#was originally gonna caption this just “hold me”

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not my best work but I was crying alone in my room so...

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just the original sketch:

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“Could someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived”

pt2: "Ditch the clowns, get the crown / baby I'm the one to beat"

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

SMAU

The reader is a singer-songwriter who just broke up with long term fiancé Lewis Hamilton. Of course she wrote a gut wrenching album to cope.

This is gonna be a lot of shitting on Lewis— absolutely no hate! I just love a good heartbreak and the Tortured Poets Department

Also dates aren’t accurate bc I don’t have time to worry abt all that and I totally stole all of this from real life- not an ounce of originality

Music themed masterlist

Complete masterlist pinned on my profile

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yn_ln: pinky promise to always by your side 🏎️

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lewishamilton pinky promise to always be by YOUR side

yn_ln ♥️

mercadesamgf1 always a pleasure to host our pop princess!

yn_ln always a pleasure to be hosted!!

user1 looks always kill in the paddock

user2 ugh to be in the F1 paddock watching my driver fiancee on weekends I'n not touring

user3 stunning!!

user4 the pinky promise makes me physically ill😭

user5 fr WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN

carmenmmundt gorgeous! Always a good time with you 🫶

yn_ln dinner soon?

carmenmmundt yes please!!

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lewishamilton: could’ve been better but back to work for next week

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user1 being a Hamilton fan used to be fun, I used to be happy

user2 the second photo is so fanfic coded I can't

user3 omg yes!!

user4 maybe Ferrari will be championship #8

user5 hottest couple in the paddock

mercadesamgf1 watch out Australia 👊💥

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yn_ln: Argentina I’m so glad we were able to dance my best dress with you! Until next time 🫶🎇

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user1 BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE

user2 babe wake up a dancing Taylor post just dropped

sabrinacarpender such an electric crowd!!

yn_ln thank you for your hype work

lewishamilton: wonderful show once again!!

user3 best night ever

user4 AHHH STUNNING

user5 manifesting tickets so hard rn

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ynupdates: Superstar Y/n L/n and boyfriend Lewis Hamilton after her show in Argentina!!

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user1 LMAO the update account rlly said she's everything and he's just Ken

user2 the wine was iconic!!

user3 omg that's my photo!!

user4 we thank you for your service

user5 you know she was jumping with joy bc of those boots

user6 omg irl! I can't imagine how her feet feel after heels all show

user7 they are so sweet

user8 get yourself a man who takes you out after work

user9 my fav couple fr fr

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ln_yn: Round of applause for Brazil for their incredible rain show!!

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user1 the first pic 😳

user2 chills, literal chills

user3 the entire vibes of the whole show was wow

user4 I agree and I was watching through a fuzzy live stream

user5 anybody else need illicit affairs (angry verson) on Spotify now

user6 me me me!!

user7 Y/n make it happen

user8 it kinda felt personal ngl

user9 best night ever!! I went as fearless in a gold dress and to say I danced in a storm in my “best dress” with Y/n was incredible!!

user10 omg that’s so lucky!!

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yn_ln: Thank you South America for welcoming me with open arms for this leg of the tour!! I will miss you all dearly over break but rest and relaxation is important for an awesome European leg!!

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user1 I’m gonna miss the fuzzy live streams 😭

user2 gets some rest Queen!!

user3 I can’t wait for the second leg!! Let’s go Europe🫶🫶

user4 it’s go time to get my Eras outfit

user8 I need ideas!!

user4 me and my boyfriend are going as Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

user9 I’m dressing in a white dress with a small veil that says “fucked in the head” and messed up makeup bc champagne problems is one of my favs

user10 I love it!!

user5 anybody else sad Lewis wasn’t at these last few shows, nor was she at any races or seen near mercades home base

user6 they’ve been together for 6 years, I’m not worried abt them spending some time focused on their jobs without each other

user7 yea and they’re really private so I’m sure they’ll catch up plenty during her break

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mercadesamgf1 that's our driver!!🏆

georgerussell congrats man! bloody good driving today

lewishamilton double point weekend

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yn_ln: surprise!! "The Tortured Poets Department: Eros" out now!! This edition includes two new songs, "So High School" and "The Alchemy"

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The Game (Fancy Pants part 2)

Paige Bueckers x actress!fem!oc Ava Radmall

Words: 4.5k

TW: religious services (church)

A/N: so I originally meant for this to be a little filler chapter buttttt ended up putting two together and adding my version of plot (there won't be too too much in this series, I'm doing my best tho).

Ava

It’s raining when I go to pick up my mom from the airport. I get out of my spunky little blue car to hug her hello and put her bag in the trunk. Then we stop at Whole Foods for the list of foods she needs to buy (which I tried to buy ahead of time but she insisted we go together, apparently it doesn’t “feel the same if she doesn’t look at it first”). 

In the parking lot I ask her to stop and turn around and catch her in such an aesthetic picture where she’s holding a bag under each arm bundled in her bright red raincoat with a slight rainbow in the background. I post it to my Instagram story and caption it “Mama and me <3” 

We get back to my place and start to put the food away when I get a text from an unknown number. 

I can’t help but smile slightly at the fact she’s texting me. 

Hey ava it's paige

cam gave me ur number hope it's cool

Hi Paige

It's cool dw

ok phew

how long is ur mom in town?

Until Jan 3, why?

does she like the lakers?

Are you wanting to take my mom on a date to a lakers game?

no no chill

she's pretty tho

Thanks??

lemme try again

does ur mom like the warriors AND CAM

I guess, why

do you have nye plans

Probably not, why

ok im getting cam lakers tickets for us for her bday

if you guys wanna join

Well you could've just said that, silly

well it was more fun this way, silly

At that I put my phone face down on the island to find my mom staring at me from across the counter, eyebrows raised. 

“Who ya texting?” She asks, always one for hot goss. Or prying questions. 

“Just a friend.” I answer, but I know I’m not controlling the upturn of my lips of blush of my cheeks very well. Yes I’m an actor but this is my mom, the woman who single-handedly raised me. 

“Okaaaaaay,” She extends the word and turns back to re-organizing the contents of my fridge, probably knowing that this is the move that never fails.

“I met Paige Bueckers at Cam’s Christmas party and she just asked if we want to go to a Laker's game for Cam’s birthday with them on New Year’s Eve.” I spill the beans. After being met with her silence, I add, “I think we’re gonna be friends!”

“And what did you say?” My mom asks, not turning away from the egg shelf she was inspecting. 

I slip into one of the stools at the hightop counter, swinging my feet in the air. “I said I’d get back to her. Do you want to go?” 

“I love CamCam, of course I’ll go. If she’ll be alright with me there, of course.” 

“Oh don’t even pretend, we both know she likes you more than me.” 

She sets down the butter that she’d moved on to and comes to stand behind me, running her hands up and down the sides of my arms. 

“I’m sorry sweetie,”

“No you’re not.”

“Yeah, no I’m not.” She says and laughs. 

My doorbell rings at 6:30 pm on Christmas Eve and I open it to find Ellie, my neighbor, just as expected. The twelve year old smiles at me as I let her in and wave to her mom, driving off to her shift at the hospital. 

We do our secret handshake (three fish slaps back and forth before a faked out high five) and she asks if my mom is here yet. When I tell her yes, she drops her backpack at my feet and bounds up the stairs from my entryway to the open-concept living space. 

“Sarah!!” I hear her shout before I can hear the impact of her jumping into my mom’s arms. I sigh to myself with a smile and bring the backpack up the stairs to place in her guest bedroom. 

I met Ellie and her mom Jules when I first moved in two years ago and got really close with them. Ellie walked my dog Frankie on my long set days and I watched Ellie during the summer on my off days and she slept at my house when her mom was working night shift. Like on Christmas Eve. Only last year when my mom visited for Christmas did we discover that we actually share the same runaway dad. It was an interesting Christmas morning to say the least. 

“Are we ready to commence the second annual Great Christmas Competition?” My mom asks, putting on her low rumbly announcer voice. Ellie squeals, already set up at my dining room table. 

We pull out hot glue guns and our bags of candy and graham crackers and start building our gingerbread houses. My mom finishes way before our half hour timer is up, so she takes a spoon to the pink icing tub, dying her mouth a brighter color. Then we move onto cookie decorations, where she’s more interested in eating the cookies than decorating them. Through both heats, Ellie is so focused she doesn’t say a word. And she wins, of course. We wouldn’t just let her win, but she’s a creative genius. Even if she wasn’t a kid she would still be winning. 

Then we move on to reindeer races (I win), Christmas karaoke (my mom wins), and snowman making (Ellie wins). Since she wins the tournament, she gets to pick the movie to cap off the night, and we settle on the couch to watch Elf. 

Around halfway through I pull my phone out to text Paige. 

What's your Venmo and how much for the tickets?

Her response is immediate. For some reason, that makes me smile.

don't even think about venmoing me bc i'll just send it right back

Don't make me go ask Cam

don't do that either I'm deadass

20 bucks says I can guess it right on the first try and if not you'll tell me

I don't think you understand how bets work

They way I see it it's a win win

uh yeah for u

What, you don't want me to win?

not if it means I lose, no

Don't make me write you a check

I'm not gonna honor that with a response

I put my phone away and try to refocus on the movie when Ellie leans on my shoulder, her soft brown hair falling into my lap. 

Christmas morning comes and goes. I spend it with my mom and Ellie, and Jules brings over Ellie’s presents from Santa when she gets back from her shift. She sleeps on the couch as my mom and I make breakfast, or she sleeps as much as she can before Ellie comes running in. 

Later in the day my mom finds a church service for us to attend, because apparently my five o’clock Episcopalian service wasn’t good enough for her. The church is small and charming, the service taking place in a gym of an old school that was turned into a community center. The congregation is very friendly and I spend half the time making faces at the baby in front of me. 

The next Sunday we return to the church for a regular service, and to my surprise, I spot a certain blonde in a middle row. I walk my mom towards her, and she turns and seems to have a similar look of surprise on her face. 

“These seats taken?” I ask. She shakes her head with a smile. 

“All yours.”

I introduce her to my mom and she shakes her hand, very formal. TikTok isn’t wrong, she definitely has good rizz. During the community time she’s asking us about our holiday and how my mom is liking LA right now. She brings up the Lakers game. 

“I’m assuming you know Cam since she roomed with Ava in college, right?” Paige asks. 

“Oh, do I know Cam. I adore Cam. She used to come on vacation with us sometimes.” 

“We always joke that Cam likes my mom more than she likes me.” I say and pretend to pout. Then the community time ends, and we move on to the sermon. 

After the service ends we help stack up the chairs and push them to the side. 

“This is only our second time here, do you know any good brunch spots around?” I ask Paige as we descend the stairs to the exit. She tells us about a bookstore cafe around the corner, and my mom insists she join us. 

Fifteen minutes later, we settle into our seats and the navy blue bookshelves behind Paige perfectly compliment her slick back blonde bun. I’m sitting across from her at the table, and I let my eyes travel down from the bun to the slope of her purple cardigan over her shoulders, crisp white t-shirt underneath a great contrast. On our walk here I had to really focus on keeping my eyes away from the way her legs looked so juicy in her simple black pants. 

I finally rip my gaze away from her to look at the menu. Then I look to my mom, who was watching Paige through her menu. I resist the urge to look back at Paige, because I can already feel her eyes on me. It makes heat rise throughout my body, and I untuck the hair from behind my ears to shield my neck, which I can feel is probably blushing.

Thankfully the waiter arrives, and we order our food. Then we resume being normal human beings, and partake in normal conversation. How Paige is doing on the team. The press tour I’m about to start and the next round of auditions. What my mom does as an elementary school art teacher. We discuss Cam a good bit, and her impending nuptials. 

When our food arrives we play roulette, where we rotate the dishes through the three of us at random. Thankfully, Paige is understanding of my mom’s shenanigans. I excuse myself halfway through under the guise of using the restroom, but really I find the waitress and cover the bill. My Asian dad may not have stuck around or been a decent guy, but there’s some things that may just be nature. 

I come back to my mom and Paige chatting, and apparently she was telling Paige an embarrassing story of me from childhood. Just great. 

“Yeah she like didn’t talk until she was like four. But she would point. Her two words were ‘puppy’ and ‘soccer.’” My mom tells her and Paige smiles. 

“Aw that’s so cute, my younger brother Drew did that too,” Paige responded. I pulled out my chair to sit back down with a squeak. “My step-mom always claimed that it was because Drew had me to interpret for him so he didn’t need to talk since I was fluent in Drew.” 

It makes my mom laugh which makes me smile. Paige is good.

Our waitress comes back and my mom asks for the check, so she lets us know it has “already been taken care of.” 

My mom fake scowls at me, and Paige gives me a look I can’t quite decipher. 

Paige 

I open my phone to call Azzi, but for some reason my fingers hover over Ava’s contact instead. 

u didn't have to do that u know

Do what?

buy brunch

I think the words you're looking for are "Thank you, Ava"

Thank you, Ava

You're welcome, Paige

The way she texted my name had the same effect on me as her actually saying it. I can see the way her lips wrap around the P of my name in my head. I need to send something to change the mood.

ur mom is cool

Ok ew don't text me that

I don’t know what to say because “sorry” doesn’t sound quite right. I’m not sorry. I do think Ava’s mom is cool. And pretty. I know where Ava gets her beauty from. 

Turning the the other side of the couch I had flopped down on five minutes ago, I pick up Aziz’s call instead of trying to craft a lackluster response to Ava.

“Yo, what’s up?” I ask her. 

“Please tell me you don’t answer the phone like that with other people.” She sighs in response. 

“This is just for you, Az.” I chirp in response. “But seriously, what’s been going on with you? How’s Dallas?” 

“Eh, Dallas is Dallas, like always.” She says. “Practice is practice. Life is life.” 

“Well you don’t sound very enthused,” I noted. “What’s going on.” 

She sighed, even longer this time. “Just worrying about my offseason training, nothing new. I want to hear about what’s been going on with you. How was Cam’s party?” 

I almost don’t want to answer about the party, because I know that means bringing up Ava, and for some reason there’s a part of me that wants to keep her to myself. Like she’s too special to share. 

But that’s ridiculous. I shake my head and answer her truthfully. 

“Wait what!?” Her gentle voice somehow screeches through my phone speaker, and I place her on my living room table so I can stretch my arms over my head. 

I let myself laugh along with her. I know. It’s almost ridiculous. I’m crushing on a movie star. Who’s also smart and pretty and athletic. Who I have no idea if she likes me back. 

Azzi sighs yet again. I make a mental note to wear her down until she tells me what’s really going on. Because I know something is. She’s my best friend. 

“I have to go,” She says. She sounds miserable. “I miss you. I love you!”

“Love and miss you too, Az.” I say and she hangs up. I turn onto my back and close my eyes, letting the silence of my apartment envelope me. 

I knock on what I hope is the front door of Ava’s townhouse. It’s white and modern. She has a nice yard and a single potted plant by her door. There’s a pumpkin on the step and I’m scared of how long it’s been there. 

The knock earns me no response, so I ring the doorbell. I hear it reverberate through her house, and then an indecipherable shout and heavy thudding footsteps of someone running down stairs before the door is thrust open so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t hit the wall next to it. 

A very frazzled Ava greets me, followed by the most adorable black Scottish terrier I’ve ever laid my eyes on scurrying behind her. I could never have imagined something could upstage Ava, but her dog definitely does.

I crouch down to pet the dog and it props its two front legs up on my knee, licking my ear. I don’t mind, and Ava seems too distracted to tell them to get down. 

“Her name is Frankie,” She says, a fond smile flitting across her face. Her hair is half curled, and she appears to be wearing a full face of makeup with bare lips. “She really likes you, you know.” 

Everything about this moment makes me smile. The way Ava looks effortlessly beautiful in her half-ready state. It feels too intimate for me to witness. I’m filled with an overwhelming amount of pride that her dog likes me. 

“You look nice,” I offer, truthfully. It slips out. I didn’t mean to say anything too forward in my flirting or cross weird lines or make any moves or confusion. Yes, it’s hard when you compliment a (bitchy) straight girl when she knows you’re gay, but personally it has always been harder for me to compliment my also lesbian female friends. Weirdly, I’m not worried about how she’s interpreting it, but rather aim to stick the thought process in my mind to analyze later. How did I intend it? 

Luckily, she just scoffs. 

“Yeah, whatever, if you say so Paige. You look good.” 

It makes me smile against myself. 

“Thanks. But I mean it, you know?”

“I am obviously running behind,” She says, gesturing frantically with her hands. Another female voice calls for her from up the stairs, who I’m pretty sure is her mom. But now I’m concerned why the thought of it not being her mom is making me slightly jealous. Shit. I’m done for. 

A red leash with pink hearts and a purple collar is placed into my hands as I stand. 

“Do you mind walking Frankie quickly before we leave? I haven’t done it yet and I need to help my mom with something.” She makes a face when she says “something” that indicates she doesn’t really know what her mom called her for. “Usually just up and down the street is enough to get her to go, and there’s bags on the leash.” 

I snap the collar onto Frankie as she thanks me profusely before trotting back up the stairs. 

“Guess it’s just you and me, kid.” I say and lead her out the door. She lets out a huff of air. 

I walk her up and down the block, Frankie trotting perfectly next to me. Of course a perfect woman like Ava has a perfectly leash trained dog. I walk her to the end of the street and back, trying to let all of my fast-paced thoughts go. 

Seeing Ava like that felt like she was letting me in to a private part of her, for some weird reason. She doesn’t seem to me like the type of woman to pressure herself to always be put together, but I guess whenever I see her she is. She’s secure in those moments and she’s secure when I knock five minutes too early on her door. 

Frankie and I make it back to Ava’s small front yard, and she gracefully stops in the grass to go to the bathroom. I grab it with a bag, not even surprised anymore about how perfect the dog is. 

I open the door and wipe her paws and butt with a wipe from the pack decorated with paw prints on the shelf. Then I unclip the leash and hang it up, but stop, unsure of what to do next. Was it weird I let myself into her house? Probably not any weirder than walking her dog, right? 

Thankfully I don’t have to think on it too long because she bounds down the stairs with her mom, and we’re off. 

At the game we slide into our seats, Cam’s fiancé on the end and then her, Ava’s mom (since the two of them haven’t stopped talking since we picked up Cam), followed by Ava, and then me. 

There’s a good amount of time before the game starts and Ava’s mom is still completely immersed in conversation with Cam. Which means lucky me gets to talk to Ava. 

I turn to her, a plan forming in my mind. 

“So tell me more,” I try to prompt her, and she turns to me from where she was staring off at the court, seemingly tracking the players warming up. 

“Huh? What do you mean?” She says, her eyebrows creasing in confusion.

“Tell me more,” I say to her again. I struggle to hide a small smile fighting its way onto my face. 

“I wasn’t saying anything, Paige.” By the way she says my name she sounds slightly displeased and it worries me, before I look her in the eyes, trained on mine already, and see the mischief gleaming behind them. 

“Tell me more about yourself, Ava. So far I know you were Cam’s roommate, you went to Stanford, you played soccer. Midfield.” I echo the way she told me at the bar in Cam's yard that night. I see a smile creep onto her face, and my heart hopes it’s at the memory. “Your go to drink is a Shirley temple, you’re a Christian but once struggled with your faith, you’re gay,” I lean in towards her and whisper for the last one, before returning to normal. “You sleep like a rock, you’re gorgeous when you just wake up,” I pause, counting them all on my fingers. Maybe I’ll reach double digits at this rate. “You’re close with your mom, you like the Lakers-“ 

“So it seems like you know a lot about me already.” Ava cuts me off. Now it looks like she’s the one planning something. “What, specifically, would you like to know, Paige.” 

The perfect opening to hit her with a silly, small talk first date get to know you question. 

“Well, for starters, do you have any siblings?” I ask nonchalantly and shrug. 

Ava snorts out a laugh that she tries to cover with the back of her hand. 

“I have a sister. She actually lives next door to me. I only found out we were related a year after I moved in. She’s twelve.” Ava smiles so I smile back. Oh my, would I like to meet her sister. But oh my, would I like to kiss that smile more. 

I shake the thought out of my head. Ava keeps talking, almost lighting up as she describes Ellie, her sister, and discusses her hobbies and interests, and the adventures she’s gotten to take her on at length. I really hit the jackpot with this question. 

“I mean, technically she’s just my half sister, but-“ 

Now it’s my turn to cut her off. “It’s not different, I get it.” 

“I don’t have a full sibling so I wouldn’t know how to compare.” 

“With Drew my younger brother, he’s everything. We only share a dad, but we also share a soul, I just know.” 

This makes her smile. She gets it. More importantly, she knows that I get it.

The lights lower and a loud rumbling voice begins to announce the happenings as players begin to run out from the tunnel. It pulls us from our conversation and we clap. I realize that we were practically turned in our seats to face each other because I have to turn back. 

A few minutes in to the second quarter, I stand and declare it’s time for hot dogs. I turn to walk out of our row and Ava follows, claiming she’s getting up to “lend me a hand.” 

As we wait in line, only a few people in front of us, she speaks and I have to forcefully drag my eyes away from the place they had been resting, looking at her perfect hands clad in dainty gold rings, perched over her stomach as she uses her left hand to twist the one on her right ring finger around and around and around. 

“Ok my turn. But I’m not letting you off the hook with ‘do you have any siblings?’” She quotes me using a horrible frat boy impression. 

I look up at her through my eyelashes, a smirk on my mouth. I quirk my eyebrows. “Is that really what you think of me?” 

“Oh, you think I think about you?” she says smirking back. Flirting back! It brings the butterflies in my stomach into full torment mode. I will be remembering this moment for forever. 

I open my mouth to say something but she lets out a huff of air instead and squares her shoulders. We’re moving on. 

“Why basketball? I’m sure you played other sports as a kid, so, why basketball?” 

I take a second to contemplate, gathering my thoughts before answering so I can be as sincere as Ava deserves. 

“It’s the only place I felt at home. The flow state. It still takes hard work but it’s the only sport that just felt right. That just clicked.” I answer. Even though she looks like she’s listening, Ava doesn’t say anything in response. I take a deep breath and keep going. She knows I have more I could say, I guess. “It’s also what I clung to when my parents divorced. They told me during soccer season, so soccer was ruined for me. Then I had basketball to look forward to, basketball to focus on, basketball that wasn’t going to change. Basketball that I couldn’t ruin.” 

The moment is heavy. Ava’s gorgeous brown eyes look into mine and I’m almost surprised when I see understanding instead of pity. 

“Paige,” She says, placing a gentle, warm hand on my elbow. That’s her only response. Just one word. One simple touch. But she’s with it she's saying everything. She gets me and basketball just as much as I got her and Ellie. 

We’re called up to the counter and order the hot dogs. She tacks on a few baskets of fries. When the screen tells us to pay she quite literally elbows me out of the way and uses her card as I’m reaching out for my own.

For a reason I wished I regret knowing, I don’t move farther back, and instead relish the brush of her hair against my shoulder, the scent of orange and vanilla lingering in the air now, and the sweep of her hip against the very top of my thighs as she grabs half of the food and turns back to head towards our seats. 

The game is interesting, and Ava and I ease into a steady rhythm of trading quips or comments back and forth. I’m funny and she’s funny. A match made in heaven, I think to myself. Maybe I should stop thinking to myself. 

At some point Ava’s mom stands up and announces she’s going to the bathroom. Her brown hair is wavy in the same way Ava’s is, but shorter. It looks just as soft and I catch myself wondering if it smells like Ava’s vanilla and orange. 

“Which way is it, Paige?” Her mom asks me. I’m a little stunned why she would be asking me that until I realize it’s so that I come with her. Obviously she can find a bathroom by herself.

“Oh um let me show you,” I say and stand up from my seat, following Sarah out of the row. 

When we’re out in the hallway I keep up the gesture of showing her where the bathroom is and point simply across the hall. I mumble a few nondescript words about it being “over there” since I’m really just waiting for her to say something.

“Thanks, Paige.” She says but doesn’t turn away. “So you and Ava.”

Her words hang in the air, turning the space around us thick. What about me and Ava? We’re friends? Can she see I’m flirting with her daughter? Does she want me to stop flirting with her daughter?

Suddenly she cracks a grin and lets loose a laugh so compelling that I just have to laugh with her. She reaches for my elbow just like her daughter did half an hour ago. 

“I’m not grilling you at all, sweetie, sorry I just thought it would be fun to see you sweat.” She smiles to herself, her plan having obviously worked. “Anyways I was just going to tell you that she likes you. She’s probably just beginning to realize it now, but I know she does. I think you like her too since you haven’t stopped flirting with her ever, even in my presence.”

This makes me blush. Which, in turn, makes Sarah smile more. 

“Just a word of warning, honey. You have to be really patient with her. If you act too soon you will scare her off, and I would really hate to see that. You two will be so good together. I suggest you wait for her to make the first move when she’s ready.” 

I nod, taking this all in. Her mom thinks? Knows? That she likes me. And that I like her. And she wants us to get together. But from the sounds of it I need to wait for her to make the first move. Huh. 

“And I know I cannot just ask you to wait or something. I’m trying not to ask anything of you, but rather tell you what I see in Ava. The flirting is good for her. Please don’t think I’m telling you to stop. I’m gonna work on her from my end, see what I can do.” 

I don’t know what to say but Ava’s mom seems to know even that too. 

“I’m almost sorry for dropping this on you. I’m gonna hit the bathroom, maybe consider a walk if you don’t want to return yet.” She says with a warm smile and I nod in response, turning to go for a short walk. 

[the-himawari]

A3! Izumida Azami - Translation [SR] Bright Star of Blooming (1/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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*door opens*

Azami: I’m back.

Sakyo: …

Azami: (Huh? What’s Sakyo starin’ at on the computer all by himself?) … (Is that the channel of a theater company that was eliminated in the prelims of the latest Fleur Cup?) (I remember I heard Taichi-san and Kumon mention even though they didn’t make it through the first round, they were pretty popular locally.) (They were originally streamers, I think. So why is Sakyo watchin’ them…?) (And what kinda video is that anyways? …A personality quiz?)

Video caption: “People who chose 'A' are… aha, would you look at that?" "They’re the passionate romantic type. However, they’re only in it for fun…"

Azami: W-W-WHA-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WATCHIN'!

Sakyo: Hey. Don’t get pissed after lookin’ at someone’s stuff without asking.

Azami: Ugh, shut up. It’s your fault for watchin’ something like that in the lounge! Is that what you’re into or somethin’?

Sakyo: Did you sprain yourself with that reach? It’s just a personality quiz. And in any case, I’m just watching it for reference.

Azami: Huh? Reference?

Sakyo: I was also thinking it’s ‘bout time we start a new project on the “MANKAI Channel”. I’ve been watching videos from other theatres, companies, idols, and V-talents as research for that.

Azami: I see. So that’s why you’re usin’ that kinda video.

Sakyo: We’re gonna need a certain amount of publicity if we consider the final selection that’s comin’ up. It’s only natural to look to groups that have a similar audience with us.

Azami: I see. That’s what you mean?

Sakyo: You should know painfully well what I’m talking about.

Azami: …I mean, I guess. By the way, which videos are gettin' hits on our channel?

Sakyo: Each one has about the same number of views, more or less. But the separate videos made by each troupe have a good number of comments and viewers. For example, the one where Autumn troupe went paintballing was well received.

Azami: Ahh. Right, that. That takes me back.

Sakyo: Also, readin' the comments, we’ve gotten a lotta requests for videos that involve personality tests.

Azami: Huh? Is that why you were watchin’ that one earlier?

Sakyo: Yeah. It looks like there are people out there who are interested in that sorta romantic stuff.

Azami: Gimme a break… If we’re gonna do somethin’, then make sure it’s something more respectable.

Sakyo: Well… I’ll look into it a bit more.

-pause-

Azami: Thanks for waiting. Director, does my wig look okay?

Izumi: Hold still for a second. …There. Perfect.

Azami: Thanks.

Banri: Nice. Azami totally rocks blonde hair, doesn’t he? He’s got a father-son vibe goin’ on with Sakyo-san.

Azami: Ugh. Don’t make fun of me. I’m not even playin’ his son, got that?

Omi: Haha. But it’s true it suits you. It looks like choosing this colour back then was the right choice after all.

Azami: I mean… yeah. Thanks.

Sakyo: Hey, Bon. You better not be plannin’ on showing that attitude in front of the audience.

Azami: ‘Course I won’t.

Sakyo: Hmph. …Good then.

Izumi: (Sakyo-san looks pretty happy.) Alright, guys. It's almost showtime.

Azami: ‘Kay.

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[osc-brainrot]

This is just me pointing out all the background details in TNM 6 (that I could find) cuz I’m a massive nerd for background details lol

This is probably a reference to Hfjone when back pack sent the frech tooth paste guy back to earth

Or maybe it’s for shadowing to the prolong episode

Mini tost from tdos because sketch pad was originally a tdos recommended character before TNM also there’s a tdos short where sketch pad appears and mini tost and them hang out all day and that’s sketch pads back story

Sketch pad has different captions than anyone else in the show I remember on the wiki it said he talked in comic sans but this doesn’t look like comic sans to me idk what it is

There’s a fire extinguisher in the car because sketch pad loves arson

And the plate says “GP5X1H4T” and I think that’s typing quirk for gps x top hat :>

North creek has a national park that is mentioned in the embers short and later in the episode it’s mentioned that gps and top hat and folder go to north creek high school

In this it says that the new file is to big and it had to spilt it in to and that’s why Cody and binary are to different people

This is the door to the store in episode 4 I think

For shadowing to the fact gps has 2 viruses in them

Folder calls gps jeep :>

So tumblr mobile doesn’t let me put more then 10 pictures so I’m just gonna leave timestamps now

[6:21] I already made a tumblr post about the lyrics of the song and you should go read it :D!

But I got one thing WRONG in it 💔

in the “my post modern Prometheus just won’t die” part that’s actually a Frankenstein reference

Thanks to this user for pointing that out

[6:23] gps has a picture of tophat and folder in his office

[6:29] gps is in the elevator with paperclip from Spraypaint and mouses gang so this might mean gps has some connection to the gang

[6:44] folder is playing wackamole with all the characters that get killed in the manor

[6:48] this was the same Photo Booth used in the trailer for this episode

[7:16] “the green one was teaching the short armless one how to drive and stuff”

[7:21] they are all at the same bar Spraypaint was at in episode 5

[7:23] gps saw the forest fire that happened in the short embers I feel like that’s gonna be plot relevant later

[7:25] the date in the left corner of the video says it’s 2003 June 6th I don’t know when this video takes place in the timeline but I think it means TNM takes place in the 2000s-2010s

[7:38] you can see on the can gps in holding that it has a little doodle on it that can also be seen on the dancing in my room video on the channel and I think that’s Allen persona

[8:26] you can see strings of code on the mountain their on and gps is sitting on some sort of computer part

[10:07] the car accident was from gps trying to teach top hat how to drive (that can be seen in the song montage and speaker got punched my spray paint both taking place/mentioned in episode 5

[10:12] rings mom is seen in the short embers and she dies from having a tree fall on her and embers forshadows this episode by the last scene showing the museum burning down :>

[10:19] puzzle piece and pan flute are wiping off the mustard that fell on ball guy(?) in episode 5 

[10:24] those guys are walking out of the room after making the news papers for the embers short

[11:00] here’s what all the files (I can see/read) say

“gpswere 2.1” “tophat <3” “my drawings” “diary” “clock” “recycle bin” “funny stuff” “empty folder” “facesim 98” “memories” “canvas” “music” “documents” “movies to watch” “grocery list” “pool” “worm” “command_1” “command_2” “unknown device”

All the pop ups say

“Delete “meetingfolder.mem”? “Delete balloonride.mem”?

“Running script C5P6PS8E” “running S5Q78TSFDSWC” “running CDCQEWVFDR” “running CHCPW”

All of the commands on the command log thing in the top right says

-Personally pector “6a6179”—————-_LOGS

-debug mode enabled

-system sener process 03 has been created

-ERROR: Syntax error_ unexpected token

-disabled fast string operations

-cache “644” cleared

-ERROR_ could not read /sys/user/diary.txt. (i really like this cuz it looks like binary tried to read gps’s diary)

-signalcontroler. Process [0] complete

-signalcontroler. Process [1] complete

-signalcontroler. Process [2] complete

-onrobotfocusgained method called

-ram ???? “107 105 108 108”

-cache “101” cleaned

-Sensors recalibrates

-gpsware 2.1 operations ceated

-personally sector “6c617665” overran???

-[angel_commit_id] 66M2QXESDT

-[passthrough command decoder] (null)

-[initializing time] 1073

-rsn string “56 50 54 48”

-ram string “53 53 54”

-[initializing time] 688

-cache “161” cleared

-[initializing time] 903

[11:04] binary says the hallway is rigged implying that they have control over the mansion/they know who does

Idk where to put this but Cody and binary are both made using ascii art :D

[12:26] the computer gps has in their room looks old I don’t know how to identify computers but this adds to my idea that the show takes place in the 2000s-2010s

[12:31] folder is glitching out in the picture here because binary deleted the meetingfolder.mem file :)

[12:58] OH BOY MORE COMPUTER STUFF

I’m not typing all that shit on the screen again but all of the pop up’s asking to delete.mem are all memories that were shown in the rewind replay song :)

[13:43] all of the recovered memories also show up in the rewind replay song

[14:13] OK THE COMMAND LOG IS ACTUALLY IMPORTANT

It says

-keyboard controls: added Route to “ cr/micrwave.sys”

-fail safe activated

-malicious entities detected

-lilicit activity’s detected

So yeah that’s a little detail because binary used the microwave to start the self destruct process

And on the pop up it says “self destruct sequence must be set in place this is to ensure that the spread of malicious code is prevented in a accordance to north creek national law”

Implying that there’s like code in every technology object put there by law to blow themselves up if their code is acting up … yeah I don’t like that

[16:18] I saw a theory that gps and folder were actually going to the dance together because their wearing the same color accessories and gps left her for tophat and I really like that so I’m taking it as canon

[16:32] it’s making me cry I don’t like it

[16:50] the reason everyone is looking at them is that is the show takes place in 2000s-2010s then they went to high school in the 90s (if we assume they finished college before the show) and gay relationships weren’t common yet

Also Party hat from boto is in the crowd

[17:35] OWOWOWOOWIWIWOWOOW THIS SONG HURTS (in the good way) I don’t have anything to say here except if you think about it the lyrics can apply to both gps and Cody :]

Kay im done good night

[emilydorp]

Might be an odd question(??) but what are your favourite receipts of GTOP and/or the ones that, to you, hinted at a relationship?

Hello anon! :D No, this isn't an odd question at all, dw :)) I'll be mixing your two questions, some will be about their relationship hints, others are just my favourites. But ofc they're gonna be the weirdest hints ever because I hold too much sentiment when it comes to dumb stuff lmfao. Anyways.

a) Malaysia Interview, ofc. It's an icon for a reason.

b) This is three moments in one so why not. This post's events aren't immediately hinting that they're dating (it's more of us making a coherent timeline) but I like this (also indirectly includes the tale of the "Me You" shoes and I like that). :))

I do have to say; the day where GD left for his military service and chose to have TOP be the person that got to have his last farewell. Of all the people on Earth, he chose Choi Seunghyun. That means something. And also; Seunghyun's first public appearance was on GD's Instagram; that's incredibly significant imo!

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I think this picture above is the picture that I mentioned in my post btw (the one y'all shouldn't hold your breaths for; I got it.. I think lmao) :))

c) The Doom Dada phone case story

d) This very couple-coded interaction where Tabi doesn't even KNOW the camera is on, and runs away as soon as he finds out lmfaooo ToT. Basically, GD is trying to take a selfie, Tabi is staring and being all lovey-dovey and says "Are you embarassed?~" And GD needs to go all "The camera is on :((" so that T.O.P stops staring.. I love everything about this video (including GD's like.. even tho the post is only remarking that GD's expression is funny (people are BLIND)).

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e) That black furry hat.. that damn black furry hat.. I'm sorry, but GD's behaviour surrounding this hat is unbelievable? And imo isn't just "a homie let me 'steal' his hat" moment, this hat is just.. very interesting. Once you know it's Tabi's you can't unsee it..

e) Everything. About this parody. From bts to actual scenes. Oh lordddd, this made me join the fandom and for good reason, it's 40 minutes of HEAVEN. pLEase. How can people watch all this and not realize that GD&TOP love each other? TOT

f) Okay so another personal favourite: Them liking GTOP content on Instagram and creating GTOP content for us. Like? Why? Lmfao why? Just look into their 'centuries' worth of GTOP likes. Just look into their "lovestagram" /lh (these are my favourite examples (and don't even touch the surface of the GTOP iceberg), especially the matching rainbows, since I know that's how GD symbolizes the LGBTQ+ community). Please it's crazy.

Personal favourite like: (because I had this entire theory of Tabi being jelly that GD is doing the apple challenge with someone else and. Ji. agrees? With that? Cuz he liked this post? Lmfao Ji plz don't make me feel validated in my delulus).

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g) The blue bracelets :D

h) This absolutely hilarious occasion

i) Everything here, combined with his low-key lovey-dovey Instagram activity from around the same time.

Okay.. I think I stepped away from proving evidence at the end.. lmao sorry, I drowned in my feels TTOTT

[youeverjustmarryabountyhunter]

-Sam, stop making random au's you're never going to write challenge impossible-

[Pictured in the first image are several doodles of Silas the mandalorian, Myles the Mandalorian and Jango Fett. Silas is depicted sitting down and leaning against a half wall in thought while Myles leans over it, beside him. Silas is also depicted with a side profile in one doodle, lifting Jango up by the waist with Jango cupping his face in a kiss in another, Jango leaning on his shoulder asleep in one while Silas watches fondly, and Silas kissing Myles while holding hands in another. Myles is depicted with a side profile in one image, and affectionately holding his arm around Jango's collarbone in another. The second image is a larger version of the first doodle of Silas and Myles, with the caption of Silas and Myles speaking.

Silas: I can't believe I'm going to sleep with him.

Myles: You don't have to.

Silas: No, I'm gonna.]

I cannot stop making silly Au's, I just can't and it's a problem at this point? Also just because I don't continue posting about au's I've made doesn't mean I forgot I still very much obsess over them I just forget that posting is a thing until I make a new one. Might make a master list post of all my silly Au's tbh that way people can see them all and maybe ask questions and maybe I can doodle more and-

Anywayyy! Here's another happy ending starwars au but this time in the form of Jaster Lives!! (Even though Jaster isn't pictured. But he's alive guys-)

I can only be normal about Jango Fett for so long guys. And for the past...months and I do mean MONTHS him, Silas and Myles have plagued me??? They won't let me leave.

These three just make me so ill oh my god you don't understand. There's barely anything in cannon (actually I don't even think it's cannon anymore but I also stopped carrying about cannon so) but I love them. There's so much that there could be! "I'll follow Jango and no one else" like I'm sorry? That level of devotion??? Also Jango actively loosing it when Myles dies ??? As a final straw? Silas dying words begging Dooku not to tell Jango if his betrayal? It's all awful and I love it so much it hurts so good?

Too bad this is a happy ending au so they're all FINE. The designs depicted are actually much more concepts of an au, than they are an actual au? Like there are several au's of mine that branch off of Jaster living and these designs specifically. So take that as you will. I do want to make a more in depth post going over their designs but for now here we are. (Also Silas is supposed to have a burn mark on his upper arm and in just forgot smh)

You may also notice this is sorta Silas centric and you'd be correct because THERE'S ZERO FANART OF HIM??? LIKE AT ALL??? okay maybe there is but I haven't found it and that's upsetting cause I love him. And yes I did give him long hair. It was supposed to be just a smidge longer than his original length but actually the more I drew it the longer it got and I'm okay with it.

Anyway I have been...rambling for way too long about these three of you read through all of that I- thank you? It's not out of my system though so like...if you want more...

Oh I forgot that they're all very gay for each other btw. If that wasn't obvious? They all kiss. They're all three boyfriends.

I love any and all the pictures of their relationships with one another tbh! Whether they're all platonic, one's third wheeling, queer platonic, brotherly love, etc. I just want them to all be happy together okay?

[bvckbiter]

a couple of people were wondering about the pjotwt fiasco i referenced in my filipino!percy post so for those curious im gonna provide the best breakdown i can of that entire convoluted mess

ever since the live action casting, show fans have been saying repetitively that blonde haired blue eyed percy “just makes so much more sense” because blonde hair is like the sand and blue eyes is like the sea

I see a millionth iteration of that tweet and quote-retweet it making fun of how this fandom can’t come up with any actual hot takes of substance

op gets in my mentions all angry asking why the “discourse” makes me so triggered. I reply basically saying “im not triggered? and what discourse, we’re talking about the hair color of a fictional character”

op suddenly moves goalposts and talks about how leah and aryan faced racist backlash for their casting even though we were originally talking about percy's casting. I point that out and how theyre not even remotely similar cases, but she just goes “well it’s your fault you thought we were only talking about walker, and people like you who are disagreeing with my tweet are shitting on walker’s appearance which is harmful! So i will call you out! 🤓👆🏻”

I then proceed to be very baffled about how walker is getting harmed from any of this at all and try to end the convo since i realize that she’s not even arguing with anything I’m actually saying. But op continues being angry in my mentions going “how can you say that telling a 15 yo actor is a horrible casting and that he cant embody percy is not harmful!” and im like “huh???? Why did this come up i never said this you’ve lost the plot” and she says “i never said you said that YOU’VE lost the plot im sorry you’re stupid” ⁉️⁉️⁉️

the thread more or less ends there but op apparently firestormed a lot of people she caught disagreeing in her mentions so i wasnt the only battle she was fighting lol. Other people are talking about how while they enjoy walker’s performance, theyve only ever seen him as a character of color so… obviously blonde blue eyed percy really isnt the first thing they envision. Somewhere along the line, someone reposts THAT iconic fanart of latino!percy (from… well… user latinopercy) with the caption #MYpercyjackson

People jump on it in the comments and qrts saying “JUMPSCARE” who is that?!” “Idk who that man is” “this is your percy??? Be so for real…” One comment even said that he was ugly. Another comment said that he didn’t embody percy’s vibes because he was “too angry.”

I qrt talking about how scummy it is that people are attacking a fan depiction of latino!percy THAT WAS MADE WAY BEFORE THE SHOW WAS EVER ANNOUNCED just so they can make it known that theyre defending walker’s casting. I also point out that the fanart is a repost, so it’s really unfair for the artist that their art is being bandied around like that then receiving all that vitriol

Another motherfucker comes into my mentions saying “i need you to realize that a real life child is worth defending more than a headcanon.” I reply asking to clarify how walker is supposed to be getting harmed by any of this and why defending him should entail shitting on people who prefer dark-haired percy hcs. I also point out that if the actor is a real life person, so are the people who hold those hcs as well as the artist whose fanart was getting dragged into this.

Mf says that people are attacking walker over a drawing/hc, which aren’t real. I try to articulate that the imagined harm walker is facing is not in any way a tangible, material threat. He’s the most popular among the main trio and his acting has never been fully discredited just because of his hair color (unlike leah and aryan who people said only got casted for DEI and woke agendas, yk how the grifters go). “People hoping he’d dye his hair and wear contacts is not tantamount to harm and hate,” I said, and neither is having dark-haired percy and/or percy of color hcs.

I thought I explained it well but mf just repeats like a broken record that thinking like that is thinking that fake headcanons are more important than real life kids. No matter what I say in response. SEVERAL TIMES, AD NAUSEUM. “Headcanons aren’t real, the kids are.”

The final statement that really pissed me off was them saying this

That’s where the brouhaha ends lol. Since then I’ve also seen tweets making fun of people who genuinely prefer/want a percy of color over a blonde percy because they say and I quote, “percy has been white ever since the books.” Like, YES WE KNOW 😭 But there is a deeply held lore for percy’s ethnic ambiguity in the fandom that was there long before the show was ever in development.

I have no problem with people who prefer the show or blonde Percy or walker or whatever. But to for some reason crusade FOR it on the pretense of protecting the actor from some imagined harm is just fucking ridiculous to me. Just to backtrack, this all came about simply because I made fun of how repetitive the “blonde percy supremacy” take was. And that was construed as shitting on walker. That guy is not seeing any of our tweets if his parents and agents know half a thing about media training??? No one cares! It’s a fucking hair color! Besides, as much as they want to pretend otherwise, the books and the show are invariably separate canons. Not that they can handle an analysis more complex than “yay perca/beth crumbs in the show so show good” lmao

Needless to say, show stans piss me off lol and this is one of the reasons why. A lot of them are show stans primarily because theyre so (parasocially) attached to the actors. It doesnt just show in the crusading, it also shows in how they keep lock and step with every single movement of the actors’ activities on social media. But that’s another discussion entirely deserving of its own post lol.

[valeisaslut]

do you know who else will love you till the day i die? me.

i don't know if you remember me but i'm the french anon with the snoring best friend- i've literally put my alarm at 4 am just to read collide when it dropped in my timezone. and oh god. no words in the english language could explain how it left me. i was in shambles and it put me together again. but it still left me like a void, you know? i've been here only since chapter 5 (the best idc.), but i've been hooked since the first one. i loved waiting for every freaky/suicidal friday. life has been bad enough!!and reading collide was one of those things that made it better. and i can't believe it's over. the plot was original yet so well written, without falling into clichés. the characters were so relatable, real, beautiful with their own flaws. reader and ellie's love felt so real.. and you did it. you made me believe in love again. i don't know if i sound dramatic but god, i love your fic so much. kissing that brain of yours rn.

as someone who has a terrible father, those little moments with joel were EVERYTHING. i'm so glad ellie and him reunited. the internal scream i let out when she changed her stage name for miller???? currently imagining joel as a grandpa and sobbing.

and when ellie and reader finally collided after three years i was crying like a baby not gonna lie. i'm so, so happy they got their happy ending after the shit they've been through. and the wedding? SCREAMING.

once again i love the fact that you write for impact. fics like that are so fucking rare. it makes everything just better, just like your devotion for the fic </3

i also need to say that, when i first started reading it, i dealt with internalised biphobia and repressed those feelings sooo bad. collide was one of those things that made me accept who i was in a way, you know?? i don't know how to explain, but it made me more confortable in being who i truly am, and now i'm finally out??? #slay

and i understand that, little by little, you're going to let collide go - but trust me, i will reread it again and again. and i can't wait to see what will be next!! you are literally the best, genuine writer i've ever seen. i will always support your fics.

also, i have a random question: was reader's family present at her wedding? and will you still write some blurbs?

btw, can i be 🐛 or 🐋 anon? <3

i'm sorry it was long as hell but i had soooo many things to say - and i still think it'snnot enough. please take care of yourself, i hope you're doing good, don't forget to hydrate yourself and don't forget that you're very much loved <3

ps. i miss the purple strap.

🐛 ANON… 🥹 mon amour. oui. i remember you so well. the french anon. the snoring best friend. the 4am alarms. the dramatic flair. the pain. the healing. you are collide-coded. you’re basically a lyric in the soundtrack.

i read this with tears in my eyes and a hand over my heart because—you came out because of this story. because of ellie. because of love that survives. and now you’re here, proud, full of joy, purple strap memories and all, and i’m just… sobbing in lowercase.

the way you talk about joel too… i’m right there with you. the scene where she takes his last name? i wrote that through a lump in my throat. he never got to be a good dad when it mattered most. but now? he gets to be “grandpa joel” and cry at her wedding and call reader kiddo too. he gets to try again. and that means everything to me. to us.

also yes: reader’s family was there at the wedding. they said sorry, and reader stopped holding grudges against them. the mom cried. the dad stood awkwardly behind sunglasses until Joel came over and made him laugh. the cousins took selfies with Rachel. someone’s aunt posted a blurry Instagram story captioned “a very LA wedding.” there was drama about vegan hors d'oeuvres.

and YES. i will absolutely still write blurbs. you think i can shut up about these lesbians? NEVER. the purple strap lives on. the mansion still echoes with moans. the fireflies still tour. melody still sings in the living room. it’s not the end. it’s just the part where we exhale.

you are loved so deeply, 🐛 anon. thank you for trusting me with your heart. i’m kissing your bisexual forehead and wrapping you in a glittery gay french flag rn. je t’aime. forever.

ps. the strap says bonjour.

[starlite-sin]

System reactions to Case 3 and 4

I'm not gonna remember everyone so we're doing this. obvious spoilers but they're mostly out of context

3:

"Oh it's an internal narration. Lovely."

"He needs to calm down. Like a lot. We just got here and he's already yelling?"

"Man's is a surgeon from Vegas? He had more than enough help what was that?"

"He was lying to get out of it"

"Well he's a bitch."

"Kate needs to dump him."

"Doesn't she die?"

"Spoilers!"

"We've seen this. Multiple times."

"How many masked assailants do they have if these two aren't connected?"

"Why would a detective be out for a random creep?"

"Why are you trying to logic a horror series?"

"I need consistency."

"We don't know anything about this."

"People who watch daytime TV aren't real, Kent."

"He probably watches Judge Judy too."

"That's rude."

"Kinda telling when the only two tolerable guys in this mess are cops."

"Damn Norris talking about your friend like this?"

"Jack needs to die. Like now."

*Collective groan when Jack starts describing ANYTHING*

"And the award for best actors goes to..." (Listening to Kent and Norris talk to the Reeves)

"Why is he screaming!" (repeatedly)

(In terms of captions) "Why do we care what gun Norris uses?"

"Why is he using a revolver? Don't cops use pistols?"

"Somehow this isn't the weirdest thing."

"I really dislike CR. I don't know why."

"We were rooting for you man!"

4:

"Don't stop in the road!"

"If I had a nickels for every time I saw someone die cause they stopped in the middle of the road, I've have two nickels."

*collective* BEN!

"So wait, are they from Forest Lawn? Cause 'move closer to the family' implies not but Ben from the school says yes..."

*collective groan when Webb showed up*

"Close your mouth"

"The translation isn't right and it's driving me insane."

*At the doppelganger* "i fucking love this shit!"

"If you got a ten year old, who wanted to go to the cemetery, why would you drug yourself up?"

"...Was there a warning at the front of this?"

"No of course not."

"He said it wouldn't link to Sally's original story..."

"Oh lord."

"...Cthulhu?!"

"Why is Slenderman throwing hands with a squid?"

"It's a little late for the purity shit now, man."

"i think this guy (Klein) has mommy issues."

"I'm autistic too, Breen, and I've never thought of kidnapping a child."

"Kate's a simp!" (There's no Kate in this case, they were talking about an alter)

"Did they just...not realize their ill kid just...vanished? Like what did Aiden say when the O'Bannon's asked?"

"'Where we keep the food to feed the hungry' And you never saw the brick wall holding a body?"

"Now what purpose did that serve?" (Doppleganger killing Helen)

"Maybe not the serial killer, but he was still there so you can get that?"

"Billiam."

"They're just chanting random shit it's not even scary."

"Why is he screaming!"

"Cause he's about to die?"

"He looks like the journalist asshole from Spiderman."

"Ah he's catching onto cop cover-up shit."

"Of fucking course it's Lorrain Warren. Who else would it be?"

"Zac Bagans?"

"Honestly, that'd be funny as shit."

"This looks like AI."

[may-was-here]

[ID: A tweet from @/mattxiv (matt) that reads, “nonono. look. i know most young queer people have a phase where they obsessively cringe at other queer people to cope with their own shame. but as someone who has been there — the sooner you recognize and move on from that phase, the better.”

Attached is a screenshot of a quote retweet that reads, “this genre of gay people is so annoying.” The original post is a photo of a red and black checkered backpack adorned with two pins: one with the trans flag and another that reads, “That’s Mister Faggot to you!” The photo is captioned, “You think school is gonna have an issue with me having a slur on my backpack.”

The second image contains two replies from the same thread. The first is a screenshot of a tweet that reads, “when I was like 20 I said to a wise friend at brunch ‘ugh those are the types of gays that I hate lol’ and he said ‘I hate that there’s a type of gay that you hate’ and it changed me for the better.” The second is a photo of a man at a pride parade holding up a sign that reads, “That’s Mr Faggot to you.” It’s captioned, “the pin is referencing this 1990 photo from a pride parade in new york btw!”

The third image shows a reply from @/sophiaexotica (miss poopie) that reads, “just because we’re gay doesn’t mean we all have to like each other,” — followed by a crying emoji. The original poster replies, “that’s not what i’m saying. the problem is when you form resentment specifically for a ‘type’ of gay person who expresses their identity in a way that makes you cringe, and then choosing to behave towards them how bigots have behaved towards you.” End ID]

[matamisin]

Good luck with school/college, everyone! Plus Ultra!! ✊✊

[itsbeenliketenyearsitsprettywild]

What if... Kazui’s victim WASN’T his wife?

So, I just connected some dots about Kazui’s videos and various points of symbolism in it, and If I’m right.. Kazui might’ve been pulling the wool over our eyes way further than we thought, guys. That is to say: What if his wife’s death was in reaction to his original murder?

(rest under readmore!)

Part 1: Kazui, René Magritte, and the Art of Misdirection

One of the things Cat made sure to make clear to the audience was that we have to take everything Kazui gives us with a major grain of salt. This is shown multiple ways; the illusionist persona he takes on for most of the video, the fast-paced sequences meant to obscure important details, the fact that it involves multiple René Magritte references, etc.

Though, speaking of René Magritte... anyone remember another of his famous works?

That’s right: Kazui’s mind might be feeding us a narrative more deceptive and treacherous than we think. And this will all unfortunately be ignoring the fact that ‘une pipe’ is French slang for ‘a blowjob’.  don’t blame me, blame Kazui’s subconscious

Just to be clear: I still think the visuals Kazui gives us and the clues he sets up for us are very important to consider. It’s just that the obvious picture they paint isn’t entirely accurate.

After all, while he may be one of the prisoners that the narrative has been clear about being an intentional liar/deceiver, the way his mind portrays these deceptions is very different from how MILGRAM’s other liar, Shidou, goes out of his way to deceive us:

Shidou’s method of deception is more obvious while at the same time being more obtuse: he makes copious use of visual symbolism and metaphor. The building blocks he uses are, by their nature revealing to us his subjective feelings and personal truth with regards to a subject, while the objective reality of what happened takes a back seat. In doing so, he’s still honestly revealing that everything we’re seeing at a given moment is important. It’s just that, what anything we’re being shown is actually supposed to convey, that’s for us to work out.

In comparison, the way Kazui sets up his lies?  Well, like any true illusionist, it’s all in the presentation and setup.

Part 2: The Man(’s Wife) Behind the Curtain

So, given that Prisoner 007’s main tactic for lying to us is misdirection, this means one big foundational aspect of truth is immediately doubtful: Anything Kazui directly tries to tell/convey to us is immediately questionable and likely not entirely accurate.

You see, one of the best ways a stage magician can misdirect an audience is through an misleading framing of events. They do this multiple ways - by stating what kind of trick they’re going to be pulling, letting the audience see what props they’re holding as the trick begins, and noting where the conceit of the trick isn’t (ie; the classic  “Nothing up my sleeve!” line).

In doing so, the audience is primed to see everything they notice from a particular perspective. That way, even if they DO glance at the trick the magician is pulling, they’ll still be unlikely to understand exactly what they’re seeing and have ‘the magic ruined’ for them.

So, any big conceits and large framing devices Kazui draws our attention to probably aren’t being utilized the way they seem to be at face value. If we want to the truth, it’s gonna be in the slower moments where Kazui isn’t talking to us. Or, in the moments that he is, the most important parts are the little things that go by too fast for up to keep up with.

As an example, look back up at the most recent screenshot I posted. Notice anything that’s a bit harder to immediately parse compared to everything else?

Yep, that little French blurb tucked between all this bigger, flashier stuff. Just based on the captions, it’s easy to pin them as the lyrics translated to French, right?

Wrong. 

While the lyrics and visuals seem to be painting a picture of Kazui eventually coming into conflict with his innocent wife, the second line in French... could almost be taken as a... statement of solidarity? It’s written in past tense (as compared to ‘we will be better’), but is still much more equal and affectionate on both sides than the simple ‘victim-criminal’ dynamic would lead one to infer.

Not to mention... wasn’t it implied they talked about all this and largely resolved it back in half?

And indeed, it was! Starting from 2:18 going to 2:36, we get the green apple (which seems to represent Kazui’s hidden nature) sitting on a table onstage with the spotlight shining directly on it. The truth about Kazui has been put front and center where it can readily be seen. And what do we see as we pull into the foreground?

Not a fight, or a clash, but Hinako reaching out and comforting Kazui.

For all he’s told us that confessing the truth is what lead to ‘her’ death, the actual (notably subdued and understated) moment we see where it seems like he’s finally admitted what he’s been hiding his entire life, she responds to his truth with a very small smile.

A hand on his cheek. More than anything else, it’s this moment that resonates with that ‘we would do better’ that Kazui tried to slide past our radar.

But if that’s the case, it raises a very important question: If it wasn’t actually the truth itself that caused everything come crashing down, what did? If this was still everything being fine... 

Then, what moment was represented by all of this?

What, exactly, was this ‘dove’ Kazui tore apart with his teeth that drove his wife to react with horror and despair?

Part 3: Green, the color of hidden truths

For all that Kazui’s intentional deception of the viewer is near exclusively done through misdirecting the audience’s attention or misleading our perspective, there’s still a lot he’s only willing to tell us through symbolism. The most obvious case of this, of course, is Kazui’s green apple, reflecting his true nature he’s hidden away for most of his life.

But did you notice the color coding he also uses throughout most of Cat?

On the most basic level, we can see this utilized as a way to differentiate relevance to characters: Kazui represents himself with blue, and Hinako with pink.

See? 

As such, the colors Kazui uses in backgrounds, in drawing characters, and to write out text can be very important in deciphering what everything is supposed to mean. The problem is that he uses a lot more colors besides just pink and blue, with us currently not knowing what any of the other colors mean.

...Well, besides green, at least. He’s already made it pretty obvious that green represents hidden things that Kazui (on some level) doesn’t want discovered.

...But, wait. 

If so....

...Why is this one woman in the wedding audience wearing a green dress?

Most of y’all probably already know this, but I recently made a post where I drew the conclusion that she’s actually the wife of Kazui’s childhood friend, the bartender, with the bar scene in half being their introductory meeting so they could get to know each other better.

One of the things I didn’t bring up in that post was the fact that we seem to watch her get absolutely sloshed during it.

Which. Certainly is a choice? Going out all dressed up to where your hubby works, to meet the guy he’s been best friends with since childhood, and you decide the best way to make a first impression is to get hammered and start having to lean against this relative stranger just so you don’t fall off the stool? 

Don’t worry, my theory isn’t going the roofie route, so no need to fret over that.

Instead, the question I started considering was, “Why would she feel the need to start drinking so much?” And, in general, there’s a few different reasons why someone might decide to get seriously inebriated; to blow off steam, to forget your problems, to fuel a budding alcohol addiction, etc. 

But the reason that made the most sense to me in this context was drinking to settle the nerves. 

Sometimes, when people feel tense or awkward when socializing, they’ll start drinking alcohol as a way to calm themselves down and make things less tense. Booze is a well-known social lubricant, after all; knock enough back and suddenly you’re everybody’s friend! 

But, to feel the need to go that far just to keep up a conversation with the guy your husband is closest to... She must have felt REALLY uncomfortable, for some reason.

Which brings me back to her wearing the color of intentionally hidden secrets at Kazui’s wedding.

I think she had a feeling about Kazui’s true nature from when they first met. While the thought of it made her uncomfortable, largely as to what might mean for Kazui’s dynamic with her husband. However, she didn’t want to come out and confront him about it in such a public place (and where her spouse works, no less!), so instead she just kept drinking. The wedding... to be honest, I think the wedding reassured and assuaged her doubts for at least a little while. 

After all, he and Hinako seemed to be seriously happy and in love! It wouldn’t feel anywhere near as sincere if the groom was secretly ‘like that’, right?

And at some point during that time (don’t remember if we’ve been given an official marriage length for them or not; please let me know if we have) Kazui confessed the truth to Hinako, who largely just took it in stride and stayed by his side through thick and thin. 

‘It’ only occurred after all that had already happened.

What’s ‘it’, you ask?

Well... the truth is, I have no way of knowing precisely what ‘it’ was; it’s the biggest truth Kazui is hiding from us, after all, and a magician would never reveal his secrets so easily. What I do know is that it likely involved the bartender’s wife directly confronting Kazui, with Kazui doing something drastic in return, likely to better keep his secret hidden.

And, for all I can’t tell you precisely what ‘it’ was, whether ‘it’ was threatening someone or the actual murder Kazui was put in Milgram for, I CAN readily point you to how Kazui viewed ‘it’:

And it was only after discovering whatever the above represents that we see Hinako react like this: 

But, with all this in mind, I think Hinako’s potential... murder? suicide? whatever it was? ... is far less about whatever ‘green apple’ Kazui was hiding, and far more about how far he was willing to go to keep it hidden. 

TL;DR: In keeping audience misdirection in mind, Hinako finding out about Kazui’s true nature more than likely isn’t what lead to the ‘murder’ Kazui is in Milgram for. If anything, it was likely the wife of his childhood friend confronting Kazui about his secret that lead to where things ended up; from what we can tell, Kazui had already told his wife his secret, and that hadn’t pushed her away.

[zonotrichia-albicollis]

Adding the same images but with alt text below the cut, because if I had to read about the antimatter black hole and the God of Ruse origin story then everyone else should too.

Also, captions for the two huge wall of text images are gonna be at the very bottom since they're too long for alt text.

All remaining images are from a reblog by nationalshitpostingagency.

Full text of image #14:

I've lied to you... a heinous and dishonest act, yes, but I did so with purpose. My goal, friend, was to get you to respond as though it were the God's honest truth. By doing so, I planned, successfully to put you in a bad mood... but why? Haha! That's the beauty of it. The purpose of my doing so was that it amuses me! It's a unique way of gaining laughter at another's expense. I call it:

Humorous Deception

And I'm afraid you've fallen prey to it! Yes, it's true. You're not quite as quick-witted as you may think you are. Even now I'm laughing at you for the way you've lagged in catching on to my scheme, and others may very well have joined in my fun. You've been duped, sir, and it's made you look quite the fool.

Full text of image #20:

Many things have been said and done in these past few moments. It is quite obvious that your Jolly-John-Johnsonheimers have been Jiggly-Jostly-Juxtaposed, relative to the Bonkers that exist in a peaceful unclonked state. However, it may come as a shock to you that not only have you been tricked, but you've been tricked by one of the few masters of the trade! Your Jimmbos and John Does have been disrupted by one of the few remaining tricksters from the greatest age of rustlers known to human kind! You appear to be more than just tricked, disoriented, bamboozled, or even hornswaggled. Yes my friend, it's becoming clear to me now. You have RUSED! That's right. You, a lowly internet user, have been rused by a trickster unlike any other. You see, my trickery goes back deeper than you can imagine. Long before the age of technology, long before the discovery of the practical applications of electricity, there existed a group of men. A group so ancient and powerful, that any jimmerinos that were unlucky enough to come in contact with it were gaurenteed to face mighty oppositions. Just as many before have fallen, you too have become a pawn in a large game of tricky chess! How gullible, how innocent, how unsuspecting you must have been, to be swamped with such oh so tricky and devious plans? If you have not yet guessed who I am, allow me to explain a bit more to you about how undeniably scammed you are! You see, I am part of a higher power. I am a member of the Master Rusemen, and I have been a member of the Master Rusemen for several years. This would explain your painful and embarassing situation! You see, you have fallen right into my trap. Years of planning, decades of constant training, have allowed me to trick you to this astounding degree. Even the gods have fallen to my trickery. And you, my friend, hold no immunity. You have been given the sour apple out of the bunch. The short end f the deal belongs to you. Maybe you shall ver, maybe you will not. All that I know as a fact is that you, yes YOU... Have been RUSED by one of the few... one of the powerful... one of the trickiest tricksters of all...

AND I HOLD NO REMORSE OR REGRET FOR I AM AND ALWAYS SHALL BE A MASTER RUSEMAN

Full text of image #22:

Note: Tumblr apparently has a limit on number of words per paragraph so I had to add a bunch of paragraph breaks.

Full text begins

Hi there my young fellow. How are you doing? It appears to me that you are, in fact, kind of displeased with the current situation. What is it, that makes your life hard currently? Is it maybe a cause of the recent roasting of your jeromes that suddenly happened? I really have to say that this roasting was, without any doubt, the strongest since the year 2000 hoax. Do you may have an idea why this waddling of your walters was so powerful? No? Well well well... I can for sure tell you the truth about this important event. It was ME who tricked you into this displeasement. I can hear your brain trying to comprehend who this is even possible. But, and I'm sure about this, you cannot comprehend of what happened to you because it is too complex. Even Zeus and Thor were struggling finding the right way in this gigantic and evil maze of trickery. It took me 1000 years to fully write my plan down, and another 1000 to understand it. The complexity is higher than that of a 14-dimensional dodecahedron. It all starts out with the day of this legendary ruse. The day of rusement was carefully planned and calculated on this exact day.

The day were an astronomical constellation appears, that will never occour again in the next 3 googolplex years. A constellation that generates an antimatter black hole. This sort of black hole doesn't suck matter. Antimatter black holes suck the „well being" out of everyone. But did you see someone feeling bad today?

Yes, my little fellow I created a lens that focus the power of the antimatter black hole directly on you. It took 300 years to create this extremely complex lens and I had to combine the power of god and satan to create it. But not enough with the rusement. As I'm not some faggot ruseman, I have planned even more trickery tricks to lead you into this discomfort. When you were mindlessly surfing on this /b/ i made a post that I was sure will put you in the mood of rage. This post was sprinkled with lies and intentional logical fallacies and a good portion of something you dislike seeing in your surroundings. With my ruseman instincts I already knew you were typing your response to the displeasing content you just saw. At the exact moment of sending your response you have started up the machine of displeasement and „not well being". A machine that once started cannot be stopped. Not by God, not by Satan and not even by Cthulhu himself. While your comment was traveling through the cyberspace you started feeling bad. Something in your brain was screaming but you just didn't know why.

It was destiny that you fall for my trickery. With this message you are currently reading I am telling you something you should have thought before you were sending your pathetic comment to me. I am, in fact, A MASTER RUSEMAN GRADE 3. I was part of the ancient circle of master ruseman. I can see on your face, that you already knew this. A ruse this fantastic and gigantic cannot be done by some low grade rusenoob. Yes you have been RUSEDI by me. There were only one RUSEDI knowen to mankind until now. Can you imagine of how hard it is to do? Only two RUSEDIS were executed in the past... 3... Trillion... years! Now you finally know about this unbearable discomfort you started feeling right when you got my response. The response, this message, reveals of what has been done. You... yeah YOU... have been rused. You are powerless, you want to scream but you can't. You just sit there in a mix of rage and helplessness. You want to find this guy, this MASTER RUSEMAN GRADE 3, and you want to kill him. But at the exact moment of thinking, you also realize that you will never be able to even come near such a powerfull being like me. This ruse has set me into a position higher than Hades thus making me a god. Well well well... you seem ever smaller now. Compare your pathetic life to me and you will realize that you are nothing. You think now you might come over this rumbling of your jordans. You think you can bear it, but my devilish plan goes far deeper. Now after you've already been rused to infinity this letter discomforts you to a new level of discomfort.

In the moment you are reading what I wrote you realize how pathetic you are. How useless you are. With every single word you, your very SOUL gets crushed.

Your soul is now demolished. God can’t take you to heaven, and Satan does not want demolished slaves. Your soul i permanently banished from a real afterlife.

Your soul already tryed to escape your body. But your soul cannot escape into the eternal spheres thus it will be stuck in a permanent state of dying. Every day you will suffer thinking of a way to escape this almost deadly RUSEDI, but it is too late. You are RUSED FOREVER! Yes my dear fellow, I know you want to know who is responsible for this. I will tell you my story now. I don’t know were I’m from, but I know I was the first to exist. I was alone but soon a few people followed.

We made a circle called MASTER RUSEMAN. Only real MASTER RUSERS were allowed to join this exquisite circle. We agreed that we will never decide who is the best MASTER RUSEMAN. But after some time I found a way to lead my fellow comrades into a tricky situation. I claimed that I’m the best MASTER RUSEMAN in the circle. It didn’t take long till everyones jacobs were rommled. After they found out what exquisite trickery was played on them, they agreed to give the one who caused this discomfort the title GOD OF RUSE.

Now you finally realize what huge impact this ruse had. You never thought that you will be, in fact, rused by a godness. Somehow you feel honored. Honored to get your gustavsons jingled by the god of all MASTER RUSEMAN. The life you know does not exist anymore. You can only return to a dimishing shadow of what you called your life. The rusement was too strong. Not even time itself could recover from the wounds this monumental trickery caused you. I am, for my part, pretty proud of myself. Even I had my doubts if I could make a contrivance this huge and tricky. But I did it. I managed to create the most thoroughgoing RUSEDI. You have been rused by me, the ONE AND ONLY!

Even after 100 years you will still remember this day. The day of THE ruse.

The day the GOD OF RUSE personally made a statement, to intentionally discomfort YOU. SONGS WILL BE WRITTEN ON THIS MASTERFUL RUSE.

AND I HOLD NO REMORSE OR REGRET FOR I AM AND ALWAYS SHALL BE

THE GOD OF RUSE"

End caption

There is nothing funnier to me than poorly redrawn trollfaces made around the time everyone was mocking people who made rage comics

[mountsmason]

Monaco Memories

↳ instagram files

summary: you and your boyfriend rúben travel to monaco for the f1 grand prix, not knowing that your ex-boyfriend mason, who still has feelings for you, would also be there.

pairing: rúben dias x reader, ft. mason mount

a/n: this idea has been stuck in my head for a while but I'm not confident in writing a full fic so I did an instagram au instead ,, enjoy !!

the original idea: the reader working for city as a photographer where you meet rúben and eventually start dating. he takes you to monaco for the grand prix, where you where you see mason, your ex. despite the breakup being messy, he still has feelings for you so whenever he'd see rúben hold you close or do cute coupley things, you could sense the jealousy.

➪ can be read as a sequel to platonic lies

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yourusername

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yourusername monaco here we come 🏁

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rúbenfan1 couple goals 😍

sasha__rebecca have fun gorgeous!! <33

↳ yourusername thank you 💕 next time, you and jack are coming with !

y/n&rúbenfan there's gonna be so much rúben and y/n content this weekend I can't wait 😍😍

May 27, 2022

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masonmount ✅

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masonmount in Monaco

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declanrice bro the fit 🔥

chunkz 😮‍💨

masonfan1 do we think mason will meet y/n and rúben?

↳ masonfan2 idk about y/n but I might pass out if we get a mason and rúben selfie

May 28, 2022

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┌── ⋆ ⋅ ☆ ⋅ ⋆ ──┐

NOTIFICATIONS

masonmount starting following you.

masonmount liked your photo.

└── ⋆ ⋅ ☆ ⋅ ⋆ ──┘

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yourusername

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yourusername sunsets with you @rúbendias💓

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kylewalker2 aww aren't you two the cutest 😍💘❤💓💓💕💖

↳ yourusername shut up kyle 🙄😂 (yes we are 😌)

philfoden third wheeling at its finest

↳ yourusername should have stayed with the other guys then 😎

↳ philfoden I was missing you and rúben 😔

May 28, 2022

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yourusername

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yourusername surreal moment 😵‍💫

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johnstonesofficial nope not jealous, nope 😀

↳ yourusername you sure you're not jealous?

↳ johnstonesofficial nope 👍

↳ yourusername 😂😂

masonfan1 anyone else notice mason liking all of y/n's posts?

↳ masonfan2 who even is she ??

↳ masonfan1 ruben dias' girlfriend

↳ masonfan2 someone should tell mason 😂

↳ masonfan2 you guys are reading too much into it all, it doesn't mean anything

May 29, 2022

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masonupdates

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masonupdates mason and rúben dias at the monaco gp today

masonfan there's something off about this photo 🤔

rúbenfan rúben doesn't look very happy...

May 29, 2022

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rúbendias ✅

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rúbendias Monaco 2022 🇲🇨

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masonfan1 mason's been cropped out👀

↳ masonfan2 I think rúben's seen mason liking all of y/n's posts

↳ masonfan1 or something else might have happened

↳ masonfan2 like what??

↳ masonfan1 maybe he tried flirting with y/n in front of rúben

↳ masonfan2 nooo he wouldn't do that

May 29, 2022

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rúbendias ✅

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rúbendias my girl ❤

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yourusername eu te amo muito❤

↳ y/n&rúbenfan you know portuguese?!?!

↳ yourusername just the odd phrase here and there that rúben's taught me 😅

masonfan1 @masonfan2 look at the caption ...

↳ masonfan2 okay maybe you were right about mason trying something 👀

May 29, 2022

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➪ read the next part here

[probably-a-plant-thing]

Pent up

A/N: ya boi tried writing a little again. Just a little bit of what Skulk was up to during @bluecoolr 's writing here. Which wasn't much but fuckinnnn I wanna dive into his little brain for a bit, so indulge me a second, ok? Ok. lez go

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He had heard the commotion from the restroom and dipped out the window, now currently sitting hidden in the brush. Skulk watched with shaking breath as Darrell and Damon were put into the patrol cars, holding his mask tightly over his face as he tried to calm the rage building up inside him. He was such an idiot, he had the chance to kill these pigs before his lovers even thought about returning to him and he missed it. Every time he shows restraint he’s always punished, he’d been good for his boys while they were gone and this was his reward? 

You’d think I’d learn.

Skulk grumbled curses under his mask as he watched the bastards drive off, even in a moment like this he couldn’t act. Hopefully, they’d understand but out of the three of them, the guy that looked the way he did wouldn’t help the case even if for once it actually wasn’t his fault. 

What now? Skulk thought to himself when he finally stood from the bushes, removing his mask so he could properly breathe again as he started the tireless trek back to his hotel room, his frustration successfully buried for another time. What should he do then? Just wait for his lovers to leave the holding cells? He had no doubt they’d get out of police custody in no time, but a small part of him wanted to fall back on the one thing he always did. 

Call up mom. It could fix so much so quickly, he’d just have to call her up and give a short sob story. Then everyone would forget those damned teens, everyone would forget those piggy bastards, and he could just enjoy his lovers and finally enjoy a normal life. 

The idea was so tempting, he hadn’t even noticed the tight grip he’d had on the phone in his pocket. His knuckles were white under his gloves when he finally snapped himself out of it. It was too easy, Skulk figured, he wouldn’t learn anything. Though, he’d never asked her to cover for others before. Is that any different? 

“Dammit man, you cut yourself off for a reason!” Skulk sighed softly in annoyance as he let go of the phone, holding his hands together instead to try and avoid the temptation further. 

Finally making it back to his hotel room, he lay sprawled on the bed staring at his text messages to his darling Blueboy. At least he got to cop a feel of that handsome man’s tits before he got arrested.

The things he was gonna do when he got his hands on those two again would make ol’ Bright Eyes blush, even if it meant getting some pig's blood on him in the process.

He could be like a less traumatized Carrie, he thought, causing himself to laugh at the imagery before finally setting his phone down. 

Skulk was certain Cherrybomb or Blue would shoot him a text when they weaseled their way out of trouble. They presented themselves as pretty good people, well Darrell did at least.

Skulk stared at the ceiling for a long while, allowing his mind to wander the longer he sat in patient silence for what felt like hours, giving an annoyed groan and rubbing his eyes as he thought about what was almost a perfect morning. 

His favorite boys were home! He wasn’t abandoned! Hooray!

Skulk could still hear the echo of his past thoughts when he had shown up at Red’s cabin, originally it was to start chipping away at that man’s closet as well. Mostly because he’d stolen anything that wasn’t easily damaged from Darrell’s trailer. Seeing the bikes parked outside was the happiest he’d felt since they had left.

“But nooo, I can’t have nice things” Skulk complained to himself, grabbing his phone once again to check for anything new. As expected there was nothing. Nothing except that damned mirror selfie they’d sent him ages ago. His cheeks still flushed as he stared at it, the caption having eaten away at him because even now it mocked him. 

“Fucking degenerates.” He said softly to himself, the words holding no weight or insult but the tone still annoyed, even if he wasn’t exactly one to talk. The previous picture he’d sent to them was his own bust for the exact reason of teasing the two. Most of the time he loved it when they teased back, in fact, it drove him crazy.

But the longer he stared at the picture the harder it was to deny the burning he was starting to feel, harder still was deciding if the source was lust or wrath. Finally deciding to bite the bullet and show he cared, he typed up a simple;

Are you two alright? :[

Hoping for a quick reply but knowing how long interrogations could last. Though he was determined to stay good for them. Skulk could handle burning for just a while longer until he could see them again. Just a couple more hours, right? Skulk hummed softly, glancing at the mask he’d set on the TV stand, it stared back with it’s familiar mildly surprised expression. 

“Yeah, I’m bored too. But I want the go ahead from Darrell or Red before killing those cops, alright? Or anyone for that matter. We had enough fun with them gone.” He said softly, repositioning himself so he sat at the edge of the bed, staring equal at the mask. Times like these where he wished he still had his prescription because now he could feel eyes on him. Though he knew no one was around, the paranoia began to build the longer he stared at the mask.

“What, no words this time around? Just gonna stare at m? It’s not my fault I had one little crack on the hiking trail, not my fault at all.” 

Nothing responded, though the stares grew in intensity, causing Skulk to squirm a bit in his seat.

“Come on you have to do something. I had to do something while they were gone and who cares about some random kid. The hogs liked the younger meat. Even if there wasn’t that much.” He confessed, rubbing his eyes and cheeks to try and get the feeling off him. The simple mask sat unwavering, though something about it felt mocking now. 

“Quit it! Alright? They don’t have to know who died, just that the hogs were fed, ok? It’s not my fault that kid got lost in the woods. They’re haunted, remember? Anything could have happened… I can just say the piggies hunted him by themselves.”

Skulk reasoned, frowning back at the mask as the paranoia burned deeper and deeper in his stomach. Standing up and snatching the mask before tossing it into the bathroom, unsure and uncaring of where it landed. Finally taking a deep breath and running his hands through his messy hair. All feeling drained out as he squeezed down his temples. Crushing the bugs in his brain for just a moment.

“Alright, alright. They don’t have to know anything I don’t want them too. I’m a good boy. I am, I am.” He reasoned to himself, a sigh of relief washing over him and a faint smile returning to his lips “I’m whatever they want me to be. And right now, it’s a stupid goofball. I can manage that.” Skulk mused, hearing his phone ping from the bed and nearly tackling it in the process, seeing just what he wanted. A new message.

We should be home in a few. We’re ok, but Red is a bit fired up. See you soon, Gummy.