#and i just bring this up bc when ppl are like 'i sat down and wrote 1k words in one hour :p' i'm like

[theloveinc]

read so many books as a kid that i basically taught myself how to write... and now i always run into the exact same problem in every single writing class i’m ever in, which is that.... i genuinely want someone to pLEASE teach me how to write using a formula😔😔😔😔😔😔😔and no one ever will :((( 

like... i don’t wanna write conceptual, interesting, thematic, literary short stories ... i wanna write janet evanovich style harlequin fanfictions. that’s IT. 

[onlythebravest]

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[chelemlem]

Landoscar flatmates au ? For the au prompts!

OH HELLO. ok this is more neighbours au than flatmates but !

lando moves into his first london apartment trying to get his new streaming company off the ground. it's Not a nice place exactly. the stairwell is a fire hazard and there are water stains wrapped around the smaller-than-he's-used-to kitchen and he's pretty sure his downstairs neighbours are serial killers with the odd hours they keep & passive aggressive notes they leave around (wdym "kindly refrain from yelling when ppl are trying to sleep" who goes to bed at 7pm m8? but ok FINE he can schedule his cod streams for earlier in the day 🙄)

but that's what you get for wanting to "make it on ur own". so to speak

one sultry summer afternoon his doorbell rings and oh worm? it's the fabled downstairs neighbour who he's never met before. he's got floppy hair and bags under his eyes and apparently he's going to be late on rent this month bc he lost his second job. internally lando's like uh ok sure? what's that got to do with me but then Floppy Hair gives him a slow once-over and says: "or i could maybe. blow you?"

and that's??? fuck, why not. the guy's fit. what the hell

he figures out what that was all about later: oscar the downstairs bloke thinks LANDO owns the apartment bc he coincidentally shares a last name with their landlord ?

which brings up like: The Ethical Conundrum. on one hand: honesty, yeah? but lando's morals are fluid at the best of times and tbh the convenience of having dick that good only a floor down is nothing to sneeze at‼️ besides, between his delivery job and engineering coursework, oscar seems to have enough on his plate without adding apartment-hunting to the mix. it's win-win, really? what oscar doesn't know won't hurt him. lando can cover his share

cue 3-5 months of some of the best sex lando's ever had, partly for the normal reasons and partly bc of how Down oscar is to try all the weird kinky shit lando is into (which he chalks up to the fact that in oscar's mind he's essentially selling his body for shelter...... insert vague guilt)

and the problem is lando's growing fond of oscar's like dry sense of humor and his surprisingly good cooking (when he's got the time) and ends up doing all sorts of throat-constrictingly domestic stuff like dropping oscar off at class and ordering extra groceries for him and one day when they're sat in oscar's apartment waiting for the kettle (a shmancy new one lando bought) to boil, oscar jokes "oh am i officially a sugar baby now... a rentboy if u will" lando has a mild (read: severe) crisis about it and just. blurts out the truth

oscar's quiet for a bit. and then he's like: yeah i know

and hi what? the? fuck? but oscar's like uh so i ran into our real landlord a couple of weeks after we started shagging and i know i should have said something when u began paying a third of my rent but. shrugs. i looked u up and it seems like you can afford it (pure electric advert). also i... like hanging out with you. i like cooking for you. i like having sex and enough free time to sleep. i wanna keep doing it if you... (he's blushing now) don't mind

and lando's lowkey like youuu son of a bitch but he recognises he doesn't have a leg to stand on and hey does this mean oscar can actually spend nights at his place instead of walking back to his own apartment ? cut to future oscar cameoing in the background of lando's streams as Anonymous Boyfriend and maxf being like why the hell do you still have him saved in ur phone as "rentboy 💕"

[milflewis]

gonna be boring and ask for sewis if you havent done it before 🙏🏼

this is a love story. like in every shape and form. whether it’s romantic or platonic. real or rpf. this is a love story.

just. the sheer amount of history here. the depth of knowledge and time they have about each other. as long as i have been racing lewis has been there!!!!!!! they knew each other before f1 and during and after. there for all the world titles and wins and losses. i love them in the beginning. and hamilton has found a friend!!!!!! i love them during seb’s years at rbr when lewis is caught up in nico and mclaren and seb is thinking about mark and winning and still. they have moments together. i love them during sebcedes where seb is getting so much enjoyment out of stirring the pot and he’s being such a dick and lewis swivels between ignoring him and laughing. i love them after 2016. in the time where they didn’t know where to place each other and lewis is still reeling after nico and seb is new in ferrari and it’s so bitchy and so full of teeth and then baku !!!!!! what happened in baku !!!!!!!! smth wonderful. and the years after! how they pushed each other and never quite lost that bite but the respect was there bc of That. bc they knew the other would never let up. need you to keep fighting with me next year.

and all this morphs into smth that means lewis would go out of his way to organise a dinner party for seb with all the drivers just to show seb how much seb means to all of them and into smth that means in front of all the cameras and the ppl seb deliberately and carefully only hugged lewis and into smth that means that lewis would bring up seb over and over and over again during 2021 so he didn’t have to talk about max. smth smth a safe space born from violence smth smth.

the joy that seb gets from making lewis laugh to that look on lewis’s face when he sat down beside seb in malaysia as seb cried. he has made the sport less lonely. lewis choosing him and seb over everyone.

there is no lack of bravery in sebastian. i never have any doubts in a hard duel with lewis hamilton. it’s giving i love you. i say your name all the time when you’re not around. just to put more of you in the world. he is rare. we’re witnessing you make history.

it’s how their story would’ve been so fucking good even if it ended at baku. even if they never got over that. it probably would’ve never have grown into what it was but it still would’ve been something but it did! it did become more! it became more bc of baku. and they know that! seb has even said it! and this guy who values fairness and what is right wouldn’t take back baku even tho he was in the wrong bc it. it got him lewis. it got him this

[milimeters-morales]

okay more miles pics that make me use my brain

do i even need to explain this one. he’s eyes.

more below

this one is just cute to me idk why i think it’s bc he’s so small and looks peeved while holding these bright ass pink boxes that give me a funny feeling like haha this person is annoyed while being near happy looking things wait no i figured it out it’s actually bc i love to see spideys doing nice casual things and h their suits

this third and fourth one are actually so close scene-wise they’re just one thing to me, basically the gestures he was doing throughout this scene only made him look younger rather than giving him this sort of energized and easy-to-talk-to adult vibe he was going for. Because look at the third photo, this is the closest he gets to looking like an irl 15 year old to me bc it looks like some kid put on a mask and shirt with matching pants (lighting and angle not showing defined muscle really helps this). fourth one only adds to how young he looks bc of the angle the camera’s at now (slightly up at him, making him look smaller with the sky being so viable now) and him bringing his hands a bit higher up in that questioning stance. Like a little kid asking you the most important question on earth to them ❤️

This one is just straight up funny bc i’ll NEVER be over how he sat his ass down to ask about Hobie and Gwen’s relationship IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT. Like i get ur a teen with a crush and you think you got competition now but can you focus my brother.

and i know everybody and they mama saw this one (sorry it’s got that filter on it, i don’t feel like digging for my actual hd pic) but i still have the same questions i been having: what was the plan here?? go invisible when Miguel got close and just run?? be cute and hope ppl don’t chase you? <- this should have worked btw

AND THIS ONE! SICK SKATERBUG (truck horn blares loudly and cars swerve into buildings as Miles does a kickflip with it)

[crushculture03]

Knight In shining armor

Summary : You’re a princess who falls in love with your fathers head knight, the one problem is that your love is strictly forbidden

Pairing : Knight! Matty x Princess! Reader

Warnings : Medieval Times? , mention of forced marriage, yelling? Fluff, calling matty matthew instead, Love at first sight troupe, Moving fast bc it’s medieval times and ppl got married after like 2 days

Notes : Since this is set in Medieval times, matty goes by Matthew instead since it sounds more 16th century, also i tried to make them sound proper so there’s few contractions so some of the dialogue may sound weird! Also since it’s medieval times they say I love you after knowing eachother for like 5 hours.

Ever since you were a little girl, you were treated like royalty, granted you were actually royalty, a princess to be exact and the only heir to the throne. You were never fond of the royal life, the constant need to be perfect in the eyes of the people and to follow every order your dad, the king, would tell you to do. Though your parents adored you, seeing as you were their only child, they still expected alot from you, as you were the soul heir to the throne of Dunshire.

"Sweetie you're 20 you need to start looking for a husband, you know this, and there's plenty of princes out there who are wanting your hand" your mother said, you groan as she brings the topic up again. "Mother I don't want to marry a prince, they're all pretentious men who have the personality of grass" you respond, " Y/N we understand that but you know its tradition to marry fellow royalty" your father says. "It's a stupid tradition, and one I don't want to partake in, I want to marry someone I love, not marry someone because of their status, Father" you argue, your father sighs "I'm sorry Y/N but thats the rules". "Those are some stupid rules" you yell, before storming out of the dining room and running off to your only safe space, the palace gardens.

You walked along the rocky path that led you to the most reserved part of the gardens, wanting to get as far away from the castle as you possibly could. You finally came across the only bench the gardens had to offer, and quickly sat down with a sigh. You cradled your head in your hands as you began to cry out of frustration.

"Hey are you ok love?" a voice said, you quickly looked up to see who it belonged to, and when you saw the owner of it your heart skipped a beat, it was a handsome young man with brown curly hair and beautiful brown eyes to match, he was wearing a black tunic and beige linen pants, and the way the sun was hitting his face highlighted his angelic features even more.

"I'm fine, did my father send you to retrieve me?" you spat, the man laughed "you mean the king? No he didn't send me" he said, and took a seat next to you. "Good I do not wish to speak to him or my mother" you say, "Can I ask why that is princess?" the man asked. " Please call me Y/N, I hate when people just call me princess, I have a name not just a title that I did not even ask for in the first place" you respond, letting out a shaky sigh.

"Well then Y/N can I ask why you are crying then?" he asked, "Look ..." you said, pausing so he could say his name "Matthew" he responds back. " Look Matthew, I appreciate you caring but if I told you why you would probably laugh" you say as you play with a loose piece of fabric on your dress. "Nonsense, Prin- Y/n, I promise I will not laugh come on just tell me" he says, gently placing his hand on yours, your heart stutters at the contact.

"Fine, my mother and father are forcing me to marry, and my only options are princes because thats the tradition to have royalty marry royalty, but I want to marry for love I want the man I spend the rest of my life with to be someone who I chose,  someone who I love, but love does not matter when you are a princess" you mumble, looking down at your dress.

Matthew places his fingers under your chin and pushes it up to face him, he looks deeply into your eyes, before speaking "Traditions are meant to be broken darling", just his words alone are enough to make your heart skip a beat, "who was this strange man and why was he having such an effect on you?"

You felt yourself leaning closer to Matthew but before your lips could meet you heard the familiar voice of one of the maids calling you "Princess Y/N , Princess Y/N". You groan and stand up, "Will I see you again Matthew" you ask, " Sooner than you may think Y/N" he says, before placing a delicate kiss to the back of your hand. You blush at the gesture, and quickly hurry to go find the maid that was calling for you.

"What is it Mary? My father sent you to get me?" you ask very much annoyed, "Yes Princess, He wants you to get dressed for the dinner tonight, there is a new knight being sworn in" she says, "Fine lets get this over with" you sigh before following her back into the castle.

After getting changed into your formal gown, putting on your most gaudy tiara and tiniest heels, you carefully made your way into the grand dining room. "My lovely daughter, glad for you to join us" your father says as you walk over to your throne, which is next to your mothers, "Hello father" you spit, before sitting down. The Knights slowly filed into the dining room, quickly making their way to the tables and sitting down, awaiting the kings instructions. "Hello Men, tonight we are here to welcome our newest Knight" the king says, the men cheer in response, "With out further ado here he is" your father says before the large doors open reveling the newest knight.

Your heart beat speeds up as you see Matthew walk in, now dressed in the normal knight attire, he walks all the way up to where you and your parents sit, carefully kneeling before your dad. "Matthew Healy, you have proven yourself to be a brave and fierce warrior, for those reasons I know bestow upon you the privilege of Knighthood" your father says, taking his sword out and tapping Matthews shoulders, as customary, "Welcome Sir Matthew to the knights of Dunshire" your fathers voice booms, matthew looks over at you and smiles, before getting up from his knee and walking to his seat.

The rest of the feast goes by in a blur, all you can think of while eating is him, you've only talked once but he's all that fills your mind. You thank God when its finally time for supper to be over with, before leaving you quickly sneak on last glance at the new knight before hurrying back to your chambers.

As you lay in your bed reading, you hear an unusual sound coming from outside. You quickly put on your slippers, grab the candle next to you and make your way out to the balcony. Once you push the curtain back, you're met with the one person whos face you can't get out of your mind. "Matthew what are you doing here?" you ask, quickly pulling him into your room, so no one outside would see. "I came to see you" he simply responds as if climbing up your balcony was a normal gesture. "Why?" you ask, as you make your way back to your bed and sit down, "Because you have not left my mind since we first met" he says, taking a seat next to you.

"You have not left mine either" you say, looking up at him, he leans in closer and pushes a stray piece of hair from your face, before slowly leaning in closer and closing the gap between the two of you. The kiss catches you off guard at first, as you have never been kissed before, but you welcome the feeling of his soft lips against yours. You blush as you pull away from the kiss, "Matthew" you whisper, "Yes Princess" he responds back, normally you hate when people call you that but when he calls you that it makes your heart jump. " Can you stay here tonight?" you ask, "Darling what if someone sees" he whispers, not wanting to get either of you in trouble. "Then let them I do not care" you state, pulling back the covers of your bed and sliding under them, quickly motioning for him to take the empty space next to you, which after a minute of contemplation he does.

You two face eachother, "Matthew why does it feel like I have known you my whole life?" you ask, " I feel that as well darling" he responds, his eyes never leaving yours. "You may think I am mad for saying this, but do you believe in love at first sight?" you ask, "I did not until I saw you" he says before kissing you again. You smile into the kiss and move your hands into his curls as he places his hands on your waist, pulling him flush to his body. "Stay please" you whisper, as you lean your forehead against his, "I am not going anywhere princess" he responds back. You give eachother on last kiss goodnight before you lay your head on his chest and slowly drift off to sleep.

The next two weeks were filled with secret meetings and late nights, as the two of you fell more in love with eachother. On one of your secret meetings, Matthew took you to where you first met, "Matthew what are we doing here" you ask, confused since usually you both would meet in your room. "I wanted to go to the place we first met, the place we fell in love, and now the place where I ask you to marry me" he says, getting down on one knee and pulling out a small sliver ring. "Matthew" you whisper, as happy tears run down your face, "Yes, yes i will marry you" you respond back, quickly pulling him up from the ground and into a kiss.

He carefully slides the sliver band onto your left finger, "I love you princess" he says, "I love you too Matthew" you respond back, before pulling him back into another kiss. unfortunately your happy moment was interrupted by someone clearing their throat, it was Mary your maid, "Princess Y/N and Sir Matthew, just what do you two think you are doing" she scolds, "Mary I-" you try to say but she stops you "I do not want to hear it, but you know who will your father" she says, and roughly grabs your arm, dragging you into the castle. "Matthew" you yell as she drags you away, tears of sadness now streaming down your face as you're pulled away from your love.

"Your Highness" Mary says as she drags you into the living room, where your father and mother are enjoying their afternoon tea. "Yes Mary" the king says, his eyes quickly making their way to you, his face softening as he sees you crying, "I caught the princess and Sir Matthew in the garden together kissing" she says, your father and mother turn to eachother, a look of shock and disappointment on their faces. "I see, well bring Sir matthew to me at once" he orders to the maid, who quickly runs off to find the knight.

Once the three of you are left alone, your father turns to you "What were you thinking Y/N! A knight?" he shouts, "Father please let me explain" you plead but he stops you before you can contine. "No, you know the rules Y/N, royalty is to be with royalty not some knight" he says, but before you can respond the doors open once more to reveal your love. "Thank you Mary I will take it from here" the king says, dismissing the maid. "Sir matthew I entrusted you to lead my army and instead you take a liking to my daughter! How dare you, I should have you punished for this" the king shouts as he steps closer to the knight.

"Father No I love him please" you beg, as you run between the two men, "Nonsense you do not love him, he is just using you to get to the throne" your father says, "Thats not true father, he loves me right matthew" you say, turning towards him. "I am sorry your highness, but I can not help it I am in love with your daughter" he says, gently taking his hand in yours. "Darling" you mom says, catching your fathers attention  by finally speaking up, " He may not be royalty but he is still respectable" she continues, trying to reason with your father.

Your father looks between you and your mother, "I can not believe this" he scoffs, "Well believe it father because before that wicked witch interrupted us, Matthew asked me to marry him and I said yes" you say, as you move closer to Matthew. "Excuse me?" He says, walking closer to you both, Matthew quickly pushes you behind him to protect you, "You are just a naive child Y/N you do not know what you want" the king says, "I am not a child father, I know what I want and what I want is to be with him, and if that means giving up my title then fine. I would rather be with him then be a princess" you respond back.

Your father goes silent for a moment, thinking about what he should say next, having you marry a non royal was bad, but losing you was worse. "Fine" he says, shocking everyone in the room, "You two can marry as long as it means you stay here Y/N" he finishes. "Oh father thank you" you say, running into his arms and hugging him. "I would rather break tradition then lose you" he says, hugging you back, "And Matthew I expect you to protect her with your life, you will not go to battle anymore, you are now assigned to protecting her, is that clear?" the king says, "Yes Your highness" the knight says, you pull away from your fathers embrace and run to Matthew, pulling him in for a kiss. "I love you" you say to him, "I love you too" he responds back, your father can't help but smile when he sees the way you look at eachother, reminding him of the way he and your mother used to be when they were your age. "I suppose a congratulations is in order, i will go tell the kitchens to prepare a feast for tonight" your father says, "Thank you father" you respond, before he and your mother leave the room and head to the kitchens.

You immediately jump into matthews arms as soon as your parents leave the room. "You really meant it when you said you would leave the throne just to be with me?" he asks, " I did" you respond back, matthew smiles widely and kisses you, "I love you Princess" he states, "I love you too Sir Matthew" you say back, the smile never leaving either of your faces.

[charliespringverse]

iwbft – ghosted: a Bonus brief summary of my annotations

all highlighted quotes: 91

· ouch/ow/owie: 5

· real/felt/relatable/so true: 4

· ☹/☹☹/☹☹☹: 4

She said Shrek and Fiona, and then told me she never wanted to be famous. — the double life thing babeyy

“Jimmy,” he heaves out, and I feel a stab of panic in my chest. — just hearing ur friend's name shouldn't be enough to trigger panic unless u already know something is Very Wrong . at which point i feel they should've pushed for further help instead of finishing out the tour

“We can’t leave Jimmy out.” Lister stands shirtless in the middle of the room and spins around on the spot. — fuck yeah trio tingz :')

It almost makes me laugh how polite and casual Rowan manages to sound, despite the fact that our best friend is missing. — IT'S A DEFENCE MECHANISM!!!!!

I only wonder how much of it is my fault. — none of it bb dw :( he is Not With It enough to be thinking abt anyone but himself rn

“But I can’t drive.” Rowan stares at me. “I thought you had lessons.” “I only had three lessons.” And then I got bored, or tired, or busy, or all three. — ... adhd lister btw

Why would he do this to us? To me? — i think jimmy's dependence on rowan is more reciprocated than he realises

If we weren’t in a famous band together, I’m not sure whether we’d still be friends now. — this rly hurts my feelings and it hurts more bc he isn't necessarily Wrong i don't think

“You do know I can play eight instruments, right?” “But not the drums, huh.” Rowan folds his arms. “You will never let me live that down.” — LISTERROWAN BESTIEISM BANTER BABEY

“But you think I’m an idiot who has nothing intelligent to say.” “I don’t think that.” “Yeah, you do. You’d much rather I was the one who was missing right now.” Rowan doesn’t respond. We both know I’m right. — WELL MAYBE BUT U DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME THAT. I DON'T WANNA THINK ABOUT IT.

“I wish you wouldn’t—” he begins but is cut off when his phone buzzes. — i hate that the phone gave him a get out from being open n sincere w lister :^(

“That’s a Southeastern Railway train,” says Lister instantly. “You can tell by the seat patterns.” — [freddie mercury voice] auuuuutism auuuuutism i want to ride my autism (note: this is summat @to-grill-a-mockingbird says and now i can never get it out of my head)

“He needs a night off.” "A night off from … what? His entire life?” Piero chuckles. “Yes.” — i mean ouch but also Yeah

“That was good news. He hasn’t been kidnapped. He just needed a nap.” “Can you not make a joke about this situation for like one fucking minute, Allister?” — could be the tism on my end but i didn't take this as a joke . jimmy needs a break, piero told them that, lister has seen enough to agree . (also: lister has Also contemplated running away so it makes sense he's less eager to bring jimmy back to ldn bc he doesn't see it as fixing the problem the same way rowan does)

Why do I always have to be the serious one? The worrier? Why can’t someone else do the worrying sometimes? — other ppl Do worry . but not so much that it becomes its own problem worthy of therapy

We save the deep chats for Jimmy. Jimmy doesn’t open up very often, but you know Jimmy will listen if you have something serious to say. — vs jimmy's wednesday narration 'we don't ever talk about deep stuff, me and lister bird' :((((

This whole bedroom is something out of twelve-year-old Lister’s wildest fantasies—it’s spacious and modern, with one floor-to-ceiling window, dark walls, LED lights behind the headboard, and a fifty-inch TV. — what u lack as a child you seek as an adult etc etc (space, material possessions, money)

Rowan’s room is always tidy. He puts away his clothes at the end of the day and makes his bed in the mornings. — always craving order & control :(

Rowan loves to criticize me about buying unnecessary things, but all I need to do is remind him of the velvet chaise longue in his bedroom that I’m pretty sure nobody has ever sat on. — comedy gold amidst the agony

He blinks at me. “You remembered my weird order?” — remembering ppl's orders is a love language

“Can I … ?” I shuffle on my feet. “Can we eat it in here?” — i hate that he's so uncertain n lacking in confidence while asking one of his best friends

I’ve always been deeply annoyed by what a high metabolism he has. I work out three times a week with a personal trainer just to stay toned. — rowan's fixation on body image makes me ✨nervous✨

“You were reading?” I ask, eyebrow raised. Lister narrows his eyes at me. “Wow, hilarious." — i stand by my 'lister loves to read but nobody ever assumes that or believes him bc their perception is skewed by him not gelling with academia' hc

“But don’t you see how that’s, like, still very fucked-up behavior, Rowan?” — GET HER JADE

And it’s scary that he thinks he’s completely fine. That this level of stress is normal. That he’s a functioning, well-adjusted human who is able to cope with being one of the most famous musicians in the world with absolutely no help or support whatsoever. — yeah :((

“You kissed him,” Rowan says. “So he decided to climb out of a window and run away.” “I mean, yeah, in summary.” — but no, realistically

Rowan wipes a tear from his eye. “Oh my God. So funny.” He’s properly pissing me off now. — give him a break roseph he's already mentally ill u don't have to embarrass him as well (/lh)

It’s a question I’ve asked myself every day for years. A question I’ve answered in daydreams, in nightmares, in conversations with myself in the shower. A question I still don’t know the answer to, and maybe never will. A question that doesn’t need an answer, now that I know for sure that Jimmy doesn’t like me back. — aaaaaagonyyyyy beyond power of speeeeeeech when the thing that u want is the only thing out of ur reach

“But … the circumstances of our relationship are so challenging. We live in very, very different worlds, and our lives are on very different trajectories. And sometimes I think relationships just can’t survive that.” — JUSTICE FOR LAIMONDI :(

Jimmy fell asleep almost immediately, a feat that would become less and less common as we all got older, but Lister and I couldn’t sleep because we were too busy watching funny YouTube videos on my phone, muffling laughs into our hands, trying not to wake anyone up. — BABY ARK MY CHILDREN

[dotster001]

hii can i request a matchup for twst?? i’m an ace female, 5’0 with a skinny figure and mainly a light/dark academia aesthetic. i’m an INTJ 5w6, really introverted and 100% certain i suffer from at least five kinds of anxiety. i’m extremely closed-off but significantly more open online and to my close friends. i value my alone time very much and it pisses me off when ppl don’t respect my personal boundaries. i’m very cynical, sharp-tongued, and naturally stoic which causes a ton of misunderstandings. my humour is also really cursed. i’m self-deprecating, struggle to accept compliments, and have massive trust issues bcs of my past. i’m very ambitious and often neglect my basic needs when i’m too focused on smth. i also have headphones on like 24/7 (similar to haitham) which frustrates some ppl bcs they think i’m not listening to them. my love languages are defo acts of service and quality time

i’ve whaled so much on merch and gacha it’s embarassing. i take pride on my rhythm game skills and despite rarely getting angry there are certain games that bring out the absolute worst in me (ahem overwatch and league). i’ve been berated by my team so much now i’m numb to being insulted. drawing is my other main hobby (i have an art acc), along with reading and just learning in general. i’m a pre-med so i obv like science but i enjoy history, classic lit, and the arts too. travelling is another hobby but unfortunately i can’t do it as often now :(

just refer to me as 🍦 anon. congrats on 1.5k!

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(hey 🍦 anon! Thanks for your patience! Just thought I'd share that I too am an Intj 5 w6 who likes to wear headphones. Solidarity! 😂)

I match you with Jade Leech.

It may sound a bit manipulative, but Jade slowly "molds you" into accepting his love and compliments. He's too smart to be stopped by trust issues. He respects your boundaries, he helps remind you to take care of yourself, and gives you hidden compliments until, one day, you love yourself, and him.

When he sees your stress level rising, he'll invite you on a hike to the mountains with him. Neither of you has to talk, you just spend time next to each other, away from a stressful environment. If you want to talk about your problems, though, he'll listen. He's a great listener, and an even better behind the scenes problem solver. Particularly if a person is your problem hee hee

He actually really likes the headphones idea. In fact, he might ask you to make him a playlist he can listen to on his hikes and when he gardens and works on his terrariums. I hc a lot of things about Jade, which I will not go into here, but should the loud noises of everyday life/his brother become too much, he'll quickly realize the headphones can make things less overwhelming. Maybe he'll even make you a playlist of mersongs that tell you how much he loves you.

He's in love with your combined drawing skill and love of science. Would you consider partnering up with him and making/illustrating any of his future books? Stole this idea from a fic but I think it works here

Will 100% fund your merch collection, as long as you let him buy you a shirt that says "Jade's favorite mushroom". Non Negotiable. You make him so happy, that sometimes he gets as excited about you as Floyd is about everything. He hopes you'll join him in experiencing the light hearted moments of life together.

You're gaming, while Jade is laying in your lap, and reading a book.

Suddenly, you get killed by someone on your own team, and you let out a string of curses. You see a flash of teal magic, and feel a tickling feeling under your chin, thoroughly distracting you from your rage.

You looked down to see Jade smirking, as he tickled under your chin with a feather. You scowled.

"Sometimes you take too much after your brother, you know that?"

"You mean with my dazzling good looks?" He said, his grin growing.

"Nah. With your ability to inspire rage."

He sat up, and slotted himself in your lap, a remarkable feat considering how much bigger he was than you. Then he gently strokes your cheek, and leaned in.

"At least I'm the only one of the two of us you love."

You would have given him a snarky response, if his lips didn't cover yours.

After a moment though, you felt the feather tickling the back of your neck.

You snatched it, and chucked it as Jade giggled.

[stesierra]

Can I have any context/reason for the moodboard photo girl of with sword for For as Immortality Fades? Just like any context bc I like ppl with swords!

The reason is there's girls with swords in the book. An excerpt is below.

For a second, the snow lions faced off with us, clearly deciding who was weakest. Eysta fired, and her arrow struck the male in the throat. Kerda shot her crossbow at the same time, but the bolt glanced off the lion's cheekbone, missing his eye. It hung from his face like an ornament.

He shook his head, pawed briefly at the arrow sticking out of his neck, and roared thunderously. The sound echoed against the mountainsides, so loud my ears hurt. An arrow or two would not bring down this beast.

The snow lions lunged. A female swiped for my throat with soot-black claws. Her forelegs were longer than my sword. But I swung my sword as she closed with me, cutting deep into her paw. She retreated for a moment, shaking the wounded limb. But only for a moment. Her second lunge was with both legs, intending to wrap me in a deadly bear-hug. I met her with a slicing blow. It split her throat wide open. Blood sprayed, covering my cheeks and cloak. The lion staggered on her hind legs. For a second she stood there, blood pouring down, and stared with wide yellow eyes. And then she toppled forward, right onto me, and hundreds of pounds of meat drove me to the ground.

I gasped under the lion's weight, struggling to push her off of me. My arms were pinned. The fall had driven my sword deep into her chest. What was left of her lifeblood pumped out to coat my neck and face and clot in my wool hat and hair. I tried to roll, to tip the body off, with little success. I lay on my back, staring up at the gray sky. Then the head of a lion interrupted my view. The male, his mane wet with blood, stood over the body and gazed down into my eyes. All he needed to do to bite my face off was lean down.

A battle axe slammed into his head, cutting his face down to the bone. He roared and backed away, giving Dagmod a free second to heave at the body pinning me down. At first, it did not budge. Then Thorm joined him, and together they rolled the lioness off. Her carcass flopped with a dull thud to the earth. I didn't have time to thank my bodyguards. I struggled to my feet and tried to pry my sword out of the female's chest. They ran off to attack the male while he was on the retreat. He did not retreat far. He threw his immense weight against Dagmod, wrestling him to the ground with his jaws wrapped around the man's face. For a heart-stopping moment, I thought him dead, another loyal subject who had given his life to save mine. But Thorm drove his sword deep into the lion's side, and the king of the pride leapt up with another roar. On the ground, Dagmod sat up, blood streaming down his face. He picked up his battle axe with his right hand. He was left-handed.

Beyond them, Eysta's war bow and Kerda's crossbow lay discarded on the ground like trash. The sisters fought back to back with their sidearms. Kerda was faring better than Eysta. Eysta was as strong as a bull, but she fought with a war hammer, which lacked a longsword's length. She swiped out with it and dented a lion's skull. The female's claws raked through her layers of coats, until she swung again and bashed the lion's head open.

I ripped my sword out of my lioness and looked around, trying to spot Sygbril, who had no backup. A lioness ran straight for Gunnove. He took two great bounds forward until he was right atop the lion. He reared straight up with a great clatter of luggage. It freed his huge front hooves. He slammed them into the lion's shoulder and struck at it again when the lion staggered back. Another lion leapt for his haunches. In a moment he had all four feet on the ground, standing directly on the first lion. His powerful hind legs gathered. He kicked straight back and sent the second lion flying. Then he trampled the first lion under his hooves. The second lion slunk off in search of easier prey. Me.

I was limping badly. I'd wrenched both my sprained ankle and my knee. I backed away from the dead lioness and nearly stumbled over Dagmod's rucksack. The live lion pounced. I raised my sword, but she batted it aside. Her black claws extended, the points as sharp as knives. I saw my death reflected in her golden eyes.

Sygbril appeared from my right and threw her shoulder into mine, knocking me out of the way of the lion's swipe. She caught the clawed paw on her own sword. The lioness backed up, snarling. When we both came after her, our swords stabbing and swiping at her throat, she turned tail and ran.

That seemed to be the signal the rest of the pride was waiting for. The animals abandoned their attack, apparently convinced that we were too hard of a nut to crack, and fled up into the mountains on silent paws, dripping blood on the snow as they went. The male was the last to leave, sauntering away as if to say he was not frightened of us, and just so happened to have chosen to go in that direction. He left behind three dead lionesses, whose large bodies sprawled motionless, as frozen as the landscape around them. The lioness Eysta had defeated and the one Gunnove had trampled both lay with broken heads, leaving only a few flecks of red on the white ground. But the lioness I had killed had spilled her vivid lifeblood across a broad patch of snow.

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[we-joyless-few]

Waking Up Again

[tagging @joyful-downer so u can see this!!]

summary:

Nick Lightbearer wakes up again, only instead of a pretty bird or his rat manager, it’s someone rather unexpected- someone… dangerous.

basically a Foggy Jack/Nick Lightbearer fic bc there r only TWO on AO3 and i am going insane

fic and warnings under readmore!

sorry it’s not longer ^^” i kinda ran out of steam for this one, but i have more Jack and Nick stuff in the works >:)

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things to expect:

-3rd POV

-dark content(WHF-typical)

-nsfw(mostly just suggestive stuff, questionably consensual though)

-alternative ending? i guess?

-hopefully not too OOC

-toxic relationship 🫣(>:3)

-more, probably

really hoping i dont let ppl down with this one [sweats nervously]

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Nick awoke with a start… again. His memories came in flashes that caused him to flinch slightly, mostly what happened to Virgil, but also other things done by Foggy Jack. God, why did he have to remember that?

Another thing he recalled was repeatedly waking up beside people who he didn’t remember being with. Honestly, it made him nervous to turn to his right, but his curiosity was eating away at him.

He peeked over to see a blonde-haired figure dressed in all black out of the corner of his eye, which seemed quite familiar… especially as the figure rolled over to face Nick. “Oh fuck,” Lightbearer whispered, scooting backwards until his back hit the juncture between his headboard and the wall.

“Good morning, dear friend,” Foggy Jack responded, his voice coming out soft. He sounded rather tired, but content. “Come back over here, Nick. I won’t bite.”

The musician shook his head fearfully, terrified of the man despite how little of a threat he posed at the moment. “You killed Virgil! Why would I even THINK to get all cozied up to you?!”

Jack chuckled and sat up with a yawn. “I’m not going to kill you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Nick scoffed. “I know I’ve been a selfish asshole, but I’m not worried about me.” His eyes darted around the room, trying to recall any other ways to abscond with himself besides his secret escape path. “Why do you like me so much anyway?”

“It’s… complicated.” Something in the killer’s tone was off; he sounded almost vulnerable. “I liked you long before I was- was this. Hell, I’d point out how your band was everyone’s favorite in my broadcasts!” He moved closer to Nick, making direct eye contact that left the rockstar feeling uncomfortable but unable to look away. “In reality, you were always my favorite. None of those idiotic, mindless, Joy-addled Wellies could EVER understand how I feel about you.”

The red-clad individual felt guilty for- well, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It was similar to the guilt he felt when he let his fans down, and the discomfort that came with pleasing them. Anxiously, he fidgeted with the lacy cuffs on his sleeves and averted his gaze. “I… see.”

“You are my one true love, Nick Lightbearer, and I want you to be mine.” Foggy Jack was just inches away from the other man’s face as he reached up to stroke Nick’s cheek. “I’m your biggest fan- always have been, always will be… Will you please, please give me this chance?”

The guilt was making Nick feel sick to his stomach. “I-“ His voice cracked, so he cleared his throat to try again. “I… guess we can try.” He couldn’t bring himself to sound any cheerier, not even as the other man sounded enthralled.

“Oh, thank you, Nick, truly, thank you!” Jack cheered, immediately wrapping his arms around Nick as he settled himself on top of the other, his head resting on Nick’s torso under his cravat. Not only was he comfortable, but he felt secure in knowing that his object of his affection wouldn’t be going anywhere.

Nick awkwardly placed one of his hands on Jack’s head, running his fingers through his surprisingly-silky hair. The repeat motion of basically petting the other was surprisingly relaxing, and it didn’t take too long for Nick to become more comfortable. His other hand eventually moved to Jack’s back, curiously feeling the soft-yet-sturdy fabric of his well-crafted suit beneath his fingers.

“I think, if we weren’t so famous in our separate mediums, we would have been together sooner,” Jack mused, his eyes closed as he comfortably rested on his beloved.

“Maybe,” Nick quietly replied, nodding a little. “Healthier, too, probably.”

“Hmm, yes, I think so as well.” A soft sigh left Jack’s lips. “But we’re together now, and that is what I believe matters.”

“I- Yeah…” The musician faltered slightly, but Jack didn’t seem to care. “Why do you hurt people?”

“The same reason you did: to get what I want, and reduce my own discomfort.” Jack curled up slightly, as if trying to make himself be as close to Nick in his position as possible. “But you’re doing better now, and, well, I have exactly what I want, so there is no need for me to continue gutting people in the streets, I’d say.”

‘Christ, that’s dark…’ Nick thought, looking at his new partner anxiously. “Y-yep! No need for more killings, I’m right here.” He tried to speak confidently and triumphantly, but in reality he sounded like he was panicking- which he was, but Jack didn’t have to know that.

A smirk pulled at the corners of the killer’s mouth as he heard the fear in Nick’s voice. “What if I did kill again? What would you do then?” he purred, moving further up to rest his head against the left side of his obsession’s chest.

“I-I don’t bloody know!” Nick stammered, his anxiety rising. He felt his cheeks redden from the pleased sound Foggy Jack made at the fearful pounding of his heart. “J-just… don’t kill any more people, please… For me?”

The slightly-shorter man chuckled softly and moved up higher once again, this time being face-to-face with Nick. “I cannot make any promises, my beloved.” Right as Nick was about to protest, Jack took off his mask, leaned in and pressed their mouths together, kissing the rockstar until Nick nearly passed out. “You need to learn to breathe if we’re going to do this.”

Lightbearer coughed and gasped as he desperately tried to reintroduce air into his lungs. “Y-you’re fucking mental,” he wheezed, taking off his own mask to cool down his face. A little sound of surprise left his lips as Jack began kissing his jaw and neck, leaving him an anxious, trembling mess. “J-Jack, you- ghhh-!”

“Hush now, Nicky,” Foggy Jack whispered, pressing more kisses along Nick’s jaw. “Just let me take care of you.” His nimble, skilled fingers drew invisible patterns across Nick’s chest, even tracing his name over his heart a few times. “Don’t be scared… Or, maybe do be afraid. I like seeing you so helpless beneath me.”

Nick whimpered as he lay there. Jack was right: he was helpless, and honestly… it turned him on a little. “L-listen, Jack, I- I’m getting really, uh, tired! Tired, yeah! Um… Maybe we could just… sleep together?” At Jack’s raise of his eyebrow, Nick squeaked and stammered, “N-not in that way! I mean- I mean, uh… You’re the big spoon..?”

A raucous laugh erupted from the propagandist’s chest, making Nick flinch. “Oh, silly boy… I can tell you’re not being fully honest with me, but I cannot pass up on an opportunity to sleep so close to you~” He moved off the other, but kept a close eye on him in case he tried to run.

The rockstar blushed and scooted down on the bed until his head was on the pillows again, rolling onto his side. “Come on, then,” he softly said, inviting Jack to lie down by patting the bed behind him. “Let’s rest.”

And with that, Jack wasted no time in embracing Nick from behind, resting his forehead against Nick’s back. Their height difference would almost be funny to Nick if Jack were anyone else, so instead of a laugh, he let out a sigh and shut his eyes.

“Goodnight, beloved,” Jack whispered, nuzzling his partner gently.

“…Goodnight, Jack,” Nick mumbled in reply, relaxing as best as he could.

End (for now) !!

[sothischickshe]

4?

Thank you 😘😘

4. How much do you trust the reader?

Oof well the reader im most concerned by atm (cos ~theoretically stumbling through a draft😓) is me, and I'm not sure I trust that bitch at all 😅😅

This concept [particularly re ~comprehending the story/aspects] is a bit of a tricky balancing act I think, bc if you as the writer have sat with something for a long time espec while editing/rewriting/tinkering it can be really hard to get a sense of what does come through clearly, espec in a first/single read. And with serialised fiction like multi part fic which isn't published at a fast regular clip, it's impossible to know how much a reader might recall about what's happened already (maybe fic chapters need a 'previously on' segment?!).

Plus and maybe especially as a lover of ambiguity, it can be really hard to know if the sense/s you've tried to convey as an author have come across coherently. I think that's just something you have to accept if that's a style you prefer, and you can figure out how to develop certain aspects/skills better to help; if you want to be surer of things coming across relatively clearly you may have to explicate pretty explicitly and/or repeat more.

But I suppose this is why writing primarily for oneself is important -- if it works for you, then maybe by definition it works for this idealised reader 🤪 both in terms of quality but also of joy, eg if you include easter eggs which make you cackle, maybe they'll brighten someone else's day too!!

further, if you wanna trust the reader, you've gotta create a scenario where they can trust the writer, SuReLy? For example, if you as writer HAVEN'T nailed down what's happening with characters on and off the page or how truthful they're being (in convos but also ~pov) that tends to show; trust of hypothetical ppl probs needs to be earned too.

Ofc whomsoever 'the reader' is is gonna be varied! Can you trust that any reader is going to pick up on your context clues? Obviously not! But I do think writing towards an idealised good faith audience concept can be encouraging.

I suppose it also depends on what you're hoping to trust the reader to do tho! if you can identify, maybe you can ~aid:

Eg: to read your story? Well OK, maybe you can promote it better. To read your story alllll the way to the end? Well OK, maybe you need to focus on making it continually engaging; cut some chaff; have an endpoint in mind. Trust the reader to respond/feed back to the story? Well you can at least request that if it's important to you, and specifying what areas you particularly seek it for will likely help. Trust the reader to interrogate the story? Well, I think certain styles probably encourage this. Trust the reader to reread the story? Well, you better make it engaging then!! Etc etc

Ultimately, I've had ppl comment on my stories in a way which implies they've misunderstood what I was trying to convey, maybe that means I've left it too vague, or that they were bringing their own assumptions and/or didn't read carefully. Does that mean I should trust no readers/completely change how I write? I don't think so, espec when I've also had other ppl engage with the ambiguity in a positive way, or try to crack a secret of the story open, or take the time to try to understand references they weren't familiar with at first glance, or ref things implied-but-not-stated as if they were on the page. It DOES mean though I can consider that it may be worth clarifying or repeating important points if I want them to def be understood by more readers, and that there's some areas where it's probs worth being more specific (eg did I think the setting was obvious cos I could imagine it clearly but maybe that didn't translate and someone could get it totally wrong?). Also how you approach this for different kinds of stories can be v different! Eg a 1500 word short story can easily be v ambiguous & fun for a reader to play with interpreting vs a 200k one probs needs more clarity to not alienate the audience -- if you're referencing line 1 on line one million without any mention of that topic in btwn, I'm not sure you can expect ppl to remember what you're on about!

So I suppose it's about deciding what reader/s you wanna be able to trust -- just you? Just an idealised perf reader type? Or more broadly, and if so how wide? Can you make it work on multiple levels?? And overall yea, I don't think you can be asking an audience to trust you without making it abundantly clear you're trustable at storytelling!

Writing meme: ashamed edition!

[neensies]

okay so these are the lovely little main characters of the dream i had i thought it would be fun to draw them,,, alice was tge only one with a name so im calling the other two boy and girl,, no clue why she was grey??? noone really pointed it out so im assuming it was normal for her erm.

anywyas more information on the entire dream below i just dont want it to take up much space erm

so basically it was in some sort of university?? everyone got a message on their phones with a timer saying that they should hide whenever the timer reaches zero,, when it DID reach zero some weird little shadow creatures took away ppl who werent hiding or something?? the timer then reset and started counting down to zero yet again.  anyways.., during the short period of time where the beasts(???) werent attacking, the ppl in the school were supposed to go out of their classroom and look for supplies like food and chargers, bc if their phone died, they wouldnt know when the weird shadowy things would come out again i guess??

alices phone is nearly dead and sge is FREAKING out. shes hiding in a classroom thats suuuper cramped with ppl hiding, so she decides to run out and look for a more empty room that has a charger in it. the school is some weird sort of nonsensical building, it just consisted of long corridoors that branched out into even MORE smaller corridoors FOREVER and ever.

anyways she gets to the microbiology section of the university?? and she hides in the “microbiology bathroom” (????? like does that mean its exclusive to microbiology students?? why is noone else allowed to use it) and goes inside right before the timer reaches zero again and YAY theres a charger. the room looks empty but theres a guy hiding in there (the guy is the above depicted boy). boy says that the charger doesnt work bc the last group of ppl that hid with him abandoned him and broke the charger, and he hasnt been able to leave since bc hes afraid of getting yoinked by the shadow critters. alice decides to help him scavenge for food and stuff. over time more and more ppl hide in this room with them, including above depiced girl. she didnt do much she was just really mad this was all happening (most normal reaction ever to this scenario), thats it she just sat there and complained. everyone called her evil incarnate for some reason she was literally just sitting there idk WHAT their problem was with her. ermm  i dont remember anything interesting after that but i remembered how the characters looked rly well so i thought doodling them would be fun. would doodle more of my dreams since i write them all down but idk which one id start with

also tgus is the summary i wrote seconds after waking up (i dont know what the last part was it was like a reoccurring theme everyone kept bringing this guy up they got so mad at me when i said idk who he is)

[horce-divorce]

ppl are always asking me how my parents love me so much AND don't want anything to do w taking care of me. And I don't know. Sometimes I tell myself "it's ok, my parents are older than my friends parents and they do a lot, I'm an adult, etc...."

But then like. Idk.

I sit in the kitchen for HOURS trying to eat and prepare my food. It takes me so much effort and I visibly struggle with it every single day. my mom doesn't like to eat so she just ignores this. Today I have been sat in the kitchen for hours following minor facial surgery. My diet is even further restricted right now bc I can't chew. I'm Terrified of not eating because it only takes a couple of hours to crash once I stop. Tomorrow will be rough.

I tried to explain this and ask for her opinion about what I should eat/not eat in the AM. She kept shooting down all my ideas just like.... Getting visibly annoyed. and then she was like "idk I ate soup when I had mine out. I'm tired we'll troubleshoot in the morning." And really she's only even in that mindset bc dad has COVID and she's feeding him anyway.

Meanwhile I got on the phone w my friend who I hadn't talked to or seen in months the other day and I made an offhand comment about how hard eating and meal planning is right now. And she IMMEDIATELY started googling a soft food diet and sending me ideas and spitballing w me. Like it makes me cry. Tbf my friend is also a mom of 4 kids but like. My own mom doesn't care if I eat because she doesn't care if SHE eats. Ykw i mean. Like idk that does hurt my feelings. And she needs to eat too.

It's not like she's NEVER there for me I mean she drove me to get my teeth knocked out, she went back to Walgreens 4 times in the same day to make sure me and dad meds, she cares an awful lot about like, if I live. But she is sooooo hands off about my health in general. She really only goes back into Mom Mode when I'm having an emergency, and even at the ER it kinda felt like it was all about her.

My therapist has been bugging me to talk to her Abt it bc I want to... Like, I'm in too poor of health right now to have indifferent housemates. I need help. But I also know for fact my mom does not want to give it. I know that in reality you "don't stop being a parent after 18 years" but like idk she really has kinda said "I ain't doing that shit." I can't make her stop being scared of my emotions/health. I can't make her stop feeling guilty.

She just doesn't wanna be involved. And yeah the more my health declines the more that kinda rubs in the attachment trauma we have to begin with lol. when I turned 12 and started getting horrific periods, dysphoria, and suicidal ideation her response was...."no you don't!" And to remove me from my support system, and to deny me medical care. I don't. BLAME her bc she couldn't have known better. I don't hold a grudge. But that HURTS. That trauma was life defining for me and the fact that she still can't even handle the mere idea that I'm not perfectly healthy, at 30, is....not building our relationship idk.

But now it's all on me. It's my job to bring it up if we ever wanna heal this. I don't know how. I don't know how.

[sofipitch]

The weirdest “criticism” I’ve seen with all the reviews coming in, is that the people who have wrote them are white and they want to see what black critics saw about about the show “because they are the only ones who matter,” and like on some level I get that with two black leads and so forth but on another level it feels like they are insinuating that the only people who like and are excited for the show, both on a fan level and a critical level, are white when in my experience….the white fans have been in the dissent column while many of the black and non white fans I’ve talked too have been in for Penny in for a pound since the casting got dropped and have only got more excited.

Overall, it feels like people are using “I don’t see black critics getting advanced copies of the first five episodes” (which yes is a problem) as like a statement that If they did the show’s pre-release date would be VASTLY different like they don’t want this show to do well, and are couching it in very “concern” language.

And also….the first non spoilers review I watched DAY ONE AFTER the embargo was a black media critic who was just as excited and down for it as everyone else seems.

Sorry for the draggy comment, I just needed to get that out. Feel free to delete, I don’t want to bring down the good mood or get you in trouble. Have a good day/night. Seeing u on my dash always makes me smile!

Yeah I agree that it seems unfair to say the show is actually bad bc we don't know of any black reviewers. Especially because it has been white fans who have caused the most dissent, they simply find the one POC who agrees with them and put them up on a pedestal and even lie and say it's "multiple POC" who agree with them when usually it's just one.

And I also agree with what you said about there needing to be more black reviewers, it shows more the bias of the entertainment industry/nerd culture that white voices are amplified while others are not. Especially when you think of like, nerdy analysis youtube channels and shit like that, they exist but at more of a cost than their white counterparts. If they have less followers than some random white guy, how much is their content vs racial prejudice? I'm sure they are also much more likely to get nasty comments hurled at them.

I don't watch a lot of analysis videos on yt but I do watch Princess Weekes and I will be waiting VERY patiently for her to do an episode on IWTV once it comes out. She wrote an article early on in support of the race change, pretty neutral, just saying it could be interesting.

I also read that to get the screeners you had to ask for them yourself and show that you are a journalist or run a nerdy social media. Which I get why AMC might do that, less work on their part, but also whenever you ask ppl to advocate for themselves you leave behind those who have been told their whole life that is wrong. They just come across as "shy" or "quiet". Like have you ever sat in a room with a super entitled white boy? I'm not saying this is reflective of everyone who got screeners or works in the industry but some people are obviously more likely to think highly of themselves and are willing to petition AMC and that comes down to race too.

It's a complex issue but I'm hoping that a lot of this "the show won't be good!" and white ppl saying it's "offensive to POC" will finally stop when the show comes out and ppl can just make up their minds for themselves rather than white ppl trying to say what BIPOC (or what BIPOC "should") think

[seongminiz]

yess hehe i figured it’s not a full cb but maybe teasing it? i need to watch rtk soon but im bad at like finding time to do stuff that requires my attention span if u know what i mean🤕🤕

possessive bf minhee… hmmmmm.. i’m soooo unoriginal but thinking about sitting on his lap at like a frat party or smth.. thinking about maybe wearing a longer skirt and he can fit his arm underneath to tease u.. maybe even dipping his fingers inside ur cunt.. no one else is rly paying attention cuz they’re too busy drinking n chatting and committing their own acts of debauchery (??? idk if i used that word correctly)… kinda into edging rn so im thinking about him making u beg to cum but ur so torn cuz.. like it’s soo public🤭🤭 also throw in that maybe he saw u flirting with someone else or being flirted with.. like taeyoung or serim…

- 🧁 anon

aaaaaa sorry i fell asleep :3 i hope its not a cb too ngl , they need to rest n i hope if starship wants them to drop an album they'll wait a little after rtk .. at the same time tho , if they have a cb too late after rtk ends the hype will have died down already so idk what the best option is :( bc as much as i hate the fact they have to participate , rtk is bringing them a lot of new attention (see : the concept film having like 1 million views in just 4 days or something) n tbh same i decided i wont watch the full episodes , i'll just watch crvts parts on twt/yt 😭 i cant be bothered to keep up with it lmao

now , to the good part of this post („• ᴗ •„)

ur like genuinely insane in the most positive way possible bc ?!!??!!??? idc if its unoriginal (is it tho) idcccc this idea is so good :(( n he'd soooo do that bc someone has been flirting with u (lets say taeyoung bc . yea why not .)(im having a little taeyoung brainrot moment)(wait I DIDNT EVEN SEE THE LAST PART WHERE U SAID TAEYOUNG OR SERIM STOPPPP WHY R OUR BRAINCELLS CONNECTED) but u r either too clueless to realize n r treating it as a normal friendly interaction , or ur flirting back bc u know how minhee gets when hes jealous n the whole time minhee is just acting like hes fine with it (when hes actually just thinking how to get back at u for it) . after a while the party kinda dies down n theres less ppl n ur kinda just chilling while sitting on minhee's lap when he slips his hand under ur skirt , at first u dont rlly think abt it , hes just brushing his fingers along ur thigh, but then he starts touching along the hem of ur underwear. u r kind of alarmed bc even tho theres less ppl than earlier , u r still in public ?? but minhee doesn't rlly care - n maybe u dont care that much either , considering how the thought of getting caught (especially when taeyoung literally just sat down right beside you) is making u wet :3

(srry not that good im still kinda hungover oopsie)

[strawberriandromeda]

The signs as things i like about ppl i know

Aries: i had an Aries friend in high school who likes to make jokes poking fun at me but when i return the favor she gave me this Intimidating Glare and I'd back off. I had a tiny crush on her for this

Taurus: my aunt is very stubborn and argumentative with everyone but when it comes to me she is very sweet and loving. I feel like her purse dog. I tend to be most Tauruses' purse dog now that i think of it. I dont mind tbh. Extra: My good friend during hs is a girl I met on here and it sincerely felt as if she was (and still is) my soul sister and someone who gave me a lot of self confidence during that time just by caring about me. I'll be her purse dog whenever

Gemini: my mom is the best mom in the world :D. I had to include that first. Anyways the real story is that my first boyfriend is a Gemini and he was really sweet and i would always stare at him with unabashed affection bc he is very handsome and kind and has wonderful humor. It didn't work out bc we were more platonic than romantic but its fine because im happy he was my first boyfriend :)

Cancer: i never got the opportunity to be close to many Cancers in a sufficient way but everytime i meet a Cancer i get super excited and tell them we're water siblings and they get excited back :) yaaaay

Leo: my brother. He is lame but he cares for me and defends me and gives me advice when I'm sad. Same as Cancer, I don't know many Leos but if they're like the better parts of my brother then i am happy they exist

Virgo: every best friend i have is a Virgo!! I love them so much that sometimes i want to cry. I really think they're perfect that i even think their flaws are perfect. I sincerely hope i get married to one for realsies and fall in gay deep homosexual gay love with them even if they're a guy. My ex bestie in high school broke off our friendship and it totally and completely crushed me for months. I didn't think I cared so much but she helped shape my ideas and dreams for a long time. Now im lucky to have two more Virgos in my life who also provide meaningful companionship except without all of that bitterness attached

Libra: they are so cute and sweet. I never got to meet my maternal grandma but i got very attached to my aunt who is a Libra and I consider her my favorite aunt. My mom told me that she acts like my grandma so im happy to love her bc it kinda feels like im loving two people. The person in front of me and the person i mever got to miss. Me and my grandma would have gotten along :')

Scorpio: ough oughhhhh. I tend to have really intense loving friendships with Scorpios that end up fraught with the misery only a stereotypical Cancer and Scorpio would bring to the table. When i had a crush on my friend he was always looking out for me even though he was also a huge jerk. I forged a deep friendship with my ex best friend/ex girlfriend who is a Scorpio and it all got burned to the ground several times. The only time i was truly content was when i was keeping my distance and loving them from afar. I dont even care if this doesnt apply to all Scorpios but im grateful it applied to my Scorpios. I miss them but i never want to talk to them again. Hopefully im mature and strong enough to handle the next Scorpio in my life if they should come. Hopefully i dont have to be

Sagittarius: My good friend in high school who is a Sagittarius was really dear to me. She was the first person to talk to me even though she was awkward and shy, too.

Capricorn: I had a crush on a Capricorn for the longest time. For a time, there was nobody else for me but him. He was unattractive, rude, condescending and pretentious and always seemed to be talking down on me or making fun of me. And i adoooooored him. I think i enjoyed the arguing.

Aquarius: My first ever partner ever was an Aquarius. I remember one night before we dated when we both sat down on the beach away from everyone else to look at the stars and the waves. She told me that the lights of the city in front of us felt like a calling, and i asked her if she felt pulled by it. She said no. She wanted to stay here forever. That idea frightened me because i was afraid to be lost and alone. I never got to understand her, and i really regret that. I was just too young and immature

Pisces: a person that means a lot to me is a Pisces even though he will never talk to me again. Not because we fought but because we drifted so far apart that even dropping in on him feels wrong. Which is sad because for a moment in time we were the two closest people in the world. Whereever you are, please know that you were a pleasure to have around.