#and I don’t miss twitter at all tho I miss a handful of people from there

[behaemoth]

I’m just remembering the time I posted a thought and someone with a dedication to being condescending and smarter than everyone chose to misread it and told me to use my brain for a minute and then agreed with the point I was actually making

[skulla-rxcks]

ok hear me out.

Chan on his weekly live (ik it's no more channies room but anyways), as he comes to the end and gives STAY his famous "big hug", he hears Y/N enter his room, he's quick to end the live, but in all the hurry he pressed the wrong button, he didn't end the live, So now STAY can see him, but he doesn't know, mabye he can like- yk have s€x w Y/N while hes in camera? No need to but the idea just popped up in my head at school today so I just had to ask u (plz tag me if u do it tho)

WRONG BUTTON !

Paring: bang chan x fem reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut, channies room :(

Warnings: v*ginal, praise, Twitter goes insane, Chan accidentally doesn’t end stream 👀

Taglist: @f3lix00 @channiesgoodgirl @mal-lunar-28

Please dm me if you’d like to be added to the taglist ^^

For @foivestarrsketchez 🧡 !

A/n: I miss channies room man :’) (fuck Jyp, all my homies hate Jyp 😔✊) one of my friends just recently became a stay so they probs don’t know what it is. *sobs* i forgot how most of it ended too.. so I’m sorry about that, hopefully it’s okay tho !

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

“Annnd.. that’s it! Thank you STAYS for tuning into another episode of Channies room and I’ll see you all next time!” Chan says, looking over to the door and seeing me wanting to enter.

He brings two of his fingers up to his eye, making his signature peace sign before pressing what he thought was the end button.

“Chris..” I mumble out, moving towards him. “I know baby, come here.” He coos, pulling me onto his lap. “What do you need?” Chan asks me, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. “You..” I cry, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I need more of an explanation than that.” He chuckles, making me scoot back a bit so he can take his shirt off. “Dick.. I want your dick in me.” I beg.

“Good girl.” He smirks at me, unclipping my bra and watching it fall off my shoulders. “Fuck.. you’re so fucking hot..You gonna ride me?” Chan asks as he motions for me to get off his lap. I watch as he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. “Wait. Condom.” I pause. “Don’t worry, i have one here.” He answers, I get back on his thigh and roll the rubber over his already erect dick.

“mmgh..” I whine as he stretches me out, my eyes squinting with pleasure.

“Oh god baby.. you’re so fucking tight and warm.” His hands make their way up to my waist as he begins to rock his hips up to meet mine. “Channie..” I moan, rubbing my hands up and down his chest. “Mmm.. fuck!” I move my head down so our lips meet. I capture his lips and begin kissing him. Our lips moving together in a rhythm. While we’re making love to each other there’s a knock on the door. Ignoring it, we continue doing what we were doing. I start riding him faster, moaning into his mouth as we both take each other.

“Fucking hell your cunts so addicting..” Chan groans into the kiss, his hands gripping my hips and bringing me up and down faster on his cock. “Y-you feel so good in me..” I whimper, one of my hands moving from his chest to rub my twitching pussy.

Another knock is done on the door, making me pissed off that someone’s trying to interrupt us, Chan notices the change of emotion in me and decides to call out to the person knocking on the door. “Yes? I’m busy right now.” He sighs hoping the person will leave.

“You realise you’re still live right?” It’s Han, he sounds worried and annoyed.

“You’re fucking kidding me right?” Chan replies, his eyes widening as worry fills his brain. “Nope, it’s all over the internet, people are talking and recording clips of everything. I’ll just come in and end it properly for you.”

“Shit..”

Han opens the door, keeping his eyes on the floor, acting like he wasn’t aware of what we were doing. He presses the ‘end’ button, double checking that he actually pressed it before deleting the stream off the account.

Han leaves the room, taking Chans laptop and giving the two of us some privacy to finish; since we didn’t have any earlier.

“What if you get kicked out of the group because of me..?” I whine into his neck, feeling a tear flutter out of my eye. “I’ll figure something out, yeah?” Chan replies, thrusting upwards into me. “

If nothing can make you feel better, at least sex does..” he chuckles, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck.

. . .

A few hours past it’s a little bit later, I’m laying in bed with Chan, we decide to check what STAYS are saying on social media about everything that just happened earlier today. It’s more tame than I expected luckily. Not many clips are coming out which i’m happy about people realising we deserve privacy, however it of course is going to be a trending topic all over the place. The other comments people are saying are like ‘i wish I was her’ or ‘Chan’s even hotter than I thought’. Guess that’s what happens when you fuck a kpop idol, huh.

[three--rings]

Although honestly, besides just being amusing, all the people judging people for being fans of certain characters in the Alice in Borderland tag just seem like...they have missed the entire point of the show. 

I realize this is partly something that is much clearer in the manga, but it definitely part of the point that we are introduced to Niragi as a irredeemable villain and yet he survives and becomes...sometimes an uneasy ally, sometimes an antagonist, sometimes a foil for our main character.  That he questions his worldview multiple times.

And Aguni, who is introduced as a similar antagonist.  Don’t forget he supposedly intended to rape Usagi.  And he was responsible for the violence and bloodshed of the 10 of Hearts game. But the whole point of that game was that it was his guilt and his pain for the things he’s done that were driving him to essentially mass murder and suicide.

And yet the second half of the manga spends a lot of time redeeming him through his relationship (fatherly) to Akane and Doudou (rip for his nonappearance in the show). 

And Chishiya is a terrible person throughout in the manga but does eventually show growth. 

The story is VERY concerned with showing us why bad guys are the way they are with their backstories.  And that anyone in certain situations can and will do terrible things.  Even Arisu, in 7 of Hearts in the manga, intentionally takes the wolf and hides from the others because he’s scared.  He decides he should be the one to live.  He CHANGES HIS MIND, tho once he gets past the fear of death.  That’s how he is able to win Hearts games, because he wants to beat the game and save people more than he wants to live, ever since 7 of Hearts.

But the story is also telling us that while anyone can do bad things, anyone can stop doing bad things and come back from it and rejoin community and find love of whatever kind. 

Even Aguni.  Even Niragi. That’s WHY he survives.  That’s why there’s that moment when he says he’s rethinking his life.  It’s not because the narrative is trying to say he wasn’t really bad or actively really trying to redeem him.  But it’s trying to say it’s POSSIBLE.  And it’s valuable that he is still alive because people should have the chance to change. 

And yes I’m saying “in the manga” a lot.  I do (mostly) like the show, but it muddles some of this stuff with their characterization changes.  They made Arisu much “better” of a person with a lot less range, and Chishiya in particular is super softened. 

But seriously you should not be able to look at ANY character in this show and see that their hands are clean of blood.  They have ALL made selfish decisions that cost others their lives or they wouldn’t be alive.  Arisu and Usagi are the least stained, I suppose, but Usagi was very cold and self-focused when we meet her and I talked about Arisu already. 

So throwing out ice cold takes about how I can’t believe people like “X Character” after they did “y” is just...reducing a narrative about the nature of human capacity for evil and goodness and the importance of surviving in order to have a change to improve into...idk a Chick Tract or something. 

It’s so very indicative that someone is twitter poisoned when the only way they can conceive of interacting with fiction is as a stan or anti and as a moral statement about the viewer.

Anyway, read the manga people it’s so fucking good.  (I’m rereading it now, which is why I keep going...AND ANOTHER THING about the show.)

As Arisu says during 10 of Hearts:

[thotbugatti]

A Love Letter to Twitter

This is going to sound really stupid but I’m prepared for that. Are you? I have been on twitter in many forms since the beginning of 2014. That’s almost 9 years. Over that time, I have made countless connections, discovered unbelievable content creators and comedians; learned a lot about the world and myself. Because of twitter, I’ve been able to become the person I am now.

At the beginning of the pandemic, I, along with probably many other people, really struggled with my sense of gender identity as well as sexuality. I wasn’t going to school, wasn’t going to work; I was stuck in isolation with nothing but drowning thoughts of who and what I might be. At first, I thought I was non binary. That didn’t fit. Could I have been trans? Yes, actually, that’s exactly what it was. Suddenly, my world opened up even more. I was finding trans people on YouTube first, then I discovered an intricate community of other trans women on Twitter. Connecting my experiences with them and realizing more and more that many of the things they experienced were also things I experienced with or struggled with, that really did something for me. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so alone. All thanks to twitter.

On one hand, it might seem so silly to be upset about the loss of something so trivial as twitter, yet I am. Many others probably are as well but don’t want to admit that. I do. When you lose something that has been part of your life for so long, you’re bound to. If it does indeed die, I am going to miss it so much. I’m going to miss the people tho, not the platform itself. For all intents and purposes, twitter is a house of popsicle sticks held together by rubber bands and stick glue. I think had Elon Musk never even stuck his toes into purchasing twitter, we might have it for many years to come. But he did, and here we are. I’m going to miss the people. I love so dearly being able to connect with others from all over the world in a way that doesn’t feel so unbelievably one sided. With something like TikTok or Instagram, something that isn’t almost entirely text based, it feels as though you’re not interacting with a person. It feels more as if you’re interacting with the vision of a person. It’s worse with YouTube and TikTok, where there are, more than likely, billions of hours of videos that you end up just endlessly watching and scrolling past. Even with tumblr, while I am having fun with it, I feel it’s so hard to find exactly what I want to see, to find the people who I want to follow. I’m not sure how it is on the webpage, but the for you tab on this app just doesn’t seem to work. Things that were there last week still permeate at the very top. I want to be able to scroll, I want to be able to read what people are saying, I want to be able to find the most up to date news. I feel that that is a very uniquely twitter experience, and we’ll likely never see anything like it again. That’s very sad to me.

Transness is a very isolating and lonely experience. You might run across a trans person in real life, but it’s not a common thing. Even if you did, how likely are you to actually talk to them? Ultimately, you probably end up walking right past each other, maybe sharing a glance or a small smile, but nothing more. You’ll probably never see them again. This is my experience living in a very rural area. My high school had one trans person (not including myself because I didn’t know at the time). I often think about her, wondering how she managed to do it. If you live in a city like Chicago, New York, LA, San Francisco, wherever, you’ll come across more trans people to be sure. If you’re still in college, same situation. For many of us who aren’t in school anymore or live in the middle of nowhere, we aren’t very common. Twitter. Twitter opens up that world for many of us (or tumblr idk ymmv).

There’s part of me that still believes that twitter won’t die. Elon Musk will sell it off before he crashes and burns because, at the end of the day, he cares more about his money and his ego than he does anything else. There’s another part of me that is standing on the deck of the twitter ship, watching the iceberg grow ever closer. It’s sad, and it’s scary. Maybe it’ll be a good thing, but I can’t help but wonder what could come from the downfall. Maybe I’ll be able to actually get some work done. Maybe there will be less relative negativity in the world. Or maybe more anti trans and anti lgbt legislature will silently pass, with nothing around for people to bring light to the bigotry that blights this country.

So, Twitter if you do hit that iceberg, if you do sink, it’s been an honor. If it doesn’t however, I’m going to look like a big goober for spending over half an hour of my time writing a big long post about it while sitting on the floor at work. 🖤

[thevampirearchive]

Commentary on Interview With The Vampire - Episode 5 (Spoilers)

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Right of bad I am Screaming, sucking on blood while Daniel reads out loud, all that’s missing is Lestat to clap. Cuz what’s going on 😭

I’m obsessed!, she’s like a little serial killer. Did she keep trophies too or just the list? Cuz girl…. I bet she was tryna see sum 💀

Please not come and fight him… I mean yeah idk what y’all expected.

‘Look in the mirror’ damn Rashid, you bold, I like it.

Lmao Honey and pinapple? Like the girlies on Twitter? Good for him. It’s giving pussy tight pussy clean Pussy fresh🙏🏾

Bahahahahaha Rashid really said ‘you ain’t ever getting a nibble bitch” as he should. Daniel stay curious.

It’s giving slave auction on crack. Why are daniels taught so… wilding. Lmao he’s SO curious… same.

Hunger strike? She’s lestat’s spawn babes, shes probably out here eating everybody.

LMAO not the pigeons in her room! Someone pls stop this man before the rats start taking over now that their largest predators being used like this! This is harassment Louis you need to control yourself!

Imagine you haven’t been eaten for days and your dad suggests Ice cubes and one Barrie. Do you even love her Lou?😭 But one meal a night when her dad is not looking? That sounds like starvation too Uncle Les..

Lmao not the lid getting ripped off I- 💀 he didn’t have to literally tear her Princess coffin in two, now how will she sleep? Lift it each time? Sigh

Pls Louis listen to this man cuz yalls little girl is a vampire vampire, she probably on a corner gettibg her 3rd body in. As she should.

I’d actually thought Louis would be the diary reader type BUT, he has access to her thoughts so maybe it’s not as juicy. this feels slightly out of character for Lestat(he is mad so .. makes sense)

LMAOOOOO let us ignore the fact that this man is even reading a single sentence from a book that hasn’t been read outloud to him first, THE WAY I SCREAMED! IM LITERALLY YELLING! LESTAT LOOKS MORTIFIED! He thought he was bold and shit, now he looks like he’s gonna be sick.

No but seriously, will she forever be a virgin? Note to self: make sure to suggest having sex or at least NOT HAVING YOUR HYMEN BROKE CUZ WTF. Cuz that would be very upsetting to live with.

Ah there it is, Louis invading her privacy 🫶🏾 As I knew he would. Go on King, worry 🫡

‘I couldn’t hear you over the tugboat’ CLAUDIA PLEASE LMAOOOO SHES A VAMPIRE! ISNT HER HEARING SUPER?! Why does she play this much!

Lmaooo I cannot take her seriously she’s so adorable, too adorable to be a killer 😭 but here she is, killing.

I shouldn’t be laughing but did he have to lay in her coffin like that? They couldn’t hve him dramatically turn around in a chair?😭

Nobody’s up awake and concern besides you Louis, Lestat knew she was fed good, speak for yourself lil Pigeon muncher (derogatory)

Y’all worried about an incinerator, I’m worried about the investigation her lil spree will evoke. A WHOLE FAMILY AND CREW? Baby that’s too many people in one spot! Gotta make it look random! (I say as if she isn’t going thru major trauma and this is her way of coping… and she’s hungry…)

“I did, inked with ungreatfulness-‘ I AM SCREAMING! LESTAT PLS 💀

Imagine your dad and his lover, your uncle, going thru your intimate thoughts (idk why she’s keeping a record, but I guess that’s them human instincts) and now you’ve gotta hear their thoughts about it? I’d start fist fighting ngl. Cuz what?! Y’all heard about MY HYMEN?, Nah, I’m jumping out the window there’s no way.

LMAOOOOO she’s so fucking smug I love it,

Now Lestat take your hands off my niece before we start beefing Fr. I don’t like this one bit, even tho I did say she needs be tussled with (by someone her size hello? An age mate…)

Not her looking to Louis, sweetie you have a better chance asking GOD 💀 Louis seems to have gotten into a state of ‘watch and speak loudly, but not loud enough’ imma need you to put your foot in it, before this man puts weight on our girls neck >:/

I’m kinda mad he didn’t say sum frfr. like I thought you were the ‘better’ of the two, I guess y’all evil twins now (good.. but how this benefit her?)

I was ready to holler as she packed a scarf with things and bound it onto a stick💀 but no, we’re just telling our dads we hate them — she’s the original Angsty teen! Good on her.

Snapped the whole mirror, I felt that. Mariah could never.

The looks Lestat is giving to Louis 💀 he’s mad mad and he needs you to fix it or he will and y’all won’t like it if he attempts. I might but let’s see.

Not the bodies upon bodies— my god.

Again, when did they teach Lestat to read! He reads the paper??

56?! CLAUDIA BE FUCKING FR! Nobody’s that fucking hungry! Maybe she was tryna experimenter. FIFTY SIX? I need to sit down.

Not only has she taken the lives of 56 ppl, she’s taking bodie parts. This wouldn’t have happened if she had a black mother, I am so fucking serious. Where are her parents? Y’all thought she was just sat in her room writing and being angry? Be FUCKING FR? No parental overview or nun and now their shocked?.. Cuz what is going on in her little mind? She’s lucky I love her or I’d be throwing up screaming crying yelling. 56?! I mean she’ll have to kill more if she stays alive but damn ..

Is she tryna play a frankinstain? Who needs ONE boob? Exactly take the set at least 😭

I love when he freezes time :)

Not this man smelling up lestats expensive perfumes >:( who let this OP in?

Claudia did; ofc, why she laughing in the back pls someone 😭 she’s giving youngest sibling vibe, only child, my parents hate eachother so I get away with everything every, living her best/worst life

SO SHES DRUNK? 😭 WAIT? 💀

Thé deputy sees a drunk child and this a whole grown woman 😭 she’s like what? 19? 20 by now ? Still who gave her liquor? Baby is swaying

Louis not the shrug! Commit to it damn it! Why can’t he lie? You’ve been (and still is) a closeted gay man, PUT YOUR BACK INTO IT!

Not the tit in her draw… under one item of clothing. How many years have passed and they’ve taught her nothing?😭 I just know her room stank!

CLAUDIA! NoT A WHOLE CORPSE! YOUNG LADY WHAT IN THE NIGHTMARE HELL IS THIS !

Not the shushing of the dying man I- 🧍🏾‍♀️

She’s cleaver tho, but only when she wants to be.

Not the guy falling i- this episode is taking a toll on my body I need to pause and breath

Not them threatening to call CPS😭 and Louis was about to get him back but now he’s being reminded of how much they sentences the queers 💀 imagine? 5 years just cuz you gay? 🧍🏾‍♀️ And I bet that’s the minimum. Yeah let’s just smile and wave.

“You wanted her you fix her” okay firstly, can these two maybe not fight infront her like this? Clearly she’s going thru the worst of worst emotions to be hiding whole bodies in her room. At least she’s too busy being drunk. It’s not even her fault, she’s intoxicated byproxy and nobody thought to offer therapy. Like damn.

“We doing this together” at no point was this a joint venture babes idk who you tryna lie to! Why does Louis still thinks this is the result of a join decision?! Yeah he didn’t have a gun to Lestats head when he turned her but if he leaves Lestat would be destroyed (which is really on him, should have told your man’s no and dealt with it then. Now this toddler body grown woman giving your bone shaking headaches everyday of your waking existence) 😭

“Which one of y’all is gonna fuck me”

I’ve not gasped and fallen this silent since they took Carlisle’s head. I really felt like I was in that room listening to her very short list of appropriate not so appropriate sexual partners and never once did I think her GUARDIANS were in the roaster…

LESTAT WHY R YOU ANSWERING HER I AM GONNA LOOSE IT! I’m glad he set it streight tho, thanks but no thanks 💀

Thé second she said ‘why can’t I make one’ I just knew Lestat I started having war flashbacks… this why you share so your family don’t become like every aspect of your very sick and very traumatizing past 😭 no cuz imagine finding out your spawn has been doing what your maker was doing before finding you? I’d pass out and stay down. WHAT?

No let me not blame him, cuz he tried to warn yallz and look, she’s attempted so much, she’s lost it. Either y’all move somewhere secluded b get a handle on it or one of y’all need to die (I’m starting to see why Ann did what she did)

This is actually so upsetting, cuz 1. This isn’t how this shit work, you don’t just turn randoms but clearly she’s in a dark desperate place where she thinks she’ll be alone forever. Lestat turne louis with purpuse and clearly cuz he knows being turned when y’a don’t want or understand it is traumatizing, yOUR HERE CUZ LOUIS WAS GOING STURR CRAZY! Can we just go back to episode 3/4 and have Claudia be brough to the hospital, a few drops to save her life and the Louis can obsess over her till she dies a natural death? Like a normal vampire? Cuz this is doing a lot (hey at least it’s better then the books, no weird shit)

Idk I’m a little insulted ngl, but why are they shocked? Ofc she tried to make someone! Look at her! 😭she’s in the trenches!

Not him holding her whole chin and calling her a mistake, baby girl pls start SWINING, at this point there’s nothing to loose cuz Louis ain’t doing nothing but standing and yelling. can he do smt? Man’s last meal was probably a mosquito, 😭 there’s no hope!

No actually I’m so pissed! Why does he keep putting his hands on her like this :( who’s making these decisions?!

“To refuse me one love when you got two” 😞 right in my chest yall

Not her calling Louis a housewife I- let me not laugh cuz this a serious scene. Girl come on now let’s calm down it wasn’t even that FUCKIBG funny

But no… so Lestat is seeing someone…. MISS A… okay…. This is why he didn’t notice? Or why he ain’t say sum?

“I’ll kill her soon” thanks ? I guess 💀 and I know he meant well with that, but babes, look at where we are, the tension has tension 😭 why was that all he said? 💀

Is she really gonna try and find other vampires cuz last I recalled thé onces Lestat has run into we’re absolutely vile and unhinge demonic + his mom, so I don’t think the odds are with 😭 like how bad you gotta be for Lestat to call you vile? BAD!

Damn speak on it — see and this is why we don’t turn everybody! cuz not everybody is meant for this life. And this is especially why we don’t pick those who’ve yet to live a life, cuz regret will occure *stares at Bella swan* anyways, Lestat warned him and here we are, the pressure is getting worser.

“we” WHO IS WE? WE YOUR PEOPLE? WE THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA? OUI OUI FRENCH WE? Who is WE? —

Let me stop yelling cuz this is sad and all I have is anger,I fear

Lmaoooo not Daniels respond, I am so mad that was me (well not fully)

He thinks there’s a context where this will make it better? Louis blink twice! She took someone’s boob, ONE, the streets are gonna chew her up if they think this is remotely real💀

They about to make Lolita vampire gothic murder documentary, the serial killerstans x pedo’s will have a field day!!! PLS

I love how this is them now (no I don’t, this makes me very upset) I cannot believe he said Paris… he’s proud but in a fake ‘my country is better then the others’ way, ew never actually go back or he’d have panic attacks IN THE CARGO! WE DONT TALK ABOUT PARIS! NOT LIKE THAT!

And now they sleeping angry as they always do, sigh. Even tho some allegedly hated it.

LESTAT MISSED THE ROARING 20’s? Fake news. There’s no fucking way he missed it, sTOP LYING

I understand him but I also need him to learn and evolve. This is so… sad..

CLAUDIA! Idk who that man is (I will-still guess) but I need her to know better then to just share a meal with a strange vampire! You don’t know his moral baseline! Yes he helpe you but CAUSE HE FELT YOU!

Pls their house is a mess, Lestat must have really given up. He gives maximalism purposeful, this looks tragic… Hoarder ‘our daughter left us n now we have nothing’ energy.

Hey at least there’s no murder charges…

Louis leave your man alone, y’all have suffered enough — so much so everybody and they mama know y’all miserable in there

Copenhagen, aye love a shoutout! 😌

‘Naw’ why does she talk like that💀 how much time has passed? Where ARE WE? I’m getting irritated

“Strange, European” aren’t they all 😭

“You kill like a killer-“ what does this mean? You want him to change his name from Bruce to killer ? Be for real please. No but Fr she sees n sense that n you still here? Baby I don’t trust this one pls let’s go

Did he just give her a …. *stares at camera* … and I’m assuming he found her all cuz what, Louis be screaming her name everybody hears, I’d be AGGY!

See how everywhere she go, everybody got sum to say about how she’s a vampire ? Exactly girl come on now LEARN! Do better 😭

Oky let me stfu and defend my niece instead of this hostility, SOMEONE GET THIS MAN AWAY FROM HER!

*insert profanities and muttered screams*

Had to pause and just breath…man’s even broke her fucking legs so she— let’s take some more breaths.

No cuz be Fr, this was added why, no TW nothing just …. No cuz what the fuck is going on. Idk what’s worst, this insertion or that they didn’t think the heavy emotional shit wasn’t enough! THIS ISNT HOW THIS IS SUPPOSE TO HO!

Daniel…. Compose yourself.

And now I’m gasping again cuz Daniel bitch slapped Louis.. y’all need to give me a second so I can think 🧍🏾‍♀️ Too much is happening..

Okay continue i guess ;I say as if I’m not the one pressing play.

Aww Lestat :/

Why is she shocked ? Babes, YOU KNEW HE WAS DIFF WHEN UR MOM FLIPPED! You saw him break the door down? Never age! Never out WHNE the sun was out? I’d be shocked too just cuz it’s one thing to see it over and over on some rare occasions shit.

See, now I’m yelling. “Whomever you are” sigh, anyways chile, y’all got me heated and now I’m sat thru this, — can’t even be too mad cuz this is exactly what we knew would happen and Louis still ain’t get it does he ? This wAs never going to work…

His own grave… at least she invited him, but that’s the cut off? Damn. Not even a ‘we’re done’, but a ‘you’re dead to me’.

I love the idea of vampires staying in contact with their family line till it does out or smt but that won’t be the case here I see. Lestat was right, once again.

Is that miss ClaudiiiiiaAa :) hi baby, what r u doing here :) come back :/ pls 🥺

Okay now im like ehhh. Cuz 1. Lestat seems like the ‘throw yourself at his feet and beg for forgiveness tell him he was right and you’ll never defy you’ cuz clearly he has a deep need to protect and safe, cuz that be him, but also doenst understand that these people aren’t him and he’s in a loose loose situation. Like I truly feel that if he’d supported Louis (even tho he tried and still tries) they’d still have been here and gotten Claudia, but he should have refused to turn her, but again, anything for Louis — even if it means loosing his sanity, popping a forhead vain every 2-3 business days and being DISREPECTed/disobeyed. I’m just glad he’s used to chaos so this isn’t too far out of his baseline (it’s sad but yeah ;/)

And there it is … the first. Okay let’s get it all out y’all, everybody just go awf! Speak yalls peace! See she ain’t meant shit lmao she’s here to get her dad and GO!

😀 WAIT! … 😳

NO! Don’t tell him to read her mind! Argh! He knows cuz that was him, he KNOWS! CUZ THAT WAS HIM! ENOUGH! Argh! No no no no no STOP BEING CRUIL! WHO EVEN IS RHIS? WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOR?! LESTAT WOULD NEVER !

Had to stop, I feel sick ngl.

That doenst feel like smt he’d do… throw it in her face? And Claudia is tryna expose him to Louis as if Louis not just standing there, knowing, he knows how Lestat is and he always excused it — even the bad and the worst, but I fear he’ll do nothing! PLS DO SOMETHING! Istg this man feels defeated like Louis PLS!

I’m back and should have stayed my ass curious.

Now this a throw down but my god… is Lestat that much stronger or is Louis just not throwing these punches hard enough? Okay jokes aside, this is not giving lestat’s he’s not a ‘fight me’ and actually fights type of bitch, he’s a ‘yells in your face 2 coffins part, gets in your face twice till you hit him where it hurts and he falls to the ground like a rag doll forced into a trance of femme icing and remembering how far he’s come, not realizing you’ve left him with all his unresolved trauma’ type. ACTUALLY THROWING DOWN? He did that what, ONCE? But— yeah let me continue I guess

Bless Louis for trying to keep her out of this, he shouldn’t have to… no cuz wasn’t i yelling for him to do something? And now he’s getting his ass beaten? I should have stfu cuz I don’t want THAT to happen. :(

Okay. We’re dragging our man’s by the jaw… this could have been an iconic shot if it wasn't Lou … like it looks so… vicious. :/

Not the flying :/ we’re going backwards damn it (I say as if there’s any going back from that)

Whomever wrote this episode wanted PROBLEMS my god. WHAT AM I WATCHING

And he said it, let go, and he did, let go. But let me guess, Lestat gonna be back on some forgive me. Sigh, I thought they read the books wtf is this (that speech was good tho, just hate it was held this way… like this? While he’s so…. Literally hanging on by a thread. cuz phew.)

There’s literally no coming back, so is Lestat dying in the next Ep? cuz if they’re tryna wrap up and rush us then, congratulations, I’’m rushed thru. Feel like I was just forcefully thrusted into something.

And this was what? Claudia’s POV? With Louis’ inputs? When will Lestat speak? No cuz wtf is happening for us to get from A to Z? Even if Lestat speaks I don’t trust anybody! I need the neighbors pov. I wanna see all angles cuz clearly someoens lying and idc what anybody says if that’s what Claudia saw, that’s what she saw..

Last note, if this had been true to the rest of the plot/script so far, I feel like Louis and Claudia would have simply left and Lestat would have let them (been angry bitter and hated it) cuz the whole point of much of former episodes showed us that Lestat quote literally was never gonna hurt Louis intentionally. He gave him FREEDOME and if Louis wanted to leave and that’s as what he wanted, Lestat would have let him go. Not drop from the sky after beating the dog shit out of him. Who was that? Whomever is behind this episode, wtf is your damage bro?

Am I a Lestat apologist still? Yes, idk this Lestat right here, but the one I defend and apologize for ? Always, the girlies that get it, get it.

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People Are Hating On The New "Adult Happy Meal" At McDonald's, And After Trying It, I Respectfully Concur

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People Are Hating On The New "Adult Happy Meal" At McDonald's, And After Trying It, I Respectfully Concur

McDonald’s recently launched their adult happy meal, and alllll I’ve been seeing on my timeline are a bunch of memes about it.

Twitter: @brixncontre

Despite what the memes imply, the fast food chain’s new menu item doesn’t offer any sort of contraband, but does include a choice between a Big Mac or 10-piece chicken McNuggets, an order of medium fries, and a drink.

Oh, and a toy, of course. McDonald’s teamed up with the brand Cactus Plant Flea Market and made a squad of four-eyed collectible items. The special box for the adult happy meal was designed by them too.

.@McDonalds & Cactus Plant Flea Market are collaborating for their adult happy meal which includes redesigned nostalgic toys from the food chain.

06:47 PM – 29 Sep 2022

Twitter: @popcrave

A lot of people online seemed to be really excited about the toys.

Gonna drive my stupid car down to stupid McDonald’s to get myself a stupid adult happy meal because I’m obsessed with collecting dumb little things that give me the tiniest amount of serotonin

12:24 PM – 03 Oct 2022

Twitter: @artetak

Some people even said they were on the hunt to collect all four. I guess they are pretty cute.

I got the adult happy meal!!! Got the one I least wanted tho ): but either way this boi is a lot bigger than I thought he’d be. I know they look silly but I legit want all the toys.

08:58 PM – 03 Oct 2022

Twitter: @befishprod

However, there was a distinct number of people who criticized the meal and called it “overrated.”

unpopular opinion: the adult happy meal is overrated and overpriced, like i’ll just stick with my usual order

03:47 AM – 06 Oct 2022

Twitter: @jonathoncraw_

Seeing all the mixed reviews, I knew I had to try it for myself to get down to the bottom of this.

Twitter: @mcdonalds

I walked over to my nearest McDonald’s and got my hands on one. Here’s how it all went:

Personally, I’ve always been a chicken McNuggets girl, so I went with those. I was already starting to feel like a kid again.

I paid for everything and the order was placed. I looked around and saw at least six other people in the restaurant with their respective AHMs.

Were they amazing? No. Were they terrible? Also no.

After trying this, I’ve started to see more and more people lamenting about it being sold out in their location, and honestly, to them I’d say you aren’t missing out on much.

In shambles bc I’ve been to multiple McDonalds and they were all sold out of the Adult Happy Meal 💔 @McDonalds pls stop putting ads for it all over my Twitter if they won’t be available 😭

12:25 AM – 09 Oct 2022

Twitter: @pocketfulofdana

For $13, it’s not worth it. I guess the only reason someone would want to get this would be to collect the toys, but other than that, I don’t really see the appeal for this. Do yourself a favor and order the regular McNuggets or Big Mac for half the price.

Have you tried the adult happy meal? Let me know what you thought of it in the comments.

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Euphoria [8]

bad boy jungkook x librarian yn

Jungkook was used to getting what he wanted. He was handsome, disgustingly so, and he knew how to flirt his way in (and out of) danger. He lived for and with his brothers. He didn’t know anything but his found family. Still, happening upon you was one of the best decisions he ever made.

Now… How to make you realize that your life was missing him as much as his had been missing you.

(angst / yandere / smut / gore / fluff)

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author’s note: yn’s not going down without a fight tho, is she?

Chapter 8 ‘Mission’

When you wake up, you are stunned to realize that you had actually been able to fall asleep under the circumstances. Usually, you would have been too uncomfortable to truly relax, but here you were, slobbering all over their expensive-looking couch.

It wasn’t dark outside by any means but it was significantly later than you had expected it to be.

The sun was high in the sky hidden behind the film of heavy clouds, so you presume it to be around early afternoon. The world below you was alive and bustling, despite the gray and drab weather and, humorlessly, you realize that it seems to match your mood perfectly.

Your skin feels heavy from where it had been pressed heavily into the soft sofa and as you lift your head fully, you can sense that you aren’t alone. Pressing into the grooves of your skin, you slowly turn your head toward the source of the soft sound of turning pages.

It wasn’t Jungkook, thankfully.

Jimin glances over the head of his comic book and says, “Don’t mind me.”

Unconsciously, tension leaves your body.

Jimin, objectively, wasn’t any better than Jungkook to have around - both of them being your captors - but something about waking up to see Jungkook’s metaphorical wagging tail and puppy dog eyes would have set you off something fierce.

Your nerves are shot, trembling lightly where they fist the material pooling at your stomach, and you glare at the other man, annoyed by the nerve of his sunshine-like expression.

“I wasn’t going to,” you grumble, voice croaky and thick with sleep. You clear your throat and sit up, feeling the urge to relieve yourself. Begrudgingly, you ask, “Where’s the bathroom?”

Jimin looks up and asks, voice filled with sarcasm, “You aren’t going to try and climb out the window, right?”

You glare at him but he simply shrugs. Jimin explains, “I got put on YN-watch tonight, so I have to make sure you aren’t left alone. At all. Jungkook would kill me.”

You say, barely able to hide your pout, “This is insane, you know that right?”

Jimin nods in agreement. He explains, easily, “Sure. It’s also incredibly illegal. But that’s never stopped us before.”

You scoff, lip curling in annoyance, “Right. I shouldn’t expect decency from people like you.”

He laughs, loud and sudden, like the sound was shocked out of him. “Decency? Says the person who held a gun on me and threatened to cut my eyes out.”

“I wasn’t actually gonna do it,” you retort, dismissively. Jimin pins you with a look and you huff, “Okay. But, I didn’t do it. That’s the important part. Plus, you had assaulted me first. I was just protecting myself.”

Jimin gives you a dry look, not even the slight bit amused by your excuses. The pink-haired man gracefully moves to his feet, tossing the comic back onto the table with a couple others from the same series, and he says, shoving his hands into his pockets, “Come on. I made lunch. You can shower, get changed then eat.”

He leads you out of the library and through the ornately-decorated apartment, too quickly for you to be able to take note of much besides the fancy decor and messy living room. Jimin walks to a room and pushes open the door. The first thing you notice is an expensive-looking drum-set in the corner of the room, a pair of overhead earphones sat on the stool and a worn pair of drumsticks are on the computer desk.

Three of the four walls are dark, charcoal black wallpaper with a slightly raised design that you wanted to trail your fingers across. One main wall is ivory white, with a huge bed pushed into the corner, low with many soft white pillows piled at the head of the bed. The room is smaller than you expected but it seems designed that way, as if comfort and coziness was the aim instead of grand expressions of luxury.

You say, eyes sweeping around the area, “This is Jungkook’s room, isn’t it?”

You miss the bemused expressions that passes over Jimin’s face. He hums. “Yeah, it is.”

The floor is coated in dark gray carpet, soft but it feels reinforced under your feet. You suspect there’s a couple of layers of carpet to insulate the room. Two paintings are reclined against the white wall, and they don’t seem to be designer, but they could be hung in an art gallery somewhere. They fit the soft dark aesthetic of the room and you want to take a closer look but Jimin pushes open a door you hadn’t seen when you first entered.

“Jungkook won’t mind if you use anything of his,” he comments. He opens up a drawer and hands you a towel. It’s soft and it smells good, even when you hold it at a distance. One thing you have noticed about being in Jungkook’s space was that the freak was tidy - anally so. Contrary to the rest of the apartment that had dots of mess, clothes draped over furniture and dishes in the sink, showing it to be lived in, his personal space was pristine. You almost didn’t want to touch anything, in case you knocked it out of its perfect harmony with the rest of the room. “Wear something of his, a sweater or something.”

“I don’t want to,” you grumble. “Give me something of yours.”

He snorts. “You see this?” He points to his black eye. “I got this for just mentioning you. I refuse to lose a tooth because he sees you in something of mine instead of his.” Jimin lets out a small chuckle at the gentle shock on your face. “It’s that or you walk around naked.”

“I’m tempted to take you up on that but I’d rather die than give you the satisfaction of seeing my perfect tits in real time,” you snark. You roll your eyes but bring the towel closer to your chest. “Go.”

Jimin smirks but disappears out the way you both came.

With the sound of the door closing behind him, you feel the strong wall you had built up inside of you collapse for a moment before your frown deepens. You slump against the doorframe leading to the bathroom and close your eyes, holding the towel tight to your chest.

You have to figure out how to get out of here, and fast. You have to figure something out before Jungkook gets back.

Jimin is on edge around you. He won’t turn his back to you. He was probably told to keep you in his line of sight every second. It’s a fortune he left you alone to wash your ass, but perhaps the risk of actually seeing a pair of breasts had the pink-haired maniac running for the hills. He didn’t seem averse to women, but then again, you weren’t one to judge, having found yourself twisted in the sheets with every flavor of the human-rainbow - some of them, more than once.

You walk into the bathroom and struggle with the knob of the shower. It comes out powerfully, and takes mere seconds to warm up. It was enticing, the urge to wash the last couple of days off. You have to be careful of your hand, the burn tingles a little but it doesn’t hurt - not enough to take any medication, at least. You stare at yourself in the mirror, watching your reflection slowly becomes absorbed by the steam filling the room. You wipe a hand across the surface of the glass, so you can see your own face, before you hang your head in surrender.

You had come to a wretched conclusion during these few moments of blessed freedom.

For now, you would have to play their game.

And that meant doing as they wanted, no matter how frustrated it made you feel.

You shower, taking care of your wrapped wrist, and dress in a pair of boxers fresh out the packet and a huge sweater. You practically drowned in the material, having to roll the sleeves up three times before you could see your own hands. Jungkook had a huge collection of socks and you grabbed the funniest looking pair you could find - yellow and green spots with a cartoon frog stitched on either side. You looked stupid, but it was better than nothing. And his clothes smelled divine.

Once you are done, you toss the towel in the dirty basket in the corner of the room and open the door, walking out into the hallway. Only to trip over Jimin’s body sat distractedly in front of the door and fall straight to the floor in a crumpled heap in his lap. The two of you look at each other for a beat, strangely close, before he shoves you off, sending you rolling.

“Holy shit,” Jimin gasps. “You’re fucking heavy.”

He swats at the invisible dirt on his shoulders and straighten out his pants as he moves to his feet. “You sure took your time.”

You roll your eyes and get up by yourself. What a dick. “Whatever. You said you made lunch. I’m hungry.”

He stares at you for a long moment before he glances away. “Follow me.”

Jimin leads you into the living room and nods to the comfy looking couch. “Sit.”

“I’m not a dog,” you snap but do as you were told.

He snorts and yells from where he had disappeared into the kitchen, “Dogs follow commands much better than you do.”

You bite down on the urge to bark back at him. Instead, you pull your legs up to your chest and glare at the huge TV across from you. The screen was showing a preview for a new romance drama that you had heard about but you had no intention of watching.

Love stories rarely moved you in a positive way. Instead, they filled you with a strange cloying sensation, like being stuck in a hot, sweaty room with barely a sliver of wind. You search for the sweet relief that the wind should give you, but the feeling of overbearing heat persists. In fact, it only gets worse the more you move around. So, you try succumbing to the temperature, but that only makes you feel pathetic.

Looking or not looking at love in motion - either way, you felt suffocated.

Jimin returns and drops down beside you. He nudges your legs so you make space on your lap for the plate in his hands. He says, “I hope you don’t have any allergies.”

You roll your eyes. “It would be a little late if I did.”

He pauses for a moment before he laughs, a little meanly. “You’re right. Eat up.”

He had made dakgangjeong with a side of yellow rice. It smells fragrant and your stomach gurgles in hunger.

Jimin had already started chowing down but when he notices you hadn’t begun eating, he tosses you a scathing look. “What? It’s not fancy enough for you or something, Princess?”

You roll your eyes. “You gave me a plastic spoon.”

He scoffs. “Should I have given you a pair of chopsticks so you can jab the end into my eye and make a run for it? Not likely. Figure it out.”

You struggle a little with the food, getting the sweet-and-spicy chunks of boneless chicken and rice into your mouth, much to Jimin’s amusement. He lets out odd snorts when bits of meat misses your mouth and falls back into the bowl or into your lap, much to your annoyance. You jab him in his side with your elbow, only one time, sharp and purposeful, and he lets out a gasp of air.

“Fuck, YN,” he whines, rubbing at the sore spot. “What are you, made of metal?”

“Only 69%,” you retort, rolling your eyes. You ask, “Can we change the channel? All this love shit is giving me the creeps.”

Jimin looks your way before he nods. “I don’t like romance stuff either.”

“Why? You had no problem being all lovey-dovey with misery-guts earlier,” you retort. “I thought you’d eat this love crap up.”

“You mean Tae?” Jimin laughs, but the sound is strained. “Nah, that’s just… I don’t know, it’s just that we aren’t together-together.”

You rear your head back for a moment, running each incident of stomach-turning PDA you had witnessed in the very few interactions you had with both men, and you can’t stop yourself from asking, shock evident on your face, “What the fuck does that mean?”

Jimin shrugs, running his tongue across his teeth a few times, contemplative, before he explains, “What Tae and I are can’t really be explained with words. He’s my person, you know? My soulmate. I look at him and I see everything.”

“You love him… But you aren’t ‘together-together’?”

Jimin nods, as if it explained everything.

“Why?”

“Our lifestyle isn’t really conventional,” he explains, a touch shyly. It didn’t suit the other man, who you had only ever viewed as sarcastic and cocky. He seems… soft. “Kookie, Tae and I are… fated. Right now, Tae and I have to stay as we are.”

You take a moment. “Isn’t that painful?”

Jimin looks at you, eyes a fraction wider in surprise. “A bit.”

“You’re being frighteningly honest,” you mutter. “Just date him. What the fuck could go wrong?”

Jimin bites his bottom lip. “There’s a lot we have to do before Tae and I can take that step. We… We just can’t.”

He’s being intentionally vague but you don’t feel like it’s your place to pry. You have your secrets, secrets that you would prefer to take to your grave if given the chance, so you shut your mouth and turn your eyes to the screen, leaving the pink-haired man alone to his rapidly-darkening thoughts.

Some time later

Jimin actually doesn’t leave your side for the whole afternoon. He walks you to the bathroom, to the living room, to the kitchen when you want a glass of water. It feels like you had grown a tumor overnight. If tumors made stupid comments, read comics at a snail’s pace or listened to female rap music a touch too loudly in its headphones.

You don’t even try to escape. The few times you were able to walk past the front door, with Jimin’s grip tight on the inside of your elbow, you noticed the lock there. It was a touchpad lock that required a passcode to leave as well as one to enter. You presumed both were different, but even if they had been the same, you hadn’t gotten a look at the password when you first got brought here because of Jungkook’s looming presence and Taehyung’s unnecessarily broad back.

Moments of absolute frustration flash through you during the few hours you spend lonely but not alone.

You feel bouts of sickening anxiety standing in the long hallway, seeing echoes of memories in the portraits and photographs lining the walls. Happiness is etched onto the faces of your three captors, making the trio seem friendly, approachable - kind, even. But, Jimin poking his head over your shoulder and giving you the backstory of each picture is enough to remind you of your involuntary incarceration and you are brought right back to the realization that these men are capable of more than you can even comprehend.

Barbs of nausea spike through your chest whenever you see a bird pass in front of the high windows, free in a way that you had taken for granted. It brings to mind your history, the one that you have tried so valiantly to forget, to escape, to out-run. The clawed hands of the ghosts of your past reaching out from behind a ragged and beaten door, one that is barely holding onto its hinges. One day, those same hinges were doing to blow apart and crumble into dust before your very eyes. But for now, you can keep those memories at bay and that’s enough.

It has to be enough.

You try to escape to the bathroom whenever this would happen to throw up, closing the door behind you while Jimin waited in the bedroom, pretending to be ignorant of the sickly pallor of your skin and the shallowness of your breathing. The bile in your throat tasted too familiar, waves of sickness crashing over you until you are left shivering. Jimin gives you a cup of green tea after, wordlessly. You don’t want to think of the pity that passes through his eyes that you caught sight of the one time you looked him in the eye.

Jimin texted a lot too. You didn’t have to ask who he was talking to.

Jungkook.

He comes back just before it gets dark.

The sky is cloudy, it had started to rain, and you had made a home in the armchair in front of the window, acceptance finally having settled like a blanket around your shoulders. You hadn’t moved for about an hour, staring listlessly out of the window, watching the people go about their lives.

The sound of the passcode being tapped in followed simultaneously by the scratching of paws catches your attention and Jimin perks up from where he is laying on his back, watching the flame flicker enticingly from the mouth of the intricately-designed lighter in his hand. He seemed to be enthralled by the flame, almost as if he were consumed by it.

“Bam!”

He hops up and opens his arms, only to be attacked by a huge, black dog.

The dog excitedly hops around Jimin, sniffing him all over, tail wagging in happiness. Jimin scrunches the dog’s face, giving him kisses all over the crown of his head, and he giggles.

He looks up from where he is patting Bam’s huge head and he says, “You got him back?”

Taehyung kicks off his shoes and walks into the room, grabbing Bam’s collar and tugging him gently to the kitchen.

“He wanted to come home,” he replies, simply. He doesn’t even acknowledge your presence in the house, and while it didn’t piss you off because you wanted to talk to him, you still felt uncomfortable with the ease in which he dismisses you. It isn’t like you wanted to be here either!

Jungkook walks in behind Taehyung, quietly. He shoves his hands in his pockets, his mask still covering the bottom half of his face. He approaches you slowly, and your pulse increases with each step he takes. His eyes are a little wide, as if he were wrestling with a caged animal.

He drops to one of his knees in front of you and says, resting his mask on his chin, “YN… Did you have a good day?”

Jungkook gives you a small smile, gentle, and he reaches for your hand but at the last moment, thinks better of it, dropping his hand and letting it awkwardly rest in his lap.

You stare down at him. “What kind of a day do you think I had, genius?”

His hopeful expression shutters into something guarded. “S-Sorry. I just- I thought staying out would make you feel a bit more… relaxed. It might let you get used to... used to being here without... I don’t know, without feeling suffocated.”

“You thought wrong.”

He flinches. “YN…”

“If you thought you being away would’ve made me feel even an iota better, you would have never come back,” you snarl before shooting to your feet. “Jimin, I’m going to the bathroom.”

Jungkook grabs your wrist, loosely, and says, eyes watery, “YN, I’m trying-”

“Trying to what?” You snap. “Trying to piss me off?”

He sniffles, staring at the floor. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

You slap his hand away and stomp off toward the bedroom, feeling rather than seeing Jimin awkwardly trail behind you. Taehyung and Jimin share a long look, the younger of the two tossing a hard look in your direction that promised retribution of you kept up these brattish antics.

Taehyung got it - he really did.

But Jungkook was like a big kid, and you were breaking his soft heart.

Taehyung watches as Jungkook pulls a small bouquet from his backpack and feels his chest tighten up. He had hidden them there just in case Bam had gotten too excited in the car and crushed them with his tendency to jump on Jungkook’s chest.

The youngest wordlessly hands the pale pink flowers to Taehyung and walks into the kitchen. He swipes at his nose with his sleeve, pulling out a bottle of something clear from the refrigerator, and pops the cap.

“Kookie…”

“Stop, hyung,” he says, after taking a long gulp. His voice sounds like it has been cut with a thousands shards of glass. “It doesn’t matter. Give it to Jimin. You know he likes the color pink.”

Jungkook spends some time sitting on the balcony, right under the jutted out roof, trying like hell to ignore what he knew was going on inside. He contemplates every decision that lead him to the situation he has found himself in - maybe he shouldn’t have ever walked into the library in the first place. Maybe then he wouldn’t know how painful it was to watch your beautiful eyes fill with such a degree of disdain.

Once it started getting too cold, the rain soaking his hoodie and making him shiver, he comes inside. He pulls the hoodie off, tossing it into the corner, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he walks back to his room. YN is curled in the corner of the room, sleeping. You ignored the bed, choosing instead to wrap yourself up in his bedsheets and hide yourself away in the corner. Your hair is poking out from a small hole in the bundle of sheets and the steady rise and fall tells him that you are sleeping.

He showers quickly, leaving the door cracked slightly open because his anxiety wouldn’t let him leave you with an option to leave without him knowing.

Jungkook couldn’t even tell you how pretty you looked, you didn’t give him a chance.

He had run through the conversation a thousand times in the car with Taehyung. What to say to charm you, to compliment you on your smile and your eyes, how not to look at you for too long in case it made you uncomfortable, but somehow within seconds he had ruined it with his stupid mouth and lingering gaze.

A fresh wave of tears silently fall from his eyes, already puffy and sore from all the rubbing. He tries to stop himself from making noise by biting down on his bottom lip and shoving his knuckles into his mouth like he used to when he was a kid to keep the frustrated cries from escaping, but it doesn’t work.

He keeps crying.

And it comes from the core of him. The knowledge that he might never see the corners of your eyes crinkling in that same warm way he remembers from the library. He doesn’t care if it was a composition of all your best parts that you left on display, hiding the shadows of your personality behind a brick wall. He feels robbed of the experience of you.

He’s angry and frustrated and in pain, and it just doesn’t end.

Jungkook tries to ground himself in the moment. He traces his favorite tattoos, he counts to a hundred five times over just to keep himself from screaming and disturbing your slumber. He counts his breaths and snaps bands on his wrist so he doesn’t think about worse things like the molly he stashed in his drawer or the way it makes him feel.

Maybe if you woke up to find him near dead, it might make you feel something other than hatred for him.

The both of you lay on the floor that night, with Jungkook laying on his side in front of the bedroom door and you curled in a protective ball in the corner.

It wouldn’t be possible for you to leave without stepping over his body and he was a light sleeper, even without the anxiety coursing through his veins. Still, he doesn’t get a wink of rest that entire night, every time he thinks he can relax enough to actually drift off, his body jerks and he’s back to being hyper-alert again.

Jungkook counts his fingers, he taps out rhythms on his upper-thighs, he paces quietly, peeking at you every once in a while to make sure you were still breathing - some hideous part of him worrying that you might try to escape him in death.

He would follow you, you know. He knows he would.

He even brings Bam into the room so the dog can sleep on his legs, knowing that he has always found solace in Jungkook since he was a puppy.

He pats his dog’s head and hums out the bare bones of a song that is forming in his head, the melancholy and anguish that has built up in his spine finally easing as his fingers tap out a perfect rhythm on his toned thighs, wishing, instead, that he could be laying beside you, holding you tightly instead of simply watching you, obsessively, from across the room.

- end -

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tumblr etiquette 101

a list that is nowhere near exhaustive, from yours truly.

First off, welcome! Whether you’re a twitter veteran looking for anything but whatever twitter is, or a new user just done signing up, glad to see you in our ranks beloveds! Welcome home. Refer to this quick tour to make sure your fandom experience (or tumblr experience in general) is a positive one!

Disclaimer: I know it’s long, but please try to read or skim through til the end if you’re new here! This is by no means meant to be a rule book (for the most part lol), only a guide to help you get settled easier!

1) Your blog

This is where people will see and interact with you, so put some effort into it!

Try to choose a name (url) that’s simple. You can see it as your brand, it’s how people will perceive you and remember you. If you’d like to interact with other users here (and not use the site just for the content) it’s better to have something short and sweet, preferably without spaces. (Of course, these are only suggestions.) Rest assured, you can change it literally any time you want.

Have a theme. Utilize the tool that lets you edit your blog’s color or the font of your bio! You can make it match your profile picture, or your blog if it has a theme of its own. Make it feel homey :]

Fill in your bio. People will be checking out your profile probably more often than you think. Don’t leave it empty! Put in any information you’re comfortable with sharing and isn’t too personal (like your age if you’re a minor, or other TMI that can be found on other people’s carrds). It’s always better to add a name/nickname people can use to refer to you by, but feel free to use your blog description to shitpost still.

You can have an intro post. More often than not, you’ll see a blog have a pinned post, a post permanently appearing at the top of a blog until you pin another post or unpin it. You can make one of those, if you’d like to introduce yourself in more length, link any other socials or a carrd, and show others visiting your blog how you tag things so it’ll be easy for them to navigate. Not an obligation.

Keep your anonymity and your safety. It should go without saying, but there’s no harm in repeating it just in case. Your comfort, privacy and safety has the utmost importance. Don’t share any information you don’t want to. Don’t share your age if you’re a minor, or any other incredibly personal info. I’d encourage you to go by a nickname that’s not your real name, (blog name, your brand, remember?) since there’s safety in anonymity, and that’s lowkey one of the big deals of tumblr, but that’s up to you still.

Choose what you want to be visible. Your liked posts and who you follow are all things you can set to keep to yourself and hide from the publics eye, how handy! You should go through all the setting while you’re at it, set it to your comfort.

Side blogs are a thing. You can have multiple blogs that you can use for different things (see: different fandoms, art blog, etc) to keep them organized or away from your followers. Just remember that the replies and off-anon asks you send will be from your main blog, as well as where you follow other blogs from.

2) Interacting with others

You’ve set up your account, now comes the fun part!

Follow to your heart’s desire. If you care about others seeing who you follow, fear not! In tumblr, usually only two types of blogs keep their following visible to others: newbies, and big blogs using it to point people on other good blogs’ direction. Just turn it off, and go ham following people.

Customize your dashboard. Gonna mention just two things here: this is another reason why it’s really important that you follow blogs without sparing, your dash will collect dust otherwise; and you should turn off “best stuff first” in your dashboard settings, to have a better community here and all.

Follow tags. You can set it in your settings that posts with your followed tags appear on your dashboard.

You can check the og post for edits and context. When you see a reblogged post you don’t understand the context of (or don’t recognize the character in case of fanarts), click on the profile so it will take you to the original post. From there you can check the original poster’s tags to get the context, or see if there have been any edits made to the post, since when you edit a post it doesn’t update any past reblogs.

Send people asks... This is how you make mutuals, people! Do it off-anon if you’d like them to know your blog, or anon if you’d rather not! (You can still end your messages with a signature to show you’re the same person, -[name] is one example.) Send them nice messages, ask their opinion on something, discuss things, or just straight up shitpost lol. Go wild. The sky’s your limit and it’s definitely more than 280 characters.

...and let them ask you! You can set your preference in the settings, do it on desktop tumblr to access more settings tho! What you can customize on mobile is limited (like letting people ask you things anonymously, that’s only on desktop settings). In my personal opinion, it’s always better to tag their username (or a nickname you give them, if they’re a friend) on that post, since you wouldn’t want your interactions with your friends to get buried in your blog forever.

Comment on posts. If you have something to say but don’t want the post to appear on your blog you can add a comment. The owner of the post will get a notif for it, but for anyone else you need to tag them.

For the love of god, reblog. People will only see your liked posts if you have it visible to public and they specifically go on your blog to look at them. You like something? You reblog. It’s already hard for posts to circulate properly, if you don’t reblog them literally no one will see them. If not for anything do it for the artists. Just hold and drag on mobile to fast rb.

3) Your Posts

Finally here! Don’t be a lurker, post and engage!

Make use of “read more”. If your post is long, add it. That’s what you clicked on earlier to expand this post. On desktop leave an empty line and you’ll see three dots appear, and on mobile type :readmore: on that empty line.

Draft a post to come back to it later. Pretty self explanatory.

Queue your post. Whether it’s your own post or you’re reblogging, make use of the queue feature to a) not spam reblog and fill up the dashboard of people following you and b) keep your blog active while you’re gone. Mess around in the settings, it’s fairly easy to set up.

Schedule your post. Same as queueing, the only difference is you get to choose the exact time your post will go up. Handy if you want to schedule a post for certain dates like april fools, or 5 years in the future for some reason. 

Format your texts. You can do all kinds of fancy stuff here (that’s a link, try pressing on it). Twitter doesn’t have this, make use of it. Changes depending on whether you’re on mobile or desktop. (Desktop has less features.)

Check your stats. If you’re trying to understand the algorithm better or want to look at some pretty graphs you can get your data on that on desktop tumblr.

@ people in comments. You’ll get all the notifs when people comment on your posts but they won’t see your reply unless you tag them in your message.

4) Tags, and tagging a post

This is where my earlier statement “this isn’t a rule book” stops being applicable. It’s not a war crime to go against these, I won’t come chasing you (don’t take my word for this) but you’ll work up a bad rep. Just saying lol.

Do NOT crosstag posts. It’s really tempting to add unrelated tags to increase your posts’ interaction, I know, but that’s not what tumblr is about. Don’t be a dick and make other communities’ experience worse for them.

Always tag your posts with “crit/critical/discourse/etc” if it calls for it. There’s no exceptions to it. This is the reason you see people migrating to tumblr. Let people enjoy things.

Don’t main tag a critical/negative post. If your crit post is about “Thing”, you add the “Thing critical” tag, but not the “Thing” tag. People block crit tags if they don’t want to see it, don’t shove it in their faces by main tagging it. 

If you don’t want to see something, just block it. Another reason why people are able to survive on tumblr. You don’t start discourse, you don’t make call-outs, you block. You can find something for every community you can think of if you go looking for it. The worst of the worst probably won’t ever appear on your dash, but if you’re worried or feel the need for it, you know where the block button is.

Feel free to shitpost or ramble. More often than not you’ll see people rb a post with a comment, and their elaboration will be in the tags. The tags are only visible on your profile and the notifications of the owner of the og blog. Just a thing people do.

Reblog artists’ posts with nice comments in the tags! Commenting on a drawing is usually done through the tags (Not an obligation, again, just a thing people do. Feel free to add your comment on the rb itself if you’d want other people to see it tho!) and leave nice messages for the artists! It’s a win-win for everyone involved. 

If you have more than a single follower, always use the common tw warning tags. You don’t need to tw everything, but tw’ing some common things is the bare minimum human decency. Keep it safe for others. 

Tag a post “long post” if it’s really long. Pretty self explanatory. Don’t make people scroll through all that please lol. 

You can use them to organize your blog. This is more of a pro tip, if you’d like to not miss a post in your blog, cause they will start pilin’ up soon enough.

#Liveblogging is pretty fun. If you’d like to talk to people during streams, don’t forget to add the relevant tags still! Again, you won’t show up on people’s dash otherwise.

Whew! That got out of hand. Hopefully I didn’t bore you too much. Check out blogs like @heritageposts and @hellsite-hall-of-fame to honor our past o7. @mcytblr-hall-of-fame too maybe :eyes:. Anyways, don’t forget the most important rule of them all:

Enjoy your stay! You’re meant to have fun on here while also making friends (if that’s your thing). Just be kind and respectful of others, you’ll get the hang of the rest! <3

[elliesguitarstrings]

Just Friends

Masterlist

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Summary: You and Tom haven’t seen each other since filming Uncharted, and you decide to surprise him at his Jimmy Kimmel interview. Although you’ve always been “just friends,” you can’t help but think there’s something more.

A/N: Hey y’all sorry it’s been a few days since I last posted, I’ve just been super stressed with school and stuff, but I actually really like this fic and I hope you guys like it too!

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst if you squint

WC: 2.4k

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It’s been months since you and Tom last saw each other in person.

While filming Uncharted, the two of you had become extremely close, hanging out in each other’s trailers and spending all of your free time together. In such a short period, you had become best friends, but neither of you could deny the spark of something more. Unfortunately, the two of you never got to explore that spark because of the short time limit. After wrapping, you and Tom went your separate ways, him to Atlanta to film Spiderman 3, and you back to your hometown for a well-deserved break.

That doesn’t mean you two haven’t stayed in contact though. You and Tom have texted and facetimed almost every day since you parted ways, or as much as his busy filming schedule allows. Throughout this time, however, you never seemed to discuss the obvious love connection between you two. Without actually speaking about it, you both seemed to agree that that conversation would be better to have in person.

This bring us to today, where Tom is backstage at Jimmy Kimmel, anxiously waiting for his interview segment of the show. He picks up his phone and decides to text you before he goes on to settle his nerves, wishing you were here to comfort him in person.

T: Are you watching the show yet?

Y: yep I already have my tv turned to abc! are you going on soon?

T: Yeah, I’m so nervous though

Y: why? you’ve been on the show before and you’re like amazing at interviews

T: Idk, Jimmy just said “be ready for a surprise” and he looked really suspicious so I’m scared

T: I just hope they don’t bring like Jennifer Aniston out or something because I would totally freeze and make a fool out of myself

Y: lmao that would be kinda funny tho, but I’m sure you have nothing to worry about

T: Okay we’ll see haha

T: Gtg I’m on in 10, I’ll facetime you after I’m done!

Y: kk, good luck tommy :)

T: Ahh thank you!!

What Tom doesn’t know is that you are ten times more nervous than him. While he’s under the impression that you’re sitting on your living room couch watching the show, you are actually in the dressing room down the hall from him.

Last month, when Tom told you he was going to be on Jimmy Kimmel to promote Cherry, you had the idea to surprise him. You emailed Jimmy not expecting a response, but to your surprise, he actually emailed you back and loved your idea.

So, here you are, waiting backstage and shaking with anticipation to surprise Tom. To be completely honest, you’re even more nervous now that you know Tom is expecting some big star like Jennifer Aniston, who you know has always been his biggest celebrity crush. But nonetheless, you shake off the nerves as best as you can, just hoping everything goes well.

“Please welcome our first guest… Tom Holland everyone!” you hear Jimmy’s voice over the speaker in your dressing room.

Now that Tom is on stage, you can safely leave the room without him seeing you, and you head to the side stage, waiting for your cue.

Tom and Jimmy talk about Cherry for a few minutes, and you can’t help but admire him. His voice, his face, his outfit, everything about him is just perfect. And even better, he’s here in person, closer than he’s been to you in a long time. It takes every ounce of self-control in you to stop yourself from running onstage and hugging him now. ‘Only a minute longer,’ you tell yourself.

“So, other than Cherry, what other upcoming projects are you working on?” Jimmy inquires onstage.

Almost there…

“Well, as most of you know,” Tom addresses the audience, “I’m filming Spiderman 3 right now, which has been going brilliantly. It’s definitely going to be the best one of all the Spiderman movies I’ve done. And I just wrapped on a film called Uncharted a few months ago in Berlin, which was so much fun.”

“Ooh, Uncharted, tell us more about that!"

“Yeah, well it’s based on the video game, and I play the main character, Nathan Drake, who’s on a quest throughout the film. It’s a lot like Spiderman in a way, with all the stunts and stuff, and I think it’s going to turn out great, I can’t wait to see it finished.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun! And if I’m not mistaken, you seem to have met a certain Y/N Y/L/N while filming?”

“Oh, Y/N, yeah, she’s great,” he starts to gush, and you immediately smile, “we became friends super fast, and I miss her so much. I wish she could be here right now, but she’s watching from home actually, so hey Y/N!” he looks directly at the camera and waves, as if he’s waving to you through the screen.

That’s your cue. You tiptoe onstage behind Tom, trying your best to shush the immediate gasps from the audience.

“Well Tom,” Jimmy smiles, “I think your wish may have come true.”

“Huh?” Tom looks around, confused, until his eyes land on you, and he completely freezes.

“Hey Tom,” you smile.

“Y/N! Holy shit! You’re here, you’re actually here!” he exclaims, not caring that he just cursed on live TV.

Tom immediately springs off the couch and sprints to you, arms outstretched. As soon as he reaches you, he picks you up in a tight hug and spins you around, both of you laughing. He sets you down, but still keeps you in a tight embrace, not pulling away until neither of you can breathe. He steps backwards to take you in, still trying to fathom that you’re actually here, with him, after all this time.

“Y/N, wha-, how? I thought you were at your house!” Tom can barely form a sentence, smiling wider than ever and completely out of breath.

“Eh, my house was boring. I thought it would be more fun here with you,” you smile.

He pulls you in again, whispering, “I missed you so fucking much.”

“You have no idea,” you whisper back, resting your forehead on his.

The two of you lock eyes, and for a moment, it’s like you are the only two people in the world. You both start to lean in, lips almost touching, when Jimmy interjects.

“Alright, you two, while that was very sweet, we do still have the rest of the show to get through, so why don’t you come sit down,” Jimmy laughs, bringing you and Tom back to reality.

“Right, of course,” Tom responds, trying his best to keep cool in front of the audience.

Tom ushers you to the couch, keeping one hand on the small of your back as he follows you. He keeps his arm around you when you sit, staying as close to you as possible without raising any more suspicions from the audience.

“So, you two, huh?” Jimmy smirks.

“What? Oh, no, Jimmy, we- we’re just friends,” you laugh trying your best to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks.

“I don’t know, that seemed like a little more than just friend behavior to me over there,”

“What do you expect, I haven’t seen her in half a year!” Tom exclaims, saving you from more embarrassment.

“Okay, okay, fine. Just friends,” he turns to the camera and winks, earning laughs from the audience.

“Anyways Y/N, we already talked about Tom, so tell us about you! How was your experience filming Uncharted?” thankfully, Jimmy moves on.

“Well, up until this point I had only really done small indie films, so it was definitely a major change. But Tom was so nice in helping me and it actually turned out to be such an amazing experience, probably the most fun I’ve ever had filming a movie…”

You go on for a few more minutes, talking to Jimmy about your role in Uncharted and your career in general, exchanging small glances with Tom, who just sat back and listened, completely entranced by you.

“Alright, well thank you so much for coming Y/N, it was great to have you! I’m afraid I have to keep Tom for a few more minutes for our next segment, but you’ll have him all to yourself soon enough,” Jimmy smiles.

You laugh, “Thank you so much for having me Jimmy, it was such a pleasure!”

You stand up and hug both Jimmy and Tom, giving Tom a small peck on the cheek before you walk offstage, waving to the audience as you leave.

You smile all the way back to your dressing room, completely overjoyed that you were successful in surprising Tom. As soon as you sat down on the small couch, not even two minutes after you walked offstage, your phone starts blowing up with notifications.

You see that your best friend texted you, so you check that first.

BFF: so you and tom huh? girl why didn’t you tell me?????

Y: what no???

Y: we’re just friends!!

BFF: that’s not what literally all of twitter thinks

Y: wdym? they don’t know anything

BFF: go check rn, i’m telling you they’re going batshit crazy over you two

You check Twitter and immediately see the fans already going crazy over you and Tom.

“just friends”????? bullshit did y’all see the way they almost KISSED?????

TOM AND Y/N I SHIP I SHIP I SHIP

did y’all see the way tom looked at y/n? he’s totally in love omg

UGH I’M SO JEALOUS AKSDHJSAHDSHD I WANT TO BE Y/N SO BAD

they’re so cute help omg

THE WAY Y/N FLEW OUT TO CALIFORNIA JUST TO SURPRISE TOM??? JUST FRIENDS MY ASS

Were you really being that obvious? You quickly call your friend, looking for some advice on what to do, and she picks up right away.

“Okay you were right, they’re going absolutely insane,” you start.

“I mean what do you expect y’all almost kissed on live tv!”

“Shut up.”

“Come onnnnn Y/N, I know you like him and he obviously likes you too so just talk to him! You already know that you two would be the cutest fucking couple ever. Plus you already have the approval of twitter what more could you need?”

You laugh, but you’re still hesitant.

“I don’t know, what if he doesn’t like me back?

“HE. ALMOST. KISSED. YOU. ON. LIVE. FUCKING. TELEVISON. I THINK HE LIKES YOU BACK BITCH!”

“Okay first of all we didn’t almost kiss, and second of all I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Plus how would I even tell him?”

“Okay YES YOU DID ALMOST KISS! And this isn’t middle school! Just tell him how you feel.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Think about what?”

You whip around and see Tom standing at your dressing room door.

“Fuck I gotta call you back,” you whisper, quickly hanging up the phone.

You turn back to Tom, still standing in the doorway.

“How much of that did you hear?” you ask, blushing profusely.

“Um, all of it I think,” Tom looks down and you immediately start to freak out.

Tom, however, looks back up at you and smirks.

“So you like me huh?”

You stay silent for a moment, a billion thoughts running through your head. You contemplate denying it and staying just friends with Tom. But then you think back to what your best friend told you just a second ago.

“Just tell him how you feel.”

“Yeah Tom. I like you. And not as a friend. This isn’t really the way I intended on telling you, and I get if you don’t feel the same way, but the way I feel about you isn’t just platonic. There’s a connection between us that I felt since the day we met and I can’t help but think that you feel it too. And then today it just got, like, ten times stronger and I-“

Tom promptly cuts you off by cupping your jaw and placing his lips on yours, sending a rush throughout your entire body. His lips feel like heaven, moving ever so gently against yours, and again, it feels like you two are the only people on Earth. The kiss is warm and loving, and although it doesn’t last long, the moment has already been engraved in your mind for eternity.

He pulls back, looking into your eyes, making sure he hasn’t made a mistake, but you only stare back at him ten times more lovingly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” he whispers.

“Me too,” you whisper back.

He takes your hands in his, “Y/N, I do feel that connection, and I want us to be more than just friends. I always have.”

As much as you are relieved that Tom feels the same way, you can’t help but worry.

“What about the distance? Are you sure we can handle that?”

“Of course we can,” Tom assures you, “I don’t care how far away we are from each other, I love you, and I’m never letting any amount of distance take that away.”

“But these past few months have been so hard without you, and we haven’t even been dating, I just- I don’t want to be apart from you anymore.”

“Then move in with me. Come to London and live with me!”

“Okay,” you grin.

“Wait, really?” Tom questions, taken aback.

“Yeah, why not? I mean, obviously we won’t be able to be together all the time because of our jobs, but it’ll be the closest thing.”

“Are you sure? That’s a big commitment to move that far.”

“I’m positive Tom. You’re my best friend, and now, I guess you’re my boyfriend,” you giggle, “I love you too, and I want to be with you, even if that means moving thousands of miles to London.”

Tom smiles, “You called me your boyfriend.”

“Shut up you dork, come here.”

You pull him in for another kiss, still feeling like you’re floating. Your lips once again move perfectly together, as if they’re made for each other. You’re completely consumed in him, and him in you, and in this moment, you know that he is the only one for you. In this moment, you know that you want to spend the rest of your life with him, and only him, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

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[felassan]

Some DA trivia and dev commentary from Twitter

There’s a lot of different tweets, so I’m just pasting and linking to the source rather than screencapping them all or making several different posts or something. Post under cut for length.

User: Was dragon age 2 your favourite in the franchise?

David Gaider: DA2 was the project where my writing team was firing on all cylinders, and they wrote like the wind- because they had to! Second draft? Pfft. Plot reviews? Pfft. I was so proud of what we all accomplished in such a brief time. I didn't think it was possible. [source] DA2 is, however, also where the goal posts kept moving. Things kept getting cut, even while we worked. I had to write that dialogue where Orsino turned even if you sided with him, because his boss battle had been cut and there was no time to fix the plot. A real WTF moment. >:( [source]

Mike Rousseau: I remember bugging that! And then being told it wasn't a bug, and being so confused. Doing QA for DA2 was an experience. Trial by fire. [source]

DG: So I think it's safe to say DA2 is my favorite entry in the DA franchise and also the sort of thing I never want to live through ever again. Mixed feelings galore. [source]

User: (I personally blame whoever it was for ruining most romance arcs in other games for me; they don't live up to Fenris's romance storyline)

DG: I wrote Fenris, so uh - me, I guess? Or maybe his cinematic designer, who put in the puppy dog eyes. [source]

User: If DA2 had just been an expansion, do you think it would have been better received? There was a lot of great stuff in there, and I think my initial dislike of it was because of the zone reuse. If it hadn't needed to be a full game, would that issue not have arisen?

DG: Hard to say. It was either going to be an over-scoped expansion or an under-scoped sequel. If it had stayed an expansion, it might never have received the resources/push it DID get. [source]

User: I'd love to visit the universe where you had an extra year or so to work on it. You did a very good job as it stands, but it definitely had rough edges. Not just the writing team either. The whole game had hit and miss moments, that just a little more dev time could have fixed.

DG: On one hand, DA2 existed to fill a hole in the release schedule. More time was never in the cards. DA2 was originally planned as an expansion! On the other, if we had more time, would we have started doing that thing where we second guess/iterate ourselves into mediocrity? [shrug emoji] [source] 

Jennifer Hepler: This is what I love about DA2. Personally, I greatly prefer something that's rough and raw and sincere to something that's had all the soul polished out of it. Extra time would have helped for art and levels, but it would have lost something too. [source]

DG: Right? I think we could have used some time for peer reviews (and fewer cuts), but I think the rawness of the writing lent a certain spark that we usually polished out. [source]

JH: Definitely. I think the structure (more character-driven) and the tightness of the timeframe let each individual writer's voice really come through. Polish can be very homogenizing. [source]

DG: I should add I'm not, by any means, against iteration. Some iteration is good and necessary. The problem that BioWare often had is that we never knew when to stop. Like a goldfish, we would fill the space given to us by constantly re-iterating on things that were "good enough". [source]

Patrick Weekes: I appreciate your incredibly diplomatic use of the past tense on "had". :D [source]

User: DA2 was my gateway into the series and I’m so happy it is. I love the game the way that it is. It’s one of my favorites of all time. But I am also aware of everything that was said here. If it were remastered, do you think it would change?

DG: I'd be surprised if it was ever remastered. If it was, do you really think they'd change things? Do remasters do that? No idea. [source]

User: Both sides got undercut as I recall. Didn't that whole sequence also end with the mage leader embracing blood magic? It was very much "a plague on both your houses" moment, at least for me.

DG: Yep. Orsino was supposed to have his own version of Meredith's end battle, which only happened if you sided with the templars. That got cut, but the team still wanted to use the model we'd made for him. So... that happened. [source]

DG: I would personally say that DA2 is a fantastic game hidden under a mountain of compromises, cut corners, and tight deadlines. If you can see past all that, you'll see a fantastic game. I don't doubt, however, that it's very difficult for most to do that. [source]

PW: I love DAI with all my selfish "I worked on this" heart, but DA2's follower arcs and relationships are probably my favorite in the series. [source]

User: As I've expressed many times, I love the game, especially it's writing and characters but, for me, the most impressive aspect of it, in consideration of it's lack of time for drafts and revisions, is the 2nd act with Arishok.  What amazingly complex character and fantastic duel

User: Just played it again and I have to agree. Though he is bound by the harsher tenants of the Qun, he makes valid points about free marcher society. Though it is obvious that he and Hawke will come to blows eventually, the tension builds gradually and understandably

DG: Luke did such a fantastic job with the Arishok I found myself sometimes wishing the Qunari plot had just been THE plot. [source]

User: What do you think would have changed, story wise, if you had more time for DA2?

DG: I would have taken out that thing where Meredith gets the idol. It was forced on me because she needed to be "super-powered" with red lyrium for her final battle. Being "crazy", however, robbed her side of the mage/templar argument of any legitimacy. I hated hated hated that. [source]

User: I deeply lament that there wasn't/couldn't be some sort of DA2 equivalent of Throne of Bhaal's Ascension mod.

DG: I'd have done it, if DA2 had allowed for anything but the most rudimentary of modding. ;) [source]

User: I mean, and I think I understand where you were trying, but how much legitimacy did the Templars and her as top Templar have after they're keeping the mages locked up against their will in the old slave quarters? Feel free to not reply.

DG: I think it's the kind of discussion which requires nuance, and which discussions on the Internet are not prone to. [source]

User: Was a compromise that the quest lines don’t branch? It felt like it was supposed to be that way but then you end up in the same place later regardless of what you pick. Like I hoodwinked the templars so good to help the apostates escape but in Act II they were caught anyway.

DG: I remember us having a lot more branching in the initial planning yes. Most of this got trimmed out in the first or second wave of cuts, in an effort to not cut the plots altogether. [source]

DG: "If you could Zack Snyder DA2, what would you change?" Wow. I'm willing to bet Mark or Mike (or anyone else on the team) would give very different answers than me, but it's enough to give a sober man pause, because that was THE Project of Multiple Regrets. [source] I mean, it's the most hypothetical of hypotheticals. It's never gonna happen. I wouldn't be surprised if EA considered DA2 its embarrassing red-headed stepchild. We'd also need to ignore that in many ways DA2 was as good as it was bad BECAUSE of how it was made. But that aside? [source] First, either restore the progressive changes to Kirkwall we'd planned over the passing of in-game years or reduce the time between acts to months instead of years... which, in hindsight, probably should have been done as soon as the progressive stuff was cut. [source] I'm sure you're like "get rid of repeated levels!" ...but I don't care about that. All I wanted was for Kirkwall to feel like a bigger city. Way more crowded. More alive! Fewer blood mages. [source] I'd want to restore the plot where a mage Hawke came THIS close to becoming an abomination. An entire story spent trapped in one's own head while trapped on the edge of possession. Why? Because Hawke is the only mage who apparently never struggles with this. It was a hard cut. [source]

User: I would LOVE to hear more details about this! I don’t suppose there’s any chance of a short story?

DG: I don't even remember the details of the story, sorry. There was a fight, and you caught the bad guy and then realized none of it was real and woke up idk [source]

DG: I'd want to restore all those alternate lines we cut, meaning people forget they'd met you. Or that they knew you were a mage. Or, oh god, that maybe they'd romanced you in DAO. So much carnage. [source] I'd want to restore the Act 3 plots we cut only because they were worked on too late, but which would have made the buildup to the mage/templar clash less sudden. Though I don't remember what they were, now. Some never got beyond being index cards posted on the wall. [grimace emoji] [source] As I mentioned elsewhere, I'd want to restore Orsino's end battle so he wouldn't need to turn on you even if you sided with him. And I'd want an end fight with the templars that didn't require Meredith to have red lyrium and go full Tetsuo. [source] Heck, maybe an end decision where you sided with neither the mages nor the templars. Because it certainly ended up feeling like you could brand both sides as batshit pretty legitimately, no? That was never planned, tho. No idea how to make that feel like an actual path atm. [source] Maybe an option to go "umm, Anders... what are you DOING?" 👀 [source] And, of course, a Varric romance, because Mary took that "slimy car salesman" character we'd planned and did the impossible with him. I can feel Mary glaring at me for even suggesting this, tho. [source] Lastly, the original expanded opening to the game which allowed you to spend time with Bethany and Carver BEFORE the darkspawn attacked. And, um, that's about it off the top of my head. Zack Snyder, WHAT PANDORA'S BOX HAVE YOU OPENED. [source] Shit, I remembered two more things: 1) Restore the "Varric exaggerates the heck out of the story" at the beginning of every Act, until Cassandra calls him on it. Yes, that was a thing. 2) Make DA: Exodus. Yes, I am still bitter. [source] God damn it, I meant "Make DA: Exalted March". The DA2 expansion, NOT Exodus since that was DA2's original name and makes no sense. Because the expansion ended with Varric dying, and that will always be on my "things left undone" list. [source]

User: Whaaaat?

DG: Well, you know that scene in Wrath of Khan where Spock goes into the dilithium chamber because he's a Vulcan? Well, imagine that but with Varric and red lyrium and because he's a dwarf. ;) [source]

John Epler: I distinctly remember referencing the bit from MGS4 where you crawl through the microwave corridor in the split screen, while cinematic battle rages on the other half. [source]

DG: It would have been glorious, John. Glorious. [source]

JE: I don't think I've ever been so certain what a shot should look like as I did Hawke coming in and finding Varric in the broken throne, just like when he was telling Cassandra his story. [source]

DG: It would have come full circle! Auggghh, it still kills me. [source]

User: Lord, you folks are a little too good at this.

JE: The true secret behind videogame narrative is knowing how to make yourself seem a lot more clever than you actually are. [source] 'Oh, we TOTALLY planned that.' [source]

User: Ok, this thread [the DA2 regrets thread, which is the big chunks above] but Inquisition.

DG: My regrets about Inquisition are, more or less, the normal kind. Nothing so dramatic, I'm afraid. [source]

User: You can keep your Varric romance, I want a Flemeth romance goddamnit!

DG: I would allow for one flirt option, and then a recording of Kate Mulgrew laughing for three minutes straight. [source]

User: I had a hypothesis about the repetitive caves in DA2. They're repetitive because it's Varric telling the story and he didn't consider them important.  They're like sets in a play.  (Okay, I really suspect it was a time/money/resources thing but I like my fake explanation better.)

DG: Hang a lampshade on it, maybe? Cassandra: "But that's the exact cave you were in last time?" Varric: "Whatever. They all look the same, I'm not THAT kind of dwarf. Can we move on?" [source]

User: that makes sense, hypothetically to make Varric romanceable and keep his arc—that had to happen for the main plot—I imagine you would have to make double the content (or more)? which would've been a tall order given the time/budget constraints the game was under

DG: Right. When it comes to "romance arc" vs. "follower story arc", we generally only had time to do one or the other. Never both. Romancing Varric would have meant not getting the story of his that you did. [source]

Mary Kirby: The one exaggeration I really, REALLY wanted, that we never got to do was Varric narrating his own death scene with Hawke weeping over him, then cutting to Cassandra's pissed off glaring at him. [source]

DG: Haha! The one I wanted was Varric's plot where he takes on the baddies single-handedly, sliding across the floor like Jet Lee, action movie-style, until finally Cassandra gets irritated and he has to admit Hawke & the rest of the party showed up to help. [source]

MK: We did that one! (He didn't do any Jet Lee moves, though.) Jepler gave him letterboxing to get The Good, the Bad, & the Ugly showdown vibes while he shot a ton of mooks single-handed. [source]

DG: Wow. Shows how much I remember. [source]

JE: I found it! I remember seeing this sequence as my treat for doing a bunch of much more challenging work. It was fun to see how far I could push our limited library of animations. [link] [source]

DG: Heh awesome. I could have sworn it was cut, honestly. I think I was even in that meeting. [source]

User: no disrespect but that’s surprising and rich of Mary “Hard in Hightown” Kirby to think DA2 shouldn’t have had a Varric romance when she wrote an entire book of Varric’s self-insert character pining over his Hawke insert character… HIH is the reason we had VHawke Summer 2018

DG: I can't *really* speak for Mary, or how she feels about it now compared to back then. I only know how she felt about it back then, and I'm not sure it was as much the concept of the romance but that Varric's entire story would be bent to "romance arc" ...a very different thing. [source]

JH: I remember pushing to have the first DLC start with Hawke having an option to ask Varric, "Did you tell Cassandra about us?" and if you picked it, Varric would answer, "Of course not, baby. I told her you were sleeping with X..." and then proceed as if you had had a full romance. [source]

DG: I still wonder how that would have gone over. x) [source]

JE: Okay, one more DA2 thing. Putting together the cinematics for this scene was a blast. [link] [source]

MK: These lines are my greatest legacy. I want "Make sure the world knows I died... at Chateau Haine!" inscribed on my tombstone. [source]

JE: I was so glad no one said 'no' to the crane shot. [source]

MK: It needs that crane shot. It's the perfect icing on that cake made from solid cheese. [source]

DG: The designers were all "we need more combat" and I think we were all "I think you underestimate just HOW interesting we can make this dinner party". [source]

JE: And finally. I think @SherylChee wrote the one-liner. I think we had a collection of like, 20. [link] [source]

Sheryl Chee: Yeah! Something like that! I remember submitted a whole bunch and Frank said you only needed one. Wish I'd kept the other fifteen. [source]

JE: A random chooser where, each time through the scene, you get a different one-liner. [source]

JE: DA2 is the project I'm the proudest of. I also absolutely get that it didn't land for a lot of people. But I don't think it's inaccurate to say that, in a lot of ways, DA2 defined my career. [source]  Everyone spent a year working at their maximum ability. I was a fresh cinematic designer and was given all of Varric's content, as well as the Act 1 Finale mission. It was a lot for someone who had been doing the Cinematics thing for literally 6 months. [source]  There's some stuff in there I can't look at without wincing. And there's some stuff I'm genuinely proud of. Not to mention, it was my introduction to most of the writing team. Several of whom I'm still working with today! Albeit in a different capacity [source] Also, weirdly, one of my most enduring memories of Dragon Age 2 is how much Bad Company 2 we'd play at lunch. It was a LOT. [source] Every game I've worked on has a game I played attached to it. ME2 is Borderlands. DA2 is Bad Company 2. DAI is DayZ. I, hmm. There's a progression there. I don't know how I feel about it. [source]

User: Is DA4 going to be tarkov then?

JE: I've kind of churned out of Tarkov for now. Probably Hunt Showdown, at least right now. [source]

User: I think people also don't take nuance into consideration -- like I FULLY acknowledge the flaws in my favorite games and will openly criticize them, but that doesn't mean they're not my favorite games anymore??? You can like and thing and still be critical of it.

JE: A lot of my favourite shit is deeply flawed! I acknowledge it and I think it's interesting to dissect the flaws. [source]

User: I still wish Justice was an actual character in DA2 rather than a plot point.

DG: There was a moment during DAI where we *almost* put in you running into Justice with the Grey Wardens, and he's all "Kirkwall? I never went to Kirkwall" [source]

User: Does that imply that Justice was shoehorned in to DA2?

DG: Nah, it was an in-joke where we thought it'd be fun to suggest that "Justice" was simply some demon that tricked Anders in DA2. Wooo those tricky demons! We didn't do it, though. [source]

User: [about templars]  except, I don't think it had very much legitimacy to begin with. keep in mind, we interact with other characters with the same argument. The one that comes to mind is Cullen, a sane templar in power. The templar's side of the argument is inherently flawed.

DG: I don't doubt that many people agree with you, and yet people can and do argue on behalf of the templars as well. My place isn't to pick a side, but to provide evidence that players can interpret for themselves [source]

User: Can you shed some light for us on how DA was able to do multiple same-sex romance options for different genders but the Mass Effect team treated them like the plague? What process existed for your team that just wasn't their for the other tentpole franchise?

DG: Different people making the decisions, almost different cultures. I don't know what it's like now, but for many years the Mass Effect team and the Dragon Age team were almost like two different studios working within the same building. [source]

User: It truly boggles the mind. Kudos for doing demonstrably better on consistent queer representation than the ME teams. Y'all never needed us to make petitions to try to get the studio's attention and ask them to do better by us. That's the fight we're once again embroiled in now.

DG: Honestly, I don't feel like tut-tutting the Mass Effect team. They did their part, and if they were a bit later to the show than the DA team they certainly did more than almost every other game out there -- and willingly. [source]

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User: So what was the reason for naming Dragon age 2 "Dragon age II" and not using a subtitle?

DG: As I recall, that was purely a publisher decision. I think they wanted to avoid the impression it was an expansion. [source]

User: Is there no chance of ever remaking DA2 under better circumstances? -Somehow remove the repetitiveness of gameplay by making changes and updating the tech and adding much more to the storyline. It could almost be a new very exciting game.

DG: I'd say there's zero chance of that. Let's keep our hopes up for the next DA title instead. [source]

User: I am a little confused here, help me out here please! How exactly was the cut boss battle with Orsino supposed to work out? How it would've kept him from turning against the player?

DG: It means that, if you sided with the templars, the entire boss bottle at the end would have been against Orsino and the mages. No fight against Meredith. The end decision would have been more divergent. [source]

User: I do remember that one of the reasons going around for that, was that resources were going to the transition to Frostbite. I'm still not fully sold on that having been a good choice. I felt that more time should have been given for that transition considering it was made for FPSs

DG: We didn't transition to Frostbite until DAI. Given our time frame for DA2, I don't think we *could* have transitioned to a new engine. [source]

User: Since your talking about the what could have been for DA2. Could you say what your script was for Anthem? Cause I remember reading that you wrote the plot on that game.

DG: I created a setting for Anthem and scripted out a plot - but, as I understand it, almost none of that ended up being used. So it's a bit pointless to talk about what I'd planned, as that'd be for some completely different type of game. [source]

User: [in reference to the exchange above where DG said “Being "crazy", however, robbed her side of the mage/templar argument of any legitimacy. I hated hated hated that.” re: Meredith] except, I don't think it had very much legitimacy to begin with. keep in mind, we interact with other characters with the same argument. The one that comes to mind is Cullen, a sane templar in power. The templar's side of the argument is inherently flawed.

DG: I don't doubt that many people agree with you, and yet people can and do argue on behalf of the templars as well. My place isn't to pick a side, but to provide evidence that players can interpret for themselves. [source]

If I missed a tweet, got the wrong source link or included a tweet twice, feel free to let me know and I’ll correct.

Edit / Update: Post update 22nd April

[afriendlyblackhottie]

P*$$Y Fairy

Summary: you and Chris just like to enjoy each other’s company away from LA sometimes. Part 2 of Risk.

Pairings: Chris Evans x black!popstar!reader

Warnings: Smut, fluff, daddy kink, oral sex (female receiving), weed use

Ask 1: um i just found out that chris evans used to smoke weed 😳 but like the sex tho?? 😩😩😩

Ask 2:  how are black!popstar!reader and Chris Evans doing because I loved that one

(A/N: this is like four WIPs combined into one because that second ask really helped me figure out what direction to take the first one in because for some reason I was str.ugg.ling. Apparently all the ideas I had were meant for Chris and black!popstar. Based on P*$$Y Fairy by Jhené Aiko and Positions by Ariana Grande. I also listened to the whole Confessions album while writing this because I don’t care that it came out when I was 11 it’s still so good. Anyway, reblog always 💜 ✌🏾)

Tagging: @titty-teetee​ @iam-laiya​ @zaddychris​ @hqneyyincc​ @mariahthelioness29​ @olyvoyl​ @liquorlaughslove​ @harrysthiccthighss @donutloverxo​ @queenoftheworldisdead @whiskey-cokenfanfic​ @night-of-the-living-shred​ @buckyownsmylife @blackmissfrizzle @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression​ (Just tagging people I know that read the last one)

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Things were hectic for sure. You had your career and he had his. Yet the romance was still enough to where you got swept up in. You felt like you were living in an old movie. He was always sending you flowers. When you couldn’t see each other he’d send you cute texts like they were love notes.

No one knew about what was going on, though. Sure everyone had fun on Twitter for a few days, but it quickly became yesterday’s news when everyone thought that was it. You’d sworn to secrecy to the point where your friends had no clue who your mystery man was. When anyone would ask you who sent the flowers you’d just shrug. Even on the card he’d sign with his middle name instead of his first.

He wanted to keep you to himself and vice versa. Like you were each other’s dirty little secret. It didn’t matter that everyone saw the chemistry between you. You like sneaking around with him when the both of you were in town. Sometimes even escaping the craziness of LA to just be together.

Like right now. It was stupid maybe. Everyone was bound to be worried because this was last minute and you’d left your phone at home and yet it still sounded like the best idea ever. You’d been so stressed about your newest album when he’d asked you to go away with him. You weren’t going to turn spending the weekend with him down over stressing and arguing with your producers.

As you laid in bed tangled in the sheets beside him it felt so worth it. The polaroid camera you’d picked up flashed as he took another picture of you as you let out another puff of smoke, you giggled throwing your head back making him do another one. “I think this one is my favorite,” he said, looking down at it with a smile on his face.

You raised up letting the sheet fall from around your breasts so you could look at it. “I love it,” you said, resting your chin on his bicep. He kissed your forehead before moving his lips to yours. He pushed you onto your back getting on top of you, tickling you at the same time until you were giggling again.

“Stop!” You tried to push his hands away still laughing as he took the blunt from your hand flipping over so he was beside you.

You rolled over so you were nestled into him. He was letting his hair grow out for a movie. He looked so damn good with that beard and that hair. You kissed his shoulder needing to feel him against your lips. He shivered looking at you before turning his head so you could kiss him.

He grabbed your hips so he could pull you on top of him. The way he was touching you, made your skin prickle. Your breathing heavy from how intense it felt to have him this close. Your head felt overwhelmed from all the sensations yet somehow it was like it wasn’t enough.

You laid on top of him. Enjoying the feeling of his chest moving up and down against yours. You bit your bottom lip feeling like you could fall asleep like this. He kissed your forehead again before peering up at him through heavy lidded eyes.

You don’t know you let out another giggle before kissing him. Were his lips always this soft. Yet his beard scratched against your skin. It felt so warm and inviting. Probably why you deepened it.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as you got better situated to straddled against his abs. He traced patterns into your skin with his fingertips. The soft lightening of the room only making you feel deeper into this haze you were in.

“I love you,” he mumbled.

“Yeah?” You asked him with a lazy smile spreading across your face.

He nodded, sitting up making you sit with your ass against his suddenly growing dick. “Yeah,” he breathed, looking down at your lips before nuzzling your face.

“I love you, too,” you replied, you put your head on his shoulder needing to feel him as close as possible. It never felt like it was enough.

All the flirting you’d done at that interview and this is how you’d ended up a few months later. Heads in the cloud in love. You never wanted to come down. When it was like this, it felt like nothing else even existed.

“Fuck that sounds so pretty,” he said, he smiled against your temple. “You’re so goddamn pretty, Baby. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

You started kissing again except this time he sank you down on his dick. Making you feel so full you thought you might actually explode. He still had the blunt in his hand even as he helped you ride him, through no longer lit.

Your nipples were aching for his lips, but you were too lost to ask him to pay attention of them. His deep breaths tickling your neck yet making you feel more tingly. It was like you couldn’t think anymore. Just feel. Feel how good he always did you.

Combing his soft hair with your fingers. Tugging on the ends every time he went a little too deep. He was already stretching you out so good. It didn’t make sense how deep he got inside of you.

“Daddy,” you whimpered.

“That’s my girl,” he panted. “Yeah you like Daddy’s dick, huh, Y/N?”

You nodded. “Uh huh.”

“You love me?” He asked bouncing you up and down on top of him.

You nodded this whimper coming out of your mouth. Fuck you were getting so close. He was making you feel so good. You don’t think you ever felt like this before.

“Say it,” he demanded, moving you so you had to look in his eyes.

“I love you.” As your pussy clamped around him he forced you up and down his cock. “Fuck,” you cried, “I love you.”

“That’s my girl,” he said grabbing you so he could put you down on your back. He fully put out the blunt in the astray on the nightstand. He climbed back on top of you, spreading your legs out so wide as he started licking your pussy.

You gasped running your hands through his hair. “Fuck,” you repeated quivering as he tongue fucked you. The grip on the back of your thighs so strong as he had them in the air. His beard burning into your thighs.

“Oh, my god- Daddy!” You gasped as another orgasm creeped onto you. He was quick to move up so he could use that time to push into you. Moving his hips so he was deliberately brushing into your spot.

It was already too much. Why did he have to be doing this to you. “So good for me,” he whispered in your ear. “My girl, huh. No one else’s.”

“Never.” You tilted your head back and be took advantage, kissing prepping your throat with kisses. Then wrapping his hand around your throat gently.

“Love you so much,” he said, before finally bathing your tits in attention as if he was reading your mind. His mouth hitting this spot you’d desperately needed to be touched.

“I’m gonna,” you squeaked out like a warning, “I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s okay, Baby,” he panted. “Cum for me. Don’t you ever not cum for me.”

You started to nod when you felt it. Starting deep in your abdomen before spreading with this warmth over your lower half at the same time that this tingle sparked all over. It felt like you could turn inside out. Or like if he wasn’t on top of you, you might float away.

“That’s it.” He smiled lazily taking in how pretty you looked, your mouth open all wide as you squirted just for him. “Fuck,” he hissed as he began to reach that point soon after.

He’d fucked it into you until he couldn’t anymore before slumping on top of you. Drawing his hands around your waist so your back was arched, head buried in the valley between your breasts. You were pretty sure you could stay like this forever.

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At some point you had to get back to life. Inspiration seemed to hit you out of nowhere. Everyone thought you were crazy when you’d told them you wanted to scrape the album, but you couldn’t let the feeling go. You needed to capture those thoughts in your lyrics.

You didn’t want to admit that a huge chunk of the album was about him. About the things you did together. How he’d hold you down and fuck you just the way you liked. How no one else has ever been able to do you like he does.

He’d left to Boston to film another movie. It was kind of lonely in LA without him. It was crazy. You barely got to spend time with him as is even when you lived in the same city. Yet when he was away you missed him. Even the calls every night weren’t enough.

Which led to you sneaking off to Boston. You could try to keep a low profile. At least until you got to the safety of his home.

He picked you up in his Audi also you guess trying to keep a low profile in his baseball cap and sunglasses. Taking your bags after giving you a quick hug and a kiss hoping no one would notice the two of you. It was getting harder and harder for you to sneak away from everyone, but somehow you managed.

Dodger greeted you as you walked through the door. You got down to pet him while Chris went to set your things in his room. When he came back he pulled you into another hug, savoring this one.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he said kissing you all sweetly. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” you sighed into him.

After washing the flight off of you and changing into something comfortable. The two of you enjoyed glasses of wine over the pad thai you’d ordered since neither one of you felt like cooking. You talked about finally maybe going public soon. About not wanting to hide it anymore.

You poured another glass of wine as he started kissing down your neck, pressing your stomach into the kitchen counter. He was so hard against you. He’d made you take him right there. First from behind and then turning you around so he could fuck you while you were sitting on top of it.

You scratched at his back as he carried you to the living room, bending you over again over the back of the couch. Somehow that led to you riding him on the stairs. Each time he’d made you cum so good yet still held on.

Finally he’d led you to his bedroom where he fucked you all night. Made you call him Daddy while he was deep in your stomach. Alternating between the intensity of his thrusts or pulling out to put you in all these positions so he could hold out longer.

When it was time for him to finally fill you he didn’t hold back. Cumming into you so deep that if you weren’t on birth control you were sure he would have just gotten you pregnant right then. The thought of it only made it so much more intense.

You’d finally fallen asleep all curled into him. Not being able to keep going any longer. He’d left you worn out barely even able to think. He whispered I love you against your skin.

When you woke up the next morning all wrapped up in him, both of your phones were loud going off. The buzzing noises against the wood of the nightstand made you jump. “What the fuck,” you groaned sleepily as you reached behind you to grab your iPhone. “Hello?” You asked with your voice feeling like it was all worn out.

“Y/N, where the hell are you?” Your agent asked. “And do not lie to me.”

“What?” You asked looking over to see Chris looking at his phone.

“Oh shit...”

“What?” You asked him.

“You’re with him right now?” Your agent asked and you groaned.

You wrinkled your nose as she kept talking because your brain kind of wasn’t turned on yet. “I’ll call you back.”

“Do not ha-“

But it was too late. Chris held out his phone showing you whatever was on his screen. “I’m not gonna lie I have no idea what’s going on right now,” you said putting your face into shoulder.

“Babe, they fucking got a picture of us,” he finally said.

“What?”

“Mhm. At the airport yesterday. Even got a good one of us kissing.”

You groaned. “Wow, we suck at disguising ourselves.”

He laughed bringing you close to him so you could lay on his chest. “I know.” He kissed the side of your head. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good.” You yawned into him. Your phone was still going off, but you just wanted to sleep.

“So I take it your team isn’t really happy that you’re here with me?” He asked.

You shrugged. “To be honest I don’t know if I actually care to even find out.”

He chuckled. “Good. Maybe this was a good thing?”

“Mhm. Now we don’t have to sneak around anymore.” You sighed contently. “I bet Twitter is having fun.”

“Oh definitely.” He laughed.

“I think you broke me,” you told him. Your legs felt all stiff and sore. Liked you’d just come back from a workout.

He placed more kisses on your face. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

“Why so you can break me some more.”

“Exactly,” he said. “Who do you think is going to be the most mad at us for this?”

“Hating ass people on Twitter,” you said with a chuckle. “Who will also be the happiest. I can imagine all the comments now.”

He laughed. “Oh, we’re definitely going to be reading them over breakfast.” He started rubbing your back trying to soothe you back to sleep even as you whispered to each other. You could worry about the outside world later. For right now you wanted to enjoy the cloud the two of you were alone on.

As he laid there, he promised himself that things would be different with you. That no matter what happened he’d stick beside you. Because as Chris looked down at you, your eyes closed all nestled into him he realized he didn’t want anyone else. You were it for him. And it didn’t matter what Twitter or your teams had to say. He didn’t care how crazy life got or how busy the both of you were. Now that he had you, he wasn’t letting go.

[jjkyaoi]

i said i wouldn’t have to address discourse on here, and i wish i didn’t have to again, but. here we are again. it’s 6PM for me and tommyinnit is trending under politics. what a world we live in.

i’m gonna start this off by saying; i didn’t know what aave was until recently. if i’m being completely honest, a lot of ppl in my life had told me that it was just the “twitter slang” or “the slang that stans used”, and for awhile it was brushed off as just twitter slang by. literally everyone, and i only realized what it was and that it existed until just recently, as i’ve said again, and that’s probably the case for tommy in this situation. i don’t really get a say so this is the only post i’m probably gonna make about the situation —and also i’m fucking tired, jesus christ— but here’s what i hope for this situation; i hope people educate tommy about what aave is and educate him so he doesn’t make this mistake again, because that’s what this is, it’s a mistake that he could easily learn and change from if people gave him the helping hand to grow and change. he’s not gonna naturally know every line to not cross, and that’s what’s important about helping him out and calling him out when he makes a mistake—that’s what’s important about educating him, so he learns. however. to the surprise of absolutely no one, twitter is doing that funny little thing they do (/s), where some people are speaking up over the minorities, there’s people taking quotes from that stream out of context and twisting them to make tommy look worse, i had even seen a tweet in my feed, before i’d decided to trash the app once again, saying they were going to go to his VODS to look for more “offensive language”, and probably use it against him in this. there is no fucking point in dragging up anything else but the root issue here, because you’re not educating, you’re not teaching him a lesson, you’re not helping him grow or any of the things you say you’re doing by taking quotes out of context, leaving angry tweets that explain absolutely nothing, and saying you’re gonna look into his old VODS for shit to use against him.

,,it’s . tiring. is what i’m saying. everyone there uses the word “educating” but when it actually comes down to it they don’t.

and people wondered why tommy’s posts were so rushed about the KSI situation? it’s because he didn’t get an explanation about what he’d done wrong, because the hashtag was clogged with angry people who weren’t educating like they said they were, it was full of nothing but anger and hate and some people even calling him a transphobe, and that’s how he got it in his head that that’s what he needed to apologize for, and therefore that’s what he apologized for. i’m well aware that it isn’t most people, and god i’m glad there’s people on that app that are actually trying to educate and are trying to do the good thing and actually have a good head on their shoulders, but the bad outweighs the good, and coupled with how twitter is built? makes everything worse.

this fandom has a problem with speaking up over minorities, for trending hashtags and doing all these things to be “the savior” when in reality they aren’t actually helping the root problem and they’re just making things worse, and there’s some people doing the same in this situation —even though it’s just starting— instead of letting the actual people who can educate tommy educate him on aave, and on that note?

i. am thinking i’m gonna take a break from posting for a couple days. i don’t think i’m leaving the fandom, and honestly the break won’t be for more than a couple days, but all of this has dragged down my mental health and has made me paranoid. if i’m honest, i was fretting for a tommy stream cause i was worried he was gonna make a mistake and the worst type of ppl on twitter was gonna do that funny little thing they do /s, where they make the situation 10x worse, and it came true, and i think i’m gonna. take a step back. for awhile? i’ll still be liking shit so i won’t be gone, and it’ll only be for a couple days, but i think it’d be better if i wasn’t as active in the fandom part of the content as i am currently, because where we stand now is awful.

see y’all, in like, maybe awhile? i don’t have a definitive time man i’m just slinking into the darkness for refuge for awhile, but i’ll be back. dont miss me too much even tho i’m incredibly sexy and i’m incredibly easy to miss /j

[cheolbooluvr]

the class president pt.3

*GIF cred to @holiday_in_svt on twitter*

pairing: joshua x reader (tried my best to keep it gn!)

genre: enemies to dare i say lovers?!au, angst, fluff (a sizable amount finally!), a little social media as a treat <3 (not much tho don’t get ur hopes up)

warnings: swear words, mention of needles

word count: 2.7k

a/n: omg i am done!! honestly this really wasn’t supposed to be a mini series but uh, things change i guess lol. goodbye platinumshua, know that i miss u oh so much. thx for reading this very short and unintended series! my asks are open if you want to share feedback anonymously. i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

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You stared at Joshua incredulously as his words echoed in your head. “Will you go to homecoming with me?” The slight deja vu made your hands clammy as you gripped the door handle tighter, trying to find the words to respond. When you realized you were staring at him, you quickly looked away as your cheeks grew warmer with every second. This had to be a sick joke because there was no way fate could be that cruel, right? 

“So? What do you say?” Joshua asked quietly. You weren’t sure what to say, but you knew you didn’t want to be in the car anymore. 

“Okay,” you muttered.

“Okay?” If you had been looking at Joshua, you would have seen the way his eyes lit up, but you stared at the console instead, fixated on the blinking colon between the hours and minutes on the clock. “I’ll come by at 5:30 on Saturday then.”

“Cool,” you said as you pulled on the door handle. You almost tripped on your feet as you left his car and rushed into your house, shutting the door with urgency. “Why me?” you asked yourself as you sunk to the floor. Your heart was racing and you did your best to calm down, even pinching yourself just in case this was all a horrible dream. 

It wasn’t.

———-

“Sweetie, Joshua’s here — oh, honey!” She peeked into your room and paused to take a look at you. “You look absolutely wonderful. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’ll be down in a second,” you replied. 

“Great! We’re so excited the two of you are going to homecoming together.” You rolled your eyes when she left, still in disbelief that this was actually happening. Taking one last look in the mirror and adjusting your hair, you took a deep breath and sighed. Here goes nothing, you thought to yourself. As you walked down the stairs, everyone’s eyes were on you and you’d never wanted to crawl back into your room so badly.

“You look incredible!” Joshua’s mom exclaimed as she came to hug you. Joshua was staring at you, too, but you did your best to avoid looking at him. “Now, get together so we can take your pictures!”

“She’s right,” Joshua whispered into your ear. “You do look really good.” Chills ran down your spine as he put his arm around your waist. You shifted nervously as you tried to loosen from his grip, but that only made him pull you even closer. It was hard to hide the little shriek that came from your mouth, but luckily the parents were too focused on trying to find the right lighting to hear. Joshua, on the other hand, heard you clearly and you could tell by the smirk that formed on his face. 

After thirty minutes of the parents telling you to pose this way and that way, taking photos in the front yard, backyard, living room, and wherever else they could think of, the six of you sat down for dinner. Your parents insisted on having dinner together again since they wanted to make this as much of a thing as possible. You hated it, but it had been a while since you’d seen your parents this happy so you didn’t say anything. But before you knew it, you were in Joshua’s Mercedes on your way to homecoming. 

———-

Everything about tonight was just weird. The moment the two of you stepped out of his car, you could feel people’s eyes burn through your skin, pricking it like a million tiny needles. It was impossible for you to ignore the whispers, but Joshua seemed to have no problem. He smiled and talked to the teachers who checked the two of you in. After you did your breathalyzer test, the two of you walked down the hallway leading to the gym where the dance was. You trailed slightly behind him, still unable to process that you were attending homecoming with Joshua Hong. 

The stares didn’t cease as the two of you entered the dimly lit gym that strobed pink, blue, green, and orange. Music reverberated off the walls and the bleachers where you moved to sit down for a bit. Joshua had been swept up by various people, including underclassmen who couldn’t stop talking about how great he looked in his baby blue suit. It was true, you thought, that he looked particularly stunning in his platinum blonde hair and that suit. Every time you remembered that Joshua had asked you to homecoming, it was as if you were living in a fever dream. Nothing made sense yet here you were. You thought Joshua would quickly forget about you and leave you in the corner for his friends, though you truly wouldn’t have minded. 

Just then, you heard someone call your name. You looked up to see your best friend Seungkwan stroll over to you casually and smile at you. “Why are you sitting here?” 

“Just resting my feet,” you shouted over the music. “New shoes.” You tilted your head down and Seungkwan gave you a knowing nod. 

“Well, don’t sit here too long and come dance with us!”

“I will,” you laughed as Seungkwan disappeared into the hoard of people in the middle of the gym.

You took a deep breath before another voice found you. “What are you doing here?”

You looked up at Joshua, and something about the lights made him look even more ethereal than he had before. “My feet were hurting,” you repeated to him, but he didn’t hear you over the music. Instead, he put his hand out and looked at you. Your eyes moved from his hand to his eyes and back to his hand again. 

“Come on,” he said. You didn’t move, but he didn’t have time to spare. He reached down and grabbed your hand, pulling you to join the rest of your classmates and students on the dance floor. He kept a hold on you until the two of you were in the middle of everyone. You didn’t particularly enjoy the body heat that was radiating off of everyone as they jumped to the beat and shoved you around. Joshua was quick to notice how uncomfortable you felt and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him by the small of your back. He grabbed your hand with his other and started moving his body with the music. You stood there awkwardly trying to process it all. FML, you thought to yourself, this is too much. He didn’t give you enough time to be in your head, however, because soon he was moving even more, getting you to move with him. The space between you grew smaller and though you tried to look anywhere else, you found yourself staring into his beautiful, light brown eyes. They sparkled in the night under the strobing lights and you were breathless. 

“We’re gonna slow this next one down a bit,” the DJ said. Sure enough, the next song she played was 17 by Pink Sweat$. Your heart sped up and your body grew even warmer. You thought it was because of the people, but by now, the dance floor had given way to the couples and people were sitting at the tables and taking a short break. You moved to join them, but Joshua kept you close, if not closer than before. Your eyes widened with surprise as he gave you a shy smile. He moved his hands so that both were on your waist and you adjusted to wrap your arms around his neck. 

“You said this is one of your favorite songs, right?” he asked as the two of you swayed to the soft melody in the background. You nodded, feeling slightly nauseous at the events unfolding. It was as if you had stepped into a fairy tale. Here you were, dancing with Joshua Hong, but before he was Joshua Hong, he was just your best friend. You tried to slow your heartbeat but nothing worked. Joshua was magical and from the way he stared deeply into your eyes, you realized something.

I wanna love you as strong when we’re 92, the same as seventeen~

However, first and foremost, you had to know why he had asked you to homecoming. Could he feel the same way? “Why?”

Joshua tilted his head and looked at you confused. “What do you mean why?”

“Why did you ask me, of all people, to homecoming?” 

Before he could answer, familiar voices came up from behind him. “Hong! There you are!”

“Oh shit!” another voice said.

“No way,” said a third voice. “He really did it!” You recognized their voices as the aquatic meatheads you detested. Joshua smiled awkwardly at them, though he was secretly annoyed. 

“Did what?” you asked. 

One of his friends slapped Joshua on the back and he winced in pain, looking at you uncomfortably. 

“He really asked the hermit to homecoming!” one of them said, laughing.

“Hermit?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Yeah,” another said. “We made a bet to see who would actually ask a loser to hoco.”

Whatever you were feeling before was instantly replaced with blind rage. “Are you serious?” You glared at Joshua who was trying to find the words to explain himself, but to no avail. Scoffing in disbelief, you managed to ask him, “You really think I’m a loser?” 

“Wait, no—” Joshua’s feeble voice trailed behind you as you turned to leave. Despite the pain from your shoes, you ran as fast as you could, hot tears streaming down your face. You bumped into Seungkwan on the way out and concern washed over his face. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked gently, holding you in his arms.

“Can you take me home?” your voice cracked.

“Of course.”

———

You woke up the following morning with a massive headache. When you had come home, your parents were watching a movie on the couch. They tried to ask you how the night went, but you made a beeline to your room and slammed the door, locking it behind you. 

“We can ask about it in the morning,” your mom had said quietly and your dad nodded in agreement. 

You had sobbed endlessly into your pillows before falling asleep due to exhaustion. You rolled over to find thirteen missed calls and seventeen unread text messages from Joshua. You opened them out of curiosity and scrolled through until you read the last message.

You shot up in your bed, but before you could run downstairs and tell your mom not to let Joshua into the house, she was already knocking on your door.

“Hey, hon? Joshua’s here to see you.” Her voice was quiet on the other side of the door. 

“Tell him I don’t want to see him,” you replied back. But in her typical fashion, she ignored you and opened the door. 

“I think you two really need to talk it out,” she said. 

“Thank you,” Joshua’s voice was soft and raspy. She put her hand on his shoulder and smiled apologetically at him before shutting the door behind her. You couldn’t stand to look at him, so you laid back down in bed and covered yourself with your blanket. He stood there for a while, unsure of what to do or where to start. You really hated him. You hated the way he used you for a silly bet with his stupid friends. And you especially hated the way your name sounded when it came from his mouth. “Please, let me explain everything to you.”

“Go away,” you muttered.

“We don’t ever have to talk again after this. Just,” he sighed deeply. “Just give me five minutes.”

The two of you existed in silence for what felt like hours until finally you caved. “Fine,” you said. “You have five minutes, and that’s it.”

“Can I sit down?” he asked.

“Whatever.”

You felt your bed dip when he sat down on the edge. You wanted to tell him not to sit there, but you didn’t have the energy to be any more snappy than you already were. He sighed again, rubbing his hands together nervously. When he didn’t start talking, you sat up and stared at him.

“If you don’t have anything to say, just leave,” you pushed coldly.

“No, wait. I do. I… I just don’t know where to start.”

“How about you start at the part where I was just a dumb bet between you and your friends?”

“Okay, yeah. Yeah. So, it started as a dumb bet with my friends and me. It was a truth or dare during the swim party and I was going to ask you when I came over that night.”

“So, you weren’t hiding from your ex?”

“Well, not really. And I thought it would be easy. I would ask you and you would say yes—”

“Yeah, because everything is easy for you, Joshua Hong. You always get what you want.” It hurt hearing you say his name like that, but he knew he deserved it. 

“I— yeah.” He continued, “But it actually wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be because I realized something.” Now he was looking at you, the same gentleness that he had looked at you with the night before when you were dancing. “I realized that I missed you. A lot.”

You felt nauseous, but something wouldn’t let you look away from him as he continued.

“I missed our friendship. I missed spending every day and night with you during the summer. I missed watching anime together every Saturday morning and swimming in the afternoons.”

You were dumbfounded by his words, but still, you didn’t believe him. “That doesn’t change the fact that you still made a bet with your friends and called me a loser.”

“Hold on, I’m not done,” he countered. “So, after that barbecue we had here, I was going to ask you for real, but you left before I had a chance. I asked your dad if I could take you home after my birthday dinner so I could finally ask you. Honestly, given how things had gone between us, I thought you would say no, but when you said yes, I was so excited. I got caught up in the fact that we were going to homecoming together that I had totally forgotten about the bet, and I am so sorry.”

You began to feel dizzy and your headache from the previous night made your head pound even harder. 

“And for the record, I never called you a loser. I would never and have never thought of you as a loser. You are one of the coolest and most incredible people I know. My friends are just assholes.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you scoffed. You stared out the window as he kept going.

“I’m really sorry. I never meant to hurt you, but I know that doesn’t change the fact that I already did. I don’t expect you to forgive me now, if ever, but I want you to know how I feel.”

You had known Joshua well enough that you could tell his voice was sincere and genuine. You continued staring out the window mindlessly, processing everything that you had just heard. You felt the bed shift as he got up and was about to leave. 

“Josh, wait,” you said. He froze. It had been years since you called him that.

“So, how do you feel then?” you asked, your attention fully on him now. 

He turned around and looked back at you with his doe eyes which you loved. “I...I really like you.”

This whole morning had been one surprise after another, but nothing had prepared you for those words. A lump formed in your throat as you just stared at him. 

“Shit, I am so sorry,” he apologized. “I’ll leave.”

He turned again, reaching for the door handle.

“I like you, too,” you blurted out. Your cheeks became flushed and warmth spread throughout your whole body.

“Really?” his voice was a whisper now.

“Yeah, really,” you reassured him. 

He turned around and stared at you before making his way to your side and sitting back down on the bed. He grabbed your hand and caressed your face. “I’m going to make it up to you, I promise.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little and he smiled back at you. “You better.”

[beetlemancy]

That Twitter drama with Brian is weird, cause on the one hand I get why people are upset. It just looks like someone with a lot of followers being mean to someone who's a lot smaller because they said something kind of dickish. On the other hand I get where Brian is coming from in regards to responding, though the QT probably wasn't a good idea.

Okay so this is a bit complicated because its also tied up into the 'C2 is ending' drama which I also have a lot of Thoughts about so I will try my best here but I might miss a lot of points that I'm thinking of but just won't type fast enough for my brain lol

Brian's mentions have always been a shitshow. The simple fact that someone was being a dick to him is not, I presume, the main issue with that tweet he RT'd first. I personally think it was because it specifically accused him of something he did not do. Brian left Twitter before because of similar accusatory dogpiles so I imagine that's really the crux of the issue - or at least it would be for me if I were him. I want to stress that this is just my own POV though and none of us really know a damn thing about someone else lol

So, firstly, I do not ascribe to the worldview that people with more followers have to just take whatever is given to them if its given by someone with less followers. I think categorizing people based on follower count is, frankly, heinous and a step backwards for society. I do believe that in real life there are power imbalances, but Twitter is an app on your phone. You can hit the off button. You can also be personally responsible for what you put out on the internet. I don't know when that lesson missed some people.

Secondly, he's now being accused of name-searching himself in order to find the tweet in the first place, but this is also false. The person did actually QRT him, which is essentially a tag according to Twitter because it puts that tweet directly onto your timeline. They may not have realized that, but its not hard to then just be like 'whoops, didn't know you'd see this.' (which, honestly, I'm not a fan of either because I think its silly that so many people expect to be able to say whatever the fuck they want without consequence simply because they didn't tag someone directly. like, you still fuckin' typed it)

Thirdly, yes things got quite heated after that and things were said by a lot of people. There's a thread of screenshots of Brian's going around claiming that he should be canceled because of the content. I understand why some people were massively offended by the Mom joke tweet (the other tweets I legitimately don't get how they could be angry about tbh tho) - and, frankly, I'm not overly fond of that kind of humor as well. It makes perfect sense that people who were otherwise not paying attention to see that tweet and be shocked and offended by it. This does not excuse it at all, but it IS very out of context. People in that thread were being ridiculously gross to both him and each other (for instance I find it interesting that people are really angry about a sexual joke about someone's mother but not about a homophobic sexual insult that one of the 'fans' said but that IS Twitter for you)

Brian's way of handling the internet mudpile is not for everyone, but he has always been this way and done things this way. So many of the people who are Big Time Angry at him now have previously been supportive of him calling out Reddit in particular. I am TIRED of people literally running headfirst into traffic and then claiming they were hit by a car. Like, no. YOU made that choice. YOU take responsibility for it. God damn.

But all of this STARTED because the -fans- were the ones being absolute assholes to the CR cast about C2 ending. People are pre-mad about a thing that hasn't happened yet and are letting it dictate how they react to literally everything. I don't understand it! I get being sad about things ending but sooooo many people on Twitter and Reddit especially are acting like they're the second coming of Anticapitalist Christ because they can type up several dozen threads about how CR is Bad because ... their DnD campaign is ending eventually???

There are some people who think I'M being parasocial because I think its bullshit to act this way towards real human people, but they're the ones who are living and breathing sheer anger and hostility because a game is ending.

[the-irken-pony]

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hnnngggggggggg ok here’s all of my headcanons off the top of my head,,,,,,,,,, not gonna bother organizing tho

Henry, Charles, and Ellie? All bi, sorry I don’t make the rules.

Platonic Triple Threat or polyamorous Triple Threat? Both are 👌 (also I 100% prefer poly Triple Threat over just Henry x Ellie or Henry x Charles)

Geoffrey Plumb is aroace and if you asked him about romance he’d probably think you were talking about Romania as in the country.

Mr. Macbeth was the one who originally proposed the idea for Right Hand Man to just. not have a name. When introducing himself RHM said he didn’t like his name very much before actually giving it out and Mr. Macbeth was like “ok so don’t use it,” and then RHM never used it again.

I have another headcanon on how RHM’s name fell out of usage which I’ve already posted and I can’t decide which of the two I like better tbh (I can link it in the replies for those curious)

Right Hand Man and Mr. Macbeth became friends sometime during Terrence’s reign. Before an important mission (probably a raid) that Mr. Macbeth was assigned to, Mr. Macbeth faked an illness so that he could switch places with RHM because he wanted to apply for head of the train division and RHM wanted an excuse to hang out with Reginald. It worked too well and Reginald thought Macbeth was dying and called off the raid. Then the medics found out that Mr. Macbeth actually had a really serious illness that would’ve killed him if they didn’t find out. After the initial “wow wtf was all that” Mr. Macbeth and RHM never really fell out of contact with each other. (this would actually work better as a fanfic than as a headcanon tbh)

Speaking of Reginald and Right Hand Man, the confident one in the relationship is, uh. Not RHM, that’s for sure. Before they actually started going out RHM was awkward as all hell about it and not as subtle as he tried to be.

Reginald, meanwhile? Oblivious fuck who wouldn’t pick up a hint that someone liked him if it smacked him upside the head with a neon sign.

Awkward force vs oblivious object. Who asked the other out first? Reginald, probably.

Reginald asked Right Hand Man out as a casual "hey do you want to" and RHM nearly died.

Howie Howitzer was an orphan adopted into the Toppat Clan and given his name by the clan, according to his bio. Headcanon that it was Reginald who took him in.

Adding to the above, Reginald has also adopted Sven Svensson and Filbert Philbert, and possibly others.

Based on the previous two, Reginald is... not good at coming up with names. Who had the oh so brilliant idea to name the orbital station’s most deadly weapon “Supreme Dominance”? Reginald that’s who. He’s probably the type of person who would unironically think Moon Moon is a good name

(Previously posted) Reginald disallows pets on Toppat Clan property. He actually loves animals, but he doesn’t want to risk any getting hurt or stressed.

Ever since Right Hand Man got access to his cybernetics there have been at least 10 new rules added that are specifically about his cybernetics as a result of some accident or another (ESPECIALLY his lasers)

Reginald frequently orders fast food for the airship since very few people on the airship really know how to cook decent food. (based on various clips from Puff’s twitch streams and a tweet from the official Among Us twitter acct)

The only thing Right Hand Man got from dying is vague memories of text mocking him for dying and calling him asymmetrical. Henry and RHM get matching t shirts one day that say “Met God, What A Dick”.

Ex-Toppat Leader Jaques Kensington is actually alive and well, he’s just trapped inside of the painting portal. He also may or may not be immortal and got trapped inside the painting long ago because someone found out his secret.

Reginald chose Burt to be head of communications specifically because of how calm he is. It helps Reginald keep his anxiety under control. Burt mostly likes Reginald because he buys him Starbucks sometimes.

Given how easily Reginald’s mustache can become misshapen when put under stress, Reginald definitely styles his mustache.

hhhhhhhhhhhhhooooollllly shiiit I think I got them all finally. I might be missing some but this is what my brain was able to generate. That list is way longer than I expected it to be wow.

[theyarebothgunshot]

ROSE I AM FREAKING OUT HAVE YOU SEEN THE PREQUEL STUFF???? WHAT IS GOING ON, my god... I was literally about to go to sleep, decided to check Tumblr one last time and see this.... what WHAT!! WHATTTT!!!!!! I don't even know if this is good bad or what but just JENSEN IS PRODUCING A SUPERNATURAL PREQUEL AND DEAN'S GONNA BE THE NARRATOR OR Sth LIKE???? -🐸

YEAH i am normal about this <3 (jk i am also freaking out) welcome to: people screaming to me in my inbox about prequelgate ft. j/2 fallout theory. let's goooo!

Another copypasta and suddenly chaos machine is full on gay I love this prophecy

you know whats funny i just checked the j/2 tag and i feel like for the first time in a long time they are starting to realise that maybe THEY should be the ones who are "gutted" *sips tea*

ROSE HOLY SHIT ROOOOOOOOSE ITS HAPPENING HOLY SHIIIIIT

YEAH

Nevermind just read prequel and well good luck I guess but just you know kind of bleh who wants to watch John Winchester well let’s have hope anyways

i know a lot of people are bummed out but i am kind of very excited actually?? i trust robbie and even though yeah j*hn winchester turned into a nasty abusive bastard, it can be interesting to explore how it all started (imo). it's just the first of many stories they can tell.

I can only accept this circus if it’s Dean telling the stories to his and Cas’ kids and then we have a revival to show that the whole finale was in fact the end Chuck wanted there Jensen I fixed it

i would not say no to this

heyloo bee anon here

um- wtf is happening?

jackles prequel series?? why? i want to be excited about this but sheesh im scared

because supernatural is never dead <3

okay, but, jensen... john winchester ≠ jdm, you don’t have to go /that/ hard for him 🙃

true true... though i am waiting for jdm to comment on this, please i need it

WAIT A SECOND J2 FALLOUT THEORY TRUE??

LMAO HELL YEAH BESTIE

Rose you really picked the worst time to sleep for real

bestie it was literally 4 in the morning, what do you expect from me sdfjsfhsf

I can’t literally can’t we were all right LMAO j2 fallout theory is real and cockles (Misha supporting Jensen) is [gunshots] I’m just laughing cause what the hell is this timeline we’re living LMAOOOOOOOOOO

we would always end up here <3

Do we have the copypaste anons to thank for JP basically confirming the J2 fallout? lol 🦚

yes, everybody say 'thanks annoying idiots!'

ROSE, WAKE UP, COME HERE,

THERE'S A LOT GOING ON FFS

YEAH I KNOW BUT I NEEDED SLEEP

Anticipating that there's going to be a lot of yelling about the prequel on here: I am cackling, but also, I mean, the first time Dean got a look into his parent's past, Cas was the catalyst: literally entered Dean's mind and catapulted him to the 70s. So idk, it's not completely unreasonable to expect some Cas cameos, maybe setting up a parallel timeline since Dean is narrating. What I'm saying is, this is Jackles, he's getting JDM and Misha in on this lmao -Honeymoon Anon

you were right lmfaooo also i fully agree. misha's tweet further cemented that thought for me. he knew about this prequel and i dont think he is cas-baiting us, i think he'll be involved. i'd also be obsessed to see jensen and jdm act together again (though idk who jdm could play seeing as it's a prequel and he is way too old to play young j*hn)

longlivethetribbles heeft gevraagd:

Heyyyyyy bestie, are you SEEING the absolute madness going on right now holy shit

well a little late but I SURE AM BESTIE

bestie wake up pls s16 finale just dropped.

- 🍯

and WHAT a great one it was

I love coming home from work to see all of the chaos unfolding on Tumblr and Twitter. I'm absolutely buzzing right now. I'll probably still be here by the time you wake up and check tumblr 😂 - 🐢

lmaooo and were you still awake?? did you see my freak out??

Oooh bestie wake the fuck up, I know you’re gonna be excited for this one jsnsjsj

god i had SUCH a morning like. it's 12:00 now and all i did since i woke up is check tumblr rip

short summary: jen and dee gain the rights, they post on ig/twitter about a prequel ft john and mary that no one asked for, the fandom loses its everloving shit as usual, they trend on twitter thanks to the beloved twt intern who missed us, misha qt’s jen about cas possibly benefiting from being in the prequel, then j*red qt’s jensen abt how his feelings got hurt by him not being told about a prequel his character as no involvement in & he initially throws a tantrum, and the rest is history - 🦋 anon (ps: i hope this helps a little, i’ve been scattered brained trying to keep up with it all night lmao so pls let me know if i missed anything, bug crew !!)

thank you so much darling i figured it out eventually but this is a helpful summary!!!

I hope you enjoyed waking up to all of this XD -🐢

i sure did!!! also that answers my question about you being awake lmao

I WILL NEVER EVER EVER FORGIVE MYSELF FOR SLEEPING THROUGH ALL OF THIS DRAMA AND NOT EXPERIENCING IT IN PERSON I DIDN'T NEED THIS SLEEP - tea anon

well the party was still going strong this morning so im not TOO "gutted" see what i did there lmaooo

Now that you are caught up with the news... So idk if you remember this but...didn't jarpad tell jackles he was up for a reboot in an online panel? And jackles answered that this was news to him??

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yeah i think you are right but he was clearly joking and didnt expect jackles to actually be working on something already

J2 anon spare more of those anons let's finish this - tea anon

please, we're having a ball in this bitch

I saw a post on tumblr where someone said now that Kripke gave J&D the rights, maybe they’re starting with a prequel just to end on a reboot in years time and honestly ? I wanna believe that so badly. This is tinhatty but what if this is all calculated in a way that makes it so that Jensen is slowly starting to fix everything that was wrong with spn - now that he has the rights and he’s slowly making spn his own story ?! I mean he did say in his ig post he wants to ‘fill in the rest’ - and maybe Mary and John’s story is only the beginning of spn related content from J&D to come ??? Maybe he wants to give spn the justice it deserves ?? Thoughts ??

i dont think this is tinhatty at all i think this is very possible and not that much of a reach. i could see this happening yeah for sure

want to hear something funny. I found out I had a ruptured blood vessel in my eye because I was sending my friend a video freaking out when the prequel news dropped and I noticed the corner of my eye was red af. and when I got back online jared had tweeted.

DJFHSJD ANON THE CHAOS OF IT ALL, HELP, are you okay? <3

rose.. bestie... how are you feeling about The News? nsfshsf being european is a curse </3 🐞

i feel GREAT im living for it i feel on top of the world tbh (and yeah it really is dsjfhs)

What am I waking up to I can't WHAT I rested my eyes for like 5 minutes help *hits reblog button* - anon anon

yep yep essentially djfhs

“Jensen and Misha are Co workers who barley talk”

I can’t be sure of course but I’m fairly certain that this is the copypasta that brought the j/2 fallout theory back to life. Who’s apparently ‘barely talking’ now? skansjsjsj. It’s almost prophetic, these j/2 anons have superpowers I’m telling ya.

-poker face anon

next time we get one of them we should be thanking them lmaooo

ok, but are we gonna talk about the "When Daneel and I formed Chaos Machine Productions, we knew that the first story we wanted to tell was the story of John and Mary Winchester [...]"-quote because the way this is phrased implies they formed CHAOS MACHINE Productions with the intent of telling this story (first), i haven't been in this dumpster long enough but the name just tickles me in that Misha way, isn't it so sus??? am i missing something???? i mean with this announcement they SURE lived up to that name... 🧩-anon

you are absolutely right, chaos machine SCREAMS misha and we are all here for it!!

hey hey hey. joining the clownverse, there's no way THEE cas girl danneel doesn't know just how much the fandom loves misha and cas. so 2 + 2 = misha in the spn prequel!

AGREED

So I think I finally managed to catch up on wtf happened while I was asleep and my brain melted. What a shit show to wake up to.

Anyway thoughts.

I don't hate the idea of a Mary&John sequel. I think it has the potential to be good (It has the potential to be really bad too, so I'm kind scared).

🕯️🕯️🕯️ manifesting Mary being badass and John being kinda useless🕯️🕯️🕯️

As for the Jensen and J*red thing.

I can see Jensen not telling J*red even if they are still friends, because J*red is kinda good at accidentally telling Secrets. He could have told him right before he announced it so, so that J*red didn't have to find out from twitter. He was on the show for 15 years, he is bound to get asked about it. The public twitter meltdown was really unprofessional so. Like you have Jensen's number J*red. You could have sorted that out in private like a normal person, but instead you choose to act like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

Is it weird that I'm actually going to be kinda that for them if the actually had a falling out, even tho I don't like J*red all that much. They seemed to be really important to each other and while I thought before that the might have triefted apart a bit, I didn't think that the where actively fighting.

- 🐌 anon

the thing is, the polite/normal thing for jensen to do was text him before announcing it on twitter. it's weird he didn't, and that makes me believe that maybe yeah they did have a falling out. especially with the way j*red responded to it on twitter. if he had no other reason to be this upset (no prior beef or falling out) you'd think that he wouldn't be responding like this. on the other hand, the man is a mysterie to me so who the hell knows. i'm not gonna mourn about it if they did/do grow apart because j*red is just.... awful imo.