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bethelctpride · 1 year ago

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How to find the local queer people when there don't appear to be any queer events nearby

are you sure there are no events?

Because they're a lot more common than you think, but you have to look in the right place! The social media algorithm sadly will not feed them to you. You will generally have to go through at least one layer of introduction before you meet folks directly.

Yes, this is a bit of a secret social club. Because many of these people lived through being too public might get you raided by cops or get you dead. They're rightfully cautious. They want to make sure people showing up aren't there to do harm. And the more rural the area, the tougher it will be to find people, but they're definitely THERE and likely having the same thoughts that nobody else is there.

Queer social activities are overwhelmingly run by middle aged folks (who have time, money, skills, and energy to do so) and they tend to use different social media because that's where they originally built communities!

The advice here for hunting down groups assumes you are an adult who can figure out logistics and safety of contacting other adults and getting yourself somewhere safely.

For social media, check Facebook and Meetup. These are most likely to have large local-ish groups putting on events. Join some groups. Many may be private and require approval before you see content. Even if there's not one immediately nearby, join the closest one, whatever "close" is. Even if it's not a perfect fit, they generally know the other even smaller groups nearby and may give you an invite to closer group or even direct contact info for The Local Guy where you text him.

Next up, Instagram. You'll pick up some folks a little younger and more business and pop up events this way. Sometimes you may not see an event until after it happened! Message the person and ask when next one is. Good odds there's a repeat.

Still no luck? Check out specific types of businesses/orgs in your area that tend to have an overlap. Maybe the local bar or coffee shop has a gay night once a month. Check their posts for last month, or if you can filter by date, look specifically in June. If they had one, message and ask about if they have an upcoming one. Even if they don't, they may put you in contact with organizer from past one.

For organizations, check for groups serving HIV+ populations and the neurospicy. Even if you fall into neither category, because of the overlap, there's good odds they offer specific services FOR queer folk. Contact them and they'll know who in the area is putting on events.

Check furry groups. Generally they do most organization via Telegram, which will require an invite. Find the nearest furry convention, check to see if they have a message board. Search for telegram. there's likely one attached to the convention and asking there of "hey, is there a furry telegram group that covers X area?" there will be one. I hope you like bowling, because this is by far the most common non-convention furry event.

(and if your reaction is EW Furries, you need to kill the little Puritan living in your head that hates people having fun doing stuff in a way you think is Cringe. Bowling is not that uncool.)

Still no luck? Now you're going to have to go search for individual queers in the wild! Your best luck is going to be with three other types of groups: 1. SOME Church activities 2. activities that attract the neurospicy (train groups, collecting groups, etc)

3. Tiny specialty groups where everyone is old and its in danger of dying out

If you're really rural sometimes the ONLY group doing any activities is the local church. If they're listed as "open and affirming" that's what you want. Unitarians and Congregationalists are most likely to fit that definition. But you should be able to run web search for that exact phase of "open and affirming church" + "your town" and it'll show you SOMETHING nearby. You may still come up with nothing, but the ones that are doing that tend to be really dedicated, so they will have info about what local groups are friendly to queers, if not open about that. They will also have non-religious activities like knitting or potluck even if you don't want to go to a service.

Neurospicy activities- check your surrounding libraries for activities as well. Even if you're not that brand of spicy, the overlap is high. Find an activity you are reasonably interested in and go meet locals. You'll find out which ones are queer after a few meetings. Often it will turn out everyone is and nobody said anything until one person does. (like our local hackerspace. secret trans hangout)

Endangered skills- do you really want to learn some weird, specialty skill that's dying out? Ask around. call the senior center and have them post a note. Post at the library. stick a thing on a bulletin board at the grocery store. Pick something you are GENUINELY interested in learning like flint knapping, or how to cook a regional dish, local history, how to spin llama wool. Weirder and more endangered the better. Post several! Give them a way to contact you by phone. Unless they are horrendously bigoted up front, you are about to learn a skill and once you disclose "hey I'm gay", you are about to be introduced to every solitary queer in the area that is a friend of a friends' granddaughter's classmate. Often your mentor won't quite GET it, but you're their favorite person now so they're trying. And as you get introduced, suddenly the local flint knapping group is also the queer flint knapping group! and you should post on social media about your cool new activity and SURPRISE, you found them all! Also they now all have cool knives. win-win!

#building community #community building #lgbtq community #rural queers #queer community

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pillowfort-social · 2 years ago

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IMPORTANT: AI-Generated Content Ban

Hello Pillowfolks,

We’re ready to announce our decision regarding AI-Generated content on our platform. After careful consideration, our team at Pillowfort has decided we will be enacting a total content ban on all AI-Generated images and writing on Pillowfort.

An update to our Terms of Service will be released with our next site update, which we are aiming to have ready to launch in the next couple of weeks. At that time our updated policy regarding AI-Generated content will go into effect. (Note: You do not need to delete previously posted AI-Generated content. This ban will only affect AI-Generated content posted after the next Terms of Service update.)

This decision was not made lightly. We wanted to make sure, without a shadow of a doubt, we were making the best decision for the Pillowfort community that could be enforceable by our Terms of Service.

Part of the delay in deciding on a total ban of AI-Generated content was that we worried that a total ban might contradict our other site policies and general philosophies. It’s important to us that our users have as much control over the kind of content they see for both our users’ own comfort, as well as to enable our users to have the freedom to post what they want. A total ban on AI-Generated content seemed contradictory to our “post and let post” philosophy. Ultimately, however, we decided it would be in the best interest of our entire community to move forward with a ban for the following reasons:

Our Terms of Service already prohibits copyright violations, which includes reposting other people’s artwork to Pillowfort without the artist’s permission; and because of how AI Generators draw on a database of images and text that were taken without consent from artists or writers, all AI-Generated content can be considered in violation of this rule.

Our community made it loud and clear: AI-Generated content is not welcome on Pillowfort. We had an overwhelming response over the last several months from our users urging us to take action on AI-Generated content. A significant portion of those users requested a total ban. It only seemed logical to support our artist & writer community by striving to do right by our users. We stand in full support of all creatives who make Pillowfort their home.

We apologize to the users who may be disappointed in our decision. If you want a refund on your last subscription payment or registration fee as a result of this upcoming change in our policy we will honor refund requests for any payments made within the last 60 days.

We will do our best to answer any questions you may have regarding our decision. Don’t hesitate to ask. Feel free to leave your question below or send in an e-mail at [email protected].

Best, Staff

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santaasi · 1 month ago

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cold opens

pairing: film director!james potter x actress!reader

summary: james casts you in his first student short. it's a rainy day. you show up in vintage denim and ruins the first take. james falls a little in love

warnings: slow burn, no use of y/n, english isn’t my first language

word count: 2.5k

a/n: new part of muse is up — yay! I’ve decided to post all the parts in timeline order, so this one’s season 1, episode 2 for you all

prev. episode // next episode

IT STARTS IN A GRAVEL LOT BEHIND AN ABANDONED TRAIN DEPOT, where rusted tracks vanish into the hush of rain and a sky swollen with thunder. The air tastes like metal, charged and waiting.

James is already there when you pull in, crouched low over a battered tripod. One hand shields the lens from the spit of drizzle; the other steadies the weight of a camera that looks like it’s seen better decades. His shirt clings to one side, half-untucked, a pencil tucked behind his ear like an afterthought. Notes scrawl wildly across the back of a bus ticket — ink smudged, rain-dappled, undeniably his.

He looks up at the sound of your car door slamming. And pauses.

You’re soaked to the knees. Vintage Levi’s dark with water, lace-up boots swallowed by mud. The blouse you thrifted last week — sheer and romantic in your mirror this morning — now clings to your skin like regret. You hadn’t dressed for a storm. You hadn’t dressed for James, either. And yet.

The actor playing opposite you offers a watery hello. You don’t answer. Can’t find it in you to pretend.

James jogs over, sheepish and warm-eyed. “Hey, I meant to text. Sorry about the–”

“ –rain?” you snap, sharp as broken glass. “Or the script? Or the total lack of shelter? Or maybe the fact that your scene partner looks like he wandered out of a public service announcement on tax fraud?”

James blinks. Then that maddening grin unfurls — slow, sunlit, like nothing’s ever truly that bad. “I was gonna say parking directions, but yeah. All of the above.”

You glare. He shrugs.

This is your first time working with him — James Potter, golden boy of the university’s film program. The kind of director people call promising in that reverent, premature way reserved for boys with good hair and better instincts. The kind with charm that curdles into legend before the footage even gets cut.

You said yes to his short film because you were desperate, not for attention, but for something. Nobody wanted to cast you anymore. Too sharp, too strange, too unwilling to giggle through someone else’s vision. Too difficult, they whispered, like it was a diagnosis. And James Potter — sun-drunk, art-house, a little arrogant — was the only one who didn’t flinch when you spoke. Maybe he liked the bite. Maybe he saw something worth the trouble.

It was supposed to be harmless. Niche enough to avoid scrutiny. Small enough not to matter.

Except now you’re here. And everything does matter. The sodden script pages curling like petals in your lap. The generator’s low growl rattling your spine. The boy with camera-callused hands and a smile too warm for the sky above you.

You drop into a folding chair, water squelching at the back of your knees. Wrung-out sleeves, muddy laces, hair sticking to your cheekbones. You feel like a drowned ghost of the person who left their apartment this morning.

James doesn’t hover — he knows better than to make you a problem he can solve. He flips through his notes, tilts the mic stand half a degree, then lowers beside the tripod. His fingers rest on the focus ring. A breath too long.

“Scene twelve,” he calls. Voice steady. “Rolling.”

You walk into the frame like it’s a battlefield. Rain stings your lashes. The actor delivers his line — flat, lifeless. Like he’s reading off a teleprompter two rooms away.

It was supposed to be the climax. The moment that cracked the whole film open.

And he gives you that?

“Are you kidding me?” The words snap out, brittle and blood-hot. “He’s just confessed to leaving his wife for me, and you respond like you’re ordering a latte?”

The actor stammers. You don’t wait for an answer. James doesn’t call cut.

“I’m not doing this,” you mutter, stepping out of frame, out of reach. “I came here to act, not babysit.”

The silence that follows feels louder than your voice. Someone shifts behind the bounce board. A cough. A held breath. You can hear the label sliding back onto your skin: difficult. Cold. One of those girls — all theory and stormclouds and unmet expectations.

You pull your jacket tighter, pacing, half-slick with rain and fury. You’re angry at the sky. At the script. At your soaked boots and the way your teeth chatter. At James Potter and his goddamn napkin shot list.

At yourself — worst of all — for caring. For hoping. For the way his stupid grin still hums behind your ribs like a song you don’t want to know the words to.

“Hey.”

You glance up.

James stands a few feet away, rain threading through his hair, clinging to the collar of his shirt. His hands are buried deep in the pockets of his jeans. For once, there’s no camera between you. No excuse to pretend this is just about the film.

“That–” he begins, gesturing vaguely toward the emotional wreckage you left in your wake, “ –was perfect.”

You squint at him, unamused. “I wasn’t acting.”

“I know,” he says, like it’s sacred. “That’s why it was perfect.”

You should shut him down. Should spin on your heel, march to your car, and never go back. But instead–

You laugh.

It startles out of you, rough and involuntary, edged with disbelief. It tastes like rainwater and old anger and something frighteningly close to relief.

James laughs too, surprised by it. And for a beat, the world folds in, just the two of you suspended in the storm, a wire strung tight between your ribs and his.

“Reset!” he calls over his shoulder, but his gaze doesn’t leave yours.

You shake your head, exasperated. “This film better be worth it.”

He looks at you like it already is.

The next take is lightning. Every word slips sharp and gleaming from your mouth like broken glass turned art. You cry — effortless, full-bodied, not because the script demands it but because the ache inside you finally found somewhere to go. It spills from you like it belongs to the scene, but you know better. It’s yours. And James knows it too.

He doesn't speak. Doesn’t dare.

He watches you through the lens like he’s forgotten how to breathe.

The scene ends, but silence hangs. He forgets to call cut.

You stand there in the soft roar of rain, chest rising, lashes damp, your whole body lit from within by something raw and holy. Behind you, the boom operator wipes his eyes.

James lowers the camera slowly, reverent. His voice barely breaks the moment. “That’s the one.”

You nod once. A quiet offering. A white flag. A beginning.

Something tender and dangerous, still unnamed, but no longer avoidable.

You stay too long on set.

The crew has packed up. The actors vanished like breath on glass. Even the rain has given up, leaving behind a hushed, glistening quiet, as if the world is holding its breath. The sky hangs low, bruised and secretive. You know you should leave, your jacket’s still damp, your boots a graveyard of mud and gravel, but your body doesn’t listen.

So you hover at the edge. Pretending to scroll your phone, pretending not to watch James coil cables and hum under his breath like the silence doesn’t matter.

He doesn’t speak at first. Just flicks a glance your way now and then, as if you’re part of the set dressing he hasn’t decided how to frame. Then, finally:

“You waiting for someone?”

You shake your head. Then — quieter than you mean to be, softer than he deserves — “I just… wanted to say I’m sorry.”

James pauses mid-knot. His fingers still on the cable, the tension in them mirrored in his shoulders. “Sorry?”

You nod, biting down hard on the word.

“For earlier. The yelling. The whole… storming off thing.” Your voice hitches, raw and reluctant. “I know I’m not easy. People always tell me that. And they’re not wrong.”

He doesn’t speak immediately. Just watches you, his brow knitting like he’s trying to decode a language written in rainwater and restraint. You feel suddenly, unbearably exposed. Like he’s seeing through your jacket, your bones, your carefully constructed armor. Then, quietly: “You wanna watch what I got?”

You blink. “What?”

“The footage. From today.” He lifts a hard drive, thumb tapping against it absently. “I haven’t reviewed it yet, but I think…” A beat. A half-shrug. Casual, but not really. “I think it’s good. And you’re in almost every frame.”

Your mouth opens, then shuts. Something about the way he says it — so matter-of-fact, so unsentimental — lands in your chest like a spark in dry grass.

You’re in almost every frame.

You should say something clever. Or dismissive. Or safe. Instead: “I mean… if you’ve got somewhere else to be–” he adds, suddenly unsure.

But you’re already shaking your head. “No,” you say, steadier now. “No, I’d like that.”

He takes you to a greasy little diner just off campus, the kind that time forgot — all flickering neon and jukebox ghosts. The windows sweat with condensation. The booths are cracked vinyl, patched with duct tape and memory. Someone’s carved a heart into the tabletop, initials long since faded.

You slide into the corner booth beside him. The laptop sits between you, still speckled with rain and fingerprints, battery limping at 23%. The screen casts a pale glow across his features, softening him. Making him look more like a dream than a director.

He doesn’t press play.

Just opens the folder: cold opens // raw takes. Rows of stills flicker by — thumbnails of you mid-scene, mouth open in fury or fear or something too honest to name. Your body, caught in half-motion. Your face, too close to real.

“You’re not difficult,” James says, eyes still on the screen.

You turn to him, startled.

“I know people say that about you,” he goes on, voice low and even. “Heard it before I ever met you. Cold. Intense. Difficult.” He tilts his head, mouth curving into something almost-smile. “And maybe that’s true. But I think they just don’t know what to do with someone who doesn’t flinch.”

Your breath catches.

He doesn’t look at you right away. Just clicks a file.

Play.

There you are — rain-matted, gravel-wounded, your blouse clinging like regret. You’re mid-yell, voice raised, eyes alight with fury that doesn’t quite belong to the character. From here, it’s different. From here, it’s alive. You look like someone breaking open, not breaking down. There’s power in it. A reckless, radiant sort of power. Like if the world dared you to kneel, you’d laugh in its face.

“I didn’t direct that,” James says softly, gaze flicking sideways. “That’s all you.”

And you look at him.

Really look.

Not through the camera. Not through the shell you’ve built for rooms that underestimate you. But through the low diner light, with your sleeves still damp and your guard beginning, impossibly, to peel back.

This boy — James Potter — with stormlight in his eyes and calluses from cradling lenses like they hold holy things. This boy who’s sat through your silence, your fury, your fire, and didn’t once flinch.

You don’t say anything at first.

You just let the quiet stretch, a fragile thread catching on every flicker of neon, every breath between you.

Then, dryly: “So you’re telling me that screaming at your actor in the middle of a thunderstorm made your student film?”

He huffs a laugh. “What can I say? Genius strikes in hostile environments.”

You raise an eyebrow, your voice low and teasing. “Bet that’s what you tell all your temperamental actresses.”

James leans back, eyes still on you. “Only the brilliant ones.”

You roll your eyes, but your mouth won’t stop tilting. You try to hide it behind your straw.

The laptop hums between you, warm and rain-smudged. He scrolls through the footage with careful hands. Like the frames might fall apart if touched too roughly. When your face appears again on-screen, soaked and luminous and furious, you glance over instinctively — not at yourself, but at him.

He’s watching the scene like it’s a secret he hasn’t been trusted with before. Like he’s still trying to figure out how you did it. Or how you are.

“You know,” he says, like he’s thinking out loud, “you’re not what I expected.”

“Let me guess,” you say, crossing your arms. “Colder? Scarier? More likely to murder a sound guy with a boom pole?”

He smirks. “I was gonna say louder. But also, yes. Terrifying.”

You snort. “Charming.”

James looks at you again — really looks, the kind of gaze that pauses before it lands. “I mean it,” he says. “Everyone warned me you were...difficult. Too intense. Too much.”

“And yet here you are,” you say, faux-sweet, “trapped in a diner booth with me. What does that say about your judgment?”

He grins, big and unbothered. “That I have impeccable taste.”

You roll your eyes again, but softer this time. Easier. There’s something in your chest loosening — a knot you didn’t notice until it started to come undone.

Then, after a pause, more careful: “You really think it was good? The footage?”

He doesn’t answer immediately.

He just clicks a clip, lets it play — your face filling the frame, soaked in stormlight and something fierce and unfiltered.

And when the scene ends, James says, “It wasn’t just good.”

A beat.

“You made it art.”

You blink. “Alright, filmmaker. Don’t start getting poetic on me.”

He shrugs. “Too late.”

There’s a new silence now, weightless but crackling, like the second right before a curtain rises. And then, just as you reach for the last of your milkshake, he says it:

“You’re my muse, you know.”

You nearly choke on the straw. “Excuse me?”

He grins, unrepentant. “For real. I’ve already written you into my next project. Autumn term. New script. More dialogue, more light. Less mud.”

You narrow your eyes, playing skeptical. “You sure you can handle me twice?”

James tilts his head, like he’s considering it. “Probably not. But I’m gonna try anyway.”

That gets him a look — flat, amused, half-flattered against your will. You shake your head and mutter, “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re impossible,” he says, quietly.

But there’s no accusation in it. No edge. Just something almost reverent.

You don’t reply right away. Just reach for a napkin, smear a rain-damp curl off your forehead, and watch yourself flicker once more across the screen — raw, unguarded, real.

Outside, the sky’s still heavy, but the rain’s long gone.

Inside, the diner glows warm and strange. James’s arm brushes yours when he leans forward to rewind a take. You don’t move away.

You sit like that, shoulder to shoulder, in the buzz of cheap neon and soft Elvis crooning from the jukebox, letting the moment spool out around you.

No declarations. No conclusions. Just this, this space that wasn’t here before.

Something beginning.

And when he looks at you again, with that quiet certainty only artists and fools have, you believe him.

Come autumn, you’ll say yes.

Because this time, it’s not desperation.

It’s choice.

It’s curiosity.

It’s the promise of something more.

thankx for reading <3

I’d appreciate any feedback, whether in the comments or my inbox. :3

– your santi 🪐

masterlist // muse script

#– santi 🪐#museuniverse #muses1ep02 #james potter fic #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter imagine #james potter fanfiction #james potter

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lo1k-diamonds · 8 months ago

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Be as it must 💜 Part 5

"Now, calm down. Whatever happens, I’m with you."

PAIRING: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega(f)reader

SUMMARY: You're getting really tired of being whisked away. It's time to put a stop to it.

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

GENRE: ABO, strangers to lovers, fated lovers, smut

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: kidnapping aftermath, confusion, mentions of abuse

A.N. A huge thank you to @moonleeai for the beta read💜 I couldn't help including everyone 💜 We're nearing the end and the last part is fire 🔥🤭

The ringing in your ears was the first thing you noticed as you came to, making you groan in discomfort. Your mind was too hazy to realize why you felt this way, but then your wrists were released, and you snapped your eyes open.

You sucked in an anxious breath, forcing yourself to face the lights blurring your vision. You were getting sick and tired of all this bullshit kidnapping antics! You rubbed your wrists, now free, and felt the soft pillowy couch under you, but it did nothing to soothe your annoyance. If Jungkook thought this shit was funny—

You stiffened, facing the man in front of you, who was extending a glass of a transparent liquid in your direction.

“Here.”

You frowned as you observed his features, but you didn’t recognize him. Interestingly, he was wearing a designer white suit, and you clenched your jaw. Before, you were too dazed to recognize the musky buttercup invading your nostrils, but now you knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that man was an alpha.

He waved the glass in front of you, and your features twisted just the slightest, displaying your anger and suspicion. You didn’t care who this guy was, but you could instantly tell he was part of the problem. Not only did you want nothing to do with any other alpha or Family, but you also were not a pawn to be pushed around in a stupid alpha game. Did Jungkook lie about even that? It seemed like the kidnapping tradition was up and well.

“You’ll feel better if you drink some water,” he smiled, keeping his offer.

You pursed your lips, sniffing discreetly to confirm that it was water, indeed. Then you looked into those almond-shaped eyes and took the glass with a quiet thank you. It could be the death of you, but your instinct just told you he was nice.

As soon as you drank, he sat and leaned back into a matching armchair with a grin beaming warmth, “So it is true.”

You finished the water and lowered the glass, weary. He could smell your designation, same as you, so there was no point in beating around the bush. “Where am I?”

“The Jung tower,” he smiled affably, and your brow furrowed. If that was supposed to mean something to you, it missed the mark.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Jung Hoseok, at your service.”

Your lips twitched; you sincerely doubted that. Otherwise, you’d be at Jungkook’s apartment right now, not there, next to the head of the Jung Family.

“What am I doing here, Mr Jung?”

“Ahh, that’s hard to explain,” he laughed a bit embarrassedly, then leaned forward. “Maybe we can figure it out together? What’s your name?”

You told him and answered his questions about where you came from, why you were in Seoul, and what the last thing you remembered was. “They injected something,” you said bitterly, rubbing your neck. “And next thing I know, I’m here, talking to you.” He nodded gravely, and you sighed, “I understand your alpha traditions are prehistoric, but one would think your generation would know better than to act like Neanderthals.”

The way he burst out laughing with his hands on his chest made you smile, suddenly not feeling like you were addressing your captor, but a friend.

“You’re absolutely correct, and there’s no one else better to say it!”

He grinned and his phone buzzed, prompting him to text something hastily.

You licked your lips to ask softly, “So… are you going to let me go?”

“Certainly, you’re not a prisoner,” he assured before typing something and putting his phone down.

“And you won’t… harm me?”

“Of course not!”

His wide eyes conveyed shock, and you believed him, though you still reminded him, “But you could. For power.”

“Ah…” He nodded, and his expression became almost solemn, “I could, but it would just lead to more issues. And besides, you’re the omega. You can just tell me to stop, and I’d have a hard time.”

You tilted your head, “But an alpha’s voice is absolute.”

He grinned, “That’s true, but what about an omega’s voice?”

You shuddered and looked down, “So the stories about cutting their tongues or gagging them…”

“Some of them true, surely,” he agreed sadly. “A ruthless way to shift the balance between designations. An alpha’s command is incontestable, but an omega’s plea is undeniable to these alphas. They were seen as a weakness if they could talk.”

“But then, how would they be used as a weapon?”

It was likely a disadvantage that your curiosity sprung out like that, but he satisfied it, “What would you do if your mate was in trouble? Soulmates tend to be very protective, and alphas are probably the worst,” he laughed, rubbing his neck. “Then, don’t forget the worth of blood. An omega's child will always carry the alpha’s designation, so it keeps the line strong.”

You couldn’t bite back your bitterness, “Well, serves you well that you started disappearing in droves, then.”

“Ouch!” He laughed heartily again, “Lessons were surely learned.” His phone buzzed in his hands and he smirked, “Still, it was an honor to meet you.”

He got up with an extended hand for you to shake, and you scurried to do the same, a bit confused.

“You give me the hope that my mate might also be out there somewhere,” he smiled, shaking your hand gently with a head bow.

Your eyebrow twitched, unclear why he was suddenly sending you away and what you were supposed to do, but then you heard it. Beyond the closed door of that office, you recognize someone’s voice that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

Hoseok let go of your hand, and you leaned in to whisper, “Just make sure you don’t kidnap her when you find her. Doesn’t make for a nice icebreaker.”

That was how Jungkook found you — standing with Hoseok, who was laughing his heart out. You turned to look at Jungkook, your hair falling in long dark waves behind your shoulder, and he raced across Hoseok’s office to get to you. To hold you in his arms, sweeping you off your feet, and burying his face in your neck. The relief flooding him was indescribable; he just couldn’t not hold you close to him, even if he knew he shouldn’t. Even if you were still mad at him and meaning to leave him, his heart hurt without you.

But he had to let go of you, only to be met with eyes that sparkled up at him. He touched your chin and was almost sure you felt the same way as him.

“I like her,” Hoseok grinned, stepping away to give you two space. “Even after being told she has power over me, she didn’t wield it.”

Jungkook nodded, eyeing you again. He had barely come to his senses yet; such a hasty instant was not enough to take you in fully, to make sure you were alright and safe. But he still let you go because he could read in your lowering eyes that it was what you wanted. He was thankful you stayed next to him, though.

Facing Hoseok, though, his anger resurfaced, “How did this happen? How did she end up here?”

“I was contacted by someone saying they had a gift that could increase the Jung’s prestige,” he glanced at you, then back at Jungkook, and his expression had lost all gentleness.

“By who?” Jungkook frowned and Hoseok passed him his phone.

“See for yourself.”

Jungkook frowned; it wasn’t a number he recognized, but he dialed it. Only a few seconds were needed for a man to pick up, “Ah, Alpha Jung. Like I said, a legit omega. Delicious, isn’t she? I hope you’re having fun with your new prize.”

Jungkook was so enraged his face was almost blood-red, “You’re fucking done.”

He shut down the call, threw Hoseok’s phone back, then grabbed your hand.

“I know who that is. I’ll call for a meeting immediately. My Family’s punishment is not enough for this perfidious insult.”

He dragged you behind him, utterly confused by what he meant, and Hoseok nodded and gave you a soft head bow as you left. You barely had any time to take in your surroundings, recognizing only a few posters on the wall, which reminded you that the Jung Tower housed multiple studios and productions.

Jungkook dragged you inside the elevator and hit the underground button before pulling you into his arms again, “I’m so sorry.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away, not before, and not now. You were also relieved to see him and touch him again; the way you relaxed in his arms defied the meaning of soothing. Your very soul seemed to ease with his spicy scent tickling your nose, and you pulled him closer.

“Why does this keep happening?” You whispered near his ear, and he pulled away to face you.

“Because we’re all fucking stupid brutes,” his eyes glistened as he brushed your cheek. “I should have increased security around you, this is my fault.”

You grabbed his wrist with a sudden realization, “What about Mr Seung?!”

“He’s in the hospital, he’ll spend the night there, but he’s fine. It was just a drug, he’s not injured.”

You nodded, then closed your eyes with a grimace, “I’m so sorry for him, I dragged him into this.”

“No, this is not your fault.”

Your gaze was hard, “I’m the omega.”

“And everyone else needs to fucking get on with the times,” he said harshly, pulling you closer by the waist.

Yet your eyes drifted, “Maybe it is best if I stay secluded in the village…”

“No, no fucking way,” his tone hardened, making your sad, tired eyes raise back again. It was enough for him to calm down a little, “This is not your fault, and I’ll make sure you get to live the life you want to live. I promise you, we’re going to handle it right now,” his finger brushed your skin so endearingly your eyes watered.

“I know you mean well, but you can’t control everyone,” your tone was soothing as you brushed your thumb over his pulse. “Jung Hoseok was nice, but what if the others aren’t?”

“They are. I might not be able to control everyone, but together, we can deal with this. Just trust me,” he glanced at your lips as the elevator slowed, and your expression held skepticism, but you nodded.

“Sir?”

Jungkook’s eyes lingered on your lips, but then he let go, grabbing your hand instead. He turned to one of his bodyguards awaiting you two at the underground parking lot and gave orders while he took you with him. You didn’t want to let go of his hand, so you followed after him and inside the car that drove away swiftly.

You wanted to trust Jungkook, if nothing else, because your heart seemed to lean on him so much. The car drove you as he made a series of phone calls, but with his arm around you and your head on his chest, you found yourself ready to close your eyes and reset. Everything was alright as long as he was right there.

You didn’t manage to nap, though, because minutes later, you were approaching an extravagant skyscraper; you gasped, the tallest in Seoul. You knew only what everyone knew about it — it was the headquarters of some of the richest financial companies in the world, rumored to own the whole of Southeast Asia in their pockets.

This time, the car stopped right in front of the main entrance, and as you exited the car, taking support from Jungkook’s hand, another car stopped behind yours. Hoseok exited that vehicle with a smile and waved for you to go ahead. Jungkook brought you inside surrounded by his bodyguards, as you saw other cars stopping until a big mass of muscle prevented you from seeing anything anymore.

“Alright, how do you feel?” His long fingers drew your chin up, but he frowned before you could answer, “You look pale. Maybe we should take a moment. Do you want to drink something? Go to the bathroom? Eat? Maybe a chocolate would—”

“Jungkook—”

But your protest fell on deaf ears, “Gosh, what I am saying! I should take you to a hospital first, this can wait!”

His hand let go of your chin to grab your hand, but before it could, you threw your arms around his shoulders and cupped his cheeks, “Stop. I’m fine. You said you’d handle it right now, and I trust you.” Your heart skipped with the proximity, but you were too entranced to withdraw. “I’m ready, so let’s do it.”

You wondered if the proximity hit him too because he stayed quiet, observing your features with fascination. It was only because of the nearing commotion that his eyes snapped beyond you, prompting him to grab your hand and drag you away again.

“What is the maknae doing?”

Someone chuckled with a perfect, gorgeous grin often featured on billboards, and someone shorter with rose-blond hair replied, “The scent is goddamn intense.”

His fingers raked the luscious waves, and Hoseok smacked his shoulder, “Right?”

“I think he’s hiding her,” a baritone teased, a boxy grin following suit.

“I’d hide her too,” the tallest shrugged, adjusting his shirt collar.

“Let’s get on with it,” an impatient one voiced, shoving his hands inside his pockets, and Hoseok hurried to massage his shoulders.

“Eager to meet her, huh? Don’t hide it, we all feel the same,” he grinned, despite the other’s stink eyes and chuckles. “Let’s go.”

You didn’t know what you had to prepare for, so you couldn’t exactly relax. You had smoothed your dress pants and washed your face as much as you could without ruining your makeup, and gone to the bathroom at Jungkook’s request.

You had thrown him a look of disbelief, but he insisted, “Come on, just trust me.”

Raking your fingers through your long, wavy hair, you wondered what exactly was coming, but there was nothing like facing it head-on.

Jungkook was waiting for you and waved a white package in his hand, “I hope you like them, couldn’t find much else.”

You chuckled, “And why do I need Whoppers?”

“Because you’re still pale,” he pouted, taking the chance to brush your cheek.

You sighed but took the package, opening it to start eating it one by one. “So, what are we doing?”

“Meeting some important people,” he also reached inside the bag, and you let him.

“And you’re worried I’ll pass out or something?”

“Do I need to remind you that you were drugged?”

He frowned, and you shrugged, “I feel fine. Tired, but fine.” He didn’t seem to buy it, so you popped another chocolate ball in your mouth, “By the way, did you take a look at the agreement?”

His eyes grew so wide, you started laughing.

“How can you even think about that right now?!”

You smirked mischievously, “Trying to get your mind off things… Worked, didn’t it?”

“You’re crazy,” he grumbled, digging his fingers into the Whoppers package still in your hand.

Soon, he gave up with a pout because the package was empty, and you grinned slyly. You raised your other hand, displaying the last precious cookie ball covered in chocolate.

“I saved the last one just for you,” you crooned, bringing it to his mouth. He parted his lips and took it with glistening eyes fixed on you and pink cheeks matching them delightfully. “Now, calm down. Whatever happens, I’m with you.”

He caught your hand before it withdrew and pressed his lips to your soft skin. You couldn’t have known how your words warmed his heart, the only one that had the power to truly calm him. He was certain of who you were to him, of what it all meant, but what if you decided something else? Someone else? It would shatter his heart. But looking at your genuine smile, he knew that wouldn’t happen.

He did want you to be relatively at ease before he dragged you into the fray. It would likely be very intense for you, and he couldn’t imagine the toll it would take, both physically and mentally. Maybe it would be a breeze, seeing how you were comfortable with Hoseok, but who knew. When he imagined what meeting seven of you would feel like, he always concluded his heart would blow.

Upon exiting the elevator and before reaching the main conference room on the last floor, he still couldn’t stop himself from kissing your forehead. You looked at him with curiosity and a small smile, but he just bit his lip and stepped aside. It was now or never.

You didn’t have time to tease Jungkook about his nervousness; in a split second, he pushed the double doors open. A myriad of overwhelming scents hit your senses so hard you swayed on your feet. Only his hand still in yours kept you steady.

If Jungkook’s heady scent was strong, and Hoseok’s was musky, that unruly mix was all of that amplified at least seven times for each alpha in that room. Jungkook closed the door behind you as he guided you in slowly, and you were thankful he was with you.

That meeting room had a particular half-circle shape with large windows showing the night of Seoul as the backdrop. Yet, it was not the fact that you were entering the room to stand facing the table that rendered you jittery, but the six men sitting, waiting.

From left to right, one was more handsome and imposing than the next. Your eyes passed over each one of them, your olfactory sense working overtime to discern and associate each smell.

From the right to the left, you started by Hoseok, who gave you a reassuring smile. The buttercup scent wasn’t intimidating and instead served to give you confidence. Next to him, a very pale alpha with sharp eyes and long fingers holding his chin observed you with the abyss in his eyes. His woody, strong, aromatic, resinous smell lingered, especially when you tried to clear your throat.

Next to him, the most perfect man you had ever seen smelled sweet and citrusy, and it easily mixed with every other scent in the room. He was intrigued by your presence, but you didn’t feel threatened, if anything, because he kept throwing looks and smirks at Jungkook.

At the center sat the tallest one, with shoulders so bulky you were forced to acknowledge there were people bigger than Jungkook. His scent, akin to almonds, diffused pleasurably in your nose, contrasting greatly with his sharp, near-draconian eyes. You had never seen such astute eyes in anyone but yourself.

The alpha next to him was sitting with his head supported on his hand with a boxy smile that rivaled the beauty of movie stars. In fact, you vaguely recalled having seen him on TV before. His tones were fresh, albeit sweet, like pineapples.

Lastly, before the empty seat you assumed belonged to Jungkook was a rose-blond man covering the front of his face with wide, shocked eyes set on you. His scent reminded you of honey and spring, easily taking your senses to another time and place if you let it.

“Can you blame her?” The woody-scented alpha rasped, bringing you to the conversation. His voice was so deep it covered you with goosebumps. “It must be overwhelming.”

“It surely is to us,” his fresh scent matched his gorgeous smile.

“It definitely is,” the last one mumbled, uncovering his mouth. He was likely as sweet as he smelled, but your mind didn’t linger on that.

“But this is necessary,” claimed the center one, and you swallowed, straitening your back.

“Indeed, I want this dealt with as soon as possible,” Jungkook said to your side, and your brow furrowed at the fierce look in his eyes. He didn’t seem nervous, but he surely was angry again.

“Maybe we should start by introducing everyone?” Hoseok suggested, smiling. “I sure wanted to know her name as soon as I met her.”

His quip made everyone shift or grunt uncomfortably, but Jungkook nodded, “That will help.”

You glanced at him, feeling the squeeze of his hand, then faced the table.

“I’m Jung Hoseok, as you already know,” he smiled warmly, and you nodded.

“I’m Min Yoongi,” he said quietly, and you instantly recognized him from all the Grammy media coverages.

“Hello, I’m Kim Seokjin,” he gave you a soft head bow, his heart-shaped lips pursing cutely with a smile.

You frowned just a little, wondering more about his name, when the center, and potentially the leader, spoke up, “I’m Kim Namjoon, nice to meet you.”

You suddenly held your breath, realizing just who you were facing.

“I’m Kim Taehyung, but you might know me as V,” he smiled, quirking his eyebrows.

“Woah, are we saying our credentials?” The blond next to him complained, “How are we supposed to compete with that?”

“Jimin—”

“Just wrap it up,” Jungkook asked, his fingers tapping the side of his leg.

“Right, I’m Park Jimin.”

“I thought the Parks were gone,” you said under your breath, and he nodded.

“Not many of us left, and we like to keep to ourselves.”

“All of you… Shouldn’t there be only four families?”

Maybe you should have thought before voicing such a question, but as usual, you felt pretty lost in all things related to Families and Alpha dynamics.

“Officially,” Namjoon acceded, making you feel comfortable that you asked.

“The public believes only four families remain,” Hoseok explained. “The Kim, Min, Jung, and Jeon Families.”

You looked at each one, and Jin waved his hand, meaning he was the Kim Alpha.

“But in reality, despite a few obstacles to be recognized, the other lines exist,” Namjoon continued, motioning the whole room with a wave.

“Recognized?”

You wondered, and Taehyung grinned, “Some of us descend from bastard lines.”

“Or from non-approved matings sort of lost in time,” Jimin added with a shrug.

“What matters is that we’re all the living Family representatives by blood,” Yoongi established, dark, unsettling eyes fixed on you.

“Now the real question is how you are not in the Omega registry,” Jin mused, rubbing his chin.

You raised an eyebrow, “Is that really that surprising considering there are three Families with living descendants that are also not registered?”

Jin’s eyebrows jumped, and you heard Jungkook hide a chuckle; unbeknownst to you, you had just caused a ripple.

“Seriously?” Jin asked with incredulity. “She’s his. I don’t need to hear anything about it anymore,” he scoffed playfully.

“It’s not forbidden to match Omegas not in the registry with a ruling Alpha, so let’s just get on with it,” Yoongi agreed.

“Wait, we are not here to approve it,” Namjoon argued, glancing at Jungkook. “We’re here to pass judgement on a crime.”

“A crime?” Jimin raised his eyebrow.

“You mean that stupid agreement you have with the Han family?” Taehyung voiced, snapping his fingers, “What is it, to marry the— what’s her name?”

“Han Sunhwa,” Hoseok answered, seeing Jungkook’s bitterness was clenching his jaw shut.

“Right, her?” Taehyung scoffed, “That’s a crime, alright.”

“But we can’t do anything to stop that,” Jin pointed out with a purse of his lips. “Your Family approved it.”

“They’ll quickly annul it once they learn what happened tonight,” Jungkook almost spit, finally raising his voice. “What I want is to punish the Hans for daring to go this far.”

“What did they do?” Jimin asked, glancing at you before looking back at Jungkook. Just then, you knew he was not to be messed with and understood why you were standing there.

Jungkook was waiting for that moment and tightened his grip around your hand, “My Family had hunters searching Busan for omegas, and they found her.” He glanced at you, and there was an apology in the glint of his eyes. “I didn’t even know they were still searching. With the marriage contract and all, I never thought they’d do it, but she was brought to me.” He couldn’t stop looking at you, and every other alpha in that room understood why. “I should have realized the Hans would be an issue,” he admitted, finally facing the others. “At first, Sunhwa wanted to get rid of her, saying she was a fake.”

Five scoffs were heard, along with one, “Ridiculous.”

“Then she stormed my apartment and caused a scene, which was completely inappropriate, but I decided not to say anything. My father is currently overseas, but once he returns, he’ll see to annul the contract and compensate them, so I thought I could just let it go,” he heaved a deep breath, feeling stupid with his own admission. “But tonight, they have fucking done it. They hijacked her car, drugged her, and took her to give her away to Hoseok like a fucking offering.”

Everyone turned to Hoseok, who nodded.

“And I know it’s them because I called the number that made the offer on hyung’s phone. And wouldn’t you know it, it was Sunhwa’s older brother telling Hoseok to fucking enjoy her—”

The bile rising in his throat choked him as he squeezed your hand so tight, you knew the blood flow was cut off.

“Woah, who do they think they are?” Seokjin scoffed.

“The audacity,” Yoongi leaned back into his seat.

“They must think they’re untouchable,” Taehyung mused with a dark tone.

“As though we’re not the ones allowing them to exist,” Jimin added, matching Taehyung with a hint of fury.

“You two found each other,” Hoseok started.

“And you’re meant for each other,” Namjoon finished.

All eyes turned to you, and suddenly, the pressure made gravity almost crush you to the ground. You took a deep breath as you glanced at Jungkook. His lips were a line that almost drew on apprehension, but you weren’t going to deny the truth. That was not why you were silent; it just wasn’t something you wanted to discuss in front of strangers.

You turned to the other alphas and nodded, “I thought you didn’t need to hear anything about it anymore.”

The mood lightened significantly with Jin’s chuckle, and only two people didn’t relax — Jungkook next to you, and Jimin.

“The Han family needs to be punished,” he almost hissed.

“Yeah, can’t have anyone thinking that they can mess with our mates and pretend like nothing happened,” Taehyung supported, holding his chin with his gaze on you.

“Let alone allow them to become elite after such a betrayal,” Hoseok said coldly, and you finally saw how he could be when he was angry.

“They will use this marriage to rule over every other beta family,” Jin pointed out as though it was ludicrous.

“And that’s bad business to begin with, but now we can officially ostracize them,” Yoongi nodded quietly.

They started debating the nitty grits, weighing their options and just how much was enough to set an example and leave Jungkook satisfied, but not an abuse of power.

You stood quietly through it all, feeling slightly off. You agreed no one should go through something like this, omega or not, but everything else was above your pay grade. Effectively, aside from pointing out the legality of an idea Jin threw out once, you stayed quiet, mostly stealing glances at Jungkook.

You said what you said in front of all the heads of the Families — Jungkook was for you as you were for him. But there was still a lot to talk about. Regardless of what those seven men decided, your heart was another matter, and you were not set on a future; not yet.

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srbachchan · 2 months ago

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DAY 6274

Jalsa, Mumbai Aopr 20, 2025 Sun 11:17 pm

🪔 ,

April 21 .. birthday greetings and happiness to Ef Mousumi Biswas .. and Ef Arijit Bhattacharya from Kolkata .. 🙏🏽❤️🚩.. the wishes from the Ef family continue with warmth .. and love 🌺

The AI debate became the topic of discussion on the dining table ad there were many potent points raised - bith positive and a little indifferent ..

The young acknowledged it with reason and able argument .. some of the mid elders disagreed mildly .. and the end was kind of neutral ..

Blessed be they of the next GEN .. their minds are sorted out well in advance .. and why not .. we shall not be around till time in advance , but they and their progeny shall .. as has been the norm through generations ...

The IPL is now the greatest attraction throughout the day .. particularly on the Sunday, for the two on the day .. and there is never a debate on that ..

🤣

.. and I am most appreciative to read the comments from the Ef on the topic of the day - AI .. appreciative because some of the reactions and texts are valid and interesting to know .. the aspect expressed in all has a legitimate argument and that is most healthy ..

I am happy that we could all react to the Blog contents in the manner they have done .. my gratitude .. such a joy to get different views , valid and meaningful ..

And it is not the end of the day or the debate .. some impressions of the Gen X and some from the just passed Gen .. and some that were never ever the Gen are interesting as well :

The Printing Press (15th Century)

Fear: Scribes, monks, and elites thought it would destroy the value of knowledge, lead to mass misinformation, and eliminate jobs. Reality: It democratized knowledge, spurred the Renaissance and Reformation, and created entirely new industries—publishing, journalism, and education.

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Industrial Revolution (18th–19th Century)

Fear: Machines would replace all human labor. The Luddites famously destroyed machinery in protest. Reality: Some manual labor jobs were displaced, but the economy exploded with new roles in manufacturing, logistics, engineering, and management. Overall employment and productivity soared.

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Automobiles (Early 20th Century)

Fear: People feared job losses for carriage makers, stable hands, and horseshoe smiths. Cities worried about traffic, accidents, and social decay. Reality: The car industry became one of the largest employers in the world. It reshaped economies, enabled suburbia, and created new sectors like travel, road infrastructure, and auto repair.

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Personal Computers (1980s)

Fear: Office workers would be replaced by machines; people worried about becoming obsolete. Reality: Computers made work faster and created entire industries: IT, software development, cybersecurity, and tech support. It transformed how we live and work.

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The Internet (1990s)

Fear: It would destroy jobs in retail, publishing, and communication. Some thought it would unravel social order. Reality: E-commerce, digital marketing, remote work, and the creator economy now thrive. It connected the world and opened new opportunities.

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ATMs (1970s–80s)

Fear: Bank tellers would lose their jobs en masse. Reality: ATMs handled routine tasks, but banks actually hired more tellers for customer service roles as they opened more branches thanks to reduced transaction costs.

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Robotics & Automation (Factory work, 20th century–today)

Fear: Mass unemployment in factories. Reality: While some jobs shifted or ended, others evolved—robot maintenance, programming, design. Productivity gains created new jobs elsewhere.

The fear is not for losing jobs. It is the compromise of intellectual property and use without compensation. This case is slightly different.

I think AI will only make humans smarter. If we use it to our advantage.

That’s been happening for the last 10 years anyway

Not something new

You can’t control that in this day and age

YouTube & User-Generated Content (mid-2000s onward)

Initial Fear: When YouTube exploded, many in the entertainment industry panicked. The fear was that copyrighted material—music, TV clips, movies—would be shared freely without compensation. Creators and rights holders worried their content would be pirated, devalued, and that they’d lose control over distribution.

What Actually Happened: YouTube evolved to protect IP and monetize it through systems like Content ID, which allows rights holders to:

Automatically detect when their content is used

Choose to block, track, or monetize that usage

Earn revenue from ads run on videos using their IP (even when others post it)

Instead of wiping out creators or studios, it became a massive revenue stream—especially for musicians, media companies, and creators. Entire business models emerged around fair use, remixes, and reactions—with compensation built in.

Key Shift: The system went from “piracy risk” to “profit partner,” by embracing tech that recognized and enforced IP rights at scale.

This lead to higher profits and more money for owners and content btw

You just have to restructure the compensation laws and rewrite contracts

It’s only going to benefit artists in the long run ‎

Yes

They can IP it

That is the hope

It’s the spread of your content and material without you putting a penny towards it

Cannot blindly sign off everything in contracts anymore. Has to be a lot more specific.

Yes that’s for sure

“Automation hasn’t erased jobs—it’s changed where human effort goes.”

Another good one is “hard work beats talent when talent stops working hard”

Which has absolutely nothing to with AI right now but 🤣

These ladies and Gentlemen of the Ef jury are various conversational opinions on AI .. I am merely pasting them for a view and an opinion ..

And among all the brouhaha about AI .. we simply forgot the Sunday well wishers .. and so ..

my love and the length be of immense .. pardon

Amitabh Bachchan

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duchesschameleon · 10 months ago

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surprise

pairing: oscar piastri/gn!reader

summary: You’re exhausted from exams and papers, the stress of your assignments weighing down on you and making you crave the presence of your boyfriend more than usual. You just wish you could hug him.

rating: general

a/n: for Lee, @scuderiahoney I tried to send this as an ask but tumblr at it and now here we are, rewritten this three times and it grew. I hope you like it and your days are looking up!

You get why Oscar moved to Monaco and have definitely benefited from it already. But weeks like this, where he isn’t needed at the MTC and is staying in Monaco for the better weather and to help meet his residency requirement, are hard.

You’re exhausted from exams and papers, the stress of your assignments weighing down on you and making you crave the presence of your boyfriend more than usual. You just wish you could hug him.

A sigh escapes your lips as you drop your head to your desk, eyes flitting up to the calendar hanging on your wall. You focus in on the date circled for next week, “osc❤️” written on it. There’s too many days separating you from it right now, but you hold onto the hope that you will see him soon and things will get better.

You shut your eyes as another sigh escapes you. Five minutes, you think to yourself, five minutes and then back to work.

Not even two minutes into your quasi-meditation, a knock on your door startles you into an upright position. Frowning, you grab your phone and tap the screen, seeing if anyone texted you they were coming over. It’s blank. Your brow furrows further, thinking back to if you ordered any takeaway even though you know you haven’t.

Whoever’s outside knocks again and you stand up, cautiously moving towards the door. Logically, you know anyone interested in robbing you wouldn’t knock but you run through self-defense maneuvers anyway as you open the door.

All thoughts fly out of your head as you try to process what you’re seeing. Oscar. Here. At your flat. Not in Monaco. Holding…flowers?

You turn your head to side, mouth opening and closing as you try to speak. Oscar is here. Not in Monaco. Here.

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Saw your schedule on the shared calendar. Knew you weren’t texting much. Figured it was a lot all at once and you might be stressed so. Figured I’d surprise you.”

Your face crumples, tears filling your eyes as you launch yourself at him.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” he says as he winds his arms around you. “I’ve got you, I’m here.”

“Thank you for being here,” you whisper, tucking your face into his neck. “I really needed this.”

You feel his smile from where he’s pressed his lips against your temple. He squeezes you before pulling back, ducking his head to meet your eyes. “Glad I could deliver on the surprise then. Why don’t we go inside and cuddle, and then tackle your assignments, yeah?” he says and you nod. “I am at your service as a study buddy and stress reliever.”

You let out a laugh and smile up at him, leaning in to give him a kiss. “Best surprise ever.”

#fic stuff #f1 fic #oscar piastri x reader #f1 #formula 1 #my writing

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sophie-frm-mars · 2 months ago

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So I'm with a horrible GP gig economy app service where instead of one regular doctor I see every time I get a gachapon doctor from the doctor machine which works great except that it never does ever. It was pretty cool for a minute at the start of transition when I found out there was a tranny doctor with the service and I could book appointments with her, and it's been pretty cool generally getting next day appointments because they can just give you whoever, as long as the thing I need a doctor for is straightforward, but reader, let me let you in on a little secret about getting doctors to give you the healthcare you're entitled to when you're trans: fuck you ;)

Transplus, the gender clinic service I'm with, sent a letter in January to my GP to explain that because I'm on HRT I'm legally entitled to gamete storage via the NHS and to sort it out for me and Über for Doctors finally texted me this week and sent me a link to book an appointment with 3 available options, the latest of which was 6.45am, so I woke up at 6.30 and waited until 7 when I finally got a call

First I picked up and said hello and there was the sound of a beaver making a home for a beaver family of 4, then it stopped and she said hello can I speak to Sophia McAllister and I said yes hello that's me but the sound immediately started again we said "hello?" to each other a few more times and finally she said "how can I help you today?"

I said "I'm a trans woman and I'm trying to access gamete storage"

So she asks me "are you a woman who is becoming a man?" And I have to tell her no the other way around which makes her deadass ask "so what is being stored when you are getting gamete storage?" Like this GP has become a confused child in sex education class as soon as she has her first trans patient. As an aside here once it is this obvious your GP doesn't know that they're doing at all, they could at least just be clear about that, adopt a "we're in this together" attitude to your shared cluelessness, and it's infinitely worse when they try to maintain the authority

So then she asks me if I'm trying to donate sperm and I explain that I'm trying to store it so that l can have children in future, and she tries to tell me it should be part of transplus and here's the peachy part to that is I fucking agree it should be all part of one single trans healthcare service. Absolutely it should all be one single smooth integrated service but instead every single part of trans healthcare is scattered to the winds for you to collect like mystical puzzle shards. To get a vagina you have to go to the gender clinic, get referred to two different doctors who aren't at the clinic to give their opinions that you need a pussy, get referred back to the clinic who then give those endorsements to your surgeon, get a meeting with your surgeon where they assess your genitals at which point they'll tell you you need electrolysis to remove hair from the area, so then you go back to the clinic to get referred to the GDNRSS which is a government fund which has all the money which then allocates you the money so you have to go to the electrolysis clinic and book with them so that the money will be sent to them then you get electrolysis and then you go back to the clinic so they can tell the surgeon you're ready so the surgeon can tell the clinic to tell the money people to pay the surgeon who is, by the way, a private surgeon the whole time and always was, so you can finally have surgery. So yes, I agree that gamete storage should be part of trans plus. It should all be one single integrated thing, you should go to the gender factory and they should have everyone who makes trannies all there and you should walk out the other end with your fucking healthcare, but that's not how it works at all

So the GP wonders out loud if I should be "referred to psychosexual or" and I simply don't want to know what she means by that because I'm just trying to freeze my cum tbh

So I tell her again about the letter that transplus sent, and she reads it for what sounds like the first time and then she says that she doesn't know at all where we go from here, she's going to talk to the team(???) and get back to me(???) but it's been 3 months since transplus sent the letter in the first place

I'm just going back to trying hard not to think about any of my healthcare because if I do the waiting and the bullshit is going to drive me insane

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withlove-xixi · 9 months ago

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— HEARTSTEEL AS YOUR BOYFRIEND: heartsteel x reader

ᥫ cw: none ★ a friend got into heartsteel recently so they've been on my mind .... (shamefully) im sorry .. i like league of legends ..

yone is the type of boyfriend to shower you with gifts; surprise flowers at your workplace or on your bedside table, fancy wine and sweets on your kitchen counter, expensive new clothes on your bed. he loves spoiling you, whether it's buying you things you'd like (or even things he thinks you'd like) or doing things for you, opening the door for you, washing your hair, carrying your things, etc. like if your feet hurt, he'd offer to carry you or switch shoes with you. yone loves using pet names on you too, and they're often poetic. he'll press a kiss on your cheek and call you "my moonshine" or he'd wake you up with a "good morning, my spring gale".

his love language is definitely acts of service and gifts, yone just likes giving you things. there's a sense of security and domesticity he gets when he knows he's able to treat you to things, being able to provide for you. k'sante is a very patient boyfriend. he's very gentle, so much so you could call him delicate. from the way he speaks to you, to the way he touches you, it's all so soft and tender. you hardly ever argue or fight, and on the occasions that you do, k'sante makes sure it's handled calmly and orderly. he's a very generous person too, whatever is his is yours. k'sante is always ready and willing to share when it comes to you, give you bites of even his favorite food, lend you his jackets or shirts, share his personal space with you.

k'sante's love language is acts of service and physical touch, though more so physical touch than anything. it doesn't have to be some big grand gesture either, he just loves holding you close to him. in public, his hand is either in yours, his thumb gently rubbing against the back of your hand, or it's resting comfortably on your hip, like it's dips and curves were made for him to slot his big hands into. he's kiss you so often too, pressing his lips any place he can, like a warm wax seal to a love letter. he'd kiss the top of your head when he passes by you, he'd kiss your cheek or the tip of your nose when he bids you goodbye, he'd slowly kiss your lips when he comes home. kayn is ... uhm ... well for starters, he's hardheaded. he's not the type of guy to ask you where you want to eat because he knows where he wants to eat, so you're eating there. second, he's a bit prideful, it makes him shun away explicit "lovey-dovey crap", like when he reluctantly comes to hug you from behind or when he shyly hands you a gift, but then it also makes him brag about you all the time, to the other members, all over his social media. he's weird like that, and his pride (really for the most part of him being embarrassed, it's nervousness that gets him) hardly gets in the way, at least later on in the relationship.

his love language is quality time and gifts. though, he's always a bit embarrassed when he gives you gifts, it's really special because they're always things he sought out specifically for you and you alone. you like bread from a bakery in the next city? he's on his motorcycle halfway there to get it for you. you want to watch a movie? he's already got the tickets to the best seats and he's got your favorite snacks. (i like to think he loves making you handmade gifts too, songs, love letters, etc. :>) ezreal is ... also a handful. on one hand, he's the sweetest. he's mastered all the romance tropes from those romcoms he loves so dearly. he knows to hold doors open for you, he knows to get you flowers, he knows to hold you close on cold night. but then... he's... like a lap dog at times. like a lovesick puppy, he's practically glued to your side. he's constantly texting you, calling you, sending you pictures of himself, the food he eats, places he goes. (it's sweet but he very much blows up your phone with notifications).

his love language is quality time and touch! most definitely is! ez just loves being around you, he's pretty big on pda. he's not afraid to kiss you in public or hold your hand or grab your waist, he has to flaunt his love to you to the rest of the universe. sett is like having a big dog. he's cuddly, he's energetic, and he's surprisingly pretty low maintenance. he lets you sit on his lap and he puts his chin on top of your head, and you can practically see a tail wag from underneath him. but it's sweet really, like you had your own personal sun to brighten up your day any day.

his love language is quality time and words of affirmation. he's the type not to care what you're doing or where you are, as long as he's there doing it with you, there by your side, he's happy. sett is content with even just having you in the same room as him, even if you weren't by his side. your warmth radiates through your presence alone. aphelios is a very quiet kind of boyfriend. he doesn't like pda, he doesn't like being touched too often, and as much as he likes you, you're not much of an exemption. it takes a while for him to warm up to things like hand holding or hugs and stuff, and it definitely takes a good while for him to warm up to kissing. with phel, you'd have to initiate most touchy things like grabbing his hand first or leaning closer to him first. but what he lacks in initiative, he makes up for in other things. for one, he loves planning dates. he likes taking you to all sorts of places or to do all sorts of things, he's the type to try and do unique dates or to try and not go to the same places twice (at least, not twice so quickly).

his love language is quality time and acts of service. he likes it when you two spend time together not doing the same thing, if you're both on discord just silently doing your own things or if you're both in his room doing different things. he doesn't mind too much, for him it's comforting really that you like staying by his side. and he wouldn't mind too if you'd come up to him to initiate things. like if he were laying in bed and you laid your head in his stomach, he would definitely comb his fingers through your hair or rest his arm over your stomach.

#ꔛ xixi writes #league of legends #heartsteel #heartsteel yone #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel sett #heartsteel x reader

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howi99 · 1 month ago

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Prince of Vale part 14

(been a while huh?)

Jaune: *letting himself fall onto his bed, letting out a long sigh of despair*

Ren: *copying his own notes to Jaune's, making sure he's caught up with the school subject* Rough day?

Jaune: *sigh* Let's see; We didn't find any clues on Jacques killer, the oligarchs are blaming me for his assassination even though it would give me no advantage whatsoever, the merchants of Vacuo are celebrating his death and Mistral... Isn't acting up, but considering they are allied to Atlas, i wouldn't be surprised if that changed on a dime.

Ren: *wince* Any good news?

Jaune: ... I guess Winter seems to like me a lot more than her sister? At least we can actually talk without her glaring holes through my head. *Sigh* I wish i could delegate more to my sisters...

Pyrrha: *snap her fingers* Speaking of, i was wondering; Why didn't one of your sisters take the throne? Aren't you the fifth in line?

Jaune: *shake his head* No idea. Something about being chosen, but they didn't give me much details... Anyway, it's not as if they didn't have responsibility themselves.

Pyrrha: *curious* What do you mean?

Jaune: *turning his head towards her* My eldest sister is the current general of our army. The second oldest is a diplomat in Argus.

Pyrrha: Oh right, Saphron De Valois. I've heard a lot about her actually. Gentle, beautiful; the kind of woman everyone should aspire to be.

Jaune: *chuckle* She's a big fan of yours, i'll tell her that next time i see her. *Looking back at the ceiling* Third one is in charge of the economy; Thank god I don't have to deal with that or i'd have jumped from the cliff straight up. *Pensive* I'm not too sure about my fourth sister; she's always been kind of secretive.

Nora: Oh! You think she's the head of the secret service?

Jaune: As if we had that.

_ meanwhile _

Cinder: *listening to the conversation* He still doesn't suspect anything of our existence. *Sigh in relief* Thank god...

Mercury: I'm surprised; with how much un-discreet we were these past few weeks, i was sure he'd caught on.

Emerald: You'd suspect students from another country to be YOUR secret services?

Mercury: *pensive, then shrug* ... I guess not. Good thing Cinder's blunder can be simply explained by her having a crush- *feeling the obsidian blade under his neck* Am i wrong though?

Cinder: *blushing* Shut up! I'm not catching ANY feelings for Jaune!

Neo: *texting Emerald* "Bullshit"

Emerald: *texting back* "You should see our boss; a true brocon if i ever seen one"

Jeanne: *responding in the group chat* You do realize i can read your message, right?

Neo: "But is she wrong?"

Jeanne: "My relationship with my twin is none of your business."

Emerald: "that's not a no Jeanne~"

Jeanne: "I will burn your corps Emerald, don't think I won't"

_ back to team JNPR's room _

Jaune: *shrug* As for my younger sisters; they aren't old enough to have any responsibility other than getting good notes in high school.

Nora: Isn't that your case as well?

Jaune: *waving off her concern* I was groomed for the position since i was a toddler; it's hardly the same for me as it is for them. *Sigh* Beside, even if i love complaining about my situation, at least i'm not my mom who had to figure out everything by herself while dealing with the faunus war on one hand and Mt Glenn independence on the other.

#jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #nora valkyrie #rwby #rwby au #prince of vale #cinder fall #mercury black #emerald sustrai #neopolitian (rwby)#jeanne arc

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rewvyu · 2 months ago

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Latest Update on Infinity Nikki CN Stylists protest

It has been more than 12 hours since Papergames put out an statement on the protest and the many issues in 1.5. On Infinity Nikki's official Chinese social media channels; Weibo, and Xiaohongshu, comments have reached more than 78,000 as of this afternoon, 12PM UTC+8 Beijing time.

General consensus among CN stylists is that Papergames statement was a word-play aimed at normalising 220 pull max pity and that they have brazenly ignore many issues raised by stylists.

While some may argue that Papergames have been generous and all with the free gifts. CN Stylists real fight is for a fair and reasonable max pity and to protect consumer's right of fellow stylists. Since the launch of Infinity Nikki in December last year, what started out as a 180 pull max pity 5-star outfit have grown to what is now 220 pull max pity for a complete 5-star outfit. Many CN stylists that are loyal fan of the Nikki series knows all too well that Papergames are trying to push the line to make higher max pity a norm, as most of them have already seen it happened in the past Nikki games.

CN stylists have come out with a boycott plead for stylists to unite together and protect consumer's right, and fight against Papergames corporate greed.

Translated from a Xiaohongshu post : (note: I aim to do my best to provide the most accurate translation, but there may be some error here and there. For some parts, I have translated in a more appropriate wording to provide better context instead of literal translation. If you have any question, feel free to ask in reply or reblog and I will answer to my best ability)

Dear whales, dolphins, spenders, stylists, please once again hold your ground! Since the launch of 1.5 we have fought against the bad practices by not spending, writing negative reviews on steam, send our feedback to customer service, and reported them to the relevant government authority department. Yet, we received a perfunctory statement from Papergames. They are not acknowledging the issues, they are admitting that they are in a bad situation. Our protest has yet to success, we need to unite together and boycott by not spending any more. This version is still have long way to go, we have to force them to make changes, you will still be able to pull your outfit banners & buy store items closer to the end of the season. If we accept and let Papergames to keep releasing such perfunctory statement, giving perfunctory compensation; just 20 pulls, just only enough to pull for the new socks they added. If we don't fight back now, this will become a norm and in the future they won't even compensate the cost of the socks. If we, the stylists, forgives Papergames so easily then there will still be a next time and it will only get worst. Papergames apology statement translation into simpler terms: 1. We know the game have a lot of bugs, apologies, fixing, don't rush us, be understanding for the sake of Nikki. 2. Both 5-stars banners are pretty, it is so pretty we decide to add a 11-piece, not informing stylists is our fault, we won't make more than 11-piece for 5-star. (CN stylists take: you know they can add 6-stars or more with more than 11-pieces in the future) 3. Mira Crown, revert back to 14-days with a +1 to 2 extra days on top. Basically, two Mira Crown per month. 4. Workshop: future plan promises, we heard your feedback etc etc... (CN stylists take: they don't even address the colour palette unlocking issues) 5. Enough already, we are gonna take money from you and return it to you as compensation, now go play the game, and we have apologised, for the sake of Nikki let's not talk about it any more.

Other issues:

6. Don't forget they can even misspell Nikki's name! In the apology letter they say they love Nikki, it is just an excuse to say they love money. 7. They made changes to the Terms & Policies in-game with bolded red text without pre-informing us. 8. Cold-shoulder treatment to issues raised: Spending event issue, 68RMB bath tub, not splitting up the mermaid's tail, colour palette is still not universal unlock, no fixed max pity system, changing UI at will.

Clearly there should be a fixed max pity, more reasonable pieces (my understanding: they probably meant things like the mermaid tail), extra pieces can be given out for free when reached max pity pulls, opening gift boxes should reward everything (my understanding: they probably refer to the spending event issues), playing dead (not listening to stylists), do they not understand at all?

They know, they are just doing it on purpose so that they can create a new baseline. In the future when stylists complain about why there is only 11-pieces, they will use the argument that we complained about 11-pieces back then so they won't split any more pieces and continue to disgust stylists. (my note: CN stylists are not fighting against more pieces, they are fighting for a fair and reasonable max pity ceiling as part of consumer's rights)

For those that love Nikki, and those who hope that Infinity Nikki continue to thrives for a long time to come, no one is satisfied by the apology statement from Papergames.

Our Nikki is such a nice person, why should we take a step back and let such disgusting plan and marketing continue.

#infinity nikki #infinity nikki protest #nikki cn

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nwjn-z · 2 years ago

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ꕥ﹐ KYLE BROFLOVSKI．﹗﹑

₊ ⊹ ⪩⪨ ┆What it is like dating Kyle Broflovski headcanons.

warning(s): nsfw, swearing

author’s note: kyle girl till the day i DIE

⎯⎯⎯ ☆

SFW☆

-Kyle is the type of boyfriend that is in love with you and only you this man is so love sick

-Kyle tends to take a more dominant role in the relationship, not necessarily in a sexual way but just in general

-Like he ties your shoelaces for you, grabs things for you that you can’t reach, carries your bag at school for you, follows the sidewalk rule (having him walk next to the road instead of you), and helping you with school work

-he’s also always tidying you up through out the day like wiping your mouth, fixing your hair, and fixing your shirts for you.

-i also feel like he also uses this as an excuse to touch you like he’ll pat the back of your bottoms as if he was dusting something off just to touch your ass

-Kyle is also very possessive and gets VERY jealous

-if he sees you on your phone he’s the type to be like “who are we texting😊”

-he has lots of insecurities that make him think you’re gonna leave him for someone “better”

-he just doesn’t want to lose you :((

-His love languages are acts of service and quality time but he also loves physical touch

-he loves holding your hand, kissing your knuckles, stroking your hair, cuddling in private, and stroking your side while he holds your waist.

-He spoils you absolutely rotten he can’t help it, Kyle is the type of person who shows you he loves you by taking care of you in anyway he can

-ie. buying you whatever snacks you want, giving you massages, cooking for you, driving you wherever you want, and just basically never letting you lift a finger to do anything

-never lets you open any door yourself

-you are passenger princess/prince ALWAYS

-he would literally make all his friends sit in the back if you’re going out with them. always makes sure his baby sits shotgun

NSFW☆

-Kyle is pretty vanilla and doesn’t really have any kinks all he really wants to do is please you

-although…he is a family man at heart and has a HORRIBLE breeding kink, constantly whispering in your ear about how “you’ll make such a good mom” and how “you’re gonna look so pretty pregnant”

-Kyle is also a very making love kind of person, he needs to have feelings before he fucks

-he’s such a giving lover he always puts you first

-on a normal day = sweet and soft sex, when he’s mad or stressed = rough sex

-his favourite positions are missionary and doggystyle

-missionary because he loves being able to see the cute faces you make while he bullies his fat cock into you while holding you like glass <3

-and doggy for when he’s angry or stressed and needs to let off steam by fucking you senseless

-Kyle can get rough in bed and I’m talking ROUGH, like leaving bruises

-hes a pretty strong guy who doesn’t realise his own strength

-LOVES receiving head, it feels so good and you look so cute trying to please him

-imagine Kyle grabbing a fistful of your hair guiding you down his length while saying things like “Fuck yeah baby just like that” and “Making me feel so good baby”

-just seeing you look up at him with the cutest doe eyes through your lashes gets him weak

-he feels so big and important when you go down on him he loves it sm 🫶

#🎬 — nwjn z!#south park #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #south park x reader #kyle broflovski headcanons #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski x you

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bamtwozled · 3 months ago

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You Guys Ever Think About Snokoplasm (2008)

I have been pondering snokoplasm, as one does, and besides the influence of 21 year old phil’s incomparable weirdguy charm, I think it stands out so much to me because it’s a really efficient little piece of slice-of-life science fiction.

one hates to make sweeping generalizations about science fiction as a whole when it encompasses so many subgenres and when the conventions shift based on culture of origin, but the perception at least is that (at minimum western) scifi can have a bit of an exposition problem. sometimes there’s kind of no way around it, and the story literally just can’t progress until the audience knows a certain amount, but sometimes you just want to drop the audience in, give them enough real world points of comparison to be able to anchor themselves a bit and identify with what the protagonist considers normal, and have them keep up from there. this is the approach phil takes in snokoplasm.

the main text of the video is about a minute and three seconds. the final 10 seconds are…ambiguous? I’m unclear if this is the intended use of snokoplasm and the vision is simply incomprehensible to me or if it’s just a certified weird phil moment (said with all the reverence it deserves). in that extremely short time, we get all of this information, either explicitly or implicitly:

- snokoplasm is a thing that exists, and it is a common item in this setting we’ve found ourselves in, because phil’s character does not see the need to provide context to an in-universe audience that should already know what it is. it’s an item used frequently enough that one would reasonably run out of it, and running out isn’t a crisis, but it’s still something you’d need often enough to want to replace it pretty quickly.

- there is a store called A47 that stocks snokoplasm. it’s specifically “the local” A47, implying that this is a well known chain at least regionally, and that it’s a pretty common type of shop rather than a niche specialty thing. this supports what we know from the first point. arguably this is also our first real clue that we’ve diverged from our normal universe and this isn’t just some weird shit regular phil found somewhere, in that he’s citing a store that doesn’t exist like it’s a thing everyone knows about, but for those of us who don’t live in the UK it could be dismissed as some british fuckery, so I think the next detail is more of the tipping point. we also find out a couple seconds later that the store exclusively stocks snokoplasm, so it’s clearly a pretty significant market in this society.

- the store is staffed by an exohelper, reenacted with a robotic voice. this is our main notice that we’ve crossed into scifi territory, but it’s just a science fiction-y prefix and overlay to the concept of a shop worker/cashier, so it’s not like we’ve been given too much to keep up with. the exohelper starts out with generic customer service lines, but then gets judgy about his choice of snokoplasm color, culminating in the “he’s just gonna buy the blue snokoplasm off the internet” comment, and it also argues with him on green vs yellow. you can begin to fill in some aspects about a world which has at least partially replaced retail workers with robots, but also gives these new workers a degree of personality beyond blank subservience. I also think it’s worth noting that the exohelper is built so it’s perceived as female, so we get a little bit of insight on gender perception in this society as well.

- the color of snokoplasm you buy may or may not necessarily make a tangible difference in terms of the product’s utility, but it DEFINITELY has societal baggage associated with it. based on phil saying “look at these muscles” as a counterargument to the idea that he’d want the blue snokoplasm, it may be linked to a concept of masculinity, or at least to a broader idea of “toughness”. buying the blue would be an embarrassing thing for him that he shouldn’t want to do in person, but that someone else might assume he does based on some aspect of how he presents himself (other people have delved more into the idea of snokoplasm color as a metaphor for gender roles and sexuality, and anything I could say here would be stolen from them and is also kind of out of scope here since it dips more into thematic interpretation vs literal reading, but I feel I should point it out. also I do think the fact that the exohelper is specifically presented as female adds a layer here)

- we even get a brief hint as to the economy of this society—the snokoplasm he buys costs 14 million…I don’t actually know what he says here sorry. but it’s 14 million of them. this seems to be a pretty normal cost for the product based on his reaction. obviously we cannot calculate any kind of actual value here, in that. well we don’t actually know what snokoplasm is. we will never know what snokoplasm is, because that’s the whole bit, and so we can’t compare to a real world equivalent, but we at least get some kind of baseline for the kind of money someone would be willing to drop on a quick purchase.

that is a lot of information about this world in a very short time but it doesn’t feel like an infodump; it’s convincingly just this guy talking about his slightly weird exchange with a worker on a standard shopping trip. almost a third of the video’s runtime is the “green”/“yellow” back and forth because that’s the only part of this that’s particularly remarkable to our viewpoint character, which means we get all of the rest of that information in like 40-45 seconds.

and obviously there is still a lot we don’t know about the universe this takes place in. we can get as far as “there’s probably not an ongoing immediate catastrophe, because this character would presumably not be making a video about his shopping trip,” but a lot of other things are wide open. but the fact that we can tell this much from one minute of one guy describing a pretty normal day in this society feels like a really strong start.

all of this to say I genuinely think it’s a neat little piece of storytelling contained in this one-off joke video from 16 years ago, and when I say “I want a phil scifi project” I’m not only saying that in an “I love and support phil lester” way (although that is also true). I just really want to see what he’s capable of.

#obviously a lot of the things I’ve listed here are not New Information if you’ve watched the video #but I think it’s interesting to pick it apart to see how these things are accomplished #and it’s cool to see how much you can do with little details like this!#phil Lester #amazingphil #dan and phil #Look At My Snokoplasm Analysis Boy #get bamtwozled

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