the office, you shook off your nerves. Reaching the door, you gave two knocks. A muffled voice called out from the other side.

“Come in.” 

Behind the desk sat Eddie, his head perched on one hand. Eyes dark as he watched you enter the room. When you shut the door behind you, the man motioned for you to sit in front of him. He was trying to maintain a neutral expression, but you could see the tension in his jaw. Teeth clenched together in frustration.

“Did you have a good night?” He asked lowly. 

The way his gaze remained on you had you shuffling uncomfortably. Looking up, you gave him your best naive expression.

“I did, yes. Why do you ask?” 

“Do you think your behavior was appropriate for this establishment?” While his words maintained an air of professionalism, he practically growled them out.

“I don’t know what you mean? I was just being friendly with patrons.” You gave him a sweet smile, a knowing glint behind your eyes. “I apologize if anything came off as misconstrued.” 

“Oh come off it.” He scoffed, pressing his hands on the table and pushing himself up. He walked around the desk to you. Leaning against it, eyes steely and cold. 

“Again, I don’t know what you mean.” You batted your lashes at him, earning you another scoff.

He leaned down, hand reaching for your chin. Lifting your face to look directly at him, you had to swallow down a gasp.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you acting like a whore.” 

Sputtering at his words, you batted his hand away. You stood up, glowering at him. 

“Is that better or worse than a brat? Cause I think it shouldn’t matter how I act.” You huffed. “It’s a bar, decorum isn’t exactly a prerequisite to work here.”

His jaw clenched again. His eyes darted to the door, then he moved to turn the lock on the knob. The action made your eyes widen and heart race. 

Turning to you, he stalked up. Face now almost nose to nose with you.

“Do you want to know what I think?” The low timbre of his voice had you shivering. 

When you didn’t answer, he chuckled lowly. His hand returning to your chin, forcing you to face him. 

“Well?”

“W-what do you think?” You stuttered out, eyes locked with his.

“I think you need to be put in your place.” His hand moved to your throat, lightly squeezing the sides. 

He pulled you even closer, lips barely grazing yours. Sparks flew through you at the soft touch. 

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” He murmured against your lips. 

Taking the opportunity, you pressed your lips against his. A low groan escaped the man as he pressed his lips against yours, taking back control. His tongue pressed into your mouth, making you whimper. He tasted like whiskey. Hot, heady, and fucking delicious. 

Pulling away, he left his hand around your throat. A handsome smirk on his face as he took in your state. Disheveled, breathing hard, with your pupils blown wide out. Oh, he could get used to seeing you like this. 

Using the leverage on your neck, he maneuvered you back onto the desk. Placing himself between your legs, he pulled you in for another kiss. 

When he pulled away again, you managed to find your words.

“W-what…” You took in a shaky breath. “What exactly is my place?”

Nipping your lip, he groaned. 

“With me, as mine.” He looked over you possessively. “Say it.” 

Your face burned bright red, you almost shook your head. The look in his eyes had you deciding otherwise. 

“I’m yours.”

“Good.” 

With that, he pressed his lips against yours again. You whimpered into his mouth as his tongue tangled with yours once more. Oh, this was dangerously addicting. 

Clenching your thighs together, you tried to gain some friction. You could feel how wet you already were, and how you were burning with need.

Against your lips, you felt him smirk. A warm hand reached for one of your thighs, spreading it apart. He slowly trailed his hand up your thigh, making you shiver. Up your skirt his fingers reached your drenched panties. Hips jolting, you moaned against him. 

He groaned at the feeling, slipping his fingers under the fabric to gather some of your slick. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he held back a whimper at your taste. The dark gaze in his eyes had you shivering again. 

“You’re soaked. You’ve wanted this, haven’t you?”

Embarrassed, you looked away and nodded. The hand around your throat gave a warning squeeze.

“No, tell me.”

“I’ve wanted this.” You breathed out.

“Prove it.”

Letting go of your throat, Eddie reached for the belt on his pants. Easily sliding it off and dropping it to the floor. Following his hands, your eyes widened at the very prominent bulge in his pants. Licking your lips, you clenched your thighs again.

He unbuttoned his pants, sliding them past his thighs. His boxers followed shortly afterward. His cock sprung out, a bead of precum at the tip. Oh, he was very large. A nice length with a lovely curve that you could already imagine inside you. 

“On your knees.” He commanded, to which you obliged. 

Shakily you slid off of the desk, and onto the hard floor of the office. His cock just inches from your face. Mouth watering, you gazed up at him. He smirked, pressing the tip against your lips. 

“Open.”

Opening your mouth, you let your tongue flop out slightly. Slowly, he slid his length into your awaiting mouth. The wet warmth made him groan. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he began to fuck into your mouth. Spit bubbled at the corner of your lips. With a thumb, he swiped it up. Watching him suck your spit off of his thumb had you whimpering around his length. Wetness was pooling into your panties as the man used you. 

“Fuck, look at you. You’re loving every second of this, aren’t you?” All you could do was respond with a moan. 

With a pop he pulled out of your mouth. Using the hand on your hair, he tugged you back up. Turning you around, he forced you face down onto the desk. Flipping up your skirt, he groaned. Your panties were soaked through. He slid them off of you, exposing your pussy to the cool air. You whimpered at the feeling, then moaned as Eddie began to tease your sex with his cock. The tip sliding between your drenched lips, catching on your clit. 

“So fucking wet.” He groaned, staring at your pussy.

Slowly, he began to press into you. Both of you moaned at the feeling. Yeah, it had been a while for Eddie. Your tight wet heat had him shivering. His length was hitting all of the right spots within you. 

When he felt you were sufficiently ready, he started to thrust in and out of you. Obscene squelching sounds filled the room. Against the desk your moans were muffled as you were being fucked dumb. That wouldn’t do. Eddie grabbed your hair, pulling your head back. The action making you moan loudly. 

“That’s right.” He groaned in your ear, before leaving a trail of bites and kisses up your throat. 

At this angle, his cock was hitting that one perfect gummy spot within you. Every press inside makes you sputter out moans. A tightness was building up within your core. Pleasure coursing through you as you let the man use your body. 

“Mine.” He nipped at your ear. “Say it.”

“Y-yours, I’m yours!” You cried out.

“Damn right.” His thrusts grew faster.

Dexterous fingers trailed down your front. Hands cupping your breasts before trailing under your skirt. He began circling your clit as he continued to fuck you. Each press of his cock accompanied by sparks of pleasure from his fingers. 

In his arms you were an absolute mess. Mouth hung open as a stream of moans escaped you. Gaze glazed over, just taking everything the man gave you. Your wet heat twitched around him as you felt your orgasm building up to a peak. 

“Fuck, you’re close. Aren’t you, live wire?” The nickname had you whimpering. 

You nodded, letting out a long moan as his cock hit just the right spot within you.

“Why don’t you cum on my cock then, yeah?” His voice was ragged. You could tell he was nearing his end as well. Likely holding off till you finished on him. 

A perfectly placed swirl around your clit along with a thrust had you shattering. Screaming at the pure pleasure coursing through you. Clenching around Eddie had him following you. Stuttering out groans as you felt his cock twitch inside you. Hot ropes of cum filling you with a satisfying warmth. 

Both of you groan at the feeling of your orgasms subsiding. A warm hand cups your chin, turning your head back. His lips meet yours in a messy open-mouthed kiss. Your lips capture the overstimulated moans he lets out. 

While you both catch your breath, you feel his hands trailing over your back and sides. A surprisingly comforting action that has you sighing with content. You don’t see it, but a soft smile makes its way to his lips. 

Eventually, Eddie pulls out of you with a groan. Some of his spend trailing down your thigh. A sight he would memorize for… later purposes. Helping you up, he smooths down your skirt. The look in his eyes is soft now. 

He kisses you slowly, this time it's almost sweet. Like he didn’t just fuck you like a whore two minutes ago. When he pulls away, his eyes trail over your neck. He winces as he sees the bruises he littered over your throat. Guess it was time for turtleneck season, in the middle of summer. 

“Sorry about that.” He gives you an apologetic look.

“It’s alright.” You wave him off a satisfied smile on your face.

“Let’s getcha home, yeah?”

Nodding, you let him escort you back to your place. Both of you buzzing, wondering what comes next. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, you show up to work clad in a stuffy turtleneck. Praying desperately that no one would notice your odd choice of outfit. 

As you prepare for the night, a large presence appears next to you. Looking up, you see Volt looking down on you expectantly. A smirk playing on his lips. 

“Have a good night?” He asked, smirk growing wider.

Your eyes widened. 

“Uh, yeah. I-I guess.”

“You guess?” He let out a dramatic sigh. “Did Eddie leave you dissatisfied?”

His words had you choking on your own spit. Sputtering and blushing, you stared at him in disbelief.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Really?” He reached for the collar of your turtleneck, pulling it down.

Clicking his tongue admonishingly, he gave you a knowing look. Brow raised, waiting for you to say something.

“I hit myself on something.” You covered up the spot on your neck. 

“So be it.” He placed a hand on his hip, enjoying the embarrassed blush that had reached your cheeks. “I’m just disappointed I wasn’t invited to the party is all.” 

Mouth agape, you watched as Volt strode off. Leaving you alone with a new aching between your thighs. 

[not-maggie]

Hard Launch

Spencer Agnew x Reader

Summary: You and Spencer have been dating for a couple months, what better way to reveal it than during a game on the Pit channel?

A/N) First time writing for Spencer! i saw today's pit video and immediately got inspired to write something for the resident gamer. the spence community has been eating GOOD recently♡

Working at Smosh was fun! You basically got paid to hang out with your friends and post to social media, your two favorite things to do! You started at the company a year ago, fresh out of college with degrees in communications and marketing, new to L.A, and an excitement to leave your mark somewhere. You had interviewed with Smosh, with their growing popularity, they needed more hands available. You landed the job and quickly became a part of the family, helping manage their social media accounts. You got to post sneak peaks of upcoming videos, silly videos of you and your coworkers behind the scenes, and the members of Smosh attempting the latest trends and challenges. 

You easily fit in with the family, their charm and wit immediately making you comfortable, almost like you’ve always had a place there. You became quick friends with Angela and Chance, Courtney and Shayne, Tommy and Trevor…and Spencer. Spencer was different, something about his wild and out-of-pocket humor masked by the shy nerdy guy he was immediately intrigued you. You two hit it off right away, a shared love for video games and movies quickly turned into movie and game nights at each other’s apartments. After about three months of dancing around each other, Spencer finally asked you out. You two agreed to keep the relationship on the downlow, not wanting to experience the craziness from both the internet and the people in the office you love so dearly. You loved the Smosh family, but what you and Spencer had was soft, quiet, yours. A love between two people that belonged to only you. Lazy mornings, movie nights, cuddling on the couch with his cats, cooking adventures. It was amazing.

Which brings you to now, you two had discussed the idea of going public, about announcing your relationship to the world. You were both okay with it, you just needed to decide when and how. It was your idea to do it through one of the many games played on the channels, and what better game than Phone It In, the game about guessing who’s phone it is by the images provided. The game was simple, each person submitted a screenshot of their latest google searches, a text message exchange from a person of their choosing, and a picture from their photos. The three people playing, today it’s Spencer, Amanda, and Trevor, then had to guess who’s phone it is from a list of potential options of people in the office. 

The game was going smoothly, Spencer currently in the lead as the three crack jokes and use their detective skills to get the most points. “Alright, lets see the next Google search,” Tommy prompts as the next round begins. An image pops on the board. Spencer immediately writes his answer, it’s you, and he knows your brain like it’s his own. “So, we have ‘Sushi near me’, ‘Converse sale’, and ‘Pokemon A to Z release date’. Whoever this is, is a gamer.” Tommy continues to commentate as Amanda and Trevor struggle to decide. Many people in the office play Pokemon and wear converse. They both abstain and wait for the text messages to be revealed. The contact picture and name are blocked out as Tommy reads out the exchange. Spencer smiles softly at the picture, the conversation had happened only a couple days ago, you had asked him to pick up sushi for dinner despite just getting some the other day, he obviously had given in and gotten you the sushi. Amanda writes down a name she thinks could fit, not confident in her answer. Spencer catches your eye as you sit behind the camera, watching your reaction. You flash a grin at him as he raises an eyebrow, the final clue is revealed at Trevor’s request. A picture of Spencer laying on his bed in his apartment, lipstick marks littered across his neck and face as he grins up at you with a lovesick smile. Who took the picture isn’t obvious, the only clue being a small portion of your hand visible on his chest. 

The studio goes silent before a combined gasp and scream of surprise goes through everyone. Spencer sits there, cheeks flaming as he hides his face in his hands. “SPENCER!” Amanda shouts, gripping his arm, trying to form words but left speechless. Trevor too struggles to express his thoughts, mouth opening and closing, “Wait! I think I know!” Trevor grins as he quickly writes down a name. “Can I change my answer?” Amanda whines, “It’s so obvious now!” Tommy denies her requests as he has them reveal their guesses. He has Amanda go first, she had guessed Ollie, her reasoning being that they’re a Pokemon nerd and wear Converse...before the third picture had been revealed obviously. Trevor was next, he flipped his board and there in big letters was your name, “those two are always together, honestly, I thought they were dating for the longest time,” he reasons. It comes down to Spencer, “well, I think I know this person pretty well,” he jokes as he flips his board. Your name. “The Converse and sushi gave it away for me, but I guess that third picture jogs my memory a bit.” 

Tommy smiles as he turns to the board, “let’s see who’s phone it is, is it Y/N?” Your name and picture flash on the screen, confirming that it’s your phone. Screams echo around the studio at the confirmation of it being your lips on Spencer’s neck. “Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Amanda holds out her hands. “Are you two…dating?” She questions Spencer as all eyes fall on him. He glances at you as you watch with a grin, “a second Smosh couple has hit the office," he confirms with a goofy grin.

[melancholicstation]

being JFK jr.'s assistant: a collection of headcanon's!

authors note: many apologies if this is illegible, i didn't have time to edit, also tried something new with the formatting of the moodboard. let me know your thoughts, feelings etc. for context this is set in NYC, early 1995, with assistant!reader working to aid in the start-up of john's political magazine 'george' ahead of its september release!

the interview process is most ardently held at harry cipriani's

john get's the chicken spezzatino al curry with spiced rice, and you get the cucumber salad with avocado, cherry tomatoes, and corn...

which was intentionally picked by you as it was the least expensive thing your eyes could scan on the menu as you weren't sure that your current waitress salary could sustain a cipriani-bill type of hit.

(little did you know, john had every intention of picking up the bill at the end of the interview)

you get the job with little fanfare, i get the feeling that john would try to keep it professional-ish initially (though I feel he would keep a pretty casual atmosphere with his employees)

i feel that john would throw the craziest work holiday party ever to existence!

and that's where i would posit you and John would hit it off and maybe engage in a few cheeky workplace clandestine touches/neck kisses/murmurs of praise that could be regarded by outsiders as a normal boss/employee dynamic

there's definitely some on-and-off period between you and john, mostly caused by you because of your (valid) reservations over the power-dynamic and not wanting to screw up a very high paying job in the city

however, i feel that through you learning john and his personality and temperament your worries about toxic dynamics that could fester fall to the wayside!

once the media gets a whiff of your relationship with john, it's lady di when she first started her courtship with king charles—levels of paparazzi and media attention from the gossip rags and daytime television shows

this is the energy of the pap shots: very much giving a chic defiance against ever giving the paparazzi the attention they so clearly court:

he would be very protective of you in the media, especially since you never intended to be thrust into such a harsh and unforgiving spotlight when you first applied for the administrative position at the magazine

he would absolutely bargain information about himself to press just to give you a break in the media (which is saying something as he seemed to genuinely loathe press intrusion)

despite not having time to actually prepare him a meal for him to eat at the office (since you have, y'know, an actual job to do) you order him a jambon-beurre from rigor hill market,

and attach a handwritten note (something soft, and tender, and embarrassing saccharine) using the leftover parchment concealing the lunch

i'm picturing assistant!reader's style to oscillate between 90s minimalism and couture avant-garde due to her career in print magazines. think masculine pieces (suits, loafers, polo's, ringer tees...) that give a feminine edge because of the painstaking couture level tailoring that reveal the reader's shape:

a daily uniform to the george magazine office would be: a poplin sky blue tuxedo shirt (unbuttoned to the second button to make it more dégagé) for the top, a menswear-inspired tailored prada jacket to throw atop, the matching prada trousers for the bottom.

for the accessories i feel that while the silhouette and basic clothing articles are minimalist, assistant!reader would get a bit playful and more outré!

assistant!reader would NOT fall for the birkin bait however she would be fan of hermēs because of their craftsmanship and dedication to "old-world" quality control. she shops semi-frequently (cause i know our john-john is giving her a mammoth salary for an assistant living in NYC)

she has an SA (sales assistant) who knows her family members birthdays, and always sends a courteous card in honour of the occasion

i distinctly feel that assistant!reader wouldn't go for a kelly (or the aforementioned birkin) but instead perhaps she would go for a hermēs 'bolide', 'plume', or a 'lindy' in more muted colors that are still kind of reminiscent of mid-century paint swatches

here's a few cursory examples of the type of colors assistant!reader would be seen traipsing around the city with: rouge de coeur, rose jaipur, vert anis, vintage bambou, ultra violet clemence, orange H clemence, bleu aztec clemence (just to name a few, lol!)

i definitely don't think she would add any keychains around the bag—the silhouette of the leather would undoubtably speak for itself

(and she certainly would not attach a labubu to ANY of her expensive leather goods... seriously what are you people doing? you are under spells people! spells!)

reader assistant definitely has an account like @/lizzybenz on tiktok (i am utterly entranced with her and her sense of style/restraint of taste. she does quick outfit videos and keeps the rest of her life pretty private and that's such a vibe all the time and definitely assistant!readers vibe)

i feel like you and john's relationship would be pretty esoteric and hush-hush towards the media and people you both didn't know intimately.

that is, unless the relationship starts to get truly serious: an engagement is present/impending, or you move in together...

if that ever were to occur (you two moving in together or getting engaged) i'd picture it to be years later from the genesis of your relationship in a era where you've moved on from being john's assistant and work in a higher position either at 'george' or another publishing house in the city! (just because the assistant boss power dynamic could get annoying at best and noxious at worst)

i'm imagining that you two, in the early stages of your courtship, would go to the cape or perhaps somewhere closer to home base—amagansett.

the picture's would be reminiscent of this nature: (disregard the iphone quality—imagine it to be the much more flattering nineties film quality)

you habitually steal johns shirts to wear around the house

it's so bad to the point where he genuinely believes someone might creeps into the apartment at night with the primary intention to burglarise specifically his graphic t-shirts and no other valuables.

here are some delightful examples of what i'm picturing (some are links to ebay listings, others are brick and mortar, and others are simply digital): left, middle, right

he encourages you to buy some of your own so you do (at bergdorf ) and they tend to have more of a feminine silhouette such as: this, this, and this.

but you mostly use them for public, more casual outings and still you use his t-shirts for you to slumber in and to traipse around the apartment,

which he feigns to be annoyed at but he really isn't...

in fact it might even strike a possessive strike in him that had prior been left dormant in previous relationship's of his

so random but that man would be amazing at imitating bird sounds!

i just feel that in my heart #my truth

which makes sense, at least to me, because John seems like the type to very much peacock around his girlfriend to get her attention! as he is ought to do.

authors note: anyways, i didn't know where to end this, so I'm ending it here. off to have some earl grey and vanilla ice cream! sendinggentlenessandbountsoflove,

as a cute side quest, i made some outfit formulas that i could picture assistant!reader wearing for different occasions! hopeyouenjoy!

□ rudimentary solo polo-bar date

□ for rainy days (literally for rainy city days)

□ a harry's cipriani rendezvous with john

□ winter washington meet with the family

□ fashion after-party

love, melancholicstation

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[thecoppercompendium]

5 simple questions to explain a TTRPG

I can finally talk about it because it's finally released! Introducing Five Minutes, Not 5e! The first entry is discussing Shadow / Giant with @psychhound!

But what is Five Minutes, Not 5e?

Five Minutes, Not 5e is a project I started as part of Chimera Hearts, aiming to bring attention to lesser-known TTRPGs through brief, to-the-point interviews with their designers. Each interview has the same five questions, chosen to convey the key information for new players. Designers can also elaborate with custom questions in Beyond Five Minutes, the sister series.

Here's the Beyond Five Minutes episode for Shadow / Giant:

Entries come with transcripts and are placed in playlists as a kind of "tagging system". My aim is to build a collection of these entries, to easily explain game concepts to unfamiliar players. My aim is to release these at a sustainable pace, building the catalogue over time. I've got a few more lined up, with one already recorded, so keep an eye out!

If you're a designer and are interested in taking part, please fill out this google form! I'd love to talk to more people about their games!

If you want to get involved in this or similar projects, check out Chimera Hearts! There's plenty great discussion over on the discord, as well as projects being proposed!

(Also, if you want to support the project, I do have a patreon.)

[oasiscon]

Don't think I've really gotten weird or horny enough on here

I keep thinking about this part in a Noel And Matt Morgan interview moment where Matt asks Noel if he's ever drank beast milk (Noel ofc saying not since he was a baby) and then Matt telling a story of how he had to presumably suck the milk from his wife's tits cause she forgot her pump and she drank so their kid wouldn't be able to drink it anyway. Already kind of insane imagery to throw out there Matt, but it had me thinking.....

Like between the end of the BHN tour and the start of the recording for SOTSG, I pinpoint that the time where Noelle had her only daughter (can't imagine her really ever having other kids). She's hit haaard with the ppd, kinda hates how her body looks, hates having to see it change over a grueling stretch of time, plus she can no longer even pretend to be vaguely interested in her husband. Suppose to make it all worse too is the other og band mates leaving so she's stuck having to handle a great chunk more of track responsibilities as they have to search for new members.

Anyway horny part is as she's trying to record a track, tits start leaking much to her utter embarrassment. Even when trying to focus back on her typical method of musical escape, she's unable to. Lyla, lazing on the couch, ofc notices and makes a joke pointing it out only to be met with a really angry "piss off" as Noelle storms off towards the washroom.

Lyla follows, walking in to an exasperated Noelle whose on the brink of losing it before Lyla offers just some advice and help. Feels weird for Noelle to get advice from Lyla about anything and acts pretty dismissive but it's clear to her sister that the issue isn't just the leakage but something more than that. Cue Lyla going bodyworship mode- leaning her head over Noelle's shoulders and beginning to feel her up- hands caressing her waist, inching towards her breasts and starts pleading to have a taste. Cue insane mom-sister-daughter switch in Noelle's head lighting up as the two stumble into a bathroom stall as Lyla impatiently starts trying to shove aside Noelle's clothing. All while Noelle shoving Lyla down, weaving her fingers through her hair as she pushes her closer to her chest. Lyla is insatiable while Noelle digs her nails into her scalp at every bite and tug. The girl drinks like she's been in the desert for weeks, as Noelle manages to shove all the guilt away momentarily as she relishes in the first real release she's gotten in a long time.

Of course afterwards she chastises Lyla for leaving behind nothing except bite marks and hickeys, but she can't help imagining that sweet small Lilly everytime she looks her way for a while now.

[hcgossips]

The Illusion Over The Truth

Henry Cavill is a product created as of a bunch of narratives that were not  completely faithful to the truth. In Cavill’s case, the truth was always distorted to fit the ideal persona. But, it had been carefully done. Up to now. Everything about this guy is promotionally, previously and strategically  considered, intended and planned to, then, be released and/or performed.

He is the Rock Hudson of our generation and this comment is not necessarily, related to his sexual orientation. Check How Hudson started in the Industry. He was a naïve, redneck, an ingenuous guy when he started in Hollywood, and, later, trained by the Industry to become a sex symbol and an actor, for he was profitable, because of his physique de role.

He had no natural talent for acting, was  gangly, gawky and had to go through classes to learn how to behave as a self-confident actor and to deceive, because he was a pretty face and a huge impressive man seen as potentially profitable to the Industry. And, he was also gay.

Cavill isn’t naturally, self-confident, but stages, as in his scripted speeches interviews and in his recent pleasure, happiness  and pride for being Viscuso’s man. Do I doubt he could be sexually involved with her? Hell, no! She’s a h**ker from Mayhem, a site he probably uses regularly (if not totally gay), and he’s probably a single bi who hides his true Character and personality. Of course, he could have limped the biscuits! And he wants us to think he did so this fallacy circus works.

Yes, I believe Cavill is at least, bi and a very different guy from the man he portrays. He’s gorgeous, sexy, very attractive. But, a man is more than good looks. My impression is he’s always holding his real personality back - maybe staging to Hollywood to avoid being harassed often by people in the industry -, and that he’s stubborn and a mewling brat, kind of immature, methodical, perfectionist, disciplined when focused and a man who actually gives a fuck when it comes to relationships and women.

His cabinets in the kitchen can be organized putting cans in order by validation dates, in which the most recent ones go in the back. His suits and shirts in his closet are probably organized by colors and no one can mess with that. When things don’t happen the way he wants, he gets frustrated. If not, his house is a chaos. He’s extremely vain and worried with his image and with how people see him. So, everything has to look perfect. And, he stages a lot to sell the image he thinks people expect from him.

He actually seems to despise women, promoting them as escorts, gold-diggers, futile and pitiful unknowns after fame and spotlights that only HE can provide. Women are actually, steps so he can be the king of the hill, which are later, ruled out when he has enough publicity until his next big movie. He doesn’t commit, not to women nor to anything that demands a certain emotional involvement or exposure.

So, how can a guy like that accept going on a PR with that type of woman and promote himself committing to lies that will contradict his image and will easily be discredited, exposing him as a fraud?

[ganondoodle]

seeing all the crazy stuff people build in totk kinda ... it feels like that is also a factor in why it turned out like this, like the insane things people did in botw and the (i keep saying devs when i actually mean the directors .. producers?) directors saw it and build totk just around letting people do it all 100 times more

to be clear, i think its impressive as hell what some people build (i just saw like .. a movie scene with a functioning mech gozilla and tanks made with totks building stuff ... what the fuck) and those things go pretty viral (understandibly so) but i also gotta question

as creative, free, and impressive as it is ... should that have been the focus in a zelda game? like .. is building mechas and tanks like that something that should be in a zelda game? can it be in there without inevitably sacrificing so much else? theres building games just for that? and if you want to make it zelda themed you can make it a spin off?

like i get it, people did crazy things in botw, they saw what people had fun with and dialed it up to a 1000 in totk, which in itself is not bad, even pretty good if you consider gamedevs and feeback and all that bc in general you should embrace what people had fun with in your game even if it wasnt the intent, given that nintendy listens to feedback (perhaps even a bit too much at times) and creative solutions was a central point to botw design philosophy but

i feel like totk kinda .. missed the balance?

if its really a reason why totk is build around enabling that in a purely player centered toy box kind of way without it actually mattering in the story .. or even themes ... was it worth it? not to sound like an oldschool boomer tm but in a franchise that iconic, lore and story focused, should you really abandon nigh all lore/story cohesion just to give the player a big box of toys in a world where i feel that doesnt ,, really belong? in a direct sequel in the same world with the same characters no less? that point is perhaps the biggest issue with it, bc again lots of games even if somwhat a sequel, had strange new tech or things in the world but in all of those cases it was some alternative universe, millenia after the other game, or on an entire different continent; while totk is supposedly just a few years after botw in the very same hyrule

(still doesnt explain the erasing of all shiekah things and replacing it with sonau- tho suddendly revealing the shiekah had actual rockets, wheels with suspension and grenade-launchers, might have been confusing too- you could have enabled the player creativity with shiekah too imo, and personally i would have found it way more fun ... lil guardian leg crawlies ..)

having thought about it feels rather logical why they did it in alot of ways, but also ... totk is build around it, while its also not build around it at all- its build around the PLAYER, not the world, not the story, not the theme, not the character, but YOU (especialyl those that dont realyl care about anythign story or lore stuff and just want to have fun with the gameplay loop, which isnt wrong, but i question whether thats the right kind if player to center in a zelda game .... also not saying all of those that build these crazy things are like that but- ... i hope you know what i mean)

(i know games are always build around the player, or should be, but .. do you get what i mean????? playing in a world that doesnt make sense anymore bc its all a box of toys yeeted into my face isnt fun to me, bc im here not only for gameplay fun but for the world .. theme .. characters, its something that has to be harmonical as a whole for me and totk just .. isnt)

i say it alot but i do really mean it, its very difficult to get my thoughts and feelings written out and to have them come across correctly

[swallowedabug]

PAAPA ESSIEDU & ANJANA VASAN ‣ cast of Black Mirror's DEMON 79

[velvetjune]

remedy games are very good and people should play them

[butterflydm]

More s3 hints from interviews (day 2 & Josha!)

@markantonys linked me to a masterthread of More Interviews (twitter.com/GradeKangusBeef/status/1736788980006330448), which I have scoured for more s3 hints, lol. The twitter thread is being updated as they appear, so I definitely recommend the thread as a whole.

From a screenrant interview with Zoë:

Are there any future events or character moments from the books that you know about that you’re excited to get into?

Zoë Robins: Yes, definitely. I’m going to have to tread very carefully, but there’s a moment in season three that I think Wheel of Time book readers will be very, very happy about. It was incredibly exciting to shoot. I think that’s all I can say.

Guessing this will be the Nynaeve-Moghedien confrontation! The word 'exciting' makes me lean that way -- though we may get other key scenes from the books like Lan giving her his ring, not sure that would count as 'incredibly exciting to shoot' and would more likely be described as tender or sweet.

From one with Daniel:

One thing that is less present in the show so far compared to the books is Lan being kind of a mentor figure for Rand. Is there a chance we’ll get a little more of that as the show progresses?

Daniel Henney: I would say that I personally would not bet against it. I'm being shipped off in two months to a place very far away to shoot some really incredible stuff where I have to be in very good shape. I'm eating tree leaves and protein shakes, and I'm in a double training schedule right now, which could include some of the stuff you're talking about.

Another hint that we'll be getting Lan training Rand next season.

From a Dónal one from screenrant; this isn't about s3 but it's sweet:

Dónal Finn: It's great. I love the character very much for that reason. It’s a very human experience that when you're watching, you can go, “I can identify with that, because that person is trying to use levity and humor and lightness to make ease of someone else's difficult situation.” Even though it often can feel like he's kind of punching up or trying to jeer at Rand or something, he knows that it comes from a place of, like, “God, there's so much hard stuff going on for Rand in every day of his life that he needs somebody to do that.” Otherwise, when we meet him in Cairhien, if he doesn't have that—if he doesn't have Mat at that place—he may not laugh, and that's just really crap for your best friend.

I love this point here. I don't think I even realized how miserable as a baseline Rand was this season until we got that contrast of his reunion with Mat. We may be getting that dynamic continuing into s3.

Kate Fleetwood with dragonmount:

KF: Lots of things happen in Season Three... yeah… they sat me down and were like, “This is what we are planning for you in Season Three.” I was, whoaa! Ok…

Very vague, but interesting! I wonder if Liandrin will be a tug-of-rope between Moghedien and Lanfear next season, because Lanfear snagged her from Ishamael but Moggy might snag her from Lanfear.

The tiniest of s3 hints from Ayoola:

AS: A combination of things, I think like, it’s the writers and it is Naomi, my dialect coach, and I kind of spoke about that, it is that humor that the Aiel have that's kind of, can catch you off guard and isn't necessarily funny to everyone but they find it amusing… just where that hits I think and just kind of the situations and we're able to play with that and bring that in.  Also, Aviendha is kind of a little bit more cheeky than some of the other Aiel that we will encounter and kind of her humor is very much part of who she is. Just kind of playing around with that, and it just, it just came out and felt right.

We're gonna meet some serious Aiel in s3. Not a surprise, but good to hear!

Madeleine talked to decider.com:

So far what we know about next season is it’s going to be hugely inspired by The Shadow Rising. We’re going to see Rhuidean and Tel’aran’rhiod. Egwene is now coming out of being a damane. You know, is there anything about her experience with the Seanchan that might influence how she handles, say, another hard, foreign culture like the Aiel? Absolutely. Look, I think even from Season 1, we see that Egwene’s truly been a novice of the world and is fascinated with what is out there and what other people can teach her and what other cultures can teach her. I think she’s sort of taken little bits of the Two Rivers, the White Tower, the Seanchan… And, you know, she goes on this journey to the Aiel Waste and ultimately will, no doubt, learn a lot there as well. So I think she’s just like a big sponge for the world and wants to learn. 

Confirmation that Egwene is going to the Aiel Waste, which makes sense, given that's her TSR plotline. Also, Egwene as a big sponge for the world and constantly learning is just... absolute 100% Egwene.

Josha talked to looper.com:

For Rand, Season 2 was about finding himself and realizing that he can't run away from it. He needs to do it with the people he loves. Season 3 is finally time for facing what he has to face. He's owning that prophecy more, and we see glimpses of why Rand is the Dragon Reborn and why he'll end up where he needs to end up. As that evolution's taking place, what do you do to get into character as this character is evolving? I'm very lucky that I have 14 books, which I have read, and that has given me a lot. I really understand Rand, and it's a lot of things. It's the conversations I have with Rafe [Judkins], the directors, and the writers. It's playing with all these amazing actors. It's the sets. Everything feels so real, and at the end of Season 3, we go to South Africa for two months, and being in that environment, all those things added up together, that helps you to get into the character.

Very exciting! We know that South Africa is Rhuidean, I believe, so very exciting to hear.

Also, Season 3, that keeps on going, and that is a very interesting area to explore because Lanfear is the Devil, and you can't love the Devil. It feels at times that Lanfear is the only one that really understands Rand, and because Rand is often very lonely in what he feels and sees, it seems like, at times, he can't express it to anyone else, and she's exactly what he needs — but she's the devil. That was very interesting for us to explore, and I secretly hope that Rand and Lanfear marry, but I don't think that will happen.

lol @ Josha. Anyway, yes, they're going to be exploring Lanfear trying to tempt/manipulate Rand more in s3, sounds like, so she isn't going to pay attention to Moghedien's warning for too long.

Again, without spoilers, what's next for Rand and the Emond's Field Five heading into Season 3? What can we expect? That's a good question. What can you expect for Season 3 without getting into spoilers? Well, they're together again. There is way more togetherness than in Season 2. That's exciting. It is fun to follow all of you guys, but there's a lot more momentum when you're all together. That's also quite hard for them, because these main characters all need to become something eventually. Because they are so close, it also creates some inner conflict. Rand, for example — if someone has been to your first birthday parties, it is very hard to become the most powerful channeler in the world and also the most dangerous man in the world, because they know your parents and they know who you were. That is one of the struggles they're facing now that they're together at the start of Season 3.

I would like to paste that last sentence from his first answer directly into the brains of everyone at reddit who believes that s3 is going to start with everyone all split up into separate plotlines and we're not going to get any group interactions.

Great answers from Josha in this one!

Screenrant also talked to him:

How do you interpret Rand’s relationship with Egwene in season 2? It’s romantic in the first season; do you feel like there’s a thread of that still there?

Josha Stradowski: I think a thread of that romantic relationship is definitely still there, because it gives this feeling of home for the both of them. They have been to each other's birthday parties. I think that is, on a human level, very [much] what they both need. But I think it also might transition to something else; more like a brother/sister kind of love. But that’s season three, maybe.

I'm really glad they asked him about Egwene!

Rand only reunites with his friends from the Two Rivers at the end of the season, and we haven’t seen how they are around him [after] knowing that he’s the Dragon yet. Can you say anything about what that dynamic is for season 3? Are they afraid of him?

Josha Stradowski: I think for all the main characters, they get what they need, and that is each other, but for all of them comes the internal conflict that they also feel like they need to become something else. It's like this growing pain, and I think Rand has that quite a lot. I feel like he wants to be there for his friends, he knows that he needs to be there for them to protect them, and the other way around as well, but he also needs to become the most dangerous men alive. How can you do that with someone that knows your dad, or the girl who kissed you for the first time? I don't know if that's Egwene, but in my head it is. So, I feel like they all struggle with this growing pain, but you see why they are friends, and you see why they are together; why they are the main characters of this story.

More that implies that we're going to be seeing EF5 interactions before they split up.

Collider also talked to him:

I've been reading the books, as well, and I think that's one of the sadder parts of Rand's journey, as you see how he's viewed through other characters, and the sadness of them reconciling their memories of him with the person that he now is kind of forced to become. Speaking of love relationships, though, I talked to Ceara and Rafe about Rand and Elayne's first meeting. What was important to capture in hinting at what this relationship is going to be, as well as the surprise of that connection? It feels like these are two people looking at each other for the first time and thinking, “You're going to be someone special.” STRADOWSKI: Yes. And that's what I take away, quite often, from the books as well. I have that with Selene, for example. There are a lot of moments where Rand can't get a word out of his mouth because he's so in shock at the beauty of this woman in front of him — and we didn't really have that with Selene, not like that in the TV show, but we did have it for Elayne. It's, like you said, a hint of what it could be, but I feel like it's subtle. It's a gradual thing which needs to be organic, and we might have some of that in Season 3, but I can't spoil that.

He talks a lot more openly about Selene/Lanfear in general -- which makes sense, because that's the relationship that was on the screen in front of us, while the Elayne relationship is gonna have a lot more spoilers involved -- but we get this hint here and I like hearing that the plan for Rand & Elayne is to be gradual and organic (which will be a big contrast to how the Rand/'Selene' relationship was introduced).

I will point out that Josha seems pretty careful overall about spoilers, mostly talking about things pretty vaguely and with ambiguity, so it feels like part of why he's talking about Lanfear so much is because she's one of the few things he's allowed to openly talk about at this point.

Lan training Rand is something that I think fans are excited to see, so I'll ask you the same question that I asked Daniel: can we look forward to that in Season 3? STRADOWSKI: What did Daniel say? He said he's back on the Warder diet, but then he also referenced your recent Instagram post and said that he needs to trim up to stand next to you. STRADOWSKI: Well, you can tell him I'm on the Dragon diet. Like you said, I'm also very excited to finally see some Lan/Rand swordfighting. I think it's time.

It cracks me up that Josha feels out how much Daniel might have spoiled before he says anything.

[salemoleander]

Btw, without offering any spoilers - when or if you decide to play it (whether in Early Access or once it releases or whenever), Hades II is a lot more interesting if you don't go in assuming the protagonist's side is right.

(Absolutely not saying the antagonist is right either! It's just that there's a lot more moral grey area than the first game, and it's easy to accidentally gloss over because the tone of the game is still relatively light.)

[fleouriarts]

feeling bad about my art lately. will probably not post for a while. but i wanted to at least dump some stuff here before i retreat into my hidey hole

[abirdie]

Gael García Bernal in Me estás matando, Susana (2016, dir. Roberto Sneider)

(these gifs also feature Verónica Echegui)

Gifs are all 540px wide so you can click to see larger.

[other gael filmography gifsets]

[exoscreamsoda]

i really really want there to be a crazy plottwist where they make daniel a blood relative to lestat or louis and thats one of the reasons louis was so intrigued by him. do i have any basis for this thought? no. have i read the books? clearly not.

[kindahoping4forever]

looks like cal is in australia!! (im like 99% sure the video from his story was filmed in a jb hi-fi which is an australian tech/record store). do we think we're getting some aussie radio promo from him? (i really hope so, 5sos' aussie promo is so good, they always seem really comfortable with the interviewers and radio hosts there). Or maybe hes just there to attend lukes crown performance thingy?

Lmao I was also thinking that looked like a JB Hi-Fi as well! 😁🤝 Cal popping up in Australia was a surprise but yeah it would def make sense for it to be promo related! Since it appears EMI Australia is the album's primary label, I'm assuming the majority of the marketing and promo would be focused over there. Hopefully we'll start seeing some content now that he's in the country. 😌