#EVERYONE STREAM DO YOU CHANGE JOKE DO YOU BELIEVE

[cinnamon7girl7]

"WE DON'T BELIEVE YOU, GOJO!!!"

At this point, saying Satoru Gojo was famous on the internet was an understatement. With thirteen million followers on Twitch, a YouTube channel full of viral clips, and a legion of fans who followed him everywhere, he was basically a digital celebrity. No one would’ve imagined that the guy with the “just woke up” face and loud laugh would make it this far—least of all, him.

Gojo had started streaming a couple of years ago, at first as a joke. He uploaded short clips playing with his friends, no cam, just a voice that sounded way too confident for someone constantly losing in Valorant. But everything changed the moment he decided to turn on his camera and show his face—then the internet fell at his feet. There was something about him… that mix of shameless charm, zero embarrassment, and a cocky smile that seemed custom-made to break hearts through the screen.

Now, he streamed four times a week, usually at night, starting around 8 p.m. and sometimes staying on past midnight. Mondays were for “chatting with chat,” as he liked to say—sometimes he didn’t even play, just commented on random stuff, reacted to videos, and laughed at the dumbest comments. Wednesdays were shooter days: Valorant, Overwatch 2, sometimes a little Call of Duty. Fridays were for story-driven games like Detroit: Become Human or Until Dawn, where he screamed like it was the end of the world every time a character died. Sundays were pure chaos: games with followers, silly challenges, and an outrageous amount of bits flying across the screen.

His room was part of the charm. The camera always showed the same angle: Gojo in his white gamer chair, wearing black headphones that contrasted with his messy white hair. Behind him, a wall decorated with blue LED lights, shelves packed with Funkos and little figurines, and a giant plushie of a cat with a suspicious face that always made an appearance at some point during the stream. Sometimes he wore sunglasses, just “for the drama.” Other times he showed up with wet hair, like he’d just gotten out of the shower and couldn’t care less. Always in oversized T-shirts or hoodies, most of them printed with memes or ridiculous quotes like “you won because I let you.”

That Monday night, he was in his usual talking stream. Almost 580,000 people were tuned in.

—Hey, hey, wait, wait —Gojo spoke with a lazy smile, leaning back in his chair—. Why are you saying that if I let my hair grow longer I look like a chaotic elf? Respect!

The chat was going a thousand miles an hour, emojis, conspiracy theories about whether he slept more than three hours a day. Affectionate insults, threats of eternal love, greetings from countries he didn’t even remember visiting. All the usual stuff.

Gojo slowly spun his chair from side to side while finishing adjusting his headset. He wore a gray hoodie with a stretched neck, like he had put it on without looking. His hair, messier than ever, fell disorderly over his forehead, and the dark glasses rested on the tip of his nose, letting his eyes peek over with a mischievous smile.

—Okay, let’s see, what do we have today?

@ILoveYouSoWhat: DO YOU SLEEP OR JUST EXIST?

@LoveRamen: I dreamed about you last night and woke up sad

@GojoEndMe: why are you so handsome today? Stop making me suffer

@SayHiOrIExplode: SAY SOMETHING, SENSEI, SAY SOMETHINGGG

—But I haven’t said anything and you’re all already upset! —he laughed, resting his elbows on the desk while reading the chaos on screen—. Weren’t I unbearable? Weren’t you all over it already?

@ShinyHair: yes, but your existence drags us

@MyPaleKing: you’re too close to the camera. My knees are shaking

@GojoFanClub: speaking for everyone when I say I hate you lovingly

—Wow. Strong statements for a Monday —he replied, raising an eyebrow—. I wake up, turn on the stream, gift you this beauty in 4K and all I get are threats and confused love declarations.

@StopThisMan: I can’t take this man anymore

@VirtualKiss: your existence is emotional violence

Gojo burst out laughing and leaned back, letting his chair squeak dramatically.

—See why I don’t stream every day? I need time to emotionally recover from the bullying you all do to me. Where’s the sincere affection? Where’s the pure love?

@BlindLove: I do love you, even if you’re unbearable

@ProfGojo: sincere affection? You only understand chaos

@BiteMeGojo: you give me love and trauma at the same time

—Love and trauma? What a strong phrase to put on a t-shirt! Wait... I’m going to write that down!

He made the dramatic gesture of writing with an invisible pen, as if he really had a notebook at hand.

—“Love and trauma since 199... well, since a few years ago. With love, Satoru.”

@IWantThatShirt: I’ll buy it RIGHT NOW

@AdorableMenace: stop monetizing our mental health

—But you all come to me! I didn’t even go looking for you. I was calm, playing calmly, and suddenly I wake up with thousands of you yelling “hit me or kiss me,” what am I supposed to do with that?!

@LetUsLoveYou: just kiss us all already

@GimmeStreamGimmeLife: we chose you as our favorite trauma

Gojo snapped his fingers, pointing at the screen as if he could really see them.

—Now I understand why my psychologist always seems so exhausted when I see him. He looks at me like “I don’t get paid enough to listen to what you tell me.”

@SatoruSpillIt: that’s because you didn’t tell him you’re a streamer

@SpicyTeaTime: does your psychologist know you’re a streamer?

—Of course. It was his idea, actually. He told me: “Maybe you should channel that need for attention in a healthier way.” And look at me now! Surrounded by thousands of strangers yelling things at me... total emotional healing.

@SawYouFirst: so it was the psychologist’s idea... we love him

@TherapistOfThePeople: thanks for everything, doc

He stayed silent for a moment, watching the number of viewers keep rising. It was already over 670,000 live. He noticed, but didn’t comment on it. He just smiled.

—Hey… can I ask something?

The chat paused for just a second. Just enough for someone to write:

@AskSensei: obviously, whatever you want

—Do you all watch all my streams? Like, every single one? Or is there someone here who just arrived, like, casually?

@CameFromTikTok: you showed up in an edit and now I can’t escape

@FromApexWithLove: I’ve been here since they were killing you in the lobby

@NoviceInLove: I came for a clip and stayed for your face

@NoEscape: I arrived yesterday and already sold my soul

—Ha! I love you guys. Well, not literally. Imagine if I could say that without legal consequences… “Streamer marries 13 million people.” Can you imagine? My big digital wedding. The first kiss would be delayed.

@IWannaBeTheBrideNumberOne: I want to be bride number one!

@LetThemKiss: can you kiss through the stream?

@ToxicMoon: no, but I can kiss the screen anyway

Gojo brought his hand to his chest with a hurt expression.

—You’re killing me. This is no longer bullying: it’s emotional homicide. And you know what’s worst? I like it. I’m an accomplice.

@ToxicButLoyal: we’re your favorite crime

@LaughButConfess: you laugh a lot but don’t say if you have a girlfriend

The comment went by fast. Almost unnoticed. But he read it.

And he didn’t answer immediately.

He just stared at the screen a little longer than usual, with a half frozen, half amused smile. The silence didn’t last even three seconds, but on the internet that’s eternal.

@I_SAW_IT: he saw it… he read it… and stayed silent

@WE_DONT_BELIEVE_YOU: there it is, the silence gave him away

@MAKE_HIM_CONFESS: don’t run away, bald guy with powers

Gojo squinted. Tilted his head. Then chuckled softly.

—See how you are? One thing is to call me handsome, and another to corner me like this is a live trial. What’s next? Bringing a lawyer to the stream?

@ChatAccuses: Satoru Gojo, accused of hiding love information

@WE_DEMAND_PROOF: Do you have a girlfriend or not?

@NOBODY_BELIEVES_YOU: this man is way too happy to be single

Gojo clicked his tongue, spun in his chair, covered his face with one hand, and murmured:

—And so, ladies and ladies… the war has begun.

The silence barely lasted a second. Maybe two. Then, as if someone had pressed a giant red button, the chat exploded into absolute chaos.

@SugarCookie: Don’t tell me you have a girlfriend.

@DonutKarma: What war? What did you do, Satoru?

@TenderRamen: YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?! WHAT WAR?

@GojoTheories: The one who stays silent… has a girlfriend.

@SadEyes: Is what I’m reading real or am I projecting?

Satoru raised both eyebrows as he read the messages flying across the screen. The monitor’s glow reflected in his eyes, now sparkling with pure amusement. He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head with a dangerous smile on his lips.

—But what does one thing have to do with the other? —he said in a relaxed tone, though not hiding the laugh escaping from the corner of his mouth—. I was talking about the emotional war unleashed in this stream… who mentioned girlfriends?

@EmoPanda: WHAT WAR? THE EMOTIONAL ONE YOU’RE CAUSING ME?!

@LoggingOff: Gojo, DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?

@SpiritualSandal: CONFIRM OR DENY, NOW.

@FuriousPikachu: don’t evade the question, master

He let out a full laugh, with that laugh of his that seemed contagious even if you had no idea what was going on. He turned his chair a bit, moving closer to the microphone, as if he really had something important to confess.

—What if I do? —he asked boldly, raising an eyebrow—. What if I do have one?

@InnocentMe: CRY WITH ME

@DestroyedFan: I don’t know how to deal with this

@RealSandal: Don’t make me throw the sandal, Gojo

@ShockedRabbit: Are you telling me I was THE OTHER without knowing?

He rubbed the back of his neck with a half guilty, half delighted smile. Like he was enjoying every second of this collective reaction.

—Come on, it’s not that big a deal. —He shrugged with a dramatic sigh—. I just said “what if I do?” I haven’t confirmed anything, technically.

@Conspiracy3000: That’s what someone WHO HAS a girlfriend would say

@DramaQueen: the one who doubts, HAS

@DisappointedCake: I’m listening to Taylor Swift while reading this

@NotNormal: You said it. You sold yourself out, Gojo

Satoru rested his elbows on the table, intertwined his fingers, and rested his chin on his hands. He looked at the screen as if the whole world was judging him in an interrogation room. His lips formed a sly, almost tender smile, but in his gaze there was a spark of mischief no one was going to put out.

—Since when is having a partner a federal crime? —he murmured, in a mock victim tone—. I literally just said “what if I do,” and now they want to exile me.

@NoPeaceSinceToday: I just wanted to watch you play. Now I’m in therapy.

@BackgroundNetflix: This is better than any series

@NotAJoke: Say it. Just say it. Do you have a girlfriend or not?

And that’s when he decided.

He closed his eyes for a second, took a breath, and then leaned even closer to the mic, as if about to tell the biggest secret of his life. He spoke with a soft, sincere voice… but without losing the humor.

—Yes.

He dropped it with such dangerous calm it seemed scripted. Then shrugged, as if he hadn’t just destroyed thousands of hearts with a single word.

—Yes, I have a girlfriend. For six years.

The chat froze for a fraction of a second before going into spontaneous combustion.

@AreYouKiddingMe: error 404

@IAlreadyLeft: Nope. It can’t be. It’s not real.

@BrokenFantasy: SIX? SIX YEARS? SIX YEARS.

@MomI’mCrying: don’t talk to me, I’m mourning

@MySoulHurts: I felt like running in the rain

— I know, I know — he said, raising his hands in a pacifying gesture that didn’t help at all —. It all happened very fast… six years ago. I met her, I fell in love, and since then, here we are. And it’s not like I wanted to hide her, okay? It’s just that… you all are intense. Look at you right now.

He laughed alone seeing how fast the chat was moving. The chaos. The suffering. And yet, there was affection behind it all. That was the price of being loved by so many people: even good news hurt.

— She lives with me, puts up with me, makes me laugh… and she cooks better than anyone. I adore her. A lot. And no, I didn’t make her up. This is not a marketing plan or a strategy for a movie. It’s real.

@CollectivePanic: I’m dizzy.

@CollectivePanic: I’m sweating.

@CollectivePanic: I fell off the couch.

@ShockedCat: What do you mean SHE LIVES WITH YOU?

@BrokenHeart: I lost the light in my eyes

@I’mLeaving: This is my last stream, it was an honor

— What did you expect? That I would live alone and eat instant ramen my whole life?

He put a hand on his chest as if he really felt hurt.

— You don’t believe me! Do you really not believe me? After everything we’ve shared?

@DoubleStandard: I can’t be happy for you if I’m not the one

@IDon’tBelieveYouGojo: LIAR. I DON’T BELIEVE YOU.

@That’sFake: Gojo, you don’t know what true love is

@HaterButLoyal: This is a phase. Tomorrow he’ll deny it.

He laughed, the kind of laugh he only let out when everything seemed like an eternal joke.

— Want an official announcement? A blood-signed document? A romantic stream by candlelight?

@YourExInSilence: YES

@GiveItToMeNOW: Let her come. Let her confirm it. NOW!

@DeluxeBetrayal: Proof, Satoru. We want proof.

He leaned back, settling into that expression like he had everything under control. Like he’d been waiting all night for this moment.

— No, not yet — he said, winking —. You haven’t begged me enough.

@FuriousAndUnited: WE BEG ON OUR KNEES, DADDY

@FuryKiss: LET US MEET THE QUEEN

@ShockedHeart: I don’t know whether to cry or applaud

— That’s why I never tell you anything — he murmured, shaking his head with a charming smile —. They literally put me on trial the moment I open my mouth. This is an emotional court with no neutral jury.

@YouAskedForIt: Guilty. No way out.

@InnocenceIsOver: This is my last stream

— Well, now you know. I have a girlfriend. Six years. It’s real. She’s beautiful. She’s mine. And I’m not going to show her. Not yet. — He leaned toward the camera, winking cheekily —. And the best part is… this is just the beginning.

The chat kept roaring like an endless storm. Hearts were broken, fingers typed as if trying to pierce through the screen, and Satoru… he simply enjoyed it. You could tell. That playful sparkle in his eyes was like a mischievous child nobody could stop.

@DetectiveFan: OK. LET’S START THE INVESTIGATION

@BestFriendWhoDoesn’tSuspect: IS SHE BLONDE?

@BetrayedButLoyal: GOJO, IS SHE PRETTY?

@EyesLikeTheSky: tell me if she has light eyes or I’ll die

Satoru let out a mischievous giggle and tilted his head, resting his cheek against the back of his hand while watching the messages flood the screen.

—Hmm… —he made a thoughtful sound, as if truly evaluating something important—. Want to know about her?

@Everyone: YES!!

@NowRightNow: TELL US EVERYTHING

@ConfessNow: GOJO, I BEG YOU

He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, pretending to be indecisive.

—Okay. But let’s play. If you guess her hair color… I’ll say something about her. Only one thing per correct guess, okay?

@PinkHair: PINK!

@BlackLikeMySoul: BLACK

@SilverLikeYou: SILVER LIKE YOURS

@RedheadPlease: REDHEAD!

@SurelyBlonde: She’s blonde, my soul tells me

@FantasticRainbow: She’s bald

Satoru watched each message pass with a raised eyebrow, as if silently judging. He smiled with clenched teeth and shook his head.

—No, no, no. Everyone is pretty far off… Although that one from “@FantasticRainbow” made me laugh —he shrugged—. Anything else? Anyone else want to try?

@IneverFail: DARK REDHEAD

@MyIdealMotherInLaw: BLACK WITH BLUE HIGHLIGHTS

@DetectiveChestnut: BROWN

And there, he said it. He heard it. Well, he read it. He paused. His eyes opened a little wider, that subtle way he has only when caught. A laugh escaped him before he could control it, soft and playful.

—Aha… —he whispered to the microphone—. We have a winner.

@NOOOO: WHAT? WHO? WHICH ONE WAS IT?

@REPEATIT: I DIDN’T SEE! I DIDN’T SEE!

@STOPEVERYTHING: SOMEONE GOT IT RIGHT!

Satoru let out a louder laugh, dropped his head back for a second, then looked directly at the camera again.

—Yes. Brown. Bingo.

@IMDEAD: I’M SAYING GOODBYE TO THE WORLD

@IWANTTHATINFO: TELL THE TRUTH, YOU PROMISED

@GOSSIPWITHPRIZE: GOJO, SPILL IT

Satoru rested his elbows on the desk, laced his fingers, and looked at the camera with a smile that melts hearts.

—Okay. One truth about her… Every time I get sick, doesn’t matter if it’s a silly cold, or I just sneeze three times a day… she makes me soup. A special one. It has ginger, onion, carrot, sometimes rice. And she knows exactly how long to boil it to heal me. It never fails. Never.

@SOULHEALER: I want to die of love

@IWANTTHATSOUPE: Do you have the recipe?

@SHE’SMYIDOLNOW: MAKE HER A SAINT!

—Another round, want it? —he said in a lower, playful voice, as if he knew the chat had no escape—. What if now you guess… her eye color?

@BlueLikeMyHeart: BLUE!

@SorceressGreen: GREEN!

@BlackLikeMyShadow: BLACK

@RedLikeMyEnvy: I DON’T KNOW BUT I WANT THEM TO BE RED

@Violet: VIOLET, obviously

@SweetCoffee: Brown

Another pause. A slow smile formed on Satoru’s lips, who barely bit his lower lip.

—Look at that! Again… someone got it right.

@WHOWASIT: SAY IT!

@IDIDNTSEE: WHO SAID IT?

—Brown. —The word came out soft, with sincere affection—. A brown that changes with the light. Sometimes it looks like honey, sometimes like wet earth. They’re… pretty —he admitted quietly, lowering his gaze only a second before regaining composure—. Another truth, then.

He stretched in his chair, as if thinking a bit.

—She doesn’t let me leave without breakfast. Never. And when I try, she crosses her arms at the door and won’t let me pass. She says, “You won’t last five minutes like that.” And she’s right. Always right.

@I'MCHILLING: HOW DO I BECOME HER?

@IWANTTOBEBREAKFAST: I DON'T EVEN CARE THAT MUCH ABOUT MYSELF

@MARRIAGEIN4MONTHS: I MARRY THEM

And suddenly, BOOM! The screen exploded with violet lights and digital fireworks.

@IDONTBELIEVEYOU just dropped the bomb: 💥 20,000 bits 💥 The message came with pure venom: @IDONTBELIEVEYOU: I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY. I. DO. NOT. BELIEVE. YOU. I won't believe it until she comes and says it with her VOICE. WE WANT TO HEAR HER! CALL HER NOW, GOJO!

The chat collapsed as if someone had kicked a beehive.

@OHMYGOD: AAAAAAAA

@THISISASECT: THIS GOT SERIOUS

@BIGDONATION: YOU DON'T PLAY WITH 20K BITS

@MYSOULSCREAMED: THE VOICE! THE VOICE!

Satoru opened his eyes as if he'd been challenged to the world gossip finals. He leaned back in his chair, making a face like "Are you seriously doing this to me?"... then he smiled.

— Well, well... — he said, looking at the camera like he was talking to an accomplice.

Someone wants audio proof.

The chat went on fire.

@CALLCALLNOW: I'M NERVOUS AND I'M NOT EVEN HER

@WEARECRAZY: WHAT IF HE ANSWERS SWEETLY?

@IWILLDIEHAPPY: WHAT IF HE SAYS "LOVE"?

Satoru was already pulling out his phone. With one hand he unlocked it, swiped to your contacts, and there was your name, with a bow emoji and a pink heart.

He typed. He called. Speakerphone.

— If you don't answer... they're going to burn me alive — he murmured, amused.

A couple of rings, and then:

— Hi? — your voice, unprepared, so natural, so you.

Satoru straightened up a bit, a smile already fixed and a mischievous look.

— Love, where are you?

— At Zara — you said, unaware you were being listened to by thousands of lost souls.

I'm between two dresses, one makes my legs look beautiful, the other is very short. What are you doing?

Silence. TOTAL silence.

Satoru looked straight at the camera. He didn’t explain anything. He just said with a calm smile:

— Nothing. I just wanted to hear you — he replied, with that low, honeyed voice reserved only for you.

And that’s when hell broke loose.

@NOOOOOOOOOOO: HE SAID LOVE LIVE ON AIR!

@IGOTOUTOFTHISWORLD: THAT VOICE. THAT VOICE. THAT VOICE.

@INEEDAIR: SHE'S AT ZARA AND HE CALLS HER. WHY IS THIS SO REAL?

@ICRYFORTHEM: SHE SAID “WHAT ARE YOU DOING” AND HE ANSWERED “NOTHING.” THEY’RE DESTROYING ME

@20KBITSWELLSPENT: IT WAS WORTH EVERY BIT. EVERY SINGLE ONE.

@SHOPPINGQUEEN: SHE’S SHOPPING AND HE CALLS TO HEAR HER VOICE? SHUT UP, I’M CRYING IN PUBLIC!

@IMBREAKING: WHO SAYS “I JUST WANTED TO HEAR YOU”? WHO DOES THAT AND SURVIVES?

@HAPPYLIVES: THAT’S IT. THIS IS A DRAMA. THIS IS NOT REAL.

@LOVEONLOUDSPEAKER: I NEED TO BE LOVED LIKE THIS. HOW DO YOU DO IT?

@THISISNOTADRILL: GOJO, STOP. YOU’RE GOING TO KILL HALF THE FANDOM

@OFFICIALLYDECLARE: HER VOICE IS SOFT. HE LISTENS LIKE IT’S A PRIVILEGE

— Are you busy? — you asked, not knowing your voice had just been archived by thousands of people in their brains and hearts forever.

— For you, never — he said with a little smile, resting his elbow on the table like this was an intimate video call... and not a stream watched by over a hundred thousand people.

@IMDEAD: HE SAID “FOR YOU, NEVER.” FOR YOU, NEVER!!!!!

@BREATHEFORGOD: LIVE FLIRTING. PUBLIC FLIRTING. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

@HEROESOFMYHEART: I THOUGHT I WAS IN GOJO’S STREAM, NOT IN A LOVE STORY

— I’m just... at Zara. I saw something I thought you’d like — you kept saying, while the world melted in real time.

— What?

— A white shirt, one of those you like.

@SHEKNOWSWHATSHELIKES: SHE KNOWS WHAT SHIRTS HE LIKES!!!

@STOPEVERYTHING: WHO AUTHORIZED HER TO BE THIS PERFECT?

@GOJOSWIFECONFIRMED: NO DOUBT LEFT. THIS WOMAN EXISTS AND HAS HIM IN LOVE

— Send me a photo — he said, completely shameless, ignoring that the entire world was listening to every word with teary eyes.

— Okay, but don’t ignore me, okay? — you whispered sweetly.

— Never — and the monitor in front of him reflected for a second that silly, in-love smile.

@IMSOFEDUP: ENOUGH!!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE

@LOVEEXISTS: IF THEY EXIST, LOVE DOES TOO

@BREATHETOGETHER: SERIOUSLY, STOP. I’M CRYING IN THE WORK BATHROOM

— Did you buy anything yet or are you still doubting as always? — he joked, leaning further back in the chair.

— I’m looking... there’s a pretty dress too, but I don’t know which of the three to pick — you answered with a little laugh.

— Everything you wear looks spectacular. Literally. Everything — he replied without thinking twice.

@IMSCREAMING: HOW CAN I GET SOMETHING LIKE THAT?

@BREATHEWITHME: I’M. H-Y-P-E-R-V-E-N-T-I-L-A-T-I-N-G.

@EVERYTHINGCONFIRMED: THEY CALL, THEY FLIRT, THEY KNOW EACH OTHER’S CLOTHES… THEY’RE MARRIED, END

— How dramatic — you replied, though he could already imagine your smile, and that was enough for him.

— Dramatic, but sincere.

@StopThis: THE TONE. THE TONE. HOW DO YOU TALK TO SOMEONE LIKE THAT AND STILL BE ALIVE?

@NowEverythingMakesSense: THAT’S WHY THEY CURE WITH YOUR SOUP. BECAUSE YOU TALK LIKE THAT

— Do you want me to buy you something? — you asked, switching to sweet mode like nothing happened.

— Yes. But only if you send me a photo of you trying it on.

@ImBurningUp: OH PLEASE! HOW EMBARRASSING, GOJO!

@I’mShaking: THIS IS PRIVATE NOW. WE’RE IN HIS LIVING ROOM WITHOUT PERMISSION

@GojoNoFilter: HE’S ON STREAM, HE FORGOT!

— Satoru… — your voice sounded between amused and exasperated — Now that I remember, weren’t you doing something?

There was a brief silence.

Then he burst out laughing.

— Ah, right — he said between laughs — I was on stream.

@NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO: THEY TOLD HIM!!! SHE DIDN’T KNOW!!!!

@DeadlyGojo: SATORU!!! YOU CALLED HER LIVE AND SHE DIDN’T KNOW???

@That’sWhyIt’sReal: IT’S SO REAL SHE DIDN’T EVEN REMEMBER SHE HAD AN AUDIENCE

@100KWitnesses: WE WERE HERE. WITNESSES TO THIS ROMANTIC MOVIE

— WHAT? YOU’RE ON STREAM!? — you asked, stopping dead.

— Yup — he answered, totally shameless — Six hundred eighty thousand people just fell in love with you, just so you know.

@Confirmed: OFFICIAL. WE ALL FELL IN LOVE

@SheOwnsEverything: THE VOICE. THE WAY HE TALKS TO HER. THE SWEETNESS. IT SWEPT ME AWAY

@NowWeGetHer: AND WE WERE CRITICIZING. YOU DESERVE GOJO, QUEEN

— Oh, Satoru… how embarrassing. — Your voice was soft, nervous, but sweet.

— Embarrassed? Everyone’s dead in love with you. They just asked me to propose to you live.

@IAlreadySaidIt: CONFIRMED, HE PROPOSES ON THE NEXT STREAM

@SatoruAndHer: I’M NOT INTERESTED IN ANY OTHER COUPLE NOW

— Hang up already, dummy — you whispered laughing, and he nodded with a soft smile.

— See you at home, love. I love you.

— Me too.

And he hung up.

For a moment, he said nothing. He just stared at the screen with a silly smile on his lips, while the chat kept exploding.

@ThatWasTooMuch: I’M GOING TO LAY DOWN ON THE FLOOR

@StreamOfTheDecade: THIS STREAM SHOULD WIN AN AWARD

@GonnaMuteMyself: I NEED TO PROCESS ALL THIS

— Well… — Satoru finally broke the silence with a mischievous tone — I think that was enough emotional trauma for today, right?

@INeedMore: NO, DON’T CLOSE. MORE, MORE, MORE

@NoHealingYet: WE NEED GROUP THERAPY RIGHT NOW

— See you on the next stream, chat. I don’t know if we’ll get over this… but we’ll try.

And with one last smile, he ended the broadcast.

Black screen. Chat crashing. Hearts exploding.

And somewhere in the world, you smiled unaware you had left half the planet in love with you.

[halo-chainsaw]

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The patreon podcast is out, and I have just finished listening to it!

I decided to write down some notes for those who are interested but do not have the patreon. It's a long one, but I picked out what I thought would be important + silly moments here n there

Podcast is recorded the morning of Dream's video (I'm sorry but not to Tommyinnit)

Tommy called his mom about the situation first, discussing about how it was awful (pre reddit post)

Harry wrote the "you can call me anything but do not call me poor" LOL

Tommy didn't watch the dream stream but read a synopsis, and he said that was enough

He's spoken to Dream privately several times (starting 2023), all his friends told him that dream was taking advantage of him, but he wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt

He has told dream to change how he acts, and dream has refused. Has had conversations like this multiple times.

Told dream in a conversation he was no longer speaking to him and was no longer talking to him after he talked to his mom. Was previously ignoring him but blocked him outright.

After his dream v quackity sketch dream sent him awful and mean messages.

Jack and Tommy are pissed off about people saying to "resolve it privately". They have tried multiple times to solve things privately, but Dream will take things public.

Jack had a 2 hour long call with dream on jack's DADS BIRTHDAY??? and it was about why he didn't like dream, and about dream's allegations.

the "Jack mentions Dream" account bothers Jack since its a bunch of indirect things, and him responding to messages rather than him just bringing Dream up.

Dream says Jack spreads rumors about him.

Jack does not think dream is a p*dophile, but he finds the situation(s) he was in wildly inappropriate.

Dream showed everyone his evidence against the grooming allegations in the DreamSMP discord. Jack said he told Dream it weirded him out, because either way, he was still messaging a fan, and it pissed Dream off.

Jack flat out calls Dream "stupid".

He's very pissed about the "unfaithful" rumor, and he's very vocal about it for a minute.

Jack reiterates the editor story with the 50 quid

They point out how the Dream ignores the George and Caiti situation, along with clipping Tubbo out of context.

"I can't believe he thought he could win by just lying. Especially when you've got a reputation of lying." -Jack (paraphrased/two different sentences put together)

Tommy says the video were for him, not everyone else. Makes a jab about Dream unable to use media literacy.

Tommy says Dream knows what he's talking about when he refers to misogyny. That there's so much more behind the scenes, that it's miserable.

Tommy says he doesn't want to do any of this anymore, that it's pointless. He says Youtube doesn't make him happy, that he doesn't fit in, and he wants to be done. He will still be posting to Youtube because he loves making videos, but he doesn't want to be part of the Youtube sphere/culture. He wants to be a proper comedian.

"I might as well go down sayin' what I fuckin' mean." -Tommy

brings up the "putting others down", Tommy reiterates how he's been very kind/warm to everyone, but if someone famous is being an asshole he's gonna make a joke about it. "That's what I've done with Logan, done to you, and what I'm going to continue to do."

Tommy calls him one of the most self indulgent and exhausting people he's ever met.

Brings up Dream calling him the internet police, he says that he's just sick of the bullshit. "When I see it, say it."

Tommy reiterates he can't do this much longer, that it's all pointless. Dream is just doing what he's been doing for years. He is not proud of dream and he doesn't respect him. Tells him straight to "Fuck off".

Tommy would talk to Jack, unsure if what was happening with Dream was odd/bad or not. He's a little relieved that it's in the public eye now.

Jack talks about how everyone on the server is talking against him, that no one is defending him. They've all known he's awful.

Tommy says he felt close to Dream, so he struggled with seeing the bad actions he had done. He felt skewed/manipulated.

Tommy tells a story about back when he was 14, he would annoy people in Hypixel by lobby spamming. One day he heads into a streamer's chat that he looked up to and said hello. the streamer, who was about 20 at the time, tore into him, calling him the R slur and many other horrible things. He said he felt heartbroken and shaken up. "Shit like this just happens along the way, and it's miserable, but like- for me, I just keep remindin' myself "this isn't the first time I've done this"."

Jack tried to make his disassociation as public as possible, he had told Dream to his face (during the allegations) in the DreamSMP discord that he did not want to be associated with him anymore.

Talks about how people still group DreamSMP members with Dream, and how they think every member is bad due to Dream's actions, and he's tired of it.

He doesn't like how public everything is, but he's glad people can finally see that they don't like Dream.

Tommy, from now on, is telling everyone how he feels. He's going to be blatant. (if that's what i understood from a comment he made)

Jack is still shocked that Dream chose that moment of all things to jump in. They have made comments here and there but Dream never said anything.

Jack talks about a part in his stream where he says something along the lines of "I'd understand this type of outburst if we had been bullying im for weeks and weeks. But we haven't been. Nor would that make it okay." And then someone on twitter said "Jack just admitted that they'd been bullying Dream non stop for weeks and he's proud of it!!!!" Jack says he can't believe people's ability to misinterpret.

Tommy saw Tubbo dissecting Dream's stream for 7 hours and knew that was the point it was becoming ridiculous.

Jack blatantly calls out how Dream uses manipulation tactics in how he speaks to the public. Tommy calls it painful for him to watch because it's what Dream had done to him and others in private.

Jack goes back to Dream's stream, talking about their phone call together, about how it was disingenuous and weird to bring up publicly. He says there are things he can't talk about publicly that formed his opinion.

"I just think he's like an impossibly self-indulgent, selfish man, who thinks everyone's on his own time." -Tommy

Jack thought Dream was purposefully being negligent in the way he would speak, and while he still is, he is seeing that a lot of it also comes from Dream not being able to pick up on social cues and norms. Though, he also reiterates that it doesn't excuse his awful behavior.

"I don't get how he can't listen to anyone else." -Tommy

Both of them have talked to Dream multiple times about how he acts and he never listens. Not even just them, they say "We all have really tried", which implies more members of the SMP or other personal friends.

"He doesn't seem to feel very much empathy for the pain he's caused, and if I was in his shoes- I don't know where his guilt is." -Tommy

They talk about his inability to apologize and how they can't understand it. Tommy gets a little heated. Dream has given them empty apologies and goes to do the same things again. They talk about how he doubles down over and over until no one sides with him, that's when he apologizes.

Jack calls Dream dismissive, and how its obvious that he doesn't care.

Tommy implores the audience to not imagine these dramas as Youtubers doing it, but to imagine their friends doing these things. Youtubers are not above others, there's no difference. The only difference is responsibility.

Jack points out how it's odd that they decide to post these things. It shows that they just double down on their awful actions.

Tommy ends by saying he doesn't want to continue this, but if there are things that need to be said then they will be, but on the Patreon.

Jack says he is done as well, that he's done with all his serious points, but he will be making jokes here and there. He won't be joking about rumors, but things that actually happened.

"Anyway, back to writing!" "Guys, let's all get back to coding."

[willowsnook]

When Love is Left Unspoken

max verstappen x reader

she isn't you i'd be insane not to love you

request from @formulaal

Pt. 2 here

"Alright, one more question from the chat," you said into your mic, scanning for a good one. One caught your eye, and you began reading it aloud before realizing it would reveal something from your past. “Would you choose a guy over your best friend?”

Laughing humorlessly, you looked into the camera with a tight smile. “Anyone who’s been here for a while knows how relevant that question is to my life. But my answer hasn’t changed: if you’re choosing a romantic partner over your best friend, you can get fucked. Thanks for tuning in, everyone. See you around.”

Logging off, you grabbed your water bottle and headed to the kitchen to refill it. Checking your phone, you smiled at the stats from the stream—10k of your fans tuning in tonight was a big turnout. You’d gone viral on BookTok back in 2020, and now, your book podcast had a solid following. Normally, BookTok didn’t bring huge numbers, but thanks to your former best friend, your popularity had skyrocketed. As grateful as you were, his part in your success irritated you now.

Then a notification popped up on your screen, and you rolled your eyes.

MV: Nice stream.

You: Fuck off

MV: Glad I’m still living rent-free in your head.

You: Glad you got permission to text me.

You threw your phone down on the counter, boiling inside. Nobody got under your skin like he could, especially after 20 years of knowing exactly how to do it. Growing up, it hadn’t always been this way. At 10, you’d moved with your family to the Netherlands, right next door to the Verstappens. Max quickly became your best friend, your weekends spent watching him kart. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine things would end like this.

You met Kelly in 2018 at a race Max invited you to. Right away, you got weird vibes. She looked at Max like a toy she had to have. It was creepy, especially given the nine-year age gap. By 2019, they were dating, and she made it clear she didn’t like you, refusing to acknowledge your existence. That led to rocky times between you and Max; he always had excuses to avoid seeing you. When you were together, he seemed tense, as if being watched.

Everything fell apart in Australia 2021.

Flashback

Max invited you to the first race of the 2021 season, though you almost didn’t go. It felt obligatory, as if he invited you just because you’d never missed an opening race. You hadn’t seen him all winter, just exchanging quick holiday texts. Walking into the paddock, you felt a strange sense of finality, like this might be the last one.

Spotting Carmen outside Mercedes, you walked over and hugged her. As you stepped back, she looked worried.

“What’s up?”

She hesitated. “I thought you should know, Kelly’s been saying some nasty things about you around the paddock. No one believes her, but… I wanted you to know.”

“What is she saying?” you asked, heart sinking.

“She’s calling you pathetic, saying you’re still pining over your childhood crush and using Max to become an influencer,” she said softly, looking at you with sympathy.

“You’re joking,” you said, anger simmering. She shook her head.

“Can I be real with you?” She asked, and you nodded. “I love you and George loves you and honestly, everyone does. But I will accept not seeing you here anymore if you finally realize that Max is not being a good friend to you. And he hasn’t been for a long time.”

Eyes filling with tears, you let her words sink in. She was right, but admitting it was brutal. Maybe staying around him was just self-inflicted pain.

You found Max later, pulling him aside.

“I only have a few minutes, so make it quick,” he said, barely looking at you. Seeing him like this, you realized that the man in front of you wasn’t your best friend anymore.

“Your girlfriend’s telling people I’m a pathetic loser here to use you for fame,” you said, voice flat.

“I don’t believe that,” he mumbled, avoiding your eyes.

“Really?” you laughed bitterly. “You don’t believe that from your girlfriend—the one who’s disliked me since day one?”

“Seems like you have something to say, Y/N. Just say it,” he replied, finally looking at you.

“There was a time in my life where I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live without you. But now I’m living it. Have the past ten years been nothing to you? All it took was an older woman to bat her eyelashes at you and that was it?”

He opened his mouth, but you cut him off.

“I’m not going to stand here and tell you that we had a good run and that I wish you the best. Fuck you. Fuck you for choosing her over me and fuck you for even letting it have to be a choice. I hate you.”

End of Flashback

That was the last time you had spoken to him. There were no texts or calls after that; his life just went on like normal while you felt like you were dying inside. You had thrown yourself into your work after that and now had over a million followers and subscribers to your podcast. You’d stayed friends with Carmen but hadn’t returned to a race since that day. You had tried to block the memory of that day from your mind, but when you were low, one thing always resurfaced in your mind. Kelly was right about you pining after your childhood crush. You had been in love with Max back then. How could you not be?

Then Carmen invited you to the Austin GP, and after much persuasion, you finally agreed. Thanks to your online following, you flew down with her, officially a Mercedes guest. Wearing Mercedes colors felt like poetic justice.

When you entered the paddock, a wave of nostalgia and sadness hit you. But it disappeared as you saw familiar faces you’d missed over the years.

"Y/N!" Alex called, arms open. Hugging him, you sighed, realizing how much you’d missed everyone. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Me too,” you admitted before greeting Lily, who gushed over your podcast and joked about being a guest. As you laughed with her, you noticed Alex subtly trying to block your view. Looking over, you saw Max walking by. He did a double take, but you turned back to Lily, ignoring his stare.

Later, as you waited for a coffee, you overheard Checo’s wife and Fernando’s girlfriend chatting.

“I heard Max and Kelly broke up,” Melissa said.

“Oh yeah, it’s been a few months,” Carola replied, shrugging. “Apparently, he was in love with someone else the whole time.”

You smirked. So Kelly finally experienced what it felt like to be second choice.

The race came and went, and you successfully avoided Max the entire weekend. You didn’t even think about the possibility of running into him when you accepted Carmen’s invitation to go out that night. George had actually wanted to go out, so you found yourself at a little country bar that night with what seemed to be the whole grid. You felt Max’s gaze the second you walked in, and you were doing a hell of a job ignoring him. Charles was trying to talk to him, looking confused between the two of you, but you didn’t care.

Ordering another gin and tonic you felt him come up next to you and you refused to look over.

“Put hers on mine,” Max said, handing over his card. You tried to leave, but he held out an arm to stop you.

“No ‘thank you’?” he teased, eyes intense.

You glared. “You can have it, then.”

“Stop being difficult,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You look good.”

“Can’t say the same about you,” you shot back, and his expression darkened.

He sighed. “Can we talk?”

“I said everything I needed to say three years ago. Have a good night.”

This time he let you go and you made your way back to Carmen who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“You okay?” She asked, and you nodded.

A little while later, you were sitting at a table talking with Charles with Max hovering close by.

“Max, come sit down,” Charles slurred, and at this point, you were too tipsy to put up a fight about it. “Max is my best friend, ya know?”

“Ah yeah?” You asked head tilting. “Those words don’t mean much coming from him.”

Charles giggled, too drunk to understand what you meant and Max clenched his jaw looking at you.

“Insult me all you want schatje, as long as you’re talking to me I’ll take it,” he said and you didn’t say anything, just stared at him trying to figure out his angle.

“Is this the girl Kelly broke up with you over?” Charles asked and Max whipped his head towards him. “You always had a thing for her, so I told Alex that was my guess.”

Max’s face fell, and you froze. Shock turned into anger as you got up and stormed out. You felt Max following and soon he was in front of you, blocking your path.

“Come on,” he urged, leading you to a nearby park.

“Max, I don’t want to talk,” you said firmly, pulling away.

“I don’t care,” he replied, frustrated. “Tell me what I need to do to fix this.”

You laughed bitterly. “Crawling back because you got dumped? It’s too late.”

“It’s not like that.”

“You made your choice three years ago. Now live with it.”

“You want to know why we broke up?”

“I don’t really give a fuck,” you replied before turning to walk away.

“She isn’t you!” He yelled. Your legs stopped moving as your mind reeled.

Whirling on him you got into his face, “You don’t get to fucking say that to me. Not after all this time. Not after what you put me through. Not after you chose her over me. I was there the whole time Max. Me! I was there! It’s not my fault you didn’t realize that till I was gone.” 

“I realized it long before then,” he said softly, and you took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. Tears were starting to fall, and you looked everywhere but him. 

“Then why?” You whispered, voice cracking. 

“Because I wasn’t good enough for you,” he said laughing sadly to himself. “The pressure was starting to cave in back then and I didn’t want you to see that. I didn’t want to burden you.”

“You were my best friend Max,” you said exasperated. “I would have done anything for you.” 

“It’s easy to see that now,” he said. “But then you were so full of life and starting your little videos that I didn’t want to disappoint you. She understood what I was going through, but I never stopped loving you.” 

“Then why did you still push me away?” 

“I had to do that so that I could try and move on. She knew and she hated that there wasn’t anything she could do to change how I felt about you. I knew what she was saying about you in the paddock, and I knew why she was saying it.” 

His words hit you like a ton of bricks, and it felt like heartbreak all over again. “You knew and you let it happen. You are the worst person I’ve ever known Max Verstappen.”

He was crying now too and the two of you stood staring at one another not saying anything. 

“I would be insane not to love you,” he said softly and it made you cry harder. “So I will do whatever it takes for however long to make up for what I did.” 

He let you go again and you left him there, crying silently as you walked back to the hotel. So many emotions going through your mind paired with confusing feelings. 

Happiness for your 15-year-old self that has wanted to hear those words for so long. 

Sadness for your 21-year-old self reliving those memories. 

And anger at your 24-year-old self for considering letting him make it up to you. 

[cyncerely-bullshit]

when it comes to internet drama, there’s three things I look for:

1: How the accused defends themselves

2: How the accused’s friends defend them

3: How stan accounts defend them

In that order, btw.

If someone is cancelled and makes a genuine apology and very clearly explains that they either didn’t know better or feel genuine remorse, the drama usually ends there. If the internet decides the response was invalid, friends get involved if they truly believe their friend is innocent. After all, the internet doesn’t know them, but their friends? People they speak with everyday? They usually know well enough to speak on if the person deserved to be canceled. Lastly, if the apology was bad and the friends either didn’t step in or made things worse, check the stan accounts. They will almost always pull something up to defend their favorite parasocial relationship. Sometimes they find pretty damning pieces of evidence to support the accused, sometimes they throw shit at the wall and hope it sticks. They bring up points the average person would never even thing to bring up, and sometimes it works in their favor.

Let’s take a look at how these three rules apply to Dream and Tommy, shall we?

Dream:

1: Crashes out live on stream for like 5 hours, brings up a bajillion other things to distract from the original issue, makes a reddit post where he doesn’t apologize for shit then promptly deletes it, calls Tubbo and never once concedes that he may be wrong, belittling what Tubbo says and changing the topic whenever he knows that Tubbo is right and he can’t argue it (also called Tubbo “Tommy” multiple times)

2: None of his friends stepped up. From what i’ve heard a few Spanish streamers spoke on his behalf, but no word from his housemates and closest friends. The way I see it, George can’t defend him because his career is already on the rocks with the Caiti situation (which, if I may remind you, Dream stuck up for George hard and Sapnap [though he wasn’t there] said that he knows George well enough to believe there wasn’t malicious intent [im paraphrasing]). Point is, when a member of the DTeam got cancelled, they banded together as friends, showing they weren’t afraid to defend each other. George likely doesn’t want to put his job in jeopardy by involving himself in more drama, but Sapnap has been silent despite being the least problematic member of the DTeam by a long shot. Even Badboyhalp (who didn’t speak on it directly) talked on stream about how much respect he had for everyone Dream had name dropped and villainized (Tommy, Tubbo, etc) while Dream was in chat.

3: DTeam stans, and Dream stans especially, can be brutal. I have seen what they can pull out to defend their youtubers, if you’re reading this you probably have too, and it’s crazy. So it speaks volumes that their only argument in this case that I’ve seen is the very same one Dream used initially: he’s neurodivergent, he can’t help it. He didn’t know it was wrong, he was genuinely trying to be a good role model to the kids of the server but his autism made him act like that, the essay he sent to Tommy wasn’t manipulative at all, etc. I should not have to explain why this is not an argument in the slightest and shouldn’t even be taken as one. Other than that, there isn’t an edited snapchat photo, message, or post to be argued (at least not on Dream’s side). Dream very clearly did everything and is still arguing that he’s in the right. There is no evidence against him because he’s still talking about not regretting doing anything, so the stans have to argue with what they can.

Tommy:

1: made a short and concise 5 minute video calmly explaining his side and why Dream wasn’t good to him, telling him that the r slur wasn’t a joke and he personally knew good and kind people who were discriminated against with that word and how it isn’t acceptable to be used ever, and telling Dream to take some time off the internet, go to therapy, and spend time with his family.

2: Shout out Tubbo and Jack, the absolute strongest of fighters in this whole thing. For as much as Dream complained about Tommy “manipulating people into hating him,” he didn’t speak on Jack enough. Jack Manifold has not been quiet about his distaste for Dream, and is the one who brought it up on his and Tommy’s podcast. Tommy is the one who was trying to talk about Dream neutrally and change the subject, meanwhile Jack just went off, but somehow according to Dream, Tommy was the one accusing him of things. And Tubbo, the strongest of them all, watching Dream’s whole breakdown with a neutral and (mostly) calm perspective, speaking with him (more like talking at him while he said “let’s move on” or “let’s agree to disagree”) and fighting for his best friend. I’m glad the divorce was amicable. Dream had accusations, Tubbo had logic. It was an easy fight. Also, let’s not forget Ranboo, Philza, Sneegsnag, Aimsey, AverageHarry, Jimmy, Joel, Molly Melinks, Sarah Simons, Rue (Tom’s old roommate), Jonaay, MaxGGs, Kwite, Pokimaine, and many more that sided at the very least against Dream, but mostly against Dream and with Tommy. Also the fact that Dream’s supposed friends like HannahxxRose, VelvetisCake, and Sapnap himself were in Tubbo’s chat during the argument.

3: Ah yes, the 15 million people that got called the r slur. Easiest defense of a celebrity ever, since Tommy did nothing wrong, just defended himself. Even when Dream tried to say he used child labor to make his videos and the editors were underpaid, it wasn’t the fans who defended Tommy, it was the editors themselves. Tommyinnit truly has exactly 1 enemy.

just wanted to get all this off my chest and explain how I deal with internet drama and why this is quite frankly the most non-divided drama i’ve ever seen. I’ve never seen someone so in the wrong be so confident about it, it’s truly baffling.

anyway, back to coding.

[tiktaalic]

catching fire dash simulator

finnicksgirl Follow

my streams have been cutting all season omfg what is going on

caps4finnick Follow

cinnagirl3000 Follow

anybody heard from cinna lately?

plutarcheology Follow

Plutarch Heavensbee circa 2282

revolutionarykatniss

As if it’s not ENOUGH that yall wanna fuck the most morally bankrupt man alive who is more than complicit because he gets paid to live in luxury to ORCHESTRATE the deaths of innocents so that they’re a spectacle and don’t have the option to die even semi peacefully. as if that’s not enough. You wanna fuck him when he’s ugly?

caesarflickerwoman Follow

anyone else still thinking about how caesar and peeta were kinda ..

czrflckmn

Aren’t you the one who had the week long meltdown about peeta being overfamiliar with him

caesarflickerwoman

Well you see I’m gay and a man now

theeclove Follow

already tired of this fucking season of everlark -_- idgaf about the fucking fog

siblingvictors

DISTRICT ONE GONNA SEND THEM A CANCELLATION NOTICE!! #CASHMEREGLOSS4EVER

czrflkmn Follow

everyone looooooves to act like NOTABLE cishet peeta is so gay w caesar as if his gay cohost isn't right there.... slaying in a wig..... sending yearning glances caesar's way right before the camera cuts......

johannadykeson Follow

tbh she’s got the WORST taste in allies idek why i continue to stan. girl MAGS?

#my girl going to get slorn :/

katnissgirlsmakedo

She is choosing with her HEART she chose to save peeta in the games REMEMBERRRRRRRR she’s literally a lovergirl to the core

#lovecore #heartcore #truelove

lucygraydotcom Follow

Caesar flickerman kidn if a laughing gnome. Reblog

finnickforever Follow

I’ve supported finnick through a lot and defended them and I’ve always been proud they're from my district but honestly they went way too far by doing the salute during the interview. I can only hope that they just got caught up in the moment with everyone else doing it and obviously it’s a stressful situation but I don’t think I can continue endorsing them. I’ll be changing my url this week.

divorceekatniss Follow

hey guys i know times are tough for everyone and the capital has really cracked down but my mutual @divorceepeeta got flogged the other day and could really use some help. v3nmo here. anything helps #signalboost #mockingjay

disabledmags Follow

Tbh the baby is the saddest thing I've ever heard </3

peetaspride

Another citizen falling for capital propaganda. It's so glaringly apparent that this is made up to draw in views. The tributes undergo extensive medical examination prior to the games. They would NEVER let a pregnant woman compete.

disabledmags

As if killing children has ever stopped them before?

#We all saw him fall to protect her stomach before they even started the victory tour #Is it that ridiculous to believe two newlyweds fresh out of a life or death situation would celebrate a little carelessly?

peetaspride

If you think even the marriage is real you're stupider than I thought. Peeta spends every interview begging us to see his truth. The capital is shamelessly silencing him and "the baby" is a distraction.

peetasbabymama Follow

URL CHANGE!! faggotpeeta->peetasbabymama

cupcakeeverlark

this isnt funny. peeta's a real person with real feelings. it will never be funny to call someone a f***** as a joke. how would you feel if my url was f*****peetasbabymama?

peetasbabymama

ok

district420

isnt cupcakeeverlark literally prez snow's 12 yr old granddaughter lol

tendinghiswounds

OOMF IS 12???????????

everlarklovechild

the age is the problem here?

marriedeverlark Follow

Canon url 🎉🎊💅😁🥰♥️

beeteemp3 Follow

New content of my favorite tribute 😁😁😁

3ffietrinket

Girl there’s a 96% chance they die ?

peenick Follow

getting reports from the presidential banquet that Peeta looks gay as fuck

3v3rlark Follow

ik peeniss has been flagging w the rehearsed speeches but did anyone else see the way they looked at each other in the censored district 11 speech

rues-song

you’re STUPID she’s a capital pawn AND i fucked your mom while you were busy looking for illegal streams

senecacraneofficial Follow

rip seneca you were so babygirl </3

plutarchbaby69

so now you think we can’t fuck old men?

#this fandom is so ageist #this is prob what I get for blogging about thg tbh since # it’s literally about kids. Some of you ppl need to grow up

[thrillered]

"You Know I Mountain Dew It For Ya" | Spencer Agnew x Reader | Pt. 5

Pt. 5: resolution.

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Your heart dropped right through your ass. You stood there, one shaky hand out holding a ten dollar bill. Even through the shock you couldn’t help but laugh thinking about how stupid you must look. 

“What’s so funny?” Spencer asked, his heart rate increasing as you stood in front of him.

“I- I must have looked like… an idiot” You explained through fits of laughter. Maybe you were falling into hysteria, this was clearly not the time to be laughing but you couldn’t stop. 

You gestured for him to come inside as you composed yourself. You took a few deep breaths and steadied yourself, closing the door to join Spencer in your living room. He sat on the right side of your couch, like he always did. You couldn’t help but think about how well Spencer fit into your life and you in his, like two puzzle pieces. 

You sat against the left side of the couch, curling into yourself. “So…” You trailed off, not sure what to say.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked, his eyes full of genuine concern. 

“Yeah I'm okay Spence.” 

“Then, like, what's going on?” Spencer began, fiddling with his watch– a present you got him for Christmas last year. “You’ve been avoiding me and– don't even try to deny it” He cut you off, seeing you were about to refude his point. “And I don't know.. I just… I miss you i guess” Spencer finished, his voice small and meek, full of anxiety. 

You stared at him, feeling the aura of fear and anxiety around him. “I miss you too.” You began, feeling your throat begin to tighten. “Like a lot.” 

You knew you missed him but in that moment, feeling his closeness, almost able to feel his body heat radiating off of him, you truly felt it. It had only been a few days and yet your life felt so different, your routine had become dependent on Spencer and without him it’s been skewed, back to a time when you didn’t have him. 

“Fuck. I’m so sorry Spencer.” You pleaded, your eyes beginning to well up.

“I forgive you, of course, but can you tell me why you were ignoring me?” He asked, “Can you at least give me that?” 

“I just- I released my song and suddenly so many more eyes were on me and things were changing– do you know I have 3.6 million streams total now? Like for all my music?-- things got crazy.” You began rambling, finally expressing everything you’ve been feeling lately. “Then my worlds collided and everyone started saying things about you and us and I guess I thought that if I took time away from you that people would leave it alone.” Your voice softened.

“C’mere” He mumbled, pulling you into a hug, his warmth enveloping you. 

You realized all the stress you’d been holding as it melted away in the heat of Spencer's embrace. You sighed deeply, leaning farther into Spencer as he turned, keeping one arm around you. 

“Spenspresso is pretty clever though.” Spencer teased, “it’s got a good ring to it, don't ya think?” 

You laughed, shaking your head, grateful the awkwardness was gone and your usual banter was back. “You wish.” 

“Oh! I almost forgot, I brought you a croissant from that fancy bakery.” Spencer reached next to him for the bag, offering it to you, “Ya know? In case I did something wrong and I had to convince you to keep me around.” 

“You didn’t need the croissant because one: you didn’t do anything wrong, and two: I was convinced to keep you years ago.” 

—

Spencer asked if he could stay for a little, to make up for lost time, he explained. You agreed, settling in on the couch and leaning your head on Spencer's shoulder as he played on your animal crossing island, doing the terraforming you hated to do, while catching up what each other missed the past few days. 

It felt nice, more than nice, it felt perfect. Making Spencer laugh as you told jokes into his ear and played with the sleeve of his sweater, you could almost fool yourself into believing he felt the same way as you. It made you want to confess right then and there, but you couldn't. You just got him back as a friend, you wouldn’t jeopardize that. For now you were content to nod off on his shoulder as just his friend. His best friend. 

You would worry about everything else tomorrow, for now you allowed yourself to relax. Just as you were falling asleep you could hear Spencer lightly humming an all too familiar tune. You smiled as you fell asleep. 

–

Spencer sat in contentment, laughing at your jokes, his stomach flipping with every breath he felt against his neck. Soon enough your jokes stopped and your breathing shallowed. He could tell you had fallen asleep as you nuzzled further into his side, a thing you only did while sleeping. You tried to not smother him normally but unconscious you wanted to be as close to him as possible. 

It was moments like these that Spencer wished could last forever. He tried to commit every miniscule detail to memory from the smell of your shampoo to the way your hair fell over your eye. He brushed it behind your ear, taking a second to examine your face, appreciating how peaceful you looked. 

He knew it was late but who was he to wake you when you seemed so comfortable? Instead he slowly moved the two of you until you were laying across the couch, Spencer made sure your head was supported on his chest and that you wouldn’t wake up in pain. 

He had spent the night enough times that it didn’t need to be explicitly stated that he could stay so he closed his eyes, craning his neck to place a feather soft kiss on the top of your head. He listened to your breath and let the feeling of your heartbeat lull him into sleep.  Right as Spencer drifted into dreamland he vaguely heard you murmur an “I love you Spence.” But, maybe he imagined it as he slipped away from reality, either way his heart soared and he vowed to never let you spend so much time away again.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Is Tousen prescriptivist or descriptivist? As a librarian, he would certainly have strong opinions about it. For that matter, do any other characters have a notable stance on the topic?

For those of you who are not friends with linguistics nerds:

It is two truths largely universally acknowledged that 1. Words and Gramatical conventions mean specific things and 2. Language changes over time. Perscriptivisim is the perspective that WE HAVE RULES ABOUT LANGUAGE, DAMMIT. They have a point- for a lot of things we use words for like legal documents, manufacturing instructions, and medical research- Precision is KEY. But it isn't very flexible and doesn't account for some of the nuances of language. Descriptivism is a stance that is a bit more akin to your stoner buddy going "What even ARE words?". They have a point- language is, at it's core, a massive cooperative game of make-believe. But it'd not very helpful when you need to be clear about your meaning.

This can make editing... difficult.

Kaname had strong opinions on it when he was a librarian that have only gotten more insane and intense since becoming Editor-In-Chief of the Gotei-13's newspaper, but true to fashion, has managed to pick a position that pisses off everyone.

He's a Topical Perscriptivist.

There is a Meticulously updated and catalogued database of shifts in word usage, slang and novel grammatical structures. It's an incredible academic resource, and a helpful living translation document in the Gotei-13 where the last time the division policies got updated was in the Meji era. He's working on a mobile version for the newfangled 'smart' communicators. It's an incredibly useful tool!

Kaname pisses people off by using it to be a persnickety little shit about the grammatical rules of linguistic conventions invented last week.

"You know, if you want to annoy him back, you can try hosing your boss back with the constant stream of madness from the internet!" Keigo suggested to Shuuhei once. "There's a fun new term for throwing something real hard that could use an offi- You're kidding."

Shuuhei shook his head, handing the Official Conjugation of Yeet Document from the 9th division's Database of Current Linguistics to Keigo. "The Captain had this drawn up within an hour of the term hitting the 10th Division reports page. It's got a regular Perfect Tense, but Irregular and different Imperative, Continuous and Conditional tenses for maximum confusion."

"...That motherfucker." Keigo groaned, looking over the conjugation tables. "...I yeet, He yeets, we yote, I had yeeted, she had been yote, they will have been yet- Its so stupid but it makes so much intuitive sense! It's the perfect joke conjugation for a joke word!"

"That's why he's The Captain." Shuuhei nodded.

"I thought he was captain because he beat the crap out of Mugurama-san for the job? Twice?"

"Listen here you little shit-"

[estcaligo]

Sebek's ears

x reader *slight angst

"Sebek, put that down!" a worried shout pierced the room. Doctor Zigvolt dashed towards the boy, but it was too late - the child had already nicked his ear. It wasn't a serious injury, thankfully, but blood stained his son's ear, neck, shirt, and his mint hair.

Hearing the commotion, Mrs. Zigvolt hurried into the room. "Darling, what's-...!!!" Her voice caught in her throat, turned into a scream of shock that thundered throughout the household, startling every bird in the vicinity into a flutter of panic, as if sensing an imminent danger. 

But there was no danger. Only blood. And tears. And a kid in front of a mirror with a kitchen knife in his hands.

"Sebek, let me take a look. You might get an infec- " Mr. Zigvolt tried to approach Sebek gently, but the boy pushed him away, sobbing loudly.

"This is your fault! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!! I HATE YOU!!!" Sebek cried out in despair, tears streaming down his sorrowful face as he ran past his parents. Mrs. Zigvolt could easily treat any wounds (it was one of the reasons she had been accepted to work at her husband's clinic despite lacking medical training), but now was not the time - Sebek wouldn't listen. So she just stood beside her spouse, watching their youngest son run away, not daring to break the silence. Words were unnecessary; they both understood. Sebek, despite being only 5, had already expressed a grand displeasure towards his human side. The destructive prejudice he had acquired not without help…

…

"A kitchen knife?... Back in Briar Valley, my grandfather would always look displeased whenever I entered the kitchen. So, I'm entirely unfamiliar with all cooking implements." Sebek said to the ghost chef.

"Oh? Why is that?" the chef asked.

"I have no idea... But he especially kept me away from sharp objects, like knives." he replied, examining the object in his hand.

"Well, mastering this skill is necessary for the course, so do your best!" the chef cheered, floating next to him.

"YES, CHEF!" Sebek boomed, making all the pans and pots shiver, and got back to cooking his dish.

…

It was rigorous but rewarding training, Sebek reflected, slowly washing his hands. Days spent in the kitchen were filled with various instructions and orders from the ghost chefs, requiring quick reactions, but due to their ghostly nature their words often faded, lingering in the air, so a regular human would have trouble hearing them. BUT NOT SEBEK ZIGVOLT. He had perfect hearing, his ears were sharper than...

…Sharper than what?....

He looked into the mirror of the Diasomnia dorm's bathroom, coming to wash away the smell and smudges from the Master Chef course. His face darkened once again as he lingered too long on his right ear. He remembered that day vividly. When he, a young and immature kid, tried to... tried to become a fae? Tired of being bullied by those around him, he believed that if he changed his ears - made them pointy like everyone else's - it would help him fit in. But now he understood how foolish it was. Yet still. What makes a fae?  A pair of pointy ears? "Not necessarily" is what his mother always used to say Be blessed by night, but don't forget about the day And he remembers, and he knows No need in those Yet still.

A bitter feeling of unfairness washed over him as he was drifting off to sleep.

Why? Of all human qualities, why did he have to have round ears? He had asked himself this question a million times. And it wasn't as if he lacked fae qualities - his hearing surpassed any human's, and he could even hear and understand the fae language, something no human could do due to its nature. He possessed all these abilities, yet they were overshadowed by this small, bitter nuance - his appearance. Genetics had played a cruel joke on him, he thought. Despite his efforts, he will always look like a weak, useless human.

Speaking of weak humans.

You and Sebek had arranged to meet at the gates to head down to Foothill Town today. Rumor had it that the famous bookshop there had new arrivals, and you were eager to take a look. And since Sebek was so knowledgeable about books, you invited him along. Of course, it wasn't like he really wanted to go with you! He had far more important matters to attend to. However, he couldn't risk you selecting subpar books that you might later mention in conversations with Master Malleus - Sebek couldn't let your lack of discernment in literature reflect poorly on the Young Lord!! So, he was coming with you, for that reason alone, nothing more! … The road wasn't long, and once you arrived at the shop, you began browsing the shelves. The selection was vast: novels, scientific works, poems, historical texts, dictionaries, even books in languages you couldn't understand. Unable to decide, you grabbed a handful of books that caught your attention and retreated to a quiet corner to examine your finds.

"Get on with this human, I don't have all day" he said, standing next to you, arms crossed.

"Ok ok, how about this one?"

"It looks fine. You can keep it, I suppose."

"Great! And this?" you showed Sebek another book, but he frowned slightly.

"It doesn't seem like a decent book to me. Better put it away."

"Why? It's about knights. What exactly do you dislike about it?"

"The cover doesn't look appealing. As if they didn't put much effort into designing it properly!" he declared loudly enough to draw a few judgmental glances from the other customers.

"And that's it?" you blinked at him. "But the plot itself must be good!"

"I've given my opinion, do as you wish, human!" he huffed, turning away.

"...Oh, Sebek. Never judge a book by its cover."

…

In the end, you purchased quite a few books (Crowley had been unusually generous this month, providing you with some extra money), and Sebek helped you carry them back to the Ramshackle. As a thank-you for accompanying you, you offered to share a cup of tea together and he agreed. 

...However, for the two of you, it was never just "a cup of tea".

As usual, you found yourselves engrossed in intimate conversations, drawn close to each other.

Grim was absent, so it was just you and him on the couch in the spacious Ramshackle hall. Two cups of tea, long forgotten and gone cold, sat on the table.

Sebek rested his head on your lap, as he often did during your moments together, rambling about the books, his duties, or about Malleus, speaking quieter than his usual self. And you just patiently listened, knowing how hard he worked every day and wanting him to have some rest once in a while. The fact that he could relax in your presence made you genuinely happy.

Wrapped in serenity, you gently caressed his mint hair, occasionally running your fingers over his ears. You had grown accustomed to seeing them very clearly, as Sebek wore his hair swept back all the time. But when he was with you he sometimes let his hair loose and his ears became hidden amidst the soft waves of green, looking like two small islands surrounded by endless grassy seas. Or like curious animals peeking from the leaves. It was both adorable and endearing, and you couldn't help but giggle quietly. "Human! Is there a problem with your ears?! I'm talking to you!" Sebek's loud voice brought you back from your daydreaming.

"Oh, sorry. I was lost in thought for a moment..."

"Hmph! And what was so captivating that you ignored my question?"

"Oh... er... your ears" you smiled shyly.

"My... what?"

…

"Your beautiful, majestic, lovely, adorable ears" you laughed at his reaction, showering him with compliments before placing a kiss on his right ear - the one he had once tried to...

A wave of strange warmth suddenly flushed through his body. Why would you say such things about his terrible flaw?

All his life, people around him in his homeland had diminished him because of his round ears. On Sage's Island, people just ignored this feature, so he assumed they wouldn't comment on the obvious. But you? The way you touched them, the way you kissed them - without revulsion, without hesitation, without doubt.

For a moment, he felt something unfamiliar - like nothing else mattered. An unusual feeling, one he only experienced by your side. But he liked it.

Who cared if he didn't have pointy ears? Who cared about others' judgments?

You were right - only fools judge a book by its cover.

"Sebek, do you hear me?" you were the one asking this time.

"Yes. Yes, I can hear you very well, dear human" he whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

[punksyeet]

- Changes ❥

Plot: Gianna (OC) is randomly switched from SmackDown to Raw and gets separated from everything she loves - including her boyfriend.

Warnings: Hefty flirting & mature language!

"You can head into my office on Monday when you first arrive to the building so we can further discuss this," Paul says, his deep and strict voice coming through my phone.

I nod. "Alright Paul, thank you."

"Thank you Gianna," he replies. "Have a good one and I'll see you then."

We say our goodbyes and I hang up, lay my phone down, and sigh.

Quite literally out of nowhere, I got a call from my boss this morning about me switching brands.

I've been on SmackDown with everyone I love for the longest time, so my heart is absolutely shattered.

My brain repeatedly plays back the exact moment he told me:

"The board and I spoke, and we think that switching you over to Monday Night Raw would be beneficial to where your career stands currently."

I lay my head back on the couch and sigh, a singular tear streaming down my face.

I don't wanna leave my family, my peers, or my fans that come to see me every Friday night.

But most of all, I don't wanna be apart from Josh.

My phone rings again and I look over.

My screen reads: “Trin 💋” and it's a FaceTime call.

Oh god. Trin and I have been on SmackDown together for the longest time. It's how we met. This news will break her.

I take a deep breath and wipe my eyes with my sleeve before answering.

T: "Hey boo!"

G: "Hey lovely. How are you?"

T: "I'm so good! I have big news!"

G: "Me......too!"

She gasps and squeals out of excitement.

T: "Oh my gosh! Okay you first!"

G: "Well, it's not really happy news per se."

Her smile fades slowly.

T: "Is everything alright, babygirl? Do you or Josh need anything?"

G: "Well Josh doesn't know yet. It's about work."

T: "Oh I see. What happened?"

G: "So....I got a random call from Paul this morning and um...."

I take a deep breath before continuing.

G: "...He and the board have decided to switch me over to Raw."

She stays silent for a minute, jaw dropped, before speaking.

T: "Girl you're messing with me right? You're joking."

Another tear falls as I shake my head.

G: "I wish I was, Trin. I'm so upset. I don't wanna leave you and Jon and the rest of the family, much less Josh. I....I just don't know."

She stays silent for another minute.

T: "Where did this even come from? Was it seriously just a random decision? Do you not have any say?"

I shake my head again and shrug.

G: "I can't even explain how random it was. And how hard my heart sank when he first said the words. The decision is final."

T: "I just....I can't believe this. What will Josh think?"

I sniffle and wipe my tear with my sleeve.

G: "I have no idea, Trin. And quite frankly, I'm terrified to find out."

She lets out a deep sigh.

T: "Well it'll definitely come as a surprise..."

She stops a tear from falling with the back of her thumb so that her eye makeup doesn't smudge.

T: "But if he truly loves you, he'll support you no matter what, babe. And just know that Jon and I have your back through everything."

I give her a soft smile.

G: "Thank you sis. I love you both so much."

T: "We love you too, hun. And it's gonna feel weird for a while, but think about it this way. New beginnings! And if Paul came up with idea, then it's probably the best for your career. At least right now."

I nod, wiping my eyes again.

G: "That's what Paul said. And that he'd go further into detail when I see him on Monday."

T: "Well I'm sending you so much love, girl. If you need anything, anything at all, please let me know. Okay?"

I smile and nod again.

G: "I will, Trin. I love you."

T: "I love you too Gigi girl."

She blows kisses and we say our goodbyes.

I hang up and, as if on cue, I hear the front door unlock and Josh comes walking in.

"Hey baby!" he says, smiling when he sees me.

I quickly wipe my eyes and pray that he doesn't notice my puffy complexion. "Hi love."

He walks up to me and his smile slowly fades.

Fuck.

He sits down and cups my face. "You alright mama?"

I nod, fake smiling. "Mhm! I'm all good."

He tilts his head. "Babygirl I know you. And it looks like you've been crying. What's wrong?"

I shake my head and lower it as more tears start to form. And before I know it, I'm quietly sobbing.

He wraps me into his arms, rubbing my back. "Shhh baby, it's alright. Whatever it is, it's alright. I've got you."

I press my head against his chest, letting the tears fall and taking deep breaths.

Once I feel okay to talk again, I pull away.

"What is it, babygirl? What's got you like this?" he asks again, rubbing my shoulders.

I lower my head and start fidgeting with my fingers. "I got a random call from Paul this morning."

He nods. "And? Is everything alright?"

I shake my head, more tears forming.

I look into his eyes, blinking to let them fall.

"I...um...," I begin. "I'm switching brands."

His face goes from concerned to unreadable, which makes me want to cry even more. "You're what?"

I take a deep breath. "He and the board have already decided. They think Raw will be more beneficial for where my career is headed."

He takes a deep breath. "Wow."

I bite my lower lip nervously, my eyes watching him slowly get up and start pacing.

I get up and stand in front of him, cupping his face. "Josh, baby, please don't be mad. I didn't even get a chance to agree to it. And it wasn't my idea. I promise."

He covers his face with his hands. "I know. I know it wasn't. I just....I just need a minute."

And soon enough, my man is out the door.

And God knows if he's ever coming back.

I sit back down on the couch, feeling helpless.

I tuck my knees to my chest and just cry.

And cry.

And cry.

** Josh's POV **

I get in my car and just start driving.

I don't know where to go or what to do.

Part of me knows that I should be with my lady comforting her, but the other part just needs time alone.

Why are they taking her from me? Why?

After about ten minutes of driving, I bypass Jon and I's go-to bar from years ago.

One that we would go to with friends when we were in college.

I make a U-turn and park in front of it.

I head inside and look around.

Thank god it's not too crowded.

The owner, Mike, looks up and his jaw practically drops when he sees me.

"Josh? Dude I haven't seen you in ages!" he exclaims, holding out his hand.

I give him a fake smile and take it, as he pulls me into a hug.

I pat his back and pull away. "How's life man? How's the family?"

"Good, good! Everyone's good, man! You?" he replies, wiping down the counter.

I shrug. "Yeah everyone's alright, thank God."

He nods. "Good to hear, bro. What can I get ya?"

I think for a minute. "I'll do a rum and coke."

He nods again and reaches below the bar. "You got it."

"Preciate it," I reply, sitting on a bar stool.

Soon enough, the drink is made and he slides it over, then heads to another person that just walked in.

I take a sip and set the glass down, then proceed to place my head in my hands.

Moments later, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

I turn around and see my brother. My twin.

"What up, uce?" he greets me, taking the stool next to me. "I heard about Gi. I'm really sorry man."

I shrug and shake my head. "Nothing we can do about it."

He sighs and wraps an arm around me.

"How'd you know I was here?" I ask, looking over.

He takes a sip out of his glass before answering. "Trin wanted to come over to your place and comfort Gi. So I tagged along to come see you and you weren't there. And this used to be our go-to place to clear our heads."

I look back over to the counter and cover my face again. "I don't know what to do, uce. What am I gonna do without her?"

He shakes his head. "I don't know man. But she doesn't know either. And you walking out on her the way you did isn't gonna solve the issue."

I don't say anything. Because he's right.

"I just needed some time," I finally reply. "Some time to think about shit."

He takes another sip. "That's valid, lil bro. I understand how you feel. But you'll have all the time in the world on Mondays when she isn't home laying beside you."

Once again, I stay quiet.

"Go to your girl," he continues. "She's hurting real bad. And she needs your support right now."

He's right. Why did I leave her alone when she was hurting so bad? I need to get back home. And fast.

I take one final sip out of my glass and nod. "I will."

He pats me on the back, slides a twenty dollar bill on the counter for both of our drinks, and leaves.

I take a deep breath before getting up and heading out.

** Gianna's POV **

Jon and Trin just left.

They came over to comfort me, and for Jon to talk to Josh.

But when he didn't see him, he walked out.

God knows where he went.

I just hope my boy is alright. Wherever he is.

More tears fall from my face as I open my luggage, fold a handful of outfits, and put them in.

Monday is in two days, meaning I'll be leaving tomorrow.

I'm still so upset about the switch, but after talking to Trin, I feel somewhat better.

I love that girl so much. She's always there.

As I'm in the bathroom packing my essentials, I hear a knock on my bedroom door and the creak of it opening.

Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice. "Baby?"

I automatically know who it is by the feeling of butterflies in my stomach, my heart racing, and instant comfort washing over me.

It’s my man.

"In here," I reply, half whisper-half voice.

He peeks into the bathroom and, once he sees me, he comes over and wraps me into his arms.

I automatically hug back, laying my head on his chest.

God I missed him so much.

His scent. His hugs. Him.

"I'm so sorry my love," he begins. "I don't know what I was thinking, leaving you alone while you were hurting so bad."

I take a deep breath as he rocks us back and forth. "It's alright Josh."

He pulls away and cups my face. "No it isn't. I acted like an asshole. I put my feelings before yours. And I need you to know that I'm so so sorry babygirl."

I give him a soft smile. "I forgive you, love. The news was unexpected, so I don't blame you for needing to process it. I'm just happy you're home."

I hug him again and he automatically hugs back, rubbing my back and giving my temple a bunch of kisses.

I pull away and look up at him, tears rolling down my face all over again. "I don't wanna leave you."

His nostrils flare, trying to keep himself from crying, as he wipes away my tears with his thumbs, cupping my face. "I don't want you to either, baby. But Paul was right. You need to do what's best for your career. And though I may not have acted like it earlier, I'll forever be right behind you. Supporting you."

I nod my head, smiling. "I know, baby."

He gives me a soft smile and leans in, pressing his dreamy lips to mine. I kiss back.

After a few strokes, we slowly pull away.

"I may not have been gone for long," he begins. "But I missed you. So damn much."

I giggle and wrap my arms around his waist. "You have no idea."

We kiss again and, hand in hand, walk back into the bedroom.

"Can I help you with anything?" he asks, as we sit down on the bed.

I place my last few things in and think for a minute, before zipping up my luggage. "I think I have everything."

He nods in response.

I turn and open my arms. "But I'll take all the cuddles I can before I have to leave."

He smiles and takes a curl away from my face. "Say less mama."

We lay down, wrapped in each other's arms, and just forget about our troubles.

Forget about having to leave each other.

Forget that in less than 24 hours, everything will change.

Just enjoying the present moment.

"I love you," he says quietly, and kisses my temple.

I smile and look up at him. "I love you more."

He smiles back and we share a sweet kiss before indulging in each other once more.

———————-

Today's the day.

The day I've been dreading for the past 24 hours.

The day my entire career changes.

Hopefully not for good, but for the foreseeable future.

I groan at the sound of my alarm and quickly turn it off, in hopes that it didn't wake up Josh, who to my surprise, I don't see when I roll over.

I raise an eyebrow and, moments later, the faint smell of freshly brewed coffee fills my nose.

I smile, shaking my head, and get ready for the day before heading downstairs.

"Morning beautiful," Josh coos, when he sees me.

I smile and walk up to him after leaving my luggage by the front door. "Morning, love."

He wraps me into his arms and gives me a tight squeeze before a quick kiss.

"You need help with anything?" I ask, rubbing his back while he continues to mash some avocado.

"You can set the table for us," he replies.

I nod and do so.

By the time I'm done, breakfast is ready.

He made my favorite: berry waffles and vanilla coffee.

I stick out my bottom lip. "You're the sweetest, baby. Thank you."

He smiles and kisses my temple. "Only the best for you, mama. And today is a big day, so why not start it out right?”

I blush and we sit down to eat.

—————————————————————————————————

The car ride to the airport is filled with jam sessions, kisses, and laughs.

Although we both knew there were sad times ahead, Josh wasn't letting anything ruin our last moment together for a few days.

I love him so much.

Once we arrive at the airport, Josh pulls over at the curb and helps me unload my bags from the trunk.

Once I'm all ready to go, he wraps me into the biggest bear hug.

"I love you ma. Let me know when you land, okay?" he suggests, rubbing my back.

I nod. "I love you too baby. I will."

We pull away and he cups my face, stroking my cheek.

I let a few tears fall and he gives me a soft smile. "Those better be happy tears. Such big things are on the way to you babygirl. I'm so proud of you."

I wipe them away, smiling. "Thank you lovebug. I'll keep you updated every second I can."

He smiles and we kiss again, before we share one last hug.

He gets back into the car and waves.

I wave back and blow a kiss.

Soon enough, he drives off and, after taking a deep breath, I head inside.

While waiting at my gate, I get a few texts.

My Love 💟: Have a safe flight baby. I love you. ❤️

Trin 💋: Safe flight babygirl! Lmk when you land! 🫶🏽

Jon 🫂: Have a safe flight sis love ya ❤️

I smile, text all of them back, and board.

Here we go.

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[kangshxrtie]

ch. 27 ⤍ baymax

you were lying in bed, casually scrolling through tiktok when your phone buzzed with a facetime call. glancing at the top of your screen, you saw kazuha’s name and immediately sat up, smoothing out your hair before answering.

"hiii zuha!" you greeted excitedly.

"heyyy, y/n," she replied with a warm smile.

"so, about your stream today..." kazuha started, a teasing tone in her voice.

you raised an eyebrow, there were so many things talked about in your stream today. "what about it?"

"i heard you confirmed we're dating?" she said, her expression playful but serious. "i didn’t know about that."

you quickly tried to explain. "that was just a joke! i only said it because of the bit we had going on."

kazuha’s smile softened. "i wouldn’t mind if it was true, though."

"what do you mean by that?"

"i mean..." she paused for a second, "after spending the last two days with you, i’m sure i want you to be my girlfriend."

"wait... are you serious?" you asked, staring at her in disbelief.

"deadass." kazuha nodded, her face sincere. "i was gonna ask you on a cute date, but then i saw the hashtag change from ynxzuha to wonyn."

"our ship was trending so hard, i was so happy," she pouted cutely, "but then it sunk so fast."

you couldn’t help but laugh. "you’re cute when you’re jealous."

"don’t judge me," she grumbled. "you two were all cuddled up on stream for everyone to see."

"you know wonyoung’s literally dating yujin, and we were just joking, right?" you reassured her.

"i know, but still~" kazuha stretched out the word.

you leaned closer to the screen, your smile growing softer. "don’t worry about wonyoung or anybody else. you’ve been my lover since day one."

kazuha’s expression brightened. "so… is that a yes?"

you grinned thinking, "i mean… what do i get out of this?"

"first of all, if you say yes, it’ll make me really happy. plus, i can cook, i can take you to japan, and since you like my abs, you can always look at them and touch them without asking now," kazuha offered with a cheeky grin.

you pretended to consider it. "you’re convincing me."

"if you say no, i’ll be sad," kazuha groaned dramatically.

you laughed. "well, i don’t want you to be sad."

"then just say you’ll be my girlfriend, so i can feel better!" she urged with a hint of nervousness.

"alright, yes, kazuha, i’ll be your girlfriend," you finally agreed, watching her face light up as she cheered.

"i can’t believe you asked me over facetime," you said.

"i had to hurry before i lost you!" kazuha replied, still smiling wide.

"there was no competition," you chuckled.

"you never know," she shrugged, grinning at you.

"okay, zuha," you said with a smile, letting the moment settle in.

a comfortable silence filled the space between you both, as you shared a mutual smile, basking in the warmth of your newly defined relationship. everything felt calm, until a random thought popped into your head.

"you remind me of baymax," you blurted out, breaking the silence.

kazuha blinked, tilting her head slightly. "huh?"

"i feel like you two have similar personalities," you explained.

kazuha laughed, clearly caught off guard. "i don’t think i’ve ever heard that before."

"it’s just your vibe," you added, shrugging playfully.

"well if you’re saying it, i’ll believe it," kazuha chuckled, her eyes still sparkling with affection.

the next morning you slowly blinked away and reached for your phone, still beside your pillow from last night, you noticed you were still on a facetime call with kazuha.

"zuha," you whispered, hoping she was awake.

"hmmm," she responded.

"was last night real?" you asked, your voice soft. "are we really dating?"

"i would hope so," kazuha mumbled. that response jolted you awake instantly. you had to stop yourself from jumping up, running around your room, or letting out an excited scream. you needed to keep it cool—at least for now.

"well, that's good. i don't think i could handle another dream," you said.

"what's this dream you and yunjin keep mentioning?" kazuha asked.

"yunjin told you about the dream?" you exclaimed, shocked.

"she didn't go into details, just mentioned it was funny," kazuha replied.

"you don't need to know. it's between us," you said quickly.

"secrets on our first day of dating?" kazuha raised an eyebrow, teasing you.

"it's just something that happened at the sleepover with yunjin. i really can't tell you," you insisted, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"okay, sure. i'll find out one day," kazuha said with a smirk.

"i hope you don't," you muttered, not wanting to even imagine the embarrassment if she found out.

"but now that we've settled that," you added, shifting the conversation, "good morning, zuha."

kazuha's face brightened as she smiled at you. "good morning, y/n, aka my girlfriend."

your heart fluttered. "so, what's the plan for today?" you asked, rolling out of bed, phone still in hand as you started to move around your room.

"well," kazuha began, biting her lip, "i was thinking... since we're official now, we should go on an actual date—as girlfriends this time."

you couldn't help but smile at her suggestion. "a real date?"

"yeah, something simple," she continued. "we could grab some food, maybe take a walk in the park... just spend the day together."

"that sounds perfect."

kazuha's whole face lit up. "really? i'm so excited! i already found this cute café near your place."

you raised an eyebrow. "when did you find it?"

"this morning. i started looking as soon as i woke up," she admitted sheepishly.

you felt a rush of affection and a slight urge to punch a wall from how cute she was. "that's kinda cute," you said.

"i just wanted to be prepared," kazuha added, a little shy.

"i'm refraining from teasing you and going to start getting ready for this date," you said, feeling the excitement bubbling up inside you.

"speaking of which," kazuha added, her eyes twinkling, "you still owe me something from last night."

"and what would that be?"

"our first kiss as girlfriends," she said with a playful wink, making you burst out laughing.

"it is way too early for you to be flirting like this."

"never too early," she retorted, grinning. "now hurry up and get ready. we've got a whole day ahead of us."

you both said your goodbyes, ending the call, both of you were full of excitement for your upcoming date.

now you could finally let out that scream you'd been holding in since last night.

after you finished getting ready, you made your way downstairs to the living room, settling on the couch to pass the time while waiting for kazuha, who had texted that she'd be there soon. you casually scrolled through your phone.

"where are you going?" leeseo's voice cut through the silence. she was standing in the doorway, eyeing you up and down with suspicion at how dressed up you were.

"just out," you responded, barely glancing up from your phone.

"nope, you're not getting away with just that," leeseo said, stepping closer with a determined look. "who are you going with, how long will you be out, and what are you doing?"

you finally looked up, "mom?"

"just answer the questions," she insisted, crossing her arms and trying to look stern.

with a sigh, you set your phone down, realizing you weren't getting out of this. "alright, if i tell you, you can't tell anybody else."

leeseo's face lit up as she immediately dropped onto the couch beside you, ready to hear everything.

"i'm going on a date with kazuha," you admitted, watching her eyes widen in surprise. "i'll probably be out for a couple of hours. we're just grabbing food and then heading to the park."

"date? finally?" leeseo exclaimed.

you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. "i mean, it's our second, but yes, finally."

"second? and why haven't you said anything?" she pouted, lightly smacking your arm in protest.

"nobody asked," you shrugged.

leeseo huffed, crossing her arms again. "i get not telling everybody else, but i thought we were close."

"we are! i just didn't want to tell anyone until i was sure," you explained, hoping she'd understand.

"fine," she relented, though still a little pouty. "but you have to tell me about your date when you get back. promise?"

you nodded, just as your phone pinged with a new message. glancing at the screen, you saw a text from kazuha saying she was outside.

standing up, you smiled at leeseo. "well, since i'm revealing everything today... i'm also officially dating kazuha now."

leeseo's jaw dropped. "what?! really? since when?"

"i'll tell you everything when i get back," you promised, grabbing your things and heading toward the door.

"you better!" leeseo called after you as you slipped outside, heart racing a little as you saw kazuha waiting at the front, leaning casually against her car.

"hey," you greeted as you walked up to her.

"hii," kazuha replied with a smile, straightening up and moving toward you. "you look great."

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. "you do too girlfriend."

"ready to go?" she asked, opening the door for you.

"yeah," you said, sliding into the passenger seat. kazuha went around and got in on the driver's side, and soon you were on your way.

the drive was peaceful, the comfortable silence occasionally filled with light conversation about music, what you both had been up to, and random jokes. every now and then, you'd steal glances at her, still feeling giddy at the thought of actually being on a date with your now girlfriend.

after a short ride, you arrived at a little korean restaurant tucked away.

"good choice," you said, impressed as you glanced at kazuha.

"i did some research," she admitted, her shy smile peeking through.

once inside, you were greeted by the warm, inviting atmosphere of the place. the wooden decor and soft lighting made it feel comforting like you were stepping into someone's home. after being seated at a table near the window, the two of you looked over the menu.

"everything looks so good," you said, scanning the options. "i can't decide."

kazuha nodded in agreement, her eyes moving down the list of dishes. "how about we order a few things to share?"

you smiled. "that's a great idea."

after some discussion, you settled on kimchi jjigae, bulgogi, and a few side dishes like japchae, and tteokbokki. you also decided to order some drinks.

while waiting for the food, the conversation flowed easily. even though you did spend time building a comfortability between the two of you it was still crazy to you how naturally things came with kazuha. though your heart still raced every time you caught her staring at you a little too long.

"so," kazuha began, her eyes meeting yours, "i can't believe we're actually dating now, i didn't think you would say yes."

you couldn't help but smile at the question. "kazuha of course i was gonna say yes, because if we're being real i've been confessing for months now. i'm the one who can't believe this is real."

kazuha grinned. "i get that. i keep replaying last night in my head just to remind myself that it actually happened."

you smiled at her words, and for a moment, you were lost in the warmth of her gaze. the sound of approaching footsteps broke the moment as the server arrived with your food.

the spread looked incredible—steaming bowls of kimchi jjigae and plates of bulgogi. you both dug in immediately.

"okay, this is actually so good," you said between bites, savoring the spicy, tangy broth.

kazuha nodded in agreement, her own bowl almost empty already. "right? we should come here again sometime."

"are you asking me on another date already, zuha?" you questioned as you glanced at her.

kazuha grinned, the corner of her lips tugging up playfully. "obviously. we can't just stop after this one," she replied confidently.

the two of you continued eating, sharing bits of food, and chatting about random things, from stream plans to things each of your groups was planning on doing to little inside jokes that had developed between you.

by the time you finished your meal, you were both happily full, content with not just the food but the company. after paying and thanking the staff, you made your way back outside, where the warm afternoon sun greeted you.

"wanna head to the park now?" kazuha asked, turning to you with a soft smile.

"yeah, let's go," you agreed.

the park wasn't too far from the restaurant, so you decided to walk there, enjoying the fresh air. the walk was peaceful, and you felt yourself relaxing even more as you fell into step beside kazuha.

"this is really pretty," you said, taking a deep breath of the fresh air.

kazuha glanced at you, her eyes sparkling. "yeah, it really is."

you wandered through the park together, sometimes walking in silence, other times talking about random things. at one point, you passed by a small pond where a few ducks were lazily swimming around. the two of you stopped to watch them for a while, enjoying the simple beauty of the scene.

as you continued walking, you found a quiet spot beneath a large tree and decided to sit down on the grass. kazuha sat close to you, her shoulder brushing against yours, and you had to stop yourself from freaking out at the close proximity.

"this is nice," she said softly, her eyes on the sky above.

you nodded, turning to look at her. "yeah, it really is."

for a while, you both just sat there, enjoying the moment. the park was peaceful, and the breeze was cool, carrying the faint scent of flowers.

eventually, kazuha shifted slightly, turning to face you. "hey," she said, her voice a little quieter now. "we still haven't had our first kiss as girlfriends."

you couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "we should probably fix that then."

kazuha chuckled softly. "definitely."

without overthinking it, you leaned in. kazuha held your gaze the entire time, never breaking eye contact as she closed the distance between you, and your lips met in a soft kiss. for a moment, the world felt still, everything fading into the background. then, as your lips parted slightly, kazuha took it as her cue, gently cradling your head in her hands. you responded instinctively, sliding your hands to her waist, pulling her closer as if you needed to feel every part of her. your lips moved together in perfect sync.

eventually, the need for air broke the moment, and you both pulled away, breathless. kazuha's eyes fluttered open, her cheeks tinged with pink as she smiled at you.

"i really like kissing you," she whispered, her voice full of affection.

you laughed softly, "same."

kazuha's phone dinged, interrupting the peaceful moment. she glanced at it, and a groan escaped her lips. "i have a shoot i have to go to," she said, "but i don't want this to end."

you smiled at how much she clearly wanted to spend more time together. "i could come with," you suggested, shrugging. "i don't have anything planned today, and... well, only if your team is okay with it, of course."

kazuha's eyes lit up, her excitement instantly returning. "really? you'd want to come? they should be fine with it."

you nodded, enjoying how her whole face seemed to brighten at the idea. "yeah, i mean, who wouldn't want to watch their girlfriend work?" you teased.

her smile grew wider as she stood up and reached out for your hand. "okay, let's go then! i'll just text my manager."

hand in hand, the two of you made your way back toward her car.

before pulling off, kazuha sent a quick text to her manager, and after a few moments, her phone pinged back. she peeked at the screen, grinning. "they're cool with it!"

kazuha chuckled softly, leaning a little closer. "honestly? if you had to leave, i probably would've just snuck you back in anyway."

you raised an eyebrow at her confession. "oh-how many girls have you snuck in before?"

kazuha instantly started panicking, her eyes widening. "i swear you're the first! you can even ask the girls!"

you laughed, enjoying her flustered reaction. "i believe you. i better be the only one though."

kazuha relaxed a bit, a relieved smile spreading across her face. "you will be, first and only for everything."

kazuha finally pulled off and you headed to the large studio and kazuha parked in the lot. "this is it," she said with a shy but proud smile.

"lead the way, zuha."

inside the building, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. staff members darted around, setting up equipment, adjusting lights, and preparing outfits for the upcoming shoot. as you and kazuha entered, the crew greeted her with smiles and waves. it was clear she was well-liked around here.

her manager approached, giving you a friendly glance. "hey, kazuha, and nice to see you again y/n."

"hey! thanks for letting me come today," you replied, returning the smile.

you felt a little nervous being there, but kazuha's presence made you feel at ease.

"of course! kazuha basically threatened us to have you here," her manager said, then turned to kazuha. "we've got a tight schedule today, so let's get you ready."

kazuha nodded then she glanced at you. "you'll be okay right?"

"yeah, of course! i'll just find your members," you reassured her.

as she walked away, you noticed some familiar faces. chaewon, sakura, yunjin, and eunchae were chatting nearby, just standing around talking to you. they glanced over, and their eyes widened slightly when they saw you.

"y/n!" chaewon called out, walking over with a big smile. "what are you doing here?"

you waved back, "just here to support kazuha."

"why didn't you tell us you were coming?" eunchae exclaimed, throwing her arms around you in a hug, which you happily returned.

"yeah, we could have planned something special!" sakura added with a playful nudge. "are you sure you're not here to steal kazuha away?"

you chuckled, shaking your head. "nah, i've been with her all day! if anything, i'm just returning her now."

yunjin smirked, "i bet kazuha's gonna try even harder now that you're here."

"she's good no matter what," you replied.

"yeah but she's definitely stepping it up today," chaewon chimed in, "she wants to impress her girlfriend."

"girlfriend?" you asked, you were curious about if kazuha had told her members about your relationship.

"i meant her future girlfriend," chaewon quickly corrected herself.

"i can't believe you two aren't officially dating yet. she's been asking how to ask you out for the past week!" yunjin revealed.

you were unsure whether to admit the truth when kazuha wasn't here. "i mean, we're kind of... in the talking stage, you know?" you said.

"talking stage?" eunchae leaned forward, clearly intrigued. "come on, you two are practically dating already!"

"i don't know... i think kazuha wants to keep it under wraps for now," you replied, glancing around to make sure no one else could overhear. "it's a bit complicated."

chaewon leaned closer, her voice lowering. "well just know we support this."

you smiled, "thanks vest leader"

as the girls chatted, you felt a wave of comfort. they were welcoming and friendly, making it easier for you to relax. just then, kazuha returned, her hair neatly styled and her makeup perfectly done. she looked stunning, her confidence radiating as she walked toward you.

"hey! you good over here?" she asked.

you chuckled, unable to stop staring at her. "yeah, they've just been telling me about your plans for asking me out."

kazuha groaned sending a glare at the rest of her members who all quickly looked away. she wasn't able to say anything though since she was quickly called over by the staff. the crew started gathering around her, ready to begin. the atmosphere shifted to a more focused energy as everyone prepped for the shoot. you watched as kazuha effortlessly posed for the camera.

during a brief break, kazuha walked over to you, "what'd you think?" she asked, leaning in slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"you're actually so good zuha. i can't believe i'm dating you," you said earnestly, and her face lit up at your words.

"thanks! that means a lot coming from you," she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

as the shoot continued, you found yourself getting more comfortable, chatting with the members when you could and even some of the staff.

after a while, kazuha finished her segment, and the crew took a quick break. she came over to you, happy to finally be finished. "i think today went really well!"

"all because of you of course," you said.

"thanks! i'm so glad we're done now," kazuha said, leaning into you. "i just want to lay down in my bed now."

you smiled, enjoying the warmth of her body against yours. "let's say goodbye to everyone first, and then we can head out."

as you both made your way around the studio, kazuha leaned against you, her shoulder brushing against yours. you walked over to where the other members were engaged in a heated debate, their voices loud.

"we're leaving now," you announced, interrupting their conversation.

"leaving us already?" chaewon pouted, crossing her arms. "i thought you were joining our group for a second."

"we'll talk when my contract is up," you joked, earning a chuckle from the others.

"are y'all going back to the house?" yunjin asked.

you glanced at kazuha, who nodded in agreement. "yes. i need some floor time," she replied.

"well, y/n if you get bored, just let us know and we'll come back to save you," sakura offered.

kazuha tightened her hold on your arm, "i'm not letting y'all steal my girlfriend."

at that, the members paused, their expressions shifting from playful to serious as they processed what kazuha had just said. then the questions began.

"actually?" sakura asked, her eyes widening.

"since when?" chaewon questioned.

"and you didn't tell us?" eunchae chimed in.

"kazuha finally did it! i'm so proud!" yunjin said, dramatically wiping away fake tears.

you looked down at kazuha, who was currently hiding her face against your chest, even she was surprised at her sudden attention. "you weren't supposed to announce it like that," you whispered.

"they were gonna find out eventually," kazuha mumbled, her voice muffled. "can we leave now?"

"we want answers when we get home," chaewon said.

"yeah, we will," kazuha waved them off. without waiting for another question, she pulled you away, both of you waving goodbye to the members as you walked out together.

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[virginmiri99]

TOMMYINNIT IS AND ALWAYS HAS BEEN THE PROBLEM.

I'm off my anti psychotics and I have a lot of catching up to do in terms of tommy hate. first of all, I cant name a more depressing person to be around than someone who consistently tries to center the sympathy on them during a conversation. theres a huge difference between sharing your story and wallowing in it. as a public figure tommy is currently pulling a 2021 RANBOO... yeah thats right tommy is RANBOO by constantly trauma dumping his feelings on his audience: depression, parents divorce, loss of creativity... at a certain point it feels like a hostage situation and he wears the diagnosis of depression like a badge. Have I watched any tommy content recently? No. and not for like 3 years, and thats because his insufferable life habits seep into everything he touches, he has become that person who makes 'I wanna die' jokes that everyone has to uncomfortably laugh at while also parroting humor from middle school. Which is just why his career at "comedy" is failing, and is only doomed to fail. What is his audience? if it WAS all middle schoolers, why do shows that cost money and spew nonsense sexual humor that no parent in their right mind would accept sitting through? if he sees his audience that supports him financially being queer young adults (lesbians) why spend much of his time acting like a nasty middle school boy that turns his aging fans against him on their private twitters? does he ever look around at his peers such as tubbo and wonder why his best friend is much more loved by the overall streaming community--why tubbo is seen as an equal to other streamers while tommy is "that kid tommyinnit?" tommy cant sit at the table with larger streamers without sticking out as "the minecraft kid" and he cant sit at the table with long run minecrafters without sticking out as "inappropriate child", he recevce so respect as a real adult or creator from either side. I truly believe ludwig still things tommy is like 16. does he not feel the imposter syndrome of digging himself into a hole of his own doing? he claims to not want to do "gen z" humor any longer but I dont see the change being put in to expand his audience past the dsmp kids the way, say, tubbo or purpled have (sorry purpled for even speaking your name in presence of the devil. and you have issues too btw. but youre being mostly fine abt them). hell, even ranboo has fought tooth and nail to break away from it (but is cringe and annoying in a different way) my only conclusion from this is that tommyinnit was never talented, funny, or special in any grand way with zero clue of his core identity and now can only live in a false existence as its all hes ever known. he sees himself as bo burnham or robbie williams but he doesnt even know who he is in the first place. which is why he has no swag. he clings to the idea of being the minecraft funnyman, the good to dreams evil, the annoying kid who scored (and lost) a hot girlfriend, but he is failing at all of those things which makes him look desperate and pathetic and using the only thing he currently has: depression. he released a book filled with tweets that only a middle schooler could make to fill up pages (a la gabbie hanna poetry) with ai art and a lack of care for genuine creativity. tommyinnit is nothing more than a washed up 20 yo at the start of his life. at this point he just needs to stop being an online figure as its painful to watch even from a distance.

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[updatingranboo]

tips and tricks for ranboo fans to make chat (and the community) a better place!

hello! since the rebrand is coming up i decided i wanted to make a list of certain things ranboo fans should be discouraged from saying/doing, to keep chat/the community fun and keep from pushing ranboo back into the box of a streamer they no longer are. i personally don’t believe in cringe culture, i think everyone should be able to have fun, but at this point certain jokes and comments restrict ranboo from growing as a person and do reflect on the community. this got a lot longer than i was expecting, apologies! lets begin.

gender jokes (“genderman”, you stole my gender etc)

a super obvious one. getting gender envy from ranboo is normal and super awesome! nothing wrong with that. but the jokes have been overused. the genderman one specifically has ties to minecraft which, while ranboo doesn’t care about being associated with minecraft, it’s still a tie to their past content they would prefer to leave behind. this is the same level as calling them an “mcyt”, while there’s no harm in it and ranboo really doesn’t care, it’s also just.. not really true anymore and hasn’t been for years. let them grow!

2. *blank*boo/general spam

*blank*boo is nothing but spammy. all it does is fill up chats and replies and brings no substance to anything. spamming “tiredboo” when they yawn, “madboo” when they yell etc. is not contributing anything meaningful to a chat. it’s annoying and drowns out actually fun and interesting comments. as for general spam, you can use a few emotes here and there! but when all you do is spam emotes it again just floods the chat. when ranboo tells chat to stop spamming, you stop. don’t take it as a challenge, you will just get banned. yes there is delay, but you can see what other people in chat are saying too. spamming lag, telling them they missed a dono, anything where you find yourself repeating what other people are saying to either get their attention or just because (except for using bttv emotes) just don’t. i know most people are used to speaking in a fast chat, but the truth is chat doesn’t have to be fast! if you don’t have anything to say, you can just stay quiet. even spamming the PETTHEMODS emote defeats the purpose !!

3. telling off chat

slightly related, you don’t have to tell off chat either. going “chat stop” “oh my god chat” just adds to the spam. change the subject! ignore the spam and let the mods take care of it. focus on reacting to the stream and being silly, not being backseat mods.

4. the swearing obsession

ranboo is almost 20. they make so many innuendos every stream. they are heavily considering adding a mature warning to most streams from here on out, and as we have seen they no longer are the “family friendly” kid who they used to be. he can say shit and fuck and people can be normal about it. you don’t have to say LANGUAGE or go THEY SWORE ?????? he’s an adult and can swear. all of his friends swear and a huge portion of us in the community do too. it is not a big deal

5. telling ranboo what to do

back seating in video games, as well as in other situations when it’s NOT ASKED FOR is not fun. let ranboo do what they want. this applies to just general things too- you don’t need to tell ranboo to go to sleep. they can make that decision themself. again, he’s almost 20.

6. assuming ranboo is uncomfortable with something

it’s always good to be careful about respecting boundaries! but don’t confuse your own boundaries for theirs. ranboo has said many times that if something bothers him, he’ll talk about it! it’s safe to say they are more uncomfortable with you harassing an artist for drawing something you personally don’t like, over the actual art itself.

7. the chat hopping/mentioning ranboo unnecessarily

we all love ranboo. that is very obvious. their friends love them too! but when you go into one of ranboos friends chats or comment sections and start either asking about ranboo, telling his friends to play with them, or making unnecessary references to their content, it makes their friends want to do things with them less! streamers are their own people. there’s nothing wrong with watching one of ranboo’s friends streams because ranboo is there, i do it all the time. a lot of us do. the biggest thing is to be RESPECTFUL to the person who’s stream you are watching. if you chat, chat to the streamer! you don’t have to mention ranboo. or, just stay out of chat if you don’t think you’ll be able to stay on topic. you don’t have to speak in chat! there is the flip side of this, don’t bring up other streamers in ranboos chat unnecessarily either! no one cares if you saw two colors and it made you think of something unrelated. it’s so disrespectful to the streamer to do this.

8a. unnecessary negativity

the internet can be a very negative, reactionary place. seeking out negativity just for the sake of an argument is unhealthy and can also expose others to arguments that they wouldn’t have had to see. bait, obvious unchanging bigots, and also people who just don’t like ranboo (which is valid!) don’t need to be engaged. in the case of trolls, bait and bigots, they only bring negativity and are there to cause arguments. don’t give them the attention they want. As for people who just don’t like ranboo, you can leave them be too! Not everyone has to like ranboo. he can handle it, you don’t need to defend him or try and change someone’s mind. now, unnecessary negativity does not equal call outs/criticism!

8b. please criticize !

if something happens in the community, or from ranboo directly that hurts you or makes you uncomfortable, don’t be afraid to say something and help make us all better people! ranboo wants criticism. if it’s purely in the community, try reaching out to the other person first! often things can be settled privately so as to not hurt others by dragging them into the conversation or making things heated and causing people to attack each other. on the other side of this, if you see criticism from someone and feel the need to defend ranboo: don’t. if you are affected by something (ie. you are a person of color and the topic is racism) feel free to add to the conversation! if you do not have an opinion on something (ie lesbians call out lesbiphobia, and you are straight) keep it to yourself. let the people actually affected by something talk and have an opinion, and support them. it may feel like people are “attacking” ranboo (or you!) but they are not. they are real people with real, valid feelings, who want to feel safe in a community when in real life, they may be constantly victims of horrible things. listen first. if you still have your own opinions, reflect on them and why you feel the way you do, and dissect any implicit bias you may have. these are all important things that keep a community safe, happy, and mutually respectful!

ranboo encourages everyone to be good people and use common sense. remember when you say something, people other than ranboo see it too! every account has a person behind it, so treat each other with respect and help make the community a more fun and safe place for everyone to be in. ranboo has no tolerance for bigotry, racism, misogyny, antisemitism, ableism, and so on. remember to be aware of the things you are saying, and if you don’t know why something is wrong, look it up or try asking someone politely!

thank you for taking the time to read all of this! this list is non exhaustive. there are plenty of other things you can do in the community to make this a better place, from uplifting the minorities in the community more, to supporting artists by reblogging/sharing and commenting on their art, and more. at the end of the day though we are here because we love ranboo, so by following guidelines like these and putting in the effort, you show ranboo and the other people in the community you care and make everyone proud.

that’s all for now! keep boobing!

[dreamings-free]

all this noise from solos and larries and here's what i would ask..

even 5 years ago, may 2020, could any of these people even imagine where Louis is today? playing arenas and stadiums and festivals. and his clothing line. and his festival. a live stream. two documentaries. a number 1 album made to his liking and his taste.

all of this didnt happen out of thin air. nor did "fans" alone do it. larries on here famously say they dont like his music or go to his shows or support his movies. yet they are his loudest critics. so what the fuck right do you have to comment on his career?

the problem with these people is they cant help comparing him to others. and its their own insecurities that they cant help projecting on to Louis.

you( not you, the whining bitching rad yous) barely know 10% of his contraints and problems. his radio blacklisting is obvious. he himself said UK festivals are not an option for him. but thats what he is able to mention publicly. you dont even know the rest. these are not things his label or management can snap and disappear. he is succeeding inspite of all of these forces. and he is THRIVING.

he is fine. he is happy. let him live.

and if you can let go of your freak psycho controlling, find some joy in his happiness.

this, anon. so much this! this is what I'm talking about with (lack of) perspective. people coming into my inbox or writing their snidy little posts saying he isn't growing as an artist.. are you fucking kidding me? look at how far he's come since 2020, it's nothing short of amazing - which we've also heard numerous people in the industry (aka not tumblr keyboard warriors) say.

also none of these people ever keep in mind (or conveniently forget..) that it's been less than 5 years he's been out of his contracts with sony and syco. two of which was basically a stand-still due to covid. and yes everyone in the industry was hit by covid but sony's minimal campaign for walls didn't exactly give him anything to build on during the pandemic.

the problem as I see it not so much comparing him to others, but comparing him to artists he isn't comparable to; major label popstars who make tiktok music and fit pop radio and spotify playlists. louis' music isn't that.

and look it's fine if people aren't into the music, I mean I don't listen to harry's or niall's music like at all. taste is different. but if you don't like the music then why do you need to comment on his career choices, his clothes, how much he smokes.. move tf on, stan someone else. don't expect him to change to fit your taste or expectations.

also it's so damn obvious that a lot of people don't understand his music in terms of genre and heritage. and fair enough, not everyone is familiar with british rock music history or britpop or have any interest in it. but then stop pretending you know how to market that type of music or artist.

like when people entertain the idea of louis opening for oasis on their reunion tour and I'm just like.. lmao tell me you know nothing about the british music scene. he would never, at this point in his career. like don't get me wrong, from a genre pov he totally could but he's weighted down by his boyband-xfactor past. like people would throw things at him I'm not joking. the level of music snobbery surrounding bands like oasis.. he needs more time to build and solidify himself as an artist in this scene to earn the respect to be able to do something like that. and that's also what I'm fairly sure he meant when he said that "UK festivals are not an option for him" (is there a direct quote somewhere, I can't remember?). not an option yet. because he needs to - and wants to I believe - earn that respect as an artist from the UK audience before being put on those festival stages. it's unfair and it's stupid but it's a reality.. but he will get there, I know he will. he's already earned so much respect and industry cred from the kinda artist he should be grouped in with; bands who's played AFHF, the people he's writing with.. hell, half of oasis loves him! (noel does too he's just a hiding behind getting that free kitchen lmao). mark my words, he'll get there.

anyway whoa, this got long but you're so right; he is fine. he is happy. and he is THRIVING. let him live.

[dflogerzi]

Political musings

Okay. I am going to post this and then take a bit of a break. I suppose I need to clarify. And I mean my standings in politics. I posted a few things on RFK Jr. the last couple of days, but I may not have been understood. So here are my real standings since the 1980's.

I served under Ronald Reagan in the US Navy. I voted for him twice. I voted for Bush Sr. once. I voted for Ross Perot twice. Okay... you get the drift. Central right. Moderate. And proud to have served my country.

I was registered Republican always until 7 years ago when I had my awakening. I am now Independent. That is only because I am beyond unhappy with many in the GOP. I have never voted for a Democrat, that is that I know of.

No. I was not going to vote for RFK Jr.

Yes. I am going to vote for Trump. Again.

Am I a huge fan of his? I think at times he has been one of his own worst enemies. But here is what I do know. Without him winning this election we will be at the best headed to total socialism. At the worst communism. And I believe that many here in America do not fully understand what that is going to mean. I have been spending my time offline preparing myself for any scenario and getting right within.

Yes. I am nostalgic over JFK and Bobby Kennedy. They were assassinated when I was a young child. I went with my parents to a rally in Santa Barbara just days before RFK died. My sister and I got right up very close. He was quite funny as I remember, making jokes of his competitor's signs in the crowd. And magnetic.

The Democrat party now is nothing like the party of JFK.

Robert Kennedy Jr. is fully awake.

Okay, that was all streamed from consciousness. I REALLY try not to get involved here in politics. It is hard. My feed is FULL of it every day. Driving me nuts. I do not want to argue with anyone. I do not want to change minds. I want everyone to be free to be who they are. And I just wanted to find a place years ago to come and have some excellent vents over what I could see that Meghan Markle is, and what Harry shockingly is as well. I intend to continue with that mission until the end of the saga. Going to do it here, which is my only true social media home where I am active.

Now. Off to my evening and perhaps off a bit more tomorrow. I intend then to return myself to all things royal and fluff and stuff. Hope I can make it until the election...

Pray for our world.

[thenightshadowqueen]

Livestream Watchthrough Thoughts (14-12-2024)

I loved this stream! It was a lot of fun, despite the heckler (they made some great jokes out of it, but it’s still a shitty thing to do), and… Yeah, I don’t have much else to say before I start my thoughts, other than I made a new tag for my watchthrough thoughts, because I’ll probably be making these again. They’re really fun to make, and it seems like there are some people who enjoy reading them, too, so it all works out quite well.

The audio is great!!!

“Lovely little Luke Manning” I love that this is a new thing Sam seems to be doing

Tom has his head in his hands a minute in… this is going to be a good show

Honestly, just settling in and listening to Sam’s intro is so comforting (can you tell my autism likes repetition?)

“I’m taking the joke about German train stations out of my head, because Tom doesn’t want everyone to hate me” this intro has had some edgier jokes and I’m here for it

Callback to the Prime Minister’s First Day!

“I almost understand everything you say!” He said it so earnestly

I know it’s a different tunnel, but… Cliff, is that you?

AJ inserting what’s meant to be a one-off atmosphere-setting singsong and then Sam making him change it over and over is peak SFTH

We made it all the way through munchkin land with Luke without a short joke—amazing!

“Your performance” okay fuck this guy (slight overreaction? …No.)

(They are doing a really good job of handling the heckler, though)

I love the new format of Letters!!!

“Jonathan Rolex” I genuinely have no idea if this is a real person involved with creating Rolex watches (I assume not, but I do not know anything about this sort of thing, so I could be wrong)

“How fucking dare you” Luke is amazing at picking tones of voice; he sounds so politely offended and it’s great

Ooh, we’re breaking the… It’s not really the fourth wall, but kind of?

“You’re. In. …Words.” I love AJ

“Yay!” That was so sweet; Tom is amazing

I love when they do this accent (I’m not sure what part of the UK it’s from and now I fear I’m living up to American stereotypes (I swear I used to know, but I’m exhausted and it’s been a minute since I looked it up))

“Shut the FUCK UP!” Fuck yeah Sam and AJ!

Also Sam indirectly calling the heckler an ass is iconic

“For a wise man, you’ve got to work on your mime” I love it when they insult each other (look insults are a love language, okay, and I like seeing people have friends)

“Tell me a little bit about gold, then” I love that AJ took not knowing what frankincense was (which I assume was genuine, although it could have just been a bit) and turned it into a running joke with the gold

This is so confused and I love it

“I’m Frank; it’s my incense” we can always rely on Tom for wordplay

“Then I put down the hammer” fucking plot twist, Luke, good god

“Cheryl is now…” “Knocked out.” Honestly, I thought they were going to go for ‘dead’, so it’s better than it could have been

“This is becoming a regular occurrence” Tom???

“Is this a robbery, Aaron? Are you robbing the company?” “Only if you force me to get the gun out of my pocket.” This show is gold

“You also have another gun, which is clearly in your belt” I really thought that we were going… somewhere else with that

I’m the tiniest bit sad we didn’t get two lesbians (but obviously I’m also very happy with the scene we got)

Honestly ‘in the round’ is a hilarious suggestion

“I don’t know how to cry. My childhood was bad.” Sam

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Wes Anderson film, but their impressions are always top tier

Luke desperately trying to get Sam to actually understand the Spanish and Sam just failing is amazing

“Get yourself... a drug problem” SAM

Is it a SFTH show if Sam doesn’t unbutton his shirt?

“Calm down” Sam is amazing

“I think I’m going to give Luke the most appropriate book that I've ever given him...” “I Want that Twink Obliterated” oh my god (also, like... I can’t believe that’s a real book) (I absolutely can)

“Pretty sure that's the title of one of our fanfictions” well I’m sure it’s going to be now (also I know they know about the fandom and fandom activities but it still kills me whenever they talk about it)

“Will you please stop trying to have a conversation?” I love that Luke and AJ are just messing up the way the game is meant to work

“Chapter fourteen.” “How did you know we're filing for bankruptcy?” Tom that was an amazing save

This was actually surprisingly wholesome considering the title of Luke's book

The five seconds of pure holding-back-laughter staring between Sam and AJ at ‘egg’

Sam

“I’m going to fuck you up, sun” as a person whose chronic illness gets worse in heat, I don’t think Tom has ever said a more relatable thing

“Well, aren’t we standing in two bland positions” Tom is great

“Here we are. The two men in the world with the longest penises, touching tips.” Well that escalated quickly

I know snake eyes is a dice thing, but... Snakehips?

“Calm down” pt. 2; I love Sam (although I do hope it doesn’t actually bother him)

“If you kiss me now” being interrupted by a kiss is brilliant timing

Also AJ’s still wearing the bracelet ❤️

Fucking hell, Sam (him just grabbing Luke unprompted like that caught me so off guard)

“I’m putting this in a museum” Tom???????

“Now, am I saying ‘see it, say it, sort it’ or ‘see it, say it, sorted’?” “Well, based on that poster, I think it's ‘sorted’.” Look, as an American, I am grateful for the clarification (also hi, SNftHitW)

“The next station is Cockfosters.” “That's not on the Metropolitan Line.” I said in my last watchthrough that I love when AJ makes an unimportant mistake and Sam latches on to it, and I stand by that statement. (Also, they mention Cockfosters station a lot; is that a particularly popular stop, or do they just pick it because it has a memorable name?)

“Yes, well, he does make a lot of promises, doesn’t he?” Oooh, drama (and sass)

“Good evening and welcome to Chip Harrington. I’m Chip Harrington—” Is Chip Harrington related to André Beetroot? (Also I love Chip Harrington already)

I realise AJ stumbling over his words is probably an accident, but I feel like it’s important characterisation for Chip

Also is Chip Harrington grown-up Chip from the Cardboard Stegosaurus? (Seems unlikely, but it’s possible)

Luke causing trouble is the best

“Be very scared” wow, what a news reporter

I adore the way AJ just said ‘~metropolitan~’ (and Chip Harrington and André Beetroot are definitely related, because that was almost a Beetrootian accent slip)

Luke as a child does the most adorable, innocent little faces, and it kills me

“Oh, I needed to tell you something...” see now i really want to know what that was

Luke’s abduction technique is… interesting

“I’m going to copy your face” Luke???

“Just because I fucked your wife Cassandra—” plot twist! (“You didn’t know that.”)

“I was going to give you anaesthetic before I did this; now I’m not so sure” Sam taking his cues from the audience’s response and going “kinky” killed me

“I’ve always thought you were a handsome fellow” hello (god damn it, another niche ship to add to the collection)

“These noisy streets” I love Tom’s passive aggressive way of calling out the people talking at the back

“You always say ‘this is Chip Harrington, and I’m Chip Harrington’, but it’s actually called the news?” I love Tom’s character, and I don’t think we got a name for her, but she deserves one

“I’m Chip Harrington” look he may not have any idea how but he’s trying to help

“I thought you were going to say anal” Tom

Okay so Sam’s acting as Luke’s character pretending to be Sam’s character is incredible

Tom’s baffled/disgusted face as he tries to figure out where they are is everything

“I need to be outside at all times” I know this is meant to be a bit character, but I’m genuinely really intrigued by this storyline

I can’t be the only one who feels like Chip and the mum have a bit of chemistry…

AJ messing up his name after saying it a thousand times might be my new favourite thing

I know we talk a lot about AJ’s singing—as we should—but Sam is also really good

“It’s like that, but really much weirder” AJ is amazing

Chip Harrington is the best

This is chaos

Honestly Tom’s character is a great mum

“There’s a man out on my lawn who won’t shut the fuck up” I love Tom

I genuinely think the mum might be the most sane character we’ve ever gotten

“The audience will ~never know~” god damn it, I’ve been entrapped by another play

I love that the Underground Murderer didn’t actually kill anyone

Tom and Sam’s high-pitched-voice bit at the end is amazing

“We’ll never see some of you ever again. Hopefully that motherfucker.” Fuck. Yes. Sam!

I really hate that they had to deal with that heckler (but they did do an amazing job)

[backfromtwitterforw]

My tr!Ros perception so far: a very long ramble about how my pov of her changed

(For clarification, all the following names are 100% /rp, I think Ros' streams are very chill and she is definitely very talented in building and roleplaying, if she wasn't I wouldn't make a post about her character obviously)

I like Ros more and more tbh... Well, that's not true, actually I dislike her vey much, but in a facinated way. I find her very interesting and complex and I love to see her evolving both in what she wants and in who or what influences her.

At the beginning, my opinion of her was very negative. I saw her as an attention seeker, victimizing herslef by saying how defensless she was against big bag guys who harrassed her, even though she was already quite strong and the harrassement was never that serious or menacing. Even her complaining that she wasn't appreciated enough annoyed me.

Then she actively worked to become stronger, wanting to be able to protect herself and others, craving respect and appreciation. And I think that's when I started noticing how her need for approval made her such an easy target for manipualtion. Her many talks with Bad, Aimsey, Foolish and others made her reflect on who she wants to be and how far she'd be willing to go. Each passing day seemed to leave her more and more confused about her line of actions.

But I was forgetting something. Ros isn't just a product of her surrounding, she is her own person. And although, yes, I still believe she can be manipulated as much as any person of the Realm, I think she knows what she's doing. Will she regret it? Maybe, but the more I see her, the more she seems to choose carefully who to listen to.

Like she seems to take Bad's advice pretty seriously, and tbh, I don't really think he influenced her that much. Ofc he started joking aroung, telling her to kill everyone to be their friends, but when he saw that she was seriously lost, he just pushed her to think about her own happiness and setting up her own goals. Yes, he'd give her advice on how to cause drama and kill if that's what she wants, but I'm sure he'd help her the same way if she said she'd love to be the biggest flower gardener or whatever her answer would've been.

And my idea of her either falsely being naive and influencable or simply choosing who to be manipulated by is more and more confirmed by her "breaking up" with Aimsey. She could've followed the advices of her very close friend, maybe the one she confided to the most, but no. Ros made a real personal choice here, she CHOSE violence.

In her perspective, it's entirely justified, I know, but still. Yellow faction (maybe mostly her king) has her loyalty, she doesn't want to be seen or treated as a lesser member of it, and she's willing and ready do defend her reputation by any way possible, no matter the cost.

Now, she has taken a path that may be hard to come back from, but that his her life, her choice. Some people might still give her advices or encourage her in a way or another, but she seems to finally be ready to stand for herself.

So my opinion of her now is way better. I still don't really like her because of how she's still trying to act as if she has no choice she only had to do what she did (ie kill Aimsey), but where she annoyed me before, she interests me now and she's a great antagonist to some of my faorite povs. So thank you Ros for existing (and GG at cc!Ros for the rp and content <3)