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[rozugold]

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[cashmoneychiyo]

[EXCLUSIVE* SNEAK PEAK OF "THE COMIC BANG" COMIC ADAPTATION]

Tired of waiting for the Chinese drama adaptation The Comic Bang to come out like literally every other GSNK and C-drama fan out there? There are once again speculations that it's coming out soon, but we recommend you just stop taking the bait and hold your breath until that first episode is well and truly streaming somewhere.

Well have no fear, exactly two years after witnessing that fabulous and totally legit Episode 1 preview, the producers made a surprise announcement that a comic adaptation of the drama will be released, and we've got a preview of Chapter 1! Aka basically the GSNK manga but replaced with absolutely real footage from the drama itself!

Pretty funny adaptation cycle we've got going on and also funny we're getting this before the drama in question, but oh well we'll take any content at this point 🫡

[captainsjack]

au where gus is a little too stupid and repressed so when shawn finally does take the chance and tells him he loves him, well gus has to let him down (gently of course) because he’s straight. (“you know if i was then you’d–” “please don’t finish that sentence”). and it hurts gus to see shawn so broken in front of him and to see how much it affects him and how hard it is for him to even hide it, and if gus could change anything in the world this would be it because he’d do anything to make shawn happy. but that’s not how life works, is it?

and i think it takes a long time, the better part of a year, for him to figure everything out. but eventually he does, because it’s all he thinks about. why did it hurt so much to tell shawn no? why did it feel so wrong to say those words? why does it feel like there’s something missing when he already knows that what’s missing is something he doesn’t want? (he doesn’t? right?). and i think it’s gradual, something he keeps thinking about and questioning in the back of his mind for a long time, and idk how he gets there, maybe there’s an ‘oh’ moment when he looks at shawn one day, maybe he wakes up and everything just clicks, or maybe it’s even subtler than that. but eventually gus realizes that he’s gay and in love with shawn (and has been for a lot longer than he’d like to admit).

he sits with it for a while before he decides to say anything because he has to make sure, really sure, because this isn’t something he can screw up. but eventually he’s confident enough to want to tell shawn, and when he finally decides to do it, he’s struck with the realization that he might be too late. he might’ve missed his chance. shawn told him he loved him almost a year ago and gus doesn’t know just how far his feelings went, so what if shawn was over him by now. he’s acted like it after the first few weeks, so what if gus is too late?

but then i think gus would suck it up and tell him anyway because if there was even the slightest of a chance that shawn still loved him, then gus would take that chance over the millions of ways it could go wrong. if shawn could be brave and do it then so could he.

i think he plans a speech, spends too much time going over all the words and apologies and explanations, making sure he has it all memorized, but when shawn answers the door, all the words in the world other than four disappear. when shawn looks at him as gus shoves his way out of the rain and into his apartment, as his breath shakes and startles and stops at all the what ifs, the only words he can find are “am i too late?”

shawn frowns and looks around a little, because, “i don’t think so, it’s only 8:30. wh–” and then gus shakes his head and grips his sleeve so tight his fingers hurt and his voice breaks a little as he says “no, shawn, am i too late?”

shawn blinks, and gus is still looking at him, eyes big and wide and wet, and then shawn softens as he realizes what gus is asking. he swallows over the lump in his throat and all it takes is a little shake of his head for gus to take the leap and kiss him.

[oppysbabydoll]

I'd like to request tfp ratchet x transmasc reader ^^

hey, thanks for the ask! i appreciate it. sorry for the late reply; i hope you enjoy!

tfp ratchet x transmasc reader (sfw)

once again reiterating: i don’t subscribe to the idea that the transformers follow humans conventions of gender. so hearing transmasc doesn’t equate to man confuses him. i wouldn’t even say he has a hard time seperating the two concepts than just… understanding the differences between gender

for him, our existence itself takes time getting used to. he initially has trouble even identifying one human from the other because he’s so unused to our appearances. it’s like seeing a bunch of quintisessions—you’re so off caught by how… Non Cybertronian they are, you don’t really take into account how each one is different individually. yours included </3

fortunately, he gets better! as you two met on your job as the cybertronian-human relations diplomat, he becomes accustomed to your appearance. from your small height (to him, at least), your soft eyes, your… hair (is what other beings of your species had referred to it) to the scrunched up expression you gain as you perform paperwork, your appearance is a sight for sore eyes

“you changed your look,” ratchet comments. you look up from your papers. for once, he isn’t looking at the computer, completely ignoring your existence. instead, his eyes—optics, you correct yourself—are wide, completely caught off guard. staring right at your hair.

you give a hesitant smile, ignoring the fear of judgement coursing through your body. “yeah.” you resist the urge to play with your hair; the new cut disallows you from doing so. “what do you think? do you like it?”

“it’s much shorter than your usual length.” he crosses his arms. “why?”

you bit your lips. you consider making up a reason, to give an excuse but… you clench your fists. you promised yourself you wouldn’t hide. not anymore. that was the purpose of this haircut.

“i’m trans,” you admit. “transmasc, to be specific. despite being afab—assigned female at birth, i don’t follow their standards.” a hand goes to your hair, touching a few strands. his optics follow the direction of your hands. you watch him carefully. “one standard is long hair. so i cut my hair to go against the mold.” you scratch your head. “to better fit my identity.”

there’s a contemplative silence from ratchet’s end. you ignore your desire to run. yet you cannot help but let your eyes stay glued to the floor, transfixed to a particular crack in the ground.

“my opinion on your… haircut, is irrelevant.” you meet his gaze. maybe it was the light but… the neon blue seem oddly gentle. “what matters is if this style reflects your identity.” head tilt. “does it, [name]?”

you smile; you can see pearly whites reflected in his optics. “it does.”

[ask-chibi-len-rin-kagamine]

Come one, come all!

To the Octoberloids corn maze! Get lost in the fun, but don't stay too long. You might not find you're way out ever again.

As the new norm, we have expanded this fun event to all those who love vocaloids! It is no longer limited to just ask blogs. All can participate! Just make sure whatever you wish to do for this even, be it participating via ask blogging, drawing art of your favorite vocaloid having fun, or writing, is vocaloid related.

Schedule/Guidelines

Week 1: Costume reveals/Arrival

Week 2 and 3: The fun begins!

Week 4: Trick or Treating

As always, these are more of a guide and each week can blend into the next.

Please tag all event related posts with octoberloid2024

Be respectful of others, spread the word, and Have Fun!

[dickensdaily]

Choosing Our Next Novel

People of tumblr! I may also send out an email about this, but I just want to gauge initial thoughts for our next novel. The below is every work that would start in April or earlier. It’s probably too short notice to start Martin Chuzzlewit, but there are several other options.

Jan 2025 - July 2026 (1 year and a half) - Martin Chuzzlewit Mar 2025 - Sep 2026 (1 year and a half) - Nicholas Nickleby Mar 2025 - Sep 2026 (1 year and a half) - Bleak House Apr 2025 - Nov 2026 (1 year and a half) - The Pickwick Papers Apr 2025 - Feb 2026 (11 months) - The Old Curiosity Shop Apr 2025 - Aug 2025 (5 months) - Hard Times Apr 2025 - Nov 2025 (8 months) - A Tale of Two Cities Apr 2025 - Sep 2025 (6 months, but unfinished) - Edwin Drood

When I’ve run polls in the past, all the most successful options have been books that run for under a year. The only Dickens novels left that were serialised over the course of less than a year are the bolded ones above. Not including the unfinished The Mystery of Edwin Drood, there is a way to plan well in advance to minimise gaps and favour shorter-running works (so we read The Old Curiosity Shop Apr 2025 - Feb 2026, then A Tale of Two Cities Apr 2026 - Nov 2026, then Hard Times Apr 2027 - Aug 2027).

Does this appeal to people as an option? Or does such far-advanced planning seem overkill? And would it be better to keep some of the shorter ones for further down the line? Should we have another vote to allow for the possibility of a longer work winning this time? Help me make up my mind about this!

Thank you in advance for voting or letting me know your thoughts, and thank you to everyone who has joined in so far with Great Expectations and Barnaby Rudge!

[c-t-r-l14]

A RETROSPECTIVE, A REFLECTION, AND YES, ANOTHER DAMN ALEX RANT.

What I find the most amusing is the fact that Saku likes my rants about Alex.

At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if ya’ll know me as, “That One Girl Who Despises Alex”, because I write about how mad he makes me, and have MULTIPLE RANTS about how much I dislike him and his gaslighting, excuse-making, manipulative, no-backbone having, crybaby bitch ass.

Like—I be jumping Alex, reading his ass for filth, and be downright destroying him and Saku reads it and is like “Lmao, good stuff”, and LIKES THE DAMN RANTS.

It’s really crazy because at first, I was really scared about posting my first ever rant about him, because before people saw just how immature Alex was being in the breakup audio, a lot of people were jumping listener in the comments and talking about how it was their fault that this happened in the first place. Now, listener is definitely NOT a saint, at all. Even though I sympathize with them, what they did was wrong—point BLANK. But the way their relationship ended wasn’t entirely their fault.

I remember reading the comments and there were some people who said, “Ugh, if listener just didn’t say anything at all, this would’ve never happened”, but that shit confuses me so much?? I do agree that they should’ve been more careful about their approach when it comes to confrontation, but if THIS is the way Alex reacts when Listener looses their cool and does something in the heat of the moment, who is to say that it wouldn’t happen at all? He was so damn quick to end a four year relationship over a mistake. He never put in any work to see why listener acted out that day. He never once tried to talk to them, he acknowledged the fact that they don’t usually act like this, made up stupidly flimsy excuses on why the relationship would supposedly would not work, said some out of pocket shit about them not being the right partner for a long distance relationship, AND THEN PROCEEDED TO GASLIGHT THEM into thinking that THEY were the crazy one for reacting to what he just said, tried to manipulate them into thinking that the reason why their relationship ended was all their fault, and tried to act like HE was the mature one by making the decision to end it in the first place—-

And you’re telling me you saw ALL OF THIS UNFOLD, and your first thought was, “Oh yeah, all of this is definitely listener’s fault. They had it coming, lmao. Good luck to Alex in the States.”

OH H E L L NO.

If he had been so quick to end his relationship of F O U R Y E A R S in a heartbeat over something he K N E W to be an out of character mistake, then what on God’s green Earth would make ya’ll think that he’d stick around had listener stayed silent???? Listener will make mistakes, and there will come a time when their emotions will get the best of them (as it does with all of us), and you guys really believe that Alex’s fickle, emotional whiplash having, “this would be good for us, we both wouldn’t be tied down anymore 🥺” headass would still stay then???

Because, HE W O U L D N ‘ T.

He saw the opportunity to leave, and he took it. He already had his mind made from the jump when he told his mother and father, his friends, his acquaintances, his ancestors—and the ENTIRE W O R L D that he was taking that NYC job and his partner was last to know. Listener—-his own goddamn partner—-was the only person he needed to get rid of. They were his “burden” to bear, and he wanted to rid himself of it. And he didn’t want to seem like the bad guy, so he made excuses to make the break up easier on himself, pushed the blame away from him, and cried like the little baby back bitch he is in order to make it seem like this was such a hard decision to come to. He disregarded listener’s feelings, disregarded them as a whole, disrespected them, and left them with (probably) more trauma then what they started with.

I am sick and tired of seeing people blame the listener for everything that happened. They did not deserve the way they were broken up with at all. Alex isn’t a victim. He never was—and he stopped being the “mature one” (if you can even call it that) the moment those dumbass excuses came out of his slimy mouth.

For the people who were saying, “Alex deserves better than listener! I hope he finds a new partner.” Ya’ll need to realize that if this is how he acts when listener makes a mistake, he will do the absolute same thing with his future partners. He will give up the entire relationship and make an exit plan as soon as they do something even a little bit out of character. People who fold that easily and refuse to put effort in their relationship will NEVER KEEP IT. He will end up being single, and I know he’s the type of person who will never consider himself as a factor as to why his relationships all end in faliure because he has such a victim complex.

This man deserves absolutley nothing, ya’ll! NOTHING!

And I hope that one day, he realizes what he did was wrong, and apologizes to them. I will literally not be able to die peacefully if this doesn’t happen.

The craziest thing is that back in the olden days (four months ago), I would’ve been so scared to publish this whole rant, ya’ll. 😭 My dislike for Alex has been a hyper-fixation that held me in a massive chokehold—and I was honestly scared I was going to get hated on for not liking him (as well as my reasons for disliking him in the first place). But in the most strange turn of events, a lot of people share the same disdain I have for him too, and the comments on that break-up audio is now more critical toward Alex than it is toward listener, and these were both really big shocks to me. I’m really happy that a lot of people enjoy my rants, and even more happier (and surprised) to see Saku HIMSELF like my rant posts too.

Like literally ya’ll, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The love ya’ll leave for these rants are the reasons why I feel more and more confident to make them in the first place, and I appreciate it all very much.

So, here’s to next year, and to all the rants I’ll make in the future! And I hope we’ll all have a great year!

(Except for you, Alex. I hope your credit card declines when you try to pay for that $2.90 train fare and nobody opens the emergency door for you).

[ladychandraofthemoone]

🐉新年快乐🧧

Happy Lunar New Year 🧧 🏮from Yong Bao & Hong Mei

Background that I copied from Freepik Premium Vector

[surreal-duck]

between my laptop battery blowing up and probably being due for a new drawing tablet that isnt a nearly decade old model with nib replacements running out i fear i wont be able to doodle much for quite some time

will probably take out the old sketchbook at best and sudoku books at worst but even so. the agony has come to claim me once more

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Patchy my love, my life, my dearest dear. I'm here to to look at your books of old. I'm not sure which to pick, so perhaps you have a recommendation for me?

Hello Nemo, my most darling adventurer of the deep. How wonderful it is for me to see you here! I can see that you are wanting to join in on the celebrations of my little shop, and for that, I am forever grateful - after all, where would I be if it weren't for consistent patrons like yourself.💛

And I am more than happy to help you choose a book from my many shelves, we wouldn't want you walking away with one you weren't too keen on or one you simply would not like.

If you will allow me, I would love to give you one of my favourite as a token of my thanks and friendship 🔮

Your breathing was labored and all you could hear was the sound of the wind rushing through your one beautifully styled hair as you made you way passed the polished marbled and stone floors the castle was made of; the heavy skirts of your dressed bunched in your hands as you stumbled about trying not to lose the speed and distance you had created.

What you were running from, you could not recall – at least not at first – for your mind was still locked in a haze, one of from realm far from this, of reading upon inked words on a page. The loud chiming of the bells around you, signalling the twelfth hour of the night, urged your forward as epinephrine ran through your blood. The more rang that louder it became within your ears, the ringing filled your senses and made you almost delirious to what their call meant to you at that moment.

That you had to leave.

To run and hide away from the man who was following after you, one whose stride far outmatched yours and was gaining on you with every step. For if he caught up to you, who knows what would befall upon you should be find out the truth – that you were not a fair maiden, perhaps akin to a visiting royal, but a mere servant stuck to serve those who would never appreciate you as you deserved.

‘He could not know, and he would not know.’ That was the mantra that ran through your mind as you made a mad dash back to where your horse and carriage were, to try and leave behind this world of polish and beauty, of odd serenity, and to go back to where you belonged.

For this world was only meant for you for however long the magic spell cast upon you deemed it fit. A blessing given to you by a haggard woman begging for your aide, one that transformed before your eyes and for kindness she would gift you one in turn. She turned your worn clothes into a beautiful silver gown, the mice at your feet into beautiful steads, and the old pumpkin that you were to harvest into a grand carriage. To finish it all, she adorned your poor bruised feet, ones that barely knew comfort, glass slippers – ones only meant for you.

She then wished you well, helping you to gather your skits and place you within the coupe she so graciously gave you, to enjoy the night at the grand ball the royal family had been hosting; the event you could not attend given your low station and lack funds for a decent dress.

You had never known such luxury, nor the privileges it gave or how much better those around you acted to your presence with it. For the moment you stepped out onto the lustrous marbled floors of the palace, the people within it treated you like you were their own; with warm smiles and murmured words of flattery instead of rebuffs and scoffs you had grown accustomed to.

You even got to meet the Prince.

Something so wonderous, so out of your world that only in your deepest dreams could you conjure meeting him, that you couldn’t help but gape up at him as you tired to stutter a response; shying your head downward after a moment in embarrassment.

Though it seemed merely charming to him moreso than irritating, if his reassuring laughter was anything to go by as he took hold of your gloved hand and brought your knuckles to his lips “I am Prince Thorin, a son in the House Oakenshield. And I must say you have caught me by surprise.”

It took you a moment, swallowing down your nerves as you tried not to become so overwhelmed by his gesture or closeness to you, before you managed to squeak out “A-and why is that, your highness?”

“I know every maiden in my court, and those of neighboring lands, and yet I have not met you” He replied, standing to a more full height, though still slightly crowding you as his voice took a more hushed tone “Though, I would like to.”

His charming smiling made your knees buckle, as you struggled to breathe; that little hitch in your breath made his grin wider as he leaned down closer to you, “Would you allow me a dance?”

And who were you to say no? Who were you to try and tear your hand away from his as he gently coaxed you towards him and the throws of people gliding so effortlessly to the beautiful tones the musicians made. You were nothing if not someone being swept up in a grand romance, one you have only read about – you would be a fool, and call yourself such, if you didn’t allow yourself to be lost in it all as you fell in the warm embrace of his arms the whole night.

But such foolishness is why you were in this such a state now. Dishevelled and exhausted as you cursed yourself for not paying more attention; for not properly heading that mystic woman’s warning of when the magic she had casted would wane. Now here you were scurrying away like a rabbit in a chase as you tired to make it out of the castle and back home before your horse and carriage, before your façade, would be taken away.

Though in your haste you lost your footing. With a strangled cry you fell down the few stairs that you have been rushing down. Though you were grateful for the plush fabric of your dress to help break your fall, your ankle still ebbed and flowed with fresh pain as you struggled to get back up.

“My lady! Wait, please!” You heard him call out as he appeared before you at the top of the very grand staircase you had just cleared.

With him so close you could not bring yourself to go back to the glass slipper that had fallen from your foot in your stumble; instead having to leave it behind if it meant saving yourself from the embarrassment of him finding out the truth.

Though you wished to keep both slippers for future use, you were grateful for the small distraction to gave to Thorin to allow yourself time to get into your carriage, begging for your footman to hurry for time was running out. Sighing in slight relief once the vessel had begun it’s movements, but that sigh of relief was quickly turned into a sharp inhale as you watched as watched as royal guards upon their steeds, raced to chase after you.

Over hill and yonder they gained upon you, as your magic began to wear off. Your footman blinking between the fox he was before, your poor horses one by one turning back into mice as your carriage was slowly shrinking back down into the pumpkin it once was. Quickly you were careening into the stone path before you as you held your breath over the impact of the grassy hill upon you….

~

With a sharp breath your body nearly jolted out of its skin as you felt a warm hand rest upon your shoulder; you looked up to see the kind peddler who had allowed you respite here and allowed you to read a book that had caught your eye before purchasing it.

“Sorry…’ You managed to say between labored breaths, closing the book in your lap with a small thud as you began to stand.

“Never apologize,” She smiled kindly, helping you stand upon your own two feet “I very much like when my patrons enjoy the trinkets and novelties I provide.”

She pushed the book she had given you further into your hands as her smile grew wider “And I can tell you like this story~”

I do hope you are aware that what you read may be nothing more than ink on a page. As well, I do hope you know that I am not a shaman who will trick you with visions and nothing more; that the items I give are real as the ground beneath your feet.

Suppose all this to say, that he may have been chasing after you in a fairytale, that does not mean that a man like him is not chasing after you - pining after you. In fact, I would not be surprised if you ran into him after leaving my shop 🔮

I do hope you wish to keep what you found, for all 'sales' are final

[someone-you-do-not-know]

@romano-kinnie and I were talking on the discord server about the biggest fight spamano ever had, and here's a drabble about it.

Neither could really remember how they had gotten into this fight, but maybe it did not actually matter. Romano just wanted to defuse the situation, that was all that mattered right now. “Stop pretending like you’re not human, Antonio! You’re as human as the rest of us nations. We may be nations, but we feel and act and die like mortals, even if it takes a longer time. We’re human, just like them.” 

“… No.” Spain’s calmness took Romano aback. They had both been yelling at each other for at least an hour, and when they got into real arguments like this, Spain was rarely the one to concede first.

“The hell do you mean, no?” 

“You may be, everyone else may be, but I’m not. Not really. I’ve told you time and time again, you make me human. If it weren’t for you–” 

That just pissed Romano off again, and he was back to yelling, “That’s exactly what I’m fucking talking about! It’s not true, you’re being stupid like always, and you need to let go of this silly fear from ages ago–” 

Spain just raised his brows, seemingly perfectly at ease, “Oh, yeah? Like you’ve let go of all your fears from your childhood, Romanito?” 

Romanito. Spain never called him that, not in the last half-millennium of their ever-changing relationship. Not since they had gotten to know each other’s fears, dreams, hopes, and what made them tick. Little Roman. A most hated nickname, one that reminded Romano of all his flaws and imperfections. A reminder of an inferiority complex he had gotten so good at ignoring that most people thought him arrogant. A reminder that he had been abandoned and never could meet anyone’s expectations, least of all his own. His breath hitched, and he felt tears form in the corner of his eyes, “… that was just low.” 

“Well, that’s what I am.” 

After what Spain had just said, Romano had no wish to defend him. Not from himself at least. 

“I’m cruel, and messy, and wicked, and I need you. At least if you want me to be anything else.” Spain smiled the fakest smile Romano has ever seen, and held out his arms as if expecting Romano to embrace him – or hit him. “Don’t you see? Without you, I’m nothing.” 

“… That’s…” Romano had no desire to even touch Spain, not when he was acting like this, “if you really think so, you don’t fucking deserve me, you asshole.” 

“No, I don’t. I never have.” He shrugged ever so nonchalantly, as if he was shrugging off all the weight of the Southern half of Italy. 

“Fine.” Romano’s tone was ice cold, and Spain knew it was anything but. If he was less furious, he would give Romano a smile, a real smile, and tell him he was sorry, grovel at his beloved’s feet and tell him that he did not mean it. But Spain meant what he said, and he was not going to take it back. After what felt like a year, Romano said, “I’m fucking leaving then. Since my presence is so fucking humanising to you. Must be humiliating to feel like that, Ánto. I’m sure a big colonising ex-empire like you don’t need someone like me around to be human with.”

Romano knew exactly what he was doing, because Spain was not the only one with access to the matches and gasoline in their relationship. Spain’s eyes clouded over for a moment, “you’re right, that’s what you want to hear, isn’t it? Well, you are. I don’t need you as a nation. I never needed you to be a nation. But how long until you start feeling lonely, Romano? There’s not a lot of men around who can stand your tongue.”

“I can have anyone I damn well want! I’m leaving, and you’ll have to come crawling back if you ever want to even look at me again.”

“You know I won’t. You’ll be the one to crawl back to me first.”

“No, I won’t.”

They glared at each other, and Romano wanted to lean forward and apologise for everything, yet at the same time, he felt his own stubbornness rise within him. Before he could make up his mind, Spain huffed, and said, “Fine.” he turned on his feet, storming off as if he could not get away fast enough. Romano knew exactly where he was headed, but he was not so weak as to follow him.

“Fine!” Romano yelled after him. He left and he did not look back.

[mirmidones]

3.40 i woke up bc i was cold and needed to pee and now i can't fall back asleep i keep thinking of the people i accidentally ghosted. is it ghosted if there was no intent to ghost? i feel so bad and it's not even like i don't think about them i often do think "i should really reply to them... once this is over ill properly sit down and write them... " and then i don't bc something else happens and im dealing with that and the longer i leave it unanswered the more difficult it becomes because i feel so guilty and therefore want to do things properly not half assed but bc i feel so guilty a part of me also tends to avoid it even more. if i do this to you just know i'm really sorry and ill get back to you i swear

[thegrunkiest]

Hey hey so, just a friendly plea that when you're a guest at hotels/resorts - please give the workers providing you service due consideration, if nothing else.

Yes, we understand you pay a lot to stay at our resort for your vacation. Yes, we get paid to make your stay as comfortable as we can. But also understand that we're humans as well? We aren't the roombas in your house you can turn on at your command. You aren't the only guest we service; some days are busier than others and often times we're required to prioritize certain rooms over others.

It's frustrating for us too when we can't get to everything as fast as we like! - but we're required by brand standards to smile and be polite no matter how stressed or overwhelmed we are. We're trained on how important it is to conduct ourselves properly to appear friendly and accommodating. It'd be nice to receive the same decency in return sometime.

Also, I'm not sure if this is common across most hotels, but for the one I work at, if you call the front desk and request housekeeping service for your room, they will put a ticket in, and the housekeeper it's assigned to will make it their priority to complete at their earliest opportunity. If it was really that much of an issue that you get service, that you have to get entitled and passive-aggressive to the housekeeper - there were ways for you to communicate that to us beforehand! Hell, you could have even just approached me in the hall earlier and asked outright, instead of waiting to make an excuse to get pissed off! I had 15+ turnovers that take priority over the stayover I didn't know you so desperately fucking needed, thank you very much.

[threeletterslife]

readers parents. grabs them by the collar. U WILL APPRECIATE HER U BUMBLING OLD FOOLS. GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

its sooo hard bc readers parents remind me so much of my own,, somewhat overbearing,, detached but not detached???? u think theyre detached but the day u come to that conclusion suddenly their nice to u and everything feels normal again?? yeah. and i felt bad for them going into the middle when they started going into poverty but immediately!! immediately i dislike them again when they were all over jungkook just bc he had divinist potential rahhh i know how that feels,, being compared despite being the best version of urself for ur parents,,, ouhhh blood boils

unless it is unclear this is shake jungkook like an 8 ball anon haha,, gonna ramble a bit but my theory!! (puts on matpat hat) my theory is that i do not think reader will fall in love with jk again even after she regains her memories. despite having her memories back shes very different from who she used to be now + her yoongi situation not to mention yoongi and jk being so different in every way TT now im just thinking abt confronting hajin again,,, and hoseok,, will she retake her position as general i wonder.. what if she gives it up,, meets with her ex best friend,,, and something unfolds (i do not have that brain power to think more) i am also!! also very excited to see shit go down back in solaria i know yoongis PISSED pissed at his lieutenant rn grab popcorn everybody its time for drama,, and hopefully romance where reader and yoog get to live quiet lives in the countryside (yes im Still biased im weak for gentle guys okay general yoongi is so Gentle Guy. doesnt help that hes my ult bias gdhjska kisses jk on forehead sorry buddy)

I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS HALF A YEAR LATE 😭

Omg. I appreciate your theories so much. I don't want to spoil ANYTHING so I won't comment (IT'S KILLING ME), but I will say that I too am SO excited to share what happens AFTER the flashback scenes because you are very, very right. Shit will go down, and it's really gonna be time to grab some popcorn!!

[eddtober]

Did u see what official eddsworld posted?

Yeah, they've been doing their own Eddtober for a few years now

It gets a bit confusing when people post about it on tumblr since we have different prompts (and are unaffiliated with the actual EW crew) but we're gonna keep going anyway :p

[kingspuppet]

I miss writing and you guys so much. ;3; I hope you've all been doing well. 💙