#put the wrong year initially oops

[ugartecoco]

bay vs bvb 30.03.24

[starlinggirll]

can u tell the story how was the house with the boys before exhusband!art nd reader get divorced? 🥺🥺🥺, i wanna now how they face each other, touch each other, speak to their kids, nd do the gentle parenting, thank uuu luvs

pre-divorce!art . . . (what caused the divorce muehehe)

at the start of the marriage, it was beautiful. he constantly put you first, his time was obviously restricted due to tennis but you were always first!

then you got pregnant, and his attention zeroed on you and the twins even more. he sometimes went as far as missing practices just to make sure you arent alone for too long with two screaming toddlers.

he would be there for tantrums, late night diaper changes. sometimes if the kids were too fussy he would insist on letting them cry it out, "they need to learn when to stop crying," he said, but next thing he knew there was two tiny babies pressed inbetween you both in the bed.

he would be the more strict parent, but that was only because you were more of the "cool parent" for letting the boys get away with mischiefs!

things went good for like . . . 4 years.

during those years he was the best husband/father you could of asked for. in the bed he was amazing, gentle but firm. and regardless of his schedule he always made time for the babies, always going to teacher meetings, games, and bonding with them as much as he could.

but then he started slowly drifting? he put you and the kids more and more on the back burner, putting more attention to his career and less attention to you and the kids.

you didnt blame him, tennis was his whole life before you wormed your way into his heart. but it still hurt watching him pay less mind to the you. he stopped touching you, you both went months without cuddling once you realized you were initiating every single physical touch. but it hurt more with the kids. he stopped going to their games, your heart breaking when they asked, "where's daddy?" or, "he promised he would be here!" watching their tiny frowns broke your heart.

you would be lying if you said you didnt blame yourself for it. you spent nights wondering where it all went wrong. trying to figure out what happened, did he find another girl? did he get bored of you?

you tried to talk to him about it, and all he tells you is a "im just tired, dont worry baby." with a kiss on your forehead. he deflects, hard. you know he doesn't like opening up, but you thought that 10 years of being together meant he would be open with you.

you decided to finally divorce him when he missed the boys birthdays. all of your family and friends went, his friends even went, and him? gone. when he came late at night you crashed out on him, asking him with tears what did you do wrong, begging him be more of a dad and husband.

he did change, for a few weeks. but u still proceeded with the divorce when your mother told you AND your boys deserved better than that. the divorce was . . . complicated. he begged you alot to stay, to not 'break apart' the family. he did try to manipulate you a bit, but in the end he realized that he was hurting you and the boys. that doesn't stop him from trying to get you back.

and you know that eventually, if he keeps putting genuine effort you'll get back together with him. he needs to show you that he REALLY wants u, want the family back. and slowly but surely, it's working. he just prays you'll give a second chance to prove that you and the twins are his whole world.

i took advantage of this ask to give a bit of backstory as to why they got divorced...oops! 😭

[lilyarchived]

too late [john price]

a/n: I wasn't originally gonna write anything yet because I still feel absolute dogshit, but this post by @gloomyyangel was too yummy to ignore.  I don’t really like this but what else can I do? Write some more? (gunshots)

warnings: smut after keep reading! (go away minors), swearing, hurt NO comfort, fem reader, mean!price at the start, 1.7k words oops, Lowkey abrupt ending.

summary: you let price imagine you as his ex wife because it will hurt even more to let him go, but what happens if he finally tries to make it up to you?

“F-fuuuck..” your husband groans. “Feels,, sso good, angie..” The sound of another woman’s name should be enough to make you feel bad, be enraged, scream at him, go apeshit crazy, right? Your whimpers of pleasure say so otherwise. It has been like this for years, you’ve come to terms that your husband, Captain John Price, will always see you as his ex wife. At some point you feel bad for yourself, you wouldn’t have let this shit slide. Hell, you wouldn’t even settle for a rich, handsome man all because he told you women should just stay quiet. The bitch slap you gave that man before storming out the restaurant stays engraved in the back of your mind, good days. 

But now? Now you’re settling for a man to imagine as if you’re his ex? Since when did your standards fall down to the deepest pit in the ocean? “ ‘m close, fuck, so tight for me.” You didn’t know whether to feel flustered or disgusted at the praise, knowing damn well he’s talking to angie in his mind. You gasp as your orgasm suddenly takes over your whole body, basking in that sweet, sweet pleasure. Hey, he can be a dick husband and still make you cum, nothing wrong with that. He follows suit after a few more thrusts, his hands beside your head grasping at the satin sheets. His moans ring through your ear until he finally plops down beside you.

You don’t expect him to clean up. At Least not like he used to. You get up to clean yourself before going back in the room with a warm and wet washcloth. You clean your husband up before noticing he’s already fast asleep. How did you ever get here? From your handsome Captain flattering you, taking you out on dates, treating you as if you are the sun keeping him warm, putting your pleasure first, and actually caring about you; to this man, ever so distant, calling you his ex wife’s name, never talking to you unless it’s work related or if he needs to let out some energy. And why the hell are you letting this happen? A man? Taking advantage of you? Making you some sort of sex doll?

You wish you could just be mad about it, scream and punch and cry, do anything to avenge your poor self. Yet you can’t. You love him too much, you love him like he painted the morning orange sky above, you love him like he hung up the moon and stars. You love him. Only Simon knows about his behaviour, you were a bit sceptical telling him everything since he always thought so highly of the captain, you feared he would take his side and tell you to get over yourself. You hadn’t expected him to pull you in a tight hug and whisper to you that you should leave him. You cried for the first time in a long time that night.

Snapping back to reality, you get dressed in your sleeping clothes and settle next to your sleeping husband. Staring into his shut eyes, wondering where you went wrong. You let your eyes droop to sleep, preparing your mind for another unbearable day tomorrow.

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As months passed, you and John were still together, happy, no, but still married. You start to grow numb, never once batting an eyelash when he cums again after moaning “angie”. What an annoying sound in your ears it was. Don’t get me wrong, you still felt good whenever he decided to initiate something sexual with you. Your moans and whines fill the air alongside the sound of slapping skin. Simon gives you the usual disappointed look, but you honestly can’t tell if that’s his resting face or not. Then, everything changes.

“Darling, d’you wanna get food with me?” You freeze on the empty couch in the equally empty rec room. The sound of John’s voice making your heart skip a beat. He has never asked you to eat out with him, well ever since he normalised moaning a different name in bed. It’s like all his intimacy and chivalry left with your dignity. “Umm, I just had dinner Sergeant Garrick, Captain. I’m set for the night..” you reply after you peeked behind you, making sure he was talking to you. “At ease, I’m talking to you as my wife, [Y/N]” You let out a forced chuckle before going back to the book you were reading. “Why were you out with Kyle?” you hear him mutter. He can’t be serious. “..We were both free and hungry?” you reply in a meek voice. “I was free. Couldn’t even be bothered to ask your husband first?” 

The way your blood was boiling the moment that stupid sentence left his mouth. Why does he care? Does he think that he can moan a different woman’s name in bed and get away with it but you going out for dinner with a friend is all of a sudden, adultery? “You told me you’d be busy the whole day. Why is it a big deal I went out with Gaz? It’s not like I’ve been saying his name during sex.” You quickly shut your eyes, you didn’t mean to say that last part out loud. You prepared for his anger, instead you were met with a deep sigh. “I’ll let you be.” He says defeatedly, walking away from the scene. You see a confused Simon in the corner before squealing out of surprise. “How long have you been there, freak?” Simon only chuckles, “Tha’ don’t matter, Cap’n looks devastated. Ya think he’s been feeling guilty?” He sips on his black tea, you remove the hand clutching your shirt near the beat of your heart. “I don’t know, and I don’t care.” You fall face down on the couch to scream, ignoring Simon’s deep voice laughing at your pain.

What you both didn’t know is that John has been feeling bad for how he’s been treating you. He would notice your soft giggles echoing the hallways as Johnny picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, at how pretty you look in casual clothes, how your hair flows during bar hopping nights with the team, how your face shines in the city lights. How your nose scrunches when you get teased by Simon for liking your coffee too sweet. How beautiful you sound when he’s feeling you up and down, your surprised gasps as he rubs your clit in circles, how sinfully angelic you look when you come undone. Fuck, he really messed up.

So he makes it up to you, he cuddles after ruining your guts, he cleans you up, he wakes up before you to cook you breakfast. He makes your coffee the way you like it, gets you flowers every now and then, kisses you more passionately rather than his usual rushed ones. He loves you tenderly but it all seems foreign, even though he used to do it for the first few years of your relationship, you had already forgotten how it feels like to be loved by this man.

You feel nauseated. How could he go back to the way things were, like he hasn’t been giving you the cold shoulder for months now? Why now? WHY now? Why NOW? You stay cautious, every sweet move he’s doing puts you on edge. You knock on your Lieutenant’s door before he tells you to “come in” with that same ol’ gruff voice. As the night rolls in, you’ve already told him everything Price was doing, how he kept acting lovingly without addressing the past few months. He tells you you have two options: to confront him, or to go along with it. Neither of it seems appealing to you but deep down, you know he’s right. 

You thank Simon for the advice leaving his room to confront your husband tonight. The minute you walk into John’s room, his face lights up and asks you if you’ve eaten.  You scoff as you tell him you need to talk. “Why are you doing this to me, John?” you finally speak up after staring into the same eyes you fell for. His face drops, eyebrows furrowing, “What do you mean by that, dove?” A sigh escapes your soft lips, “Don’t call me that, John. Don’t act as if you weren’t just calling me, imagining me as your ex wife during our most intimate times. Don’t act like you haven’t been ignoring me, acting as if I didn't exist ‘til you needed work done or if you needed to have a shag.” You let out, tears staining your cheeks. John reaches out to wipe them but you move his hand away. “I mean, was it all a joke to you? Did I mean nothing but a body for you to imagine as if you were still together with her?” John finally talks, “You know it’s not like that, [Y/N]-” 

“Then what, John? What is it like? God, you- you” hyperventilating now, you search for the right words to come out. “You changed me. Acting like nothing’s wrong and being all sweet won’t work on me. I gave up on whatever our relationship was a long time ago.” His breath hitches, “Baby, please-” “I should go.” you cut him off. “Please, I’ll do better, we can start over?” he pleads, grabbing your arm. “It’s not that easy, John.” “Loving you is easy. I love you like it’s breathing. Please. You mean the world to me. I can’t let you go knowing i fucked up everything.” He sounds desperate now.

“I love you, John. But I don’t think I can ever love you like I used to.” He looks up to you, bloodshot eyes as tears pour over his face. You reach over to wipe them away. He leans into your touch. “Don’t give up on me, please?” You give him one last broken smile, “We’re way past not giving up, my love.” 

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[lukes-curls]

finished rooney’s intermezzo this morning. WOW. i adore the way she wrote it (i said what i said) idc if it’s controversial. the experimental prose, short sentence, lack of punctuation marks appeals to the brainrot part of my brain that reads and consumes in this hungry, relentless way. i have always been a rather insatiable, quick reader but i devoured this novel like i had been starving before. pages consumed with bad table manners— chewing with my mouth open, licking my fingers afterwards.

and oh my god the people in this piece. as the certified little sister (acknowledge your privilege, little girl!) i felt so much reading this. the strange disappointment that goes unsaid. the strange love that goes unsaid. knowing your siblings did the best they could when ur parents inevitably grow tired of being a parent and perhaps marriage breaks down or someone simply checks out (parenting is hard) so your siblings (who probably resent you a bit in theory for being little) in all their three/ten/thirteen (true story) years more on this earth take to protecting you. that felt rather self-insert oops. knowing said effort and love and care does not mean they are unflawed (yes, i’m talking about peter telling ivan he had the pup sorted when he did not in fact have the pup sorted and so it fell into ivan’s lap thank god and he handled it out without any acknowledgment or thanks because peter was ‘handling’ it and so he did (it was SO much more than a dog)). i’m also talking about the weird entitlement they feel over you. your achievements are indirectly theirs, too, because without them you would have never picked up chess or gotten good at something. and the strange guilt they feel for abandoning their little sibling in the house they have a new reprieve from. and i pity those who don’t get to experience the sibling dynamic; those who don’t know what it’s like. there’s so much there.

also can we talk about the women in this book? i love margaret and i love annie and i love sylvia and i love naomi and i adore them all together though i will admit that there were times i grew incredibly frustrated to the point my cheeks got hot because they really need to simply stand up sometimes. like STAND UP! but that’s to be expected. also it did take me a while to get used to them being perceived by men; their limits assumed, their softness assumed, their vulnerability assumed (which is flawlessly executed by sally, oh my goodness). i love the unconventionality imposed by naomi and sylvia loving one man. i love how much peter loves women. everytime i felt emotionally about an event in the book (i had to walk away when peter hadn’t exactly told his girlfriends what was going on and he was cheating on them (call a shovel a shovel) until it was like overtly acknowledged and established by them all that it was a poly situation happening but this also rubbed me the wrong way a bit because why does peter need to have his sexual desires met (i’m talking about being bossy with naomi and sweet with sylvia) and his emotional or domestic desires met simultaneously like this man really got the best of both worlds and this made me upset cause he’s literally a man but i think this is my own issues. to circle back to my point— i would have these big feelings about what should be happening and then something would occur and i would see more of what was really going on and it suddenly mattered less that peter was getting the best of both worlds because sylvia and naomi understood perfectly well what was going on. idk i guess what i mean is i felt this initial impulse to feel a certain way which was soon corrected by me experiencing the narrative, peeling back that layer and that’s a lot like life i guess. that is what sally is so good at doing. writing something that is so much like life.

and the way sally structurally screams ‘art is just a pastiche of everything an artist loves’ or whatever they say (let’s sort it out on the remix) by putting the direct excerpts she stole (endearingly) at the end— bits and pieces even the smartest kid couldn’t pick apart with absolute certainty without some sort of external help. the fact these external pieces blend so seamlessly just proves her point. and i want to mention the length. the stream of consciousness. the hypocrisy. emphasis on catholic guilt. there is so much packed into this little novel. it is so much more than a silly little read though even if that is the idea you walk away with then you’re also so right?

anyways these are my initial silly thoughts, there are lots more but this is a long ass post. pls talk to me about it. i can’t wait to check the tag without fearing i am spoiling anything 🍽️

[tired-truffle]

Taking Dicks and Taking Pics

A CullenxTrevelyan fic

Word Count: 3.2k

One-shot exchange with the amazing @phillypumpkin 🥰

Summary: Astoria gives Cullen the best blowjob of his life and wants to commemorate the moment.

A modern AU.

NSFW

Masterlist

Never before had Astoria felt so insatiable. All it had taken was a little taste of a bashful blush when he’d been proven wrong, and she’d been hooked. From that moment on, Cullen had taken up permanent residence in her thoughts. That lopsided smirk that tugged at the scar on his upper lip, the crow's feet around his eyes that crinkled when he chuckled. Ugh, he was undeniably, irritatingly handsome.

Initially, she had despised him, spurred on by her own inexplicable infatuation. He was infuriatingly stubborn, and she had never taken kindly to anyone challenging her, especially when it came to her culinary skills. Astoria knew she was an exceptional chef, really fucking exceptional, and her up-and-coming restaurant had been flocked by glowing reviews.

So when the surly project manager from the non-profit next door had insisted she made his order wrong three times, she’d given him a piece of her mind. It had included a few colourful expletives and - she’d been very proud of herself - some personalized insults. It was his fault for wearing his shirt inside out and not noticing. He’d had the audacity to double down and argue back. To say she was incensed would be putting it mildly. She’d been seconds from manhandling him out the door despite his much larger size - she knew how to handle herself when it came to kicking the asses of bigger men - when her counter attendant, Sera, had deigned to share that they were both technically right, and Sera had taken down his order wrong.

“Oops,” she’d said with a shrug as Astoria had rounded on her, eyes blazing with incredulous fury. “Whomp, whomp. You can make it again, yeah?”

She’d had half a mind to throw Sera out in place of the rude customer.

Sera stuck her tongue out when Astoria insisted that she be the one to ensure the customer received the right order. Astoria had, for the second time that day, considered tossing Sera into the dumpster out back.

When Astoria finally handed Cullen his correct order, she’d been sure she’d never see him again. Good riddance. The sheepish grin he’d given her as he accepted the container of perfectly cooked food - thank you very much - had been slightly endearing, but not enough to take the edge off her anger.

For some Maker forsaken reason, he’d returned a few days later. And then a few days after that, and as time went he continued this pattern until he became a regular, much to her chagrin. Astoria was a hard worker, always bustling around, so at first, she only caught fleeting glimpses of him through the small serving window. But then he altered his lunch schedule to align with her breaks—claiming it was for a client of his, though she had her doubts about the truthfulness of that excuse. Like an incessant worm, he’d managed to burrow under her skin and make a home there. Instead of heading back to her apartment after a long day feeling greasy and exhausted, she was returning feeling greasy, exhausted, and also inexplicably aroused. A terrible combination.

Months down the line, when he’d asked her on a date, she’d had half a mind to turn him down - punching herself in the nose to spite her face - but he’d rubbed the back of his neck and given her such a hopeful look, a light blush across his cheeks, and her mouth had formed a ‘yes’ before she could stop herself.

From there, he’d thoroughly won her over. He was still as mulish and grumbly as always, but she’d tumbled down a steep hill and straight into love with him. There was no removing those grass stains from her knees. She hadn’t batted an eye when he’d told her of his addiction - now in withdrawal - that he’d be battling for the rest of his life, and less than a year later, they’d moved in together.

Astoria did not appear to most as being a particularly good student, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t an astute learner. Illogical rules had never jived with her. She favoured her keen observation skills over lectures. By the time they had settled into their new apartment, Astoria had learned every possible way to assist him in navigating his tumultuous nights of unrestful sleep. Nightmares may plague him no matter what she did, but she could take the edge off - with a little edging - on nights he was amenable. And he was just as insatiable as she was.

Otherwise, a hot chamomile tea and some honey did the trick well enough.

Hands on his bare thighs, fingers gripped tight into corded muscle, Astoria wondered vaguely if honey tea would have helped relax her throat for what she planned to do. Soft carpet cushioned her knees, their clothes long since discarded after a languid exploration of each other’s bodies. Astoria quite enjoyed sitting on his lap as his hands and mouth traversed her skin, leaving marks that she’d cherish in the daytime hours they were parted. Not that they hadn’t fucked in the back rooms of her kitchen like animals before, it just wasn’t a common occurrence. She was a professional, after all.

Teasing Cullen was a favourite pastime of hers, to have him panting and writhing, hard and ready for her without ever touching his cock gave her a heady rush. If he could claim her with bruising kisses, she could do the same. Preferably to the plains of his stomach and the meat of his thighs. His hands clenched at his sides, wanting to reach for her and pull her to his aching, reddened cock, but he resisted. He may grouch, but he too was a fan of this game that they played. Cullen had control over himself, and she had control over his pleasure - lucky for him, she was feeling merciful.

She took him in her hand first, pumping his length with her fist and pulling a stifled whine from his throat. From her position between his legs, she looked up through thick lashes, her gaze locking with his. Maker, he was gorgeous. Those amber eyes darkened with desire, the way his lips parted around panted breaths, and the blush of exertion brought colour to his pale cheeks. A sight to behold. And it was all for her.

Maintaining eye contact, she brought her lips to the head of his cock, kissing lightly as she continued to pump her fist. His breathing grew ragged, his cock twitching as though it could lift itself into her mouth. She smirked, and his nostrils flared, but before he could admonish her for teasing him, she took him into her mouth.

A low grunt was her reward, but she could do better than that.

She guided his hand to her head, encouraging him to tangle his finger in her hair as she worked herself lower on his throbbing length. His head fell back, groaning when his cock hit the back of her throat. Astoria had practiced, working hard to improve her gag reflex just for him. If she was going to have such a well-endowed partner, she’d ensure she could take him as far as humanly possible. She started slow, her tongue curled around him and flicking against the sensitive spot below the head, earning herself more beautiful groans and gasps. Her own slick gathered at the apex of her thighs, a desperate need for friction coiling at her core and begging for release. But she refused to rut against his leg like a dog. She wondered, albeit briefly as she was thoroughly occupied with the bob of her head and the salty taste of his pre-cum, if he would mind.

Her nipples tightened into peaks as his hips jerked of their own accord, his legs trembling as he resisted the urge to fuck himself into her mouth. As hot as that may be, she’d surely need some honey tea for her tonsils to handle that kind of beating.

“S-sorry,” he stuttered, “you just…ah…Maker, you’re amazing.”

Astoria hummed her thank you and Cullen groaned again, low and wanton and sending a thrill down her spine that brought her aching cunt to new levels. She needed him inside her, on top of her, pinning her to the sheets as he had his wicked way with her. But she had to wait, had to wring him dry so he could sleep well tonight. And also because she liked it. An important detail not to omit.

Gliding her free hand down the soft curve of her front, Astoria allowed herself a moment of relief as she dipped her fingers between her folds, finding her swollen clit and circling the sensitive bud of nerves. It took every ounce of her resolve to stifle the keening moan that wanted to harmonize with Cullen’s. She had to make him earn her pretty sounds, they were not to be given away freely.

Her breath, however, betrayed her, turning ragged and uneven, escaping in short huffs through her nose as she gathered her slick on her fingertips. She teased her entrance, longing to plunge her fingers inside and fuck herself in time with the sucking of Cullen’s cock. But before she could give in to her base desires, she summoned all her willpower to withdraw her touch from her folds.

Cullen moaned her name as she brought her wet fingers to his balls and spread her slick across them, taking them in her palm - making it worth the ache from lack of friction on her cunt. His hand tightened in her hair, and she picked up the pace, spit dripping from her mouth and down his cock to where her hand kept time with her bobs and the flicks of her tongue.

She knew he was close by the twitches of his length, and she deemed herself ready to take the next step. Relaxing her throat, she brought his cock further in, swallowing around him.

“Maker!” he shouted, surprised as she grinned - or at least, she tried to grin, but it was difficult around the sheer size of him and the tears pricking at her eyes. It took all his considerable willpower to hold himself back from thrusting into her mouth and choking her. But he managed. And she continued to bob her head, but deeper now, and his legs began to shake.

“Astoria,” he panted, “I’m not going to last much…mm…longer.”

His breathing quickened, his cock pulsed, and his whole body tensed. Self-satisfied delight tickled her chest, having brought this proud man to a whimpering mess with only her touch.

When she next bobbed her head, she pulled him back into her throat and hummed.

Cullen unravelled with a hoarse shout, hot spurts of his spend spilled into her mouth, and down her throat, musky and coating her tongue. What she couldn’t swallow spilled out and down his length, over her hand as she worked him through his orgasm.

His hand released its tight grip from her hair, and his body sagged. She lifted herself off his cock with a filthy popping noise, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Sweat slicked his skin, a blush all the way down to his heaving chest, and he covered his eyes with his palm in an attempt to calm himself. His cock was covered in her spit and his spend, wet and glistening, and a surge of pride tickled up her throat, making her dizzy on power - or perhaps that was simply from her lack of oxygen after having choked on his large cock.

Either way, she didn’t want to forget that moment or the beauty of her achievement.

Astoria reached for her pants that lay beside her - a subtle shift - and pulled her phone from the back pocket. She thanked past-Astoria for keeping her brightness on low, and with nimble fingers, opened her camera app. She raised the phone to get a clear view of his lovely cock - truly a blessing from the Maker Himself - and snapped a picture.

She’d planned to show him after, to ensure she could keep it. The hidden folder on her phone was precious to her, her handful of naked photos of Cullen interspersed with her own nudes. A collection that she hoarded like a dragon upon a pile of treasure - much like the various trinkets scattered around their home. But in her dizzy state, she’d forgotten to check if the flash was off.

It was, in fact, on.

A bright flash of white light filled the dim room, drowning out the evening street lights glowing through the apartment and momentarily blinding her. Blinking rapidly, she cleared her vision of white spots. She glanced up at Cullen, who stared back with a look of pure consternated confusion.

“Uh,” she said in lieu of an explanation. One tap, and she’d navigated to the picture in her camera roll, second tap, she’d opened up the options, three taps, and the picture was set as her home screen background.

“Astoria,” he growled, and her cunt clenched. She tucked her phone quickly behind her back as though she could hide her guilt.

“Yes, love?” Lay on the sweetness, bat her eyelashes, he’d never suspect a thing.

“Did you just take a photo of me?” If he’d been truly mad, she would have known, but there was a glint of a challenge in his eye that set her blood aflame.

“No,” she lied like a liar.

He held out his hand, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, bringing his face inches from hers and forcing her to bend back. “Then let me see your phone.”

Her eyes darting to the bedroom door gave her away. Before she could make a break for it, looking forward to the thrill of a naked chase around the apartment, his arms had encircled her waist.

Astoria shrieked, unable to scrabble away before she’d been tossed on the bed, laid out flat with his body pressing her into the mattress, his hands on her biceps. She was strong, but not strong enough to throw him off her without playing dirty. At least she still had her phone behind her back, as uncomfortable as it was.

“Astoria,” he said, a second warning. She wouldn’t get a third. “Don’t make me take it from you.”

A grin overtook her swollen lips, and her half-lidded eyes met his, her chin tilted up in defiance. “I’d like to see you try.”

That damned smirk tugged at his scar, and for a moment, she was lost in her lust for him. He took advantage of her distraction, and lunged for the phone, his hands behind her back as his chest pressed her harder into the mattress. She let off a peel of shrieking giggles - cackles may have been a more accurate term - and squirmed. But he’d already pinned her, and though she evaded his fumbling grasps for an impressive few seconds, his big mitts ultimately won and wrenched the phone from her hands.

He held his arm out as far as he could, and her grabby little hands scratched at the air as she tried in vain to reach it. If she’d been truly trying, she would have scratched him, and perhaps kneed him in the groin, but she wasn’t aiming to injure. She may lose the battle, but she wouldn’t lose the war.

Triumphant, Cullen typed her passcode - 6969, an easy guess even if she hadn’t told him - and came face to face with his well-sucked cock, glistening from the flash.

He pursed his lips, fixing her with a narrow-eyed glare, a spark of amusement in the twitch at the corners of his mouth.

“What,” Astoria protested, “can’t a girl be proud of her hard work? You should’ve seen your face, if I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought you’d met Andraste herself.”

A blush spread to the tips of his ears as he rolled his eyes, and she snickered. “You try swallowing a monster of a cock and see if you don’t want the proof.”

His blush deepened and he groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck, too embarrassed to face her. She took the opportunity to snatch the phone back from his limp hand and brought it closer to her face, patting his head with condescending comfort as she admired the art piece.

“Look,” she instructed, angling it for ease of viewing. She tapped his cheek, coaxing him to turn his head. He did, albeit reluctantly. “It’s a flattering portrayal.”

He heaved a put-upon sigh. “You may add it to your collection, but it must be hidden like the others.”

Astoria snorted, taping the buttons to hide it, removing its trace from her main camera roll. “Good idea. Wouldn’t want to flash poor Sera with your magnum dong the next time she steals my phone. Though maybe that would be a fitting punishment.”

Cullen pinched her sides, and she brayed a laugh, his chuckles reverberating against her skin.

“Done,” she said, and instinctively, closed the camera roll. Leading her to her home screen. Where she’d made his cock her background image. Shit.

In a flash, he’d propped himself up on his arms, looming over her, vexation written across his face as clear as day. She shot him a sheepish grin.

“It’s, uh, a really nice picture. I’m sure no one would notice.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You’re sure no one will notice the, what was that term you used? Magnum dong on your background?”

Cheeky, but correct. Looping her arms around his neck, she tugged him back down and he went without resistance. His body fell half-on, half-beside hers, their cheeks smooshed together. She opened the camera and flipped it towards them.

“Say cheese,” she said, grinning widely and squeezing her eyes shut to shield them from the bright flash. Cullen, ever stubborn, did not follow her instructions. When she reopened her eyes and navigated to the camera roll, the image she found warmed her heart an unexpected amount.

There she was, frozen in time, an imp who’d gotten away with a fabulous prank, and Cullen…though he squinted from the bright light, the way he gazed at her with exasperated fondness melted her into a sappy, mushy puddle.

Tap, tap, and she’d made it her background, replacing the cock - though she was sad to see it go, this would make her smile all the more.

“There’s cum on your chin,” Cullen pointed out unhelpfully.

“Shhh,” Astoria dragged a finger down his lips, dropping the phone at her side. “It’s my turn now.”

His softened cock at her hip stirred in response, and he shifted, lifting himself back onto his elbows and effectively trapping her beneath him. His lips descended upon hers, fervent, a kiss that was deep and consuming. His tongue flicked into her eager mouth before he withdrew, leaving her breathless and nearly succeeding in pulling a needy whine from her throat.

“As my lady commands,” he said with a wicked grin.

And he wasted no further time.

Positioned between her thighs, he drew her clit into his mouth and curled his fingers inside her. Her body trembled as she bit back a scream of pleasure. From her elevated vantage point, propped up on their pillows, she caught sight of the glimmering pride and possessiveness in his eyes. He reached beside her, and her phone popped into her line of sight, an invitation - one she was more than happy to accept. Though it took all her strength, she raised the phone with shaking hands, and the flash went off.

Another photo for the hidden folder, one she was sure to return to frequently.

A/N: thank you again for doing this exchange with me Philly 🥰

[sutekh94]

Hoooh boy do I have some thoughts about Cohost shutting down.

I've been working on this post for a few days, letting thoughts simmer enough to be presentable enough, so… here goes something!

Yeah, I'm sad about that. Not surprised that it happened, but still sad. Cohost had a good philosophy behind it, wanting to build a social media platform without much of the usual trappings, and I appreciate all the work its creators, Anti-Software Software Club, put in to make that philosophy real. And it was real, if only for a couple of years. I'm so glad my art found an audience there, even getting a few lovely comments. I feel bad for everyone who set up shop there who now has to scramble towards other platforms to host their stuff on. I can understand why some people decided they were finished with social media after the site announced they were gonna shut down at the end of 2024.

I really wish Cohost succeeded as a social media platform.

And I will miss it.

All that said… (here come the controversial takes)

I don't hold much sympathy for its staff and ASSC. It really felt like they had no business sense nor did they want to have any business sense. That showed especially in how unprofessional some of their financial updates - and lack thereof on occasion - were. Casually saying "oops I forgot to do the update for X month" despite further funding for the site hinging on regular posting of said updates, acting all "we're your friends!!!" at times, and so on. Then there were things like the eggbux debacle, ASSC thinking they were gonna turn Cohost into a Patreon competitor without having the knowledge or resources to do that, Stripe policies aside. I'm aware that was one of ASSC's original goals for the platform, but still. I gotta factor in some of the monumental moderation fails the platform's had, including the Nazi incident. Their policies regarding generative "AI" - seriously, not blanket banning generative "AI" was asking for trouble. Oh, and an aura of negativity and toxic positivity that pervaded the place partially because of that inadequate moderation, and partially because that's what Cohost's culture was like to an extent. Still, my Discord server has more moderators than Cohost ever had - three, myself included, compared to one. That's comparing a platform with about 130 users (I'd say 12-15 of them are active and posting on the server) as of the time I'm writing this against a platform with over 25,000 users at the time of the shutdown announcement.

This might seem harsh considering Cohost's staff were known users and public faces there. I don't know any of them personally. I don't wanna pretend like I do. But I also don't wanna pretend like ASSC could do no wrong and Cohost was some heavenly paradise. One of the most popular posts on the site in its final months, at least regarding the number of comments and responses to it, was "Cohost So White", a lengthy timeline detailing some of the most notable moderation fails and racist incidents that've occurred on the site over its history. Much of that negativity I mentioned earlier stemmed from how bigoted and racist chunks of the userbase could be - and the times that was left unchecked until staff was bullied into removing offending posts and banning the people behind them. Remember the Nazi incident I mentioned earlier?

In short, a Nazi made a Cohost account to stalk and harass a Jewish person there. The Jewish person tried reporting the account, posting evidence of the Nazi's behavior off-site, and Cohost staff… did nothing about it initially because "they've done nothing wrong on Cohost so far" or words to that effect, causing the Jewish person (among others) to almost leave Cohost. Staff was then bullied into banning the Nazi and afterwards said things like "we're bound to screw up on moderation decisions every now and again". There's more to the Nazi incident than that, but I don't want this post to be entirely about that. Still, I get it. Moderation is tricky. People make mistakes. But that was an egregious moderation failure that should never have happened.

Disregarding all that, Cohost had this feeling of a group of friends creating a social media platform for themselves, their friends, and friends of friends, but it never grew out of that hobbyist mindset. Cohost felt like a very anti-social place more often than not. Discoverability was always spotty. Tag shotgunning was common especially for artists like me wanting to have as much reach as possible. The only major attempt to make discoverability better IMO, tag synonyms, came in too late to be relevant. Needed and welcomed, but still. Same for certain changes to moderation policies - the "missing stair" policy and so on, even if I feared they could've been weaponized against fair and civil criticism of the platform.

This is a personal thing, but I never gelled with the site's culture. I was mainly there to post my art; the site being NSFW/18+ friendly was a huge reason why I joined, and to its credit, Cohost never lost that particular quality throughout its existence. I didn't interact with people much there, and venturing outside of my carefully-curated feeds, both main and bookmarked, could feel as draining as doomscrolling on Twitter. Almost like Twitter's negativity sort of migrated over to Cohost and became integrated into Cohost's culture. Again, I'm not saying the entire platform was like that, just that the negativity sometimes drowned out all the shitposts and CSS crimes and whatnot.

Don't get me wrong. Cohost shutting down is a loss for the Internet as a whole for reasons I explained up top. I'll always appreciate it for what it tried to do and all the good it managed to do over the time it existed. I don't wanna walk away feeling like I'm blindly bashing on it with a sledgehammer or, worse, celebrating its downfall with a bag of popcorn in hand. It's just… Things could've and should've been so much better. There were more than enough misgivings on ASSC's behalf that didn't help matters. That's really why I'm sad yet not surprised about Cohost shutting down. Cohost deserved better. Much better.

The reason why I've been so critical about Cohost is… I give a shit. It's clear I'm passionate enough about Cohost to say what I said here. I genuinely wanted things to be better there. If I truly didn't care, this post wouldn't exist, and it's possible I never would've given Cohost a chance in the first place. Regardless, the fact that so, so, SO many people are sad about it shutting down speaks volumes. I enjoyed my time there despite all its faults, but that doesn't mean I could act as if those faults didn't exist. My personal experiences with Cohost weren't everyone's personal experiences.

I'm aware that places like Pillowfort have some of the same problems Cohost had, namely an uncertain financial and long-term future. It's why Pillowfort and other small platforms need support now more than ever, and I'm glad to see that some of Cohost's userbase has migrated over to Pillowfort. Unless you're gonna bail on social media entirely after Cohost shuts down (again, I don't blame you for wanting to do that at this point), you're best off diversifying where you post, especially if you're an artist and/or a writer. If you can spare the money, you should send a few bucks towards these smaller platforms to help keep them afloat. At any moment, that smaller platform you've made a home on can just… shut down one day, planned or not.

[nintendonut1]

Hasty

so i

wrote ship fic of my OCs

if you guys are into that sorta thing LOL

Swee/Willow slowburn fic, where they discuss Swee's favorite television program growing up. Includes swearing, small injury, and telenovela-esque drama (thanks to LassDaisy for double-checking my Spanish!)

“What the—dude. What is this lady’s problem??”

Swee freezes mid-slice, the carrot on his cutting board half-diced, and takes a moment to find his center. Were it anyone else, any other time, he wouldn’t hesitate to throw someone who’d dare slander his girl right out of his kitchen. Shutting his eyes, he, oddly enough, finds inner peace in her shrieking voice blaring at full volume from the mounted television.

It’s okay. He dropped in at the season finale of a show that’s in a language he cannot understand. He has no knowledge of her struggles. Go easy on him.

Without a word, he lifts the remote and pauses the DVD, turning to face his guest with his hands clasped in front of his face. “...okay. Do you want the whole list, or just the top ten?”

Willow gives proper pause, blinking, a cracker drenched in cheese sauce hovering just near his open mouth in mid-bite. After the pause, he pops it in, growing nervous.

…oops.

Swee puffs out a sigh. “Sorry. I get melodramatic about my shows sometimes.” He saunters away from the counter and plops into a chair, joining Willow at the kitchen island and dipping his own cracker in the sauce. He needed a break from dinner prep anyways.

“I can, uh. See why,” Willow ventures with an uneasy grin, one that Swee wants to make go away and turn more genuine as soon as he can. 

“Yeah, heh. This one especially gets me bad. But I can’t help but feel for her, y’know?”

“Swee, she just pulled a gun on these two.” Willow points a chip at her frozen close-up of righteous fury, said gun pointed in front of her. “Like, is she dating one of them? Is that why?” (oh stars, he doesn’t know how painfully heterosexual this show is, that’s so cute holy shit) “Still seems like an overreaction, I dunno.”

“I mean…fair. But,” Swee turns to fully face him, swallowing a cracker. “This is the finale of season ten. There’s been a shitton of build-up to this.”

“So, tell me about it.”

Swee looks straight into those crooked eyes, fresh green and glittering, and finds nothing but sincerity in them.

So, he does.

It’s a bit of a long-winded summary of Hayce T. con Amor, a show near and dear to his heart. He followed its initial airing alongside his mom, and as he traveled around he’d spend hours on the phone with her sharing their impressions of the latest episode, up to its dramatic ending years ago. It follows the tumultuous journey of Hayce T., in her constant pursuit of true love in a sea of liars and cheaters. The first episode opens on her finding her high-school boyfriend making out with another girl under the bleachers, and her luck never, ever seems to lift up from there. The theme was that she’d always throw everything she had into a new relationship, naively hoping that this would be the one, and the boyfriend of the week would always find something wrong with that, each reason more outlandish than the last.

“Hell, last season, Pet T. tried to spin it in a way where she was ‘gaslighting and manipulating’ him by putting on some front?? Bess T., that’s her friend, remember, talked some sense into her, but like, damn, man?”

Willow is absorbing this, taking a thoughtful bite of a small stack of crackers as he considers it all. “So, like.” Oh he’s gonna say it, isn’t he. “When are Hayce and Bess gonna kiss?” 

There it is. Oh god Willow you beautiful soul. I could kiss you right now.

Swee doesn’t, and swallows a blush this time, taking a moment to recalibrate at that interruption to his whole spiel. “...okay, well, I’m not gonna spoil anything later on, just lemme get to right now—”

The star-doll looks almost smug as he chomps another stack. “Hellllll yeah they kiss later, don’t they.”

“Shoosh-shush. Yer throwin’ me off.” Swee shakes himself back on track as Willow chuckles. “So that guy, the one she’s pointing the gun at? That’s Gill T. He treated her like a queen, said he’d never do all the crap she went through, it looked like this was it, ‘tu eres mi unico amor,’ y’know?”

Willow nods, leaning in with interest. He doesn’t even point out how little Spanish he knows this time. “Uh-huh? But then she found him with that other lady anyways?”

“Worse than that, dude. That other lady was sent by him to kill her.”

“WHAT.”

“Right??”

He slumps back. Poor thing looks defeated, as if he was beginning to understand and it was all thrown off kilter. “Swee. Swee, what.”

“Look, just—I’ll go back to the beginning of the season,” the toad scrambles back to the counter, fiddling with the DVD menu. “And I’ll hit the subtitles, just. I can’t just tell you everything, you gotta watch it unfold, it’s fuckin’ crazy.”

“Aaaallright, okay.” Willow acquiesces, watching the opening credits play out as Swee frantically returns to his prep work, oops, oops, oops—

“...Swee?”

“Yeah?” Chop chop chop.

“You said you feel for Hayce T., yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” 

“...are you looking for true love, too?”

CHOP. “—AAGGHH. FUCK.”

“Swee???”

In a whirling blur, the toad chef is back at the kitchen island, his hand nestled in a bloodied cloth. Spanish voices fade into the background as he watches Willow tend to the lengthy cut along the top, releasing a sappy healing salve from a digit in his finger and dragging it along the wound. 

Swee’s head is positively buzzing. He almost misses when Willow sighs, “There. Geez. Not as bad as it looked, but still.”

“Thanks. Ugh.”

Aw hell. Now Willow looks away, ashamed, like this whole thing was his fault. Because of course he thinks that. “...Sorry.”

“Shush.” Swee clears his throat, and answers his question. “...yeah, kinda. I mean, I’ve been looking.”

Willow pensively watches him as he continues, “I thought I found it, a few times. A relationship here, a fling or two there…or five.” He cringes at himself. “...when you’re traveling a lot, there’s not any time for much else.”

He feels the gaze of the resplendent star in front of him, and he laughs mirthlessly. “Guess I’ve got that Hayce T. run of luck.”

The silence that follows is thick as molasses, and Swee wants to sink into the earth and vanish— “Well…” Willow’s voice, weedy with nerves, cuts through that spiraling thought, and Swee is greeted with a lopsided grin. “If anyone sends their assassin affair partner to kill you, you at least got me to protect you?”

Oh my god. Willow ventures a small shrug. Oh my god.

A thousand emotions crash into Swee and smash through his walls, and he breaks down laughing. Willow joins him shortly, and they both slump on the table in actual mirth as the telenovela plays above them, the tormented lovers onscreen ignorant of the actual goddamn romance happening here in Swee’s goddamn kitchen.

“Then my luck’s already better.”

[taciturntraveller]

10, 14, 25, and 31 for the otp asks please <3

Thaaaaaank you Skelly <3

(This one got veeeeeeery rambly, so I apologise in advance xD )

10. Describe their first date

Oof, I feel like this one is a little hard xD Because in my mind, these two are so busy on missions that they rarely have time to actually go on dates.

So the way I have it is that Maria and Soap didn't officially start a relationship until February/March of 2022, when Maria ranked up to Sergeant. And the second he found out about this, Soap got very enthusiastic and they ended up fucking each other senseless :P

But then a week or two passes and Soap suddenly has the realisation of "Wait. Shit. I'm doing this Wrong. I need to take her on a Proper Date(tm)". And this is all well and good, except with their lives being the way they are, inevitably something pops up and Price is like "Oops time to go get your asses in gear", leaving Soap with very little chance to actually plan anything.

And of course this ends up with him bitching to Gaz and Ghost like "I want to take her out but shit keeps happening :( "... so then Ghost, who has been sick of their shit for almost two years already, just straight up tells Maria what her man's been talking about, and so she ends up taking initiative, seizes the opportunity on their next time off, and the two of them find a nice restaurant for a lil dinner :D

I imagine it's like... not extremely fancy. Fancy enough to be romantic, but not fancy enough to put Soap in debt (because of course he's paying for the date. Mama MacTavish raised him proper)

14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

The thing that I think they have most in common is their concern for other people. Like yeah, Soap is loud and explosive and may enjoy his line of work a little too much :P But from what I've seen, he's also the first to ask about civilians and possible casualties, which Maria admires a lot. So they're both very conscious about innocent lives. And as smitten as they are for each other, they're both very focused people, able to slip into seriousness very easily.

I think their main difference is how they express themselves. Soap is much more forward, much more expressive, whereas Maria is more reserved and tends to default towards approaching things calmly. As much as Soap respects Maria's determination to give everyone equal medical treatment, I do think sometimes he questions that decision, which can cause a little bit of friction. They're good at talking things out, though, and I like to think their demeanours end up equalising in each other - Soap learns when to get a hold on his anger, and Maria learns when it's the right time to push for something.

25. Do they have any hobbies they share?

... Ok, I don't know if this counts as a hobby xD But I feel like Maria likes to sit with Soap as he makes his explosives for whatever mission they're doing. After the attack in Verdansk in 2019, Maria ends up really wanting to stay as far away from any kind of explosion as possible (y'know, for good reason), but watching Soap's expertise and listening to him walk both himself and her through it has helped her conquer her fears a bit. It's a nice team building activity :P

Also, I dunno, I feel like Soap always likes to have something to do with his hands, so maybe during their time off they like to build stuff together, be it a Lego set or even fixing a car or something. Maria likes seeing how things work, so it's a fun little thing for them to do together.

31. Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

100%, Soap is a koala in my mind. In the years before their relationship was official, he was a master at sneaking little touches - brushing his little finger against hers, standing next to her so that their shoulders are touching, feet pressed up against each other desks, the works.

When Maria becomes a Sergeant, however, all bets are off. This man is wrapped around her 24/7, and he doesn't give a damn what the others think. His (and Maria's :P ) favourite thing to do is stand behind her with his arms around her waist and his chin on her shoulder, and they'll just happily stand like that through any briefing :P

Maria also enjoys reaching out to cup his cheek, and especially when he kisses said hand. Gives her butterflies :P

[renaissancefailmarriage]

prufra? Tell me more!

ooh anon where to start....

to me, prufra are most interesting in the 19th century for a number of reasons. gilbert is at his most powerful but also (after 1866) his most isolated--he's spearheading german unification the way HE wants it. at the expense of everyone else thinking he's a miserable cold-hearted bastard. so in that way he's at his most emotionally vulnerable too. he tells himself he doesn't care, because he's not a human man, and he has a Purpose by the name of ludwig, so he doesn't need anything else, right? right!

meanwhile françois is still smarting after the failure of napoleon's empire and a series of unstable governments. he finds himself becoming more philosophical, less of a party animal, less directly involved in government and political intrigues....needing a challenge basically. he remembers gilbert's smug fucking face after waterloo and is like hm. i think i will have an affair with this man and psychosexually destroy him. (he does initiate a friendship for other reasons--it's good diplomacy, he finds gilbert genuinely interesting and strange, know your enemy, etc.) françois feels the need to reassert his power by fucking the most unfuckable guy in europe.

gilbert feels a lot of conflict and shame over this because most of the other german states are still wary of or outright hateful of france at this point. iirc a lot of german national identity in the 19th century was explicitly defined against france, so it's like betraying his entire purpose. but i hc gilbert as someone who has always been very chaste and had very few romantic/sexual experiences, and at this point it kinda bites him in the ass--he's never had someone really making an effort to get in his pants before and isn't very good at defending against it. he keeps putting himself in romantic situations with a hot frenchman who's been reliably flirting with him and thinking okay but THIS TIME, i won't be seduced. and then he is. and he's mad about it. but he keeps doing it! he keeps answering the letters, and accepting the invitations to lunch, and going to the opera together, and picnics in the country, etc etc etc.

and it doesn't help that françois is very genuine, amiable and charming. like yeah, he IS plotting, and he will ultimately look out for number one, but come on, they can have a little fun until the next war, can't they? this is the kind of doublethink that gilbert has a hard time with, he's a very all-or-nothing kind of man. but it's a perfect storm of circumstances, and he ends up exploring his bisexuality with the worst possible person in the worst possible circumstances.

I think they both get more than they bargained for with it--françois develops some feelings deeper than just vague fondness, and finds himself actually a bit hurt that gilbert is so secretive and ashamed of what they're doing. gilbert gets better at initiating and asking for what he wants in his efforts to be In Control Of The Situation, but faces the same issue of oh no, genuine feelings. while also raising ludwig in a very strict, austere and covertly homophobic way. oops.

the affair lasts roughly from 1869-1900 (yeah they fuck the first time like one year before the franco-prussian war starts, lmao) but gilbert breaks it off very callously because ludwig is getting older and wwi is on the horizon. the way he justifies it to himself is well françois won't be very hurt and neither will i, because françois is a slut who can easily go back to arthur or find someone else, and i am a machine, not a man. he is so embarrassingly wrong about this. both of them feel awful and don't talk about it for literal decades. if they're together in the modern day it's not until ~1995.

[its-a-me-mango]

SMG4 drama hot take.... the "Luke innocent" people on twitter are really annoying and makes accessing actually important information harder, considering how much they just need to talk about how he isn't "at fault" first of all, it would be better if we like, Idk focused on people's experiences who worked at Glitch and had a bad time, instead of trying to angrily point fingers. Besides he's not innocent, he's complicit and kind of insensitive with the way he replied to Celeste. A simple thanks doesn't cut it for the kind of work she did for them, like come on. Anyways speaking on the workers! With how the days go by and we only see more and more testimonies about how the default at Glitch is crunch basically- And Glitch's guilty sounding silence- Like genuinely, if in some absolutely unbelivable way it came out that somehow all the information we've been seeing is wrong, they would've spoken out about it somewhere already. But they didn't. For me it just makes me more sure that these people are not lying

Hi yes I totally see where you're coming from, I don't use twitter (thankfully) so I haven't seen most of the takes people have on there, but the "Luke is innocent" one I've seen thrown around a lot.

To put it so bluntly, no he's fucking not. Yes maybe he wasn't given all the right information on Celestes replacement, and yes his role as CCO doesn't really give him initial choice over the desicions for casting at Glitch (from what I gathered a CCO is more for comersial management), that doesn't make him blameless, he's still, you know, THE FUCKING CO-FOUNDER OF GLITCH IT SAYS IT ON THEIR OWN WEBSITE AAAARHGGHHGHGH.

Sorry I got annoyed, anyway it is still possible that he wasn't informed of this situation fully, but I agree that a "oops, sorry" isn't really the best thing to say to someone you just dropped after 6 years of work, and the silence afterwards when asked for more clarification is even worse. Luke isn't the same innocent teenager making funny Mario videos in his room anymore, he's nearly the same age as me, he's a grown man with a company, stop making excuses for him.

The workers' complaints are also getting overshadowed by this and it's definitely just as big of an issue. You'd think that a company created by two creators themselves would have a better idea and understanding on how to assign work to people without causing insane amounts of pressure, but I guess not. This comes across as just very bad management and taking on too much at once. Being ambitious is fine for a company, it's how they grow, but it should never come at the physical and mental expense of your workers.

The idea that these workes would be lying is just so fucked up as well, from what I've seen basically every glassdoor review says that the best part of working there is the people, this isn't some kind of smear campaign! This is genuine criticism of a company that doesn't have a grasp on how to run and manage their staff. I figured a company like Glitch would have some kind of crunch time to it, just given the nature of it, but I never thought it would be this bad.

The focus of this should 100% be on getting accountability from Glitch, not trying to weasel them out of it by saying "well only these two people are to blame", Glitch is the company making decisions here, even if said decision was supposedly made by those two people, this reflects on the company as a whole.

I know Glitch is a fairly non confrontational company and they don't like to address controversy or issues openly, but this whole situation is like a gaping wound, they can't really brush it off so easily without facing backlash. As I've said before I can only hope that this gets resolved and some kind of apology is given, I don't want to support a company that treats their employees like this.

[walking-fnaf-encyclopedia]

logical error cassie's fnaf spin + timeline stuff

i love her so much thank you @hearts4ggy and @viarayy01-blog for enabling me

also holy shit this is going under a read more. it's like 1300+ words oops

okay okay cassie got into fazco history first, and that was because she was pretty much drowning in the place from a young age. her dad worked there so she was at the daycare all the time, she met all the bots, when she was a little older she was allowed to watch her dad work on repairs in parts and service. the tech fascinated her from a very young age, and sometimes she would even be allowed to take apart scrap parts to see how they work! she's seen everything from wet floor bots to even freddy being fixed! she wasn't really supposed to be back there, but no one was gonna tattle, and she was super respectful of the tools and projects - never broke a thing, never stole anything, never got hurt. (her dad has his own workshop at home for personal projects, so she's had safety precautions around mechanical equipment absolutely drilled into her brain.)

so anyways, she of course cant exactly pin down when her special interest was sparked, but she was pretty young. originally it was just the differences in models over the years - the endos, the types of casing, the pros and cons of fur casing vs plastic vs metal, the variations between the different endoskeletons and how that changed what they could do (she was especially fascinated by just how different these models could wind up - circus baby's pizza world endoskeletons are WILDLY different from any of the others, what's up with that? ohh, those were made by the other co-founder, so all the other ones were mostly made by the other guy? maybe that's why they teamed up..)

while the models and tech stuff was her initial fascination, looking into all this, and especially trying to find knowledge on the elusive springlock suits and how they actually worked (seriously, they only ever made two?? the things she'd do to get ahold of one of those bad boys! even just the blueprints!), she came across article after article about mysterious disappearances around the place. suspected murders. horrific injuries. animatronics acting wrong.

one of the founders being accused of luring away and murdering children in the establishment, and then stuffing their corpses into suits.

what?

so she digs deeper! finds an old series of games by an indie game developer - stark crowthorne? there are eight main games and several spin-offs. (actually, she's played some of these spin-offs. the freddy in space games - aren't there some machines of those in the arcades at the plex? just who is this guy? AND he made flipside? she LOVES flipside!!!) she gets super, super into the fnaf games. some stuff in them lines up with real-life events - the murders, the shutdown of fredbear's, jr's, and pizza world.. and fazbear frights burning down - that all actually happened. the details tend to be either super vague, especially in the first two games, super embellished (surely someone would've noticed and reported a walking corpse, right? how did he even stay alive after that?), or it was just outright fantastical (you expect me to believe there's molten metal that the souls of dead children latched onto? you expect me to believe a dude injected himself with it just to be immortal??)

...but a lot of it seems to be based on real events. and this guy was hired by fazco for other projects, after he had already made these games..... and the more recent disappearances..

she's not quite old enough at that point - nor does she have enough information to piece everything together, but she does have a conspiracy board to put all her thoughts down on. her dad has absolutely listened to her talk about it before, but he was so lost the whole time. which, fair. she was like eleven and explained things poorly and he couldn't even begin know what was going on.

additional things before i move on to the timeline:

the indie developer stark crowthorne made every game, excluding security breach (it and ruin just don't exist).

flipside is what im calling fnaf world. in this world it was originally part of the fnaf series and called fnaf world, but the fans basically ignored it and fazco bought it, renamed it flipside, and slapped their new cutesy rpg on arcade machines.

fazbear frights burnt down BEFORE the games were made

help wanted is different. like, multiple minigames are just gone. have you seen the mobile port? that's what i'm using as my basis for the "official" final game, since the actual full length one was a beta tester version in-universe. unfortunately for me, the last time the wiki for it was updated there was a lot of stuff that we didn't know, so i'll just have to do my best (or buy the game myself, lol)

TIMELINE TIME BABEYYY

okay it's definitely a rough timeline, but

fredbears and circus baby's pizza world were planned to be open at the same time.

pizza world was shut down day one, while fredbear's was still open. elizabeth was the first death.

the bite later happens at fredbear's, on the crying child's birthday in 1983. fredbear's closes shortly after. the crying child was the second death.

jr's was opened at some point, and ran side by side with fredbear's until it closed.

jr's is the fnaf 2 location, and also where the missing children's incident took place.

the suits they were stuffed into originated from fredbear's, and are the same ones as in the fnaf 1 location.

charlie is murdered outside of jr's. this sparks an investigation. william is detained briefly, but let go due to lack of evidence.

jr's closed in 1987 after the second bite. mangle is the one who bit someone, in part due to their programming being really messed up due to their condition. the bite victim survives.

after the place is abandoned, william goes back and dies in the spring bonnie suit. the saferooms are ordered to be sealed in all locations.

a couple years later, the fnaf 1 location - just "freddy fazbear's pizza" opens with the newly repaired and cleaned up old models from fredbear's.

phone guy dies. they are shut down by the health department.

mike gets scooped, ennard is freed, and mike is officially on the path of suffering. this all happens at some point between freddy's being shut down and fazbear frights opening.

nothing else of note (that i can think of) happens prior to fazbear frights, which opens in 2017.

fnaf games begin to come out. all are released the same day as their real life counterparts, offset by three years.

prior only to fnaf 6's release, the events of 6 take place.

the vr title begins to be worked on. jeremy dies, tape girl ???, and vanessa gets glitchtrapped. (she's actually not even old enough to drink at this point. she's like eighteen.)

vr releases on the date of the mobile release.

another leap, pizzaplex opens like five years later in 2028. in that time, vanny makes her suit.

vanessa gets a job at the pizzaplex as the only night a security guard. takes night shifts.

whatever the hell goes down in ggy happens in between the plex opening and security breach. i unfortunately don't know enough about it to pinpoint anything more specific. but cassie's birthday where no one showed up happens during this time.

gregory accidentally frees himself from glitchtrap. that night, the events of security breach take place. the ending achieved is princess quest.

ruin takes place a couple years after, on cassies birthday.

additional info two <3

the crying child is cassidy/the vengeful spirit. they are not separate people.

charlie is the fifth in the missing children's incident. her corpse is the only one found, however it was days later. hence why the kids were still "missing". she wasn't the first killed, but she had a lot of emotion attached to her death, especially since she knew will. so she was the first to latch onto an animatronic. funnily enough.. susie actually was the first.

cassie knew ggy, not gregory :)

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Actually while we're on this topic, can we mention Daniel and his fans' reactions about him punting Yuki off track — oop I meant "overtaking Yuki" — in Mexico last year? Because that was some hardcore microaggressions against Yuki and nobody ever recognizes it.

Daniel had similar incidents with Magnussen (twice last year) and Sainz. Both got apologies from him immediately after the race, he took accountability for all of those incidents in the media after the race.

He punts Yuki's car off the track trying to overtake him. He doesn't apologize. Claims he does nothing wrong, despite the FIA giving him a penalty for this exact incident. Essentially argues that Yuki was to blame because he was on faster tires so Yuki should have just let him through (embarrassing argument from a literal race car driver to begin with, he's on a better tire strategy and still can't overtake a slower car?). So, Yuki, the only person of an underrepresented race and ethnicity that Daniel has an incident with in 2022, is also the only driver he refuses to apologize to or take accountability for ruining their race. The ONLY one.

Then we get to his fans' reactions. He's voted Driver of the Day for essentially doing nothing but being put on an optimal strategy (new softs while quite literally everyone in front of him was on used hards), and nearly fucks that up almost as soon as his team initiates it by crashing into Yuki. Immediately, there's tons of memes and jokes about how "it was worth sacrificing Yuki for Daniel to get his confidence back." Much like what's happening now, NOBODY recognizes Yuki or what a race he was having up until Daniel fucked it up; instead, Daniel is hailed a hero for essentially doing nothing but being unable to safely overtake a car on an inferior tire strategy.

Personally, I'm really looking forward to Daniel getting some karma and Yuki getting the last laugh here. That race and Daniel and his fans' behavior left a sour taste in my mouth, and I know there's quite a few other Yuki fans who took notice of their behavior then too. (There were also quite a few racist attacks from Dan fans after Daniel blamed Yuki and played victim as per usual in the media too, so buckle up, we're in for a LONG rest of the season).

The Mexican gp 2022 was one of the few races last year that I remember clearly. But I remember it for all of the wrong reasons, because the actual race was boring as hell. RedBull and Mercedes were so far ahead of Ferrari, but Ferrari was so ahead of the midfield that there weren't that many overtakes. ~50 laps had gone by and nobody had DNF'ed yet. That was until Daniel collided with Yuki and got a 10 second penalty. And then Daniel overtook Esteban and everyone was cheering for him like he was on the podium or something like that. Just look at the interactions of the tweet I linked 🤥

Looking back at it, it was very fucked up that people were essentially cheering this nonsense on. I am like 90% sure I was happy for Daniel at the time too, and I wish I could have told my past self that taking a driver out and proceeding to do a "cool" overtake aren't things to celebrate. Barely anyone acknowledged Yuki not being able to finish the race, and he was like close to the points (he was like p11 and had a better weekend than Pierre but all that goes away when someone takes you out through no fault of your own).

Doesn't help that in the next race at Brazil he took out Kevin for a careless mistake in the first lap, after Kevin just had one of the best race weekends of his career by taking pole for the first time. The Brazil incident was very anticlimactic and shows that he wasn't in good form, racing wise. I don't remember how people reacted to his Brazil DNF, but I can assure you they were more sympathetic towards Daniel than to Yuki.

[beautifulhigh]

jen hey! tell me about the time you went on the radio to talk about asexuality!

So I would link you to it in this message except that I'm introduced as "Jen from place-near-me" and I like holding some anonimity online. Joys of having what was the MOST popular girls name for pretty much all of the 80s.

I am the Olivia of yesteryear.

And while it is a pretty big place and Jen is not exactly an unusual name, not sure I want to narrow down where I am in the UK. "Oop North" does me just fine.

ANYWAY

It was my lunch break and I turned on the radio and the presenter is talking about asexuality. And it literally makes me stop because no one talks about this. The presenter is explaining what it is, how under represented it is, and how there's a storm on Twitter (what else is new) about the Asexuality Day Of Awareness.

I'm calling before I realise it and I'm put on air and I talk about how this is so important because I didn't hear this growing up. We knew about gay and lesbian and bisexuality. We knew about trans people. But that was kinda it? And so not fitting in any of those made me feel like I was broken and wrong and different all through my teen years when my friends were exploring fun times with people they fancied.

And then, when I was approaching my 30s, the internet in a rare good moment told me that there is an A in the initialism and it stands for asexual and when I say it was a cloud parting, angels singing, beam of light moment I'm not kidding. And so I talked about finally finding something that worked for me and explained things and made me realise how I wasn't broken or wrong or weird.

We talked about what it's like being Ace in a world where Sex Sells! is the default (basically I like the aesthetic but sure isn't he cold without a shirt on?) and how people think this means we're lonely and will never have relationships (I have two good Ace friends: both married, one has a kid).

I said how important it was that the teens coming after me have what I didn't - something that helps them understand there is nothing wrong with them. And maybe it will mean I won't be so damn exhausted being someone's Google (I dont mind answering questions and I will talk about it but jfc you can do the basics yourself) and how more people knowing about it will help.

I explain a bit about the spectrum using the cake analogy: some Ace people won't have any cake at all. Some Ace people will share a cake with their loved one because it's a nice thing to do but they're not going to having it with anyone. I vaguely hinted at some Ace people who just make cake for themselves! But the idea is basically we're not going "I want cake!", we're on a spectrum of no cake (simplistically put as sex-repulsed) to "will have cake for the occasion" (sex indifferent, usually within a relationship).

I also think(?) I said that being Ace doesn't require a kind of "coming out" that other orientations/identities might need. Me being happily single and having no interest in sex doesn't mean anything or give you an any clues to my identity. And that's a good thing (because fuck this concept of having to know everyone's identity) but also a bad thing (because we also need visibility). I was not as eloquent as this because I was nervous and speaking on a national radio station on the most popular slot that they have. But I hope that came across.

Anyway, if any mutuals I have known for a while want to hear it I clipped up my part so you can listen. Drop me a message and I'll send over the link!

[bomber-base]

Super Bomberman R: Bomberman TV - Round 2 (video + partial transcript)

Originally aired on March 27, 2017. Hosted by Tetsuya Yanagihara (Magnet Bomber) and Yoshiyuki Hirai (Golem Bomber). The guests are Genki Okawa (Blue Bomber) and “Setobon,” a Konami employee.

There was initially a comment here about how, as with the first video, we’ve refrained from doing a full transcription and instead focused on the parts that might be relevant or more interesting to bomberfans in order to get this out in a timely manner...but then this post languished as a draft for basically six years because I kept forgetting about it. Oops. 🤣

But! It does remain true that this is a partial transcription. Parts we left out include but are not limited to:

Some things that seemed like more or less common knowledge about the game at this point in terms of features

Some things that just didn’t seem too important in the entire scheme of things

A fair amount of conversational filler

If someone else is able to do a full transcript of this video (and the previous one), by all means take the wheel from Jesus. (Or the Angel? We’re not entirely sure who’s in charge anymore.) 

As always, muchos arigatous to the Base’s resident translator minion Bomber D. Rufi for providing the translation.

SEGMENT #1: (0:00 - 4:32)

Yanagihara and Hirai introduce themselves, remind the viewers that Super Bomberman R is out now, and introduce the guests: Blue Bomber’s seiyuu and a Konami employee.

(0:35) HIRAI: My dream is to be a voice actor!

(0:39) YANAGIHARA: That’s kinda old news, man. Bringing that over from the first episode makes it old news.

(1:04) HIRAI: So last time we had White’s voice actor Koumoto-san and Aqua’s voice actor Takahashi-san on the show.

(1:09) HIRAI + ON-SCREEN TEXT: They were a pretty uneven combination, yeah?

(1:11) HIRAI: The eldest son and youngest daughter.

(1:15) YANAGIHARA: Yeah, the big brother and little sister. 

(1:20) YANAGIHARA: And now this time around we have this person sitting in with us...if you’d please?

(1:25) OKAWA: Hello, I’m Blue’s voice actor, Genki Okawa, nice to meet you.

(1:28) YANAGIHARA: Ah, Genki-chan. [NOTE: Yanagihara addresses/refers to Okawa as “Genki-chan,” with -chan being an honorific of cuteness and/or familiarity. Possibly they know each other from something else? Especially since they’re apparently on a first-name basis.]

(1:35) YANAGIHARA: So Genki-chan, who plays Blue, is here, along with someone else...

(1:43) SETOBON: Nice to meet you! I’m Setobon from Konami.

(1:49) HIRAI: She’s from Konami...

(1:50) YANAGIHARA: Right, a Konami employee.

(1:53) HIRAI: Right, so, Ms. Setobon, what is it that you do at Konami?

(1:55) SETOBON: Usually I’m in charge of promoting Super Bomberman R.

(2:02) HIRAI: So you’re putting in time all over the place, huh?

(2:10) SETOBON: I guess you could say I’m the chief of Bomberman, or something like that.

(2:25) YANAGIHARA: So, y’know, it’s said that she’s the best at Bomberman out of all the staff.

(2:26) HIRAI: That’s some pretty high praise. Are you that good?

(2:34) SETOBON: Well...

(2:35) HIRAI: How good are you, really?

(2:37) SETOBON: I was able to defeat a boss with one hand.

(2:41) HIRAI: You’re that good?

(2:43) YANAGIHARA: She was able to use the Switch like this.

(2:53) YANAGIHARA: She’s strong and cute.

(3:15) OKAWA + ON-SCREEN TEXT: Dude, I don’t belong here at all, do I?

(3:17) OKAWA: Should I just go home? It’s like this is just an ad for Konami.

(3:25) YANAGIHARA: Okay, Genki-chan, we’ll shine the spotlight on you.

(3:27) YANAGIHARA: So what kind of character role does Blue play in the game?

(3:30) OKAWA: He’s the leader.

(3:31) YANAGIHARA: Uh, no. He’s not.

(3:32) OKAWA: What, he isn’t?

(3:33) HIRAI: He’s the third kid, after all.

(3:38) OKAWA: Well, he’s the kind of person who could lead if he really wanted to.

(3:41) HIRAI: He’s the type who wants to come out on top, right?

(3:43) YANAGIHARA: Uh, no, that’s totally wrong.

(3:51) OKAWA: So basically he’s always sleeping, anytime and anywhere.

(4:03) HIRAI: He’s basically like a sloth then.

(4:05) OKAWA: But that’s not all. He’s actually got a bunch of smarts.

(4:07) YANAGIHARA: Oh, so that’s the sort of set-up he’s got.

(4:14) OKAWA: Yeah, he’s actually got a good head on his shoulders and is pretty clever, but he’s usually half-asleep most of the time.

(4:16) YANAGIHARA: So he’s smart, but always tired.

(4:28) YANAGIHARA: So with that out of the way, let’s play some Super Bomberman R!

SEGMENT #3 (4:33 - 19:15)

The gameplay section. Hirai once again explains the mechanics for those who aren’t familiar, and the guests discuss their previous experiences with the franchise. They skip straight to battle mode, with Yanagihara and Hirai once again forming Team Boss Characters while Okawa and Setobon form Team Youngsters.

(4:37) HIRAI: Okay, so, like we did last time, we’ll give a simple explanation of what Bomberman is to people who haven’t heard of it yet.

(5:01) YANAGIHARA: So as for the two of you, it’s obvious that you’ve played Bomberman now, but did you play it when you little?

(5:07) OKAWA: I have.

(5:10) HIRAI: How old were you when you first played?

(5:13) OKAWA: I think the first time I played, it was on the Sega Saturn while I was in elementary school.

(5:16) YANAGIHARA: Ah, so on the Saturn...

(5:20) OKAWA: The one where they were all in 3D.

(5:23) HIRAI: Oh, where the objects were realistic.

(5:27) YANAGIHARA: What about you, Setobon?

(5:29) SETOBON: Um, well, I...

(5:30) OKAWA: Ah, this doesn’t sound good.

(5:33) SETOBON: I know it seems like I’m just being shy, but...

(5:35) HIRAI: Ah, we can’t quite hear you...

(5:36) SETOBON: I never played it!

(5:38) HIRAI: How dare you!

(5:42) SETOBON: It just wasn’t around for my generation!

(5:44) HIRAI: Generation ain’t got nothin’ to do with it, dammit.

(5:47) YANAGIHARA: Bomberman’s been around for a loooong time, though.

(5:48) OKAWA: Bomberman isn’t a generational thing.

(5:49) HIRAI: Don’t you have oodles of info to tell you that?

(5:51) YANAGIHARA: We weren’t expecting you to come out with an answer like that, it’s strange!

(5:53) SETOBON: When the company put me in charge of the series, I did like it...

(5:57) HIRAI: That’s already too late!

(6:02) HIRAI: How old are you right now?

(6:03) SETOBON: 23...

(6:04) HIRAI: Take responsibility!

(6:05) YANAGIHARA: [holding Hirai back] Stop that!

(6:07) HIRAI: I mean, you could play the game on a smartphone even, dammit.

(6:08) SETOBON: I do have it on my personal smartphone, I just started playing!

(6:13) OKAWA: You can play it on a smartphone?

(6:15) HIRAI: Yeah.

(6:15) OKAWA: I’m totally downloading it.

(6:25) YANAGIHARA: In times like these, girls gotta experience games themselves to get hooked.

(6:30) HIRAI: So how do you play it?

(6:32) YANAGIHARA: Yeah, how?

(6:33) SETOBON: I just have fun.

(6:34) HIRAI: Don’t take so long to answer!

(6:45) YANAGIHARA: So, what, out of everyone here, you think she might be the best at this?

(6:47) OKAWA: No way am I gonna lose to someone I don’t even know.

(7:02) [ON SCREEN: “Team Boss Characters” “Team Youngsters”]

(7:09) OKAWA: Cool, well, I’m gonna end this right here.

(7:19) YANAGIHARA: Right, for the first match, we’ll go to The Great Wall.

(8:13) MAGNET: “Don’t call me little!”

(8:23) YANAGIHARA: It sounded like Blue was saying something...

(8:25) OKAWA: Let’s have him talk again.

(8:30) BLUE: “Huh? Me?”

(8:33) OKAWA: Seems like it was shorter this time around. Well, whatever!

(8:41) YANAGIHARA: What’s up with that?

(8:43) HIRAI: That’s free raw materials.

(9:37) SETOBON: I can’t seem to get on the second level...

(9:40) HIRAI: Seems more to me like you don’t want to.

(10:13) OKAWA: Wait, since we’re on teams, doesn’t this mean that we already won?

(10:16) SETOBON: That’s right...

(10:17) HIRAI: Yeah, you did actually win.

(10:19) OKAWA: But I wanna win since I’ve got a grudge now.

(10:31) SETOBON: But I won without doing anything!

(10:34) OKAWA: Yeah, but you got to see just how awesome and powerful I am.

(10:42) YANAGIHARA: How did we lose just now?

(11:37) GOLEM: “I will win for sure.”

(12:04) GOLEM: “Defeat ????” [NOTE: Unintelligible.]

(12:06) OKAWA: He said “safety hazard suit.” [NOTE: Looks like they didn’t know what he said either.]

(12:26) SETOBON: And you’re back...this sucks...

(12:31) OKAWA: Ahhh, what am I doing?!

(12:38) HIRAI: Okay, first we go after her.

(12:40) SETOBON: And who is this “her”...?

(12:43) OKAWA: Let’s work together.

(12:44) SETOBON: Hey, wait a second!

(12:52) OKAWA: Awwyeah.

(12:53) SETOBON: What are you so happy about?

(13:08) YANAGIHARA: So, uh, you guys seem to have misunderstood something...

(13:14) YANAGIHARA: You made Setobon your rival and all, but...

(13:16) SETOBON: But we’re supposed to be a team.

(13:48) YANAGIHARA: And then there’s you, dude. You were all like, “Let’s go after her together!” with Genki-chan...

(13:54) HIRAI: Ah, yeah, I did.

(13:55) YANAGIHARA: But that’s what you’re supposed to say to me, yeah?

(16:47) OKAWA: What the hell?!

(16:51) OKAWA: I got beat.

(16:59) HIRAI: You were the last one standing, Setobon! You came back to life to claim victory?

(17:19) HIRAI: Even Genki-kun’s shivering...

(17:33) SETOBON: That was a total coincidence, though...

(17:35) SETOBON: Though coincidences like that do happen in Bomberman, huh.

(17:53) HIRAI: Well, being able to win by coincidence is all you can do in Bomberman, where no one’s ever sure what’ll happen.

(18:08) [ON SCREEN: Team Youngsters Wins.] GENKI: We did it!

(18:13) HIRAI: Even though we used special bombs and all...we couldn’t beat you in the end.

(18:17) OKAWA: Those special bombs were pretty dangerous.

(18:42) HIRAI: We have to thank Setobon for explaining the stages and demonstrating the terror of a woman, despite it only being her sophomore year.

(18:56) YANAGIHARA: Though somehow now I think I get why she’s considered the best.

(19:03) SETOBON: An evaluation meeting, huh...

(19:05) HIRAI: Huh? Why?

(19:07) SETOBON: An evaluation meeting...

(19:08) OKAWA: If you’d like on your own, sure.

(19:11) YANAGIHARA: What’s there to evaluate?

SEGMENT #4: (19:16 - 23:53)

Wrapping up the video.

(19:22) HIRAI: So we got to try out the special bombs this time around...

(19:27) HIRAI: So with Golem, he can defeat others who are hit by the bombs he makes.

(19:35) YANAGIHARA: So how does Magnet’s ability work?

(19:37) SETOBON: When he makes his bomb, it’ll chase the opponent.

(19:50) OKAWA: Using that thing is bad news, huh.

(19:52) YANAGIHARA: Yeah, even I was surprised.

(20:00) YANAGIHARA: Here I was thinking it’d come back to me.

(20:02) SETOBON: It doesn’t come back.

(20:06) YANAGIHARA: I was pressing the lower button wondering what he was doing.

(20:12) OKAWA: So if you had a bunch of friends, you could get together online and fight it out, right?

(20:17) HIRAI: Yeah, that’s right — you can do stuff online.

(20:23) HIRAI: You can have up to eight people playing together.

(20:25) YANAGIHARA: That’s eight! Eight!

(20:27) OKAWA: No way, that’s scary!

(20:52) YANAGIHARA: So what’d you think, Genki-chan?

(20:53) OKAWA: I had a great time. I can see myself getting really into this.

(20:58) HIRAI: A hot-blooded type, huh...

(20:59) OKAWA: If I were with my buddies we’d probably end up getting into a fight.

(21:26) YANAGIHARA: And your feelings on it, Seto-chan?

(21:28) SETOBON: I think this is a game everyone can be enthusiastic about. Even I was fighting seriously, maybe a little too seriously now that I think about it. It’s a party game that I’d be happy if everyone took home to enjoy once it’s released in March.

(22:03) YANAGIHARA: She was doing this [gesturing with his hands] whole time to White, twisting and pulling him. I felt kind of bad for him.

(22:11) OKAWA: Poor White.

(22:16) YANAGIHARA: And what’d you think, Hirai?

(22:19) HIRAI: We should totally play again.

(22:22) YANAGIHARA: You wanna go at it again?

(22:24) HIRAI: Yeah, to improve things.

(22:25) YANAGIHARA: After this? Yeah.  

(22:26) HIRAI: I don’t mean the game. I mean Seto-san.

(22:30) YANAGIHARA: Whaaaat?

(22:31) HIRAI: We can turn her into the ultimate PR machine.

(22:36) OKAWA: This show turned into something completely different.

(22:38) OKAWA: Everyone already knows about Bomberman, so...

(22:43) HIRAI: So we can’t help but be interested in Seto-san.

(22:46) YANAGIHARA: Seems like we’ve got another explosive daughter on our hands.

(23:08) YANAGIHARA: Now, if you’d like to introduce the game to the audience...

(23:11) OKAWA: Super Bomberman R is currently in stores everywhere! This is a brand new game for the Nintendo Switch, so please enjoy it with your friends and family.

(23:25) YANAGIHARA: And if you’d please?

(23:27) SETOBON: We hope you’ll enjoy it!

(23:30) YANAGIHARA: Well, we hope you’ll have a good time until we meet again! Thanks for watching episode 2 of Bomberman TV! Well, then — goodbye!

[jellybeanium124]

so if your most recent post at the time of me responding to this is correct, you're like, 14 (and if I'm reading that post wrong and you're older, oops), so I don't want to put you on blast or nothing and I'm not mad, but I think you're a bit misinformed. christianity did evolve from judaism. jesus was a jew and he initially lead a sect of judaism, and then paul came along like 40 years after jesus's death and really got christianity going. they are different religions though, and in practice, we don't worship the same god. christians worship jesus. they praise jesus and pray to jesus and thank jesus. jews do not do that because our gd is not jesus, jesus is just some guy to me.

a lot of jews on this site have a bone to pick with christianity, which isn't my argument to make or anything, since atm I don't have a bone to pick with christianity itself. like I think my americaness is overriding everything else for now because I value religious freedom, like, actual religious freedom to practice your religion in peace, not freedom to discriminate against people, more. any arguments that seek to invalidate a religion skeeze me out because in practice it won't be the christians who are denied their religious freedom.

historically, however, christians have done some shit to jews, man. like the inquisition?? like all the antisemitism in europe ever? muslims have also done some shit to jews. in practice every group who lives alongside jews is antisemitic. like society is just antisemitic, man.

you're saying "just get along" to a tiny, persecuted minority, and the majority in power that has persecuted them for thousands of years. it don't work like that.

crazy how 2,000 years of being fed "jews are untrustworthy two faced liars" will make people instinctively think jews are liars and have their gut reaction to jews talking about judaism be "assume they're lying." or maybe these are two unrelated phenomena that have no impact on each other and the gentile instinct to distrust the jew has nothing to do with thousands of years of antisemitism they've internalized.

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oops its me again

I literally posted one thing on here then bounced apparently lol.

i fell down the rabbit hole of depression again oh man.

living with depression is so crazy because internally your telling yourself you need to get up and do things and its like your body is on vacation. I hate being the way I am. all messed up in the brain. I have good days I really do but sometimes the bad out weigh the good. which is so stupid because my life is a blip on the radar compared to a lot and I do mean a lot of other peoples struggles. And some people are literally dying right now and I'm posted up in my bed upset because of some chemical imbalance.

Now I'm not shitting on mental health because it is real I.e me, but its foreal wack. like its like an out of body experience when someone with a PHd tells me I have something wrong with me I'm like welp lol.

i just cant believe all of my life choices have led me to where I am now in life. Im 28, unemployed at the moment, No education like shit man I didn't even graduate highschool. Truthfully I wish just for one single day I can go back in time to slap the shit out of my 14 year old self and tell her to get her shit together. My school days consisted of boys and friends who weren't really my friends and gaucho pants. I'm not even kidding I am not even friends with the people I spent the entirety of my pre pubescent life with. My childhood bestfriends are just facebook friends, I cant even remember the names of the boys I used to chase around at recess. Then in highschool I was more concerned about older boys and what I was gonna wear to the school dances,which I wish the fashion in 2012 weren't so well I guess now they're an "aesthetic" vibe for kids today. Yikes.

BUT I will always hold onto my skinny jeans till the day I die lol.

finally killed off the side bangs when I was 22.

I finally took the initiative to go back to school though. signed up for classes cause 10 years out of highschool I've learned I've retained nothing except for stuff that isn't going to take me anywhere. like PEMDAS. did anyone else learn it as " please excuse my dear aunt sally"? or did I just grow up weird. even though I know what it means and can tell you what it stands for, if you put a problem Infront of me using that formula I'd look at you like a deer in the headlights.

I doubt anyone will ever read this but if by some chance you do... I cant promise its gonna get better, but you have to fight the battle more then once to win it. So keep fighting, keep loving, and never accept less then what you deserve. truly, I know trust me I know its easier said then done, but the universe needs you.

I really do be rambling on here lol.

its nice to get the internal thoughts...external? lmao.

I'm trying to find joy in the things I used to love.

I started reading again, I haven't gotten very far in the book I just got but I'm gonna get there. have been finally giving myself a proper bedroom. when I moved into my apartment the only thing I had for my room was a bed. now I got a big girl bed frame AND a new mattress oh and I replaced this giant desk I bought off market place for $30 dollars with a smaller one, more simple. and I got fairy lights for my curtains and today I bought a led salt lamp. very vibey in here. even as I'm dumping all this into endless typing I have lofi playing in the background. I hope oneday I can just breathe without a heaping pile of bullshit on my imaginary plate. fingers crossed.

I love you.<3