#I had forgotten how much I love this show

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

End Game 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: we're here to boo Andrew.

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“So, you’re coming?” Jacob’s voice quavers with excitement. You can’t imagine how he’d sound if you said no. You hate letting people down, it seems to be all you've ever done.

“Uh, yeah,” you say as you steer around the track; opting for some MarioKart over Minecraft that night, “boss says it’s no problem to get the days off. Just have to make it up after. Is... Is everything still good on your end?” 

“Oh yeah, sure thing,” he assures buoyantly, “I can’t wait. Did you still wanna split the airBnB?” 

“Actually, I got a place to stay for the night then I’ll take the early bus back,” you explain as Princess Peach knocks you off the track, “argh!” 

“Right, that’s good,” he says, “good to know you won’t be stranded out there.” 

“Mhm,” you use your boost to catch up to Peach and get your revenge. You don’t mention that Kara will be with you at the con. You just want to be sure this isn’t something wonky. “It’ll be nice to get out of town. My grandma will probably be happy to have the place to herself.” 

“Yeah,” he scoffs, “what’s her problem anyway?” 

“Just the way she is. She likes her space,” you shrug, “I don’t know, I don’t think she expected to be raising her granddaughter...” 

“Ah, yeah, I guess that would be stressful,” he says, “still, seems like you’re not too bad to be around. Got a job, go to school, all that. Think my dad would love it if I put in half as much effort.” 

“Yeah? You make him sound like a hard ass.” 

“Can be. Lawyer, so kinda his schtick,” he chuckles. 

“Oo, fancy,” you snort. Maybe if either of your parents had been lawyers, you wouldn’t be living off your grandma’s resent.  

“I guess. Never really see him that much...” he grumbles. 

“Hm, well, no winning, is there?” You mutter. 

“Not really,” he sighs and hisses, “ugh, Toad!” 

You chuckle and cross the finish line. A respectable second. You wait for him to finish and stifle a yawn. 

“Tired?” He asks. 

“Little.” 

“Me too, long day,” he groans, “neck’s killing me.” 

“Oh, what’d you do--” 

“You know, I’m-- an idiot. Was messing around on my bike.” 

“Of course,” you snicker, “well, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna sign off. I don’t wanna keep my grandma up and my head’s starting to go.” 

“Sure, I gotta get up early anyway,” he sounds less than enthused. “Good night.” 

“You too.” 

“Tomorrow?” 

“Can’t, work. Day after?” 

“Okay, I’ll make it work,” he confirms, “I’m excited about meeting up. Aren’t you?” 

“Yep,” you try not to show your doubt. You’re still not really sure about everything. 

“Can’t wait,” he rasps and the silt in his tone makes you shiver. 

“Yeah, er, bye then,” you hit end session and take off your headset, your ears tender and a bit sweaty. Even if it is awkward, at least you’ll get to hang with Kara for a bit. You haven’t seen her since grad. 

🎮

You’re already exhausted and you’re not even inside yet. The line for the convention is bustling and your excitement keeps you going as you and Kara gab away and move with the slow crawl. The sun beams down and has you sweating, though you could easily blame that on your nerves too. 

“So, this Jacob... is he cute?” She winks. 

“Kara,” you roll your eyes, “it’s not like that. Really. We just game.” 

“Oh yeah. But do you want it to be more?” She teases. 

“You know I’m not really into all that. I don’t have room for a boyfriend in my life.” 

“So boring. Never change, girlie,” she nudges you playfully. “But really, that’s smart. Calvin is too much. I’m thinking of cutting him loose.” 

“Again?” You squint. 

“Not my fault he keeps coming back,” she giggles. 

You peer around, searching out a familiar face amid the ocean of strangers. You haven’t seen Jacob yet. You’re almost hoping he doesn’t show up. Then again, why wouldn’t he? He paid for you to be here. The reminder of the fact strikes guilt in your chest. 

You pause as your eyes catch another pair, further back in the queue. An older man with a beard. He stands out among the crowd. He wears a tidy button-up where most wear graphic tees or cosplay attire. He stares for a moment before he turns away and looks down, probably at whatever kid dragged him there. 

“Well, what are you going to do if he sees you and falls in love?” Kara asks. 

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. 

“If he’s a nerd like you, how could he not?” 

“Hey,” you frown. 

“What? You’re like the sexy gamer girl type. Isn’t that what dudes want?” She shrugs. “Let me see his pic again. He’s a skinny little thing. He’d definitely be into you.” 

“Urgh, stop,” you cross your arms. 

“Sorry, I’m only playing. You just seem so nervous, I’m trying to loosen you up.” 

“I know,” you puff, “it’s just... I should’ve just said no. This is stupid. I don’t know why I even agreed.” 

“To get out of that shithole,” she snips. “Why do you think I hauled ass the minute I popped by grad cap on?” 

“Mm, yeah, I just hope... do you think he really wants that? Maybe I gave him the wrong idea. Oh, Kar, I really didn’t mean to lead him on.” 

“No, no, I’m sure it’s nothing you did if he does. I mean, he’s probably a virgin so...” 

“That’s mean,” you pout. 

“What, so are you,” she laughs. 

“Exactly,” you shake your head and drop your arms, a buzz jittering your skirt pocket.  

You look down at yourself as you slide your phone free. That was probably a bold choice but it’s so damn hot out. Besides, your Pikachu tee is loose enough to counteract the denim sheath. You turn the screen up, shading it with your hand as you read. 

‘Sorry, not going to make it. Something came up. 🙁' 

You frown and reread the message. Really? You came all the way here, took time off of work, and he’s flaking? 

“What’s up?” Kara asks as she clicks her manicured nails impatiently and stands on her toes, trying to see past the bodies ahead. 

“He just cancelled,” you mutter and type in your reply. 

‘Oh no. Hope it’s nothing bad. Maybe another time.’ 

You hit send and drop your shoulders. You’re surprised how disappointed you are. More so about the wasted effort than anything. Even if you are a bit relieved, it’s shitty. 

“Ah, bullshit!” Kara sneers, “what the hell? What did he say?” She reaches for your phone and you hold it out of her grasp. “That fucker.” 

“It’s probably not his fault. Shit happens.” 

“Babe, you’re gonna settle for a lot of nonsense if you keep that attitude. I’d be friggin pissed if I was you. He brings you all the way here and now he’s too good for you. I bet he saw some cute girl in line and she smiled at him once so now he’s ditching,” she scowls, “I hate boys.” 

“I’m sure... it’s nothing,” you say glumly as your phone vibes again. 

‘I’m real sorry. I hope you still have a good time. Take lots of pictures.’ 

You don’t respond. You lock your phone and put it back in your pocket. It never feels good to be stood up. Even then. 

“You know what, screw him,” Kara snarls, “let’s go in there and buy you the cutest plushie you can find. Hell, maybe you can find an even cuter guy.” 

“Kar,” you warn her. 

“Fine, just the plushie. Maybe two,” she trills, “forget that loser.” 

🎮

The chaos of the convention wipes away the dark cloud over you. You’re almost thankful that Jacob gave you the opportunity to catch up with Kara. You didn’t realise how much you missed her. It’s perfect day where you can forget about your grandmother and your lame job and everything else. 

You rush around from booth to booth. You look at fanart, handmade figures, and stuffies. You’re mindful of your wallet and how empty it really is. You’ll get one thing and a snack. That’s all you can afford.  

As the hours roll by, your early morning bus ride and time spent standing out in the hot sun catch up to you. You feel your muscles starting to ache and your eyelids turning fuzzy. You yawn as you shuffle behind Kara as she waits in line to get a signature from the one D-list celeb she’s heard of. You’d get one too but it’s way too expensive. 

“Hey,” you rub your cheek, “mind if I sit and wait? I wanna grab a soft pretzel anyway.” 

“Sure,” she agrees easily, “looks like it’s gonna be a while.” 

“Want me to bring you a drink or something?” You offer. 

“Nah, just text me where you are so I can find you,” she says. 

You leave her reluctantly. You’d rather not be wandering alone through the hordes but your feet are killing you and your stomach’s been roaring for the last hour. You stand in line for the pretzel stall and get yours with cinnamon sugar and syrup. Messy but delicious. 

You find a table in the corner and settle in. You put your phone beside the napkin and tear apart the doughy goodness. Your phone lights up with a notification from the merge game you like to play and you see several other icons; missed messages. 

You focus on your snack, savouring each bite, as your eyes drift around the crowded centre. You can barely see some of the booths as hordes cluster around. Some cosplayers bat at each other with toy swords as children fight over the arcade machines. You’re overwhelmed by the sheer amount of activity all around. 

You put your head down trying to block out the lights and noise. You feel yourself getting overstimulated. It’s like when you’re in the lecture hall and suddenly you can hear every sniff, sneeze, and keystroke. You close your eyes as you wipe your fingertips on the edge of the napkin, only half-finished your pretzel. 

“Looks good,” a deep voice cuts through the blaring din. 

As you recognise the timbre, your heart squeezes and the world pinpoints at the centre of your skull. You open your eyes and slowly raise your head. You blink dumbly at the unfamiliar man stood in front of you. You think you’ve seen him before, or at least he sticks out from the typical convention attendee. 

It isn’t that he’s too old, there’s lots of older geeks hanging around but they have neckbeards and greasy combovers. His hair is tidy and his beard trimmed close. His clothing also lacks the typical Dorito dust or anime character. You remember, he was outside in the line. 

“Uh, hello?” You utter. 

“Sorry I’m late,” he says as he pulls out the chair across from you. He sits as your insides plunge. You know his voice. 

“Jacob?” You murmur in shock. How? Why? This isn’t the stringy teenager you met online. 

He nods, his jaw tensing, and he crosses an arm over the table, pointing to your half-eaten pretzel, “what’d you get on yours? I can’t decide between sweet or savoury.” 

“Who... are you?” You croak, head spinning as your eyes prick. You knew something was weird. You knew you weren’t talking to Jacob or whoever that boy was in the pictures. 

He takes a breath and lets it out slowly. As his chest deflates, you do too. He’s older than you, bigger than you, and by the looks of him, a lot better off. Why the hell would he be chatting with you? Why would he lie to you? 

“You’re right. I’m not Jacob,” he confesses, the colour draining from his face. He steeples his fingers and considers his next words carefully. You sit back and hug yourself defensively. This is fucked. “My name is Andy, Jacob is my son.” 

“Your son?” You eke out, “why-- why would you lie?” 

He cringes and takes another breath, “he was my son,” he corrects himself, “he... passed.” 

You feel like you’ve been struck. Your mouth falls open, stunned. Not only did he hide behind his son’s photos, but his dead son’s. Oh, god. You feel sick. No, you feel stupid. 

“Look, please, just hear me out. I just—it wasn’t meant to go on this long. When I first lied to you, it was supposed to be that one time. I was... I was lost. I just lost Jacob and I was going through his things. I started playing because I missed him. I wanted to feel like he was still there--” 

“No, no, you got on discord and you started talking to me. As him!” Your voice shakes and your eyes tinge. “That’s not just missing him.” 

“I know, you’re right. I lied but... I got lonely playing by myself so yes, I went onto that discord. You were nice. You didn’t call me a noob or whatever. And... and after work, looking forward to hearing your voice, it got me through a lot of pain. Being alone in that house after so long, I couldn’t cope--” 

“So you lied to me?” You stand and snatch your phone, nauseous to the core, “you manipulated me. How do you know—if you had just been you that I would’ve been any different? If you just wanted to play games, to be friends--” 

“I was scared--” 

“I don’t care if you were scared,” you hiss as you stomp forward. “You’re an adult.” 

He stands and blocks your path. You recoil, put off by his height. He’s a lot bigger on his feet. 

“Please, move or... I’ll scream,” you breathe. 

“You don’t have to do that. Just hear me out,” he pleads. 

“I don’t want to hear anything else from you, Jacob. Or Andy. Or whoever you really are,” you sneer, “move.” 

He shudders and hangs his head. He makes himself seem small as his shoulders round and he backs out of your way. You bite down and march past him.  

You need to get to a bathroom. Now. You’re going to spew up your guts. More important, you need to get yourself together before you go find Kara. She can’t know this happened. It’s too embarrassing. 

[cyberseong]

for your love.

pairing: yeosang x f!reader.

genre: smau, established relationship.

warnings/topics: lots of edging, dom!reader, sub!yeosang, degrading, use of names like ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, masturbation, handjob, unprotected vaginal sex, orgasm denial, use of cock ring, overstimulation, soft ending(?).

a/n: there are probably so many typos in this omg, and i’m sure i might’ve forgotten some topics mentioned but oh well. notes are very much appreciated, enjoy!

word count: 1.5k

y/n excused herself from the table she sat at with her friends almost immediately when she received the notification from yeosang. the fact that he had sent something in the form of a video told her everything she needed to know; yeosang had been home alone since she left to hang out with friends, and beforehand he’d been ranting on and on about how bored he would be once she was gone. he hated spending even the smallest amount of time away from her, so this time, he figured it’d be a good idea to show y/n how much he was missing her.

she eventually found herself in an isolated location of the cafe, where she opened the file yeosang had sent to her. she made sure the audio was connected to her headphones before playing it, as that was definitely the last thing she wanted to be caught listening to in a public space.

the video showed yeosang sitting on their shared bed with only an oversized tshirt on, a flustered expression shown on his face as his hand repeatedly flicked upwards on his lubed cock. the noises of wetness from his hand against it mixed with his moans of desperation caused y/n’s breath to hitch; her thighs squeezed together subconsciously as she watched the video before her with her best nonchalant expression.

once the video ended, yeosang followed up with a simple “i miss you” message— almost as if he hadn’t sent a video of him masturbating less than 2 minutes ago.

she had to go home.

y/n shut off her phone, hurriedly walking back to the table where her friends still sat. she grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder as the rest of the table looked at her in confusion.

“i’ve got to leave early; yeosang needs me. we can catch up another time, bye guys!” before anyone could even get a response out of their mouths, y/n was out the cafe door. their house was only a 3-minute walk from the cafe, so y/n began to sprint down the sidewalk as she texted yeosang to let him know that she was on her way.

incredibly out of breath, y/n stopped in front of the house’s door, fumbling through her purse before finally grabbing a hold of her keys, quickly unlocking the door, and rushing inside. as she gets closer to their bedroom door, yeosang’s quiet whimpers and whines became more and more audible; she couldn’t wait to have him positioned under her, begging and repenting for the ludicrous stunts he pulled nearly 10 minutes ago.

as y/n opens the door, yeosang doesn’t even hesitate— he continues with his actions shamelessly, being too close to his release to have any sort of decency in this situation.

“does it get you off that much, hm? being so needy and ruining my date with friends?” y/n instigated; she knew degrading him would only make the situation worse than it already was— not that either of them minded, though.

y/n sat beside him on the bed, grabbing both of his hands and pinning them above his head. she slightly hovered above him, taking a moment to observe her boyfriend’s current state. he had a fucked out look in his eyes, which told her that he’d been at it for a while now. his entire face was flushed bright red as his forehead and neck glistened with sweat. she couldn’t deny that the look made her want to torture him; to edge him for hours on end to the point of overstimulation as a punishment for the video he sent earlier.

she palmed at yeosang’s exposed dick, applying the right amount of pressure to make him mewl in sensitivity. “y/n, please, i’m gonna– just let me cum,” yeosang whined loudly, attempting to rut his hips against y/n’s hand.

“after the shit you just pulled? god, you’re such a whore, yeo,” y/n growled as she reached over yeosang’s body with one hand, pulling out the top drawer of the bedside table and pulling out a certain ring. as soon as it came into yeosang’s line of sight, a look of despair washed over his irises, almost a sense of fear instilling in his system.

“y/n, no, please, i’m sorry, i won’t do anything like that again, w-won’t send you any more videos while you’re out with friends, just please,” he cried out, but y/n didn’t feel any sense of sympathy toward him; she slipped the ring all the way onto his cock, hindering the speed of his orgasms for the time being.

“if you can last 30 minutes without bitching and whining like a slut, maybe i’ll think about letting you cum, hm?” y/n grinned devilishly as yeosang whimpered at the thought of being edged for half an hour longer. nevertheless, he nodded; he knew he’d done something bad, and it was only right for him to accept the punishment for it.

lathering her hand in even more lube than what covered yeosang’s dick, y/n wrapped her fingers around the tip of yeosang’s length, placing a thumb over the slit and rubbing across it agonizingly slow. yeosang screamed from the motion; he was already incredibly sensitive there, and the applied pressure surely didn’t make it any better. “y/n, p-please,” he trailed off; he didn’t even know what he was pleading for, the feeling was just too intense for him to handle.

y/n eventually began to stroke his throbbing cock lazily with her fingers, causing his hips to buck into her hand repeatedly as her speed increased with every moan that escaped yeosang’s lips. “the more you whine like a slut, the worst it will be for you baby,” y/n teased, which made him quiet his noises almost instantly.

soon enough, y/n’s hands began to tire— she flipped their positions, practically manhandling yeosang into a different position.

y/n quickly stripped from all of the clothes she was wearing, except for the dangerously short black miniskirt that she wore.

“fuck me, yeosang. show me that it was actually worth my time to come back home for this,” y/n spat condescendingly as she peered up at yeosang’s glossy eyes.

obediently, yeosang nodded— he was about to finger y/n to prepare her instead of immediately slipping into her, but as soon as she noticed what he was about to do, she grabbed his hand, guiding it up to her breasts instead. “there’s no need for preparation, yeo. j-just, please fuck me already,” y/n’s dominant aura faded slightly as desperation clouded her vision.

“okay, i’m sorry doll, i— i will,” whimpers sounded from yeosang’s throat as he carefully thrusted into y/n’s hole. his pace was slow and sloppy since the cock ring was still hindering his performance, and the tightness from y/n’s pussy only made the feeling of overstimulation pumping through his dick multiply.

“god, you can’t even fuck me correctly today? your cock is just so useless, making me do all the work myself,” y/n scoffed, forcing yeosang to pull out before switching their positions yet again so she sat on top of him. her skirt rode up to her midriff as she sunk back down onto yeosang’s length, her hips moving precisely as she rode him.

yeosang bit his lip harshly in an effort to contain his sounds, but that didn’t work at all. as y/n sped up her pace on his lap, his moans only progressed into screams from the feeling of being inside of her.

“what did i say yeosang. stop making so much noise and take it like the whore you’ve been.”

that sentence was yeosang’s absolute limit; y/n knew how he reacted to the names, but the degrading had sent him over the edge. “y/n please, it’s been about 30 minutes, right? please, i can’t do this anymore, i need to- oh my god,” he let out a long and hoarse moan, hot tears streaming down his face in hopelessness.

“f-fuck, yes, i’ll let you cum now baby,” y/n breathed, slipping the ring off of yeosang before dropping back down onto yeosang’s dick. with a few more thrusts, the two of them reached their climaxes simultaneously. yeosang's cum spilled into y/n as he whimpered once again, a string of curse words falling from his lips as he did so. y/n pulled off of him with quivering legs before falling back onto the mattress right beside her lover.

it took a while for yeosang to fully come back to his senses; that was probably the most fucked out y/n had ever seen him. they turned their heads to look in each other’s direction; y/n leaned in to press a loving kiss against his lips before snuggling up close to yeosang. “i wasn’t too hard on you was i, love? i don’t think i’ve ever seen you so… desperate,” she released a small giggle as she saw the corners of his mouth curve up, along with his eyes crinkling in slight embarrassment from her words.

“you were perfect, y/n; can you even blame me? you know i can’t bear to spend that much time away from you.”

“i was only gone for an hour, yeo.”

[jeons-catalyst]

https://www.tumblr.com/jeons-catalyst/752451204037165056/jikook-and-their-rainy-day-fight-its-been-a-year

How can you jokers romanticize this story when it was clearly something so traumatic for Jungkook? Jimin gaslighted him and made him feel like he had to respect his elders took advantage of a minors vulnerability to say he will not take care of him anymore and you romanticize this? I am so happy taekook have each other because unlike Jimin, taehyung never asked Jungkook to respect him but instead asked him to treat him like a friend. It’s no wonder Jk said taehyung is his safe place and that they never fight with each other but get scolded together. I don’t know why jokers continue to ship jikook when it is clear that Jk always preferred tae because Tae made him feel safe not Jimin who kade him cry.

“How can you jokers romanticize this story when it was clearly something so traumatic for Jungkook?”

Is the trauma in the room with us? Are you forgetting that Jungkook is the one who literally brought up this story during Festa 2020 and even when he spoke about it, it was in the context of something he still felt very sorry about? Have you forgotten that everytime Jungkook has spoken about the rainy day fight he literally has always had the biggest smile on his face? So what trauma are you talking about? What rock have you been living under not to know that it is completely normal for friends, family and loved ones to have arguements with each other? Who told you that arguments which are completely normal in every relationship are always traumatic experience? If Jungkook laughs at the memory of the fight and has no issue with it then who are you to claim that it was a traumatic experience for him?

“Jimin gaslighted him and made him feel like he had to respect his elders took advantage of a minors vulnerability to say he will not take care of him anymore and you romanticize this? “

Some of you learnt the word romanticize and never looked back. Jimin wasn’t the one making him feel like he had to respect his elders you moron. These are Asian and to them respect for elders is a must. Jimin grew up like that, all the other members grew up like that and that is why everyone was mad at the way Jungkook spoke to his elders. I didn’t see you going to attack the other members for being mad at Jk because he didn’t show them enough respect or do u only know how to show how much of a badass you are when it comes to attacking the only person who had the initiative to pull Jk to the side to talk to him? It is not your place to question people’s culture. You might be from a culture that doesn’t value respect for elders but if you are going to stan korean men, the least you can do is try to understand their culture.

“ I am so happy taekook have each other because unlike Jimin, taehyung never asked Jungkook to respect him but instead asked him to treat him like a friend. "

Lmaooo. You shot yourself in the foot with this one anon. Have you forgotten that out of all the members Jimin is the one who Jungkook drops honorifics with the most? Have you forgetten Jimin himself saying that Jungkook really can’t treat him like a hyung? Have you forgotten that even though Tae literally asked Jungkook to feel comfortable with him and treat him like a friend yet Jungkook declined and only kept dropping honorifics with Jimin since day one? Do you know the implication of Jk constantly dropping honorifics with Jimin? That was the one thing which showed just how close and comfortable he felt with Jimin. When tae asked Jk to drop honorifics with him and Jk declined, the reason he gave was that he wanted to treat all his hyungs as hyungs because he felt like if he treated them like same age friends, that could destroy their relationship but he never had that problem with Jimin. Did you ever ask yourself why? You are so happy taekook have each other then why on god’s green earth didn’t Jk call Tae when he was lost? Why did he go ahead to call the person who kept gaslighting him and forcing him to respect his elders?

“ It’s no wonder Jk said taehyung is his safe place and that they never fight with each other but get scolded together.

Honestly i don’t know if you are serious or you are just a set up account. First of all, Jk has never once said Tae is his safe place. Y’all can make up all the shit you want in ur spaces but don’t bring that nonsense to people who actually watch real content or don’t mistranslate the things the members say. If Tae was such a safe place to Jungkook as you claim, can you tell me why Jk said Jimin was the member who gave him the most comfort? Can you tell me why Jk didn’t call his safe place when he was lost? Jk has never ever remotely said anything about Tae being his safe place so please anon, do yourself a favor and watch some real content.

Honey, two people you claim are the closest, are in a romantic relationship and are each other’s safe place going over a decade without fighting once doesn’t sound strange to you? You don’t realize that people don’t have a reason to fight or disagree when they don’t have that much of a deep emotional connection? What were taekook going to argue about? Games? If two people don’t even have heart to heart talks with each other most of the time but just do surface level things with each other, what will they be fighting about? I don’t think this is something you should be boasting about because nothing debunks your ship more than the fact that a supposed couple have gone years together and never argued with each other once. This isn’t speaking very well about the supposed closeness you think taekook have but that’s a topic for another day.

“I don’t know why jokers continue to ship jikook when it is clear that Jk always preferred tae because Tae made him feel safe not Jimin who kade him cry.”

LOL. Do you mind expatiating on the ways Jk has always preffered Tae over Jimin? I mean it is silly to do these comparisons because anybody with a brain knows that Jk has a different relationship with Jimin and Tae so in what ways does Jk actually prefer tae over Jimin? Is it when he repeatedly chooses to do things for Jimin that you can only dream of for ur ship or is it when he chooses to spend most significant moments of his life with Jimin or is it when he constantly chooses Jimin as his comfort, the one who knows him best and the one whom his heart is most connected to? Which one anon cuz from where i am sitting, it is very clear that Jk is and has always been partial to Jimin and you and your breed know it and that is why y’all will never dead the fanservice narratives.

Don’t bring this kind of stupidity to my blog next time. If you want to be unfortunate, please do so in your own space. Thank you!

[precious-little-scoundrel]

Hello love!

Could you please give a sneak peek of the day Rosie proposed to Ida and how she reacted?

Thank you !

Proposal #1 -for there were many

Thank you for this sweet request, how I adore these two and being given the nudge to finally dig into their fledgling dynamic. Thank you for your patience as I scribbled this out over weeks

Warnings: pretty fluffy, next to none besides a tiny bit of suggestive thoughts and a vague reminiscence of sexual abuse = brief thought process that being alone with a man is courting violence

Rosie x Ida

Date: fall of 1945

This apartment had hardwoods, cherry with perfectly straight painted crown molding and a fireplace. The city screeched and buzzed out the windows, a dizzying drop downward.

“Two doors down, you said?” she asked Robert again, not having in any way, shape or form forgotten how close his apartment was to this prospective new home of hers. It was downright scandalous, and Ida found herself half enjoying that, the look of affronted decorum the bellkeep gave them when Robert snagged the keys to show her -unescorted- the rooms for lease.

“Yeah, two down on the left.” Robert was leaning against the kitchen counter and watching her unproductively trail her fingertips over the hallways paint job. “We could go in together on it.” he added, and that sort of voice of his made her shiver. In a nice way, a panicked sort of nice. When Robert Rosenthal tested the limit it was always with finesse. “Or you could check mine out. It’s got a better fireplace.”

Ida was rusty at flirting but banter she knew. She stalwartly kept her back to him lest those blue eyes make her foolish and continued to stroke the paint. “Does it have hardwoods, though? Mm?”

“I’ve got hardwoods.” his voice had reached a new low and Ida’s spine was alight from it.

She hardly recognized this creature toeing the line with him, inviting scandal, enjoying a man in pursuit, asking to see his apartment. What did she hope to inspire? Presumption? Ruination? Violence, even? There were so many reasons not to enter a bachelor’s apartment alone, and yet Ida asked, “May I see them?”

Robert never denied her anything. That was what was intoxicating about him. Nothing of himself was off limits. Poor behavior and bad decisions? He halted them in her as unwaveringly as her father but of himself? He was a wellspring of generosity. “Of course.”

His apartment was beautiful, if a little bare. Cluttered more than homey, records and case files scattered about but it was clean in the ways that mattered. And it smelled of him, his soap and his cologne and whatever invention he used to maim his curls into submission. She had treasured those scents on his scarf and now she had a whole location to breathe him in. It was staggering.

Robert watched her in his space the same as he had in the empty one, closely, yearningly, from a distance. For Ida to have come at all meant a great deal, she’d told Egan as much in excuse for not going and he’d told her in return she was ready. And here she was, feeling very rash, very torn and not at all like an intern reviewing prospective housing in a new city.

It was never going to be just that. Not with Rosie. She knew that and it terrified her.

“Want coffee?” He offered, breaking the stillness, that’s something she loved about his company, the way he never had to fill the space with more than what they brought to it. “You’re here now.” he cajoled and was already scooping grounds before she gave him a shy nod.

“Coffee would be lovely.”

He hummed as he filled up the pan, tinkering around in a not fully sterile kitchen. It had elements and food products and Ida was glad to see he was taken care of. “Choose a record.” he told her as she spaced out, intrigued beyond reason at the rolled up sleeves along his forearms.

“What?” she startled.

“Put on a record.”

Out of mischief alone she put on Tommy Dorsey. They’d had arguments over this, but he shouldn’t have owned any of he didn’t want her to play a jest. The pumping beginnings of Sunny Side of the Street began to tug into melody when she felt him, so close it would have been reason for spooking except she caught his approach in the reflection of the great glass windows, it was growing dark outside and she was still here and he was making her coffee and his hand on her waist suggested he intended to dance with her.

They were very good at dancing together. She loved their easy flow, missed the feeling of his strength with every spin and turn, his shoulder during a sway, agile hands when he tossed her off. He’d never asked when they were alone. The intimacy was unlike anything she’d ever felt as the coffee gurgled in the background and Dorsey’s trumpets blared and Rosie Rosenthal swayed her beneath his hands and a heavy lidded gaze.

“—Grab your coat, don’t forget your hat but leave your worries, leave ‘em on the doorstep, life’s sweet, just direct your feet to the su-sunny side of the street—“

Ida folded her hand over the soft fabric of his shoulder and laid her cheek there, knowing with a lesser man she’d be asking for trouble. Robert had some in store for her, but not the sort to dread. “I’d make a great to do about this if I didn’t think you’d just up and leave a nice dinner in the middle of my speech—“ he began to talk and she closed her eyes, just breathing him in and feeling him move her in tiny steps along his living room rug. Perhaps his mother had picked it out for him. Ida liked his mother and she liked Ida and she had told her to look after her soon in that grand apartment building. Robert couldn’t budge her from Brooklyn— “so I’m doing it now and I don’t want an answer right now either. But Ida, you know, y-you know this is coming and I’ve got to say it. I want you to marry me.”

Maybe she knew but still, it was startling. She felt her eyes smart and that alone was a surprise, not a sort of response she anticipated of herself. She screwed them shut all the tighter and pressed her cheek nearer to him. He knew so much -how could he ever want this.

“I’ve applied, Ida, to be an assistant council. For the trials over in Germany.” his voice was professional, gentle, she tried to breathe, “The way I see it, you haven’t even begun exams yet, you’ll learn more as my assistant over there than a whole year here floundering without contacts. It wouldn’t be a waste even on the professional level, you know? But that’s not all, you know it’s not all.”

“Robert.” she breathed.

“If they accept me that’s a year apart, that’s me over in Germany and calling you every day and it being too many hours apart and-“ he sounded genuinely panicked himself at the thought, “there’ll be censors and I’ll only get to tell you about the bratwurst I had for breakfast and how we really did a number on the architecture and -Ida, I don’t know about you but I can’t do it. I can’t be without you that long. The you, I mean the you I call and I know and who sorts my day out every evening with your laughs and anecdotes. Ida think on it.”

Oh she’d only ever hoped he felt the same but now he did, it was the most dreadful thing. Because he was right and that was always hard to argue with, but he also seemed genuine and that meant when she declined him he’d only be hurt, genuinely hurt. “I could go, Robert,” she thought it out, “and there’d be no need to marry.”

He shook his head, vehemently and she didn’t have to raise her own to know his eyes were wild and blue, “No, no stay or go I’ve gotta marry you, Ida. You’re it.”

“You like what we have?”

“It’s everything to me.”

“Then let’s not ruin it.” she begged. “It’ll be horrible and awful and if you think you can manage it now that’s all very sweet but one day you’ll not feel the same, and when you do then I won’t be able to take it. I’ll hold you to it, I’ll tell you I told you so. I can’t look the other way, I’m not that sort but you’re young and why won’t you? And I won’t stand for it. Don’t -let’s not ruin it, Robert. You’re too dear to me.”

He cupped a hand under her chin and lifted her face to his, smile lines crunching as he tucked his chin, she loved when he directed her like this. God she loved it. “I’m not wanting to ruin anything.” he replied levelly, “I’m trying to preserve what we have. I want this forever, Ida, forever. This, just this. Doesn’t ever need to be more, I want this.”

The record had begun to skip. “You know so much-“ she choked, “why would you ever want-“

“I love you.” it was always that simple, “And I won’t ever not. And you’re no charmer so you know when your boys and your girls love you it’s for you and you don’t doubt them and I don’t deserve that either, you’re everything good and right and what I believe in, and I wanna wake up next to you in Nuremberg Germany or Victor, New York and I wanna be reminded I’ve got a reason to go on and I wanna slip in beside you at the end of the day in our pajamas and tell you what justice we’ve done and who we’ve locked up -Ida, look me in the eyes and tell me you can do without me. Even if you can, I can’t without you. I can’t. I want you. Think on it, please sweetheart; think on it.”

He was thumbing tears away now and his own cheeks seemed to glisten. “I can’t promise you anything.” she cried, “I don’t even know if I can sleep next to you.”

“Then we’ll buy matching sofas.” he argued, “Or the adjoining apartment.”

“That’s not a wife, that’s a roommate.”

“That’s a wife -a companion.”

“A companion? What are you, ninety five? Did you have mumps as a child, Robert? Is this where this is coming from?”

“Ida, I don’t expect a damn thing from you. You know it. I think you know it.”

“Yes, which is perturbing.” she hit back, “And if you think I will progress faster with someone breathing down my neck and tapping their foot in impatience -you’re more fool than I thought.”

“This, Ida.” he was implacable, “I want this. What we have right now.”

She pulled away from his embrace, realizing how long she had allowed his arms to cradle her after their dance had ended. How heatedly they had begun to discuss this, how close he was. How handsome he looked, how well he argued—“Arguments.” she scoffed, “You want arguments?”

“I wanna marry you.” he grinned back.

“Ah yes, no see,” Ida took to pacing, a habit picked up from him and there's the rub, “that’s where we differ. Marrying me would be quite the mistake and ruin -well I can’t take credit for your life, I don't think I’ve that much power, but I do think I could manage to ruin a decent portion of your late twenties and that would be most unfair for a man of your standing and…sweetness.”

“S’long as it’s you doin’ the ruining.” Rosie rejoined lazily from his steadfast position atop Till Death Do Us Part Hill. “How ‘bout that coffee?”

“I didn’t agree to anything!” she chased after him as he ambled into the kitchen, his back looked so broad in this domestic scene.

“And I didn’t ask for an answer.”

“You’re infuriating sometimes, Robert.”

“You called me sweet five seconds ago.”

“Case in point.”

“You’re going to love law school, Ida. They train you to snap professionally, you’ll take to it like a fish to water.”

“Truly insufferable.”

“You’d like Germany in the fall.”

“Robert!”

“Here’s your coffee; black, one sugar.”

“You remembered.”

“Ida. Please.”

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[briebysabs]

Vnc OP 1 - Sora to Utsuro

We are here again! I’ll be taking the time to talk of VnC’s first opening and breaking down the lyrics. Specifically in regards to what I will refer to as the dream loop theory. If you don’t know what I mean by that, the base summary is that the VnC universe is a story. Noé is the narrator, the character, the archiver and the creator. Noé is writing the memoires to manifest his memories. Let’s call it a memory world. He does this either to escape his regret-filled reality or to save Vanitas. However, when he “loops”, he doesn’t remember why he’s there so everything plays out the way it was written in the memoires.

Then Noé will live on, write the memoires again, and the cycle continues. And because he’s done this countless times, the memoirs gradually stray away from the original story. I’ll elaborate further when talking about OP 1. Right about now!

This was the main translation I could find for the full song (not including English covers but I could reach the same conclusions for those as well) If anyone has other translations for the whole thing, I’d love to see it. https://youtu.be/G_bJwB1YePw?si=xPVlV3_Fd57S-Bo1

/You’re pondering the simple things, pretty much human emotions and love/

/I hope one day you’ll understand/

/Too many wounds have left you patched together, a miserable sight/

/That doesn’t even know the definition of alive/

It is confirmed that this opening is from Noe’s POV. But keep in mind for the rest of this thread, it’s future Noé speaking. There are two main readings for the song; for the most part it’s Noé talking to or about Vanitas. And then there’s Noé talking to himself. This part has both interpretations.

Noé to Vanitas: Vanitas does struggle to understand his emotions throughout the story, that includes love. Vanitas is a broken individual, has too many wounds/trauma Noé cannot ignore and for a long time, was fueled by getting his “revenge”. Thus he’s forgotten what it means to live. You can also read into “doesn’t know the definition of alive” in a meta sense, from the beginning of the story he’s already dead.

And the very name ‘Vanitas’ is surrounded with the imagery of death, futility and mortality. So yes, Vanitas as a concept doesn’t know what ‘alive’ is.

Noé to himself: Noé as well is trying to figure out human emotions. This is a case study of a human after all. The memoirs follow Noe’s journey in understanding Vanitas’ thinking. And we’ve had Noé blatantly ask Vanitas what love means. But we can read this as Noé , sort of telling his past self that one day he will understand and feel this pain. Take note of “many wounds have left you patched together”. As I said, he could be talking about how “fragile” Vanitas is but what if this is about himself?

/No need to say “just the two of us” or anything/

/I have a feeling we can understand each other/

/And that’s fine for now/

This is calling to the Catacombs Arc, where Vanitas repeats Noe’s line of being able to do anything together. Interesting enough, it’s that arc where we see a bit of Vanitas’ backstory and it ends with the two sitting against each other. An understanding has been reached. Of course we all know that’s what VnC is about but of course he adds the ‘for now’ because what would this show be without its looming doom.

/I love this world and the light only you give me/

/Makes the world I see through these fractured eyes/

/Look gleaming and bright/

It’s these verses that made me want to spend more time on this. First of all, ‘I love this world’, a little weird right? I can only hope this translation is the most accurate but we’re saying ‘this’ instead of ‘the world’. Makes it sound like “I like this one. I prefer this one.” And ‘the light only you give me’ is very odd if we’re saying this is from Noe’s POV. Emphasis on ONLY.

Another reason why I believe it’s future Noé singing because why would present Noé say Vanitas is the only light he has? Vanitas is the only thing keeping him from falling apart. Vanitas being the sole reason Noé loves the world…doesn’t line up with the Noé we’re seeing now. Now it could be Vanitas is a “special” light. But that kinda raises more alarms because Vanitas is very admired in this song guys. And present Noé I feel wouldn’t be so sure in proclaiming this. The world being seen through fractured eyes could be multiple things. We know Noé sustained an injury on his left eye when Teacher bought him.

This could feed into a theory that has been speculated over the years that Noe’s vision was permanently altered and he sees things from that eye differently. Of course, it could refer to future Noe’s perception of life being broken due to the events of the series. Thus why Vanitas is the one thing that makes it gleaming and bright. You could then ask “But Vanitas is gone in the future so how is that possible?” In comes my theory. It’s interesting how Noé is often associated with light, the sun etc. but here we see him give those characteristics to Vanitas’ presence.

/There’s no such thing as a sure thing/

/But you can see me can’t you?/

Things get a little fuzzy here. Obviously, nothing is sure, nothing lasts forever. This period of happiness will pass. But “you can see me”. Assuming this world is a memory, this could be Noé being elated from seeing Vanitas. That his plan has worked. But you can also interpret this, I forgot who pointed it out but ty whoever you are, that this is the one moment Vanitas interjects in the song. Essentially saying, “you can see me, so this is not real.” As if trying to wake Noé up. And if you look at the OP itself, for most of it Vanitas is following or lagging behind Noé like a ghost. There’s even a part where Noé is looking at a drawing of a view instead a real one, Vanitas is yelling at him, trying to get his attention and Noé ignores him completely. Not to mention the OP starts and ends with Noé sleeping, Vanitas nor his belongings ever in the room almost as if it was all a dream hmmm.

You can see this also as Noé acknowledging the world he has created is only temporary. Noé knows this isn’t real, isn’t a sure thing. But then Vanitas comes in to be like “you can see me, can’t you. So is it that bad?”

/I’m pondering the simple things, pretty much emptiness and frigidity/

/One by one lies have increased/

/Playing with a simple puppet/

/My rusted head is shaking/

We’ve contrasted “human emotions and love” with “emptiness and frigidity” here. Frigid here means the bitter cold, stiff, lacking in warmth. The opposite of what Noé says this world gives him so safe guess, he’s talking about the reality he is escaping. Where Vanitas is dead as well as a lot of his friends. The lies have built upon each other, adding to my theory where the numerous times Noé has done this has created layers upon layers of worlds. And each one has more inaccuracies than the last. This is his story, a play, he is the writer and the puppeteer of everyone’s roles. When they appear, what they say and do is decided by what Noé writes in the memoires. But by all the loops he’s made himself a puppet too. His head being rusted could hint at many, many years passing since everything happened. What’s even more interesting is remember, Vanitas is the one usually associated with cold and emptiness. So why is Noé assigning those things to his thoughts? It really shows how future Noé has come to view Vanitas vs himself. Because ignoring any theories or whatever for a second, future Noé is clearly burdened with regrets and hate towards himself.

/Your laughing was reflected by a daydream/

/Without knowing yet we just want to laugh/

/Throw away the answer, whatever you want is fine for now/

We circle back to the dream thing again. What is a daydream? It’s something you fantasize about when you are bored or in need of a distraction. A reflection looks and behaves exactly like you, copies your movements, but is it real? We all know mirrors and reflections play a major role in the story. Whether having mirrors or frames in official art or volume covers. Characters reflecting each other like Vanitas/Astolfo, Domi/Louis, Ruthven/Noé etc. I think the “throw away the answer” is interesting, it could be Noé again knowing what the “right” thing to do is but is desperate to see Vanitas laugh. Feels very much like a “oh forget about all that, what do you wanna do?” Noé putting other people before himself and being selfless to a fault.

/I love this world that lacks everything/

/If the mechanical echoes/

/Everything seems to be laughable/

/I can’t be proud of it/

/But isn’t the burning dream beautiful/

Why would you love a hollow world? This is Noé saying this. How can a world lack everything if it’s meant to be real? Unless it isn’t. Unless it lacks what you truly desire even if you claim to love it regardless. Echoes fall into the same vein as reflections I brought up previously. ‘Mechanical’ implies it’s a machine, tying back to it being empty and hollow. Lacking realness. And it’s funny, Noé says he’s not proud of it. His world, his creation if you will. That it’s laughable even but then goes on to call it beautiful. Think about that for a minute. The dream is burning because Vanitas will always die no matter what Noé does. Everything will go up in flames, it’s only temporary but guess what? To Noé, this fleeting period of happiness is far better than whatever he has left when he wakes up.

/When the sky and the void meet look back because the dreams will come later/

/When the sky and the void meet look back be still in bloom/

/When the sky and the void meet born and die repeatedly/

/The future and lies break and laugh/

We’ll stop here because the song then goes back to the first chorus “I love this world and the light you give me” stuff. This part of the OP I would say is the most vague, you can read this a lot of ways. However you want to interpret it, there is a clear loop going on. We can see “sky and void” as metaphors for Vanitas and Noé. Personally I’d say Noé is the void because of that official art that has Vanitas with a clear sky in the background and Noé is sinking into the darkness. Similar to when he drinks someone’s blood and sees their memories.

But while Vanitas has a few purple butterflies, Noé is given that distinct glowing blue butterfly. Vanitas is Noe’s light. We talk about that art for hours but that's for another day. Plus given how Noé talks in this song, it’s safe to say he sees himself as the void. And once they meet the dreams will come later, to be born and die repeatedly. Meeting could be their actual meeting from chapter one and the cycle/memory world begins from there. It could be wherever fuck they were when Noé failed to grab Vanitas’ hand. The future and lies….what lies? Who my dear readers would be lying to us :000. But eventually that mountain of lies will come tumbling down.

And, no theory just pure delulu I’ve always headcanoned that when Vanitas dies Noé is going to break out laughing. So if that happens the op spoiled it.

[itsmakingyoucry]

I thought of those times I have held my lovers, my brothers and sisters, and my fathers in my arms as their souls slowly withered from their bodies. I thought of the times I vowed I would never do it again.

Then I thought to myself; you asked me to.

And no matter how strong my resolve is,

you asked me to.

So now you are only another person whose blood has stained my shirt sleeves and crept into the wrinkles and crevices of my palms.

You are just another body whose shadow lingers in my arms. You are another person I failed, and no matter how much I loved you, the fact remains; I failed you. It does not matter how much I loved you.

You are still gone. You are cold in my arms

[loving-jack-kelly]

Jack Crutchie and Race childhood best friends who took turns sleeping at each others' houses when things were bad at home, who spent so much time together that they practically have their own language, who understand each other so well they don't even have to speak to know what's going on, who are so casually affectionate and loving with each other that all of the have been accused of dating the others more than once, who are each others' stability and solid ground and constant through everything life throws at them.

[lieutenant-amuel]

Elena of Avalor is genuinely such a good show.

[groundbreakingdot872]

Ever think about the fact that Uther fell in love with a corpse?

That Catrina was dead, had already been dead for weeks, when the troll strutted into court wearing her face

And speaking of the origins of their plan- the troll had likely scavenged the estate of Tregor after the invasion minutes after the event, kicking bodies out the way on her instinctual hunt gold

Instead of finding anything valuable, which the bandits had already taken, she found pretty personal belongings, too lesser for a thief... and the lady that they belonged too.

Brutally murdered maybe, but intact enough to be recreated, and impersonated.

Finding her manservant’s body fallen nearby made the idea too easy to conceive, a "Jonas" in hand and the personal items of Catrina ruthlessly ripped away, the plan wealth beyond their imagining was already in motion

And then in the aftermath, of the whole horrid, gruesome, embarrassing affair, when the rumors had died down enough…

Uther must’ve gone quietly, in the early hours of the morning, to visit Catrina’s grave - the real Catrina

Laid flowers, and shed a few private tears over the woman he had never met, but had strong feelings for, perhaps love. Her physique and voice had enchanted him, in more ways than one, and temporarily given him a happy out from the sins of the past

Though it must've unsettled him, that he had fallen for the figment of a woman, not even a ghost, and pledged his entire Kingdom in a heartbeat over a pleasant if pitying face

Although I'm sure the irony, of beloveds coming back to the present, wearing marred faces with a masked intent for vengeance over ghosts of his evils, must have eluded him...

[noodle-shenaniganery]

Friendly reminders to all former and current SVE/ESE/Special Education/[whatever it is called where you live] students:

You are not childish for expressing your emotions.

You are not “defiant” for having boundaries.

Your stims and tics are not your fault.

Your emotions are not your fault.

Struggling with things other people can do easily does not impact your worth.

Your level of dependence on others does not impact your worth.

It is okay to not understand things.

It is okay to not try your very best all the time.

It is okay for your best to look different from other people’s.

It is okay to need more rest.

It is okay to have good and bad days, and to have them look different than other people’s good and bad days.

It is okay to be behind on things.

It is okay to want to be treated like everyone else.

It is okay to want to be treated differently.

You should be allowed to make your own decisions when you can.

You deserve all the support(s) you need/want.

Your efforts are good enough.

Your opinions and experiences are valid and important.

Your interests are valid and important.

You are valid and important.

I hope you have a good day. ❤️

[thegirlwholied]

of course I would get invested in one more The CW show before the network became a shadow of its former self...

...a show I started watching in season 1... lost track of... have never fully caught up on...but here I am watching new episodes live & catching up on the network's app...

...which is incredibly reflective of my relationship with The WB/The CW shows over the years actually...

Nancy Drew season 4. A fitting swan song so far for the The CW itself, as it was:

Play me that cursed-lovers, slow-burn, long-live-the-friend-group, musical-chairs-of-who's-dating-who, hot-parents-with-backstory, small-town-with-personality, filmed-in-Vancouver, everybody's-beautiful all-of-the-angst-but-also-snarky-one-liners, tune once more, with feeling.

Nobody does it quite like you anymore

[pynkhues]

Sooo this is random, but I would love to hear your in-depth thoughts on ChrissyxEddie?!

This doesn't feel random at all to me specifically, anon, becaue I've actually been playing around with my Chrissy x Eddie fic I Might Be Great Tomorrow again recently, haha. The hold they still have on me!

I don't think I could actually articulate my thoughts on why they unhinge me better than I did at the time though, so I hope you don't mind links, but:

They're narrative foils and opposites attract!

They compliment each other in both being performers, but with different intents - Chrissy performs to hide, while Eddie performs to be heard! Obsessed with that!

They're a sandbox crush which doesn't get left behind with childhood as they get older!

They just offer so much narrative potential!

Plus Joseph and Grace both just had real chemistry, and there is a genuine drought of that in current TV.

[chuchuscoolhat]

[whomturgled]

:^(

[treesinspace]

The thing about Mob Psycho 100 and Reigen in particular, for me, is like... I can relate to Mob and Serizawa a lot. So the way that those to admire Reigen and his skills, while he thinks he's just pretending the whole time

I don't know how to say it, it's just. Those are REAL SKILLS! I admire them too! I could never do what Reigen does, he's so confident, outgoing, and ready for new situations!

And the fact that Reigen is just SUCH a fun character you can't help but love, and he adopts these anxious awkward kids and thinks they are neat - it's just great to see. It warms my heart. What can I say.

[rosemirmir]

Thinking about Shingo Izumi... Poor man was just used for literal plot vessel purposes and not much else