#so uh... sorry in advance

[pharawee]

T'is the night before Pit Babe 2 and while I'm really really ridiculously excited to see what insanity they've cooked up for us this time, I don't think I'm as hyped as I was for season 1 when the plot was kind of more low-key and the couples weren't 100% set.

...which basically is a really fancy way of saying PeteKenta stole my heart and it's kind of hard to go from there.

It's not like I'm disgruntled or can't get into the other pairings at all, but there was such a wildcard element to it in a normally very pre-planned and marketing-friendly industry, and I'm not sure if they're willing go there again (especially now that all the acting pairs are established and a very vocal part of fandom goes insane pretty much every time one of them so much as breathes into the general direction of another actor*). Sure, there'll (hopefully) be breadcrumbs until KimKenta is established** - and looking back that's pretty much all there was of PeteKenta in the first season anyway - but I suppose that's about it.

And with an ensemble cast as big as this one, I know it's difficult to be committed to every side plot and character (I'm pretty sure fans of Sonic and North and Kim and Dean and lmao even Winner*** felt the same way after the first season) so I don't really have a lot of expectations.

I mean, it'd be nice if Winner and Dean aren't as sidelined as the trailers suggested. Or if Willy is more than just the new villain du jour - especially since I already know I'll be gravitating towards them because, uh, when have I ever not immediately latched on to random side characters?

Anyway, this is a kind of long-winded way of saying that I'm once again watching for the wildcard element of it... so if I make gifs (dear universe, let me finally get over my gifmaking burnout bc I miss making gifs so much 😭🙏) it'll probably be of the most obscure and boring moments lmao

And on top of that I'm in Europe which I'm not sure Change2561 knows exist so I shall have to take to the Seven Seas even though I'm paying for a yearly iqiyi subscription because there's no way I'll subject myself to the cut youtube version again (also, there's no way I'll watch episodes twice - have you SEEN the BL calendar for May??).

So yeah, expect me 3 -12 hours late every Friday with only the most pathetic of Winner gifs (which is very on brand so I'm not even mad) in tow.

*and I don't even blame them. After all, marketing deals for acting pairs is what makes the most money in Thai BL.

**and here's to hoping they'll meaningfully lead us from PeteKenta (and PeteWay) to both KimKenta and PeteChris because that would be very much appreciated and, you know, actually good storytelling.

***I say this lovingly. He'll always be the winner of my heart...🫰🫰

[reductionisms]

math yaoi - ring theory from yaoizine 5!

[triona-tribblescore]

successfully avoided any sonic 3 spoilers up till now and i've finally booked tickets to see it tomorrow. I am sorry in advance for the potential person I may become after it (I am incredibly totally normal about this franchise especially when Shadow is involved. So normal. yep. not delulu at all)

[mothcpu]

this popped in my head last night like what do you think Mirage did with V2’s corpse? did she just..push it out to sea or does she still have it in her house like standing up in the closet? I sorta feel like she’d keep it for some reason

she'd eventually perform an autopsy to salvage its body for functional parts (and irrevocably confirm its death in the process)

[i-miss-lotor]

Btw, I'm writing my thesis on fandom culture and I'd like to interview/talk with some people for it, so please, if anyone's up for answering some questions, please let me know! I'm especially interested in the changes in history, and it might be a stretch but if anyone has some experience in participating before/ the early Internet days, or know someone who did, please please please reach out to me🙏 Until then I'm reading fanlore and any articles I can find lmao

And please reblog so more people will see this and I have bigger chance to talk with people, thank you<3

(I should probably add that it's gonna be in Hungarian. So of there's a slight chance that I can talk to a Hungarian about it, that would be really cool, too, most of my sources are in English anyway so I'd be grateful for any and all participants, the more the merrier)

[heyimapersonsblog]

Just some story idea that crossed my mind like.. I guess 10 minutes before I wrote this post

Thinking about the aligned continuity and thought about smth about RID 2015 and rescue bots and think to myself "Man, I wonder if the rescue bots left griffin rock to visit bumblebee and his new team?" Cuz like from what I've seen, only blurr actually did meet bumblebee in RID 2015 as a cameo and out of all of the episodes he appears in, the only bot he mentions from the rescue bot serious would be heatwave if I remember correctly... Ok back to my idea

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Grimlock and Strongarm are patrolling the scrapyard while talking about how they all first met one another, Sideswipe watching some racing shows with Russel and Denny who is bringing some snacks for Russel, Drift is meditating while his students polish his swords, and Bumblebee is with Fix-it updating their base and stuff, when they get a notification of someone being outside of the entrance to the junkyard, A firetruck, police car, Helicopter, and a bulldozer, Denny heads out to check it out as he is just as confused as they were and thought some city officials came by, and just as the entrance to the scrapyard open, Denny is greeted by a old police chief, introducing themselves as Chief burn's from griffin rock.. Denny and Russel realize it's one of the burn's, the family of heroes bumblebee talked about a long back, and happily welcomed him and his children inside, but Russel and Cody stayed outside for a bit, Russel checks if there are any cars coming, and seeing the cost being clear, he laughed and tells the bots they can transform, shocking Cody and the rescue bots, but calm down when Russel explain he knows they are autobots, and to come inside as they are welcomed warmly, and they all just meet each other while inside the scrapyard, Bumblebee being happy and greeted the team, and is very happy to see his friends blades, who was also happy to meet his bff again after so long, they exchange stories a bit, yata yata, and the rescue bots are probably shock if told that one of bumblebees team, that being grimlock was a decepticon but meh, but hey, at least the humans and bots got to exchange info about themselves while introducing to one another......

Ok that's all I got bye-

[rainbowangel110]

*banging pots and pans together* Horizons Episode next week :D *pots and pans* New arc soon lets go!!! *bang bang* Hour long special!!!!!

I'm making a bingo sheet :)

[raddestrose]

My small contribution to the fandom, If you will

[screwzara]

Anyways so I'm RPG!Scry have been with one of the party members lol

(hint: the fic is about her first months with the party)

[harukapologist]

hhi *throws them at u and runs away*

alternate version

[mellomadness]

I just fell down a rabbit hole about (legal) body disposal and part of me is so anxious wishing I could tell the FBI agent monitoring my internet searches that I’m just morbidly curious and I’m not planning on dying anytime soon (or planning anything ELSE, for that matter)

[blizzardfluffykpop]

i thought i'd make a quick update on writing post! and I wanted to let you know that I'll still be writing tbz fanfiction! but I may be adding a new group or two to my rotation. i have a draft in the works for a member of enhypen and will probably start to write for ateez too.

[51-queer-frogs]

*to the tune of muder on the dancefloor*

It's yuri on the dash-board!

[wizardofgoodfortune]

Gonna go ahead and ask you #58 on your Spotify wrapped while I'm thinking about it

#58 on my top songs is mirrorball by taylor swift! this is definitely one of my fav songs from her, if not The Favorite; a vivid music video plays out in my head every time i listen to it. here's my favorite part from it, which can definitely lend itself to particular dreamling scenarios... like 1989.

And they called off the circus, burned the disco down When they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me

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When his stranger didn't show up in 1989, Hob spent the whole day waiting for him. The whole night, too. He heard the last call but stayed long after, until the bartender—Ian was his name, Hob learned at one point—had to kick him out so they could lock up. To Ian's credit, he did it with his most apologetic face.

"Sorry, Hob," Ian said as he locked up the front door of the tavern. "Feel free to come back 'round tomorrow. Promise the place'll still be here by then."

Hob, who was hovering listlessly beside him, gave him a smile. "You'll regret you said that."

Ian laughed. "I'll never regret having more regulars. God knows we need it."

Hob frowned. Right. He nearly forgot about that.

"Need a lift?" Ian offered, fishing out a different set of keys from inside his pockets. "You've drunk quite a lot."

"I'm fine, I just need to—" Hob took a deep breath, "—I need to walk it off."

Ian narrowed his eyes. "Sure? I better not read about you in the papers tomorrow."

Hob snorted. "Trust me, you won't."

With that, Hob stood in front of the tavern and watched Ian drive off, until the old man rounded a corner and disappeared.

Now that he was alone, Hob slumped down on the damp ground and leaned against the front door. They've probably replaced this door more times than he could count, along with the rest of the tavern. Century after century, Hob saw less and less of what used to be here 600 years ago: the chairs, the tables, the mugs, the godawful drinks. The closest thing to permanence this tavern had was its name, and, up until tonight, his stranger. And soon, it wouldn't even have itself.

Hob reached into his coat pocket and took out his lighter and a carton of cigarettes. As he watched London's everchanging skyline glitter above the Thames, he lit a cigarette, the orange of it glowing in the dark. He sat there, waiting, waiting, waiting. He was good at that, at waiting. All you had to have for waiting was time, and Hob had it in abundance. So he waited until the sun rose, until the streets came alive with cars and people, until Ian came back to open up.

"Oi, what happened to walking it off?!" Ian exclaimed, standing over Hob, shielding him from the noon sun. "Bloody hell. C'mon now. Up you go."

Hob let himself be corralled into the tavern's small office and be sat at the small couch that was probably meant for interviews and terminations. He drank the water and aspirin placed in front of him, and he wore the spare shirt lent to him, but he left Ian's questions unanswered.

"Y'know," Hob started as soon as Ian came back in from the bar, "I reckon I could do a good job running a tavern."

"You should be asleep," Ian said accusatorily.

Maybe he should've been. But instead, Hob was sitting upright, wide awake. "I've been in countless taverns, just like this," he continued, "and I reckon I could make a great one. It would be so great that people from all over the world would come to eat and drink there, and say, 'Hey look, it's Hob's tavern, the greatest one around!' And d'you know what the best part about it would be?"

Ian sighed and leaned on his desk. "What?"

"It would be so great that they'd never close it down. They wouldn't be able to. Everyone would rally around it, even the council. And it'd be there for, for centuries. No, millennia. No, forever."

Ian shook his head, smiling. "A beautiful dream."

"A dream?" Hob scrunched his eyebrows. "You don't believe me?"

"Hob, this tavern has been here for centuries. That's a pretty good run, I'd say. Before that, it might've been something else, like a house, or a barn, or something. And before that, it was probably an empty plot of land, or maybe it was full of trees. Maybe bloody dinosaurs lived and died here. Or maybe it was underwater, I dunno. But I'm getting away from the point," Ian said, scratching his scraggly beard. "The point is: things change. That's life."

Suddenly, Hob was reminded of that night a hundred years ago, how his stranger detested the implication that he changed, that he grew to be lonely, lonely enough to seek out companionship. Hob's companionship. Obviously he detested the implication enough to not show up yesterday. But maybe, just maybe, his stranger will show up again today or the next day, just to prove a point, just to say he didn't need him to be his friend, and to say goodbye for the last time. Surely his stranger's not cruel enough to not show up at all, right?

"I, I know, but I can't let this place change, at least not yet," Hob said. His desperation must've plain on his face from the way Ian smiled sadly at him.

"And why's that?"

"My friend and I," Hob paused, thinking about what to say, "this place is important to us."

"You can always find another place."

"He won't," Hob said, voice breaking, "he won't be able to find me."

"How sure are you that he won't?"

Hob put his head into his hands. "I'm sure."

"You don't have his number?"

Hob shook his head.

Ian sighed. "Well, like I said last night, you'll need a lot of money to—"

"I have the money," Hob blurted out.

"What's that?"

"I," Hob repeated, raising his head in realization, "I have the money."

Ian only looked at him.

"I can, I can keep this place alive until he comes back."

Ian regarded him wordlessly for a few more seconds, then said, "I appreciate the thought, I do, but I reckon you can just establish a new one and it'll be less expensive. You can always, I dunno, put up some signs. 'This way to the new tavern' or something. Then when your friend comes around, they'll just read your sign and go to the new tavern."

Hob stared at Ian, mouth hanging open. Then he laughed, feeling a sleep-deprived lightness in his chest. He stood up and held Ian by his shoulders, still smiling. "Ian, you're a genius."

Ian chuckled heartily. "I try."

"And you're a hired genius."

"Pardon?"

"I'll need a bartender for the new tavern," Hob said, grinning.

Ian scoffed in disbelief, but he was smiling. "And what'll you name it?"

Hob thought for a second, then settled on: "The New Tavern."

Ian chortled. "You need sleep. Dearly."

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send me a number and i'll write something based on the corresponding song in my spotify wrapped!

[100truedaily]

Day 290

[makerofmadness]

hey guys guess who's back from purgatory

*holding AU behind my back that I've been cooking up for months* I have a surprise for y'all ;3