#*ghosts BC BRIDGET*

[acespeon]

if I was Aaron I would’ve quit a long time ago. fuck being bait all the time

[daechwitatamic]

Chapter 16: Worth It || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon)

Title: What Was Hidden (Masterpost)

Rating: explicit, minors DNI pls

Genre: college!au, angst, eventual smut, strangers -> friends -> lovers -> idiots -> lovers

Pairings: Taehyung x female reader, MYG x OC

Summary:  This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You’re assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg’s The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there’s a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one’s “true self” versus one’s “shown self”, darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

//

In which things finally come together.

Chapter Warnings: language, drinking, kissing, explicit sex including: breast play, fingering, unprotected sex with bc (this is fiction, your life is not), penetrative sex, bossy/dom-ish!tae but oc gives it right back, a teeeeeny little bit of dirty talk, one use of “good girl” oops, also the fic is over :(

Word Count: 4.5k

I saw the sun and thought I saw what was hidden The Ghost Sonata | Scene III August Strindberg

Chapter 16: Worth It

Sunday, April 15th

When Taehyung drops you off at your dorm building the next morning, you go inside quickly but lean against a wall once you’re out of his view. You need a minute by yourself before you have to answer to your roommates.

Something’s different with you and Taehyung this time; something’s different than it was even before, when things were good.

“We don’t need to say or do or decide anything,” he had told you, the covers still bunched over his head. “Right now, I’m happy. Let’s just be happy. There’s time for the rest later.”

You still feel like you’d both made some confessions last night, in the storm, wordlessly. You can’t shake the feeling that you’d somehow laid yourself bare, that you had no secrets left.

Maybe that’s what needed to happen.

You don’t know.

There’s time for that later. At least, that’s what Taehyung thinks.

When you slink into your dorm, half praying that everyone is asleep, you find both girls sitting on Kiko’s bed together, looking at you solemnly.

“That was extremely uncool of you,” Bridget says sternly, at the same time that Kiko says, “Are you okay?”

They look at each other in accusation; the united front seems to have crumbled into mixed messages.

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” you say. You sit on your own bed, pick up a pillow and hug it to your chest like armor. “That was just… a lot.”

“You know Davis is full of shit, right?” Bridget asks. She looks at Kiko for back-up. Kiko nods vehemently. “Like, he’s just bitter and lashing out because that’s easier than facing the fact that he knows what he did to you was fucked up. He’s deflecting.”

You give her a flat stare. “The Psych classes are going good, huh?” you ask.

She rolls her eyes at you. “I want to hear you say that you know he’s wrong.”

You can’t do that, not if you’re being fully truthful. Maybe, with time. Maybe, with him, if you ever manage to salvage things completely. But you want to be off the hook, you want to move the conversation on, so you say, “I know he’s wrong.”

Kiko says, very businesslike, “I would like you to know that Davis took that punch like a bitch and boo-hooed like an infant afterwards.”

“He hit the ground like a sack of potatoes,” Bridget agrees.

“That warms my fucking heart,” you tell her. “God. Taehyung’s my hero. I wish someone had filmed it.”

“You really owe him,” Bridget agrees. “He was like, how dare you insult the love of my life, BAM!”

“He didn’t say that,” Kiko corrects quickly, before you can get any ideas.

“I don’t think I owe him anymore after last night,” you say coyly, fighting both a smirk and a blush.

Bridget screams. “Again?”

You laugh. “What do you mean again? The last time was almost a month ago! That was St. Patrick’s Day!”

When the girls are done interrogating you, you take a hot shower and get back in bed, needing a few hours to sleep. As you’re lazily scrolling through social media, getting comfy, you notice something with a jolt – Taehyung’s posts are back on your feed.

Tuesday, April 17th 

[8:42 AM] Taehyung: good morning 🙃

[8:42 AM] You: lol yes???

[8:44 AM] Taehyung: i have a proposition

[8:45 AM] You: i’m intrigued. hit me.

[8:46 AM] You: i mean, don’t HIT me, wanted to clarify since apparently u hit ppl sometimes

[8:47 AM] Taehyung: ……..

[8:47 AM] Taehyung: wow.

[8:48 AM] Taehyung: i am reconsidering my offer

[8:48 AM] You: lmao ok im sry

[8:49 AM] You: whats the offer

[8:50 AM] Taehyung: skip ur morning class and go get a waffle w me

–

Across the table, Taehyung hums happily as he pours syrup over his fluffy, steaming waffle. You stir your coffee absently while you wait for your turn.

“So…” you say, feeling a little awkward. “What’s the reason for the impromptu waffle outing?”

“Sometimes the craving just gets too strong,” he says seriously.

You level him with a look.

He laughs. “Okay, okay,” he says. “I thought… probably we should talk. I don’t want this to turn into a thing where we… y’know, do what we did over the weekend, but we aren’t even speaking. I don’t want that.”

“I don’t either,” you admit. 

“So, let’s talk then,” he says, like it’s so easy. “How have you been?”

You have two choices. You can hide your feelings, play it off, keep him at arm’s length the way you had been. 

Or… you can open up, tell him the truth, and maybe start forging a new way forward.

“Honestly?” you say. “It’s been kind of lonely. I lost you and Nina in the same week.”

He grimaces. “I’m sorry that went down with her. I know we… never got the chance to talk about it.”

You’re hit with another pang of guilt over how you treated him the night you found out about Nina.

“I’m really sorry about that night,” you whisper, eyes on the table. “I lost it, I wasn’t even myself. You didn’t deserve any of that.”

“Thanks,” he says softly, like maybe he actually forgives you. “It was already a super fucked up situation, I can’t imagine adding on top that your best friend chose not to spare you any of it. Damn.” He shakes his head in disbelief. 

The reminder stings. “Chose not to spare me, chose to let it continue, chose to keep me looking fucking stupid -.”

“You’re not stupid,” he murmurs. Then, he asks, “Did you talk to her about it?”

“Yeah,” you say. “She just doubled down. She doesn’t think she made the wrong choice and I just… don’t care enough to try and make her think otherwise.”

You could end it there, move the conversation along. But it suddenly feels important that Taehyung knows the things you’ve been thinking about, the things you’ve chosen to work on.

“She said some stuff to me that’s really been on my mind,” you tell him. “In a weird way, it kind of put things into perspective for me.”

He waits, listening.

“She kind of said that I keep everybody out. Like, she’s been my best friend since elementary school and she literally told me she feels like she doesn’t know me. She said I did it to… him, and she suggested that I did it to you, too.”

A long silence stretches between you.

“I don’t think you kept me out,” Taehyung says thoughtfully. 

Hope blooms inside you - that maybe you’re not as fucked up as you felt, that maybe things between you two could be okay. 

“You don’t?” you ask.

“I mean…” he laughs a little. “I think you wanted to. I think that was the whole problem. But despite how hard you tried… I still think you let me in.”

Neither of you speak for a minute. 

“I’m glad… that I didn’t make you feel like that. It’s still something I’m going to keep working on.”

He gives you an understanding look. “I never felt like I didn’t know you. I knew you, even at the worst parts.”

Maybe it’s crossing a line, maybe you shouldn’t do it. But you reach across the table and take his fingers in yours, bruised knuckles and all.

He gives your hand a squeeze.

Saturday, April 21st

The weather finally seems to settle into spring, and the weekend boasts temperatures that give you a tiny tease of summer days. To celebrate being able to exist pleasantly outside, Seokjin and the guys throw together a last-second cook-out.

Taehyung asks if you’ll go, so you do. Simple.

You girls walk over midafternoon. You revel in it, being able to walk to the guys’ house in flip-flops, instead of bundled into a winter coat. You can’t believe you used to walk to and from the house at night during the winter. It’s a wonder no one ended up with pneumonia.

Everyone’s in the backyard when you get there. Well, almost everybody. You do a quick headcount.

“Where’s Seokjin?” you ask.

“He had to pick something up,” Taehyung tells you. He’s playing horseshoes with Jungkook at the edge of the yard. It appears, at a glance, that Jungkook is winning and Taehyung is endangering people’s lives. 

You and Kiko and Bridget head to the cooler by a picnic table and dig around through the beer selection. Yoongi seems to be getting the grill going, and Kiko floats that way to talk to him. Jimin comes over to the picnic table and sets up a bluetooth speaker, getting some music playing.

You and Bridget lay back in the grass - a safe distance from the horseshoe pits - vibing and chatting. Namjoon and Hoseok, along with a few people you haven’t met before, sit around near the picnic table, some in folding chairs, some on the grass. Jimin flits around, setting up, coming in and out of the house with bowls of chips.

“Why is no one helping him?” you ask. Bridget shrugs. You struggle to your feet and head up to the kitchen.

“Hey, need help?” you ask.

Jimin thinks, one hand on his hip. “I think I’m just done for now, until close to when the meat is cooked,” he thinks out loud. “You want to grab this case of soda? I’ll take one too and we can add them to the cooler.”

“No problem,” you tell him, doing as asked. 

As you bend over the cooler next to Jimin, you hear a car door shut out front. A minute later, Seokjin comes around the side of the house, a pretty girl in a sundress trailing behind him. 

“Hey,” he says, pausing by the big cluster of people in lawn chairs. “Everyone, this is Valeria. Valeria, everyone.”

“Oh, my God,” Taehyung says, dropping his horseshoe and coming closer. “Is she the coffee shop girl?”

“The one you never talked to?” Jimin adds.

Valeria flushes pink.

“I told you we talk!” Seokjin insists. 

“Wow. How long has this been a thing?” you ask.

They look at each other, the way new couples do when they need to get their timeline straight. 

“A few weeks?” Valeria guesses, and Seokjin nods his agreement.

The afternoon passes easily, especially once Yoongi is done grilling and you can all eat. But as the meal winds down, you all realize something alarming: you’re out of beer.

“Poor planning,” Yoongi chides teasingly. Jin elbows him in the ribs.

“I’ll go,” Taehyung offers. “I only had the one, and it was a while ago. What do we want, the same kind?”

You catch his eye and quirk an eyebrow at him. He makes a hey, why not face and shrugs. You get to your feet, silent conversation complete, and amble over to his side. 

Once the beer decision is made, Taehyung heads around the side of the house, fishing in his pocket for his car keys. You follow him, and for a second he’s silhouetted by the low-hanging sun, just an outline of the boy who sees you, knows you, loves you. He has given you so much openness, and honesty, left himself vulnerable for the pain you could bring even after you’d tried to warn him, even after you’d done it. 

You could go your whole life and never pay him back what you owe him for that. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. 

You wander through the store by his side, help carry a box back to the car. After he parks the car and starts heading for the front door, you call him back.

He turns, and you set the beer you were carrying down on the ground, walking up to him. He must see something in your face - determination, maybe, intent - so he does the same, watching you expectantly. 

“Taehyung… back in January when we were talking and you were telling me how you felt… I know you thought I wasn’t there.” Your breath catches, the confession stuck on your tongue. Taehyung looks at you openly, ready to hear you out. The breeze ruffles his wavy hair and he reaches up to move his bangs out of his eyes, not taking his gaze from you. Your shoulders sag a little with your next words - “But of course I was. Of course I loved you.”

His eyes widen, just slightly, his spine straightening. You push on, knowing it’s important, knowing he deserves to hear it.

“I just didn’t want to end up heartbroken again, didn’t want to spend my days trying to pretend I wasn’t hurting, didn’t want to be running into you on campus and feeling the need to avoid you…”

“And we ended up there anyway,” he says quietly.

You open your hands, agreeing. “We ended up there anyway. So what fucking good did it do? What did I push you away for?”

Taehyung is looking at you with a funny look on his face, like he’s figured something out. “You said loved,” he says, tone somewhere between suspicion and accusation.

“What?”

“You said of course you loved me.”

“Don’t,” you say. “Don’t do that.”

“You loved me?”

“Taehyung.”

“So, what, did you stop?” he asks. His voice breaks on the last word.

“Taehyung,” you say again.

“What?” he snaps, but he’s not mad, he’s coming closer, pulling you into his arms.

“Don’t,” you whisper. 

He places a hand on your heart, feels it racing beneath his touch. “Why are you so scared?” he asks you in a whisper.

“You know why,” you say flatly. 

“What’s the worst that can happen?” he challenges.

“You know that too,” you protest. 

You’re both silent for a minute. Taehyung lets go of you and starts to reach for his case of beer, something resigned settling in on his face.

“Wait,” you say quickly. You already fucked this up once; you can’t play these games if you want to keep him. And you do, you really do. 

“I don’t know why you’re giving me such a hard time about it,” you tell him, letting a little pout into your voice. “You know already.”

He raises one eyebrow. “What do I know, exactly?”

You shake your head. “That I love you. That I’ve loved you since Strindberg.”

Taehyung’s smile is lightning quick. He clutches his chest dramatically, closing his eyes as if in pain. “Since Strindberg!” he echoes.

“Taehyung!” you scold, but you’re laughing at his antics. “Could you not tease me right now?”

He laughs, then leans down to kiss you sweetly. 

“Come on,” he says, once he’s let you go. He reaches down to pick up the case of beer he’d brought, and you follow him into the house. He goes straight through to the back deck, placing the box down. “Beer delivery!” he calls. Everyone out in the yard pretends to cheer.

You start to head towards the wooden steps, but Taehyung tugs you back. He turns you gently, hands finding your waist.

“Say it again,” he breathes, snaking his arms around your waist.

You cock an eyebrow at him. “Say what?”

“Baby,” he whines, pouting. Oh. His giveaway. 

You kiss his lips sweetly, lightly, just barely. “I love you, Taehyung,” you whisper against his mouth. 

His lips quirk into a lopsided smile. “Let’s go inside.”

You look down at the yard full of people - your friends. “Won’t we be missed?”

He smirks at you. “We’ll be back soon.”

“My heart just went pitter-pat,” you deadpan, and he laughs. 

“If you’re actually with me now, I guess you better get used to that,” he teases as you head through the kitchen and into the living room. You expect him to lead you upstairs, but he heads for the basement steps instead. 

At the bottom, he pauses, tapping on his phone. You lean over his arm. He’s sent a groupchat a message that reads, “no one come downstairs pls 🙃”. Your eyebrows raise.

“Does that actually work?” you ask. He’s already received back two thumbs-up emojis, and someone is typing.

He looks at you, incredulous. “Of course it does! It’s bro code! We very much do not want to see each other in action, I promise you.”

He sits you on the edge of the table that’s usually reserved for beer pong. Thankfully, they seem to clean it off pretty well, and it’s not sticky beneath you.

He tugs you to the edge of the table, snug between your legs and leans you backwards with a kiss. You hold yourself up with one hand, play with the hair at the nape of his neck with the other. 

“You look cute in these,” he murmurs, smoothing a hand down the tops of your thighs, indicating the white capris you wore for the cook-out. “Summery.”

“Thank you,” you smile. 

“Let’s get rid of them,” he says, and you laugh again. 

“You’re smooth today,” you tell him.

“Let me show you how smooth,” he says with a smirk. He gives your legs another insistent tug, getting himself well and truly snug against you, pressing his hips against yours insistently as he kisses you again. 

You hold the back of his neck, your other hand tugging on the hem of his shirt, trying to gather up the material so you can pull it off. But Taehyung makes an unhappy noise in his throat and you freeze, leaning back to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask. 

He rests his forehead on yours and lets out a frustrated huff. “You’re going to make fun of me,” he tells you.

This makes you giggle in advance. “Okay, consider me warned.”

“I really wanted to do this here,” he says, one hand flat on the table. “But now you’ve got me all… gooey.”

“Gooey?” you repeat, another giggle bubbling up.

He cuts his eyes at you, but his lips twitch. “Now I want to lay down with you,” he pouts. He’s so fucking adorable. 

“Well,” you say breezily, “let’s go upstairs, then.” 

“Okay,” he says, happy, and lifts you right off the table. You squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, clinging to him like a spider monkey. 

Laughing, he heads for the steps.

“Be careful!” you tell him, as he makes his way up from the basement. He sets you down on the landing so you can go the rest of the way like normal people, which you do, still giggling.

Upstairs, you both undress in a hurry, and then Taehyung does as promised - stretches his bare body along yours, captures your mouth in a kiss, runs his hands up and down your body. His touch is reverent, glorifying. You shiver and prickle in wake of his ghosting fingertips, your body warming and loosening with his touch.

“I love your body,” he whispers, “just in case I haven’t made that very evident.”

“Medium-evident,” you murmur, gripping his back to pull yourself as flush against him as you can. 

He makes an appreciative noise in his throat; over your continuation of one of his goofy jokes or the pressure of your body against his, you’re not sure. Maybe both. Taehyung is the type of guy who can multitask.

“Let me make it more evident then,” he says, rolling over a bit and running his hand down the flat of your belly before dipping between your thighs. He hums happily when he finds you ready.

He works you slowly, pumping first one and then two fingers in and out of you, listening to the hums and happy sighs you make. Half of you wants him to pick up the speed a little - this is the half that has you squirming to meet each movement, trying to force the issue on your own - but half of you is enjoying the sensation as he strokes, twists, and scissors his digits inside you. You lose it, moaning out loud, when he leans over and takes a nipple between his lips, his fingers continuing their slow and steady torture.

He suckles it for just a second, eliciting a low rumble from your chest, then begins switching between hard flicks and flat swipes of his tongue. You whine, squirming - he’s doing to your chest what you want him to do to your clit, and you want his fingers harder and faster and he seems determined to make you wait. 

Suddenly, he worries the nub - gently, carefully - between his teeth and you squeal. The sensation is sharp and alarming but it’s also amazing, sending waves of warmth and excitement down your arms. He releases you, smiling, and whispers, “Shhh.”

“Tae,” you whine, practically complaining. You need more. He’s killing you.

He ignores this, switching sides to give your other nipple some attention. You close your eyes, groaning - both in frustration and pleasure. He still hasn’t touched your clit and it’s throbbing in need of friction. Then he’s speaking to you, mouth still so close to your nipple that each syllable sends more jolts down your spine as his lips and teeth continue to tease.

“Can you take three?” he asks, thumb finally - finally - nestling next to your clit and starting slow, patient circles.

You groan in answer, in relief, in delight. You can barely keep your eyes open against the onslaught on sensations. 

“Answer me,” he says firmly, voice still low, not quite the growl you can’t wait for him to employ. Fuck, you love when he’s bossy in bed. 

“Yes, I can take it,” you murmur. You let out an open-mouthed, guttural sound as he adds a third finger, the stretch both stinging and divine.

“Good girl,” he tells you on a breath, less than a whisper. You can hear as well as feel your body react to this, his movements suddenly squelching profanely, and it makes you almost laugh. He snuffs the laugh like the flame of a match when he continues, whispering, “Have to get you really ready. I’m not taking it easy on you today.”

“God,” you groan. “Fuck, yes. Please, Taehyung, I’m ready, I promise -.” 

You’re babbling, desperate. You’re aware, somewhat absently, that you haven’t even touched him yet, but you can feel him hot and hard against your leg, his tip leaking just enough that you can feel the wet little circle on your skin where it’s resting. 

“Mmm,” he considers, pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw. Your mouth opens in a silent gasp as his three fingers plunge into you again. “Was gonna make you wait more, but if you’re gonna beg so nice, I just might have to give you what you want.”

“I’m about four seconds from flipping you over and sitting on it,” you growl, suddenly out of patience. “Please.”

His dick jumps against your leg at this, and he laughs once at his own reaction. “Fuck, I’d like that,” he admits. 

“Hurry up,” you tell him sternly. Now who’s being bossy?

He laughs again, quietly, but he’s shifting. “You’re so hot,” he tells you, as he removes his fingers slowly, reaching sideways to wipe them off on the sheets. “I fucking love it.” He rolls over top of you, leaning up to kiss you again. His tongue strokes and circles yours as he grinds against the slick mess between your legs. You both moan at the contact, the sound swallowed by the kiss. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and worry it with your teeth. You feel his breath hitch, watch his eyes flutter closed.

Then, no warning, he’s pressing your legs together, guiding your knees to one side, and pushing inside you, bottoming out. 

“Jesus,” he moans. “It’s so good every time - I always manage to forget how good -.” And then he’s setting a sharp, quick pace.

“Yes, god,” you echo, practically delirious with need, your entire body alight and singing as it finally gets what it wants. 

He can only do this for so long before he’s nudging the knee he had pushed to the side and opening your legs again, settling between them, leaning up your body to kiss you again. He begins pistoning into you and you clutch him tightly, letting your nails graze the tight skin across his shoulder blades. He groans into your neck at the sensation, hips smacking flat into yours with each thrust. 

“Tae - ah, shit -,” you cry, back arching under his touch. You reach up for his face, laying a palm against his cheek, thumb stroking his jaw. He leans into the touch, turning his face slightly to kiss your fingers. You hook your heels behind his thighs, trying to drive him in deeper, trying to take him closer. Your eyes roll back and your fingers scrabble at the sheets, trying to find something to hold. You’re close, you’re so close, you can feel the simmer, something just needs to tip you over the edge -

“Fuck,” he growls, lowering himself so his face is next to yours. “Gonna come for me?” That’s all it takes - you’re whining deep in your throat, eyes squeezed shut, pulsing and clenching around him, fists tight and toes curling. As it fades and your muscles relax again, you can tell he’s close - his rhythm starting to jump a little, his breathing growing labored. “Christ. Baby.”

He comes quietly this time, his breath hissing between his teeth, his forehead pressing hard into your neck as his hips slow, then still completely.

He slips out of you but wraps his arms around you so you can’t roll away. Face still buried in your neck, he whispers, “Shit, you’re amazing.”

–

Later, after you’ve rebrushed your hair, gotten dressed, and rejoined the group out back, you and Taehyung stand together on the deck overlooking the yard. Seokjin is in a camping chair, Valeria perched on his lap, her head thrown back in laughter at something Bridget is saying. Yoongi and Kiko sit on the grass nearby, both cross-legged, heads bent together as they talk. Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok stand in a lopsided triangle, throwing a frisbee around. Namjoon busies himself at the cooler, digging around the bottom for whatever he’s looking for. 

You feel so full of love for all of them, even the ones you don’t know well like Namjoon, even the ones you’ve just met, like Valeria. You feel peace, belonging. It’s the first time in a while.

“So,” Taehyung says, looking down at you sideways. “Are we doing this? You’re gonna be my girl, for real?”

You decide to tease him a little. “Only if you say it back,” you say, letting your lips pout just a bit. “You didn’t, before.”

He laughs. “Okay,” he says. “Watch and see how easy this is.” He turns to face you, his eyes on yours, twinkling. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much it makes me stupid. I love you, and I think you’re so fucking smart, and so fucking beautiful, and so fucking worth it. For the record.” 

You don’t even care that everyone in the yard can see you. You get on your tippy-toes and shut him up with a kiss before he can say anything else and ruin the most perfect thing he’s ever said in his life. His arms come around you and he bends you backwards just a touch. 

So fucking worth it.

You know he is worth it - worth every risk, worth every hurt, worth every effort; you know you’ll try for as long as you're able to never let him wonder for a single second if it’s true.

It's ovaaaa!

Thank you so much for being here, especially to those who showed up every chapter with a like, reply, dm, ask, or reblog! I appreciate you more than I can say.

A final thank you to my absolute love Pauli for putting up with my bullshit on the daily and also for beta-ing!!

[kickinganddriving]

ok hi!!! certified Christian pulisic lovergirl here. apologies in advance if this message is unwelcome.

I, a card carrying chronic daydreamer, had my cute little fantasy world interrupted today by the "girl posting tiktoks from his house" rumor. Anyway I looked for said tiktoks like...... evvvverrryyywhherree (i guess i like the pain idfk) and i can't find even a ghost of a hint of something like that. I could be wrong, maybe you've seen them for yourself idk? but if alleged tiktok girl does exist, he doesn't follow her on insta (like 99% sure). And without seeing the actual videos/having more context i just feel like...... A: she could be anyone. a friend of a friend who hung at his place one time. a cousin. his homie's gf. his landlord. a ghost. idfk. or B: the videos literally don't exist and someone just made it up to watch us squirm

also i wondered for a hot minute if he was dating elena chiriac or someone named bridget (trying to be a little more nondescript bc i don't think she intends to put herself in the public eye), but both of them have boyfriends (boyfriends who are not christian lol). receipts on that!

anyway I wasn't sure if i should send this; on the one hand i worry i'll be adding fuel to the fire, but also i hate seeing so many of my fav blogs in the puli sphere having to deal with fallout from this really flimsy claim sent by one random anon. I just think the sadness might be premature/unneeded so i wanted to send you my take incase it could help remedy that. again, no idea if I'm doing the right thing sending this message, so imma leave it up to you what you wanna do with it/who you wanna share it with lol. i decided to send it to you bc you seem pretty ~drama free~ and like you know the other puli blog girls well enough to know if this message would help/harm. hope I'm making sense? idk? lmao ok I'm out, peace &blessings to u my gal, and p.s. i love love love your writing hehe

-coco chanel

now folks when we make claims it should be in this format, but yea, honestly im also a chronic daydreamer but these are actual peoples lives, so when they do something, its not our place to hate them, hate people involved, and i am a full believer never speculating until confirmation, seeing is thats how people get hurt. Lets give everybody some space and lets just take a deep breath in, and out.

also thank you for all the love!!!

[mallorykeen]

Can I please get some ex-catholic Mallory and an AU where Magnus is Frederick's kid?

im really annoyed bc i wrote several hundred words here and then forgot to save it so it all got deleted

okay so first mallory

originally goes to church cause its whats expected of her as a catholic even in belfast but the continues cause its somewhere that she can be away from her dad before she's allowed out alone even if its boring and pointless to her at best and toxic and homophobic at worst

when she's thirteen or so she stops going so much because she can go out by herself and doesn't need that escape any more

her favourite saints are bridget and joan

she can really relate to joan considering how she dies

✨internalised homophobia that she goes to therapy and works on✨

doesn't go in for the whole god is real as well as the norse gods like sam does but has just decided the universe is weird an i don't actually give a shit unless it directly affects me/the people i care about

in valhalla still does the more somber holidays like lent and good friday but thats mainly so its not 100 all the time and she enjoys the self reflection that comes with fasting and prayer even if she doesn't believe in an omnipotent, omnibenevolent, omnipresent deity

when she's out in the mortal world she goes to mass occasionally but its more nostalgia than belief and the thing is she keeps showing up at the same catholic church occasionally in boston since the early seventies that the priest is convinced she's a spirit of some kind of a ghost

like thats a whole conspiracy theory

she keeps her rosary beads that she was given by her grandmother at her first communion on her when she's not on a mission or in battle and its one of her most treasured items

MAGNUS TIME

magnus raised by frederick

so frederick in his heteronormitive ways decided the best way to not end up with a surprise child was to date a dude

who happens to be a god

so then he ends up with our boy who's raised well but its frederick so

and then helen comes along shortly after that bobby and matthew

she doesn't treat magnus as badly as annabeth bc there aren't any spiders but its not great regardless

so he runs away and they get with thalia and luke and then to camp

he's never claimed but is assumed to probably be a son of apollo, asceplius or like demeter since frederick never even talks about his other parent

he gets a lot more in control of his powers than he is in canon amd is better at growing stuff

spends most of his time in the strawberry fields or the infirmary

his weapon is a knife because be finds swords difficult but can use one in a pinch

kinda can do his peace of frey thing in capture the flag and gets better but still passes out a lot of the time because he's like seven

moves back with his dad two years before tlt but fuck helen and fuck frederick treat your kids properly

does get along with bobby and matthew but also is like jealous that they get loved and not just tolerated

he doesn't blame them for that though

so they go back to camp

magbus used to be quite close with luke but starts getting a bad feeling from him and demigod dreams so he starts pulling away unconsciously and then deliberately

then tlt

magnus and percy get on quite well

they're friends before percy and annabeth are

and magnus helps percy deal with his mom

he and annabeth have a fight becauss of this because she wants him to side with him after percy gets claimed and magnus is like no ♥️

they make up after the quest and go home for the school year

magnus doesn't return the next summer but goes and stays with his aunt natalie and her wife and they treat magnus like their own and he tells them about frederick so he ends up staying there all the time

he's overjoyed to reunite with thalia and she's really proud of how good he's gotten at everything

he living with his dad again and bobby and matthew worship him. especially after he healed matthew's scraped knee super easily

ends up in the final battle of the titans curse but doesn't go to olympus bc the gods freak him out (understandably they're weird)

saves a couple of lives in the battle of the labyrinth but nearly dies from overpowering himself

then he goes home and a wolf kills his dad

he gets on better with helen at this point but needs a new start after losing his dad so he moves in with natalie again

the three of them go hiking a lot and she teaches him all he has to know about living outside which helps him with his occasional asthma attacks (doesn't get them much at camp because he's in nature but they start coming back when he went home)

natalie's wife is really nice and persuades magnus to try therapy but he can't exactly say what happened to him because its demigod stuff but he does start recovering from having his father brutally murdered in front of him

there's two homeless guys outside his building, a tall one during the day and a short one at night

he misses the battle of manhattan entirely because he broke his legs the week before and natalie wouldn't let him go even though he begged her

he does win a good amount of bet money from percabeth getting together

goes to camp over the winter and goes with annabeth when she's looking for percy

kinda still pissed he's not been claimed yet since he's over thirteen

but it's more that the hermes cabin still kinda sucks than he feels abandoned

he has a kinda flirtation with jason before he goes on his quest

the scene with annabeth in cabin one is now magnus and jason

but he goes back to boston before they get back

but jason gets magnus' address off annabeth so they write to eachother and magnus is essentially jasons's bi awakening

he does not go back to camp that summer but after he does visit jason and piper (they're friends fight me) in california after seeing helen and his brothers

then in january he dies but does give a better fight

more prepared than canon magus but still himbo energy

isn't tempted for himself to get his dad back but rather his brothers but doesn't fall for it

gunilla doesn't die

this isn't really relevant i just wanted it there okay

then he reunites with natalie and her wife who i should probably name and they have a nice time

so now he has four dads and two moms

good for him

still falls in love with alex the second he sees her

a mood

natalie gives him the advice to not make him a total dumbass in front of her

it doesn't work

they bond less over being homeless and more about their relationships in their family

everything else is pretty much the same though

alls well that ends well:)

[lanamemories]

strides in thru a bead curtain swirling a martini glass n accidentally sloshing it onto my own toes without noticing........ Hlo. my name’s nai n i’m 23 (:/ only jst turned it on the 23rd october n frankly i’m nt used to it yet i feel like rose frm the titanic, 84 n withered) frm manchester in the uk. jst gna go ahead n dive right in bt. OH u can find her pinterest here. ok bye

BRIDGET SATTERLEE / CIS-FEMALE. — lana jameson is really making a name for themselves as a sheep. i think that she is studying dance in their junior year at lockwood, living in alpha nu. originally from albany, NY, lana is known to be vivacious & alluring, but can also be childish & impulsive. — nai / 23 / gmt / she/her.

aesthetics: scalding your fingers in shower water until they glow like rudolph’s nose, cherry red gym socks tugged high and nothing else, stepping out into a cold breeze in just spaghetti strapped silk, a red lightening stripe painted over your eye like a new take on the scarlet letter, crowning each finger with a miniature raspberry, hugging a knee close to lick a stripe of fruit juice off the bruised cap, doodling penises in condensation instead of sitting still, a water pistol topped with rum and covered in glittery pin-up stickers, believable smiles that feel more like baring teeth, playing where’s waldo with your lipstick in the crowd of a party and finding red smudges on at least six people’s mouths, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’, prancing around in your underwear to a vinyl record with the curtains open.

BACKGROUND:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. i picture it w dark oak floors n lots of light furniture. albums framed on walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like... a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i described it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as big as it was unloved”

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him. jst a leetle bit Fractured in its intentions.

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much... grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of... b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast n it was just. a very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst... didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt... quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like.... she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of... drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her sandwiches (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents including a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably........ completely blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in and out of hospital twice nw n he’s currently dipped off the radar after starting to use. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her. she doesn’t talk abt this tho. when she feels the urge to cry she usually jst smiles

ANYWAY whew tht rly.... took a dark turn there..... chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (v penny lane-esque in some aspects aka lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably very pretty

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex (she’d only rly done foreplay before tho) but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr a quick fuck jst for the thrill even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of... almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

(violence tw) a mre recent point of history is her involvement w danny nielsen (an evil npc of mine who is possibly the antichrist??? pending investigation). he attended lockwood n lived in a house w a group of other guys. it wsn’t a registered frat bt he essentially...ran it like one it ws kind of a weird set-up where he ws the King Of The Roost. essentially he found out tht lana n zeke van doren (full name it’s official business Babey) slept together n he ended up beating him to near death in front of her bc his pride ws rly bruised since they were meant to be dating (if u can call it tht bc danny’s idea of dating is very Warped). danny gt arrested n the trial is approaching n it’s jst....a whole intense mess...... n he’s quite evil. she hs a restraining order against him while he’s out on bail b4 the trial n he got suspended frm lockwood n it ws jst. a whole dramatic thing....tht ws prob heard abt around campus

PERSONALITY:

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once. she has this magnetic way abt her tht is kind of hard to find in real life. it’s something ud only rly expect out of a movie character n she like. deliberately puts tht on sort of. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand stories tht always earn a laugh or a gasp over how ridiculously absurd they r

uncontrollably flirty. boundlessly confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n her comedy is sometimes surreal / absurd. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n has a smile brighter than a ray of texas sunshine. always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops. she adores david bowie n prince n madonna n anyone tht’s a vintage style icon w little care fr what ppl think. daisies n poppies r her fav flowers bc daisies r wild n overlooked n poppies r the first thing u look at in a green field. she’s had like 8472493874 ‘relationships’ n none of them hav lasted beyond a month / hav been terrible / hav seen her being treated badly / she’s cheated on them. i dnt think she’s actually been w anyone she hasn’t cheated on in some form or another

PLOTS

exes tht lana’s fucked over hideously. she’d probably cheat a lot and it’d be a whole…mess. mayb someone tht flipped the switch and cheated on her? a cousin plot cld b fun too. a friend tht lana fel out w bc she slept w their significant other. someone tht’s getting lana into drugs?? she’s kind of impressionable/down for anything so tht’s a likely scenario she’d get into tbh. an unrequited crush!! (either way is cool). someone tht is just hanging out w her/using her bc she has a lot of instagram followers or they want to b signed to her dad’s label. someone in a band!! she’d probably make like penny lane n b their groupie/sleep w them all fgjkshgkh. umm a good influence too mayb? oh and a past summer romance/fling tht cld either have meant a lot or not have meant anything at all. bonus points if both of them hav a diff viewpoint on it. honestly?? anything is fine i cld ramble for days. mayb even one of the high profile kids she grew up hangin w idk. worlds our oyster fellas!

[comicteaparty]

November 20th-November 26th, 2019 Reader Favorites Archive

The archive for the Reader Favorites chat that occurred from November 20th, 2019 to November 26th, 2019.  The chat focused on the following question:

What main character do you relate to the most?  How relatable does a main character have to be for you to like them?

Capitania do Azar

You know, relatable is simultaneously a very strong and very week word to describe how I see main characters. Sometimes, the MCs I like the most are those I can't relate to in any way, when their actions are so out there and wild that I cannot for the life of me seeing myself doing (regardless of weather I understand their motivations or not). I tend to find secondary characters much more easier to relate to, since they're not so much under the spotlight and get to have personalities that are often less directly connected to the plot, and creators get to have more freedom. That said, on the top of my head, one of my favorite protagonists is Trigger, from Ghost Junk Sickness, https://www.ghostjunksickness.com/, who I cannot, for the life of me, relate to, but whose horrible decisions I find absolutely amusing.

Now, for side characters who I can definitely relate to, I'm gonna go with Aaron from XIIComic, https://xiicomic.com/magic-and-muses/, because that one was love at first sight, eheh(edited)

FeatherNotes

I agree with @Capitania do Azar-- For me, main characters are the ones who would be written with the themes, and the backstory that make them unique enough for a singular experience so i would often find it most difficult to 'fully relate' to them. That said, characters don't have to be very much relatable at all for me to like them , and that most MCs with flaws that are beyond me are who i mainly like bc of their potential complexity! Secondary characters are my go to's, and i relate to them much more quickly! With that said, i def have vibes with Sanna and Dizzy from Startrip http://www.startripcomic.com/cast

Phin (Heirs of the Veil)

I rarely find main characters "relatable", but if they are well-written enough I can like and root for them no matter if I think they are relatable to me personally enough. @Capitania do Azar and @FeatherNotes made really good point as to why this is the case. Anyways a character I still really relate to is Rafael from Superpose (https://superposecomic.com/). Painful gender feelings, people being dismissive of ones gender, the overall feeling of being stuck and not knowing what the future will bring really speaks to me, so reading Superpose I got especially invested. Another character would be Nikita from O Sarilho (http://sarilho.net/en/) and he's very interesting to me because there is a lot about him that feels deeply relatable and familiar but then so many things that are absolutely alienating. I think that makes him an especially alluring character to me.

Cronaj

I agree with the everyone else. I don't really need to relate to a main character to like them. In fact, I just realized on my search through the webcomics I read/enjoy that I don't relate to pretty much ANY of the characters. This might have to do partly with the fact that I read a lot of fantasy, sci-fi, and historical comics, so the issues the characters face are very different than the ones I personally face. That being said, there is one comic where I relate to one of the main characters so much, I actually cried. This is the character Taesoo from the webtoon The Lady and Her Butler. (https://www.lezhin.com/en/comic/ladyandbutler) He is a struggling artist with low self-confidence and the after-effects of a bad relationship with someone who didn't appreciate him. His scars from this situation have remained with him and made it difficult for him to love again. I know this sounds like something straight from a drama, but this legitimately happened to me. (On a side note, I relate to my own characters, but that's because I subconsciously created characters a lot like myself.)

Cap’n Lee (Flowerlark Studios)

Like others have said above me, I don’t really need to relate to a main character to like them. If they’re well written and receive good development, I’ll probably like them on some level. I do tend to gravitate more towards roguish and morally ambiguous characters, and my favourite is usually an outrageous villain. As for my own characters, I put a bit of myself in all of them, but probably none more so than Anor from Children of Shadow. I hadn’t meant to mirror so much of myself in him, but my characters tend to act and grow independently of me. He struggles with depression, PTSD, feelings of isolation, and has a similar queer experience / identity as me. He isn’t me, however, and differs in a lot of ways, too. But I can identify with him probably more than any other character I’ve written.(edited)

Batichi

I feel kinda narcissistic saying so, but the character I do relate to is my own protagonist, mainly because the point of the character was to have one that was more like me I guess. Low energy, unable to feel like they progress, never knowing if points of trauma are growing or hindering being a full person. I never intended a 'full insert' but a lot of their personal journey I feel gets pulled out of my own head since it's where I can pull from. I don't know if that counts or not xD I don't need a character to be relatable for me to be interested in them, but I do need to understand them. 'Defined' feels like too broad of an answer, but when I can be interested in both heart of gold protagonists and drug dealing warlords that's the best I can come up with.

spacerocketbunny

I may not need a character to be relatable to like them but it definitely does make me soft when I can. I think a character I can relate to would be Satinder from Shaderunners http://shaderunners.com/ I think she's a lot more outgoing than me and generally just more jovial and sweet but I relate to her struggle with her relationship with Ivo the most. Pining for someone who doesn't want to settle and just wants to move on bigger and better feels pretty real to me! Other than that I'd say Vic from Inhibit http://www.inhibitcomic.com/ while again I don't relate to his personality or much of his situation, I feel for his struggles SO MUCH. Stuck in that awkward, can't do anything right and just exists in the mediocrity of his situation just gets me all the time.

eli [a winged tale]

I think I relate with main characters who are competent in their own way but FLAWED, and are shown in the story to be facing a struggle. They may not have to make the right decisions or be the most clever, but their reasons are justified (via history, development, relationships). So ultimately it really comes down to the creator’s execution. I’ve been thinking about this question for a while and I think the best example is liking Kushana more than Nausicaa in Miyazaki’s graphic novel (you’ve watched the film, now go read the epic graphic novel!). She is presented as an antihero and a foil to Nausicaa and we see her struggle against how she was raised to the ideal way of dealing with the world presented as a possibility. Edith is also one where you see her being put together on the surface, but hiding deep insecurities inside. Yet she continues to grow, face her fears and maybe make the mistake of being on the wrong ship I jest, but working hard to solve her problems. I find static, good influence characters to be a little bit harder to relate to but if the story is good, I can invest in it.

GGY

Most of my characters stem from small pieces of my personality and experiences. Some of those personalties are exaggerated a bit to drive the plot and explain a few things going on with the characters. I don't have to relate to a character to like them but it is always interesting to see that side of a character that the other characters don't get to see as often or its not apparent. Not that the character is leading a double life or anything but that there are reasons why characters act the way they do and those reasons are either presented in a back story or from that character's perspective of the world. Anyways if I had to bottle it down to one character I think I relate a lot to would be one of my main characters Bridget Killigan of Over 8 Miles mainly because she runs by her own logic of how things go wether or not they are wrong. However this is only because of the result of circumstance, which I can relate to all too well XD(edited)

DanitheCarutor

I don't pay attention to relatability when reading a comic? Like I have no idea what characters I can relation to outside of my own since mine were sorta made to vent my experiences and issues. It's like gender and sexuality, as important as those details can be, I don't actually notice those things unless they're blatantly pointed out. Given that, not a whole lot of people can relate to me personally (I'm a weird person with weird opinions and views), so relatability in characters isn't totally possible and isn't important. Sometimes they can relate in life experiences, or a mood, but that's about it. Character(s) who are fleshed out, growing, and/or who are interesting is what matters most. So I guess I'm kinda parroting what other people have already said.

AntiBunny

Relatable? That's a bit of a tough one. I can care about a character without relating to them. In fact to answer last week's question, having characters I can care about is probably the most important thing to hook me into a webcomic. But relating to a character is different than caring about them. I would at one time say Riff and Torg from Sluggy Freelance, a couple of irresponsible guys getting into hijinks, but I've changed as a person over the years.

I suppose the most relatable character, might be Rhea from Slightly Damned. I say that because she's the one who has to be the responsible one now. She's the oldest of the 3 main characters, but still basically a kid herself. She has to protect and guide these two oddball teenagers, even though she's not even sure of her own place in the world.

I guess as you get older, people start looking to you as a protector, and as a guide, even though you still very much feel like a child wearing an adult suit. So Rhea is someone I can relate to in that regard. She's from http://sdamned.com/

Akreampuff

Sometimes I find I relate to elements of a character - Like when they comment or express an opinion on something - But having a character resonate with me isn't something that really happens often. I can't remember the last time it did. For me to like a character though, they just have to not be a shitty person. Flaws are fine - Flaws are great - But if they are just a horrible person or a flat bleh character then I lose interest very quickly.

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Karkat Vantas

RebelVampire

One character I relate to immensely off the top of my head is Shy from Radio Silence http://www.radiosilencecomic.com/ There have been a lot of moments in that comic, especially related to social anxiety, where I have cringed super hard along with Shy because I knew exactly what it was like to feel what he was feeling. It actually makes the comic difficult for me on occasion just cause it brings flashbacks. In terms of the second part, that's a difficult question. I feel like it's super easy to relate to at least small portions of every main character, since people are complex and have a million different sides to them. So, for me at least, I can always find at least a little something I can relate to. But overall, that usually doesn't determine if I like them or not. I'm more concerned about whether I'm invested in their goals and want to see them succeed or suffer for their pursuit of those goals. To me that's what makes a character likeable. So in the end, it's not a question of how much, since I'll always relate in some way. It's just also not important.

[queercullenclan]

Can I get some what Jasper and Emm do for fun hc?

Hell yes you can!! I know I write about them being soft a lot but it’s because I’m emo and these boys are deeply in love. But!!! They’re still country hicks and pure and utter dumbasses just together so the chaos is multiplied.

They fucking love mudding. Sometimes they go in the Jeep, but other times they just fucking run full speed and try and create the huge splashes that way. It’s a constant competition. Rainy forests are one big playground for them.

They do their damnedest to convince the people of small towns that there are cryptids nearby. Their favorite times are when they run into ghost hunting teams. A mini-series on the Jersey Devil airs and it’s just Emmet and Jasper running past the crews and making different noises, and holding in their laughter till they get far enough away.

Ok so this is really specific, but if you’ve got an old tractor tire, you can basically tuck yourself up in there, and send in rolling down a hill and it’s so ridiculously fun. They do this but like, down mountains. This has also been relegated to a storm only activity.

They keep up on new southern slang just to confuse the shit out of the rest of the family. The problem is they can’t help themselves, and if they start calling things all cattywampus and telling Edward he don’t know shit from shinola they can not stop. They put on the most ridiculous twang when they do this.

On that note, these boys fucking love a good country jam. They love the good shit, and when they’re alone they’ll dance to it, but if they’ve got the company you bet your ass it’s all Red Solo Cup and Chicken Fried. If one sand ‘take me home, country roads’ in a crowd, no way on gods green earth is the other not calling back 'to the place i belong’ they fucking scream out 'WEST VIRGINA MOUNTAIN MAMA’ And Carlisle considers suggesting they go off on their own as newlyweds for a hot minute.

These boys own four wheelers, and will just race them down the street. They often get tickets. When asked why they wouldn’t just run, which is faster and less likely to get them caught, they shrug their shoulders because they know ’ not as fun’ is not the answer that they’re looking for right now.

They play tons of video games together. Anything, any console they get their hands on. Emmett cheats alot by distracting Jasper with some kisses. They got into a ridiculously heated fight about Cooking Mama once.

Sometimes the Cullens can get away with staying in the south for a little while. Never as long as they can stay in a place up North, because the sun loves to shine below the mason dixon, so it’s usually for a few months. Emmett and Jasper stay behind for a week now and then, and just go around fucking destroying Confederate monuments. Maybe not so much fun as it is cathartic for Jasper, but you tell Emmett to destroy a shitty statue to help his boyfriend with his past? What is he gonna do? Say no? There’s no way the rest of the family hasn’t caught on by now, but they always make sure it’s not drawing attention to themselves.

Emmett loves being in a relationship with Jasper for a lot of reasons, one of them being it means he has a default partner to get up to nonsense with. They laugh a lot, and can entertain themselves for months.

They saw Michael Phelps was gonna race a great white and they immediately just shared that look while Edward sighed. They get Rose to be the judge and try to get some parameters to give the shark a far chance.

They’ll quote vines at each other all fucking day. And spend way too long learning different dances. There isn’t a fortnite dance they can’t do. They spent a week straight trying to teach Esme the soulja boy and were so fucking pleased with themselves when they got it. Esme was just happy to be having this much fun with her sons.

They’ll text memes to each other while sitting next to each other, then watch for the reaction.

Jasper loves romcoms. He’ll shut him and Emmett away for days just to binge them. Emmett, a sap, will recreate some of his favorite scenes from them. His all-time favorite was the kiss at the end of Bridget Jone’s diary, leopard underwear and everything.

It’s teetering on soft again I’m definitely gonna write a list of what some of my headcanons about them dating are soon bc wow i love them

[kuronekonerochan]

May I RANT?!

Emma is the light fun one. Persuasion is the angsty one about yearning and heartbreak and the slow crushing of one's soul. The one about regret and redemption and forgiveness. The polar opposite to Lydia's story in p&p.

 And Anne wasn't cast badly, Dakota Johnson could be that ghost of a woman. But nooooooooooo, make her an even quirkier Lizzie. And make Wentworth, the manliest, most no nonsense of Austen dudes (I am not talking about the dude from Sense and Sensibility bc he had pathetic meow meow energy tho he was an older captain lol) look like the blandest piece of white bread on toast you wouldn't trust to be a stable boy much less a captain (seriously...he looks like he may throw up at any time and he's not even at sea).

The ONE TIME they should make unquirky, heavy on angst Austen and they fail me!

I have been picturing Anne as someone with about as much joi de vivre as the lead from the handmaid's tale in the beginning of that show (minus the whole yukiness of those dramatic circumstances ofc)! But exactly that look physically: pale, zombified, quiet, circulating on promenades with others of the gent just bc it is expected of her and while inside the household being meek, performing her tasks and making snarky remarks in her head while the other inhabitants do their shit.

When I watch this trailer I'm like...clearly the person behind this saw clueless, the diary of Bridget Jones and maybe read Emma and then told the actors to read the script with the lines from Persuasion which they themselves never read while they put together the whole production part for another emma. And then the actors started reading some parts of the dialogue they went "what the fuck...what's that depressing shit?"...." Actors:...The lines according to the original book?" Director" Yeah, no, we're gonna change that..." That fucking worse than ex...friends line...I remember that was NOT how it went at all.

Okay, I just saw another post on my dash and I was right, that really was not the original quote and what they did to it was criminal.

The best thing I have to say about Netflix' Persuasion and its trailer is that the bunny is very cute.

This rather peculiar take on Anne I could live with, but there is no way in hell that anybody is going to convince me that Cosmo Jarvis makes for a convincing well-respected Naval officer. Or, in fact, for any kind of Austenian gentleman at all, much less one with Wentworth qualities.

Oh well. I guess Fire Island it is for my Jane Austen fix of 2022!

[mcckings-a]

MUN  ABCS !

TAGGED  BY :    @deathresistant​ TAGGING :     all  of  you.​

A    —    AGE :     22. B    —    BIRTHPLACE :     castlegar, canada. C    —    CURRENT  TIME :     12:44am. D    —    DRINK  YOU  HAD  LAST :     gin + pomegranate juice. E    —    EASIEST  PERSON ( S )  TO  TALK  TO :     katie, bridget, jade, avery, tj and my momma. F    —    FAVOURITE  SONG ( S ) :     bagbak - vince staples. G    —    GHOSTS ;    ARE  THEY  REAL ?     absolutely. H    —    HORROR  YES ,   OR  HORROR  NO ?     i think the fuck not. I    —    IN  LOVE  ?     with katie?? absolutely. J    —    JEALOUS  OF  PEOPLE ?     sometimes. K    —    KILLED  SOMEONE ?     i’ve thought about it. L    —    LOVE  AT  FIRST  SIGHT ,   OR  SHOULD  I  WALK  BY  AGAIN ?     walk by again, but keep walking bc i love 2 watch u leave. M    —    MIDDLE  NAME ( S ) :     nicole. N    —    NUMBER  OF  SIBLINGS :     one  sister. O    —    ONE  WISH :     smaller boobs. P    —    PERSON  YOU  LAST  CALLED   /   TEXTED :     my momma. Q    —    QUESTION  YOU’RE  ALWAYS  ASKED :     “ are  you filipino??? ” R    —    REASONS  TO  SMILE :     the ‘attack of the umbrellas’ vine. S    —    SONG  YOU  SANG  LAST :     nice for what   -   drake. T    —    TOP  THREE  FICTIONAL  CHARACTERS :     bobbi morse, shuri, olivia pope. U    —    UNDERWEAR  COLOUR :     blue. V    —    VACATION :     pacifica! W    —    WHEN’S  YOUR  BIRTHDAY ?     february  23rd. X    —    X - RAYS :     teeth / hips / shoulder. Y    —    YOUR  FAVOURITE  FOOD :     spaghetti! Z    —    ZODIAC  SIGN :     pisces.

[daechwitatamic]

Chapter 7: Conflicted || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon)

Title: What Was Hidden (Masterpost)

Rating: explicit, minors DNI pls

Genre: college!au, angst, eventual smut, strangers -> friends -> lovers -> idiots -> lovers

Pairings: Taehyung x female reader, MYG x OC

Summary:  This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You’re assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg’s The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there’s a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one’s “true self” versus one’s “shown self”, darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

//

In which you get really in your head and you can't get back out.

Chapter Warnings: language, drinking, kissing, mentions of - gasp - an erection, oc is kind of inexperienced and def getting in her head too much, more bad rap lyrics i'm gonna apologize for these every time

Word Count: 6k

Note: Yoongi's lyrics to Lion's Paw were inspired by a poem called "Noah's Nameless Wife Takes Inventory". I wanted to hyperlink to it, but last time I tried that (lookin at u, chapter 5) it broke the chapter bc tumblr is the worst platform on the planet. So if you're interested in a poem that makes me shout a lot, pls type that title into a search engine!

I saw the sun and thought I saw what was hidden The Ghost Sonata | Scene III August Strindberg

Chapter 7: Conflicted

Thursday, November 29th

When Thursday night comes, you power through your hour with Becky, eager to see Taehyung sling his bag onto the back of his chair as you’ve gotten used to. You get your wish soon enough, and he greets you with a bright smile as he takes his seat across from you. You spend close to sixty minutes kicking him gently under the table every time you see his eyelids droop.

“Chekhov sucks,” he tells you during minute fifty-seven.

“How dare you?” you gasp, only partly kidding. 

Taehyung tosses his copy of The Cherry Orchard into his bag. He looks at you out of the corner of his eyes, up to something. 

“Come over,” he suggests when he straightens back up. “Come back to the house with me.”

“What for?” you ask, a little surprised. The girls weren’t planning Thirsty Thursday yet, Bridget would have texted you.

He smiles at your question. “I don’t know. Anything? Watch tv? Order food? Talk about something from this century?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Are you just trying to hook up?” 

You haven’t so much as hugged since the night at the trail, and you’re not sure your question has a correct answer.

“You and the bluntness!” he protests. “It’s impossible for a guy to be smooth with you!”

“I don’t want smooth,” you tell him. “I want to know what I’m walking into.”

Taehyung laughs again, but you catch a lick of exasperation in it. “I mean,” he says, opening his hands before you as a sign of transparency, “I’m certainly not opposed to that happening, but I do want to just spend time together.”

You twist your mouth to the side, considering. “Is ordering food a promise?” you ask finally.

He shrugs. “Unless someone cooked already.”

You lift your bag onto your shoulder. “Okay, then,” you say, fighting back a smile. “As long as I get food.”

Taehyung opens the door for you - sweet of him - and you walk through the dark parking lot towards his silver car. The lights glow orange above you, creating circles of light here and there across the pavement. There’s still snow piled up where it was plowed to the edges of the lot, and you keep an eye on the ground for any frozen spots. What you don’t need right now is to bust your ass in front of a cute boy.

Back at the house, it’s immediately clear that you won’t be ordering food - the smell hits you the second the front door opens.

“Who’s in my house?” someone - Jin, you think - calls from the kitchen.

“Murderers,” Taehyung calls back. “Is there enough food for me and Y/N?”

Jin sticks his head into the living room. “Hi, Y/N,” he says. “Just you? No roomies?”

“Kiko’s not already here?” you ask, honestly surprised. Taehyung leads you back to the kitchen and starts rummaging in a cabinet. Jin returns to the stove, stirring a pot of something that smells insanely good. He looks at you over his shoulder as you lean against the doorframe.

“No,” he tells you. “Haven’t seen her since Monday, maybe?”

“Weird,” you say, and turn your attention to Taehyung’s ass. You don’t mean to - he’s bending over to get something out of the fridge, and it’s right there in your face. What are you supposed to do, not notice?

“Do you like beer?” he asks you, voice muffled as most of his body is somehow inside the fridge.

“Yeah, but I’m picky,” you tell him, and mention your favorite kind.

“The one that always comes with an orange slice?” he laughs, coming out of the fridge with a bottle in his hand. “We don’t have those, but I’ll make sure we get some.”

“Oh,” you say, feeling suddenly uncomfortable, “you don’t have to do that -.”

He cuts you off, looking at you flatly. “Y/N, I’m offering to get beer that you like for when you come hang out,” he says. “I didn’t offer to knock down a wall and build you a walk-in closet. Relax.”

“You’re embarrassing her,” Jin sing-songs under his breath, not turning away from the stovetop.

“If I want relationship advice, I’ll fucking ask for it,” Taehyung tells him, lifting a foot to nudge Jin’s butt in protest. You bite back the impulse to contest his use of the word relationship.

“Your funeral,” Jin says, spooning dinner into the empty bowls Taehyung had placed on the counter for the two of you. Taehyung opens the bottle in his hand and reaches to pass it to you.

“Try this one,” he says. “If you don’t like it, I’ll finish it.”

He takes the bowls of food and leads you back into the living room, setting the food down on the coffee table, and then looking up at you for a verdict on the beer.

“It’s fine,” you tell him, coming in to join him on the couch. “I can finish it.”

As you come around the couch, you see Jimin sprawled out on the other one. He waves at you as you gingerly sit next to Taehyung. Jin joins you three a minute later, his own steaming bowl in his hands.

The boys put on some dumbass wilderness survival show, but they hardly watch it. They continue to chat and pick on one another and crack jokes. You relax into the sofa, silently working on your dinner, letting the conversation flow around you. It strikes you that they really feel like a family, reminding you of your own older brothers.

About halfway through the show, Jungkook comes through the front door. “Hey,” he tells the room. He sniffs. “There’s food?”

He disappears into the kitchen, then breezes back through and up the stairs to his room. After a few minutes, Jin excuses himself and goes upstairs too. Jimin and Taehyung exchange a look you can’t decipher. Jimin changes the subject, asking you about Professor Watanabe’s class, which he shares with Taehyung.

Jungkook returns after a while, a textbook in his hand, and makes himself comfortable on the floor, uncapping a highlighter. You lean against Taehyung’s side as you both scroll on your phones, occasionally turning your screens to share funny videos or memes. Jimin’s phone buzzes and he rises, grabbing a coat from a hanger on the wall and calling goodbye over his shoulder. Now It’s Taehyung and Jungkook who share a look. 

You hope that if you spend more time here, you’ll feel less like an outsider. 

Taehyung glances at you after Jimin’s been gone for a while. “Want to go watch something upstairs? So we don’t disrupt Jungkook’s studying?”

“You’re not disrupting me,” Jungkook murmurs, not lifting his eyes from the page, missing it completely when Taehyung gives him the dirty look equivalent of a swift kick under a table.

You humor him and agree, following him across the living room. On the stairs, he pauses and reaches for your hand, not turning to look, trusting you to take it.

Eurydice, you think, taking his hand. It’s cool and sure in yours, giving you a tiny squeeze as you climb.

You’re nervous as soon as he closes the door, and the second you recognize that you’re nervous it makes you mad at your dumb brain. But you know what logically comes next, and… well… you’ve only ever been with Davis.

You like Taehyung, and you’re more than attracted to him, and you’ve been thinking about that kiss for over a week. But fooling around with literally anyone but Davis just isn’t something you’re used to doing. It’s new, and it feels scary.

Taehyung logs into his computer, oblivious to your small inner meltdown, and pulls up reruns of a sitcom you both like. You get comfy against his pillows and he reaches an arm around you, pulling you close. He smells good, and his presence is warm and comforting, and he’s been making you laugh all night- it makes you want to give in, want to throw down every defense you have and just fall.

‘Take it easy,’ something tells you. ‘Go slowly. Go carefully.’

Hadn’t you been doing that? You think of the handful of guys you dated over the summer - they’d all made it two dates max before you were over it. How had Taehyung managed to sneak past your walls to make it even this far? Was it the deep conversations you’d had during tutoring? The way his sense of humor was either perfectly nonsensical and absurd or else somehow kind of sly? Was it just attraction? Was it the way he made you feel seen when you hadn’t even known someone was looking?

You don’t know.

You don’t know if it matters.

You really like him, maybe more than you even liked Davis in the beginning, and it’s fucking terrifying. 

You realize he’s looking at you, not the screen.

“You okay?” he asks slowly, reaching to pause the show.

You want to tell him. You want to explain that you’re kind of freaking out. You want him to know that it isn’t even about him and that you definitely want him. 

You can’t find the words. You don’t want to pick the wrong ones. Instead, you lift one hand, letting him see the tremor as your hands shake ever so slightly with adrenaline and nerves.

His brow furrows and he pushes the laptop off of his legs immediately, turning to face you.

“Hey,” he says gently. “What is it?”

“I think I just got nervous,” you admit in almost a whisper. “I don’t… do this.” You wave your hands at the situation - the two of you on his bed - to clarify.

He looks instantly alarmed. “I didn’t -?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you interrupt his question, wanting to reassure him as quickly as possible. “I just - I’m sorry. I just have never done this… casually.”

His eyes are so steady on yours. “Let’s just - if it’s okay- let’s just do this tonight; let’s just hang out.” He manages to make it sound like both a suggestion and a decision. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, feeling - for some reason - horribly guilty, like you’d made a promise you couldn’t keep. You feel very sure that you’re actively ruining a good thing.

“Y/N?” he says, and you look back up at him. “For what it’s worth… this is only as casual as you want it to be.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you say nothing, lowering your eyes again.

“Okay,” you say, again. You can feel him watching you, as if you are a puzzle he’s trying to work out.

Maybe you are. Maybe he is.

He puts the show back on, but it's only a few minutes later that he’s looking at you again - not the screen.

“What?” you laugh.

“What do you think is up with Yoongi and Kiko?” he asks. “She practically lived here for a few weeks and now… nothing?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. Could be because exams are coming up?” you say. “She hasn’t said anything, but that’s normal. I’ll see if I can get some intel out of her. Kiko’s not very… forthcoming about her love life.”

“Yoongi isn’t forthcoming about anything,” Taehyung muses with a frown. “Unless he’s writing lyrics, then he’ll just tell you anything.”

This makes you laugh, thinking of Yoongi’s personal lyrics in Sirens. 

You get sucked back into the show, relaxing more fully now that you’re out of your head. Eventually, you look at the time on your phone and realize how late it is.

“You should probably drive me back soon,” you murmur sleepily. You have one arm slung over his middle, and you’re so warm and comfortable that you could probably just close your eyes and be asleep. The idea of going out into the cold right now seems particularly terrible.

Taehyung looks down at you, curled against his side. “You wanna just stay?” he asks, his low voice rumbling in his chest under your hand.

“My first class is at 9:30,” you tell him. “We’d have to leave stupid early.”

“I’m up stupid early on Fridays anyway,” he tells you with a little smile. “I’d rather get up stupid early with you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” you tell him through a yawn. You fish for your phone and send a text to Bridget and Kiko - “won’t be home tonight. don’t miss me too much!” 

Bridget taps back a “!!”. Kiko doesn’t answer.

Taehyung gets up to get ready for bed, and you scavenge in his chest of drawers for clothes to sleep in. When he breezes in, you take your turn in the bathroom, changing and giving your mouth a quick fingertip-of-toothpaste “brushing”. When you return to Taehyung’s room, he’s got the lights out and his face is illuminated blue by his phone screen. You close the door behind you and make your way over.

You haven’t spent the night with a guy since Davis, either, but this doesn’t feel scary, it feels normal. You slide under the blankets beside him, getting comfortable. 

“Is it okay if I -?” he asks, lifting his arm to mime putting it over your stomach. “I usually sleep holding a pillow.”

Damn, that’s cute, you think. “It’s fine,” you assure him.

You whisper goodnight, and Taehyung gives your middle a little squeeze. As you settle in, silent in the dark room, you get a familiar feeling; it feels like when you’re at the dorm and you go into Fortress Mode, putting up a blanket wall to block the whole world out. Being here in the dark with Taehyung’s arm around you, you get the same sense that the rest of the world has fallen away and you’re safe. It feels calm.

It’s with that sense of peace that you finally fall asleep, your slow breaths in and out matching Taehyung’s behind you.

Friday, November 30th

You’re not sure what time it is when you wake. It’s still dark, and it doesn’t feel like you’ve been asleep for long.

Taehyung’s arm is no longer draped over you; he’s sleeping on his back, his head lolling to the other side. The white t-shirt he went to sleep in has twisted around him in his sleep, exposing a bit of flat tummy. Your fingers itch to touch it.

You lay facing him, considering, enjoying how nice this feels. You reach out and run your fingertips lightly up and down his arm. Goosebumps rise along his arms, and then he gives a happy, “Mmm,” before rolling over to face you, eyes barely open.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asks, voice breathy as he wakes up by degrees.

“I decided I’d rather be kissing you,” you whisper.

That makes him open his eyes. “Well by all means,” he murmurs, scooting closer.

He rests a hand against your jaw, brushing his thumb once against your cheek, pulling you in. His kiss, like last time, is languid. You feel like you could float away in it, like nothing exists beyond the points where your bodies touch, your awareness ending at his lips, his teeth, his tongue, his hand still tugging you closer.

Then the kiss turns insistent, demanding, and he’s groaning against your mouth as he moves his hand from where it was caressing your jaw and tangles in your hair instead. You press yourself against him, reveling in the solidness and warmth of his body against yours, your hands clutching fistfuls of his t-shirt. He rolls over top of you, holding himself up on his elbows, his hips pinning you in place. You slide your hands under the hem of his shirt and clutch at his back, heat radiating from the taut skin you find there, the area not cooled down after he’d slept on his back for hours.

He mirrors you, sliding a hand under your shirt, but he splays his hand across your side, fingers in-between ribs, his thumb just barely too far away to touch the underside of your breast. You half-breathe, half-moan, wishing he’d move his hand just an inch and it sets him off, because he holds you tighter, kisses you harder, and you can definitely feel him against your stomach. 

He pulls away, looking at you through the dark, and you both breathe heavily. He shifts to lay next to you again, squirming as he adjusts himself, and you let out a little giggle.

“Sorry,” you tease. 

“Don’t be,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around you. “But the alarm’s going off in an hour - we should try and get back to sleep.”

You burrow your face in his chest and breathe deeply. You haven’t felt this light and happy in… hell, close to a year. “I don’t like that you’re being logical right now,” you grumble and he laughs, reaching up to smooth down your hair.

“There’s plenty of time for more later,” he says, and then yawns. “Come back after your classes tonight?”

“Maybe,” you tell him coyly.

You already know you will.

–

Kiko and Bridget are waiting to ambush you the second you walk in the door at eight o’clock the next morning, Taehyung’s smell on your clothes and his taste in your mouth. They’re never up this early on Fridays; you’re positive this is orchestrated.

“How was your night?” Bridget asks brightly. You wish you had something to throw at her.

“Peaceful,” you tell her. “Now, I need to be in the shower in about ninety seconds, so whatever this is, make it fast.”

“Did you sleep with Taehyung?” Bridget asks, but at the same time, Kiko blurts - “Did you see Yoongi?”

You and Bridget both freeze.

“Answer her first,” Bridget instructs.

“I didn’t see him,” you tell her. “If he was home, he never came upstairs.”

“Okay,” she says quietly. 

“Did you guys…” you trail off, not wanting to say the words break up, “...fight?”

“No,” she says, eyes on the floor. “I don’t know what happened. He…” Her voice chokes up. “He just ghosted me completely. He hasn’t texted me since Monday.”

“Oh, Kiko,” you say, setting your phone down on your desk to free your hands. “Maybe it’s nothing? Maybe he got sick, or-?”

She shakes her head. “I should have known this is what would happen. He told me he never has serious girlfriends. I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” Bridget says sternly, the most serious you’ve ever heard her. “And I’m telling you, Kiko, something is going on. I’ve known Yoongi for years, he’s not an asshole. If he was just over it, he’d tell you. I’m serious.”

“Maybe,” Kiko allows, but you can tell she doesn’t believe it.

“Okay,” you say, glancing at the time, “I really need to get in the shower. Kiko, I love you. You’re amazing. If Yoongi doesn’t get that, then he’s a fucking idiot. Let’s all hang out tonight?”

“Yes,” Bridget says immediately. “Not taking ‘no’ for an answer, Kiko.”

–

[9:44 AM] You: hey i can’t hang tonight ☹️ i gotta do damage control bc of YOUR FRIEND Min Yoongi 😤 saturday???

[9:45 AM] Taehyung: ☹️ ☹️ ☹️  ok

[9:46 AM] Taehyung: haven’t seen him in like 2 days… maybe I should send Jimin down to check for signs of life?

–

[10:11 AM] Briiiiig: so……………. did u?

[10:11 AM] You: i hate you.

[10:12 AM] Briiiiig: soooo yes??????

[10:13 AM] You: slept, yes. no one got nakey.

[10:13 AM] Briiiiig: but y

[10:15 AM] You: i chickened out, i guess

[10:16 AM] Briiiiig: do u think u’d regret it?

[10:17 AM] You: i fully believe that i could never 🥺

[10:17 AM] Briiiiig: just rip the bandaid off then

[10:18 AM] Briiiiig: after the first time with someone new its not scary anymore

[10:19 AM] Briiiiig: and/or drink first 🍺

[10:19 AM] You: 😑

[10:20 AM] Briiiiig: bar tmrw nite????

[10:20 AM] You: saturday @ dark horse????? Yes.

Saturday, December 1

[4:44 PM] Kiko✌️: can i express how deeply i dont want to go to a bar tonight

[4:44 PM] You: i mean, i feel u, but whats the alternative?

[4:45 PM] You: sitting alone in the dorm feeling sad???

[4:45 PM] Kiko✌️: i WANT to sit alone in the dorm feeling sad

[4:46 PM] Kiko✌️: let me indulge in the wallowing!!!!!

[4:47 PM] You: no 🤗

[4:47 PM] You: come drink with us

[4:48 PM] Kiko✌️: i dont wanna talk to duuuuuuuuudes

[4:48 PM] You: me either

[4:48 PM] Kiko✌️: liar. last time i checked taehyung is a dude

[4:49 PM] Kiko✌️: or should i say last time YOU checked

[4:49 PM] You: wow rude

[4:52 PM] You: come with us 🥺 i’ll let u kick my butt at darts??

[4:53 PM] Kiko✌️: well now thats a compelling offer

–

[6:22 PM] You: we’re going to dark horse @ 11

[6:22 PM] You: if ur bored

[6:25 PM] Taehyung: …interesting

[6:25 PM] Taehyung: everyones cranky here

[6:28 PM] Taehyung: Yoongi….. cranky. Jin….. cranky. Jungkook…. possibly not cranky, but also not home rn

[6:29 PM] Taehyung: maybe me and jimin will escape

–

You let Kiko beat you at darts several times, as promised, but it would be a lie to say you’re focused. Instead, you keep your eyes on the entrance, looking for the mess of dark, fluffy hair.

You almost hit the floor when they - Taehyung and Jimin - push through the door. They showed up. Taehyung’s in all black, his pants sinfully tight, one silver hoop adorning one ear. You want to put your hands all over him. Fuck.

You temporarily leave Bridget and Kiko at the dart boards and make your way over to greet the guys. 

“Hi,” you smile, feeling shy.

“Hi,” he says back, smiling like he finds you hilarious. “Hobi - Hoseok - might join us later, I hope that’s okay.”

“The more the merrier,” you shrug. “We were playing darts, but maybe we should all try to find a table?”

You head back towards the girls, who are watching you with very different expressions: Bridget looks delighted, Kiko looks like she wants to lay on the floor and cease existing.

You ask Bridget to go help the guys find a spot, and you sit next to Kiko, leaning your head on her shoulder. 

“If you want to leave, you can leave,” you say. “I know it sucks to hang out with his friends.”

She gives a heavy sigh. “Thanks. It does suck. But I’m here already, I’ll stay. It’s fine.”

You look at her for a minute, feeling sure that it’s not really that ‘fine’. 

“I’ll stay,” she insists. “Let’s go order shots. I need, like, seven.”

“Three,” you tell her firmly. “I am limiting you to three. We don’t want a repeat of -.”

She glares at you sideways. “That was one time! Let it go!”

You laugh, taking her hand and leading her up to the bar, intent on ordering a tray of lemon drop shots. You lean over the bar, making eye contact with the bartender, who gives you an I see you, give me a second nod. While you wait, you glance over your shoulder. Across the crowded room, you can see Bridget smiling brightly as she seemingly sweet-talks her way into getting some guys to relinquish half of their table. Jimin helps them slide their glasses over to make room for yours. Taehyung stands behind them, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room until -.

Until they find yours. 

He smiles at you, a tiny, uneven smile like the two of you are sharing a secret. Jimin speaks to him then, and he tears his eyes away from you long enough to glance at his best friend, only to return his gaze to you as Jimin is still speaking. You smile back; you can’t help it.

“Quit being gross and help me carry these,” Kiko says, elbowing you as the bartender finishes filling the last shot glass. You load them all onto a tray and you help steer Kiko back to the table without bumping into anyone. 

At the table, you stand between Kiko and Bridget and pass around the little glasses. You all clink together your first shot before knocking them back, leaving the second round on the table for everyone to take at their own pace. 

You’re worried that the conversation will be rough for Kiko - all talk about the guys and what’s going on at the house - but Jimin starts a conversation about the upcoming holiday season.

“Have you ever gone to the festival in town?” he asks. “It opened today, it stays open all month.”

“I go every year,” Bridget says. “It’s the best.”

“What festival?” you ask.

Taehyung answers. “They close off a block along the park every December and deck it out with lights and shit for the holidays, and then vendor stalls open up along there with seasonal goods - fancy hot chocolate food trucks, handknit sweaters, stuff like that.”

“It’s fun at night,” Jimin says. “There’s usually live music, and there’s different food every night. Half of the proceeds go to charity - the children’s hospital, I think.”

“And, of course,” Taehyung adds, a teasing glint in his eyes, “Santa is there.”

“Holy shit, not Santa,” Kiko deadpans. 

You nudge her playfully. “Don’t be a killjoy. You know I love Christmas shit.”

Hoseok arrives, as promised, joining your group with a smile. He greets you with a hug, saying, “Oh yeah, Nina’s friend, right?” 

“Yep,” you tell him. “I am the person to blame for bringing her to campus.”

He laughs at this. “Have you talked to her lately?”

“No,” you say, realizing it as you say it. “Not in at least a week.”

It’s not much later that you decide to get an actual drink. You excuse yourself and start to head towards the bar, but Taehyung disentangles himself with the group and comes up behind you. He walks with you, just slightly behind, his hand hovering so close to the dip of your lower back that you can feel the heat from his palm.

It’s subtle and respectful and you like it, like he’s claiming you as his, letting every guy in there know you’re his girl, but in such a low-key way. He keeps his hand there as you reach the bar, coming up next to you as you wait to order. 

“What’s your drink?” he asks, in that deep voice he gets sometimes, leaning over to be heard over the music and loud conversations around you.

“Captain and coke,” you tell him, thinking he’d order for you both if he found a bartender first. Instead, he knocks on your wallet with his knuckles, wrinkling his face as if to say put that away. You do, biting back a smile. 

“Don’t look now,” he says again, not looking at you, still trying to make eye contact with one of the three extremely busy bartenders, “but everyone is watching us.”

“Wow,” you say, fighting the urge to look over your shoulder. “Even Kiko?”

He checks this, looking over his shoulder somewhat merrily. “Yup,” he says. “Even Kiko.”

“Should we give them something to look at?” you ask cheekily.

“Baby, I think we already are,” he says, his hand sliding from the small of your back around to the side of your waist, hand tightening possessively as he tugs you just slightly closer to his side. “I know I’d have something to say if I were watching from over there.”

Baby throws you, just a little. You’re not sure you feel like you two are there yet.

“You have something to say about everything,” you tease, trying to move on, as Taehyung finally gets the chance to order your rum and coke and his beer. 

“That’s true,” he allows. “Speaking of which… we need to talk about Yoongi.”

You turn to face him, dislodging his hand from your waist, your eyes wide. “Did he say something?”

Taehyung grimaces. “Not exactly. Jimin went downstairs last night to try to talk to him - they argue a lot, but they’re actually pretty close.”

“What’d he say?” you press, dying to know.

Taehyung gives a little shrug. “Jimin didn’t tell me exactly how the conversation went, but he said that he thinks Yoongi’s upset.”

“Upset why?” you demand, the alcohol fueling your temper. “He ghosted her and she’s the nicest - she doesn’t deserve that -.”

Taehyung places his fingers gently on your arm, and you press your lips together, looking at him testily.

“Jimin thinks he got spooked and panicked,” he explains. “Like, started catching feelings and just short-circuited.”

“Well he needs to boot back up,” you grumble. “At least have the balls to tell her he’s done.”

Taehyung nods, allowing this, as he pays for the drinks the bartender has set before you. “Yeah, I caught him in the kitchen this morning and told him the same thing.”

Your eyes widen again. “You should have led with that,” you tell him, and he laughs, starting to head back towards the table, his arm coming around your waist again. “What exactly did you say?”

“I told him that if he’s out, he’s better off saying that he’s out,” Taehyung says. “And he said…” he pauses for dramatic effect, looking down at you playfully, “that he’s not sure he’s out. So there’s hope!”

“There shouldn’t be hope after radio silence for a full week,” you scowl. “He better show up with six dozen fucking roses to make up for that shit.”

You approach the table again and have to stop that line of conversation. You take your place between your roommates, sipping at the drink Taehyung bought you. As you all continue laughing and talking, you catch Taehyung’s gaze more than once across the table; each little look sending butterflies fluttering from your stomach out to the tips of your limbs. He’s looking at you, he wants you, and sometimes you can barely believe it. There’s warmth, and desire - you’re sure of it, and something oddly warning in his gaze, and each time you lock eyes it’s always you who loses the game of chicken, looking back down at your glass.

When the bell rings for last call, you all head back out to the bar to close out your tabs. Taehyung manages to end up next to you at the bar again, and he bends down to speak quietly to you as you wait for your checks.

“Come back home with me?” he asks, and you can hear the hopefulness in his voice.

You want to; you’d like nothing more than to fall asleep in the quiet of his room, his arms around you, his heartbeat under your fingertips. But Kiko’s face is drawn, her eyes tight, and you get the tingling feeling that something happened tonight. 

“I promise, I want to,” you tell him. “But I… don’t think Kiko’s okay. She might not talk to me about it, but I think I should try.” 

Taehyung glances sideways at Kiko. You can see him clock her expression, her lips tightly pressed together, her foot tapping anxiously.

“Okay,” he says, straightening back up and losing the bedroom voice. “But soon? Please?”

“I was there two nights ago,” you remind him. He freezes, seeming to calculate the validity of this statement. Then, he laughs.

“Wow, you’re right,” he says. “Felt like longer.”

When you’ve all paid, you make your way outside, waiting for the rides you’ve ordered.

Taehyung stays by Jimin, not coming to keep you warm as you’d kind of expected after the rest of his boyfriend behavior all night. Instead, you wrap yourself around Kiko’s arm, chattering your teeth playfully. She gives you a small, grateful smile.

The car for you girls arrives first. Bridget climbs in and starts scooting over. You’re about to follow when Taehyung grabs your wrist and pulls you back. You smile, knowing what’s coming, and you’re still smiling when his lips find yours. He kisses you hard, but quick, releasing you much faster than you’d have liked. 

He looks at you for a minute, and he seems on the verge of saying something, his eyes dancing with the uncertainty of it. You practically hold your breath, nervous. 

Your thing - whatever it is - suddenly feels precarious, as if too much weight on either side could send it spiraling.

Finally, he seems to change his mind. He says, “Goodnight, Y/N,” and releases your wrist, allowing you to climb into the car, the intensity of the moment dissipating like summer rain.

–

Back home, in bed, you type a text to Nina. “Went out w/ roomies… hoseok was there. tae was hella boyfriendy all night… and i really liked it ☹️ i am ✨conflicted✨”. 

You read it back twice, thinking about how Nina hasn’t asked about Taehyung at all. You erase what you typed, just closing out the messaging app altogether.

Sunday, December 2nd

You wake up gloriously un-hungover - a miracle, considering that you closed out the bar last night. You cross the room and climb into bed with Kiko. She grumbles, but you wrap an arm around her and ask, “Want to talk?”

She grumbles louder, hiding her face in her pillow, but she doesn’t remove your arm. You take that as a good sign.

“Words, Kiko,” you tell her. “Use your words.”

“I’m just mad,” she mutters into her pillow.

You consider this. “Do you want to know what Taehyung told me?” you ask. “Or would you rather I let it go?”

She thinks about this silently. “Not if you think it’ll get my hopes up,” she decides. “I’d rather lick my wounds and move on. I need to get over it, the sooner the better.”

You’re both quiet for a minute, and then you hear her sniffle.

“Kikoooo,” you say, hugging her tighter. “Did something happen? Did he say something to you last night?”

She’s quiet for a long time, but you wait her out. “It sounds so fucking stupid when I say it out loud,” she sighs finally.

“If you’re upset, then it isn’t stupid,” you tell her seriously.

She rolls to look at the ceiling, flinging an arm over her forehead. “He dropped a new track on his Soundcloud last night. Without telling me, or talking to me about it.”

You frown. “Was it your track?”

“No,” she says with a sigh. “I just thought… when he stopped talking to me… I guess I was hoping he’d say something next time he dropped a track. Like that would be the thing that got us talking again. But I guess not.”

You hug her again, though it’s harder now that she rolled over. “I’m sorry,” you whisper finally.

She breathes heavily, brow furrowed in frustration. “It’s fine,” she says, both of you knowing it isn’t. “The track is good. I’ll send it to you.”

You stay there together, not talking, until Bridget wakes up and you start making plans to go eat lunch.

–

Snippet: Lion’s Paw [DEMO] - MYG 

Touch the lion’s paw only while it sleeps One hundred fifty nights of your heartbeat If it all will be forgotten please remember my name When the floods wash it away will you and I be the same? Only while it sleeps, only while you sleep Try it during daylight and I might see the teeth Only while you sleep, only while I sleep Touch the lion’s paw but don’t ever speak I have loved you in silence, never let it be shown The king of the pride, on the ark he’s alone 

–

[1:57 PM] You: uhhhhhh 🦁🐾 WE NEED TO DISCUSS

[1:59 PM] You: you can’t facetime me abt it, she’s in the room with me

[2:00 PM] Taehyung: ugh fine

[2:03 PM] Taehyung: i’ve listened to it like five times but idgi. u have thoughts?

[2:04 PM] You: oh, do i. buckle up.

[2:05 PM] You: for starters, it’s a biblical reference? tf??? 

[2:06 PM] Taehyung: yeah i got that from the floods line and the ark line

[2:09 PM] You: also the one hundred and fifty nights, thats how long they were on the ark… dont ask me why i know that lol

[2:10 PM] You:  ANYWAY~

[2:11 PM] You: that last line!!!!!!!! “on the ark he’s alone” IT’S YOONGI, IT’S SYMBOLISM!!!!

[2:12 PM] Taehyung: Yoongi is….. the lion???

[2:14 PM] You: that’s what i think! and he’s alone rn bc he pushed kiko away? like the animals are supposed to be in pairs right but he’s by himself?

[2:16 PM] Taehyung: how tf does your brain do this

[2:17 PM] You: i’m just getting started, i’m full on losing my mind, if i didn’t hate him so much rn i’d say he’s genius for these lyrics pls hold while i type more

[2:19 PM] Taehyung: this convo is already more reading than i planned to do today.

[2:21 PM] You: i’m ignoring that. ok so the line “will u and i be the same?” like if they continue their thing or make it official will it change things between them? 

[2:24 PM] You: AND “only while u sleep” like it’s a thing that’s only safe in private, if they were out as a couple it would ruin it?

[2:25 PM] You: also I HAVE LOVED YOU IN SILENCE i’m sorry W H A T?!!!!!!!!!!!!! loved??? we’re talking abt love now????

[2:25 PM] You: ok i’m done

[2:27 PM] You: he’s scared of his feelings!!!! GO TALK TO HIM!!!!!!!

[2:30 PM] Taehyung: i am NOT the right person for this job

[2:31 PM] You: well thats good self awareness i guess

[2:32 PM] Taehyung: …..lemme tell jimin

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HBO Max New Releases: November 2020

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There are only two months left to go in this truly hellish year and relatively new streaming service HBO Max is trying to make the best of them. While most other streamers recover from Halloween and get prepared for Christmas, HBO Max is using November 2020 to fill out its servers.

Things are pretty light not the new original series front this month with only Industry (Nov. 9) and His Dark Materials season 2 (Nov. 16) making a splash. But the streamer has a couple of notable original films to complement them. Between the World and Me, based on the book by Ta-Nehisi Coates, arrives on Nov. 21 and Melissa McCarthy comedy Superintelligence arrives on Nov. 26. That’s not even to mention two intriguing projects that don’t have dates yet: The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air Reunion Special and The Mystery of DB Cooper.

Thankfully, the real appeal in November 2020 is all the fresh library content making its way to HBO Max. Nov. 1 sees the arrival of The Dark Knight, The Hobbit Trilogy, all the Lego Movies, and even the first episode of Rick and Morty season 4 (with more presumably to follow). Those offerings will be augmented later on by the always-entertaining Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony on Nov. 7.

Here is everything else coming to HBO Max in November 2020.

HBO Max New Releases – November 2020

TBA

12 Dates Of Christmas, HBO Max Original Series Premiere

Colin Quinn & Friends: A Parking Lot Comedy Show, HBO Max Original Special Premiere

Crazy, Not Insane, Documentary Premiere (HBO)

The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air Reunion Special, HBO Max Original Special Premiere

Full Bloom, HBO Max Original Series Premiere

I Hate Suzie, HBO Max Original Series Premiere

The Mystery Of DB Cooper, Documentary Premiere (HBO)

Sesame Street, Season 51 2020

Valley Of Tears, HBO Max Original Series Premiere

Veneno, HBO Max Original Series Premiere

November 1

10,000 BC, 2008

13 Going On 30, 2004

2 Fast 2 Furious, 2003 (HBO)

Above The Rim, 1994

All Is Bright, 2013

America, America, 1964

Anchors Aweigh, 1945

Another Cinderella Story, 2008

The Arrangement, 1969

Austin Powers In Goldmember, 2002

Autumn In New York, 2000 (HBO)

Baby Doll, 1956

Battleship, 2012 (HBO)

Beasts Of The Southern Wild, 2012 (HBO)

Billy Madison, 1995 (HBO)

Blast From The Past, 1999

Blood Work, 2002

The Bridge Of San Luis Rey, 2005 (HBO)

Broadway Danny Rose, 1984 (HBO)

The Bucket List, 2007

The Children, 2009

A Christmas Carol, 1938

Chronicle, 2012 (Director’s Cut) (HBO)

City Island, 2010 (HBO)

City Slickers, 1991 (HBO)

Clash Of The Titans, 2010

Critical Care, 1997

Cruel Intentions, 1999 (HBO)

The Dancer Upstairs, 2003 (HBO)

The Dark Knight, 2008

David Copperfield, 1935

Dead Man Walking, 1995 (HBO)

Desperately Seeking Susan, 1985 (HBO)

The Devil’s Advocate, 1997

Dickie Roberts: Former Child Star, 2003 (HBO)

Dolphin Tale, 2011

Dumb And Dumberer: When Harry Met Lloyd, 2003

The Eagle, 2011 (HBO)

East Of Eden, 1955

Eight Legged Freaks, 2002

Elf Pets: Santa’s Saint Bernard’s Save Christmas, 2018

The Enforcer, 1976

A Face In The Crowd, 1957

The Fast And The Furious, 2001 (HBO)

Femme Fatale, 2002

The Five-Year Engagement, 2012 (Extended Version) (HBO)

A Flintstone Christmas, 1977

A Flintstone Family Christmas, 1993

Free Willy, 1993

Friday The 13th, 2009

G.I. Joe: The Rise Of Cobra, 2009

The Gauntlet, 1977

Genius, 2016 (HBO)

Get Santa, 2014

Girl In Progress, 2012

Grumpier Old Men, 1995

Grumpy Old Men, 1993

Guys And Dolls, 1955

Hacksaw Ridge, 2016 (HBO)

Happy Gilmore, 1996 (HBO)

Heidi, 2006

High Fidelity, 2000 (HBO)

High Society, 1956

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, 2012

The Hobbit: The Battle Of The Five Armies, 2014

The Hobbit: The Desolation Of Smaug, 2013

Hollidaysburg, 2014

House On Haunted Hill, 1999

Ice Age: Continental Drift, 2012 (HBO)

Impractical Jokers: Inside Jokes

The Iron Giant, 1999

J. Edgar, 2011

Jason Goes To Hell: The Final Friday, 1993

Jason X, 2002

King Kong, 1976 (HBO)

The Last King Of Scotland, 2006 (HBO)

The Lego Batman Movie, 2017

The Lego Movie, 2014

The Lego Ninjago Movie, 2014

License To Wed, 2007

Life Stinks, 1991

Linda And The Mockingbirds, 2020 (HBO)

Little Man Tate, 1991 (HBO)

Looney Tunes: Back In Action, 2003

The Losers, 2010

Lowriders, 2017 (HBO)

Made, 2001 (HBO)

The Madness Of King George, 1994 (HBO)

Magic Mike, 2012

The Magical Wand Chase: A Sesame Street Special, 2017

Magnum Force, 1973

Malibu’s Most Wanted, 2003

The Man With The Golden Arm, 1955

The Mask, 1994

Menace II Society, 1993

Miss Julie, 2014 (HBO)

Money Talks, 1997

Mr. Nanny, 1993

Music And Lyrics, 2007

Must Love Dogs, 2005

Mystic River, 2003

National Lampoon’s Loaded Weapon 1, 1993

Needful Things, 1993

The Neverending Story, 1984

The Neverending Story II: The Next Chapter, 1991

New York Minute, 2004

Nights In Rodanthe, 2008

Nothing Like The Holidays, 2008

Now And Then, 1995

Ocean’s 11, 1960

Old School, 2003

On The Town, 1949

Once Upon A Sesame Street Christmas, Special Premiere

A Perfect World, 1993

Pleasantville, 1998

The Pledge, 2001

Popstar, 2005

Practical Magic, 1998

The Prophecy, 1995 (HBO)

The Prophecy 2, 1998 (HBO)

The Prophecy 3: The Ascent, 2000 (HBO)

Prophecy 4: The Uprising, 2005 (HBO)

Prophecy 5: The Forsaken, 2005 (HBO)

Radio Days, 1987

Red Tails, 2012 (HBO)

Rick And Morty, Season Four Premiere

The Right Stuff, 1983

Rock Star, 2001

Rosewood, 1997

Rumor Has It, 2005

Salvador, 1986 (HBO)

Scoop, 2006 (HBO)

The Sea Of Grass, 1947

The Secret Garden, 1993

Sesame Street, 1969

Sesame Street: Elmo’s Playdate, Special Premiere

Sesame Street’s 50th Anniversary Celebration, Special Premiere

Sinbad Of The Seven Seas, 1989 (HBO)

The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants, 2005

The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants 2, 2008

Smurfs Christmas Special, 1982

Some Came Running, 1958

Space Cowboys, 2000

Splendor In The Grass, 1961

Sudden Impact, 1983

Summer Catch, 2001

Swingers, 1996 (HBO)

Swordfish, 2001

A Tale Of Two Cities, 1935

Terminator 3: Rise Of The Machines, 2003

Terminator Salvation, 2009

Terms Of Endearment, 1983

Thief, 1981 (HBO)

Thirteen Ghosts, 2001

Tightrope, 1984

The Time Traveler’s Wife, 2009

Tis The Season To Be Smurfy, 1987

Titans, Seasons 1 & 2

Torque, 2004

Tower Heist, 2011 (HBO)

The Town That Santa Forgot, 1993

Troll, 1986 (HBO)

Troll 2, 1990 (HBO)

True Crime, 1999

Tweety’s High-Flying Adventures, 2000

Twilight Zone: The Movie, 1983 (HBO)

Una Semana (HBO)

Unaccompanied Minors, 2006

Untamed Heart, 1993 (HBO)

Veronica Mars, 2014

A Very Harold & Kumar 3D Christmas, 2011 (Extended Version) (HBO)

We Bought A Zoo, 2011 (HBO)

When You Wish Upon A Pickle: A Sesame Street Special, 2018

Wild Wild West, 1999

Win A Date With Tad Hamilton!, 2004 (HBO)

Witches Of Eastwick, The, 1987

The Wood, 1999

Wyatt Earp, 1994

Yogi Bear’s All-Star Comedy Christmas Caper, 1982

Yogi’s First Christmas, 1980

Young Justice, Seasons 1-3

Zoo Animals (HBO)

November 2

Quadrophenia, 1979

We Are Who We Are, Season Finale (HBO)

A Woman Under The Influence, 1974

November 4

Looney Tunes, 1930 – 1969

November 6

Pecado Original (Aka Original Sin) (HBO)

November 7

The Dead Don’t Die, 2019 (HBO)

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame 2020 Inductions

November 9

Industry HBO Max Original Premiere

Food Wars! Shokugeki No Soma, Season 5 (Subtitled) (Crunchyroll Collection)

November 11

Patria, Season Finale (HBO)

November 12

My Sesame Street Friends, 2020

November 13

De Lo Mio (HBO)

Entre Nos: LA Meets NY (HBO)

November 14

Dolittle, 2020 (HBO)

November 15

Last Week Tonight With John Oliver, Season Finale (HBO)

Murder On Middle Beach, Docuseries Premiere (HBO)

November 16

His Dark Materials, Season Two Premiere (HBO)

Linda and the Mockingbirds, 2020 (HBO)

November 20

Porno Para Principiantes (Aka Porno For Newbies) (HBO)

November 21

Between the World and Me HBO Original Special Premiere

Real Time with Bill Maher, Season Finale (HBO)

Underwater, 2020 (HBO)

November 24

Real Sports with Bryant Gumbel (HBO)

Smurfs, Season 4, 1981

November 26

Stylish with Jenna Lyons 

Craftopia: Craft the Halls, HBO Max Special Premiere

Craftopia: Merry Craftmas!, HBO Max Special Premiere

The Flight Attendant, HBO Max Original Series Premiere

Superintelligence, HBO Max Original Film Premiere

November 27

Chateau Vato (HBO)

How To With John Wilson, Season Finale (HBO)

November 28

The Call Of The Wild, 2019 (HBO)

November 29

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The Undoing, Season Finale (HBO)

Leaving HBO Max – November 2020

November 4

Aquaman, 2018 (HBO)

November 5

Rolling Stone: Stories From The Edge, 2017 (HBO)

Signs, 2002 (HBO)

November 25

Lady Day At Emerson’s Bar & Grill, 2016 (HBO)

November 26

All Def Comedy, 2017 (HBO)

November 30

24/7: Kelly Slater, 2019 (HBO)

All The President’s Men, 1976

Anastasia, 1997 (HBO)

Badlands, 1973

Batman Begins, 2005

Before The Devil Knows You’re Dead, 2007 (HBO)

Blinded By The Light, 2019 (HBO)

The Bodyguard, 1992

Bridesmaids, 2011 (Unrated Version) (HBO)

Bridget Jones’s Baby, 2016

Cat On A Hot Tin Roof, 1958

Charlotte’s Web, 1973

Cheech & Chong’s Up In Smoke, 1978

Chicago, 2002

Child’s Play 2, 1990 (HBO)

Child’s Play 3, 1991 (HBO)

Commando, 1985 (Director’s Cut) (HBO)

The Conversation, 1974

The Dark Knight, 2008

Dave, 1993

Deliverance, 1972

Dog Day Afternoon, 1975

Election, 1999

Ella Enchanted, 2004

Father Of The Bride, 1950

Going The Distance, 2010

Good Boys, 2019 (HBO)

The Haunting, 1999

JFK, 1991

The Kitchen, 2019 (HBO)

Little Shop Of Horrors, 1986 (Director’s Cut) (HBO)

Malcolm X, 1992

The Mask, 1994

Marathon Man, 1976

Pearl Harbor, 2001 (Director’s Cut) (HBO)

The Pelican Brief, 1993

Roger & Me, 1989

Sky High, 2005 (HBO)

Son Of The Mask, 2005

Stuber, 2019 (HBO)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, 1990

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2, 1991

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 3, 1993

TMNT, 2007

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EDR THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

this is probably gonna be a rambly mess but the more I think abt it the more I really love this movie. I think what works for me is the way it sticks to the really heavy and more realistic (in some regards) gore of the remake while also directly addressing the stuff I personally don't like a lot abt that movie. like I really felt so insanely seen when the new vinyl recording priest was like "there's no way of killing these things also they have no plan they just wanna create chaos" bc the clear ways of killing the deadites and the bit abt them wanting to gather five souls from the remake felt so antithetical to evil dead at least to me. like I've said before the reason I love the deadites so much is because they genuinely just seem to be out to actively torment humans and have a lot of fun doing it, compared to for example more traditional movie zombies who are usually just out to eat. it makes them feel very distinct and like actively mean spirited and I think that shines through so well in this movie. mother deadite tormenting her kids and sister was incredible and I think the actress did a really good job being both really menacing and like. fun and bitchy like deadites have always been. bridget and danny were really fun as well obv bridget was the star between those two with her eating glass and the ghost bit but I thought danny was fun and maniacal and I liked that he got to have the classic completely white deadite eyes that made me feel seen. also I really liked the fucking thing beast they turned into at the end it was random as hell but that feels very evil dead to me like the lore has never made sense and I like it when it doesn't peace and love.

character writing wasn't super impressive to me it's not to the point where it makes me not enjoy the movie and like I guess you could make the case that the character writing in the original was pretty nothing as well, but the writing of the original feels so stripped bare the script is barely noticeable at times whereas here the script is definitely there with lines that are intended to give us some sense of who beth and ellie are it just didn't work super well for me. once again though this wasn't a major problem for me mostly because the deadites made up for it and also bc the actors did well enough with what they were given.

back to positives I think the cold opening was really fun the little reference to cheryl predicting the cards from the original movie was very cute and the fakeout pov shot with the drone was fun. highlight for me, though, was the title card because holy shit. the deadite literally rising from the water as the title appears in huge red letters with this fucking monk choir in the background or whatever was literally inspired it felt like the perfect balance between menacing and kind of goofy (bc you can't tell me that wasn't a pun) and COMPLETELY OVER THE TOP just the way I like it. it also set the tone for what the gore was going to look like so well, which brings me to that.

I loved it I thought it was amazing nasty and like honestly very creative. like you have the obvious stuff like the cheese grater and the drone blades being stuff that's not super commonly used for gore scenes but even with more standard stuff like they managed to put some flair to it. like danny getting stabbed through the upper arm rather than like the shoulder or something, ellie getting a pair of scissors through her nose and then yanking them out, the neighbour who got his fucking. eye bitten out and bridget eating glass, honestly I could go on all day about favourite moments lmao. some of the cgi stuff looked a bit wonky like the decapitation in the cold opening but I didn't mind most of it and some of the cgi honestly looked really fun like the way the teeth of the necronomicon moved in this kind of deliberatly choppy way was great. practical stuff was incredible, literally no notes.

I think I mentioned in my post when the trailer first dropped that I hated the new necronomicon and I have sort of come around on it. part of it is the idea that it's one of three since I can just say that the one that ash encountered was the only one with a face, and partly because the teeth were very cool in motion. still prefer the version with the face though and always will. as for the plot point abt the three books itself I'm a little bit torn bc on the one hand I do like the attempt at tying things together with both the original and ed2013 but it does kind of lose its impact a little bit when it's not this totally unique item. I don't really think it takes away from any of the other iterations though since like yeah you can say both the original and the remake are canon in edr but at least to me that doesn't necessarily mean you need to retroactively make edr canon to those movies, if that makes sense?

overall had a lot of fun. highlight was definitely henrietta's pizza tho <3

evil dead rise in 12 min I'm so ready

[notjustaprincess-youknow]

Savannah Lulu Santucci

FC: aisha dee

AGE: 18

SEXUALITY: pansexual but she'd prefer to keep it on the down low after that whole deal with zack thx.

PREVIOUS BIOS: x

Updates

you know guys, i think for once sav isn't the angstiest of my next gen. she's been chasing up tidbits of information here and there but nothing concrete and nothing dangerous. she's doing relatively okay.

the bad news is she has been considering taking a bigger role in the santucci family business, rather than her rogue investigation on the edges of it. if she's using the name to get her what she wants, she might as well return the favour and do something for them, right? no sav, you shouldn't. plus, it keeps her sharp, and it keeps her busy. thinking can be torture sometimes.

because of this odd lull, she's been spending more time with people. and is completely fucking terrified because she isn't sure how deep her feelings for bridget go and she's feeling more and more overwhelmed by that, so don't worry guys, brivannah is still a mess of sapphic angst.

OH YEAH AND SHE’S STARTED WRITING AGAIN IT’S JUST LITTLE BITS OF POETRY AND THE START OF SOME SHORT STORIES BUT SHE’S IN SUCH A GOOD PLACE RN YOU GUYS. I’M SO HAPPY FOR HER but it’s not gonna last bc i’m an angsty hoe rip.

Connections

HALIMAH SANTUCCI [contact name: hallie 🤙🏽] : her twin sister who disappeared three years ago. no one knows exactly what happened, or why, but sav is going to find her sister or die trying.

BRIDGET ASTOR [contact name: bri x] : her best friend for pretty much her whole life. also sav’s longtime crush for about half that time. she'd probably do anything for bridget, and whether the other girl knows it or not, she's her rock. sav doesn't want to lose her, and at this point she takes an odd comfort in the butterflies she gets whenever the other girl smiles, so the chances of her jeopardising that and spilling her feelings? next to none. it's just a crush, anyway. it's not like she's in love or anything. shut up paul.

PAUL HAINLINE [contact name: friendly reminder he finally hooked up with penelope] : one of her closest friends. they're friendship involves a lot of teasing about their respective crushes on their best friends, the only difference being that now paul is actually dating his. sav is so happy for him, and milking her opportunity to say ‘i told you so’ while she’s actually, you know, putting in effort to maintain some of her relationships. she loves this boy, and his annoyingly optimistic teasing.

ZACK SANTUCCI [contact name: zack] : her cousin, and probably the closest thing she has to an older brother which is both good and bad, because he can be over protective. if she needs backup, she knows she can call him.

AVA SANTUCCI [contact name: ave💋] : probably the most feminine influence on her life tbh? ava’s cool. definitely the cousin she turns to for the rare occasion she wants fashion advice.

TALIA SANTUCCI [contact name: tals] : when they were younger, sav and talia were as thick as thieves and sav treated the girl like a little sister. of course, everything changed when the fire nation attacked when halimah disappeared, and sav started ghosting tal in an effort to keep her out of her investigation. she knows what she's doing is dangerous, and she knows her cousin is just as reckless as she is, so she's been keeping her at a distance for the past three years.

THEODORE SANTUCCI [contact name: theo :) ] : honestly sav would probably kill a man for theo? she loves the kid and tbh his quirky, kind of oblivious nature is a breath of fresh air sometimes.

HMU (on vidia would be best tbh) FOR CONNECTIONS Y’ALL!

[theweepingstar]

WBJ 2017:  Hierarchy, Power, & Governance

In Phandalin, the town is run by a mayor.  The players may meet the mayor, depending on how they play and where they want to go.  The mayor makes sure the town runs smoothly and that they trade with the surrounding towns.  The mayor is a middle-aged human woman named Bridget, who lives with her partners a dwarf man named Gimli and a enby dragonborn named Cyril.  The mayor has 10 years in the position until a new one can be elected.  The mayor is allowed to step down at any time during their 10 year term, and a new one will be elected by popular vote.

On the rocks’ moon (this place needs a name, I will come up with on eventually, maybe in game cause I’m playing Saturday), the rocks used to be “led” by a black and white speckled rock.  However, right now the leader of the rock people is a rock that is gray but has a black splotch on the top of it in the shape of a star.  The rock isn’t the biggest one, but it has been around the longest (after the leader before, a white and black speckled one, was murdered).  The leader rock tries to make sure the tensions between the different colors don’t get out of hand and that new rocks have places to live underground.  The new rock leader after this one will be the next one that has been alive the longest after that.  Its by age.  (NOTE:  there is a disease that can kill the rocks, and cause them to erode and eventually die prematurely, they are terrified of this disease.  To the adventurers it looks like some type of plant or moss that slowly splits the rocks apart.  This will be related to the plant people from the 5th portal).

In the merpeople kingdom, there is a royal family.  The society is a matriarchal one, so the new leader will always be the oldest female child of the Queen.  The queen doesn’t have to marry within the royal class, and can marry whoever they choose.  Sometimes it will be another royal but from another kingdom (helps with ties) but doesn’t have to be.  If a Queen is incapable of producing and heir, they are allowed to adopt a child who will become the Queen.  This system isn’t overthrown when the new heir, Brielle, comes out as a trans mermaid, but some merpeople do not like the idea at all.  There are other kingdoms that people can live in, but these towns developed by way of people populating this particular area for resources and more and more people kept coming so the town grew around this.  Each kingdom has something its known for, and these items can get exported, while they import other goods.  There’s a small force of militia of merpeople that are part shark and octopus, and maybe some other fish predators.

The ghost town used to be run by a mayor as well.  The dead mayor is still in charge of all of the dead spirits that have stuck around.  The mayor is probably possessing something significant in town.  The dinosaurs don’t really have a hierarchy unless you count the talking t-rex as the leader simply because they’re the biggest.

The bats don’t have a leader, they simply follow their animal instincts.  The golems do have a leader, a huge lava golem called Craig.  The rock golem, Heath, that contains the artifact is Craig’s partner, and the only golem that can speak (bc of the artifact).  If Craig is killed, its super difficult to get the artifact away from Heath.

The bugs mainly act like ants, with colonies of their own particular species.  There are a lot of different species on this planet, but not as many as on earth.  Just a few different ones:  bees/wasps, butterflies, moths, spiders, grasshoppers/crickets, praying mantis.  Depending on the species, they either have one ruler or they’re nomadic with no true leader, or egalitarian.  The plant people on the other hand have a full blown government, with a cabinet of leaders.  One person is elected from various species and they all vote on important things, like trade, or new buildings, etc.

Instead of having a mayor that is elected, someone else from town overthrew the mayor and while Brigit wasn’t killed, Gimli was.  Brigit and Cyril are mourning when the adventurers come in.  Everything else is run the same for the most part.  The mayor is corrupt and drains ppl’s money from them.  They don’t let things get imported or exported and the town is suffering.

This is the first time I’ve talked about it, but the companions will have a companion controlled by me that helps them on their quests, as in leading them to the portal place where all the portals are and tells them the legends of the artifacts and how they must stop the big baddie.  They maintain their control thru knowledge that the companions do not have.  There may also be a set of twins that I control, but I haven’t fleshed them out yet.

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[podcastmecaptain]

post pecking pool party

part of advanced PLACEMENT: an ars PARADOXICA high school au about a gang of queer teen nerds, by @estherroberts​​ , @podcastmecaptain, and @lizzieraindrops​

all three of the aformentioned dorks are equally responsible for the hijinks found in this post.

click here for the au masterpost | track #ars placement for updates!

june obviously has a pool

jack notices it through a window and immediately goes to tell everyone

much to june’s chagrin

“is it heated”

“if it isn’t will it keep you people OUT- aaand they’re already gone”

“fuck”

none of them have suits and honestly most people wouldn’t fit in june’s anyway because she is built like an amazon and towers over them

they swim in their clothes or their underwear depending their level of comfort

helen’s somehow already floating around in an inflatable mermaid clamshell with a pearl pillow

she’s a queen, literally, venus,

it’s way too much for everyone, sally is compelled to get on her knees. she then falls into the pool

anthony cries

honestly he would be crying even if he wasn’t drunk

june and anthony have a moment staring dumbstruck at helen and sigh in unison

they’re kind of disgusted that they’re doing it in synchrony but helen just has that effect on everyone

“can you believe she’s dating us” anthony asks, not taking his eyes off of helen

“no” june replies, her gaze locked in the same direction

june trips anthony into the pool and blows a kiss to her girlfriend, who catches it magnanimously

jack drops his phone in

deliberately

it seemed funny at the time

two minutes later he whispers “oh, fuck” to himself and dives in after it

he keeps dropping it and eventually just whispers “bye”

they play chicken

sally rides on anthony’s shoulders

esther rides on jack’s

but they’re not athletes. they’re nerds.

esther and sally sort of swat at each other but they can’t really grapple properly

and anthony and jack are both drunk and tired so

both topple over very quickly indeed

june and quentin claim the hot tub away from all the nerds

anthony recruits jack and together they bring a bucket of cold water to dump it on them

they are forced to rejoin the masses

june gets revenge by dunking both of them

esther likes to sit on the bottom of the pool with her hair floating around her and sally waves to her every time she passes by

there’s an impromptu singing

“unDA DA SEA”

“UNDA DA SEA”

“DARLING ITS BETTER DOWN WHERE ITS WETTER TAKE IT FROM ME”

“WE GET IT YOU’RE GAY”

“…”

“…”

“OH MY FUCKING GO D”

lots more under the read more!

helen actually does a drunk rendition of how far i’ll go and she temporarily is an actual siren

she breaks the spell by giggling and making a bunch of dolphin noises

sally cannonballs and splashes everyone

penny is just like, doing laps

she asks jack to race her but he can only doggie paddle

esther hands him a kick board as a joke and he actually uses it

he still loses the race

tho he uses it the rest of the night so he doesn’t drown

bridget dangles her feet in until esther gets ahold of her ankles

they take turns carrying each other bridal style all around the pool after that

quentin hums the jaws theme and everyone is uncomfortable

esther, jack, and june act as a panel of esteemed judges to a diving contest

anthony belly flops

sally just does another cannonball

penny’s is decent? but

even drunk, helen’s swan dive is better than anyone’s and she wins by a landslide

bridget squirts jets of water at everyone

it starts a huge nine way war

there are some alliances

some unusual alliances

bridget and quentin team up and have a battle against sally and penny, for example

jack retrieves the bucket

esther shakes her hair like a dog and splatters everyone  

but everyone gets betrayed eventually and they’re all soaked anyway

who isn’t

it’s a pool

it ends when helen bounces on top of her clamshell and it sends out a fucking tidal wave

no survivors

sally and jack team up and somehow steal anthony’s shorts

sally to jack: “i don’t generally go for taking off people’s pants but what if we just. fuckin. stole anthony’s shorts”

they don’t remember what they did with them but they are Lost To The Sands Of Time

anthony is nonplussed by these events

anthony swims under the clam thing and starts drunkenly pushing it around the pool

he’s giggling

sally steps on that moving pool vacuum thing and screams like a white girl in a horror movie

the neighbors yell at them and june sneaks toward them with a hose

everyone frantically shakes their head and the cops are, not called

quentin sighs happily bc that’s his girl

sally gets cold first because she is Tiny

june is asked to get towels for everyone bc no one thought this through

she almost tosses all of the towels into the pool but helen catches her

esther and jack huddle together like tiny penguins and she rests her head on his shoulder

the girlfriend gang is all flopped on each other

quentin has his head on penny’s stomach, looking up at the sky

she’s holding jack’s free hand

anthony has his arms wrapped around sally

they eventually morph into one big cuddle pile

once they go inside, june doles out as many large shirts/pjs that she has

sally and esther are literally swimming in all options, help them, they are smol

Tiny

everyone has something to change into, and then they raid her house for blankets and pillows and pile back into the living room

they make a pillow fort that’s more like A CASTLE bc they have so many scientists trying to physics the bedding

“i’m a fucking engineer you gotta put THE DAMN COUCH CUSHIONS AT AN ANGLE OF-”

sally has twinkle lights and strings them up

“where the FUC did those come from” “my bag” “WHAT”

she has an electronics kit in her bag at all times and the lights are kind of part of it so she always has them on hand

she also pulls out a rotting potato battery and runs out to chuck it over the neighbors’ fence

jack: so, uh, what’s the sleeping arrangement here?

june: the FLOOR

jack: no i mean like so many of you are like dating each other how do you decide who cuddles who

sally: heLLO

sally: we ALL cuddle each other, we were JUST doing that like 20 minutes ago?

everyone: yeah she’s right

quentin has the genius idea to bring in a space heater and put it on low

they are so cozy

ultimate cozy

heads drop to shoulders and laps

everyone falls asleep on each other

someone wakes everyone up crunching popcorn and everyone swears but they have no idea who it was in the morning

esther insists it was the tiiiIIIimMMmmE ghosts

she tries to tell a ghost story about popcorn but she’s so tired and it’s so bad and she falls asleep in the middle of it

everyone else was already asleep again by that point

“partridge!” sally hisses at about 4 in the morning

“grissom? what in sweet jesus’ tits, go, to, sleep,”

“i can’t sleep”

“mmmph.” anthony rolls onto his back, and then rolls to face her

“what’s gonna help with that?”

“i don’t know, how do you feel about reciting the entire periodic table of the elements? that’d be soothing”

he chortles “not on your life”

in the dim light he can see her roll her eyes “fine”

“come here”

she curls closer to him and rests her head on his chest

“better?”

“mmmhmm”

[acespeon]

take a drink any time Ghost Adventures mentions “Satanic”, “demonic” or “dark”