#Shameless Taylor Swift reference

[dropsofnightraindiary]

𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝟙𝟟𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟝 - 𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕟

𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕪𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕟, 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕦𝕟!

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝐼 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒫𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉.

𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝒻𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒶 𝒷𝓊𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒦𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃.

𝒮𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝐿𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃, 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓇𝓊𝓃. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃!

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[hayleythesugarbowl]

hiii ive read all your spencer x reader fics and love them sm!! your writing is amazing, you’re so talented 🫶

if you’re up for a request, i was wondering if you could maybe do one with a british reader or an actress/starkid member reader? (or even both in one!! maybe they meet starkid through a show they do in london or something? idk haha)

American Smile || Spencer Agnew x british!reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist  ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: when smosh comes to london to to do a show you also happen to be a part of, you and spencer hit it off

word count: 1.4k

warnings: mild langauge, i’m american so probably inaccurately depicted london/british, shameless taylor swift references i’m just a girl 💌

a/n: OH WE ARE SO BACK ‼️ it’s been a hot minute since i’ve written for smosh (or at all) and i’m happy to be back. i’m so so sorry this request took me so so long to get to love but i hope you enjoy nonetheless! i am not familiar with starkid at all so i just made this british!actress!reader. this was such a perfect little meet-cute idea. enjoy!!

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     “Sorry!”

     You were bumped hard from behind and you turned around to find a very apologetic-looking woman pushing a large cart. 

     “It’s alright, love,” you assured her.

     As she continued past you, you took a moment to look around you. It was a lot to take in. People bustling about, equipment being moved, other people just arriving.

     They had already begun to set up for the event taking place the next day. You had just gotten here yourself. You took a deep breath, feeling the lanyard around your neck between your fingers. 

     Every year, London held a huge comedy event and you were lucky enough to be invited this year. You were staying in a hotel room above the place but you hadn’t seen it yet. 

     The man at the window had told you to come straight backstage of venue so you could be given a tour before you settled in. Truthfully you just wanted to rest after the day or travel you’d had—you didn’t live to far from the city, but still. You felt for the performers who were coming from out of the country. 

      “When do you think they’ll start this bloody tour?” You mumbled to yourself “I’m starving.”

     You looked around you. It looked like many of the performers were already here. It was quite crowded. You saw many people standing together—group acts—and a couple of solo ones—like yourself.

     You were a pretty big local actor—The Times’ words, not yours—and you had dabbled in comedy for the past few years. You were excited to finally show off that side of your skill set here. 

     Finally, a woman a few yards away from you called out, “Alright, if I could get all of the performers in tomorrow’s show over here. We’re going to go ahead and get started.”

     You walked to where she had pointed and joined the rest of the people waiting. 

     “If everyone could follow me—” The woman started, but she was interrupted by the double doors at the back of the room bursting open.

     A large group of people came rushing in to a chorus of “Were here! We’re not late! Don’t start without us! I told Ian we shouldn’t have taken the Underground!”

     You covered your mouth to suppress a laugh. The woman in charge, however, didn’t look as pleased. She walked over to meet them slowly, fixing them with a glare. 

     “I’m assuming you’re Smosh?” She asked the group.

     A few murmurs went trough the room. Smosh? You heard people mutter. 

     “What’s Smosh?” You asked a woman next to you. She couldn’t have been younger than 75. 

     “Oh they’re a hoot, darling, you’ll see,” was all she said. 

     From listening to the people around you, you gathered that they were an American YouTube comedy group that was also participating in this event.

     You watched as they got checked in and as you scanned over them, your eye caught on a man standing towards the back. He was leaning towards the person next to him, hands in his pockets, presumably making a joke based off of the reaction by the other. 

     Then all of a sudden he looked your way and your eyes snapped back to your hands in front of you. You felt your cheeks warm at getting caught staring. But blimey he was bloody gorgeous! 

      Eventually Smosh made their way over to where you were standing and the woman, looking more stressed and disgruntled than ever, addressed the group. 

    “Right,” she’d said, looking pointedly at the late-arrivers. “Now that we’re all here, let’s get this done with, alright?”

     She began leading you on her tour. You were glad to finally get started. 

     “How about all these British people?” A voice to your left said.

     You turned to find the man you’d been watching earlier, leaning towards you conspiratorially. When you didn’t say anything, he continued.

     “They’ve all got their knickers in a twist, eh?” He said in a mock-English accent.

     You raised an eyebrow at him.

     “Oh god, you’re one of the British people aren’t you?” He said, eyes wide.

     You smiled, amused. “I’m afraid so. Although my knickers are perfectly fine, thank you.”

     His eyes widened even more when he heard your accent. “Well then, I think I must’ve set some record because I’ve only been in your country for two hours and I’ve already insulted three locals.”

     “Three?” You questioned.

     “Tried this same bit at airport security,” he confessed. “They were less pleased. Remind me never to show them our Gentleman’s videos. Called me a wanker, which I’m assuming is not good.”

     You giggled. “Not quite. So I hear you’re a comedian?”

     “Can you write my next resume?” He joked. “But yeah, I do comedy stuff. And other stuff. We’re on YouTube—all of us at Smosh.”

     He gestured to the dozen or so other people with him. None of them looked your way though. 

     “And I'm assuming you’re not just here to cater?” He asked you.

     “No, I’m one of the performers,” you answered. “But a pastry does sound lovely right about now.”

     A moment of silence passed and you listened to the woman at the front talk about the history of the building. 

     “I’m Spencer, by the way,” the man said. “Spencer Agnew.”

     You shook his hand. “(Y/n). (Y/n) (Y/l/n).”

     “That’s so normal,” Spencer acknowledged. “I was expecting something more British.”

     “More British?” You repeated.

     “Yeah, I don’t know, like something from Downton Abbey. Dowager Countess Maryanne whatever.”

     “I don’t think you’ve ever seen that show,” you teased. “And you are aware that it’s the 21st century?”

     “Already? How long have I been in this building?”

     You laughed again. He was charming, Spencer. You were so engrossed in talking to him that you were hardly paying attention to the tour. 

     “Hey, what are you doing after this?” Spencer whispered, glancing at the woman giving the tour, probably hoping she didn’t notice him not paying attention.

     Going back to my hotel room, getting some rest and ordering room service, was what you meant to say. What came out was—

     “Nothing. I’m not doing anything.”

     You didn’t know what made you say it. You just knew you wanted to spend more time with Spencer.

     “Me neither,” Spencer said flippantly and you felt your cheeks flame at assuming he wanted to do something with you. Then he cracked a smile. “I’m just kidding. You wanna grab a bite to eat? I’d go myself but I don’t know any of the good spots.”

     “That sounds brilliant, I’m starving.” You nodded.

     “Great. And maybe afterwards you can show me around the city, make sure I don’t offend anyone else.”

     “It’s a date,” you said. “Anything to stop you ruffling more feathers.”

     Spencer smiled brightly at you and you couldn’t help but beam back. You couldn’t wait for your date with Spencer. Even though you had just met him, you were already more excited about an afternoon with him than the actual comedy event. 

     “Hey, I can’t be doing that bad,” Spencer joked. “I did convince the most attractive person in here to go out with me.”

     “Stop it,” you teased, batting his arm. He looked down at where you had touched him.

      “It’s true,” he said, looking shy all of a sudden. “If this is what all British people look like, I’m staying in this country forever.”

     “You’re not half bad yourself,” you told him, hoping he didn’t see your cheeks flush.

     “Very encouraging,” Spencer said. “But I better join my people before they think they lost me. Again. I’ll tell you that story tonight. At eight?”  

     You nodded. “Perfect. I’m looking forward to it.”

     Spencer winked, kissing you lightly on the cheek before backing up. “Later Countess Cute Accent.”

     You giggled, watching him turn around and head back to his friends and coworkers. 

     “Dude,” you heard him say to one of his friends. “I just had a real life, reverse London Boy moment. Taylor said ‘God I love the English’ and I felt that.”

     You smiled. You were only thinking of Spencer as you turned back towards the front of the still-moving group. You still felt the ghost of his kiss on your face, and your heart still pounded inside your chest. You couldn’t wait to get to know him better.

     “And if you look to your left you’ll see the flying buttresses deigned by the late…”

     The guide kept speaking but you weren’t paying attention. 

     Reverse London Boy huh? You thought. Well then, boy I fancy you. 

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed!! this was so much fun to write 💋

[shitswiftiessay]

well, now we know where taylor gets her shameless and ruthless GREED from.

holy fucking shit.

so this is an email taylor swift’s father sent to her former manager who sued him for lack of payment

there’s like a thousand screenshots from that one email, you can view all the screenshots in this thread, i’m not gonna post them all here because tumblr only allows 10 photos at once.

but here’s a part where he’s talking about his prostate and erection issues in what is supposed to be a “professional” email.

as you read more of the email you can just see the disdain he had for his wife, MULTIPLE times in the email he talks shit about taylor’s mother, and he refers to watching taylor’s brother as “babysitting” and he talks about taylor as if she is nothing more than a product and a business deal to him and he will stop at nothing to make her famous (with the end goal of her being a “movie star.”)

and OF COURSE swifties are defending him even though he clearly views his daughter as a giant dollar sign, because they are a bunch of fucking ass kissers who will defend literally ANY shitty person in taylor’s life. and if it weren’t for her dad, they wouldn’t have their favorite popstar today. at least they’re finally admitting that daddy bought and orchestrated most of her career.

also, some of scott swift’s old facebook posts have resurfaced in the midst of all of this and i’m just gonna leave this one here because it will make perfect sense that he’s a racist who views poor people and addicts as “scroungers.” this is who taylor swift was raised by.

[fivela-secret-gift-exchange]

📢 Fivela Secret Valentine 2025 // Some BTS and Trivia... Thank you all! 💖

👉 See full post in AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63929005/chapters/164826400

Secret Valentine: Challenges, Plot Twists & Hide & Seek!

Once again, our participants exceeded expectations!

This time, we used AO3’s matching system, randomly pairing participants based on shared keywords from their offers and requests. No one received the same Giftee as in Secret Santa, mixing seasoned authors with newcomers and artists with writers.

Like any challenge, some panicked when discovering their Giftee and prompts, but everyone pushed forward—whether with their best effort, best intentions, or both. Some were highly organized, while others spiraled into self-doubt, panic, and late-night despair. Yet in the end, everyone delivered—with sheer talent, determination, or dedication—if not all.

The past two months were a whirlwind of group support, cheerleading squads, writing sprints, spies, beta-readers, and giftee-checkers. The community came alive to make this event a posting feast and a resounding success!

We hope everyone enjoyed the experience—whether through the challenge of creating something in this fandom, the joy of receiving a gift, or simply the shared energy and enthusiasm.

While all stories were scheduled to drop on March 14th , the community came up with its own pace—posting steadily from February 14th to March 14th . Some were too excited to wait, some committed themselves early on so as not to pull out of fear, and others... well, they embraced the chaos and pulled a "we-die-like-Ben" drop, last minute or not 😂

And we thank everyone for the surprise postings and updates that kept us all on edge throughout the month!

👉 181,327 words—an impressive feat, even for the most hardcore readers, who couldn’t possibly read everything in one sitting! 😅👏 

And guess what? Some stories aren’t even done yet!

Creative Highlights & Standout Moments

gaishnik drew a full comic (WIP) in an unmistakably jaw-dripping style in All I Need, while JustBWilde blessed us with another expertly edited Mastermind video. One isn’t born a Swiftie—they become one! Or, at the very least, please all the Swifties of the community 💘 Want another game? Find all Taylor Swift references in this Secret Valentine Event!

Whether you’re looking for hidden love, yearning love, cozy love, angsty or sad love, there is one story for every taste! 

Alexa_K3S gave us a new spin to everyone’s all-time favorite Replacement with One wrong turn (WIP, 44k) writing one of her most cherished tropes—one of a pure and heartbreaking one-sided love story. 

Rowan_555 joined her first event with a 90s romcom-inspired The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret (WIP, 25k), packed with her unmistakable “yearnalism” and breathtaking moments.. Did she get called out by the first chapter? Yes, she was.

okay_lets_be_still immersed us in an intense first-person POV with Chaos and Control, reminiscent of her I Want Tomorrow.

HansoDax drew first a piece of art in her evolving yet now unmistakable style, but challenged herself with more in I hear you like drawing, here's my JPEG  by completing it with another chibi art and a challenging and kinky story.

Our authors and artists filled the space left in between seasons, or gave us a glimpse of what happened in the subways, at the Greenhouse, with Jerome and Nancy... 

ClumsyBookworm18 entered this event with a bang, delivering a tensed and guilt-tripping illicit affairs from Lila’s POV while Tardis_jpg also gave us an angsty one from Five’s POV in Indentation. Both pushed us into the minds of both characters, each fighting against their feelings.

chronokinesis wrapped us in warm, smutty green woolen jumper Greenhouse’s moments, with Five's Favorite Place.

deadinsideserpent teased us with a short yet full-potential meeting in Secrets Keep Us Close while HansoDax & monfivela finally teamed up… just to write smut. Shameless smut, playing with Five and Lila’s dissociative identities in These Dreams Are Made of You.

Our participants didn’t hesitate to explore new POV and characters outside of Five and Lila: 

In Is Your Drama Going to Have an Intermission Soon? I Need to Pee, InadequateAllAlong teased us with characters’ files and a moodboard before leading us through Klaus’ chaotic hamster-wheel mind. 

LadyMoony delivered a heartfelt story from Grace’s POV, In her eyes, offering a fresh and innocent perspective on the Fivela dynamic.

Can you imagine Five as the main character in an AU!Academy setting? As a therapist, a teacher, or a barrister?

Stephsageek set the perfect stage for a rivals-to-lovers tale with a dash of mystery in Sincerely Yours. Who sent that love letter? Who also sent those ominous letters in KitsuneUdon743’s mysterious Bad Omens -inspired work Just like the Rain. 

The plebs want to know.

For ifellintofantasy, it's high Time For Change as she gave a voice to Lila’s struggle and journey to save her marriage and her self while marygeldingm93 wrote a romantic and fun piece, using every trope loved by her giftee in Trying Not to Fall for You.

What happened between S2 and S3? 

Once again, monfivela and she_goesonandon unknowingly explored a reasoning idea, with two complementing stories that opened a new plot: what if Lila went to Five in the Apocalypse post-S2?

Until Again and The Twins both tell a love story that begins in Apocalypse and takes years to fulfill.

Our participants went all their way to study and give back to the authors, creating fanworks around fanworks:

panjava_clown_69’s Fever Dream Hallucinations shared not one, but two, and maybe three edits! All inspired by Rowan_555’s epic and Fever Dream.

crankytrashpanda brought theirs and Tardis_jpg’s Male!Lila (Lyle) to life in a hopeful (and smutty!) subway-set one-shot. After gaishnik’s illustration, Lyle now has some stories! We want more of him 🙏

Delicately, LokiNightfury (our secret artist!) didn’t only draw one fanart inspired by Fancy Nancy (HansoDax’s Secret Santa) but five escalating pieces, from G to M in We can’t make any promises, but you can make me a drink.

People, stop raising the bar—just kidding, don’t ever stop 🍓

Some Fun Trivia!

We’ve had the joy to have crankytrashpanda, our hit-pitcher for Secret Santa, who answered the call for Tardis_jpg’s gift—the secret only stayed for an hour at most as would most authors who know each other too much, the pleasure was literally skyrocketing as Tardis_jpg read their beloved OC come to life in Be Mine… and by someone who certainly wasn’t supposed to participate! What does Lyle look like? Check out gaishnik's art!)

monfivela tried to hide behind an edit (but left a Subway Script signature that didn’t go unnoticed to our code breaker LokiNightfury) and only stayed secret as far as the title went (as noticed by Tardis_jpg) and within 5 minutes into reading when called out by ClumsyBookworm18. Instead of her usual rom-com AU, she went with an enduring love that spans decades and rewrote all seasons (21k).

Cheeky! LokiNightfury didn’t deny having any of the Fivela Community mods as her Giftee, faking sprint-writing and drew right under HansoDax ’s nose. The secret was too hard to keep, so for those looking at her titles, one would immediately guess the Swiftie’s mastermind behind. Throwing HansoDax off her scent with all other known and unknown artists was part of the game, until Ao3 safeguard system that didn’t allow an author to like their own work and comment under their name betrayed her.

Turnabout is only fair, and how could LokiNightfury conveniently forget HansoDax & monfivela were subbing for one of the assignments? The mischievous tag team led LokiNightfury on a wild goose chase to every explicit-content author until they had to point out who didn’t Kudos and commented. We love you too (sincerely, yours).

Final Words

This event was filled with passion, surprises, and unmatched creativity.

Thank you all for being part of this family. Your talent, enthusiasm, and support keep this ship sailing!

Now, go forth and read, comment, and spread the love! 

We aim to please and hope you all have been well-fed 🍓

Sincerely yours,

@gaishnik @lokinightfury @marygeldingm93 @howdoioperateher @tardis-jpeg @okay-letsbestill @monfivela @just-b-wilde @hansodax @inadequate-all-along @stephsageek @deadinsideserpent @ssmhhh @silverywolf14 @kitsuneudon743 @kingofok @rowan-555 @ifellinto-fantasy @little-moony @littleleopardseal @seasphynx @clumsybookworm18 She_goesonandon

[greenandsorrow]

What once was.

the secret history fanfic

"One likes to think there's something in it, that old platitude amor vincit omnia. But if I've learned one thing in my short sad life, it is that that particular platitude is a lie. Love doesn't conquer everything. And whoever thinks it does is a fool."

I'm a fool... Richard was right. Love has the power to conquer many things, it can make the shy act brave and the brave act shy, but it cannot conquer death. I used to think Henry could not be conquered by neither love or death. I such was a fool.

Author's note 🦋

This story will be very self indulgent and maybe not for everyone! I am aware that the characters of the book aren't meant to be romanticised and I'm also aware of all the elitism and pretense that's portrayed in the book, but I still love it. If you love it too, you'll excuse me, I know it. 🏛️☕

No Bacchanal will take place in this fic. The characters will still be messed up, but not guilty of murder. Richard won't be the narrator. Another mention, this is Henry centred!

The Secret History left a big impression on me when I first read it (I've read it three times so far) because: I) I'm greek, live in Greece & speak greek, II) during high school I had to study ancient greek and latin to death III) I have a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.

I hope you'll like my attempt at inserting a new character. Obviously, this isn't even trying to compare to Donna Tart's exquisite talent, it's just fanfiction.

That's just an introduction. I'm a bit insecure about writing something I aspire to be a bit more "serious", especially when it comes to my use of the English language, but it's fine I guess.

The title is basically "What once was" by Her's.

My OC, Rita, is definitely my shameless self insert. I didn't want to make her flawless, without any negative traits. I also wanted to explore the contradiction between a raw, almost bohemian person against Henry's perfectionistic and almost non-human at times personality. Rita is genuine, she is simple but in a complicated way (like all of us). She shares the same passion of the ancient world with her classmates, but not in their flamboyant manner. In a way it's her heritage, Plato, Homer & the twelve Gods of Olympus, but she embraces the fact in a grounded way, not in an obsessive one.

Just like the title is inspired by a song, so is Henry & Rita's backstory. The childhood I'll be referring to is inspired by Taylor Swift's song "seven". You don't have to be a Swiftie to enjoy this fic, but do listen to the song. It describes the purity of childhood friendships. Childhood friends that get separated for years only to find each other by chance (or fate) is all the information you need for now.

Warnings; possibility of smut/ nsfw content, mentions of childhood trauma and abandonment, triggering themes in general, physical injuries, mental issues, self harm, homophobic people from the 80's, some cute moments that might be out of character for the gang, stereotypes that I don't resign with but are part of the plot, dark themes that might have to do with death, pov changes

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[delightful-mirth]

What is beauty, true beauty? Quite the question, isn't it?

In this mad world, we're usually taught as children that beauty comes from the heart. It's too bad that at the same time, still from early on in life, we're also constantly bombarded with slogans about fake, artificial and irrealistic beauty canons.

We've all heard, at least once in life, unkind observations about the way we look. Too fat, too thin, too small, too tall, and all that jazz. This often leads to negative mental and physical health consequences, like anxiety, depression, eating disorders. In some cases even to extreme acts.

A specific term, a phrase was coined to identify and fight this: body-shaming. Now, on Tumblr a lot of people are nominally against body-shaming, often reblogging posts against it or highlighting messages such as that all bodies are beautiful. It's just too bad that the truth about where they actually stand is quite a different matter.

There is a "person" (such an overstatement) on Tumblr, whom I will henceforward refer to as the worm, that is exactly like that.

You see, the worm pretends it's progressive and open-minded, but in truth it shows no qualms in being a body-shamer. The worm won't think twice about telling you that you're not enough of this and not enough of that to be considered attractive. It will launch baseless accusations calling you fake, it's undoubtedly projecting.

The worm has deeply hurt someone I infinitely love and care about, being gratuitously cruel and careless about re-opening old wounds. And in the name of what? Of its shallow beauty standards? Worse is that this person I love so much has always been so kind to the worm, they even were among the few who bought the lame fiction that the worm writes.

The worm is a less-than-human monster, a fiend that incarnated into a barely human shell to cause harm and despair. The worm is heartless, brainless, shameless and worthless. May it never know peace. May the harm it tries to cause fall upon it.

The worm knows too well who it is, but if you want to know its identity, feel free to ask me in private. It might save you some sorrows to know who it is before stumbling upon it.

I'll let karma do its course now.

[thepupperino]

Weekly Tag Wednesday: Google Search Edition

Hey hi hello! I was tagged by @mybrainismelted, @creepkinginc, @spookygingerr, @burninface, and @deedala this week--thank you all, this one was fun!!

name: keely

where in the world is carmen sandiego? (or you) shut the fuck i used to love carmen sandiego. i'm in utah

ok, so this week we are going to snoop into your google search. type in each phrase and tell us what the first suggestion is that google gives you!

what is the best way to…lose weight (CICO babyyy)

where can i…watch quiet on set (i already did and it’s great)

how old is…taylor swift (i wanted to be original ☹️)

how long does it take…to get a passport (if it’s a renewal and you pay for expedited processing and shipping—a week)

how many…oz in a cup (i love googling conversions)

who set the record for…the highest jump (another one where i was hoping to be original)

when did…ww2 end (so what if i’m not a history girlie? sue me)

what does it feel like to…get shot (👀)

can you…get pregnant on your period (🤨)

when you…say nothing at all (🎶)

why do…cats knead (🐱)

is there a way…to disable youtube shorts (my husband loves youtube shorts)

how old do you have to be…to rent a car (25?)

where do the…utah jazz play (i’ve been to a game! 💁🏼‍♀️ however they did change the name of the arena and i can’t remember which it is now)

what is the best time to…post on instagram (for the al gore rhythm)

and to finish us off… what comes up when you type in shameless? shameless(.)fandom(.)com because i reference that website all the time. the first google suggestion though is "shameless hncle carl" (and yes, that is how it's spelled)

Tags under the cut!

@whiskeyandoranges @mickeym4ndy @pookiebearmick @roryonic @sgtmickeyslaughter

@reganmian @doshiart @gallapiech @lee-ow @kandyzee

@hazeisblue @mickwentz @twinklyylights @redheadedbucky @violetshades

@stocious @deathclassic @svltburn @sluttygallavich @jrooc

[burninface]

Weekly Tag Wednesday - the Google Search Edition

Thank you for tagging me! @creepkinginc and @lingy910y

name: face

where in the world is carmen sandiego? (or you) I know there's an animation called this name but I had never seen it so idk

ok, so this week we are going to snoop into your google search. type in wach phrase and tell us what the first suggestion is that google gives you!

what is the best way to… learn a language? This looks like a question I'd like to ask but I didn't search this.

where can i… get a money order? I'm not traveling to another country so it's unnecessary for me to know🤨

how old is… taylor swift? guess this is the most frequently asked question by people around the world haha

how long does it take… to meaning. never searched this but as a non-native speaker I do often search some english phrases + meaning...

how many… weeks in a year? 365/7≈(350+14)/7=50+2=52. and the answer is ≈52.177457 weeks, ok I'm that nerd🤓

who set the record for… the longest rock concert in the united states? Bruce Springsteen, oh ok got it

when did… when did vnl 2023 start. finally something I truly ever googled😌

what does it feel like to…fall in love reddit. hey as a litho I have no chance to fall in love so I can only look for references from time to time.

can you… drink distilled water? pretty sure you can!

when you… finish saving the world. don't know this movie at all🤔

why do… baby owl sleep face down. actually I knew the anwser (cause their heads are too heavy), I googled this two days ago only because I want to find the original article to get this cute picture: (hey s1 mick are you a baby owl?)

is there a way… to save karlach. this is everyone's default preferred question, but I love karlach and do want to save her if I play bg3 that much.

how old do you have to be… to gamble

where do the… warriors play

what is the best time to… post on instagram. it said between 7 a.m. and 8 a.m. on weekdays, really?? where's 7 a.m. and 8 a.m.??

and to finish us off… what comes up when you type in shameless? shameless gallaghers ages. it's for my 6 Gallaghers + 2 Milkoviches dessins d'enfant project haha (and I still got it wrong😅

tagging @em-harlsnow @thepupperino @deathclassic @piefrans @mmmichyyy @spookygingerr @deedala @blue-disco-lights @mickeym4ndy @doshiart @atthedugouts @vintagelacerosette @ms-moonlight-inn hey my mutual friends! <3

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Gorgeous - Sneak Peek (JJ Maybank x Original Female Character)

This is part of the first chapter to a new fic I'm working on, featuring a different character that is outside of Audrey's universe. I'm planning on this beginning in the lull between seasons 3 & 4 of Outer Banks, but we'll see how this develops and what actually happens in season 4. It will eventually be posted to AO3 (if we like it) but for now we can have a sneak peek on Tumblr.

Pairing: JJ Maybank X Original Female Character

Warnings: References to smut; shameless flirting; Gorgeous by Taylor Swift stuck in author's head.

Length: 2335 words

Gorgeous (working title)

The first time Scarlett spotted him was at some random wedding reception she stumbled into. There was a live band, a buffet of food, and a cash bar with a cute bartender who wasn’t checking ID. Nursing her drink, Scarlett stood somewhere between the bar and buffet, leaning against a tall table just people watching. He was tall, with a head of effortlessly messy blonde hair, but it was the broad shoulders that really caught her attention—the way his button down shirt strained when he would shift or reach for his drink made the back of her neck warm slightly. She had yet to see his face, but she kept checking back in between casual glances around the rest of the party to see if he turned. 

She wound up in the OBX about a month ago. After dropping out of UCLA after one year in college, Scarlett packed her car with her dorm room items, only to pause in the parking lot outside her residence hall. She was supposed to return home, head hung, having failed her way out of college, where she’d undoubtedly be forced to work in her father’s law office filing papers the whole summer. But as she sat there, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white, Scarlett decided to drive. She hadn’t necessarily intended to drive east, but before she knew it she hopped on the 101 and found herself on interstate 40, crossing the California state line about seven hours later. 

Scarlett drove until she was tired, pulling over, she dozed in her car a few hours before continuing on, eventually stopping somewhere near the Arizona/New Mexico border to rent a motel room and sleep the rest of the night and early morning. Her phone started going off in regular intervals sometime after midnight, and after confirming that all of her locations were turned off, Scarlett passed out in the motel bed and didn’t wake until her stomach demanded food. 

It took another two days of straight driving to reach the Atlantic, and briefly Scarlett considered scraping enough money together to buy a one way plane ticket across the ocean and start over completely in Europe, but as she boarded the ferry for one of the islands just off the coast of North Carolina, she finally allowed herself a moment to breathe in the salty, humid air. 

She was free. 

“Smoked salmon, miss?” 

Scarlett found herself back in the present, staring at a rather handsome young man dressed in all black. Judging by the way he eyed her, Scarlett must not look too terrible in the simple black dress she’d hauled out of her suitcase. She lifted a hand to the tray to grab a salon and cream cheese cracker and he gave her a nod before continuing on his way around the party.  

“Ok—so I scoped out the buffet line and the dessert table,” Scarlett was met with the face of her only friend in North Carolina, Whitney Pool. She met Whitney on her first day working at the Island Club Hotel, Whitney was assigned as her trainer and together the girls restocked and made up all the hotel rooms on the first three floors. It wasn’t long before they were fast friends, Whitney even letting her crash on her couch until she decided what to do with her life. “They’ve got a carving station and everything—but if you wanna skip right to dessert, I’m right there with you.” 

Scarlett laughed, nodding as Whitney glanced over her shoulder at the many different deserts. “Do we think the cake is real or fake?” 

Scarlett looked over at the five tiered white wedding cake, the icing piled high as it towered over the rest of the deserts. “Fake,” Scarlett said as she bit into her cracker, the salmon and cream cheese mixing well together, having been to many of these types of events in her life she was well aware of the tricks, “the sheet cake’s in the back, they’ll cut one piece and then take it away.” 

“Love the theatrics,” Whitney leaned forward to squeeze her forearm. “Ok, I need another glass. You want one?” 

“No—I’ll switch to something else in a bit. More than one glass of champagne gives me a headache.” 

“Things rich people say.” 

Scarlett laughed, hiding her smile behind her glass as she sipped the champagne. The first time she had the sweet bubbly drink she was thirteen and hiding from her parents in the hotel bathroom during her grandmother’s funeral. In true WASP style, they had the reception in a massive hotel ballroom, complete with glossy portraits and a swan ice sculpture, just as her grandmother requested in her last wishes. 

Scarlett and her older brother, Liam, snuck a few bottles of champagne when no one was looking and quickly found out how easy it was to get drunk on Dom Perignon. That was the night of Scarlett’s first kiss, when her brother’s friend, Seth, had kissed her sloppily against the door of the men’s room, drunken hands fumbling to touch her breasts. Scarlett didn’t remember much from that night, but she did recall throwing up all over Seth’s shoes. 

Scarlett’s eyes swept the party once more, taking in the older couples swaying to the music on the dance floor, the bride and groom, happy and in love, moving from table to table greeting their guests and thanking them for attending. Scarlett made a mental note to keep far away from the two. Rule number one of wedding crashing was to stay away from the newly married couple. 

Scarlett hadn’t expected anyone to notice her, no one aside from the male server had anyway, so when her eyes lifted and met those crystal clear eyes, she thought her heart stopped. 

He was half turned, leaning against his own cocktail table, his gaze trained fully on her. When his eyes met her own, every thought vanished from her mind, and instead all she wanted was to drown in those blue eyes. 

A slow, small, half smile lifted from the corner of his mouth as he reached for the short glass on the table in front of him, two ice cubes clinked in the glass as he took a long sip from it, draining the light colored amber liquid before he pushed himself away from the table and crossed the grassy area to greet her. 

His tie seemed out of place as he smoothed it down, and it didn’t match his shoes the way someone who frequently wore ties would, and based on the way his collar sat, the buttons at the points remaining unbuttoned, told her he wasn’t used to wearing button down shirts either. Scarlett guessed it was a slim cut shirt, based on the way it fit him well around his waist, but his shoulders were too broad for it—and as she eyed the French cuff she was left with even more questions. A girlfriend had most likely purchased or recommended it, but she’d been watching him on and off all evening and had yet to see him with anyone other than a curly haired brunette, and while the boys could be a couple, they didn’t appear to act like one. 

Fuck—Scarlett really hoped he liked women. 

“I had the entire walk over to come up with a line,” his voice was playful and teasing, his eyes glinting as he smiled fully now, “but all I could come up with was hi.” 

“Hi,” Scarlett responded with her own smile, her weight shifting from one foot to the other, “and I think that’s a decent enough line.” 

He glanced over his shoulder at the bride and groom before looking back at her, “how do you know Shawn and Andy?” 

“Um…” Of course they would both have those names…how was she supposed to make up a story now? “Well, I’m Andy’s second cousin…mom’s side.” 

His eyes swept over her, sucking the inside of his cheek as he looked back over his shoulder once more, “that must’ve been an exciting childhood,” he said as he studied her. 

“Oh—you know…” Scarlett coughed softly, “how do you know…them?” 

“I used to work with Shawn,” he said, “back in high school, plus he basically invited the whole damn island.” 

“Ah well…”

“I’m JJ,” he leaned his side against the table, the smile still across his face making her stomach flutter. 

“Scarlett.” 

“Scarlett,” she really wanted to hear him say her name again, watching as he tasted it, the way he drug the r and l together made the butterflies in her stomach go insane, “I like that.” 

“Is JJ short for something?” 

“Sometimes,” JJ lifted his shoulder, “nothing interesting though.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Scarlett wanted to reach up and smooth his collar down, but she forced her hands to remain on the table, “you’re from Kildare?” 

“Mhmm,” JJ glanced around, taking inventory of the party and who was there, “born and raised. What about you?” 

Scarlett hesitated, part of her, the part attached to the butterflies wanted to tell him the truth, but the part attached to her brain told her to deflect so she and Whitney wouldn’t get caught. 

“Oh—uh…”

JJ leaned across the table, motioning her closer to him with his index finger, “you know…if you’re gonna crash, you need to keep your lies simple and not at all attached to the wedding party.” 

Scarlett blushed, her face heating uncomfortably, “when’s you figure it out?” 

“Oh, at the beginning,” JJ grinned at her as they both stood back up straight, “Andy’s adopted and doesn’t know her family.” 

“Fuck.” 

JJ only laughed at her expletive, “like I said…” he shrugged, “keep it simple. Too much and it’s not believable. So, Scarlett’s your real name?”

“It is,” she nodded, “I just got off work and my friend begged me to sneak in with her, she promised me cake if I did.” 

“Cake’s worth it,” JJ said, “I’ve never seen you around though…do you live here in Kildare?” 

“I just moved, actually,” Scarlett lifted her arm to scratch along her shoulder, “arrived about a month ago.”

“Ah.” He nodded, as if he’d just solved an ongoing mystery, “that’s it—I would’ve remembered you.”

Scarlett blushed again and based on JJ’s easy smile she assumed he knew it too. “You’re doing ok on the lines.”

“Good,” JJ shifted, “I’ve been out of practice, so that’s good feedback.”

Scarlett laughed and JJ reached up to scratch behind his ear, his eyes lifting as the server from earlier walked by, his eyes trained directly on Scarlett as he passed. 

“I’m sensing some competition,” JJ joked lightly, but Scarlett could hear the nervousness in his voice, “friend of yours?”

“Never met him before,” Scarlett shook her head, “he’s cute, though.” 

“Got the tall, dark, and handsome thing going,” JJ nodded, “you gonna play that one out or…?” 

“Hmm,” Scarlett lifted a shoulder, watching the server disappear into the white tent, “maybe…do you think he looks like someone who gives good head?” 

JJ choked on his spit and Scarlett smiled, sipping her drink, pleased that she’d made JJ blush. “I don’t know,” JJ coughed lightly, clearing his throat, “a toss up, probably. Young enough to know that’s what you’re lookin’ for, but the good looking ones sometimes don’t know what they’re doing.” 

“So you must be downright terrible then, huh?” 

JJ ran a hand over his mouth, his blue eyes twinkling as he looked across the table at her, but before he could say anything the crackling electricity between them was doused by the frantic red head running up to the table, “they have two cakes!” 

Scarlett had to take a moment to take in her friend, watching Whitney set her glass on the table, “umm…”

“JJ, hey.” 

“Whitney,” JJ’s eyes skimmed the area surrounding them, “is Ricky here?”

“No, you know he won’t crash with me,” Whitney rolled her eyes before looking at Scarlett, “you’ve met Scarlett?”

“Mhmm.” 

“JJ is Ricky’s cousin,” Whitney explained, referring to her on again, off again hook-up. Scarlett labeled them as dating, but Whitney assured her time and time again it was just sex. But Scarlett didn’t think cuddling on the couch every Tuesday night watching movies and walking by the docks on Sunday afternoons could be considered just sex. 

JJ glanced over his shoulder after hearing his name, looking over to see the brunette from before waving him over, the bride and groom beside him. “I’ll let you ladies get back to your evening,” he ducked his head before sending Scarlett a soft smile, “I’ll see you around, Scarlett.” 

When JJ was across the lawn and out of ear shot, Whiteny turned her full attention to Scarlett, “did I interrupt something?”

“I’m not sure,” Scarlett finished her champagne, looking over at Whitney, “you know him?” 

“He’s Ricky’s cousin, I’ve seen him from time to time. Cute—a smart ass.” 

“Is he attached?” 

Whitney took a lengthy sip of her refilled champagne, “he was—but I haven’t seen her around lately. Do you want me to ask Ricky?”

Scarlett shook her head, even though Whitney already had her phone out, thumbs moving frantically as she no doubt sent a text off to Ricky. “I’m going to get a refill.” 

Whitney nodded and Scarlett left to wander to the bar, asking for a vodka soda with lime, watching as the server from earlier emerged from the tent, their eyes meeting a moment later. His were a dull brown, but his face was cute and his nose was promising, so Scarlett let him approach, watching as he gently slid a napkin towards her before wandering off with his tray of appetizers. Scarlett thanked the bartender before walking back to Whitney, her eyes flickering over towards the table JJ returned to, except this time she didn’t see him or his friend. 

“They took their seats at the table,” Whitney sipped her drink, “finish your drink and then we’ll grab cake and bounce before the toasts begin.”

[fangirl-docintraining]

Just wanted to say that I love your writing! Still growing up now was absolutely amazing and I loved the little Taylor swift references you dropped for it 😊 and as someone who currently works nights in the ER, just wanted to send you some good vibes. It’s crazy buts it’s fun 🙃 hope your rotation goes well and that you take care of yourself so you can take care of others!

This is so sweet! The health care outsiders girlies pipeline continues to grow 🥰

ER is quite fun, it’s just been a mess with the polar vortex I’ve had shifts cut short and cancelled so it’s just been a weird week overall, but please see me recent post for some shenanigan highlights and personal favs 😂

(Also if you loved SGUN here’s my shameless self promote for cowboy like me for anyone who hasn’t read it yet)

[joesalw]

Hi! I noticed that someone mentioned the fact that taylor is doing/ saying about Olivia what lana said about billie just to keep her close in the industrial competition and could't be more true. I mean, since ldr released her first album, taylor suddenly and gradually changed her music too and now even wants to do a rock album to be more "experimental" with her music, something that lana also stated about her last album last year. Whst bothers me is that no one talks more about it. About the enumerations in miss swift's song like cardigan copied by lana in many of her songs, especially old money, cherry or off to the races.

Everyone praises taylor's unique talent and writing skills but how can't they notice the many similarities between her new lyrics and lana del rey's about darkness, drunkness, gold, lucky ones, americana, literature references, not to mention the vault ones are a shameless ripped off from her work with pink flamingo's, dresses, aquamarine etc. I strongly believe she was listening obsesivly to honeymoon in that period of time to capture that essence when she wrote them just the way she did for 1989 with born to die at that time. Idk it seems fake to me and sad that lana never sued her for wildest dreams and I knew you were trouble just the way she did with poor Olivia, cause lana would have more to complain about plagiarism than a stupid scream.

Anyway, the point is her lyrics were not so deep and intelectual before she started to copy paste lana, so. Also, not full of color metaphors and that ultraviolence heavy metal rage. I mean let's take a look at the I don't know about you but I'm feelin 22 to the puke of words maroon or the great war is. To me, its obvious, but the most annoying ones are the vault tracks she claims she wrote years ago, when kts clear that they are slow and lyrically and sonically taken from lana. Even the slut one sounds exactly like the bridge of about love from marina and the diamonds but nooo, swift is a genius

[jalwyn21]

Well, she pretended that the bath tub thing was not about Kim K and everyone believed her 🙄 Just one of the bad things she got away with doing ...

What else could people think the bathtub could possibly be about? The whole video is very specific and done with a clear purpose in mind. Right from her pretending to be a zombie rising from the grave and talking about having a name underlined in red. And the whole Kim story was very clear about her being tied up in the bathtub and being held at gunpoint. There were plenty of things she could have done to get her message of revenge across and she chose that. Also, people really need to stop making the whole thing worse than it was. Yeah I can totally see how that would be traumatic for her but the vast majority of the gp was on her side. Even Barack Obama took her side. Beyonce (who Kanye claimed to be speaking for) took Taylor's side and invited her on stage to give the speech Kanye interrupted. The reason the whole thing was dredged back up was because of the Famous video and even then she stoked the fire by not being upfront about that phone call. Yeah people went way too far on social media and I can see how awful that would be but she also had people defending her. She got to be on the Time cover after her SA trial. Fans were literally waving $1 bills to support her as a reference to how she sued the radio dj for a symbolic $1. I'm not saying she hasn't had to deal with a lot of the typical challenges that women in media have to deal with but even then compared to most other women, she's still had and continues to have a much better time of it. Just look at how Lana was snubbed (among many other female musicians) at the Grammys and then Taylor dragged her onto stage.

As far as the whole masters thing goes, that was a standard business practice and while you could argue the ethics of it, she is far from the only musician that has happened too and if anything, she has actually made it harder for other musicians because of the new law that was passed as a result of her actions and yet she's said nothing about that. On top of all that, rerecording the albums wasn't even her idea. It was Kelly Clarkson and we didn't find out about that until just recently.

So with all of that plus her behavior over the past few months, there is literally nothing that makes me see her as the victim or as some empowered girl boss. All I see is the most entitled, hypocritical and utterly shameless mean girl ever.

"What else could people think the bathtub could possibly be about?"

Babe, she had fancy magazines defending her :

No, Taylor Swift Isn't Mocking Kim Kardashian's Robbery in Her New Video

[rainbowdaisy13]

You asked why Travis is different from the other beards and the answer is simple. Shame. The entire extended Kelce family, NFL, Chiefs organization, etc have none. They have zero pride and are more than happy to milk the Taylor Swift brand for all it’s worth. Previous beards were successful in their own right and wanted to be seen as separate from their relationships. Not the Kelces. They get paid by the “Tay”. Which in turn drives Taylor’s ego to be obnoxious and over the top with references and hand-holding. Scott Swift is living his football dreams. Austin gets to be “one of the boys”

The more the Kelces talk the more the Swift family feels cool and the more the fodder for the Tayvis fanfiction which drives engagement with media leading to the ultimate goal for everyone money.

Travis insisting on his podcast that “he and Tay and really happy” and thanking Niecy for always saying the relationship is real is no different from Tom Hiddleston in a magazine article but because they hear his voice the Swifties can imagine he’s saying it to the Taylor who is the main character in the romcom they imagine.

Shameless all of them.

[iceyiceice]

Is shameless prestige tv?

Hi Anon!

I hope your day is going well :)

I'm not gonna lie, I had never heard of that term before so I did some research. So let's see...

From what I can gather, prestige tv is defined in a lot of different ways by different people, so I'm just gonna analyse shameless in regards to some of these definitions/traits of prestige tv that I found online.

First of all here prestige tv is described as 'Water Cooler tv'

What this means is a tv show that everyone seems to be watching that you discuss over the water cooler in the office. I don't think from my experience that shameless is that, however it did finish 3 years ago and I am in the UK so a US fan that watched the show in real time would be a better judge of that. I however would argue that we don't have water cooler tv shows anymore for a large variety of reasons. First of all, everyones algorithm is so personalised that someone who is an A class celebrity to one person is unknown to the next. Think back to Britney Spears reign, everyone new her, I don't think we really have celebs like that anymore. Of course there are Taylor Swift and Harry Styles at the moment but I imagine that it is easy for anyone who's not a fan to limit their exposure to them. I have a lot of Taylor on my timelines because I am a big fan, but I never see Harry anymore because I never liked the videos or even watched them through so the algorithm stopped showing me. Maybe in the first few seasons Shameless in the US was inescapable for the wider society, like Glee or One Direction, all around the same time, but like I said, I can't vouch for that. Secondly, the way we consume tv has changed. I personally didn't watch shameless until 2022 and binge watched it all on Netflix over a few weeks. Streaming has really altered how we consume. We don't all watch the same shows at the same time with ad breaks like we did 15-20 years ago so it is hard for anything to be water cooler tv. In the UK the only shows that fit this standard are reality shows such as Love Island and I'm a Celebrity Get me Out of Here but I've noticed that even those don't have the water cooler tv title they did 10 years ago, likely because people can be binging shows on Netflix on a Friday night instead of tuning in to live reality tv.

Next up, here one feature of prestige tv is colour scheme/lighting

Prestige tv uses colour and lighting to set the tone, the article describes this as being dark, muted colours. I think shameless definitely makes use of colour to set the scene and help tell the story but they don't just use muted colours. In the early seasons there is a gorgeous grainy quality that feels comfortable and nostalgic. The Gallagher house is full of yellows and muted warm colours that help us feel safe and loved there, just look how cozy this video is. The Milkovich house on the flip side feels very cold and clinical. Look here, and this is Mickey's room which is the cosiest room in the entire house... still cold and depressing. Even the exterior of Kev and V's house being a pillow box red is a nod towards their passionate love.

Boobs

No seriously, the article said prestige tv shows full boob and shameless does that!

Self-awareness

I'm on that same article, according to Vulture, prestige tv has self awareness, shameless does to an extent. Of course there's the 'here's what you missed last week on shameless' where the actors stay in character which breaks down the fourth wall a little. Similarly there are a few pop culture references, Lip mentions Sue from Glee to Mandy (I can't find it on yt and he uses two slurs so I don't wanna repeat it), letting us know that the same tv shows exist in the shameless universe. Fun fact, Mike O'Malley who plays Burt Hummel on Glee (Kurt's dad) was a writer on Shameless! And of course Mickey watches Riverdale in season 11. I think these all count as self awareness.

Thus, yeah in my opinion I think Shameless could be considered prestige tv, as much as any show could be in the streaming age. But I am incredibly biased.

I have absolutely no business analysing tv, I literally heard the term 'prestige tv' for the first time today, but if anyone wants to discuss further, or listen to me yap more then lemme know!

[fioreshere]

Hi there!!! Shameless self-plug of my first ever fic for my first ever post here😌 check it out if u want🩷

Coffee shop AU! Mainly wesper, but I sprinkled some helnik in there (still not sure about where I'm going with kanej, soz); also, a frankly embarassing amount of taylor swift references + way too much pining tbh🫶🏻

Wylan is pretty sure that his face is going to combust at some point, if that barista doesn't stop, just- existing, really.

Jesper is pretty sure that his heart is going to explode at some point, if that customer doesn't stop, just- existing, really.

or: if only they'd known how oblivious their best friends are, Nina and Inej probably wouldn't have made that bet. Now they're going both broke *and* crazy.

or, or: Matthias wishes everyone was as in love as he is, Kaz just wants his employees to get the fuck back to work.