#and accidental product placement

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Random thoughts on Vice Versa ep 11

I should preface this by saying that I am making a distinction with my thoughts this week between the show's narrative choices (which I am quite disappointed with) and their design choices (which I have come to appreciate and I talk about in my other ep 11 post).

At first watch, this ep didn't have the impact I thought it was going to...and that is reflected in the fact that I only wrote about a quarter of the amount of notes during the ep as I had done with earlier eps. But let's go through them...(be aware, I do a lot of ranting, so take it all with a pinch of salt 😄 I still love the show despite my negativity here - I wrote this mainly on Sunday morning when my emotions were still high.)

The ep started strong, so strong. I had to pause immediately when the 'one day earlier' popped up. I thought, 'This is it! We get to hear/see what happened with the portkey stuff. We'll get to know more about Tess and Pakorn!' - HA! little did I know... Anyway, Jimmy was amazing in the ambulance. This time he woke up it was much better. And maybe he was trying to portray the difference between Puen waking up here and Pakorn waking up at the end of ep 10...but the latter didn't really work. Anyway, I thought it was super interesting that Pakorn 'drowned' for him and Puen to switch back...but then nothing came of it. No mention of it, no acknowledgement that it was how Talay had switched originally. That would have been a good parallel to explore more.

I was initially happy to learn that Pakorn did indeed experience what the 'lore' says -> he dreamed, he went to the location (the swimming pool) was accidentally punched, fell into the water unconscious, almost drowned, and then travelled back to his own universe. And that's why Puen travelled. BUT I am super annoyed that we didn't discover/weren't told whether a) Puen also dreamed the same time as Talay (i.e. are they really portkeys?!) or b) Tess dreamed the same time as Pakorn (i.e. are they portkeys or not?) Why, of all the things that happened in this ep, why was this not addressed?! This is one of the MAJOR plot points of the series - the universe hopping and the portkeys needed to hop back. WHY did we not learn these things?! (The show had better redeem itself by telling us this in ep 12).

Ok, now for something good...potentially the only thing mind you - I love how Puen and Talay have had all these different ways of communicating throughout the show -> the writing on the back, the mouthing of words, the messages on the helmets (maybe I've forgotten some)…and now Puen tells Talay his name by writing in the sand. I thought this was a wonderful continuation of a motif in the show. Oh why couldn't more of the ep have been like this...

And now back to the rant... I CANNOT believe Pakorn and Talay didn't take a moment to fill each other in on what had happened in the past two years. Damn if it had been me I wouldn't have let Pakorn go until I knew something. The same goes with Puen and Tess -> Puen had so much time and so many opportunities to just ask Tess what had been going on. BUT NOTHING! (Or it happened 'off-screen' and wasn't important enough to show it).

"Why did you give me an hourglass?" Thank you, Talay, for asking the question I did after ep 9… And the response was great but I don't see why they needed to wait until ep 11 to show it. "Though we're apart, we will meet again someday and spend time together once more. Just like this hourglass. It goes from one side to the other, like our universe-travelling". Yeah, makes sense...but what else? They didn't go anywhere with this idea...

But a month!? Talay was waiting for the low tide for a month?! Was that really necessary? Like, why couldn't a boat go over anyway even if the tide wasn't low? Isn't it better to be higher? Couldn't the time obstacle have been because Talay couldn't find a boat or someone to help? And I find it hard to believe that the Friend Credits group would have just accepted that Talay was awol for a month. We could have had more of them, being supportive and seeing their new dynamic with Pakorn back (and maybe Aou and Fuse crumbs!). Gah!

BUT Talay did get back to his own universe even though I hadn't expected it so soon in the ep...

What I was expecting (ok, half-expecting...hoping...) was that Talay's brother would be another cameo...or Puen's PA...or the dude in the bathroom (did he really need to be there? It seemed like an unnecessary interaction when Talay could have already had the cinema ticket)...or even Puen's co-star...I waited with bated breath each time one of these characters turned up only to be disappointed when we didn't even get that. (I know we got a cameo of Film - the producer...but that's not the same as another actor/actress like we've had before).

AND THEN GMMTV GAVE US THE SECOND FAKE-OUT IN AS MANY DAYS. First with the kiss that was just a fantasy in The Eclipse, and then with the hug that...was also a fantasy in Vice Versa. I want this 'trope' BANNED.

From the crumbs that we got, it seems like Tess actually is a terrible person and Pakorn should stay well away from him. But this makes me want to know even more what happened between Tess and the Friend Credits group when Tess returned - so. much. potential. WASTED. (Maybe we'll get this in ep 12...?)

I felt this ep fell back weakly onto the faen fatale trope - first with Puen's PA, then with Puen's co-star - it didn't need this jealousy 'I'm not good enough for him, he's obviously moved on' self-confidence issue. There could have been enough obstacles keeping Puen and Talay apart without this. We knew that Puen had been very proactive with trying to find Talay...so we could have had a montage of them both being proactive but always just missing each other because they were both looking too hard. Why couldn't Puen call Talay/Tess' phone every day? Why did Puen think a freaking POST-IT NOTE would be enough?! There could have been a myriad of things preventing their meeting -> Tess breaks his phone. Puen tells the PA to let Talay see him if he tries but the PA decides to do the opposite. Talay gets tickets to the premiere but gets prevented from going by outside forces. Puen goes to Talay's house just after Talay has left to go to the studio to see Puen...SO MANY OTHER CHOICES.

Yes, we got the "Ai'Dang". Yes we got the reunion in the glasshouse cafe. But at what cost? It felt like the show was trying to force this 'ending' and I wasn't even surprised when it came because it felt predictable and contrived. And now the show is hinting a return to the other universe…but what about their families? And friends? And careers? What about all the morality of this that they talked about for the past 10 eps? It just feels wrong, so I hope the preview is leading us on and that they won't actually switch...but I don't know anymore.

One thing that I feel prickly about already for ep 12 is the reference to the moon at the end of the preview -> "We finally get to see the same moon". What do they mean 'finally'? At what point have they not been able to see the same moon? Do they mean the same moon as in their original universe which they missed in the alternate universe? If so, why have they not mentioned this before (or have they and I've missed it)? Or do they separate for an extended period again (but why and how in one ep?! Do NOT have a time skip, please), each having a moment under different moons for this to make sense? Why have they not peppered references to the moon throughout the series to make this an important moment? I know there's been a picture of a moon in Tess' alternative universe apartment, and I noticed Puen also has one in his original universe apartment...but that's all. I honestly don't want to wait a week to be disappointed about this as well 😂

Okay, rant over. I do still love this show but I felt this ep could have been better narratively and still hit the same beats/plot points.

[sunnywalnut]

Today I saw my first Starbucks ad that had careful product placement, no words or obvious promos, and just two people having a good time.

And to that I want to say.

Fuck you Starbucks.

I know what you're doing.

Lost enough money due to supporting Israel that you've finally turned to sneakiness? Your brand suddenly isn't enough to sell? How saddening.

Like I know that brands and businesses do product placement. I know they do ads and promos. I know they do things to show their "customers"(actors) having a good time with their products. That's not just a Starbucks thing.

But what IS a Starbucks thing is the sneaky approach to it now. They were so careful to have the only logos showing being on the cups. It's subtle. And it's definitely on purpose. Trying to get you to crave both the drink and the experience.

BUT HEY.

REMEMBER.

STARBUCKS AIN'T SHIT GUYS.

IT'S BITTER, OVERROASTED COFFEE BEANS IN A CUP COVERED UP WITH ENOUGH SUGAR TO KILL A MAN.

There's no fucking way that you're going to be enjoying yourself while choking down a caramel French toast macchiato that tastes like licking a dirty brick y'all.

Also like. They're supporting genocide, so.

Maybe. Don't fall for the new promos. Okay?

Free Palestine.

EDIT: I have since been informed that the Starbucks brand itself is not complicit in genocide and instead, it is the CEO of Starbucks who is a Zionist. I have since made an apology post for accidentally spreading misinformation in the reblogs and have tagged my sources with evidence. If you can, please do repost that version of this post instead.

I will still be leaving this version of the post (the original) up and unedited, because I do not want to appear as if I am trying to change the narrative in any way or pretending as if what I have said doesn't exist or effect people.

While I am more than a little embarrassed about my initial approach to the subject, I have since learned more proper ways of threading together my thoughts as well as vetting my resources thoroughly. Thank you, and I hope you have a good night/day.

Free Palestine.

[wallflowerglitter]

Does dude eat anything other than hot pockets?

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Destiny's Child - Jumpin', Jumpin' 2000

"Jumpin', Jumpin'" is a song by American group Destiny's Child as the fourth and final single from their second studio album, The Writing's on the Wall. The song was co-written and co-produced by group member Beyoncé Knowles and Chad Elliott. "Jumpin', Jumpin'" became a commercial success, peaking at number three on the US Billboard Hot 100 and within the top ten in Australia, Canada, Iceland, the Netherlands, New Zealand, and the UK. Chad Elliott was compiling beats for his own rap project and accidentally sent one of his beats (with no lyrics attached) on the same disc to Destiny's Child with potential songs for their second album. Beyoncé heard the song, began writing to it, and sent a rough draft to Elliott, who was impressed with the melodic, syncopated-rap delivery. The completed product would secure a placement on the album The Writing's on the Wall and would ultimately become Elliott's highest-peaking and highest-selling song in multiple global markets, as well as the first song that Beyoncé received a co-production credit. "Jumpin', Jumpin'" peaked at number three on the US Billboard Hot 100 on August 19, 2000, becoming Destiny's Child's fourth top-ten hit, and remained at the position for five non-consecutive weeks. It became one of the biggest radio hits of 2000 and the group's second longest run atop the chart behind "Independent Women Part I", which reigned for nine consecutive weeks. The video for "Jumpin', Jumpin'" was directed by Joseph Kahn, who previously worked with the group on the video for "Say My Name". It recieved a total of 64,1% yes votes!

[kichiyosh1]

Finally free from lots of work and chore aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

(Just for the heads up, I'm really sorry for the rant I instead doing than ramble ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄)

The next part of deceitfully your mak3 me scream, lord I need a man like cross dress scaramouche. He's creepy but I love him.

Also a thought about cross dress scara.

Imagine him getting popular among girls and them keep asking for him to hang out with the girl, he was annoyed consider whenever he ask for you to also join, the other girls were somehow surprise and down. (just imagine the popular mean girl group ask him to join but he also include you)

Imagine scara who realize not many people like you because you didn't share the same opinion about boys, some say your just asking for attention by pretending to be scared. Oh how he wish he can just beat all of those word back to their mouth, how dare they?!? Saying stuff like that about you! Only he can do that! is what he thought when he hear the nasty rumor.

Cross dress scara who keep asking the teacher if he can be place near you always, need a group? Oh can you be so kind to place me with [name]?, have some project? Oh [name] be my project partner. Ect Ect.

Also the though of cross dress scara who make 2 lunch when he realize you keep buying the cafeteria food. He says he accidentally made more for him and his sister, while in reality he go so much as far to ask you about your favorite food (how much you like your egg done is, how much rice you would like, how much seasoning and so on with the detail) while you didn't notice too much about the topic when the two of you were going home from school. Him who make an 'extra turbo maximum pro efforts' with your lunch and he has a decent effort lunch while his sister has the leftover of all the ingredient he just use (you= a cute bear/cat/character you like with many side dish like meat and vegetable, him= a decent mean any other human eats normally, his sister= anything scrap, but still presentable. Half an egg roll? Sure why not put it in a place where it look like it's full. (she can't complain to her mother because none of them can't cooked))

Cross dress scaramouche who keep getting popular and popular the more day he going to the school. Who always have girls looking up at him while he deceitfully fool all of them. He who have visit your house and meet the sole reason why you have a very close minded to men. Him who butter up your mom to make her thrust him enough that he will protect you from other men harms. Him who now remeber your emergency house key placement after your mother thrust him enough to protect you. Him who keep suggesting you had a sleep over with him in your house while you play it like a normal thing to do.

Cross dress scara who definitely hug you form behind while you were asleep when he sleep over, making sure the door was close and he got a recorder to record you while you sleep. Who brought camera to take your sleeping face (like his wall is not full enough with your picture now), he who take a peek at your bathroom and noted the many different products like sampo and soap you use so he can also use the same one.

My head is SOO full of cross dress scara to the point I wish he was real OMG I need him he's creepy and kinda gross but I need him.

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Rei you legit just wrote the most jaw dropping scenarios for this au and I'm loving it!

note: He is viewed as a 'girl' from other's point of view

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When the other girls try to invite him over to their table he'll try to politely decline at first, saying he has somewhere else he has to be yet they're always so persistent to the point he has to clench the fabric of his skirt in order to ground himself. Besides, why would he want to hangout with a herd of stuck up girls when he can be—

as if on cue, you walk through the doors of the cafeteria

"come on, we really don't mind if you sit here and-" he was already walking away, his focus solely on you as you gave him a small wave when you noticed him approaching you. "[y/n], perfect timing. Luckily for you I was able to snag us a table before all the seats were taken." he says taking ahold of your hand and leading you to the table he's previously been at. The girls tried to hide their shocked expression when Scara brought you to their table, both from how he so nonchalantly ignored them just now and because out of all the people he decided to befriend it just had to be you.

Scara was aware that some of the girls in the school disliked you for disliking boys, often hearing how they whispered about how weird you were for being the way that you are, and it takes every fiber in his body just to hold back and to not shove the student's binder notebook down their throat and tell them to shut up and mind their own damn business.

The quick switch from his crescent-eyed smile directed at you to his disinterested gaze looking back to them made a shiver crawl down their spine. One of the girls fakes a cough, trying to get your guys' attention.

"You sure are lucky we saved you a seat, huh Scara?" his eyes twitched wanting to scrape his name off of the girl's tongue. "Yes, though it would seem there aren't anymore seats left for you guys." The look of confusion passed around the table left even you slightly baffled by what Scara said. A loud thud resounded around the space when his hand collided on top of the table as he gave them a smile, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Get lost."

It's also common for him to find excuses in order to just be in the same group and or partnership with you for projects. Fr the type to pull out a whole ass presentation about "100 and more in counting reasons why me and [y/n] were made for each other should be group partners." at this point the teacher doesn't even bother stopping him from suddenly declaring himself a part of your group or him transfering you to the group he's already in. cheeky little thing.

I'd like to think he's terrible at cooking, but he gave it a shot and got better and better the more he realized you liked his cooking. The little goofy smile on his face whenever you complimented the meal he made for you. He does disregard your questions as to what he was going to eat for

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I don't mind the rant one bit, so please don't apologize!

I promised myself I wouldn't write anything and just react to what you sent but i couldn't help myself

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The more I read and read the more my imagination started to flourish with your amazing headcannons. He just wants to love and be loved by you that his actions go from cute to overly obsessive without him even realizing it (he doesn't even think watching you sleep is crazy!).

Overall he does have good intentions but his methods of expressing them are definitely interesting.

I might write a few more headcannons for this ask so thank you for sending it in rei :)

[eoieopda]

Yoongi + “runaway bride” I’mma leave this one up to your interpretation bc I know I’ll love it either way and also wanna see what you come up with 👀

oooooooh!!! v excited by this prompt, lol. this is, um, going to hurt kind of a lot at the beginning, but stick with me!!!! also, i accidentally made this >3.3k words….. which i will proofread when i am no longer exhausted 🤪

the one with yoongi and the fucking hydrangeas

ft. POV shift, pining & correlating angst, reader who’s🎵 a runner she’s a track star 🎵, a #nonspon vans product placement, a very unfortunate namjoon (sorry, buddy,) childhood idiots in love

Yoongi sat in a seat chosen specifically for him not because he wanted to, but because he knew how much time you’d sacrificed in writing every place card by hand.

To be clear, he’d never wanted to attend this rehearsal dinner in the first place. Unfortunately, he knew the stakes. That wasn’t something he’d dare to say out loud — especially not to you. Not in that restaurant while you fluttered between tables and shined your warm light on every single guest, one by one. Not ever, because you’d slipped through Yoongi’s fingers the second Namjoon slid that ring on yours.

If, in twelve hours’ time, Yoongi could force his deflated body out of bed, he’d have to watch quietly while you got away for good.

There was nothing he could do about it, either, so he swallowed that grief with a mouthful of bibim nengmyun. He knew it wasn’t the food that tasted so bitter on his tongue; however, on the off-chance that it was, he followed suit with another ill-advised swig of makgeolli.

During the two subsequent hours he sat and stewed at that table, Yoongi had lost count of just how many glasses he’d had. His eyes never lingered on the bottle, sticking instead to you and the smile that didn’t seem to spread beyond the curve of your lips. Every now and then, you’d glance his way — and every time you did, there was a microscopic twinge at the corner of your mouth.

It felt like a signal, something cryptic, but he wasn’t in the proper headspace to begin making assumptions. For the first time ever, you’d hit Yoongi with a look he didn’t know what to do with, and that fact drove him insane. This was what he was afraid of, after all — that the invisible string between you would be re-routed to someone else, and the telepathic link you’d always shared would disappear with it.

Your friendship had started early because your respective mothers had grown up together, and found each other once again as adults with two kids each. Back then, both of your front teeth were missing and — if Yoongi made you laugh too hard at routine, weekend gatherings — banana milk would occasionally fly out through the gap. He was nine-years-old and had no concept of it, but now he knows that he loved you then.

He loved you when you were ten, and you kneed a classmate in the dick for bullying Yoongi on the basketball court. You were two years younger and half his size, but you were a force to be reckoned with.

He loved you when you were fourteen, and a wave of brand new hormones made you a little bit of a fucking nightmare to be around.

At seventeen, twenty-one, still.

Now.

There, while everyone around him clinked their chopsticks against their glasses and Namjoon accepted the crowd’s wordless demand that he kiss you.

Yoongi had done well enough with your previous relationships. None of them made him feel like this, though, and he’d spent two years unable to put his finger on why. Sandwiched at that carefully chosen table between his mother and older brother, it finally clicked: None of them ever threatened to last.

Yoongi had never been a particularly hopeful person, but buried deep in the back of his brain, there had always been a crumb of it. Part of him, however stupid, thought you’d end up together at a dinner like this. All of this was the last nail in the coffin, the alarm clock screaming that it was time to wake up.

Suddenly more nauseous than he’d ever been before, Yoongi scooted his chair back so abruptly that it scraped along the floorboards. Just as quickly, he got to his feet and made a beeline for the exit. Of all the heads that turned to watch him leave, yours was the only one he noticed in his peripheral vision. He could feel your eyes on his back — pictured how confused you must look — and it only made his stomach acid churn faster.

When he finally made it out to the patio behind the restaurant, Yoongi’s suspicions were confirmed: closed for the season. Fitting. He wasn’t in the mood to heed the signs, so he stepped carefully — one leg at a time — over the hip-high metal gate and gulped down sharp, late autumn air. As he did, he begged himself to get his shit together for you, if not for him.

He spent several minutes out there, maybe even hours, sitting on a bare, metal chair and glowering out at the trees at the edge of the property. He hated himself, he realized, for how easily he wasted time. Let it slip by unnoticed while he stood still.

The clock seemed to mock him, ticking faster from behind him as if time was going to outrun him again.

At least, that was his first guess.

Yoongi quickly learned that the clicks weren’t signaling the passing seconds; they were broadcasting the urgent beat of stilettos on brick. So, having figured that his mother had appeared outside to gun him down, Yoongi glanced over his shoulder and braced himself for the be-all, end-all of scoldings.

What he got instead was you and the undeserved concern that caused your eyebrows to furrow.

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly once you reached the gate. With your manicured hands on the cold metal, you shivered, but you didn’t seem to notice. “Did you eat too much of the gochujang? I definitely did, and now I’ll be up all night with heartburn.”

Yoongi felt as though he’d been punched in the chest. The memory caught him in a riptide, beat him bloody against the rocks because he could’ve sworn he was sixteen again, stacking old encyclopedias under the headboard of your bed. He’d read somewhere online that, while sitting upright in a chair can exacerbate reflux, sleeping at an angle could help.

He was dizzy when he blinked back at you and saw your lips moving. He had to focus hard to figure out what you were saying.

“You remember that?”

Yoongi struggled to even out his breathing; he had no hope at all of finding the plot he’d lost. “Huh?”

You grinned and it made up for all the stars that had been hidden by grey clouds overhead. “The encyclopedias,” you chuckled, “They worked, you know.”

Yoongi didn’t mean to say it. He knew it before, during, and after it slipped out of his mouth that it was the worst goddamn thing he’d ever done, but he couldn’t stop himself — couldn’t shove the bullet he’d shot back into the gun. With the way it exploded through his chest — I love you — he was surprised that his body was still intact. No viscera sprayed out from the exit wound, no stains appeared on your chic, white cocktail dress.

You opened your mouth but closed it soon after, so clearly stunned by his unsolicited admission that you couldn’t find the words. Yoongi had no expectations whatsoever when it came down to your reaction because he hadn’t meant to provoke one in the first place. Even still, the wounded look on your face was worse than anything he might’ve imagined.

The two of you stood in tense silence for so long that Yoongi’s soul had nearly ejected itself fully from his body.

“That’s not fair,” eventually came your shaky reply. You clenched your fist tight around the top of the gate to anchor yourself and stammered, “Yoongi, that is not — Why would you —”

As soon as he aimed to take a step in your direction, your shock gave way to a scowl that could’ve boiled him alive.

“Why would you dump that at my feet? Tonight, of all fucking nights, Yoongi — seriously?” You snapped, though it sounded like a sob. “What am I supposed to do with this now?”

Now?

He didn’t know how to respond. He was paralyzed, inside and out, and he deserved it. Who the fuck was he, forcing the burden of his feelings onto you?

Selfish. Stupid. Out of time, as usual.

The makeup you always took so much time on started to run alongside your tears. Yoongi had seen you cry before, though he’d always been the reason you stopped, rather than started. He hated every single one of those muddied, black tears because he knew you. He knew you would have worn waterproof mascara if you’d had any reason to anticipate crying on your special night.

“I’m getting married in the morning!”

Your reminder was a dagger flying out of your mouth, sticking him right between the ribs. It stung as images flooded his mind — of you and Namjoon, your guests, and your out-of-season, imported fucking hydrangeas. It hurt even worse to see how badly you shook as you glared at him.

“Yoongi — fuck!”

Before you walked away, your eyes locked on his for a fraction of a second. In that moment, Yoongi promised himself that it was the last time you’d ever have to see his face.

When you were little, you pictured your wedding day like a moment ripped straight out of Cinderella. In your head, you’d wake up to birds singing at your window and mice scurrying around your feet, eager to dress you in a gown of epic and magical proportions. It’d be perfect. For years, you’d been sure of it.

In reality, there was no waking up because there hadn’t been a single second of sleep to begin with. No beauty rest, no sweet dreams of marital bliss — just you, feeling as if you’d swallowed a car battery. It sat heavy in the pit of your stomach, let acid burn all the way up to your esophagus. And it’d been all too easy to toss and turn in your hotel bed, which laid perfectly level on top of a plush, floral rug.

You crawled out of bed without the assistance of altruistic rodents and shuffled your dead weight over to the mirror hanging on the opposite wall. For once, your imagination had been accurate. Your puffy eyes were red in the aftermath of all your tears. They ached above circles so deep and dark that they would’ve alarmed you if you hadn’t expected them.

Namjoon had seen you at what you both believed to be your worst. Neither of you could’ve ever predicted that the Corpse Bride would be the one staggering down the aisle towards him. He’d love you anyway, you knew it, no matter how you looked. But if he knew what you spent all night toiling over…

You shook your head and abruptly turned away from the mirror. There were several of your dearest friends bustling around the room next to yours, all of whom were waiting on you. Swallowing hard, you headed for the adjoining door and promised yourself that the only person you’d let down today would be you.

You lost all track of time when a blur of hands went to work on you. If you’d closed your eyes while you dissociated, you could’ve pretended that your assistants were those woodland creatures you used to dream about. But you couldn’t close your eyes, couldn’t sleep through this part, couldn’t let your mind wander all the way back to that patio.

It’d been terrifying, staring your own heart in the face like that. More than anything, it was confusing because it didn’t look like you expected it would — not like an organ at all, but a person. You’d gotten so good at ignoring it that you couldn’t reasonably expect yourself to recognize it. It knew you, though, and loved you. Apparently, it always had.

As you sat in that hotel room, far away from the patio, you pictured every other moment you wished Yoongi had said what he did. The thousand times you’d thought for sure he felt the same, and all the ways you distracted yourself when you resigned to believing he didn’t. Every person you dated until you finally managed to move on —

“— please, love?”

You blinked rapidly to force your eyes to focus. In front of you, your mother stood with a knowing smile on her face and a sokchima in her hands. You didn’t need to ask her to repeat herself; you took the hint and rose slowly to your feet.

“I was nervous on my wedding day,” she hummed as she pulled the undergarment gently over your head. “Hungover, too, but your grandmother does not need to know that. Frankly, I’m surprised she couldn’t tell with how bloated I was when she helped me get ready…”

The bright scarlet chima followed without so much as a word from you. Your heart slammed helplessly against your rib cage when your mother proceeded to tug the sleeves of your jeogori up your arms. This moment should be special, you thought bitterly. All you wanted to do was cry; to apologize to your mother for your total inability to care while your wedding happened around you, not for you.

Soon enough, you were dressed. Your friends and older sister gushed about how beautiful you looked — the perfect bride — like you weren’t caught in the web of an anxiety attack. Like it wasn’t all wrong, and you weren’t dangling on the precipice of your life’s greatest mistake. Like you hadn’t spent so much of your hard-earned money on invitations and greenhouse-grown, special-ordered fucking hydrangeas.

Like you could catch a fucking breath under all the layers of your hanbok.

Sensing that a moment alone was necessary, your mother kissed your cheek and ushered the others out the door ahead of her. Before seeing herself out, too, she stalled in the threshold, turned back around to look at you, and exhaled through a pause.

“I left your shoes by the dresser,” she chirped.

The gentleness of her tone was reassuring, but there was a faint gleam in her eyes that caught your attention. Before you could ask after it, she nodded firmly once and let the door click shut behind her.

Alone again, your instinct was to do the same thing you’d spent ten consecutive hours doing — burying yourself under pillows and crying until you ran out of tears. But you had run out, which was precisely was the problem. You had no options left, nothing left to do but lean in.

At least, that was your first guess.

Your list of choices expanded by one when you saw the well-worn pair of slip-on Vans your mother had set out for you.

Yoongi sat on the edge of his bed with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands.

Only two meters away, a garment bag hung from the hook on the back of his bedroom door. That bag — and the crisp, black suit it concealed — lingered there for weeks in the shadows, untouched since the day he bought it. Even though it hadn’t left its hanger, he felt it smothering him throughout the night. It choked him while one thought ran circles in his sleep-deprived brain:

The reason he bought it was the same reason he’d never be able to wear it.

Sick of the way he’d trapped himself with his thoughts, Yoongi pushed himself to his feet and crossed over to the door. With the way he flung it open, knob slamming against the wall, he’d likely never recover his security deposit. It felt good, though, taking his grief out on that godforsaken suit.

On his way to his front door, Yoongi stopped short. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a cabinet he hadn’t opened in weeks. As he stared at it, the devil and angel on his shoulders warred over the action he wanted so desperately to take.

Sure, he’d recently — finally — quit at your insistence, but what did that matter now?

He gritted his teeth and shook his conscience off his shoulders with a shrug. Within seconds, Yoongi was on the other side of his kitchen, grabbing an unopened pack of cigarettes and the lighter that lay in wait next to it. He closed his hand tight around it so he couldn’t see the Hello Kitty stickers you’d placed all over the plastic; your attempt to dissuade him from using it in public.

Joke’s on you, he thought as he placed a cigarette between his lips, your plan backfired. Leaving your mark on it the way you had was the only thing that’d kept him from throwing it away — and the only reason he still had a lighter to use at all.

Yoongi opened his front door with one hand as he tried to ignite the lighter with the other. No matter how many time he flicked the pad of his thumb over those little metal ridges, nothing sparked. Defeated yet again, he slumped down onto the porch swing, closed his eyes, and willed himself not to break down over something so stupid.

He had no way of knowing how much time passed as he sat like that. He had no way to tell who those urgent footfalls belonged to, either. That is, not until panted breaths hit his ears and prompted him to open his eyes.

Admittedly, Yoongi had pictured you in your bridal hanbok more than once throughout the years. Half the time, it hadn’t even been purposeful. From first to third grade, you’d rambled to him about your dream wedding on your daily walks home from school. You spoke about it so often, in fact, that even he started thinking about what embroidery a mouse might add to the hem of your chima.

As the pair of you got older, you brought it up less, so Yoongi didn’t think about it often. The image crept up on him, though, once in a while. Every time you brought him as a plus one to your friends’ weddings because you didn’t want to dance alone; and he nearly told you that he’d always want to be your partner.

Or that time you cried through your worst ever heartbreak on his couch, lamented that you’d die an old maid, and never get to wear one.

Even as recently as last night, when he drank half a fifth of whiskey and grieved over the fact that he’d never get to see you wear one.

He couldn’t make heads or tails of the real thing, not with the way you’d doubled over to catch your breath; and bunched the ends up in your fists, presumably to prevent yourself from tripping as you — ran here?

“What did I tell you about the cigarettes?” You puffed, still with your hands on your knees and your face angled at the sidewalk.

Somehow, despite running five kilometers to Yoongi’s doorstep, you hadn’t displaced a single hair from your artfully crafted up-do. Your makeup hadn’t budged, either, which meant that the only sign of your expended effort was the tint of pink on your cheeks and the tip of your nose.

You’d outrun his train of thought in your scuffed, old Vans. Yoongi had to buffer for a moment in order to catch up, but the involuntary smile fighting its way over his mouth didn’t bother to wait. Eventually, he recited your long-suffering appeal, smirking all the while, “They’ll fuck me up, and I’ll have to be wheeled out onto the basketball court in an iron lung.”

“Exactly.”

With one last, deep breath, you returned to your upright position. The second you did, Yoongi was the one choking up.

Rapid blinking did nothing to stop the tears pricking at the inner corners of his eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat to the best of his ability, but he couldn’t shake the inexplicable flutter in his chest at the sight of you. You’d always been perfect, but this was —

“Oh, my god,” he croaked, thoroughly melted from the inside out.

Yoongi stood before his brain could signal his legs to do so; or remind his hands not to drop the phone, lighter, and cigarettes he’d been holding. His eyes, on the other hand, knew exactly what to do. He drank in your appearance like he’d spent the last twenty-two years wandering, dehydrated in the desert — and in a way, he had.

You blinked back at him with swimming eyes as if you’d found sanctuary, too. Suddenly aware of what you were gripping, you opened your fists and let the fabric flutter down to the ground. While smoothing out wrinkles that didn’t exist, you asked softly, “Not bad for a bunch of mice, right?”

“Look just like a dream,” he replied just as gently.

Yoongi’s hands, which were thankfully now free, reached out and grabbed yours. You followed his lead as he spun you, twirled under his raised arm until you ended up with your face mere centimeters from his.

“Yoongi,” you breathed. Your eyes danced from his, to his lips, and back again. “If you wait another twenty-two years to tell me how you feel, please pick a time and place that is mutually convenient. I swear to God, I’ll —”

It came out much more easily the second time than the first; and when it did, it felt more like a beginning than a bomb:

“I love you.”

[bengiyo]

Only Boo! Ep 1 Stray Thoughts

Let's see how the new GMMTV BL goes. There's going to be dancing in this one.

This show insists on being a comedy, so we will tune ourselves for such.

EP 1: CHANGE

Seems like Moo has had to choose his aspirations to be an idol over school.

Okay, the mom working in entertainment is an interesting wrinkle in her opposition.

Idk about this rich boy, but he seems comfortable with his mom.

Suddenly Milk Pansa.

It always looks so hot in Thailand.

I enjoyed the energy of that first meet. I hope they don't ruin it with "met as kids" reveals later.

A bicycle is a pretty reasonable adaptation.

Kang's actor is kinda reminding me of Fluke Teerapat.

Wow, BL, a new accidental kiss. I don't think I've seen a bike moment since Love in Translation. We should combine more BL moments with personal mobility devices more often.

This guy has yaoi hands.

Idk if this Moo kid is gonna make it, y'all. I hope he proves more adaptable in the coming days.

This kid spent all of his money on a racing bike on the first day. Bruh.

This kid thinks he has the Entertainer background and will just dance for his meal. Incredible.

Thank you for that flashback. I had forgotten the previous scene.

Welcome back, Aun.

Hang on, in into the advice the director gave. I hope we stick with the good educator vibes.

Wow, he took that advice as "Flirt with the decent neighbor. Got it."

This was an amusing start. A surprising lack of product placement. Starting to wonder what GMMTV is going to do with this shift in sponsorship funding.

[nejlepsipohadka]

(tohle bude podle mě velmi těsné)

Propaganda pod čarou:

Anděl páně a Anděl páně 2

Lepší jen pokud by ježíše hrál Střihavka, ale pak by to byla příliš mocná pohádka

-spoustu ikonických hlášek ("já jsem věděl, že kradete... ale že tolik?") -mladej švehlík probouzí pocity i ve mně, lesbě jak poleno -accidental český aziraphale a crowley??? ano prosím, a je to bezesporu jedna z nejlepších dvojic v českejch pohádkách, a na petronelovi a uriášovi (respektive trojanovi a dvořákovi) to stojí a nepadá (+ fakt, že se v pohádce takovýho homofoba jako stracha objeví queer ship) -klíčnice a správce jdou velmi zdárně ve stopách všech pohádkovejch zápornejch pletichařů u dvora -všechny ty drobný křesťanský narážky na svatý a bibli, který jsou fakt vtipný a přináši to ducha vánoc (alias jemnou a nenásilnou propagandu) do všech bezbožnejch českejch domácností, včetně tý naší -je to prostě klasika (tm) a dá se na to koukat fakt s celou famílií -díky druhýmu dílu existuje ta ikonická fotka trojana v kostýmu s cigaretou -čistě osobní, ale točilo se to na hradě, kde jsem průvodcovala, a ukázání jednoho z filmovejch míst bylo vždy highlightem prohlídky a před koncem mi to probudilo i tu nejospalejší skupinu

Ať žijí duchové

Je to urban fantasy, je to muzikál, je to komunistická propaganda ve které je celá jedna písnička jako product placement. Studnice hlášek pro každý den. Jouza. Tenhle film naučil mládež stavět si vlastní vozidla ze součástek a pít Alpu. A taky že se nemá pít za volantem. Legendární speciální efekty. Rychločtení všech hříchů nezletilých v republice v podání Věry Tichánkové. Jouza.

[welcometololaland]

2023 in summary - slightly less productive than 2022, with way more speed bumps than usual (lying catatonic in bed for a month was not on the agenda, surprisingly). Here's to a better 2024!

Fandoms: I added to the chaos this year by jumping into Top Gun Maverick, but Ao3 tells me my beloved in 2023 was 911 Lone Star. I also wrote more RWRB fics, so that rounded out the holy trinity.

Total words (on Ao3) in 2023: 404,508 of posted fic (with a few thousand yet to go). 2023 pushed my total word count over 1 million 💜

Total words (unposted, in my Google Docs but written in 2023):

40k approx of Pet Store AU (co-write with @strandnreyes)

14k approx of Call Me (co-write with @rmd-writes)

44k approx of Eurotrip (although I think I only wrote about 15k of that in 2023).

3k of The Ring-In 2.0.

1k of Christmas fic.

31k of 10 Things I Hate About You AU.

11k of Product Placement.

so...like a LOT of unposted WIP.

Most recent fic: a long time ago (we used to be friends)

Longest fic: the fic above at 166k approx (my longest ever! for now...)

Top fic by kudos: Fifty First Dates (the oodie agenda reigns supreme)

Top fic by comments: Cursed is a State of Mind (cursed coffee is a hot topic)

Projects for 2024: Finishing something of the above? If my most recent RWRB fic does okay, maybe I'll dedicate my whole summer to Eurotrip? Idk. I keep running out of steam worrying it's going to be a flop lol.

What I want to read: SO MUCH. guys. I'm so behind. I'm so, so sorry. I need to finish Knave 3 by @liminalmemories21, the Gabriel fic by @wandering-night19, the prompt fills by @strandnreyes, first aid by @heartstringsduet, the angsty fic by @carlos-in-glasses, bottom carlos that came out the other day by @goodways, the food fic by @reyesstrand, fear kidnapped tk fic by @birdclowns, the boxing au (is it out yet?? i'm seriously so pathetic) by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and legit so many other things that are just not at the top of my mind yet. OH and i am frothing at the mouth to read accidental couples therapy firstprince by @cha-melodius and i heard that @cricketnationrise and maybe someone else wrote a fic about oodies?? @celeritas2997 send me the links!!!!!!! and the percy jackson au by @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- and @happiness-of-the-pursuit. also i never sat down and finished to build a home part 3 @freneticfloetry i owe you that please don't think i've forgotten!!! okay guys do you see how frantic my brain is now? please don't judge me i'm sure there's WAY MORE i'm just forgetting. everyone send me their reading lists!!!!!! i finally have time!!!!! also i'm gonna put @celeritas2997 sweet sweet voice in my ear and listen to her podfic to calm me down. OH AND ALL THE SNOWFLAKS (@everwitch-magiks @clottedcreamfudge @athousandrooms @dustratcentral @three-drink-amy @indomitable-love @villiageidiot @rmd-writes).

Lolaland over and out! (Maybe, maybe there is time in the year for a couple more thousand words...)

[secretsecretbunny]

What's one thing you can say about working in the industry you work in? Like a secret that's not exactly a secret if that makes sense.

your faves probably smoke a lot of weed and also usually have quick access to NDAs so they can fuck. they really be handing out NDAs like candy in this industry and they are STRICT AF. also your faves get paid more from doing commercials and social media ads than they do from music. like doing a single ad from the right company will get them more than their royalties most of the time which is why you see SO much product placement. ALSO on that note, most of the "OH NO I ACCIDENTALLY SHOWED THE BRAND ON LIVE!!!!" is 100% on purpose and they're getting paid for it.

probably not the truth you wanted but it's the truth you got

sorry if that wasn't coherent I am not sober and am relying on autocorrect

[doodle17]

Five Nights at Freddy's Re-imagined

DISCLAIMER

This wasn't made to "make a better fnaf" or that the original was bad. The original games will always hold a very special place in my heart, and I really appreciate Scott and the characters and world he's created for us.

That being said, I never liked the Fnaf lore when it started to get more sci-fi than horror. I don't like the confusing tineline and overall, a lot of stuff just feels unnecessary to me. So, I've made this AU to be a re-write on how I see Fnaf. The lore is simple, there is no such thing as remnant, or anything like that, at least not at this point of the writing process (but don't get your hopes up)

The storyline and lore for this au are bound to go through multiple different changes, possibly with different releases of future movies, or if there's certain things I missed that I want to add. This whole thing is still really new, and it's definitely going to get changed quite a bit as it goes on.

Now without further a-do, let's get into the details.

Timeline: Fnaf 4, Fnaf 1, Fnaf 2, Fnaf 3 (SL time placement still being decided)

Schmidt Family (taking the role of the Emily's)

Mike Schmidt (oldest sibling)

Abby Schmidt (youngest sibling)

Garrett Schmidt(middle sibling, posseses the Puppet)

Mama Schmidt(unnamed for now, deceased)

Henry Schmidt (deceased)

Afton Family

William Afton(deceased???)

Mama Afton (unamed, divorced after the bite)

Vanessa Afton (oldest sibling)

Crying child/Cass (second youngest sibling, deceased, posesses GF)

Micheal Afton (middle sibling, lives with mom after the bite (which he caused), cut contact with the rest of the family after. Named after Henry's son, Mike, by William. Hinting at possible jealousy)

Elizabeth Afton (Youngest sibling, Williams step daughter from his second marriage before her biological mother died)

Storyline (for now)

In the early 80's, William and Henry think of the idea for a Pizzeria chain. Henry's family knows little to nothing about it, as Henry wants it to be a surprise for his son, Mike. While the idea is in pre-production, Garrett is born and it is at this point Henry is started to reconsider the idea. To spend more time with his family, he decides to quit and leave it to William. William dislikes this, a LOT. He never was right in the head, and this was the thing that pushed him over the edge, and he tracks down, kidnaps and kills Garrett.The Pizzeria opens in '85, debuting the newest animatronics known as Fredbear and Spring-Bonnie. Only after two years a terrible accident occurs and it involves Aftons kids. Micheal Afton accidentally harms his brother, causing the infamous bite of '87. After said incident, William didnt want his Pizzeria to associated with said accident, and has the two animatronics replaced almost immediately after to give the place a brand new label and brand. Cass (who I'll refer to with that name until any other name is confirmed) is fatally injured, and has hallucinations, resulting in fnaf 4. Cass succumbs to his injuries and dies around a week later. He posseses the Fredbear Animatronic.Despite the death of his youngest child, William is instead rather fascinated with how a machine he created for entertainment could do so much damage, and then proceeds to think of the many capabilities of his robots. This leads to him creating multiple animatronics, which just end up collecting dust in a back room, but end up helping him with figuring out what he can add to the main 4 he uses now.Later on for unknown/possible self indulgent reasons, he kills 4 kids, ranging from 8-12 years old, with the help of his daughter Vanessa to cover his tracks. He hides the bodies of each child in one of his animatronics until he can take them out to properly dispose of them. He eventually forgets though, and this is when the complaints for the animatronics movements and smell start coming, and the children now possess the animatronics.

This is when fnaf 1 will take place, which is around the late 80s-early 90s. It is a mixture of fnaf 1 game plot, and the fnaf movie. Mike gets a shift as the night guard while the pizzeria is still open, but it's starting to go downhill at this point, and is on the verge of closing its doors soon. The plot with Mike and his family stays somewhat the same as the movie, with slight changes to fit with the plot of the game. William is springlocked, the pizzeria is destroyed and the authorities decide this is the time to lock the place up and bulldoze it.

Before it can be fully destroyed, some investors feeling nostalgic decide to re-open Freddy Fabears pizza with brand new and shiny animatronics. The whole place is fixed, remodeled and given a shiny new coat of paint and neon, around the early to mid 90s. The main 4, Springtrap, and a few of the empty suits that survived are put in a new backroom for parts. When the main 4 aren't fitting to well with the new setting, they are scrapped for their good parts and left in the back, and are then replaced with the Toy animatronics. We follow Jeremy Fitzgerald as he works his night shift and encounters the many animatronics. When he goes home at night he sees things in his sleep, which are more realistic/ non-8bit reenactments of the secret minigames. These are from Garrett trying to warn him. Later on Jeremy is trying to stop Mike and Vanessa from getting the place shut down. They try to explain to him why, and that if it doesn't shut down soon, people are going to get hurt or worse. It eventually all goes to hell when a certain old friend of ours finds a way out of the backrooms and kills an employee, and messes with the new animatronics, causing them to become extremely aggressive with guests. Luckily, they manage to shut the place down, and William is locked up once again.

I'm still trying to figure out what could be happening with Fnaf 3, but I'll try my best here. The Pizzeria is reopened in mid to late 90s, almost the 2000s. This time as a walk-in attraction/haunted house. It doesn't need much remodeling to make it have the haunted/ run down look, so very few changes are added to the pizzeria. Abby is getting visited by Garrett/Puppet, saying he needs her help to free her friends and him. She later on she encounters Micheal Afton who works at a gas station that is on the way to her walk from school. It is later revealed that he has also been visited by his brother, Cass/GF. Unlike Abby though, he is to afraid to go back to the pizzeria because that day still haunts him. Abby tells Vanessa and Vanessa decides to help her. Van works as the nightguard, and sneaks Abby in every night. Abby helps the kids similar to how you help them in the third game ( the minigames) and it is later revealed that William still isn't dead and is hunting down Abby. Abby is hurt and is sent to the hospital, which makes Mike very upset with Van. She tells him what's going on and they decide its time to finish this. They try to burn down the pizzeria, but have to fight William to do so. No matter how hard they try he seems unstoppable. Micheal shows up and tells them to get out, and that he'll give up his life to keep his dad inside and burn the place down. Once the match is lit, Mike gets to see Garrett one last time and Van sees Cass, and he and Van escape as the Pizzeria is then engulfed in flames.Micheal and William are both presumed dead. Micheal finally gets the closure with his little brother, and he and all the souls (minus William, hes going to a less better place) are freed for good.

Thats all for now! Once again, the stories are probably gonna get updated a lot while I figure some more stuff out. I'll definitely doodle up some designs! Maybe...

I also should probably mention that this is techbically an AU, so characters designs will be a little different. They'll also have my own headcanons with them.

If you guys have any ideas on characters, or storylines or anything, please let me know!

[hurlumerlu]

Really the funniest side-effect of a product placement ever (beside me feeling annoyed everytime i pass a blue suzuki) is the way Not Me low-key convinced me White has an eating disorder with all their soy milk scenes. And by funniest I mean weirdest and most accidentally unsettling.

Pretty sure the only times we see him eat something is when he stole Sean's snacks as a cover & when he scarfs down rasmalai to get out of Gram's room. We do however see him sit before rich, full meals looking extremely uncomfortable and refuse food in favor of his little drinks. Yes there are almost always reasons for theses scenes in context but the way they add up does not paint the prettiest picture. "My son is fine" your son drowns himself in the bath recreationally and only ingest liquid food. And all because they had SangSang as a sponsor.

[justafriend-ql]

hi mel! for the bl ask game: 🧸 and 🎥 <3

for the bl ask game

🧸 friends to lovers or enemies to lovers?

i LOVE friends to lovers. it gets me every time. especially if it's childhood friends to lovers. there's a special kind of nostalgia and grief related to growing up and separation at play then, and it always ruins me. i love the tension of teetering on the razor-thin line between friends and lovers, the hesitation and fear to reach out, and the intimate fondness that shows through once they're in an established relationship.

enemies to lovers has it's own delights, but i think it's harder to pull off well. most "enemies to lovers" series i see are more like "rivals" to lovers, or the animosity is based on something so silly i just can't buy into it. plus, it's difficult to take characters through the enemies to lovers or enemies to friends to lovers journey in the span of 10-12 episodes.

🎥 favorite trope

hmmm there are so many (of varying levels of insidiousness) to choose from... going to the beach, product placement gags, there was only one bed!, sponge baths, accidental kisses, prat falls, etc.

one that i actually quite like is wound tending, maybe because i like hurt/comfort in general. usually, those scenes let us see the more caring side of the character tending the wound and the more emotionally vulnerable side of the character who is hurt. patpran, kanthua, and palmnueng are some of the pairs that come to mind when i think about this trope.

[ssaalexblake]

The difference between home makeover and DIY SOS is that the former is so filled with brand advertising it causes whiplash, and yet with the latter the BBC aren't allowed to do product placement so everybody is doing all that stuff for literally nothing bc if a company or brand name does accidentally make it on screen they blur it out 😂

[papercherries]

Robot Dreams. (Don't read further than that section).

I just saw Robot Dreams (and the new ghostbusters, I tend to see films in bursts). Robot Dreams was astounding, an amazing meditation on relationships and isolation. I was sucked in by its charming newspaper comic aesthetic, (I'll take a shot in the dark and say the new yorker, but in truth I have no idea what it's inspired by), it's true dedication to a dialogue-less film and it's immersive world. It's sense of loneliness struck a chord with me, a longing for that special someone. It is a feeling that I suspect we have all come to know. Being stuck on someone who you had to leave behind and then seeing them with someone new was heart wrenchingly real, especially for a "kids" film. I'm very glad this is the case, I think children have a much higher emotional intelligence (and intelligence in general for that matter) than it seems or is culturally imposed upon us. These are things that probably will happen at some point in someone's life. I know it has happened in mine.

I dare not describe the film any further, lest I accidentally spoil the emotional beats. Though I will mention two references I noticed during the film, one was surprising, the other was less surprising but I was still surprised I caught it. Near the start of the film there's a reference to Spike Lee's character in his directorial debut (feature), She's Gotta Have It, where Spike Lee plays Mars, one of the lovers of our main character. He is seen wearing a big chain with the golden words "MARS". The second was a very brief reference to Taxi Driver. I am unable to recall when in the movie this was but when Dog is stuck in traffic, there's a brief wide shot of the traffic from ahead of them. In the forefront of this shot there's a taxi. With a green shirt, dark glasses and rough look wearing guy, with a small, heavily bearded "animal" in the back seat. He may have been shouting at him, my memory is fickle. Also I can't remember what animals they were. Though I want to say Crocodile (Travis), and a Pig (Scorsese).

(I actually forgot it was based on a graphic novel. My mistake).

I then watched the new Ghostbusters. The less I say the better. There was too much going on. Plot wasn't developed properly. Pacing was awful. Writing was cheesy (in a bad way). Not bad enough to be so bad it's funny. Not mediocre enough to watch as popcorn media. The only compliment I will give; At one point Slimer reaches for some cheetos and a real hand with sfx applied picked up the cheetos. (I presume a real hand, or really good cg. I prefer the former). I thought this was a little funny. There is also an egregious amount of product placement.