#Windows Sandbox

[bsptourist]

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created by eddw

[boxfullaturtles]

A Phrase Remains

A "Made to Suffer and to Love" Vignette

He does not understand the sounds that they make, anymore than they understand the sounds that he makes. But when it comes to family, some things can be communicated no matter what.

I wrote this instead of sleeping because I had a bad day and I needed soft silly fluff. I almost didn't add the ending scene, but I wasn't sure if I got the point across well enough beforehand.

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He hears the Sound-That-They-Call-Him and raises his head to peer over the side of his territory.

(It is his territory and though it is small, it is warm and has water and sand and food a plenty. He lets his bale in as they please because they are his bale and he shares his territory with them. His territory is also inside their territory, in a larger space that he thinks used to be smaller. Or maybe he used to be bigger.)

Sister-Who-Is-Not-Turtle is sitting on the ground outside his territory, making sounds at him. He does not know most of the sounds she makes, but he looks at her anyway, because she is bale and the sight of her makes him happy and safe and warm. He rumbles low and content and ambles across the sand towards her, churring. She slides a paw in and starts scritching him under the chin with her dull claws. It feels nice, getting at the scales he has a hard time itching, and he closes his eyes with a pleased hum.

There are more sounds, this time from Fast-Red-Markings and Sister-Who-Is-Not-Turtle makes the noises too. They are communicating, he thinks, but he cannot understand them. That’s all right. He knows they are safety and warmth. He doesn’t need to understand their noises to know this.

Sister-Who-Is-Not-Turtle stops scratching his chin and he snaps his jaws with an irritated huff. She makes a light sound, bouncing and whirling like the bird shapes in the sky. He likes the sound.

Fast-Red-Markings holds out a flat shape with meat on it and he darts forward to snatch it before it can escape. It does not bleed hot and warm into his jaws, but it is tasty and filling. He chomps it down and churrs to show he is pleased and content. Fast-Red-Markings starts to withdraw from the territory, but he nips at Fast-Red-Markings’ paw and rubs his snout along the smooth scales, leaving his scent behind. Fast-Red-Markings is bale and must be marked as bale. No one will harm his bale.

A loud sound startles him and he scuttles towards the water, where he is faster, bristling with alarm. He knows he is strong and he knows his jaws can crush and bite and break and tear. But he feels so small now, smaller than he should be. There is, somewhere inside him, the idea of something being wrong.

But he does not have the words nor the sensibility to describe it.

Something just outside of his territory is making the sounds of injury. It sounds like Soft-Fast-Swimmer and he is instantly on alert. Something has harmed his bale? Soft-Fast-Swimmer is hurt?

He leaves the water and starts trying to climb over the edge of his territory, claws scrabbling on the smooth, curved edges. Fast-Red-Markings picks him up and carries him away from the territory and towards the sounds of lonely, lonely, frightened, lonely, pain, hurts, help, help, help.

Hard-To-Open-Shell is on the ground beside...it looks a little like Soft-Fast-Swimmer and smells mostly like Soft-Fast-Swimmer. But he can also smell One-Who-Bites-Strongest, which is him, he is One-Who-Bites-Strongest and he is the biggest.

He is supposed to be the biggest.

Soft-Fast-Swimmer is making the injured sounds and there is water on his beak. He is shaking and there is a red-blood-injured spot on Soft-Fast-Swimmer’s head. He snaps his jaws and growls a challenge at whatever has harmed Soft-Fast-Swimmer, wriggling in Fast-Red-Markings paws. He will fight! He will fight for his bale! He will defend! They need him! His—

The right sound elude him for a moment and he forgets, slipping and sliding against things that are too big for him to understand. He doesn’t know why they are there.

When things settle, Hard-To-Open-Shell is sitting with him, holding him in his lap and gently stroking his shell. He is pleased with the attention and churrs to let Hard-To-Open-Shell know that he is happy. Hard-To-Open-Shell makes the happy sound of bubbles under water and sunlight through the surface making pretty patterns.

Soft-Fast-Swimmer is quiet now and his head is held by Fast-Red-Markings. The red-blood-injured spot is covered in a shape and there is no more injury. Soft-Fast-Swimmer is making broken sounds, sometimes the ones that the rest of the bale make, and sometimes ones that he can understand. He clicks and chirps back sometimes, but Soft-Fast-Swimmer just closes his eyes and hides his face. Sister-Who-Is-Not-Turtle is rubbing Soft-Fast-Swimmer’s shell and…

...and it should not be shaped like that, he thinks. It is spiky and looks too hard. It is not the right colors. Something is wrong...something is...something…

He shakes his head, swinging it back and forth. The too big things that were trying to crowd inside him scatter.

Hard-To-Open-Shell taps on his shell and he rumbles, twisting his head around to look up. Hard-To-Open-Shell shows his teeth in a not-threat way and says something in the sounds he doesn’t know. He blinks and Hard-To-Open-Shell makes the sunlight and bubbles sound again. This time it does not sound like real sunlight and he wonders if that is a different sound, if it means something else. He cannot learn these sounds, it’s too hard, it hurts if he tries.

So he doesn’t try. Because he does not need to. His bale is here and he is safe and fed and warm with them.

Soft-Fast-Swimmer is making the frightened sounds. Soft-Fast-Swimmer makes those noises a lot at night, when he cannot get out of his territory because the walls are too slick and he cannot comfort and protect his bale.

But he’s not in his territory right now. So he squirms out of Hard-To-Open-Shell’s paws and crosses the short space between them. He snuffles at Soft-Fast-Swimmer, trying to find what has frightened his bale, and nuzzles against the big scaly arm in his way until Soft-Fast-Swimmer finally moves to look at him. He clicks and cocks his head—where is the threat? What has frightened you? I will keep you safe, I will protect you.

Soft-Fast-Swimmer doesn’t answer him. But he does gently scoop him into his big arms and hold him. He shifts to be more comfortable, warm and pleased that he can comfort his bale, and rubs his snout against Soft-Fast-Swimmer with gentle churrs and little grumbles of happiness. Soft-Fast-Swimmer tries to churr back but his sounds are weird and broken and don’t quite come out right.

That’s fine. He knows what was trying to be said.

He settles against Soft-Fast-Swimmer, tucking himself against their warmth. Fast-Red-Markings makes happy sounds and Soft-Fast-Swimmer makes a sound like a threat but has no threat in it. Fast-Red-Markings makes noises of light and splashes in the water and little things flitting about and falls against Soft-Fast-Swimmer, tucking against his side. Hard-To-Open-Shell climbs onto Soft-Fast-Swimmer and settles down with a not-threat teeth display, saying noises that sound like flower shapes and warmth. Sister-Who-Is-Not-Turtle leans on them too and he makes a very happy noise to have most of his bale with him. Soft-Fast-Swimmer echos the sound.

They rest and makes sounds at each other.

Mouthful-Of-Fur comes in later and makes noises at them. Mouthful-Of-Fur brings them food and makes sweet noises and drapes them in soft warmth. The sun dims and a bright light appears that moves and flashes with lots of sounds and colors. It is too much for him to look at so he closes his eyes and just is. He inhales the scents of his bale and knows he is safe and warm.

Soft-Fast-Swimmer says the Sound-That-They-Call-Him and he opens his eyes again. They look at each other. There is something that is almost there, he thinks, something that is like a fresh prey just out of reach. If he could just stretch his neck out farther, he could snap it up, and everything would be clear.

He tries to repeat the Sound-That-They-Call-Him.

All that comes out is grunting nonsense.

Soft-Fast-Swimmer curls his head in and gently knocks their heads together. He is so much smaller than Soft-Fast-Swimmer (he does not think he is supposed to be this small).

Protect, He says in his chirps and clicks and his own sounds, Safe. Bale. Protect.

He does not know the thing that is larger than happiness and brighter than warmth, he does not have the sounds for it. This thing that is so much bigger than he is, that feels tangled together like trapped weeds in the water, that is all of his bale all at once. It is them and him and everything that they are. He does not have a way to say this thing that is too big for all of them.

So he makes the noise he has for Soft-Fast-Swimmer, for Hard-To-Open-Shell, for Fast-Red-Markings, for Mouthful-Of-Fur, and for Sister-Who-Is-Not-Turtle. And then he makes the sound for himself. It is not the Sound-That-They-Call-Him, it is his own sound, the one he is. And then he huffs his territory noises, slightly aggressive but softer than they should be. And then he mewls, just once, just a little sound, soft and gentle and unusual.

Bale. He. Territory. Soft.

He doesn’t know if they will understand. He doesn’t think they will, just like he can’t understand their sounds.

But he says it all the same. Maybe, even if they cannot understand the meanings, they will be able to feel the intentions.

Bale. He. Territory. Soft.

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“He’s pretty talkative today, huh?” Mikey is all smiles, watching Raph more than he’s watching the movie. The snapper is nestled into Donnie’s arms, quite content to stay there and rumble happily at the warmth. Every so often, Raph’s been making the same series of sounds, over and over again, before he goes quiet once more.

“I wish I knew what he was saying,” Leo mumbles, leaning heavily against Donnie’s side. Donnie’s tail has wrapped all the way around and is draped over Leo’s lap. Leo is absently smoothing his palm over the scales in a repetitive motion, soothing both himself and his brother.

“Well those are the noises he makes for us, right?” April leans forward on the couch, crossing her arms and resting on Donnie’s head. He rumbles at her and she ignores him, “I dunno all of them, but I kind know the one he makes when he sees me…”

“Mm, he’s definitely saying all the stuff he has for us,” Mikey nods, “I dunno the one after that, but the next one is like the noise he makes for his terrarium! Don’t recognize the last one though…”

“It is a baby noise,” Splinter says from his chair, “You all used to make it when you were veeerryyy tiny—a little baby noise, oh! You were so cute! You would make that sound whenever you had something you really loved! You four would go crazy for watermelon and the lair would be full of your cute little mew mews for hours!”

“Oh…” Donnie whispers and everyone looks around at him. He sniffs, his eyes wet, and curls tighter around Raph’s little form, “I...th-think he’s teh—trying to say...I love you.”

The weight of this revelation slams into all of them with jackhammer force. Silence filled with the sounds of karate movie action sits heavily between them.

Mikey’s the first to break it by bursting into tears.

There isn’t a dry eye in the lair (Raph’s excluded) for several hours after that.

[otherkin-gaming]

Name: Garden Paws

Description: You've inherited your grandparents' house in the town of Florens. Grow crops and flowers, tame animals, run a shop, and help develop the town by adding new shops.

Genre Tags: Simulation, Farming, Sandbox

Platform: Windows, MacOS, Switch

Supported Kintypes: Anthropomorphic: Badger, Bear, Bird, Cat, Chipmunk, Dog, Dragon, Fox, Horse, Rabbit

Species available via skins for the above: Hedgehog (Badger), Koala (Bear), Panda (Bear), Parrot (Bird), Crow (Bird), Duck (Bird), Owl (Bird), Penguin (Bird), Leopard/Snow Leopard (Cat), Tiger/White Tiger (Cat), Dalmatian (Dog), Shiba Inu (Dog), Kitsune (Fox), Red Panda (Fox), Fennec Fox (Fox), Husky (Fox), Raccoon (Fox), Unicorn (with a horn accessory)

Humans available as free DLC

Age Rating: All Ages

Content Warnings: n/a

Other Info: Each species has a few skins to start with, and more are unlockable via gameplay OR via modding in custom skins. Decorative wings can also be crafted or purchased a little later on, as well as wing-shaped gliders.

[linuxgamenews]

7 Days to Die: Experience the Ultimate Zombie Survival RPG in Full

7 Days to Die 1.0 launches for the zombie survival sandbox RPG game on Linux, Steam Deck, Mac, and Windows PC. Thanks to the creative minds at The Fun Pimps. Available on both Steam and Humble Store with its 85% Very Positive reviews. With over 18 million copies sold prior to 1.0 over the last 10 years, 7 Days to Die has really set the bar for survival games. It’s packed with crafting and world-building like no other. In this tough post-apocalyptic world crawling with zombies. So you get a mix of first-person shooter, survival horror, tower defense, and role-playing elements all in one open-world game. In 7 Days to Die, you’ll fight, craft, loot, mine, explore, and also grow your character. Fans all over the world love it for its unique gameplay. This is the original zombie survival sandbox RPG. Navezgane, the main game world, is waiting for you! The Fun Pimps are eager to announce that the 1.0 release of 7 Days to Die is now out on Steam. So get ready to dive into the ultimate zombie survival sandbox RPG. Navezgane is calling your name.

Game Features:

Explore Wander through huge, unique environments with the freedom to play however you want. There are 5 different biomes and worlds up to 100 square kilometers in size for 7 Days to Die 1.0.

Craft Make and fix weapons, clothes, armor, tools, vehicles, and more with over 500 recipes. Find schematics due to unlock even more powerful items.

Build Design your fort with traps, electric power, auto turrets, automated doors, gadgets, and defensive spots to keep those zombies at bay. The world is also fully destructible and moldable.

Cooperate or Compete Team up to build settlements or go head-to-head by raiding other players’ bases. Since it’s your choice in this zombie and outlaw-filled wasteland.

Create Unleash your creativity with over 800 in-game items and more than 1,300 unique building blocks. Use the painting system for endless possibilities.

Improve Boost your skills with tons of perks under 5 main attributes. Read over 100 books to gain even more skills. 7 Days to Die 1.0 is the only true survival RPG.

7 Days to Die 1.0 is Out Now

Choose Play the campaign world or jump into a randomly generated world with cities, towns, lakes, mountains, and over 700 unique locations.

Combat Face nearly 60 unique zombie types, including special infected with unique behaviors and attacks. They get tougher as you go, while keeping the challenge fresh.

Survive Experience real hardcore survival mechanics with nearly 50 buffs, boosts, and ailments that can both help and challenge you in different ways.

Destroy Buildings and terrain can collapse if damaged or poorly built. Real structural stability adds another layer of strategy.

Loot Scavenge the world for the best weapons, tools, and armor. Doing so with 6 quality ranges, there are thousands of possible combinations. Customize your items with mods.

Quest Meet several Trader NPCs who buy and sell goods and offer quests for rewards. 7 Days to Die 1.0 also offers many unique quest types supported by over 700 locations.

Customize Create your own character and further customize them in-game with a huge selection of clothing and armor you can craft or loot.

Drive Enjoy the vehicle system while you find parts, learn recipes, craft, and customize your own bicycle, minibike, motorcycle, 4x4, or gyrocopter. Ride with friends for added fun.

Farm or Hunt Grow your own garden for sustainable resources or head into the wilderness to hunt over a dozen unique wild animals.

Get ready to experience 7 Days to Die like never before in 1.0. With its mix of combat, crafting, building, and survival, it’s the ultimate game for zombie apocalypse fans. So gather your friends, jump in, and see if you can survive in this unforgiving world. It's also available on both Steam and Humble Store for Linux, Steam Deck, Mac, as well as Windows PC. Priced at $44.99 USD / £37.99 / 43,99€.

[eldarsevenstar]

Y’all, I know it’s not TMNT related, but I finally finished building my kid’s play set. OMG. It’s done. Still have to anchor it, still have to put sealant on, but it’s BUILT. It even has bay windows.

[teaandinanity]

Currently contemplating how I'm going to plan out the house I intend to build for my mini-me in Project Zomboid.

I decided she's getting a lake cabin. As in literally built onto a lake, so I can have first floor windows for light without the constant worry that things will come in through them or (arguably more importantly) break the glass once I have them installed and then get blood all over the floor.

I THINK if I build airlock layers of wall outside it should be okay that I have one actual house entrance, since that will mean that if things have gotten in that far I will probably be Deeply Screwed anyway. I need curtain walls anyway for a loading bay/mechanical space where I won't be interrupted by things trying to eat me, and an animal space where potential migrating zombies will not distress my pets. And I wussed out of real horde sizes in settings so it's not like migration is likely to go 'SURPRISE! 50 zombies have come to throw you a housewarming party!'

The crops are probably going on the roof of the weird little cabin, because if I am forced to have a flat roof by the build system and I have to pick up dirt to make the road out to my chosen site not try to kill me by growing trees for me to run a car into, I really might as well use both said dirt and said flat roof. Rooftop garden and 'there will be a little porch for my generator that will hopefully be enough tiles away from shore that nothing will hear it ever' and 'this should ideally mostly be on the second story so I am not taking up potential fishing real estate' are most of the firm ideas I have at present.

[unidentifiedfuckingthing]

blender devs replaced their brains with soup

[truonguyennha]

WEEK 9: GAMING COMMUNITIES, SOCIAL GAMING AND LIVE STREAMING

The two points that stand out the most in this week’s reading set are the style of play “sandbox” game and game livestreaming. Thus, the discussion this week will focus on these two points. "The Sims 4" will be used as an example for "Sandbox" game, while "Twitch" will be used as an instance for game livestreaming.

SANDBOX GAMES

Definition

According to Hjorth et al. (2020, p. 35), sandbox is defined as a style of play that only has a few limitations for a game character; besides, players are able to have the authority to change the virtual world’s aspects.

Characteristics

“Sandbox” games are different from other game styles like “Open world”, which is a style of game that allows players to have freedom in exploring the environment, or “progression-style game”, which is a game style that requires task completion (Hjorth et al., 2020, pp. 35–36). It is because of these characteristics:

The first difference is players’ autonomy and ability. Hjorth et al. (2020, p. 36) claim that the environment in the “sandbox” games can be created, modified, and destroyed by the players (Hjorth et al., 2020, p. 36). Price (2014, p. 135) illustrates that the game content of The Sims, including the characters’ appearance, surrounding environment (such as: house, town, etc), and so forth, can be customized by players. For example, The Sims 4 allows players to design their Sims town by purchasing or “destroying” (selling) furniture or choosing the types of houses to build in their town (Figure 1). Having this ability, “sandbox” games’ players can explore their creativity (Hjorth et al., 2020, p. 35).

The second difference is the requirements for task completion. While completing tasks is a part of a play in “open world” or “progression-style” games, tasks do not need to be completed by players in “sandbox” games because tasks are not part of a play (Hjorth et al., 2020, p. 35). The Sims 4’s players do not need to complete the assigned tasks because the game does not have a goal (Price, 2014, p. 135).

GAME LIVESTREAMING

According to Tammy Lin et al. (2019, p. 11), game livestreaming can be understood as playing or performing a gameplay publicly to audiences spectating the live content; furthermore, there are interactions between game streamers and audiences as well as the existence of synchrony between audiences and game streamers. This second part of the discussion will focus on discussing those aspects of game livestreaming in more detail.

Playing and performing a gameplay publicly

Taylor (2018, p. 3) claims that gamers use streaming media, such as: Twitch, YouTube gaming, or Facebook gaming, to broadcast their gameplay. The statistics show that gamers can reach a number of viewers of up to thousands per livestreaming session (Taylor, 2018, p. 3). For example, game streamers on Twitch, a livestreaming media platform mainly concentrating on broadcasting and viewing content about video games (Johnson & Woodcock, 2018, p. 2), have received thousands of views (Figure 1).

Figure 1: Gamers livestream on Twitch and receive thousands of views

The interactions between game streamers and audiences

Thanks to the platform affordances, game streamers and audiences can interact directly with each other through a “synchronous” chat window (Taylor, 2018, p. 6). For Twitch, audiences can interact with streamers by chatting and sending messages to the streamers through the "stream chat" and those chats and messages will appear on the streamers' monitors (Figure 2). Through the interactions during the game, game streamers can share tips on how to play the game, show their playing skills, illustrate their unique and personal style of playing the game, and so forth (Tammy Lin et al., 2019, p. 12).

Taylor (2018, p. 9) indicates that some gamers dedicate their time to livestreaming their gameplay to convert the time they spend playing games into a real and professional job, which can generate income through advertising, donations, sponsorships, and other monetization forms. As a result, donations are another way that audiences can interact with game streamers (Figure 2).  

Figure 2: The interaction between game streamers and audiences through "stream chat" and "donations" (on the top right of the picture)

In conclusion, this week has provided an understanding of the new term "sandbox" game and deepened the knowledge about game livestreaming for the Tumblr's discussion owner. 

REFERENCES

Hjorth, L., Richardson, I., Davies, H., & Balmford, W. (2020). Exploring Minecraft Ethnographies of Play and Creativity. Palgrave Macmillan.

Johnson, M. R., & Woodcock, J. (2018). The impacts of live streaming and Twitch.tv on the video game industry. Media, Culture & Society, 41(5), 670–688. https://doi.org/10.1177/0163443718818363

Price, L. (2014). The Sims: A Retrospective A Participatory Culture 14 Years On. Journal of Cult Media, 7, 135–140.

Tammy Lin, J.-H., Bowman, N., Lin, S.-F., & Chen, Y.-S. (2019). Setting the digital stage: Defining game streaming as an entertainment experience. Entertainment Computing, 31, 1–40. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.entcom.2019.100309

Taylor, T. L. (2018). Watch Me Play: Twitch and the Rise of Game Live Streaming. Princeton University Press.

[redflagshipwriter]

Snitches the cat and his favorite bat

I wrote up dpxdc fics based off of prompts I happened to see in the last day to add to the reading pile for anyone who didn't prep for the archive down time today.

EDIT

The idea for Danny as a cat came from @shycorvid, thank you so much for correcting me and letting me play in your sandbox!

Snitches the cat comes from @garbagewith-a-cherryontop (I think??? I couldn't find a definite first post!) but the fantastic linked post is the one with how I think Snitches the cat looks here.

Word count is 1053.

Tumblr reference

masterpost for my AO3 downtime fics

“Ugh- that's not- did we just summon a demon cat?”

“It's so messed up looking. Ew.”

Danny blinked and swayed on his feet. He'd had a tail a minute ago, speeding across the GZ to check in on Walker. There had been an unpleasant lurch in his stomach. And now he was on his feet. All four of them.

Wait, what?

“You fucked this up.”

His ears twitched at the sound of a slap. Danny swiveled towards the sound and then got distracted by the feeling of his ears swiveling back. Whaaaaat?

He looked down at his precious little feeties. They were adorable paws.

“Oh, you motherfuckers,” he said. It came out as a conversational yowl.

The humans looked at him from about ten feet away and five feet up. “Annoying…”

He was pretty sure they were high schoolers. There were five of them, two girls and three boys. They were all bigger than him. High schoolers were usually bigger than he was, but this was just ridiculous.

“Count yourself lucky, dimwits,” one of the older kids said. He took a step towards Danny. Danny pressed his ears flat against his head and hissed at the approach. “If you managed to sacrifice Patches to a demon, your Mom would straight up murder you.” He laughed when he said it, like anything about that was remotely funny.

Uh- what now?

Only now, Danny noticed a very distressed calico cat underneath a laundry basket on the other side of the room. There was a stack of textbooks weighing the basket down. A large rug had been rolled up and- he sneezed rapidly, eyes watering. Chalk! They'd drawn on the floor with chalk!

‘This is some incompetent summoning,’ Danny realized, way too late. ‘Did they- how did they turn me into a cat?’ He looked at his unfortunate brethren under the laundry basket. Her ears were flat against her skull and she looked scared.

He remembered the word “sacrifice” and his blood flushed hit with fury. They'd wanted him to eat her! They'd wanted something to eat miss Patches!

The teenagers froze and looked at him, aghast at the angry sounds that were coming out of his throat.

“Shut up!” One hissed. She took off her shoe and threw it at him. Danny dodged and then threw his head back to yowl even louder. Sonic attack! Aural damage, you big jerks!

“The neighbors are going to- make it shut up!”

Danny had to run, dashing over furniture and tearing his way across a crowded table to avoid being grabbed. He screamed the whole time, eager to alert whoever they were so afraid of. Someone should see!

The window burst in.

Danny stopped running, shocked. He hadn't actually expected-

Someone snatched him up from behind and smacked him on the face with a palm. His jaw exploded with pain. It cut off his yowling.

Stunned. He was still for a moment and then he struggled for his life. The grip on his ribs was way too tight-

He looked over at the sound of a sword being pulled from a sheath. Holy shit, that was bomb as hell. His eyes went wide at the sight of a heavily armored small child crouched on the windowsill. The boy's eyes were covered, but Danny could still see him look at Danny and the poor calico under the laundry basket. He sneered.

“Unhand the cat or lose your hands at the wrist, you wretch.”

Danny loved him.

The teenager dropped him. Danny caught himself with a stumble. He let out a sad mraow before he could stop himself.

Fight club baby was enraged. “What have you done to this animal?” He hopped down into the room, revealing he was at least a foot shorter than the smallest girl in the room.

Danny trotted to him and started winding around his ankles admiringly. What a good kid! He purred.

“I will be taking both of your cats with me. If you ever harm an animal again, it will be your head that is found in a chalk-”

“Robin.” A hugeass grown man squeezed himself through the window that the kid had broken. Danny craned his head up, up, up, to see him case the joint.

The older man radiated incredible judgment. “I see that you require education on animal welfare and demonic summoning. Go on, Robin.”

“That's my Mom's cat!” One of the teenagers protested. “You can't take her!”

Robin growled at her. Danny jumped in his skin at the sound.

“Then we shall return it to your Mother and her alone, when we explain what you've done.” Danny let murder baby scoop him up and purred at full volume. Hell yeah. He looked at the cowering teenagers with condescension.

“Not that fugly thing.”

Danny blinked. He ended up making an inquisitive mraow. Why was a finger being pointed at him? He was baby.

“That thing showed up, you can get rid of it. But Patches is Mom's cat, and you can't steal a cat because-”

“Batman can steal any cat!” Robin bit out, gathered up Patches, and jumped out the window with both cats in an expert grip.

That didn't sound right, but Danny just enjoyed the night air as a line pulled Robin up to where yet another masked vigilante was waiting, cackling himself to tears.

“Batman can steal any cat,” he wheezed. “Brilliant. Good detour, Robin. Can I hold one?” He held out his blue-striped palms expectantly.

He faltered when he saw Danny, visibly surprised.

Danny… was starting to feel bad. He curled into Robin, hurt. He wasn't ugly. Why did people keep reacting to him weird?

“No,” Robin said curtly. “You have damaged his pride, and Patches is still reeling from her shock.”

The man let out a sigh but let the topic go. “That's Patches, and this is…?”

Robin hesitated. “He is the Snitch.”

That unlocked cooing. “Snitches? Snitchy Snitch Sni- ow!”

Danny snapped at the hand that came way too close and he let out a warning growl. No baby talk!

Robin seemed very pleased. He rubbed behind Danny's ears. “Snitch… I suppose that Snitches will suffice. We are taking him home.”

“....Maybe, just for fun, we should take him to get treated for mange first!” The guy made jazz hands to go with his statement.

Robin and Danny both growled that time.

[ms-demeanor]

If you're new to me yelling about this: my neighbors feed a feral cat colony but provide no other care to the colony like neuter/spay or vaccination. They free feed the cats, which attracts skunks, and they have (at the moment) about 20 cats in the colony, which attracts coyotes.

My dog has been skunked twice, she can't be outside in our yard unsupervised for even a minute because otherwise she'll try to eat cat shit because there's cat shit everywhere in my yard because the neighbors also haven't provided litterboxes or a sandbox for their ferals (their entire yard is paved) and if she has to go outside at night I need to clear the yard for coyotes before I let her out even in the small fenced area by our bedroom.

Also there are fleas fucking *everywhere* and even though my dog is on medication to prevent fleas I need to de-flea her twice a week in the summer; this is the case for every dog owner on the street.

The street I live on has a speed limit of 25mph but I hear cats getting hit frequently, so frequently that we have a resident group of crows who hang out and wait for them to become roadkill.

I have a collection of photos on my phone that show kittens with broken legs, kittens with missing eyes, kittens with horrible ear mite infections, and I have a dedicated shovel that I use for moving cat corpses that show up on my property. The cats that die on my property die from abscessed wounds from fights with other cats, respiratory infections, renal failure, and injuries from being hit by cars.

My spouse is immune compromised, and while toxoplasmosis is not a serious risk for most people, it IS a serious risk for people who are immune compromised (as are all the other infections that cats can potentially carry), which means that it's unsafe for me to grow vegetables in my yard for us to eat and it's unsafe for him to work in the yard.

I'd love to maybe open my windows at night and keep down the electricity costs of using the AC, but I can't because the entire side of my house that faces my neighbor's yard reeks of cat shit and piss year round.

Those are my next door neighbors.

Last week I was walking my dog as a neighbor around the corner was pulling out of her garage; she paused and rolled down her window and pointed at the cats on her lawn and said "Head's up, my cats are weirdly aggressive about small dogs and they just got let out so they're full of energy right now" and I nodded and crossed the street and didn't yell at my neighbor but *the temptation was there* because A) why are you letting your aggressive animals roam and B) Why are you letting your cats shit all over the neighborhood and C) Why are you exposing your owned cats to the risks of the large and territorial feral colony that is a literal stone's throw away from your house?

Anyway, and as always, Keep Your Fucking Cats Indoors.

[marks-bby]

⠀⠀⠀⠀THE VARIANTS FAVORITE S*X POSITIONS

missionary — he needs to see your face. it's like a gift to him. his favorite thing to do during the act is to bend down and take your lips onto his, absorbing your moans and whimpers of pure ecstasy. he needs to see the faces his own dick is making you feel. it's like an achievement to him. he needs to intertwine his hands with yours, makes him feel closer to you (minus the fact he's already in you)

— main!mark , no mask!mark, only googles!mark

doggy style — ass. ass. ass. he loves feeling your ass. he’ll press you down in doggy position, pressing against you. “fuckkkk….” he giggles your bottom before sliding right in you. he loves watching your ass ripple every time his skin makes contact with yours.

— mohawk!mark , caped mask!mark , full mask!mark (i imagine him using his full mask to hide his identity as he fucks you) , no goggles!mark

mating press — he needs you to give him an heir to his name. seeing you swollen in the stomach gave him a feeling of accomplishment. you were his wife, you had to give him a child under his name. having your legs on his shoulder, his arms are on either side of your head to prop himself up to slam into you. over, and over.

— vilturmite!mark , omniman!mark , sinister!mark , long hair!mark

cowgirl — he loves seeing you on top of him. your breasts jiggling as you sink yourself on him repeatedly. something about seeing his girl ontop of him makes him hornier than ever. he might even slip in a little “mommy” if you ride him right.

— main!mark !!

new bot !! mark grayson , keeping the mask on — “Come on, man. What’s wrong with you? Any girl would be excited to see Invincible at their window.” Mark talks himself out of chickening out as he flies in the sky. He’s been crushing on you since 5th grade. Maybe even from the sandbox too. You were so beautiful. How could he not fall for you? “Just act normal. Be friends. And don’t act like Mark.” He mutters to himself, sighing before knocking on your window.

[lxvsiick]

SINK INTO THE MEMORY | HAN TAESAN X READER

PAIRING: sunshine protector! han taesan x sunshine! fem! reader

SUMMARY: Taesan feels the need to protect his ball of sunshine, Y/n.

GENRE: sunshine and sunshine protector, imagine, fluff

WORDCOUNT: 3.9k

A/N: A Taesan fluff imagine because I keep giving him angst imagines . . . LOL! Inspired by another BOYNEXTDOOR Taesan self composed song -- SINK INTO THE MEMORY ,, man he's so talented it makes me cry

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

The sun hung low in the afternoon sky, casting golden light over the playground. The sound of children's laughter filled the air, but on the far side of the park, Y/n sat alone on the swing, kicking her legs to gain height, her tiny hands gripping the chains. At just six years old, she was already a little ball of energy, always smiling, always friendly. She hummed to herself as she swung higher, her eyes bright with the joy of a carefree afternoon.

Suddenly, a group of kids, a mix of her age and older, approached her with narrowed eyes. One of the older boys stepped forward and shoved her hard, knocking her off the swing. She landed with a soft thud in the sand, her hands stinging from the fall.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, her face scrunching up in confusion. "You didn’t have to push me! I was almost done, you could’ve waited your turn!"

The group of kids ignored her words, laughing as they claimed the swing for themselves. One of the older girls sneered at her. "Who cares? It’s ours now."

Y/n stood up, brushing the sand off her knees, and stomped her foot. "That’s not fair!"

The group started to move toward her, their tone shifting from playful to aggressive, and for the first time, she looked nervous.

That’s when he appeared.

Han Taesan, also six years old, had been watching from a distance. Though he was known as a "troublemaker" by his parents and the other adults around, he wasn’t bad—he just didn’t follow the rules like everyone wanted him to. Seeing the group ganging up on her, something stirred inside him. He walked up to them without hesitation, his little fists balled at his sides.

"Leave her alone," he said firmly, his voice steady despite his small size.

One of the boys from the group turned to him, sizing him up. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Taesan didn’t flinch. He pushed the boy hard enough to make him stumble back. "I said, leave her alone."

The group exchanged uncertain glances. They had heard about him—how he wasn’t afraid of getting into trouble. It was enough to make them think twice.

"Whatever," one of the kids muttered, turning away. "We were done here anyway."

As the group scattered, Y/n stood there, watching the whole thing in awe. She wiped at her cheeks, where a few frustrated tears had started to form. Instead of crying, though, she smiled brightly at her protector, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.

"Thank you!" she beamed, bouncing on her toes. "That was really brave of you."

He shrugged, kicking at the sand as if it wasn’t a big deal. "It’s nothing. They were being mean."

Y/n, still glowing with her usual sunshine-like energy, dug into her small backpack and pulled out a crinkly bag of snacks. "Want some?" she offered, holding the bag out to him.

Surprised, he blinked at her before slowly taking a piece. "Thanks," he mumbled.

And just like that, they sat down in the sandbox together, munching on snacks as if they had been friends forever. Y/n chatted away, her voice bubbling with excitement, while Taesan listened quietly, a small but genuine smile creeping onto his face. He hadn’t planned on making a friend that day, but now, with her by his side, it didn’t seem so bad.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the classroom windows, casting a warm glow over the desks. Taesan, now 17, sat at his desk, his headphones snug over his ears as music pulsed through them. He absentmindedly tapped his fingers on the table to the beat, his gaze wandering toward the door, half-lost in the melody.

That’s when he spotted her.

Y/n was passing by his classroom, a tall stack of books in her arms. She was struggling to balance them, her steps wobbly, barely able to see over the top of the pile. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she shuffled down the hallway, clearly in over her head.

With a small sigh, he pulled off his headphones and placed them on his desk. Without a second thought, he stood up, leaving his classroom and slipping out into the hallway. He didn’t need to think twice—he couldn’t just sit there and watch her struggle like that.

Catching up to her with quick strides, he reached out and grabbed the stack of books from her arms. The sudden movement made her jump in surprise, her bright eyes widening as she turned to face him.

"Oh!" she gasped, her voice soft. "You scared me!"

Taesan gave her a small smirk, adjusting the books in his arms with ease. "Why are you carrying all of this by yourself?" he asked, his tone low but laced with concern. "Isn’t the vice class representative supposed to help with stuff like this?"

Y/n blinked at him, her face flushing slightly. She offered him one of her signature bright smiles, the kind that always made it hard for anyone to be mad at her.

"I volunteered to do it," she said softly, her voice sweet but firm. "I didn’t want to bother anyone else. Junho was busy."

He glanced at her, eyebrow raised. He knew her better than that—she had a habit of not asking for help, always shouldering the burden on her own. He didn’t buy her explanation, not one bit. But instead of pressing her on it, he simply sighed and shifted the weight of the books in his arms.

Y/n noticed the look on his face, the way his brows knitted together in quiet disbelief. Letting out a small giggle, she nudged him gently with her elbow.

"It’s fine now," she said, her smile widening. "You’re here to help me, aren’t you?"

He stared at her for a moment, then let out a soft huff of amusement. "Yeah, yeah, I guess so."

Without another word, the two of them continued walking down the hallway together, her steps now light and carefree without the heavy stack of books. Taesan walked beside her, still holding the books, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. She was always like this—too kind, too independent. But he didn’t mind helping. Not when it came to her.

As they walked, the quiet warmth between them settled in, the kind of comfort that came from years of knowing each other, from the unspoken understanding they always seemed to share. Even without saying much, they were always in sync.

And despite the heavy books in his arms, Taesan couldn’t help but feel a little lighter as they made their way down the hallway together.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

The late afternoon sun cast a soft glow over the college campus, the sound of chatter and footsteps filling the air. Taesan walked on the side with his four friends, his headphones snug over his ears as they laughed and talked around him. Though their conversations flowed easily, he was in his own world, the beat of the music steady in his ears.

That’s when he saw her.

Y/n was across the quad, her expression tired and frantic, her fingers flying over her phone’s screen as if typing a million thoughts at once. Even from a distance, he could see the tension in her posture, the way her shoulders hunched forward as she moved quickly, almost nervously.

With a small frown, Taesan pulled off his headphones, letting them rest around his neck. He paused mid-step, eyes fixed on her, then glanced at his friends. "You guys go ahead," he said, his voice calm but distracted.

His friends exchanged glances, then shrugged and waved him off as they continued on their way. He didn’t waste another moment, cutting across the campus to catch up with her.

"Y/n!" he called out, raising his voice just enough to get her attention.

Y/n’s head jerked up at the sound of her name, her eyes wide and slightly panicked. As soon as she saw him, she quickly turned away, looking down and wiping at her face. But it was too late—he had already seen the glimmer of tears in her eyes.

His heart clenched.

"What’s wrong?" he asked softly, stepping closer to her.

"It’s nothing," she mumbled, her voice shaky, refusing to meet his gaze.

He let out a quiet sigh, knowing her well enough to understand when she wasn’t telling the full truth. Without a word, he gently took her hand, ignoring her weak protest as he led her toward a quiet bench tucked away from the busy part of campus. The area was mostly empty, the hum of campus life just a distant noise now.

They sat down, Y/n still clutching her phone tightly, her eyes darting around as if she didn’t want to face him. He watched her for a moment, her normally bright expression clouded with stress and sadness.

"So," he said softly, turning toward her, "are you going to tell me what’s really going on?"

She bit her lip, her fingers tightening around her phone, her brows furrowed as if trying to keep everything inside. For a moment, she didn’t say anything, her throat working as she held back the tears.

"Is it the group project?" he pressed gently, his voice quiet and careful.

Her silence was all the confirmation he needed. After a beat, she gave a small nod, not looking at him, her lips trembling. His eyes softened, and he felt a pang of sympathy. He knew she had been struggling with this project for a while, dealing with uncooperative group members and mounting stress.

"I’ll talk to them," he said, his tone firm. "They can’t just leave all the work to you."

"No!" she blurted out, her voice cracking. She shook her head quickly, finally meeting his gaze with watery eyes. "Don’t do that. It’s fine. I—I’m just a little stressed. I don’t want to bother anyone about it."

His jaw tightened. "It’s a group project. You shouldn’t be doing all the work by yourself."

Her frown deepened as she stared at him, her eyes pleading. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling with exhaustion. "Let me handle it. I can do it, really."

He looked at her, the determination mixed with vulnerability in her gaze, and felt his resolve weakening. He hated seeing her like this, but he knew better than to push her when she was already so overwhelmed. With a long, resigned sigh, he rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease just a little.

"Fine," he said quietly, his voice softer now. "But promise me you’ll ask for help if it gets too much. You can’t do everything by yourself."

She gave him a big, grateful smile, the weight of her exhaustion still heavy in her eyes, but at least the panic had ebbed away a little. "I will," she whispered, though they both knew she was too stubborn to ask.

He didn’t press further, instead reaching out to give her hand a comforting squeeze. As they sat there in silence, the weight of the world seemed to lift just a little from her shoulders, knowing that—at the very least—she wasn’t completely alone.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

The library was quiet, the soft hum of overhead lights barely noticeable against the silence. Taesan pushed open the door, scanning the tables until his eyes landed on a familiar figure—Y/n. She was sitting alone, her head resting on the table, arms tucked under her cheek as if she'd collapsed into sleep.

He hesitated for a moment, taking in the sight of her, clearly exhausted. Walking over, he set his bag down quietly and slid into the chair next to her. Her laptop was still open, the screen displaying a half-finished document.

Taesan glanced at her, making sure she was still asleep. He could see the strain she’d been under from the deep circles under her eyes. Without a second thought, he reached for the laptop. Scrolling through the document, he realized she had been struggling with her group project—yet again. He sighed quietly and began typing, finishing the section she had started.

Minutes passed as he worked, his fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard. When he finally finished, he saved the document, closed her laptop gently, and pushed it aside.

Turning his attention back to Y/n, he rested his head on his arm, facing her. He couldn’t help but stare at her sleeping face, the way her features softened in sleep. There was something calming about just watching her, knowing she was finally getting some rest after everything she’d been dealing with.

A few minutes later, Y/n stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Taesan quickly sat up, pretending to look busy as she groggily lifted her head.

She blinked a few times, surprised to see him there. “Oh, hey,” she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. “When did you get here?”

He smiled softly. “A few minutes ago,” he lied, avoiding her eyes.

She stretched and rubbed her eyes, yawning. “That’s weird. I must’ve knocked out.” She sat up straighter, looking a bit more awake now. “You won’t believe it though—my group members finally started helping me out. It’s like a miracle or something.”

There was a hint of suspicion in her voice as she turned to him, narrowing her eyes playfully. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

Taesan shifted in his seat, shrugging nonchalantly. “No idea what you’re talking about,” he said, avoiding her gaze as a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

She stared at him for a moment, as if trying to read his face, but then shrugged and leaned back in her seat, letting it go. “Well, whoever it was, I owe them. Seriously. I was ready to lose it.”

He didn’t say anything, just smiled to himself, secretly pleased that his interference had helped her in some way. He glanced at her again, and for a moment, everything felt right—like this quiet connection between them was enough.

The sound of a distant clock ticking was the only reminder that time was still passing, but for now, Taesan was content to sit here, next to her, in the quietness of the library.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

FLASHBACK

Taesan didn’t listen. Y/n had been stressing over her group project for days, but when she’d mentioned her group members still weren’t pulling their weight, he couldn't just sit back and do nothing. Even though she told him not to interfere, he decided to handle it his way.

Spotting one of her group members near the student lounge, he walked straight up to him without hesitation.

“Hey, you’re in Y/n’s group for the project, right?” Taesan asked, his tone firm.

The guy—Sunho—looked up from his phone, sizing him up. “Yeah, why?”

“Well, you should really start helping her out,” Taesan said bluntly, crossing his arms. “She’s doing all the work, and it’s not fair. She shouldn’t have to carry the whole project on her own.”

Sunho scoffed, putting his phone away. “And what if I don’t? What are you gonna do about it?”

Taesan’s expression hardened, taking a step closer. “I know you’ve already got a warning for not pulling your weight on other group projects. I’m sure the professor would love to hear how you’re treating this one.”

The guy’s smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing. He muttered something under his breath before grumbling, “Fine, whatever. I’ll help out.”

Satisfied, Taesan nodded and walked away, already looking for the next person in Y/n’s group.

It didn’t take long to spot Jihye chatting with her friends near the campus cafe. She was laughing, clearly not thinking about the project at all. Taesan hesitated for a second, but then pushed forward, determined.

“Hey, Jihye,” he called out, walking up to the group.

She turned around, surprised to see him. “Oh, hey. What’s up?”

“You’re in Y/n’s group for the project, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” she replied, her smile faltering as her friends looked at her curiously.

“You should stop being lazy and start actually helping her out instead of letting her do everything,” Taesan said flatly, ignoring the shocked looks from the others. “It’s a group project, not a solo one.”

The girl’s face flushed red with embarrassment as her friends stared at her. “I—I’ve been helping,” she stammered defensively, glancing at her friends for backup. “We’re just… working on it separately.”

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Taesan shot back. “I’ve seen how stressed she is, and it’s not because you’ve been helping.”

The tension hung in the air, and her friends shifted uncomfortably. Jihye clenched her jaw, clearly embarrassed to be called out like this in front of her friends.

“Fine,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “I’ll talk to her and help out more.”

“Good,” Taesan said, his tone still sharp. He gave her one last look before turning on his heel and walking away, satisfied that he had done what needed to be done.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

The sun was shining brightly on campus as Y/n walked alongside her two friends, their laughter ringing through the air. They were heading to their favorite café when she spotted Taesan across the quad, walking with his friends. Her heart did a little flip.

“Han Dongmin!” she called out, her voice bright and cheerful. The moment he turned to look at her, his face broke into a small, genuine smile, and he waved back, his friends chatting animatedly beside him.

Her friends exchanged knowing glances, smirking at each other. “Aww, look at you! You’re practically glowing!” Wonyoung teased, elbowing her playfully.

“Right? You’re like a total lovesick puppy,” Yoon chimed in, waggling her eyebrows. “So, do you guys have something going on?”

“Shut up!” Y/n blushed, shaking her head vigorously. “We’re just best friends! That’s all!”

They laughed, clearly enjoying her flustered reaction. “Best friends who smile at each other like that? Come on! There’s got to be more to it!”

She felt a mix of embarrassment and frustration as they continued to poke fun at her. “Seriously, it’s nothing! We’ve always been this way!” She insisted, trying to keep her voice steady.

The teasing continued for a few more moments before her friends finally let the topic go, shifting to a discussion about upcoming events on campus. But even as they talked, Y/n felt a weight in her chest.

She let out a sigh of relief, grateful they had moved on, but the idea of having feelings for her best friend lingered in her mind like an unwelcome guest. Memories flashed through her head: times when he had stepped in to protect her, standing up to bullies or helping her with her books when she was overwhelmed. The way he always seemed to sense when she was having a tough day, how he’d show up just when she needed him most, his presence a comforting shield.

“Are you even listening?” Yoon asked, pulling her back to the present.

“Uh, yeah! Totally!” Y/n replied, forcing a smile, but her mind kept wandering back to Taesan. What if there was something more? What if they could be more than just friends?

She shook her head slightly, trying to dispel the thoughts. “I mean, it’s just... he’s really important to me, that’s all,” She said quietly, more to herself than anyone else.

“Whatever you say, Sunshine!” Wonyoung teased, giving her a playful nudge.

As they continued their walk, Y/n couldn’t help but glance back at Taesan, who was now laughing with his friends, the sunlight catching in his hair. Her heart fluttered again, but this time, it felt different—more complicated.

Could she really navigate the transition from best friends to something deeper? The thought danced tantalizingly at the edge of her mind, leaving her both excited and anxious.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

The library buzzed softly with the murmurs of students studying and typing away on their keyboards. At a table strewn with open textbooks and loose papers, Y/n sat, her gaze distant as she stared blankly at her laptop screen. The rhythmic clatter of keys and occasional shuffling of pages filled the background, but she barely noticed.

Taesan approached with a light-hearted stride, his usual grin replaced by a more contemplative expression. He slid into the seat next to her, his eyes scanning the scattered books and her vacant stare. Curiosity piqued, he leaned in close and waved his hand in front of her face, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek.

“Hey, Earth to Y/n,” He teased, his voice gentle but laced with concern.

Startled, Y/n jolted upright, her cheeks flushing as she found herself inches from him. She quickly backed away, her heart racing as she tried to regain her composure.

“Oh, um, hi,” She stammered, avoiding his gaze. “I was just… thinking about stuff.”

“Stuff, huh?” He said, leaning back but keeping his gaze steady on her. “What’s on your mind?”

“It’s nothing,” She insisted, her blush deepening. She fidgeted with her pencil, trying to focus on anything but his intense eyes.

Taesan didn’t press further, respecting her reluctance to share. They sat in a companionable silence for a few moments, the tension between them building like static electricity in the air.

Finally, Y/n took a deep breath and turned to him, her eyes full of hesitance. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” He replied, his interest clearly piqued.

“How do you know if you… like someone?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Taesan looked at her thoughtfully, his own cheeks faintly pink. “Well,” He began slowly, “I guess it’s when you want to be around them all the time, you care about their happiness more than your own, and you just feel this urge to protect them. Like, you always want to see them smile.”

A long pause followed his words, Y/n absorbing the meaning behind his confession. His heart pounded in his chest as he met her gaze.

“I guess,” He continued, taking a deep breath, “that’s how I know I like you. I want to protect you and make you happy. I like you a lot, Y/n.”

Y/n’s eyes widened in shock, her entire face turning beet red. For a moment, she seemed to malfunction, her mouth opening and closing as if searching for the right words.

Seeing her reaction, Taesan couldn’t help but chuckle softly. He reached over, gently taking her hand in his. “You don’t have to answer now. I just wanted you to know how I feel so you don’t misunderstand. No pressure.”

Instead of letting go, Y/n grasped his hand tightly, her fingers trembling slightly. Her gaze dropped to the table, her thoughts racing.

“You know,” She began, her voice wavering but sincere, “earlier today, Yoon and Wonyoung were teasing me about us. It got me thinking. I don’t know what I feel yet, but I do know that I don’t want anyone else to protect me but you.”

Taesan’s heart soared at her words. A soft smile spread across his face as he squeezed her hand gently.

“Then, let’s figure it out together,” He said softly, his eyes shining with affection.

Y/n nodded, a shy smile appearing on her lips. They sat together, hands intertwined, the weight of unspoken feelings finally shared between them.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

A/N: and then they all DIE! 😈 JK YAY! a happy ending for Taesan! This is my apology for all the Taesan angst imagines/stories i have wrote and will be writing in the future ... 🙇🏻‍♀️ my fingers hurt from typing so much … but thanks for reading!

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[linuxgamenews]

Get a Taste of Goeland: The Creative Sandbox Style Game has a Demo

Goeland demo for the open world exploration sandbox-style game is out now on Linux and Windows PC. Thanks to Bryan Martinet and the team at Maarti Games for bringing their creative talents to life. Available to play now on Steam. Bryan Martinet, an indie game developer, is eager to announce the release of Goeland's free demo, available now on Linux. In this quirky, sandbox-style exploration title, you’ll step into the feathers of a sneaky seagull. One who’s also ready to stir up some trouble on a quiet island. Whether you’re swooping down to steal food, messing with humans, or helping stranded animals, the island is your playground. The demo gives players a first taste of the creative Goeland gameplay. The best part? It’s all about your choices. The more you explore and experiment, the unruly things can get. Plus, Bryan is counting on feedback from players to help shape the release as it develops. So, not only do you get to play, but you also get to have a hand in how the final version turns out.

Goeland - Demo Announcement Trailer

Here’s what you can expect:

Become the seagull: Take control of this mischievous bird and cause havoc in any way you see fit.

Open-ended gameplay: This isn’t about following a strict path. You get to exploration how you want to play in a fun, sandbox-style world.

Creative problem-solving: Use stealth, smarts, and creativity to solve puzzles and complete different tasks.

Manipulate the world: Interact with Goeland NPCs and objects in the demo to create chaos or help others in amusing ways.

Rescue cute animals: Help stranded animals find their way back to the ocean. It’s not all about mischief!

Charming visuals: The island is full of vibrant colors and a laid-back vibe that pulls you right in.

Relaxing yet chaotic: No time limits here! Play at your own pace, mess with the environment, and have fun with whatever happens.

Dynamic reactions: The world reacts to what you do, so expect some surprises as you go.

The island has several different areas for you to explore, each with its own set of challenges and secrets. And with a whimsical, upbeat soundtrack to back up this demo, Goeland is shaping up to be a lighthearted and creative experience. So, why not dive into the demo today and start creating some chaos? Whether you’re in it for the laughs, the puzzles, or just a chilled-out seagull adventure, the Goeland demo has something for everyone. Available on Steam for Linux as well as Windows PC.

[shotosjupiter]

JJK MEN AND K-DRAMA MOMENTS !

synopsis — those classic k-drama tropes and jjk men! featuring nanami, gojo, and choso! lemme know if you guys want a part two <3

genre/warning — gn! reader, gojo is a chaebol bc yeah (im watching my dear nemesis and he reminds me of the main lead sm), fluff!

𖤐 NANAMI — SAVING YOU FROM A FALL

NANAMI is walking with you on the sidewalk, the bustling street and road tuning out the sound of your footsteps. he’s in a three piece suit, freshly off of work and had decided to walk you back to your apartment as the two of you had clocked out at similar times.

it was in that moment when nanami had looked back only to see a biker speeding scarily on your side of the sidewalk. without thinking, nanami wrapped a hand around your waist and pulled you flush towards his chest, silencing the ramble you were going on with on your walk.

you had a hand on his chest, as he pulled you close and you felt the biker whizz past the two of you. nanami looks past you to see him heading off and scowled. he looked back at you as if ready to make a disapproving comment about it before he realized the proximity between you two.

his mouth runs dry as he takes you in and glances down at your lips. have your lips always looked this kissable?

his thoughts are running a mile a minute before you clear your throat and step back from him. you send him a sweet smile before nudging him with your elbow. “thank you for saving me, kento.”

he swallows and straightens his tie, trying to ignore the lingering touch of your body and his racing heart, “anytime.”

𖤐 GOJO — YOUR RICH CHAEBOL BOSS

GOJO sighs as he yearningly stares at you from the glass windows of his office. he’s the director of the company you work for while you’re the team lead for the finance team. he knows he’s probably getting side eyes from his assistant for not submitting his work yet but he can’t help it that you’re so beautiful you’re unintentionally stealing away his attention.

on occasion he’ll call you to his office where he’ll insist you give him a report on how your team is going regarding the new project proposal. gojo will nod his head to your words but really he’s just staring at you, trying to memorize every detail of your face.

it’s on one of these days where you’re giving him yet another report when he interrupts you by saying yout name before, “what do you think of me?”

“pardon?”

gojo leans forward in his seat, a grin plastered on his face. “do you want to go out with me?”

you splutter, not expecting this. you’re stammering for words, not knowing whether you should say yes or no, if you’re allowed to say yes, would it be against company rules?

gojo stares at you imploringly before he leans back in relief at your hesitant nod, yes. “good, i’ll see you after work then? we can go to the five star restaurant you were looking at.”

𖤐 CHOSO — YOUR LOVER WHOSE ACTUALLY YOUR CHILDHOOD FRIEND

CHOSO is holding so much love in his eyes as he gazes at you. the two of you are sat on your family couch, stacks and stacks of photo albums surrounding the two of you.

as you pry open a new album, you find the familiar photo. “look cho, it’s you!”

he leans in close to you, his buns brushing against your temple. there, in the photo, is the two of you grinning as the both of you swing on the playground swings. in another, the two of you are in a green backyard chasing one another with bubble wands.

when you were younger the two of you were neighbors, always at one another’s house and childhood playmates. but eventually, when you had to move, you were convinced you’d never see him again despite wanting to find him.

imagine the surprise you experience when the cute boy who asked for your number at the cafe being the very same choso you used to play in the sandbox with.

choso leaves a tender kiss on your cheek before resting his head on your shoulder. he laces your fingers together before saying, “i guess we were meant to be together from the start.”

© shotosjupiter. do not repost, translate, or copy my work.

[cloudywriting05]

dollhouse — coriolanus snow

“torture me to sleep, have your way with me.”

» part two of one of the girls, can be read after or alone.

word count: 2,965 words

warnings: borderline physical and verbal abuse [DDDE], blindfolding, p in v, hardcore smut, bdsm, rough sex, slapping, mdni

tags: @urfavnoirette < even helped with the plot ugh 🫶

“What? She fucked him?” The blonde boy asked.

“Trust me, I get it. It’s fucked up. I mean, Sejanus? And not me? We didn’t even believe him until we saw them talking, he definitely fell in that pussy, man.” Festus remarked as he stared at Coriolanus, the blonde boy gazing into the distance at nothing as he soaked in the information he was just told. "Before me too, it's fucking diabolical, dude."

It was true, you had sex with Sejanus. Coriolanus stood there, enraged. Were you, his girlfriend? No, you weren’t. Did he feel betrayed? Cheated? Yes, absolutely. The revelation had his chest tight, his temper soaring, his breath shaking. His girl touched a man, not just any man, the one he hated the most, Sejanus goddamn Plinth. The root of all his problems, self-doubts, and hatred. The boy with the perfect ending, a Capitol success story comes to life, a district boy who rose to the top with his family. Just the mention of his name had Coriolanus completely enraged. There’s nothing Coriolanus wanted more than to kill Sejanus, more than usual right now.

“Are you sure she did? I don’t care, just curious," he questioned, his attention now glued to Festus's lips, making sure he didn't mishear the information.

"Didn't you see them at assembly? They were totally giggling and touching each other, they're definitely fucking, man– plus, Sejanus said it himself, he's one lucky mother fucker, I'll tell you that."

Coriolanus tried calculating when and why you fucked Plinth, or what possessed you to. He knew of your friendship, but nothing else. He always despised when Sejanus would team up with you for projects, the idea of you two alone would kill him every time because he knew something like this would happen; and it did. He was right. Was it because he fucked Livia last weekend? What could possibly be the reason? He couldn't find a reason, but he found a very serious problem. In the blonde boy’s head, he could sleep with half the school, and you still weren't allowed to touch another guy. You were his when you played with toys in the sandbox in pre-k, and you are still to this day. It’s never been said explicitly, because to him it never had to be, he just expected you to know.

“That’s fucking disappointing, isn’t it?” Coriolanus remarked, anger brewed within him.

“I guess…? By the way, are you going to Arachne’s birthday tonight? Everyone is going and I don’t know what the fuck to wear. Exams are fucking me up, man.” Festus whined, rubbing his temples.

“Wear whatever, it’s not like it matters. See you tonight.” Coriolanus replied, walking away to his last period.

Coriolanus knocked on the front door of the overly large mansion, loud electronic music evading through the walls, red and pink lights flashing through the window, eliminating the grass in the front yard. He stood there for a moment until one of his peers opened the door, Clemensia.

“Coriolanus…” she cooed, throwing herself towards the boy into his arms.

He held her as her drink spilled down his side, rolling his eyes in disgust. “Get yourself together, are you alright?” 

“No, but you look good… I like your shirt,” she remarked, her finger tracing over the patterns as she leaned against him. She’s fucking insufferable, he thought to himself.

“Thanks, now get up, pretty.” He stated, lifting her onto her feet and turning her around.

With a firm grip on her shoulders, he guided Clemensia through the entrance of the house, closing the door behind him. The volume of chatter grew even louder, an interesting scene in the apparent living room where people were lounging around, kissing and hugging. Releasing his hold on Clemensia, she joined her peers in the room. The blonde boy proceeded down a lengthy hallway, exchanging brief smiles with classmates lining the walls, their conversations blending with the music. Reaching the end, he pushed through holographic streamers dangling from the ceiling and stepped into what resembled a second living room, where vibrant lights flashed, fruity alcohol lingered in the air, and the heat hit him stronger than expected.

He stood there, observing the people he’d been in class with a few hours earlier, now dancing relentlessly against each other under the pulsating music. The bright flashing lights washed over their bodies, while pairs, trios, and groups gathered around, indulging in drinks and cigarettes. Amidst the vibrant chaos, Festus caught his attention with an unfamiliar girl. Navigating through the crowd, Coriolanus reached the center, where he firmly grabbed Festus's shoulder, prompting a swift turn in response.

“Dude! You scared me! You’re here pretty late!” he yelled as he leaned in towards Coriolanus.

“Yeah! I know! Have you seen Sejanus?” Coriolanus yelled back, his body being pushed by people jumping and dancing around him. 

“Dude! Yeah! He’s on the dance floor with your girl, man! Look!” Festus’s arm extended and pointed towards you, lost in the music as you danced with Sejanus.

Coriolanus watched your body pressed against his as you winded your hips, Sejanus’s hands resting on both sides of you, pushing up against your back. He let out a sigh as you whispered something into Sejanus’s ear and led yourself out of the crowd. Coriolanus took the opportunity to pursue you, pushing through everyone. He followed you closely behind, watching your hands struggle as you turned the doorknob and entered the dark bedroom. Keeping his footsteps light he entered behind you, closing the door. He stood silently as you threw yourself onto the bed, letting out a loud groan as your chest hit the mattress.

“Nice dancing back there, whore.” Coriolanus remarked, sending you into a panic.

“Fuck! What the hell are you doing in here, you fucking psycho? How long were you standing there?” you shrieked as you glared at the boy in the corner, your heart pounding inside your chest as it rapidly raised up and down.

Coriolanus let out a dry laugh and sighed, “I knew you could be dirty; I just never knew you could be so fucking cheap, and easy.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Snow?”

“You fucked Sejanus— now give me one reason why I shouldn’t strangle you and shoot him,” Coriolanus spoke calmly, stepping towards you as you sat on the bed.

“Holy shit, you’re insane, Snow. Does it matter who I fuck? You slept with Liv on the weekend and my entire friend group over the summer, so kiss my ass.” you exclaimed, keeping your stance.

“You’re too pretty to be acting like this, doll. So, get some fucking self-respect and never go near him again.” Coriolanus suggested, his finger running down your cheek. 

You slapped his hand from your face as he stood in front of you, looking up at him. “But, why? You’re not my boyfriend, and contrary to your personal belief, you don’t fucking own me, Coriolanus.” 

“You said I did when I fucked you so good that you came back for seconds and thirds.”

“I hate to break it to you but, your personality is not as likable as your dick, Coryo. Now get the fuck out.”

“No, not until you apologize for having sex with the biggest bitch of Panem.” he protested, causing you to erupt into laughter. 

“Fuck, you really are crazy, Coriolanus... If you won’t get out, I will myself. Move.” you shot up from the bed, your chest grazing his as you pushed past him.

You stalked towards the door, Coriolanus grabbed your arm and pushed you, slamming your back into the wall. You cried out in pain. The boy stood an inch from you, his hands pinning yours against the wall. Your body was engulfed in complete fear, you were horrified.

“If you think for a second, I’m gonna let you go out and grind against that fucking bastard, you’re wrong. You’re staying here, I don’t care when the party ends,” he declared, his face centimeters from yours, your wild eyes staring at his.

“Coriolanus, let me the fuck go,” you spoke calmly.

“Why? Why are you acting like you don’t want this? I know you’re probably getting off to it because this is the type of shit your sick brain likes.” he sneered, adorning a vicious smirk.

You hated him. You hated him because you knew he was right. The heat between your legs, his breath against your neck, his grip on your hands. You wanted him so badly, and you hated that he knew it. “Why the fuck would I want you to touch me?”

He raised your hands above your head, keeping them first against the wall. He let his free hand travel down your side, his other hand clasping at your wrists, holding them in place. His hand wandered to your bare stomach, his fingers then wandering under your skirt. Drawing circles against your clothed pussy, the same pussy that was begging for his touch. “I can already fucking feel it, you’re wet. Such a whore, now tell me what you did with Sejanus.”

He spun you around, your chest slammed against the cold wall. His hands still clasping at your wrists which were now behind you, resting on the lower curve of your back. With the side of your cheek pressed against the wall, you breathed out. “I fucked Sejanus.”

“Say it again.”

“I fucked Sejanus Plinth and let him cum all over my face,” you admitted, your voice shaking. 

“Good girl for being honest for once, hm.” he sighed. 

He freed your hands, but they still found a way to stay put behind your back. The blonde boy raised his hand and landed it against your ass as hard as he possibly could, conjuring up all his strength to do it a second time. You shrieked in agony, as you bit your lip.

“You know, sluts like you should get worse, but I’m so fucking nice to you. So, fucking nice. You’re just so pretty it hurts to hurt you,” his hand traveled up to your chin, caressing it, then gripping it firmly, forcing your head to turn in his direction, “but your mouth, my love. Your fucking mouth gets you in trouble.”

“I’m sorry.” 

“I don’t care, doll. Give me the ribbon,” he tapped his finger against the ribbon around your left thigh, and you untied it, handing it to him shamelessly. “Get on your knees.”

You dropped to your knees, shuffling around to face Coriolanus. His pelvis hovered in front of your face; you peered up at him as he glared down at you. You could still make out his features by the bright lights flashing through the edge of the door frame. Your last look at the boy’s pretty face. He caressed your hair before tying the ribbon around your eyes firmly, and your breath hitched.

“Feel how hard I am, doll. Do what you do best, whore.” he remarked, grabbing your hand, and placing it against his achingly hard cock. 

Your hands scrambled to unzip it as fast as you could without your vision. The rush consumed you as you successfully unzipped his pants, sliding your hand inside his boxers, earning a groan from the blonde boy. You pulled his pants down slightly, completely freeing his hard cock. Your hands flailed in front of you until you found it, gripping it firmly. You let the tip of his cock into your salivating mouth. You spat on it mercilessly, stroking it with both your hands. You placed his top against the flat of your tongue, running it against it in circles. Coriolanus choked back moans, refusing to feed your ego. 

Your lips puckered around his tip, sucking on it, the pre cum now on your tongue. You began to take his dick into your throat, deeper with every head movement. You felt his cock slide in and out of your mouth, moving graciously against your tongue. Your hands moved to massage the base of his cock, alternating between his massaging his balls, and flowing the movement of your mouth. Coriolanus’s chest heaved as he moaned shamelessly, not caring about your ego anymore. 

His hand moved to grab a chunk of your hair, forcing his cock deeper into your throat as you mercilessly sucked his dick. Your head moved vivaciously as his cock thrusted in and out of your mouth. Coriolanus pulled his cock out of your frantically, not wanting to cum inside your mouth. He rested his tip against your open mouth. You sat there, tongue out and eager. He slapped the tip of his cock against your tongue a few times before stepping away. 

“Get up, pretty.” he purred, helping you off the floor and onto your feet. He began removing your clothes piece by piece, throwing them to the side without struggle, he’d done this before. 

You stood completely bare, blindfolded, solely relying on the same boy who swore he was going to kill you. Coriolanus led you towards your bed as you followed him blindly, silently instructing you to position yourself in the center of the bed, which you did without saying. He pried your legs open, revealing your glistening pussy. 

“Did Sejanus get you this wet?” he asked, you shook your head frantically in reply. “I know, darling, what a shame.”

He traced a finger towards your heat and then started running it through your folds, causing soft moans to escape from your lifts. His finger traveled up and down your wet folds, pressing against your clit with each movement. Coriolanus watched your body react as you arched your back towards him, he sat beside you, his hand between your legs, studying every bit of you. He moved two digits towards your entrance and pushed inside slightly, he watched your lips open to let out a staggered moan, your hair caught under the blindfold. His fingers went deeper within you a second time, causing you to gasp, and then the boy didn’t wait to pick up a rhythm.

His fingers slid in and out of you, your wet vagina aching, as its own lube, you began to moan out for the boy with your sight still completely covered. “Fuck, Snow.” 

“You like this, don’t you?” he asked, lowering his mouth to your nipple, lapping at it before you could answer.

His fingers still pumped in and out of you, “I do, you’re so good.” 

He raised himself to look at your face again, he figured you weren’t in the state he wanted you to be in. His pace began to pick up, but instead, he used the flat of his palm to rub and press on your slit. The friction catches you off guard. His palm slid up and against both your folds and clit, sliding back to push his fingers further into you. His pace sped up, your back arched itself so your hips raised towards his hand. He watched your facial expression change as he mercilessly fucked your pussy with his hand. “Wait, Coriolanus!”

“No, I won’t. Now shut up and take it like you took Plinth’s dick, whore.” he snapped, breathing against your neck as his hand fucked you. He tapped on your side and without saying you flipped over, knowing what he meant without him having to say a word.

He snatched the thick ribbon from your chest and slid it around your neck, the two ends of the ribbon in his grip as it pressed against your neck. Pushing his cock into you, he smiled. “Does that feel good?"

You nodded through your moans as his cock slid in and out of you. He yanked on the ribbon suddenly, thrusting your head back towards him. You struggled as he restricted you from breathing while he fucked you. You didn’t know how you could be so helpless with him, how you let him do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted but he got you regardless. Coriolanus’s cock thrusted into you mercilessly, watching your ass bouncing against him. The door creaked open causing the boy to snap his head.

Plinth stood in horror, not being able to register the scene in front of him. Sejanus stood with his mouth open, Coriolanus briefly stopped thrusting and glared back at him. A smile crept up on the blonde boy’s face as he picked his pace up again you moaned beneath him completely oblivious, Coriolanus still glaring at Sejanus who began to close the door. You smiled to yourself as his cock filled you with every movement, completely satisfied, in complete bliss.

“Plinth could never fuck you like I do, okay?” he remarked through his moans, his cock still plowing into you.

“I know, I’m, I’m so sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry. You’re just so good,” you cried out, his hand pulling on the ribbon this time forcing you to look back at him, “Do what you want to me, I’m gonna cum, please!”

He watched your body retract against his cock, shaking. You fell onto your chest, the boy continued to fuck you.

“You’re so pretty but so stupid,” he stated, his pace not slowing down, “don’t know how to keep your legs closed.” 

His free hand landed against your ass. “Now, you’re gonna sit here and swallow Daddy’s cum, okay?”

“Yes, I will, please.” He pulled his cock out of you as you turned around to face him, not hesitating to place his cock on the flat of your tongue.

You stroked it slowly, watching his eyes roll, “Fuck, you’re so eager for me,”

“Always.” you breathed against his cock, his cum spilling against your tongue, cheeks, and forehead. 

He fell onto his back, your eyebrows cocked upwards. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, Mrs Capitol, tell me,” he replied as you lowered yourself next to him.

“I never fucked Sejanus.”

[rowinablx]

Alright, let’s rip into this with the subtlety of a sledgehammer through a stained-glass window. Buddie shippers—you know who you are, the ones clutching your fanfics like sacred texts and screaming into the void of Tumblr and Twitter about how Eddie Diaz and Evan "Buck" Buckley are destined to be soulmates despite zero evidence in the actual show—your toxicity is a blight on the 9-1-1 fandom, and it’s high time someone called it out for the festering mess it is. You’ve turned what could’ve been a fun, speculative corner of the internet into a cesspool of entitlement, delusion, and outright hostility that makes wading through fandom discourse feel like trudging through a landfill after a rainstorm.

First off, let’s talk about your obsession with "subtext" that isn’t there. You cherry-pick every lingering glance, every moment of platonic camaraderie, and twist it into some grand romantic narrative that exists solely in your heads. Buck and Eddie are best friends—brothers-in-arms forged by trauma and trust—and you’ve warped that beautiful bond into something it’s never been scripted to be. You’re not "reading between the lines"; you’re scribbling your own fanon over a script that doesn’t support it, then throwing tantrums when the writers don’t cater to your fantasies. Newsflash: the show isn’t your personal sandbox. Tim Minear and the team don’t owe you a damn thing, least of all a romance that’s never been hinted at in canon beyond your fevered imaginations.

And oh, the toxicity—where do I even start? You’ve harassed actors, writers, and fellow fans with a venom that’s frankly unhinged. Oliver Stark says Buck’s bisexual awakening with Tommy Kinard was a story he was proud to tell? You flood his mentions with whining about how it "should’ve been Eddie." Ryan Guzman dares to play Eddie as a straight man with his own complex arc? You call him homophobic or claim he’s "queerbaiting" by—checks notes—existing as a character who doesn’t conform to your headcanon. You’ve turned the fandom into a battleground, doxxing people who ship other pairings, sending death threats over BuckTommy, and acting like anyone who disagrees with your Buddie gospel is some kind of fandom heretic. It’s not passion; it’s a tantrum dressed up as devotion.

Let’s not forget the mental gymnastics you perform to dismiss anything that contradicts your ship. Buck’s relationship with Tommy—canon, on-screen, confirmed—was a groundbreaking moment for a character who’d been floundering in dead-end romances with women. But instead of celebrating that representation, you sneered at it, called Tommy a "stepping stone," and insisted it was just a plot device to "delay" Buddie. You couldn’t handle that Buck’s queerness didn’t revolve around Eddie, so you trashed a perfectly good storyline out of spite. And when BuckTommy inevitably ended—because relationships in procedurals often do—you didn’t mourn it as a natural arc; you gloated like it was some cosmic victory for your cause. That’s not shipping; that’s a cult mentality.

The entitlement is suffocating. You act like 9-1-1 is a choose-your-own-adventure book where your votes dictate the outcome, and when it doesn’t bend to your will, you scream "queerbaiting" louder than a foghorn. Here’s a reality check: queerbaiting requires intent to mislead, and 9-1-1 has never dangled Buddie as a promise. You built that expectation yourselves, then blamed the show for not delivering. Meanwhile, actual queer rep—like Buck’s bisexuality or Hen and Karen’s marriage—gets overshadowed by your relentless whining. You’re not champions of representation; you’re gatekeepers of a fantasy that drowns out what’s real.

And the irony? You claim to love these characters, but you reduce them to props in your shipping war. Eddie’s struggles with grief, faith, and fatherhood? Irrelevant unless they serve Buddie. Buck’s journey of self-discovery and vulnerability? Only matters if it ends with Eddie’s arms around him. You don’t care about their growth as individuals; you just want your fanfic validated on-screen, consequences to the story be damned. It’s selfish, shallow, and sucks the joy out of a show that’s supposed to be about heroism, not your soap opera wet dreams.

So here’s the brutal truth, Buddie shippers: your toxicity has made you the fandom’s own emergency call—a disaster everyone else has to navigate around. You’ve taken a show about found family and turned it into a battleground for your unhinged obsession, alienating anyone who dares to enjoy 9-1-1 for what it actually is. Keep clutching your fanart and screaming into the echo chamber of your fandom, but don’t expect the rest of us to pretend it’s anything but noise. And while BuckTommy didn’t last long, at least it was canon—something your ship, for all its noise and bluster, will never be. Deal with it.