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dairy-farmer · 2 years

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I'd like the idea of an AU in the time where jason die and tim becomes Robin. Bruce he vents his anger on the, and the treats badly, doesn't care. He decides to compromise with himself by pretending not to care while slowly installing cameras and bugs in tims househouse. And hacking and displaying feeds from places tim frequents and it gets so bad he bugs tims phone and even inserts a microchip tracker into tim one time when he was unconscious when tim got badly injured. Inevitably bruce It be

EDIT: hello, two people have let me know this prompt is apparently from someone named mantamobu's thread on twitter the original i've linked here and i would love it if many of checked them out!! i'd like to believe that the original anon meant no harm and was likely just enthusiastic about an idea they liked and wished to see more of but I also bear a bit of responsibility since I recently started following mantamobu and had actually seen those tweets before and thought I recognized the idea but then assumed i was wrong since no reference to it was made.

i really do appreciate every prompt send to me! but i do have a concession and if you want to send in prompts from a tweet or post made by someone i'd love to be able to link them and show them what I made with their idea.

but also in all fairness i never made that known before so I do think it was just honest mistake from someone!

still there's great news attatched to this edit!!! mantamobu added more to their original thread about 5 hours ago from the time I'm writing this!!! so you can see how they take their original idea further❤️❤️❤️.

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I cannot stress how much i LOVE fics where tim gets the short end of the stick while training as robin!! because canonically he does get treated differently from dick or jason or damian from how they were trained and treated, it makes sense why bruce acts like that. jason's death is a fresh wound, still bleeding and pulsing pain and tim is, in many ways, vinegar, lemon juice, and salt sprayed onto it.

i think bruce tried to do his best but ultimately had to push tim's training onto others because he couldn't handle being tim's primary trainer but also because he wanted tim to get a varied education, because he blamed himself for jason's death, and he'd been the one responsible for teaching jason everything. so he'd failed and jason's death was on his hands because he hadn't taught him enough and he didn't want that for tim.

bruce is just SO CLOSE to tipping over the edge and i think if tim had gotten to him just a few months even a few weeks later he'd have developed into a very distrustful and aggressive person because you could see how he was rolling down that path when tim came into his life.

he doesn't like tim. doesn't appreciate his interference in his life and he most certainly doesn't trust him despite alfred and dick both insisting he five tim a chance.

he's short with tim. gives growled orders and he expects perfection on the first attempt. bruce knows he's being harsh on him, alfred hads tried pleading him to not be so callous, to have a gentler touch like he did with his other boys. timothy wants to help him. can't he see that?

or is he far too stubborn to acknowledge the sacrifices this boy is going to make for his sake?

alfred must tell dick his worries because dick calls him, spitting threats and saying he better not be treating tim badly because he'll come over there and kick his ass if that's the case.

bruce tries to ignore the hurt that bubbles in him when he realizes that his family thinks he's...he's hurting tim on purpose just for the sake of it.

tim doesn't hold it against him. his eyes are sympathetic and understanding even while cradling a heavily bruised limb because bruce threw him down on the mat too harshly.

he asks bruce how his day is going, if he's eaten anything and before bruce can even respond tim will be offering him packets of crackers, chips, or nuts. they're printed with his school logo and bruce knows tim must've gotten them from the vending machines in his cafeteria.

tim is sweet, in the way that boys raised to be gentle are. he's earnest and eager to please bruce. but he also pities bruce.

he sees the cracks in him and tries his best to help him along even if it means receiving a several minute long verbal lashing for a small mistake.

bruce knows he is harsh (he wishes he could be kinder). he knows he has a short temper (he wishes he could be more patient). he knows he's not doing right by tim (he wishes he could be better).

he cannot caress tim. cannot tell him when he impresses him or how much he's improved. alfred is disapproving of that, he makes that very clear.

bruce tries to ignore the feelings. this overwhelming irrational fear and worry over tim when he can't see him. bruce knows tim's schedule, tim surrendered it quite easily.

from five days a week, from seven-thirty to three he's at school.

on mondays and wednesdays he has gymnastics which he's been attending since he was in second grade.

tuesdays and thursdays from four to six he has tutoring with an older boy from his school to help him with a few classes he's fallen behind in.

fridays, saturday, and sunday tim signs himself out for the weekend and makes his way to the manor for training. three days a week is a severe limit but tim is working on convincing his parents to let him quit gymnastics despite the fact that he's won a handful of trophies from local competitions.

tim is also looking into maybe paying off his tutor to say they met and instead freeing up all five days for bruce.

the point is, bruce knows, roughly, where tim is at any given hour of the day.

but bruce can't ignore the creeping feeling. like nails digging under the skin of his scalp. he knows where tim is.

he knows that he knows where he is. but he keeps checking that small post-it note with tim's handwriting outlining his weekly schedule.

he smoothes the creases and reads each line before setting it down. two seconds later and he's picking it back up again and re-reading the lines, just making sure his brain isn't playing tricks on him and he didn't skip any line.

down. pick up again because what if he just imagined that he picked it up and read it the first two times?

bruce's compulsory behavior and natural paranoia stress him out the more he becomes interested in tim. in where he is, what he's doing. is he talking to anyone? is anyone giving him a hard time? what if one of bruce's enemies found out about tim (it hasn't even been 3 months, how could they possibly find out about him) and are hurting him right this second.

it's wasier to manage in the manor. just additional security cameras are added to the driveway and on the forested property line that stretch down the main road.

bruce has an exact ETA and visual on tim as he rides his bike up the road on friday afternoon.

he installs cameras and microphones into the guestroom that tim occupies every weekend. he does it while alfred is out running errands and keeps the feed on a device separate from the bat computer. just in case.

alfred would be fiercely disapproving about this blatent invasion of 'master tim's' privacy. he'd call dick and then his son would have another reason to hate him.

so bruce keeps it to himself. he only pulls it out when he's alone. late at night, when alfred has already retreated and tim is dead asleep after icing all his bruises.

he's a small little thing, curled up on his side as he sleeps. he's brought his own blanket that he cuddles up with on top of the sheets. it's cheetah patterned and bruce recognizes it from the flea markets in gotham's west side that he investigated as batman once.

there's a microphone in the headboard and bruce hears the soft breaths of tim as he sleeps. an occasional whistle sound also leaks through during an especially deep breath, likely the result of a slightly deviated septum.

tim drools, bruce can see it when he zooms in close to his face.

bruce is crossing a boundary. he's invading tim's privacy on a level he never did to jason or dick or even alfred.

he knows that anyone would be furious with him if they knew. they'd call him a 'bigger creep' than usual. but they wouldn't understand.

they wouldn't understand how bruce needed to do it. how close he'd been to calling clark and asking him to check up on what would essentially be, a random civilian.

bruce had to do it. he had to.

they wouldn't understand. but tim would.

if tim knew it brought him peace of mind, he'd let bruce do it.

maybe that's why bruce gets bolder. why he goes out one night while tim stays in and rather than go into gotham proper where he always starts his patrol, he instead makes a turn in teh direction of tim's boarding school where it was located just on the outskirts of the city.

bruce knows tim's dorm is empty. he knows his roommate returns home for the weekend as well.

so it's a matter of just going into the right building and tracking down the door with two star-shaped stickers wearing sunglasses that have the names 'T. Drake' and 'M. To' written on them.

bruce finds the bed with tim's possessions and presses bugs and cameras around his side of the room. he debates planting any in the bathroom but decides that infringing on the privacy of a random 13-year-old boy is just too far.

bruce gets back door access to all the hall way and campus cameras as he leaves.

when tim returns on monday bruce is able to watch him leave until he's out of range of the manor cameras and instead switches to a red, blinking dot on another monitor.

subdermal tracker. experimental. bruce told tim some lie about it being a vaccine for a potential exposure to ivy's pollen. bruce is still working on that and eventually tim will get the real vaccine.

trackers are placed outside of things because if ingested they'll eventually run out of battery and just be hunks of metal floating in someone's body.

tim's should last for a few years before it would have to have its battery replaced. but that's a decade away.

bruce watches as tim's bike rolls into the parking for students and he jogs up to the main office where bruce swtiches to yet another camera.

the quality of the camera is grainy but its good enough quality that bruce can identify it's tim who offers the secretary a friendly smile and quickly signs back in before darting out to make it to his first class of the day.

bruce spends the day alternating between working on his cases and pulling out his phone to check on tim in the security cameras.

bruce feels...better. less weighed down with the knowledge that he knows exactly where tim is and what he's doing.

bruce does realize he's behaving more neurotic than usual. he knows that maybe this should be his wakeup call for professional help but he doesn't get it.

he watches. he listens as tim settles back into his life on monday.

he listens as tim and his roommate complain about their homework and teachers they don't like. they ask about each other's weekend and mutual friends they share. they talk about what's being served for dinner. occasionally other boys from their floor will wander in wanting to chat, borrow or return cds, or to invite them for a movie on the main floor that bruce has also bugged.

bruce listens to tim laugh and nearly bust a gut at a raunchy joke made by one of the older boys. bruce tapes that laugh and keeps it on file.

he doesn't know why.

on tuesday things settle down more. on tuesday, tim's roomate has swim practice from four to seven and tim has tutoring.

bruce expects tim to make his way to the library, bruce already has his fingers ready to switch but instead he watches as tim greets a scruffy, broad-shouldered boy at the door.

tim's tutor. presumably.

sixteen, turning seventeen in three months. he's helping tim with algebra and pre-chemistry.

and apparently, also fucking him.

bruce doesn't tear his eyes away from the sight of the tutor's pants unbuckled and lowered to just below his ass as he roughly fucks tim on his bed. tim's hands are wrapped and scrambling for his sweater vest coated back.

bruce can hear through the microphone grunts and moans and whines. he hears the rocking of the bed and creaking of the springs.

he doesn't know why he doesn't look away.

tuedays and thursdays from four to six is when they meet. bruce checked the post-it.

was this what they did in that time?

yes.

for a full two hours, tim didn't study a lick of algebra or chemistry. instead, every bit of his thirteen-year-old self climbed onto the older boy's lap and rode him, throwing his head back as he moaned with delight of being filled.

bruce watches for the full two hours. he doesn't look away once.

once finished they both clean up and the boy departs with hardly another word spoken.

tim straightens his bed in time for his roomate to return and ask if tim had a productive session.

'oh, very' tim nodded seriously.

bruce checked tim's phone. he'd installed a secondary screen to be able to go through it but he hadn't had reason to until tim's little affair came to light.

they exchanged pictures with each other. they sent risque texts and flirted as much as two teenagers could.

there didn't seem to be much of an emotional connection between them. it wasn't serious. bruce couldn't explain why that filled him with so much relief.

on friday when tim arrived for training he was amazed at how much more calm bruce was. how was soothed with just a few words from tim. how he wasn't as harsh even though alfred's expression was no less disapproving when tim picked himself up from the mats.

bruce's grip wasn't as iron clenched, bruce knew tim could tell. bruce's brows were still furrowed but they didn't carry as much tension. bruce knew tim could tell.

bruce knew tim could feel bruce's eyes on him as they stopped for a water break.

but tim didn't flinch, didn't stumble or hesitate. he absorbed bruce's observation like he didn't feel it at all. he wasn't disturbed or unnerved by bruce's shift in behavior or his scrutiny.

he took it in stride.

and as bruce sat down beside tim, reaching for his own drink. he watched out of the corner of his eye as tim rubbed at his shoulder, right on the spot where bruce had injected the tracker.

bruce didn't know what to call the feeling that bubbled up in his chest. so instead, he swallowed it down alongside the water that filled his mouth.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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taehyungfirst · 4 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/taehyungfirst/752713921002143744/are-you-a-taekooker-im-really-curious-cause-you

imho anon is right to a degree, cause taekookers were rabid to disprove taennie, which made it spread even more, meanwhile when JK’s videos came out, they got very quiet, even now, they never bring up those vids, but they always bring up taennie to debunk it, when the best thing to do since the “breakup” news is just ignore those shippers cause they’re just as delusional as bts member shippers.

I personally believe delusional taekookers are the worst thing that could’ve happened to Tae, they don’t actually care about him, they just use him to project. A lot of them call him the worst stuff imaginable in their group chats, saying they would slap him and he should k word himself, and then pretend they got hacked and keep up the facade of “supporting” them both.

The worst ex-taekookers who bias Tae have said is that JK isn’t actually a good friend, or they’ll just stop talking about JK at all, meanwhile 100% of ex-taekookers who bias JK turn into akgaes and drag Tae.

Like the pipeline from army to shipper to akgaes is scary as hell, and it’s usually Tae getting the short end of it with all pairings. They love shipping the other members with him to uplift them, but will drop him at the first inconvenience.

Delusional tkkers that drop Tae at the first inconvenience, or worse, that pretend to token stan one of them just for the sake of the ship ARE the worst breed. I’ve seen too many of them and it’s embarrassing… you go search on the acc and it’s full of old tkk tweets while now they’re balls deep in akgaes space. No shame? No job? No life?

#ask #fandom discourse

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hanzi83 · 1 year

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Society in Mental Decline

I figured I would waste people’s time with another blog. Keep in mind you are not supposed to be consuming my blogs or podcasts if you are someone who is a very well together adjusted person, the good portion who consume anything I write or say on a podcast, but let’s be real, also my “private” thoughts I write in a journal can be hacked and monitored and when I am feeling irrational with the direction in where the world is going and seeing all kind of fandom and political angles going to complete and utter shit, I start to feel a certain way and since no one interacts with my shit and I am considered a red flag account and it is fine, because it is better to vent my mental irrational shit because for the most part no one wants part of it but people with powerful connections are often monitoring me and when they sense my mental is falling off a little bit more than usual, trolls from the past show back up and try to take advantage by misrepresenting what I say or what I do, put out dangerous rumors and instilling paranoia into me for almost a decade now and then when they can’t get on my good side, they will take it personally and dedicate their life to trying to ruin an already uneventful life, and then they try to accomplish multiple goals with this, first misrepresenting where my mind is and hoping I snap and also putting instilled fear in me in wondering who is making the call for this to happen and try to make it as personal as possible, whether it is with the political shit or the wrestling shit, and normally the people who are footing the incentive for these people to do it are normally people who pretend they have it all together because they have a cult online of fed like accounts who are designed to create chaos and make a little push for me to harm myself or others. This one fucked up troll by the name of Gorilla Bacon, is someone who, in my opinion, is an outsider and he has made photo shops of me attacking people and saying it is a gay couple or him repeating the lie that I got physical with my parents, and constantly interfere whenever I would become friendly with other people online, even at one time I believe he was sent to my house to knock on my basement window, or he would get other trolls to claim I did some inappropriate shit backstage at Stern Show even though I never was at the studio, maybe twice, once for a tour in 2008 and the other on air in a shitty segment. I am just writing this now because he is the one they really send when they want to push me off my rocker, so much so when I wanted to go away for a bit, he is so closely monitoring my life because I believe he is another paid agents, he wanted to be in the same hospital because he is a fucking creep. And if people in the “wrestling fandom” who don’t like me shitting on the fact that they are paid and funded shills by billionaires, or whether it is people in my life who are giving incentive, I hope whoever is funding this and trying to make me lose my mind, I really do hope the worst for you spiritually. They knew what they were doing and because this one notoriously would dedicate himself to posting my periscope videos and then misrepresenting what was being said and trying to constantly get me to engage, he will try to do it again because he takes pleasure in trying to drive me crazy because he can’t admit he is an obsessed cunt who can’t deal with his own mental issues and spends his time with far right wing mentally ill people and trying to troll and destroy people’s lives because he is told to do so. But I knew once I started bitching irrationally and getting thoughts off he normally reports my tweets and tries to get me censored and people who surround themselves with my trolls and get them to fuck with me, no one is forcing you to monitor my thoughts on certain issues or listen to my podcast. Not only have I been suppressed and made to feel completely useless, it is not good enough they want to cause me serious harm, if it isn’t this troll, it is the one who pretended he was driving to my house and broadcasted it on periscope or putting my tweets out there for nationalist people to have me on their list, these people have actively tried to put in my head they were kidnapping me and since no one has my back seemingly they would take pleasure in the thought of breaking me down. If they didn’t get my attention, they would get other people who would try to be friendly with me to start fucking with my mental to drive me fucking crazy. They sense weakness and predictably they come for blood and they act like vultures because they sold their soul to be mediocre obsessive trolls who want to socially climb off ruining people’s lives, whenever I was not around in online circles, their lives became boring and they realized the only reason they had online people to interact with was because when I was addressing them, no one gives a shit about me or my existence, but these people no one would notice if they fucking died and they spend time being told to harass a mentally ill person and drive them even more insane and if I act out and lose control, where do you think the attention lies? It will go on me because the aggression outward gets the most attention, they won’t talk about the tactics being done for the incentive of entertainment because mentally ill people have been given power to cause online chaos for personal gain and because they have nothing in their lives. So you want to spread that I am going more right wing since you hang out with a bunch of them because by discrediting what I am doing on my podcast, you are showing me that even though there are theories I express, it is making a bunch of people nervous that I might have an accurate description of what they are doing and what they are about. If you are the ones who are permitting this to happen and giving incentive, and even plotting and organizing to put harm on me, I will hope for the remainder of your days you will mental pain that you will not recover from because people will cross the fucking line and be the ones who start doing it on purpose so when I do fight back against certain narratives, they make it seem I am the one bringing this on, but a lot of you started this shit. You aren’t happy enough that no one on the surface takes me seriously but now for just existing in my own world and going off about the decline of society, it makes you feel some sort of way that you would opt to try and fuck with me even more. Even if you succeed and get whatever done, you will always be haunted by the fact that you partook and tried to ruin other people’s lives. I believe a lot of you are paid to do that and because I didn’t bow down to Pepsi Messiah like everyone else did and partake in a mentally ill campaign to have discredited legacy media members act like sports entertainers so that there would be a campaign to bring in new sports entertainers who are more “truthful” while completely tearing shit down purposefully to cater to one person’s ego and then get mad that the reboot “worked” shoot didn’t pan out with ticket sales, then to be so mentally ill to act like the smears is what did it when those were by design to make him look like a victim in all of this shit. I don’t mind online angles working out but when it comes to the detriment of a product that is growing, it feels backwards to me. Purposefully fucking shit up so a bunch of social climbers can act like geniuses for having a preset answer isn’t moving this shit forward, it took steps back to facilitate this. I don’t even know if it is the wrestling fandom shills that are doing it but they have partaken in piling on others who spoke out about stuff, it is their style, they constantly create chaos online, won’t cosign talent if they are not giving into social pressure online to be more “sexy” so the companies themselves don’t have to be the ones to do it. They didn’t want to evolve the industry, they just wanted their own version of WWE, like having so much organized chaos where it has to bring in a more militant approach of putting your foot down even though the chaos to me is organized. It could be people who hate me personally who have had a hand in destroying my life the last 15 years and making side deals and being allowed to use me as a guinea pig on display while undermining me and showing off about how your lives are better because of your aesthetic and making me feel like shit by denying anything shady you have done or won’t be held accountable for because the system protects you and if I dare show aggression, then it is all on me to “get help” in a fucked up world where everyone is losing their mind and going more to the far right and are help normalizing fascism via sports entertainment. It could also be in the political circles who are going more to the right and maybe they don’t like that I basically shit on certain narratives from alt media types whose sole personality is being anti MSM while normalizing new propaganda and never disclosing who is footing the bill for your “views” that are being propped up by very far right wing people and maybe a lot of you are mad because you would think with the shit I was consuming 10 years ago, I would have naturally transitioned into being part of this new right, but also capitalizing off the trauma mentally so I could call out Howard Stern but only under the guise of “Liberal Hollywood and Howard gone PC” type of narrative. If I had done that, I believe it would’ve still lead to me being on his side because I believe he is a closet right wing person and he is gonna go back to his roots that made him famous in the first place. I am trying my best to keep this structured as possible but when I am stressed and irrational, I want to go all over the place because a million thoughts are going through my head and the writing can never encapsulate the feeling of what I go through, but they knew sending the original troll who helped put me in a bad mental place and then gaslight me and try to make half ass peace and half ass apologizing but not feeling bad for what he put me through and completely denying it over and over. I don’t want you in my life and I don’t fucking like you and anyone who associates with you I will never like. That is why I don’t want to be here because the longer I am, the worse I will end up being and even if my aesthetic improved, I would never want to be on the same sicko wavelength as a lot of you who help destroy people’s lives. I don’t want to have my own cult that purposefully fucks with people and permanently fuck with their psyche, I would rather lash out on my own in self defense even if I have to cross the line with shit I said because these people don’t get the fucking hint. They will always insinuate they are watching and monitoring and even insinuate they will kill me, yet they are allowed to get away with it and constantly generalize me and put out that I am going to cause violence when I have no intention, nor do I have any weapons, or how to get access to the weapons. I am truthfully waiting for whoever is in charge to decide my time is up so I never have to think about these people ever again. It doesn’t help that this “conspiratorial” thinking is only kind of embraced on the right wing, people who are “left” always shit on conspiracies if it is being weaponized against the right wing. It feels even people who claim they are democrats will generalize so people have no choice but to be lured into right wing shit. Because there will be some truthful shit the right wing says but a lot of the time, they are the ones who are projecting while being the ones who can say on the surface they are bringing attention to it. We limit conversations because we are all trying to play fucking social media characters, there is no way to really have analytical conversation when everyone is working with a script they cannot get off of. We reduce the villains to “America’s dumbest criminal” level of conversation and it doesn’t go anywhere, it normally ends with product placement discourse over real systemic issues that make people think the actual issue is not to be cared about because we define it by the sensationalism that takes up time. I will get into other things but I know now that my trolls are being given incentive to come back out etc, they won’t care if I make valid points or have legit concerns, they will just continue to misrepresent on purpose and they are knowingly pushing someone to lose their mind but then again, they are a product of Howard Stern’s cruelty and I am not the only one whose life has been fucked with but because the whack packers are so out of control and “low brow” no one gives 2 shits, it is kind of why it has so many similarities with the wrestling fandom because there are people who are literally employed to put people in bad predicaments not knowing the system will make you go through the exact same shit, you want to sell your soul and not realize that there will be a cost and when this shit happens to you that has happened to so many us, you will be portrayed as the worst version of yourself. I want to write a long blog because these people will be forced to read it since they keep track of every word, every mistake etc, they will have to constantly keep track and then because my words will affect them because I am bringing up what they are doing and what their incentive, they won’t know how to cope or deal with it, they will just double down with their shadiness and try to get my attention, maybe so my blog and podcast can revolve around them since they won’t leave me alone. These people know where I live, have spent years claiming they are following me and watching me. Maybe even organizing weird shit to happen to me when I go out. Why would you want to keep me alive? To torture so I can be a tragic figure you can make a documentary about and some people will shit on me, or others will pretend they care and they wish someone would’ve stepped in, but alot of people with power sit back and watch. No wonder people turn to evil, there is more fun incentive to do evil shit and get rewarded for it while it seems like there is no incentive to do anything to save people’s lives or try to maintain positive change but because billionaire funded accounts get paid to create chaos and start constant negative shit because it seems more genuine and real, will then make it seem like any push for positive shit is the most sociopathic shit where they constantly have to gaslight people with their gimmicked negativity because it is their image as a “truth teller” that is more important.

There is a reason why there has been this forced online push in politics and fandom in general where the discredited legacy media types are becoming more parody and when they do tell truth out of self preservation, you have people who think because they are online and the internet is some freedom of speech shit, when most likely it is a playground for billionaire funded gimmicks to push back on transparent errors so they can swoop in and spread their lies, like I am all for a rehaul of media if there was actual truth coming out from the alt media types and online personas but they already lie about shit and mislead people with their narratives, why would I want to consume more liars? It was never about real change, it was about them getting to be the leaders of thought after self sabotage and ruining people’s lives. Even with the small power they have, they have shown they are reckless and careless with whose lives they destroy and all you have to do is have the bare minimum “anti establishment” narrative, while being permitted by the establishment to play ball. Like with elections, it feels like the presidents and politicians would be different title holders in a wrestling company and even if they can cut dope promos to mesmerize the audience, ultimately it is the Vince McMahon’s of the world who decide where the trajectory goes. So it feels like people have a gimmicked way to blame whoever for voting for who they deem less credible. But even if by some miracle one of these funded third party types win you don’t think they will have to do shit they don’t want to do, especially if the system goes more into the right wing. Apolitical people who see the world being the same on the surface no matter who is president, you think they want to vote for a democrat. Maybe if there was honesty in what is actually different about the parties because judging it off of what goes on the surface, the overall shit always seem to be the status quo to majority of people, so you can’t really get mad at people who feel disillusioned by the system who don’t see a difference. Then if you strategize and want to vote for a democrat because you know what the reality is, if you give votes to people who plan to take whatever is bad now and expand it even more, then people will shit on you for not voting for their third party candidate. Maybe 5 years ago or so this would have resonated more but when people who are advocating for third parties are people taking right wing billionaires money then as a dumbed down guy I don’t have to really trust you about what your motives are. If you are people who are constantly finding “sophisticate” the both sides argument with trans issues at a time where there is vitriol toward the entire community which ends up being product placement for a shitty product while amplifying dangerous rhetoric and then the companies who have gone “woke” will then capitulate to their needs because they want right wing shit to dominate, then I don’t have to trust your takes on politics like I used to, especially if you constantly just say “I am anti war” because just saying it doesn’t mean anything, it feels like you say it so no one can question your pro war narratives when it comes to weaponization against people in marginalized communities, by using tokens who lean more conservative to basically give you your talking points. Sports are always popular and there will always be coverage of it, but by now letting the political shit seep into it, it then gives a bunch of conservative leaning people who claim they are not political to chime in with a political take that just covers the most sensationalist. Like if you have purposefully put out shit against other communities through some sensationalist shit to help manufacture consent while laws are being passed to fuck with people’s lives, then why would I want another system stooge who is gonna do fundamentalist level shit under the guise of “keeping it real” to have more of a say in this world when there are a dime a dozen, but they get propped up because they did the system’s dirty work so now we have to put up with mediocre personalities with shitty takes but because it is better than MSM, we have to kind of accept it.

Look at the online sensationalist shit you see for people to automatically want vigilante justice on homeless people because there is an uptick of subway attacks. I am of the belief and I know I am not allowed to get conspiratorial because apparently that is a right wing thing, but if these people on the far right can fund shit to go down with school board meetings and fund protests and counter protests to show up etc why wouldn’t I think that they would have a bunch of people funded to do these kinds of attacks so it goes viral and it fear mongers to regular people of these kinds of crimes, and I feel like even people who counter the narrative of tough on crime, I feel they limit themselves because if they explain root cause of what needs to be done to help people on a systemic level, the counter to that is always about how regular people feel about it now because they need a solution to feel safe. It goes in circles, but none of the parties involved don’t want to act like these things could be organized on purpose, so much so that even during one of her commercial breaks Ana Kasparian got a reader comment that insinuated that could be the case, she agreed but never mentions it on the main show. It is like people like that have doubled down on their rhetoric, so people in the system in the alt media can speculate on it technically but for their main audience, they will find themselves justifying the vigilante justice and judging this as it is a regular situation when I believe the system have people like Jordan Neely on their radar, and give incentive to do shit that will get them arrested because they will have some kind of way to make money off it if it goes viral, they spy on all of us and have us monitored, you don’t think they know which people who are homeless, who they can fuck with in a culminative way and then organize a fucking murder that will get used to demonize the person who was killed. People will be outraged that a “criminal” was let out after so many incidents, but did it ever occur to people they don’t want those people getting better and they make it seem that they don’t want to keep them in jail because of the claims of systemic racism, but it feels they do it on purpose so they are given incentive to create chaos or cause commotion. The right wing who normally doesn’t give a shit about minorities will then use a situation where a black male stabbed someone who slapped his girlfriend etc, I don’t agree with slapping someone and people will react physically but I don’t think you needed to kill him, or stab him etc, there are better ways to keep that person down until you can get to the authorities but the right wing will use him as an example so it doesn’t look like this is some racist shit because even the ideology of white supremacist can use diversity so it blurs the line of the overall thing. People who will claim the MSM has not covered stories then link to a MSM outlet that covered the story doesn’t fool people, it does fool people who believe they have woken up the “EVIL MSM” but dumb themselves down to believe an End Wokeness account because they said MSM has not covered it, even though online is another form of MSM. That is their only hope to say credible because we still view the world through a 1990’s lens and people want to reboot their favorite narratives and personalities they have consumed. You even have that uncharismatic shit head Charly Anolt aka Charly Caruso getting in on the grift praising Daniel Penny and acting like America is better than other countries because they kill people for being gay when she is adding to sensationalist rhetoric which is helping laws to be passed that is trying to eradicate different people from different communities from existing and don’t act like a lot of that fundamentalist shit in other countries are in line with the fundamentalists in the western world, it is like WWE is America, other territories get to practice the regressive shit, like doing hardcore and edge lord storylines to practice underground, until WWE starts embracing stuff they probably had a hand in to begin with, in my opinion of course, just like most of the shit I am saying but it feels like that is implemented with other countries the US has had a hand in making worse then they bring it to US or in Canada. So someone like that is adding in helping people feel less than so you can profit off putting people’s lives in danger. They are hyping up these fake viral moments or organized moments to then use it as a way to promote a product but also capitulating to right wing narratives. You got guys like Glenn Greenwald claiming Rumble doesn’t have a political ideology even though most of the people on it are funded by a right wing billionaire, and if you want to prove Rumble isn’t agenda filled, you wouldn’t be promoting Andrew Tate because they somehow amplified his views to get over 5 million, why would you want to promote a right wing rapist who is going to prison for sexy trafficking women, he will probably get off and it will be seen as victory because they hammered home the point of the powers that be targeting him, but he is still free to do live streams and still have lots of influence, it is like everyone is practicing the “Radio won’t even play my jam” method, like Eminem saying they are banning him from MTV and radio, yet I am seeing your videos on MTV and hearing your song on the radio and now they turned it into a right wing concept to gain favor by other people who think because they are reading it on the internet that they are tuning into some secret news they weren’t supposed to hear. There is more concentrated effort to organize the label of “diversity training” with corporations and because every corporation partakes in sports entertainment for online narratives purposes, it will come off as dysfunctional as a television show where a corporation looks incredibly dumb so they make it seem like diversity and inclusion is backfiring so they can capitulate to the right wing cause, which to me was always their intention, like that Starbucks story, and this is the latest I have heard, these stories change so many fucking times because it is more about people getting their narratives, 2 black men were escorted out by police because they had it called on them, but the woman who did it was a black woman, so the company didn’t want to seem like racist for firing her for doing that to people who were just legit waiting for their friend etc, so they then fire a bunch of white employees and one of them got a big payday? Is that the story but it is designed to make it look like they are bending over backwards to help minorities and protecting them when this puts more vitriol towards any claim of racism, it feels like in the 2010’s, even if it was not talked about what is going on with the core of the issue and still felt limited, it felt like we were moving toward exposing the system in a genuine way but it has now resulted in people who have felt socially more powerful to push back against any claim of racism that people don’t mind that there is a movement to ban books that discuss racism in it. They will use the corporations who probably fund the negative Nancy’s to push back against wokeness because they want that side to ultimately win. And the people who are countering it are also shills who will do it in a way where it comes off like an emotional and irrational response. It is like they want every sports entertainer who counter racism to do it in the style of Ben Affleck when he had an emotional break down because Bill Maher and Sam Harris were being racist towards Muslims in a sophisticated way so it made Ben’s response look like he was the one who can’t handle the facts and you could’ve had better people who could point out Bill and Sam’s lies, but whenever any liberal calls it out, it has to be this blind emotional response which makes the racist side think that these people can’t handle the facts, like Ben was not wrong. Bill and Sam were being racist, but there was more vitriol for him than the racists themselves. People often applaud Ben Affleck for that shit, but it is like you made the situation worse, it wouldn’t shock me if he did that on purpose to help that cause and now look at it on social media, they got a bunch of people to do that with these talks about the current issues via culture war whether it is racism of why a movie didn’t do well or whatever else product placement you will promote but act like by covering the social issue involved is really gonna fucking change anything. They make it seem like because we consume shit by alt media and online that being vitriolic toward the democrats is detrimental when literally every funded person out there is doing it 100 percent, they will claim they give it to both sides, but a lot of you buy into the America’s dumbest criminal shit with right wing and dumb down their threat and then you present shitty in fighting where it puts you in a position to have to play devil’s advocate for people with fascist aspirations. Tell me how are you better than the MSM again? I am not even saying don’t call out democrats, but to act like it is more detrimental to criticize them because they make it look that way is the worst narrative ever because everyone literally makes fun of the democrats. You’re not special because you do, because most people who started out like “we have to go at both etc” are now making excuses for far right wing people who have really shady ties with other fucked up people in that space. I never thought some of these people who claimed to be socialist, not all of them obviously, but the ones who get right wing funding, but I never thought their socialism shtick would be aligning more with the National socialists. It used to be easier to kind of escape politics with the entertainment even though entertainment has played a role in manufacturing consent for people to think in a more ignorant kind of way but for some reason if you point it out, they lump you in with the evangelicals who pretend to be against the entertainment when it is 2 sides of the same fucking coin, but it has really seeped into the wrestling community and they basically give Tucker Carlson and CM Punk the same booking elements for their characters. To me a situation that was created for the purpose of watering shit down just so it caters to one person’s ego like if I am not one of these people who think Punk was unprofessional, the guy clearly has mental health issues from people fucking with him over his life and also being in a mafia industry is not gonna help your mental no matter how many people will think it will because of money and fame, but some people get ganged up on for a long time but then when they become in a situation with power and having their own cult, then ti is like you are repeating the same shit to others that happened to you and that is when I stop feeling bad. I have nothing against Punk personally, the entire business was built upon unprofessional shit, but to me this entire thing could’ve been done better but instead his shills ruined the enjoyment and helped sabotage shit so they can get people on the pro Punk train because whenever anyone else in the industry get screwed over, it doesn’t matter. You can have misogynistic shit heads and racists pile on Swole for giving fair criticism but when Punk is affected, then I am supposed to act like this is the biggest travesty and the people who planned the smears so it could seem like his shills are fighting back, I felt it was done by design because they need to constantly market controversy around him. If you compared worked shoot shit to Sopranos, like at one time this shit changed the game and rewrote the rules that made a lot of money etc, but when you try to do a Sopranos copy in this day and age you better evolve it a lot more than redoing what the Sopranos was, which by now has been done by every show out there just like every company that falls for partaking in constantly creating worked shoot controversy. It doesn’t have the same effect and because ticket sales have not been that great outside of Chicago for this new show, instead of admitting this worked shoot shit didn’t have the immediate success you wanted, they blame the gimmicked smears about him as the reason when maybe the whole fucking thing made people sick of it. When life was more boring and it was not amplified with a news cycle 24/7 for every fandom, these worked shoot angles meant something because it was out of ordinary of what you would expect, but literally every day is something else with a celebrity or politics or some product that is constantly fighting nonstop that maybe people already have enough to worry about and consume instead of this worked shoot shit they are doing and as long as wrestling and other fandoms remain discourse products, then you will never have a great product 100 percent because it means we are going to have to do booking errors to facilitate real life angles so they can make money from you shoots and podcasts and documentaries, when everything revolves around that then nothing will ever be done correctly. There is more incentive to have the errors run wild. I will admit I get angry at other cogs in the system who are doing my level of “ride or die” for their favorites like I used to do which is probably why I get so angry about it because I was in that phase, but it feels more people will double down with it, and they will do worse shit by being let in the club and being allowed to cause destruction to someone’s image, thing is before I knew there were efforts on a grand level to make someone the butt of the joke, I would get in on it to some extent because I felt I was just some random person who is just making light of shit in the news that genuinely happened, once I found out people can organize you to be fucked with or lure you into a dark space of embracing far right wing shit, it changed my perception on the manner and now it comes off as really fucked up to play with people’s mental illness especially when incentive is given. I probably don’t have long to live anyways, because I am sure I have some sort of cancer or health problems that I won’t give a shit about until it takes me to death, but all the stress from the people who harass me and then it forces me to respond back because they are organizing an effort but their narrative will be to keep my mouth shut because they can’t control their mentally ill impulses and they use their power to fuck with one person’s mental health which is what they have done secretly the last decade, and they have gotten more people to partake in that, especially within the wrestling fandom. It is fucking disturbing that people cross the line over “entertainment” but they literally do that and do the billionaire bidding. They have the “Kill the rich” mentality but get turnt out by the billionaires who do far worse.

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humanimalgam · 4 years

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im fucking crying this is the first ive heard of yansim in years and it could not be better news

#1st tweet is self explanatory but the context for the last 3 images is that his subreddit got hacked and stolen from him LMAO #now it's all memes about how he sucks & you should support lovesick instead asdfhgkhjgkl this is so funny #if anyone's out of the loop on yandev i don't have all the receipts or details cuz its been ages since i looked into this drama #but basically hes a p*do & terrible person who's been running a 6 year scam pretending to make a shitty game so this is good lol #get fucked lmao #yandere sim #to clarify i really don't give a shit about this game at all tho i'm just posting abt this bc i think it's hilarious & he had it coming #bee babbles #ok to rb

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crowdedimagines · 4 years

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Leaked - Harry Styles

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“Y/n?” His voice rings out a soft echo. The only noise in my room tonight. I simply answered so the incessant buzzing on my nightstand would finally cease. If only I had checked the contact, I wouldn’t be sitting up straight in bed, staring into the black of my room.

“Hello?” I answer back after a long enough pause for both of us to know that I have just woken up and I wasn’t fully aware of what I was answering.

“I’m sorry to wake you. I forgot what time it is there right now.” I can hear some shuffling on his end, it sounds like he’s getting up and walking around. He must be in London right now, not in his home only a ten minute drive from mine in Malibu. I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees, letting my comforter drop from my shoulders.

“What’s wrong Harry?” I ask, cutting to the chase. The slight nervous edge in his voice tells me that something is most definitely wrong. I can’t just sit in silence waiting for the world to stop, I need him to spit it out. Spit out whatever made him call me after nearly a year of no longer being together.

“I had a leak. Someone hacked my phone.”

I don’t know what I was expecting, but this was far from it. I let out a sigh, he’s okay. At least physically. I can feel a slight weight lift off my chest, but it’s far from light still.

“Okay?” I prompt for him to continue.

“It’s pictures of you, Y/n.”

And to think I was worried about him. His words make my ears ring for a few seconds. An eerie pitch fills the void between us, neither of us knowing the words to help this situation.

“Which pictures?”

I switch Harry to speaker and open twitter, ignoring the mass texts that are coming in right now. My manager and my publicist ranting on our group chat but the messages fade into the background as soon as my eyes cross the trending page.

“Um-”

#Y/n’sleaked

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” My hands start shaking as I look over the images shared with the entire world. Not even just one, multiple over the time we shared a relationship.

A picture I sent him on tour, standing in our mirror with not a thread of clothing. Bare as the day I was born. I remember taking this picture as a tease right before he had to take the stage at Madison Square Garden. Now more people than can fit in Madison Square Garden have seen that picture.

Next, is a picture of me in a rather compromising position on my knees looking up at him. It’s not hard to tell what was happening or about to happen. Harry took this one, It was already a hot night for us, and somehow him pulling out his phone snapping a quick picture made it even hotter. Now I need to worry about my family ever seeing this.

Finally, the most modest of the group, a picture of me in simple dark red lingerie thrown on the bed by Harry. Once again, a picture that Harry had snapped himself. I had just come home from tour and he answered our door and I dropped everything I had, including the clothes I had been wearing. He chased me up to our room, he finally caught me in our room and literally threw me on the bed. He pulled out his phone claiming he wanted to remember the sheer joy he was feeling in that moment. Now it’s bringing me dread.

Tweet after tweet sharing the same group of photos.

Harry doesn’t say a single word, knowing that I’ve seen exactly what he was trying to break down to me.

“Oh my god.” I shutter, refreshing as the tweets come in by the hundreds.

“Y/n I-”

I hang up before he can utter another word. I can’t speak with him right now, knowing exactly who’s to blame for putting me out there like that. We broke up nearly a year ago, if he had simply deleted the photos once the relationship was over, maybe we wouldn’t be here.

I read the thread of messages between Jordan my manager and Paula my publicist. Both are trying to diffuse the situation. I wonder how they found out, did they get a call at two in the morning from Jeff?

I simply reply that in the morning to meet at my house to get everything sorted out, there’s no point in stressing over what we can’t change and losing sleep over it. They both agree to be at my house bright and early at seven.

I put my phone back down and pull myself under the covers. At least for a few more hours this can’t be real. A few more hours I can hide under the covers and pretend that this isn’t happening.

I put coffee on, knowing that the girls will be here any moment, hopefully with a plan in hand on how we can diffuse the situation.

“Good morning.” Paula smiles cheerily followed by Jordan who just has a tight smile.

“Please tell me there’s something we can do.” I sit down on my touch, letting my hands warm on the mug.

“Yes, we-kind of!” Paula gushes.

I look to Jordan for a clear answer. Paula has always been a little nuttier, I love her to death, but right now I need serious and I need a plan. I need cold and honest.

“I talked with Jeff for a while last night and we both agree that we think it’s best for us to meet up together to discuss a course of action in person. We have a flight in an hour.”

“So you’re telling me that my nudes leak from his phone and now I have to hop on a plane to go see him?” My jaw must reach the floor by now.

“It’ll be better to get this all sorted out with both teams together. We have the same common goal here, we just want to make this look a little better.”

“Easy for you to say when it’s not your body trending on Twitter.”

“I wasn’t the one sending them.” She raises her brow, she’s told me a dozen times to never put myself in a position like this. That there can’t be any leaks when you don’t take anything private.

I climb upstairs to my room and grab a bag to start packing. I throw on a cute sweat suit and find a pair of dark tinted sunglasses. If anything, the airport is the last place I should be right now. The paparazzi are worse than they’ve ever been, even with Harry, I’ve never been bombarded like this. They throw question after question to me, hoping to get the first scoop on me the morning after it leaked. While it’s still hot and trending with every news outlet.

“Jesus.” Paula mutters, “Still got all your fingers and toes?”

I smile finally, “I’m fine, thank you.”

The flight is peaceful, thankfully. Jordan types a mile a minute on her laptop next to me. Surely, trying to work out a plan and get as many pictures taken down as possible. Not that it matters now, it’s out in the world forever now.

A sleek black car picks us up and drives the familiar route to Harry’s London home. We pull into the driveway and it knocks the air out of my lungs as soon as my feet hit the ground. There’s several cars that don’t belong to Harry, which means it’s a full house today.

I let Jordan walk in first, letting myself weakly trail behind. I haven’t seen Harry since the break up. Maybe once at an award show, but it was far away and we didn’t exchange words. I definitely didn’t think I would be stepping into his house again.

“Jordan.” Jeff greets, getting up from the dining table where it looks like people have set up camp. A whole crew of people making calls, scouring Twitter, and god knows what else.

“Hi, Jeff.” She smiles.

I look around a little, trying not to be obvious. The house looks the same, Hardly a single thing out of place in over a year. Not that I expect it too, I never fully lived here outside of a few weeks at a time. It’s not like our shared Malibu home that we sold in the break up. This place was always predominantly his.

Speaking of Harry, finally he looks up from his phone, he had been biting at his cuticles probably worrying, panicking. He tucks his phone in his back pocket and walks over to the rest of us. Paula instantly pulls him down for a hug, she always loved him.

“Harry!” She sighs.

He lets out a soft laugh and bends down to hug her short stature. We make eye contact a few times, but never say anything.

“I wish this was under different circumstances.” Paula whispers, even though we still all catch it.

“No hug? Harry teases Jordan. They were never close but at least he’s attempting to lighten the mood. Harry is probably the last person on this planet that she wants to hug.

“I’m not your biggest fan right now.” Jordan sighs, her steel cold gaze returns. I bite back a smirk over how protective she can be sometimes.

“Y/n, I-” Harry starts, finally turning his full attention to me.

“Y/n!” A louder voice cuts him off, I glance over his shoulder to see Gemma getting up from the couch in the living room, Anne close behind.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you!” She pulls me in for a hug, her arms pulling me in tight, as if to make up for the months of nearly no contact.

“I’ve missed you too, Gem.” I tighten my grip around her.

Anne appears in my line of vision now, smiling softly. I release my grip on Gemma and she does the same, Anne taking her place.

“You’ll get through this, darling.” She whispers softly as she rubs her hand up and down my back. Her words bring tears to my eyes. I’ve tried to not let myself be sad about this. I’ve only felt anger, but hugging Anne has opened the floodgates. “You’re strong.”

“I need to freshen up.” I clear my throat, Anne pulls back and smiles.

No one says a word as I excuse myself to the closest guest bathroom. I wash my face with cold water and take a few deep breaths trying to prepare myself somewhat for what I have to go out there and face. I open the door and notice Harry leaning against the wall across from the door.

“Hi.” He picks his head up, no longer staring at the ground.”

“Hi.” I say back.

“Y/n I am so sorry. I had no clue any of this would happen. If I had known-”

“Why did you keep the pictures Harry?” I ask, I want answers not apologies. He’s still Harry and I know he’s feeling so much guilt right now.

“I don’t really know.” He shrugs, “I wasn’t being pervy with them, wasn’t keeping them for any indecent reason. They were just another memory that I didn’t want to lose. I didn’t delete any of the pictures.”

I can’t think of a response which is fine because Jeff calls for both of us to join them. We sit down at the table along with a few unfamiliar faces. As soon as we do they dive into the details, talking about how somehow Harry’s iCloud was hacked and that meant they had access to all photos.

“Well why are my pictures the only ones out there? It’s his phone that got hacked!” I yell.

“We don’t know.” Jordan answers, “We don’t know what else they got either. If they have more that they’re waiting to sell.”

“Fuck’s sake.” Harry mutters, rubbing over his eyes.

“Well Harry, got anything else I should worry about? Or any other girls you should warn?” I turn to look at him, a flash of red creeps up his neck and hangs around on his cheeks. It was a low blow, but it slips out before I can stop it.

“There’s no one else.” Harry answers, “And for other pictures I don’t know to be completely honest.

“Well, it might help for us to get an idea of what else could be out there. We should try and get an idea of what else the two of you have.” Jeff's words make me look to Anne, now it’s my turn to blush but she isn’t phased by any of it so far.

“Well it could be worse.” A man from Harry’s team states as he shuts his lap top, leaning in to join the conversation.

“How so?” Gemma prompts crossing her arms over her chest.

“Any publicity is good-”

“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence.” I cut off the man before he can continue. “You can’t talk. You can’t say any publicity is good publicity. Not until your body is trending on Twitter. Not until everyone with social media has seen your body, talked about it, and used it. Not until you have to call your parents and tell them you’re sorry and to stay away from phones for a while. Not until your body is no longer your body.”

The chair loudly scrapes against the floor as I stand up. I can’t sit here at the table and listen to them talk about it like it’s not as huge as it is. Because to them this is work, to me it’s my real life. I make my way towards the back porch. It’s always been one of my favorite spots. It’s got the best view of the garden.

I trust Jordan for decisions on this. She knows me well enough after all of these years together. They’ll run anything else past me, but I don’t need to be in there while they attempt damage control.

I sit down on the outdoor couch and pull my legs up to my chest. It’s peaceful for a few minutes and I just let myself bask in it. I could probably fall asleep if I tried, jet lag and all. It’s soft, but still loud enough for me to hear the door open. I turn to see Harry just standing there, trying not to invade my bubble while still giving me my space.

“C’mon.” I nod to the spot beside me. There’s no point in being mad anymore. What’s done is done. I will always love Harry more than the drama.

He shuffles over and takes a seat. A slow fog rolls in as it slowly gets darker.

“Do you ever miss it?” His voice quiet and steady. I don’t have to ask to know he’s talking about our relationship.

“Harry, we dated for three years, of course I’m going to miss that. Now what’s got you all sentimental? See those pictures and remember how good of a lay I am?” I tease bumping his shoulder with mine, with a smirk. He lets out an airy laugh, easing the tension.

“No, even before these past few days.” He finally looks over at me, tearing his eyes away from the yard, “I always miss you.”

“Harry.” I sigh. “We both agreed. We were both touring, we never even saw each other. And when we weren’t we were stuck in the studio. Different studios I might add.”

“Isn’t rarely seeing each other better than never?”

His question hangs in the air, both of us leaving it unanswered.

“I don’t know, Harry.” I answer after several minutes. The sun dips below the horizon, and my head dips down to his shoulder. “I don’t know.”

I don’t know how long we sit like that. The sun is gone now, and the breeze actually feels cold, but Harry’s arm is heavy and warm around my shoulder.

The door suddenly opens causing both of our heads to perk up. It’s Gemma with the smallest smile on her face.

“They’re asking for you guys in there.”

“Ready, love?” Harry stands, holding out a hand to pull me up with him.

“Well it’s now or never.”

part two? let me know what you guys think

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katpapple · 3 years

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Random Summer Troupe Headcanons

Tenma 🌻

Everyone in the Summer Troupe has declared that Tenma has 2 modes. Actor mode is when he's big brained and really knows what he's doing. Then there's the Hack Mode(As dubbed by Yuki), where he's just pretending he has a braincell when you know damn well he doesn't.

Feels really insecure about not having any friends growing up like the others did.

Since he's a trained actor, he's probably got one of, if not the best singing voice out of everyone in the company besides Juza.

Is secretly a sucker for romcoms, but doesn't want to admit it.

Knows the lyrics to EVERY Disney song. I'm sorry, I don't make the rules in my brain(oh wait, yes I do, teehee).

Honestly ngl I feel like his favorite Disney Princess movie is Tangled 😳👉👈

Yuki 🎀

Me: Yuki is genderfluid af Tenma: understandable have a nice day

Always has a sketchbook for costume designs

Would totally work as a fulltime costume designer as an adult

Would look adorable with longer hair. Like tied up in a cute little bun,,,, my heart,,,

Starts to crush on Muku HARD. Yes I ship these two, they're just so cute-

Likes going shopping with Azami for new clothes

Looks up to Muku because of his kindness and drive to improve and be brave

I personally think his favorite animal would be a chinchilla because they're smol and floofy

I feel like as he gets older he'd take on a flexitarian lifestyle. He mainly eats a vegetarian diet, but on special occasions he eats meat.

Makes a beauty blog with Azuma and Azami

Is unironically good at freestyle rapping and it kinda both impresses and annoys Azami

Muku Sakisaka 👑

Becomes a shojo mangaka. That's it that's the post send tweet.

Loves showing a lot of romantic gestures to Yuki when they start dating, even if it embarrasses Yuki a lot.

Asks Yuki to make costumes based off his favorite shojo manga

Starts a yoga group with Misumi and Tsumugi!

Loves learning about the flower language from Tsumugi because he finds it fascinating and romantic!

Takes Hisoka and Misumi to a cat café because yes :')

Surprises everyone by being fluent in French! :o

Misumi 🔺️

I personally headcanon Misumi to have Autism, since I myself was diagnosed when I was 9. I relate to him in particular with his interest in triangles, since I myself have areas of interest I hyperfixate on.

I like to project and say some of his stimming includes rocking, flapping hands, clapping, and snapping fingers(those are some of my stims, like I said it's me projecting asjfjshdj)

Would be a fun yoga instructor!

Gets a skateboard that has a kinda triangular look from Taichi and cherishes it forever

Would honestly look good with a nose piercing to me

His favorite season is autumn because of the colors!

Celebrates hanami with his boyfriend Kazunari by going to view the cherry blossoms(Misumi calls the blossom triangle blossoms 😭)

Kazunari 🌺

BI. AS. FUCK.

Loves drawing portraits of his friends(with permission of course)!

Has a lot of fun learning to play Shogi with Misumi

Kazunari is totally a Kirby main

Loves Gorillaz cuz of the artstyle!

Takes Misumi on a scuba diving date 😌

Would totally own a scooter

Kumon ⚾️

His favorite Jojo is Jotaro because he reminds him of Juza

Loves the idea of going to a rock climbing wall with some of the boys

Surprisingly more flexible than he lets on

Likes going on runs with Muku!

Gets a scooter to fuck around at skateparks with Kazunari

If anyone in the Summer Troupe were to play the drums, it would be this guy.

Challenges Kazunari to DDR and they keep record on wins and losses

Ness main. Purely for the baseball bat.

#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#a3! headcanons #natsugumi #tenma sumeragi #misumi ikaruga #muku sakisaka #kumon hyodo #yuki rurikawa #kazunari miyoshi

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gra-sonas · 3 years

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WHAT BETTER WAY TO CELEBRATE THE RENEWAL OF ROSWELL NEW MEXICO FOR SEASON 4 THAN WITH A MALEX FIC! 👏

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This is all @prouvaireafterdark‘s fault btw. Lynne posted the screenshot of a tweet yesterday:

A few weeks ago, I tried to literally bore my 3yo to sleep by telling him everything I knew about nuclear and particle physics. It's a fair bit, it was my speciality once. Every night since then, as he's falling asleep, his little voice pipes up: "tell me about atoms daddy."

And she captioned the post Tell me these aren’t Michael Guerin dad vibes, I dare you

Well, I started writing what I thought would be a short ficlet in reply to the dare during my lunch break, but somehow there were a couple more words left to write.

So here are 2.3K (PG) words of dads!Malex and their son. The fic’s also been posted to AO3.

~*~

It’s Michael’s turn to go through bedtime routine with Matt. Alex snuggles deeper into the warmth of the colorful throw Rosa gave them for Christmas and listens to his two favorites having a deep discussion about the necessity of flossing in the bathroom.

“Papa said I have milk teeth and that they’ll fall out when I’m older. I don’t need to floss,” Alex hears their three year old argue. He snorts. “They will fall out in about three years, that’s a long time for you to still rely on those milk teeth. Come here, Daddy’s gonna floss with you.” Michael’s reply makes Alex smile. He’s so good with Matt. Always happy to explain things, and answering their son’s million questions with the patience of a saint.

He loves Matt’s intriguing mind and his enthusiastic curiosity, but having to explain the ins and outs of cyber security to a toddler after a long day working on improving other people’s cyber security could be a bit much at times. Alex is just grateful that he gets to relax on the sofa and can leave it to Michael to take care of Matt tonight. He takes a sip from his red wine and closes his eyes. What a beautiful evening, and depending on how fast Matt will fall asleep, he has plans to make out with Michael like in the good old days. Just the two of them, in front of the roaring fire.

When he hears the pitter-patter of tiny naked feet on the hardwood floor, he opens his eyes just in time to see Matt speed around the corner, a huge grin plastered on his face. “Look, Papa, my teeth are clean and Daddy showed me how to floss!” He fletches his teeth at Alex, who leans forward to thoroughly inspect Matt’s teeth.

“Wow, you didn’t miss a spot. Excellent job!” Matt flings himself at Alex and wraps his small arms around Alex’s neck. “Daddy has promised to read me a bedtime story. Do you want to come?” Alex wraps Matt into a tight hug and breathes in his scent. Rain, just like his Daddy. Alex presses a kiss into Matt’s dark curls. “I’m a bit tired tonight, Matt, is it okay if I stay on the couch?”

“You stay on the couch and relax, Papa, Daddy and I can handle bringing me to bed.” Alex has a hard time keeping a straight face. “I’m so glad to hear that. Sweet dreams, sweetheart, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow morning.” Matt plasters a flurry of wet kisses all over Alex’s face. “Me, too, Papa. Goodnight!”

He lets go of Alex, and storms out of the living room, passing Michael on his way out, who’s leaning against the door frame. “I won’t take long, we agreed on one bedtime story and me telling him something about the stars. That should put him to sleep quickly. Prepare to be ravished when I come back.” He throws a kiss at Alex who pretends to catch it. “I’m counting on it. I have plans. Wicked plans. I’m in dire need of a mind-blowing orgasm. You up for that?”

Michael pretends to adjust his jeans. “Not yet, but I’ll be, no worries. I’ll blow your mind, and if you’re asking nicely, also your dick,” he smirks. Alex laughs. “My husband’s a sweet talker. Go, get our kid to sleep, and then come back to me. I love you.”

Michael’s wicked smile turned soft. “I love you, too. I hope it won’t take longer than 20 minutes.” He turns around and leaves, the living room door falling shut behind him without Michael touching it. “Showoff,” Alex murmurs fondly, then he wraps himself up in the blanket again and allows himself to drift off for a nap until Michael’s return.

~*~

“Hey, sleepyhead, you still up for that mind-blowing orgasm?” Michael whispers into Alex’s ear almost an hour later. Alex feels Michael’s lips nibble along the sensitive shell of his ear. “Wh—whaaat? How long was I out? Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?”

Michael laughs. “Because we have the most inquisitive kid, who wouldn’t let me drone on about astrophysics as a means to bore him to sleep. Instead he thought it was a lesson and he kept asking questions. Dear god, what did we get ourselves into with him?” Michael rubs at his eyes. “He shouldn’t even be able to understand what I’m talking about, that didn’t keep him from asking questions, though.”

“Don’t look at me, I’m not the one with the genius brain who’s literally from another planet. He can’t have it from me,” Alex jokes. But Michael isn’t having any of it. “You’re the smartest man I know. You’ve hacked into NASA secret servers to get a blue print for me. There are very few people on this planet who’d be able to pull that off, and I’m certainly not one of them. He clearly has it from both of us, his current interest is just focused on asteroids and black holes.”

Alex pulls himself up into a sitting position. “Well, I feel quite refreshed and still very, very horny. What do you think about going to bed and working on those mind-blowing orgasms there? I just really want to fall asleep right after in your arms.”

Michael takes the blanket, folds it and puts it down on the couch. Then he offers Alex his hand and slowly pulls him into a standing position and into his arms. He presses his crotch against Alex’s, his dick already getting hard. “I’m very much up for your suggestion.”

~*~

Three weeks later, Alex returns home late after a meeting with a client that went on much longer than he would’ve preferred. The project will earn him a small fortune, though, so he didn’t feel like cutting things short. He takes off his jacket and washes his hands in the kitchen. He grabs a water bottle from the fridge and guzzles half of it down. The long drive back from Albuquerque’s made him thirsty, but he didn’t want to stop for water on his way home. When he hears voices coming from Matt’s room, he smiles.

Alex places the half-empty water bottle on the dining table on his way to Matt’s room. Matt and Michael look up from the book they’re reading (a story about the Milky Way) when he enters, and his heart grows at least five sizes in that moment. Matt may have his complexion and dark hair, but he has Michael’s curls and nose, and they look so much alike, Alex can barely handle the amount of love flooding him.

“Papa, Papa, you are back. I’ve missed you!” Matt scrambles up from the comfortable position in Michael’s lap to stand up, his arms reaching for Alex. When he’s close enough, Matt flings himself into Alex’s arms, and he’s glad that he expected this to happen, or else he might not have been able to catch Matt without stumbling.

He’s still grateful for the invisible force of Michael’s telekinesis steadying him. He keeps standing and holds Matt in his arms, while Matt tells him everything about the exciting day he had at kindergarten. Michael gets up from the bed and kisses Alex’s temple softly before he joins the family hug.

This, this is how Alex hopes it will always be. The three of them, a loving unit. Matt’s running out of things to tell eventually, that’s when Michael scoops him up in his arms. “Come on, buddy, your Papa had a really long day and he looks like he could use a break.” He turns to Alex. “Have you eaten yet?”

Alex shakes his head. “No, they served coffee and cookies during the meeting, but I could eat something more substantial. Like you said, it’s been a really long day, but I booked the job.” Michael’s face lights up. “Alex, that’s amazing. I knew you’d ace the meeting. I’m so proud of you!”

“I’m proud too, Papa,” Matt crows. Alex smiles. “Thanks, sweetheart. I’ll go to the kitchen and see what I can throw together real quick, I’m not really in the mood for cooking. Are you two good to do the bedtime routine on your own?”

Michael nods. “There’s leftover casserole in the fridge, ready to be warmed up. We’re almost finished here, I’ll join you when Matt’s asleep.” Michael leans forward and kisses Alex. Matt hooks his arms around Alex’s neck from his position and presses a wet kiss to Alex’s cheek. “Goodnight, dearest Papa. You did good today, I love you.”

Alex is ready to melt into a puddle right there and then. “Oh sweetheart, that means so much to me. Thank you. And I know you’ll be a good boy for Daddy and go to sleep without making a fuss now. Goodnight, sleep tight, and—“ “Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” Matt finishes the sentence. He giggles. “Goodnight, Papa.”

Michael kisses Alex. “Go, eat, I’ll join you shortly. Love you.” Alex tousles Matt’s and Michael’s curls. “Love you both so much!” With that he turns around and leaves for the kitchen. The last thing he hears Matt ask is “Tell me about atoms, Daddy."

~*~

20 years later

It’s a beautiful and sunny day in Massachusetts when Matthew Norman Guerin, an athletic young man with a wide smile and unruly dark curls walks up to the podium at MIT to give this year’s graduation speech. He doesn’t have a script (he doesn’t need one, he’s memorized the speech days ago), but his eyes search the front row until his face lights up and he smiles.

There they are, his papa, Alex Guerin, a dark haired man with attractive graying temples, and his dad, Professor Michael Guerin, sporting honey golden curls that look so much like Matt’s. His parents are holding hands and look up to the podium with such love and pride in their eyes, Matt has to swallow around a huge lump in his throat.

He clears his throat. “Before I begin my speech, please allow me to tell you something about myself and the two extraordinary people who raised me. It all started about twenty years ago, when my dad would try to lull me to sleep by telling me fascinating details about space and the universe that should’ve gone way over my head. I was only three years old at the time, and yet there was something about the things he told me, that intrigued and excited me. Instead of falling asleep, I kept asking him questions for almost an hour, and he answered them all.”

Matt runs his hand through his hair, a gesture that is so typical Michael, Alex can’t help but smile. Matt continues. “Both my parents have always answered all my questions. And if they didn’t know the answer, we’d look for an answer online, or call my aunt Liz. My family instilled this huge hunger for knowledge in me, and the excitement to do research. I wouldn’t be standing here in front of you without them, and I certainly wouldn’t have been offered a job with the NASA Deep Space program, if it wasn’t for them.”

Out of the corner of his eyes, Alex notices the tears pooling in Michael’s eyes and he squeezes his hand. Michael squeezes back. “Dad, Papa, I’d like to thank you, for everything you’ve done for me. Thank you for always answering my questions, for giving me access to knowledge, for encouraging me to search for answers. I couldn’t have done most of what I’ve achieved in my life without your love and support. I love you.”

The crowd around Alex and Michael erupts into applause. They both have tears running down their faces now, but they don’t mind. This is such an important day, and their boy is up there, best of his class, a bright future ahead of him. Alex leans over and kisses Michael softly on the cheek.

Later, when all the speeches are over and every student has received their diploma, Matt finds his parents in the crowd. His entire family’s in attendance, his grandma, Liz and Max, Isobel and Greg, and all his cousins. But Matt only has eyes for his fathers. He walks up to them - he’s taller than both of them “he’s got that from me,” Greg likes to claim - and wraps his arms around their shoulders.

Alex and Michael close the circle by hugging each other, and for a long moment it’s only the three of them. “I love you, Dad and Papa. Thanks for everything,” Matt says in a hushed voice. “We love you, too, Matt. And we are so proud of you. Thanks for being the best son we could’ve possibly asked for,” Alex says. One final squeeze, and then Matt’s swept up in hugs and congratulations from the rest of the family.

Alex and Michael stay where they are, arms wrapped around each other. “His existence alone is an absolute miracle, a kid carrying both our genes, but this day is up in my top five moments for sure,” Alex says, keeping his voice low. This is for Michael’s ears only. Michael nods. “Yeah, I think our first time, our wedding, and his birth are higher up on my list of favorite memories, but today’s a great day for sure. We did an amazing job with him.”

“I’m so proud of him, and I’m proud of us, Michael. And I love you more than words can say. Thanks for going on this adventure called life and raising our son with me.” Michael smiles and pulls their clasped hand to his lips and kisses the back of Alex’s hand. “I love you, too,” he whispers. “And I have every intention to show you later in our hotel room.” Alex laughs. “You are impossible, Michael Guerin. But yes, please do, I’ll never get tired of you showing me all the million ways you love me.”

And with that, they join the others in celebrating their son.

#malex #alex manes #michael guerin #rnm fic #malex fic #my fic

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copperpieceharlot · 3 years

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Bud I’m sorry to swing into your inbox uninvited like this but my soul is having an OOTS renaissance thanks to your content in the tag and did you say Leverage AU

haha holy SHIT this got Long. but yes. i’ve been. Thinking. (also literally Never feel like you have to apologize for sending me messages. i was Hoping someone would ask me about this. now i have an Excuse to share EVERYTHING ive written abt it :3)

Obviously, Roy is the leader/brains of the outfit. He grew up having some Strong Opinions abt what’s Legal versus what’s Right due to tragic backstory involving the death of his little brother which was definitely SOMEONE’S fault for negligence but since there technically wasn’t any illegal behavior, there were no consequences for it. Also he’s still angry at his dad bc he thinks his dad is also partly culpable (and also also just a dick). He’s the Moral Backbone of the team (alongside Durkon, more on that later) in basically the same way Nate was in og Leverage. He’s actually not the best at figuring out what people want (that’s Haley and, shockingly, occasionally Elan), but once he has that info, he is the absolute best at figuring out the ideal plan of attack to use in any given case.

Haley is still a thief. I mean she maps to Parker almost PERFECTLY. Her dad was a thief & a conman, her mom wasn’t but knew about it and mostly accepted it, but she died tragically in a mugging gone wrong or smth, which made Ian crank the paranoia WAY up and taught Haley to do the same in the name of “safety”. Let’s keep the “Ian is in Trouble and Haley needs money, Fast” which is why she signs on to the first job in the first place. She’s less acrobatic than Parker, tending towards finding (or making) weak spots in security, but she can still make a tumble check when she needs to.

Elan is the grifter who is somehow an Idiot but also not???? It baffles everyone. When he’s playing a part for a con, he’s FLAWLESS, but then the rest of the time he’s just. No Thoughts Head Empty. He probably gets lured in initially because he’s decided to try his hand at being part of a full team, rather than the two-man cons he’s been running that invariably end w his partner conning him as well and stealing half of his take. Also he likes the idea of being Crime Friends. He’s that tweet where it’s like, Roy: “after the heist is over, we split up and never communicate again” / Elan: [about to unveil his Crime Buddies Forever Friendship Quilt Puppets]: “never?”

Vaarsuvius is the hacker/gadget person. They have a Vaguely Snobby Yet Unidentifiable accent, dyed(?) purple hair (nobody has ever seen their roots) and nobody knows who they “really” are or where they came from, but they’re good at what they do so everyone just accepts the mystery. They probably got suckered into the team by their initial employer (who I’ll get to Eventually, lol) framing it as a challenge to their intellect, like, “oh, I see, you’re not smart enough to make this team work for you...” to which they were like Fucking Watch Me and also melted his computer. Anyways. They are joined (digitally) by their Intrepid Friend And Co-Conspirator (his words, not theirs), a fellow hacker known only as Blackwing, or, on certain forums, Blackwing_Bird. (In the first season, V only occasionally references him when saying they’re “calling in extra help” or smth for a particularly complex hack job. He starts showing up a little more in s2 and eventually by the start of s4 is a regular & established presence, but only appears as actions in a computer interface or output.) Elan is convinced he’s an AI, Belkar doesn’t think he actually exists, Haley pretends she doesn’t think he exists, and Durkon and Roy try not to think about it too hard, as long as B and V still get the job done.

Belkar is the hitter. He is on the team bc their initial employer got him out of jail for it. He doesn’t have a tragic backstory, he just likes doing violent crimes. As the series progresses, he grows some empathy & stuff, but really only for people who actually deserve it. Assholes still get decked. It’s all very touching. (Also he has dwarfism caused by achondroplasia. It doesn’t actually bother him and is useful in fights bc his opponents frequently have no fucking clue how to approach him, but he likes Pretending to take offense at stupid things just to see how far he can go with it.)

Aaaand last but not least, Durkon is the least involved member of the team. He’s actually a career criminal and Roy’s mentor, and wasn’t a member of the initial team that [redacted, I’ll tell you later, PROMISE] put together for a couple of reasons, the main one being that he’s Officially retired in order to spend more time with his family, which consists of his mom, his friend (not girlfriend) Hilgya, baby Kudzu, and a truly stunning number of aunts, uncles, and cousins. Roy frequently calls or visits him for advice and he Occasionally shows up to help out on local jobs, but generally he avoids doing crime if he can (as part of a deal with Hilgya, who is also a career criminal; basically, they’ve both cut back on the crime in order to provide a more stable home environment for Kudzu. But sometimes, you gotta do a little crime, and in those cases, Sigdi enjoys spending time w her grandson.)

NOW. THE BIG REVEAL YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR. Who got the team together in the first place?!

The answer: Lord Shojo (or whatever Normal Person Name you want to assign him). Now this is where it gets tricky: he had them do a thing that they thought was good, THEN they thought it was BAD, but then when they confronted him he revealed that it Appearing to be bad was actually a test of character and would they consider working as basically internal investigators for him? But then he had a heart attack, so, rip. But THEN it turned out that he’d left them a bunch of money anyway and they were all feeling kind of Inspired so they formed the Order of the Stick, LLC (which, no, i am not coming up with a new name, actually, because I just don’t care. someone else can come up w a justification for that name, tho, i’m sure it’s possible). Also Miko was there and was unhappy abt their actions, and also their general existence.

Moving on. Villains!

Redcloak is the Sterling replacement, because that DEEPLY amuses me.

Xykon is a season-long main villain, probably one that Redcloak finds himself working for but then “teams up with” (read: blackmails) the Order to bring him down bc even Redcloak finds Xykon distasteful. That’s season 3, let’s say.

Tarquin is another season villain, say season 2. Nale probably shows up pretty early in s1, actually, as another recurring antagonist like Sterling but uh. Less good at it. Anyways the s2 final 3 eps deal with them (accidentally) discovering that Tarquin runs some Evil Empire Company, then trying to outplay him and take him down. Idk if Nale still dies in this version tbh.

Tsukiko is a one-off s1 villain who returns briefly in s4 alongside Miko, who has gone well and truly off the rails.

Season 1 finale has to do w Roy finally getting Vengeance for his little brother.

The vampire squad is the s4 finale villain who do smth terrible to Durkon and then get the Mother Of All Revenge served up to them by the Order.

I envision the show as being 5 seasons (like og Leverage) but I’m not going to sketch out s5 because I think it should be based off whatever happens in the current story arc, possibly involving some legacy of the OotSquiggle.

Other stuff!

The Order of the Squiggle is a legendary criminal team from the 60s who stole a BUNCH of famous shit & then proceeded to legendarily implode. This has no bearing on the plot I’ve sketched out, I just think it’s fun.

The Sapphire Guard members should probably be reworked as FBI. I don’t care about most of them but I do think that Lien and O-Chul could be like, FBI agents who Choose to look the other way while the Order does their very-much-not-legal-but-still-fair Justice Crime, and maybe even help them out on occasion.

So, the Final season-by-season outline, based on everything I’ve written so far:

s1 e1: getting the team together, doing a con for Shojo, then at the end he dies and the gang is like “dang what now?" and intend to split up except then they Don’t.

mid-s1: Nale shows up and tries to trick the Order, but then gets beat like a drum.

late s1: Tsukiko is an underling of the Villain Of The Week, winds up in police custody. But She’ll Be Back.

s1 finale: Roy’s Vengeance: The Vengeaning. also we meet Redcloak as an antagonist.

s2 e1: the truth abt Haley’s father comes out

early s2: The Two Live Crews Job but it’s the Order vs the Linear Guild and the Linear Guild ARE all bad guys.

mid-s2: Redcloak returns. ugh.

late s2: the sapphire guard FBI makes its first appearance, hello O-Chul and Lien.

s2 pre-finale: once again they’re in conflict w Nale over smth, he spends the whole episodes making Cryptic Remarks, they basically beat him (like a drum!) but then the stinger at the end is that Tarquin reveals himself and Elan is like “Dad?!”, roll credits.

s2 finale, part 1: Elan is hanging out w Tarquin bc he’s DEEP in Denial, the Rest of the team tries to take Tarquin down, but it doesn’t work.

s2 finale, part 2: Elan finally gets a clue and they manage to beat Tarquin. still haven’t decided if Nale dies or not, but I’m leaning towards yes. also they rescue Haley’s dad.

s3 e1: fuck dude idk.

early s3: Redcloak shows up, AGAIN, everyone groans. he has blackmail on them, he wants them to take Xykon down.

mid s3: The Rashomon Job but it’s about stealing the Talisman of Dorukan and it turns out that Nale was there too (“oh!” Elan says. “I was wondering why I looked so weird in all those mirrors! But it wasn’t my reflection, it was Nale’s!” “Sweetie, that wasn’t Nale’s reflection,” says Haley. “Huh,” says Elan, “so the mirrors were broken?”, cue eye rolling from everyone else.), and the Successful thief was Hilgya, who’d nabbed it from the owner before it even went on display.

s3 finale: they beat Xykon, actually factually, because he deserves to get his ass Thoroughly kicked, even if only in AU form. Lien and O-Chul are there, so are some other less helpful FBI people. There’s a bit where O-Chul Exact Wordses his way out of telling his superiors about the Order’s less legal activities without technically lying. King shit.

s4 e1: doesn’t really matter. maybe smth to do w some legacy of Tarquin’s company to set up the drama w Malack & Durkon later.

early s4: Durkon gets SENT TO PRISON. Malack approaches the Order abt this because sure they have Different Ethics but they’re still Friends. (Roy is surprised and a little hurt that he’s never heard of Malack, but he ignores that in favor of Let’s Get Whatever Fuckers Did This To Our Friend.)

immediately after that: Miko and Tsukiko return as a Team, preventing the Order from working on the Durkon situation

mid s4: Redcloak makes another unexpected & unwelcome appearance but he’s maybe a little less of a dick? the Order collaborates with Malack & his Crime Buddies (hello, Vector Legion) to pull one over on him tho, because “less of a dick” does not mean “a pleasant or decent person”, and also he was mean abt Durkon being in jail, so he totally deserved it. he still gets whatever he wanted tho, just takes a blow to his pride. also prevents the Order from helping Durkon. they’re having a LOT of setbacks wonder why that could be, not to make sure the season fills its whole length or anything, no sirree

s4 finale: something something taking down the organization, headed by Hel (yes that’s her real name), which framed Durkon for their Big Crime. Durkon goes free and Extra Firmly retires, For Good, He Swears, but says he “met someone new” who might be an asset.

s5 e1: minrah joins the team! and the episode is set in like, somewhere really snowy. that’s all i got.

the rest of s5: don’t know, don’t care, it’s open-ended until the comic finishes up.

#mine #ask #corvidcorgi #order of the stick #oots #leverage #leverage au #oots au #au #outline #haha this thing clocks in at 1.9k words because i am LITERALLY incapable of shutting up #hope u enjoy it bc i spent Way Too Much Mental Effort mapping out how the OotS plotlines might play out in a leverage setting #and then promptly ignored Most of that in favor of making it funnier & dumber & more villain-of-the-week #(bc lbr the comic is Good but it's got an overarching plot form that the Leverage story style does Not jive with)#i'm not tagging all these characters lol

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ingek73 · 3 years

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Game, set, and twat: Whether it’s Meghan or Naomi Osaka, Piers Morgan’s MailOnline-enabled bullying has a pattern...

... the mediocre hack’s mediocre hack hates women who don’t dance to his tune.

Mic Wright

11 hr ago

If someone had a blog and Twitter account where they relentlessly attacked a series of high profile women — many of them women of colour — for perceived slights and their refusal to pay the writer attention, we’d usually call that person a bully and a troll, and if they persisted in that behaviour they might even find themselves facing legal consequences.

But Piers Morgan has a TV career and a MailOnline byline so he’s given impunity to mock, abuse, and denigrate women while claiming he’s just a ‘critical voice’. His latest target is Naomi Osaka, the 23-year-old tennis player who is currently ranked number 2 in the world, is the reigning champion of the US Open and Australian Open, and became the first woman to win back-to-back grand slams since Serena Williams in 2015.

By contrast, Piers Morgan is a mediocre hack who owes his controversy-baiting career to Simon Cowell who pulled him out of the dumper of history and plonked him on the America’s Got Talent panel after he was frog-marched out of Fleet Street for slapping faked photos on the front page of a national newspaper. That incident was the last in an ignominious run at The Daily Mirror and, before that, in the Murdoch press, which I have covered extensively in the past.

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Nabil Abdulrashid

@Nabilu

If time machines existed Piers Morgan would go backwards in time to chat shit about Rosa Parks

May 31st 2021

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Morgan’s latest creepy obsession was triggered — I use that word deliberately — by Osaka’s decision not to speak to the press during the French Open at Roland Garros because interviews were affecting her mental health. She subsequently withdrew from the tournament altogether after winning her first match, having been fined $15,000 for not speaking to the media and warned she was at risk of being expelled from the event.

In her statement yesterday, Osaka wrote that she had suffered “long bouts of depression” since she defeated Serena Williams in the 2018 US Open Final and received significant media attention. She continued:

I never wanted to be a distraction and I accept that my timing was not ideal and my message could have been clearer. More importantly, I would never trivialise mental health or use the term lightly.

Nothing in either of Osaka’s statements support Morgan’s sneering labelling of the player as “Narcissistic Naomi” or “world sport’s most petulant little madam”. Once again a 56-year-old man is using his vast and undeserved media platform to bully and harass a woman half his age. And — surprise, surprise — it’s actually just a new front in his obsessive one-sided war on the Duchess of Sussex.

Beneath the frankly unhinged headline, Narcissistic Naomi's cynical exploitation of mental health to silence the media is right from the Meghan and Harry playbook of wanting their press cake and eating it, Morgan writes:

Naomi Osaka is a brilliant tennis player…

… She is also the highest-paid female athlete in the world, raking in $55.2 million in the past 12 months, $5.2 million from tennis winnings and $50 million from endorsement deals with the likes of Nike, Beats by Dre, Mastercard and Nissin…

… Unfortunately, Ms Osaka is also an arrogant spoiled brat whose fame and fortune appears to have inflated her ego to gigantic proportions.

How else to explain her extraordinary decision to announce she will no longer participate in media press conferences, supposedly to protect her mental health?

Morgan is pretending that he doesn’t know that money is not an impregnable suit of armour to protect your mental health. Osaka could be the richest woman in the world and still face anxiety and depression. In fact, at just 23, the pressures of her performance-driven, endorsement-laden life are arguably more likely to lead to those feelings than a ‘normal’ one.

But rather than seeing Osaka as a young woman in an extraordinary position who is struggling with those demands and finding the hectoring, hostile, and entitled attitude of the press hard to handle at the moment, Morgan calls her “petulant” and continues:

[She] was fined $15,000 for refusing to appear in front of the media… Of course, given that she earns around $6,000 an hour, Osaka will recoup this fine while she sleeps tonight, rendering the fine utterly meaningless.

What's not meaningless is her frankly contemptible attempt to avoid legitimate media scrutiny by weaponizing mental health to justify her boycott.

Morgan departed Good Morning Britain after the row that followed his comment that he “didn’t believe a word” of the Duchess of Sussex’s statements about her mental health during the Oprah interview. Now, the mental health analyser has logged on again and he has determined that Naomi Osaka does not meet his standard of distress. Sadly, he secured his professional qualifications in this area by scrawling a certificate in crayon on the back of a Pizza Express kids menu.

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Paul Bernal

@PaulbernalUK

What is it about Naomi Osaka and Meghan Markle that gets Piers Morgan so worked up, I wonder. Image

May 31st 2021

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He claims that after reading Osaka’s Instagram post about press conferences, which he calls “an orgy of narcissistic twaddle”, “several times” he experienced “mounting fury”. Remember, this is a 56-year-old man contorting his melted waxwork face into an angry rictus over a 23-year-old woman he doesn’t know choosing not to appear at a press conference. I am not convinced that Osaka is the narcissistic one here.

Morgan continues:

One thing’s very clear: This has got nothing to do with mental health.

What Osaka really means is that she doesn’t want to face the media if she hasn’t played well, because the beastly journalists might actually dare to criticise her performance…

… This is straight out of the Meghan and Harry playbook of wanting to have the world’s largest cake and eating it, by exploiting the media for ruthless self-promotion but using mental health to silence any media criticism.

One thing’s very clear: This has got nothing to do with Naomi Osaka.

What Morgan really means is that he’s still beetroot red over a perceived slight by Meghan back in 2016, which he only started ranting about after he didn’t get an invite to her wedding and was “ghosted”. That came after two years of him tweeting about her as a “friend”.

Piers Morgan is simply using Naomi Osaka as another way to wage his sad fuck guerilla war against the Sussexes. And Osaka is just the latest in a long string of young women to fall short of his weirdo expectations.

He berated Lady Gaga on social media, attacking her after she spoke about dealing with PTSD after being raped, and goaded her so much that she agreed to an interview clearly in the hope of getting him to stop.

He attacked Arianna Grande after the Manchester Arena attack and kept up his bullying for six months until she agreed to have dinner with him after what he said was a “chance meeting”. After she had conceded to spending time in his fetid presence he shifted tack and started creepily calling her his “soulmate” — she was 26 at the time.

These obsessions with young women are often framed as “feuds” in the press, but they are, in fact, byline-enabled stalking. Morgan has a huge platform and he abuses it to get women to concede to him, to make mollifying noises, to pretend that they are his friends just to get him to stop.

The only difference between Piers Morgan and a street harasser screaming at a woman to smile is that MailOnline and ITV pay him handsomely for the privilege. Tonight, Morgan’s ‘Life Stories’ interview with Keir Starmer goes out on ITV and he’ll once again get a chance to dominate the headlines. His views are given credence by the political elite even as he continues to abuse women for attention and praise.

It’s a tactic he’s used for decades, stretching back to his time on The Sun’s Bizarre column, where he insisted on inserting pictures of himself cuddling up to celebrities. His ‘feud’/obsession with Madonna has run on for decades, beginning in his Fleet Street days when she didn’t give him the exclusive on her first pregnancy and continuing right up until now.

As with Lady Gaga, Morgan has repeatedly mocked and dismissed Madonna for saying she was raped in the past. However, unlike Gaga, Madonna has refused to pay homage to Morgan with an interview. He preemptively ‘banned’ her from his CNN show back in 2011 though she had shown not one scintilla of interest in appearing, and tried to reignite interest in his hatred for her in 2016 by saying he would end “the feud” if she apologised to him. He’s still waiting for that call.

Morgan’s attack on Osaka, which is simply another attempt to get at Meghan, came two days after a Daily Mail interview with Jan Moir in which he grumbled:

[Meghan] thinks she’s beaten me? She might be in for a surprise because I suspect I’ll be back soon. If Meghan thinks she has cancelled me or won the battle, she is in for a big shock. I’ve never been more popular.

It made me think of this moment in Mad Men:

Michael Ginsberg: What do I care? I got a million of them… a million…

Don Draper: Good. I guess I’m lucky you work for me.

Michael Ginsberg: I feel bad for you.

Don Draper: I don’t think about you at all.

Meghan is Draper. Morgan is a total Ginsberg — smug and self-satisfied, convinced that Meghan is as obsessed with him as he is with her, certain that they are having a feud between equals and not the same dynamic as every woman cursed with a sad but sinister stalker.

And while Morgan acts like he’s a brave truth-teller, he only dares pump his horseshit opinions into MailOnline’s open sewer once he’s fairly sure that there are enough other media bullies taking the same line. The Australian’s tennis correspondent Will Swanton filed his misogynist screed a full day before Morgan got round to his.

There’s a clue as to how Morgan expects young women to act around him in the latest instalment of his journals — The Diary of Samuel Creeps — which are published in The Mail on Sunday.

Recounting his visit to what sounds like a truly mind-numbing party (“…drinking cocktails, nibbling canapés and having actual ‘fun’ in the garden of the Notting Hill home of Gabriela Peacock, nutritionist to the stars.”) he describes an encounter with Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie:

Princess Beatrice arrived with her husband Eduardo. They announced her first pregnancy today, and both seemed ecstatically happy.

‘Please thank your mum for her supportive texts when I left GMB,’ I told her. ‘She’s always been very loyal to me, and I greatly appreciate it.’

‘Well, you’ve been very loyal to her,’ Beatrice replied, ‘and she appreciates that too.’

I’ve always had a soft spot for Fergie.

Princess Eugenie, who gave birth to her first child three months ago, joined her sister. ‘If you two need any parenting tips for your expanding Royal creche, I’ve had four kids so am something of an expert,’ I suggested.

Their regal eyebrows shot up in synchronised horror. ‘No, we’re good thanks, Piers,’ came the firm, unified response.

I’ve known both Princesses since they were very young, and they’ve been through a lot of tough times in the media spotlight, especially lately over their father Prince Andrew’s shameful friendship with billionaire paedophile Jeffrey Epstein.

But they never complain, or give whining interviews, or publicly trash their family, and they’re always incredibly nice, polite and good fun – which all makes such a refreshing change from their narcissistic, self-pitying, family-abusing, spoiled-brat cousins over in California.

Piers Morgan wants to be treated as famous rather than infamous, and likes women to indulge his antics and act as if they’re amused by his sweaty-handed attention. Fergie — a woman devoid of discernible talent beyond tolerating her ex-husband’s second career as the top Yelp! reviewer at Jeffrey Epstein’s houses — is a-ok with Piers because she sucks up to him. Similarly, her daughters are delightful because they’ll tolerate Morgan’s dad jokes and fetid familiarity.

Morgan is not a journalist, a truth-teller, a maverick, or a commentator in anything but bad faith. He’s nothing more than a misogynist with a MailOnline byline and some big money contracts. Don’t let him pretend to be anything else.

#piers morgan #naomi osaka #meghan markle #lady gaga #ariana grande

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Fundy Dream SMP Chaos 01 APR 21

Delayed Liveblogging Part 1/1

I’m late cause I was on Wills stream.

He was laughing and complaining about not being able to burn things.

He’s happy he made a thing.

Oh no. Why is he tnting the castle and arsoning?

Why is Fundy causing problems on purpose?

Fundy honey please don’t break the holy land.

Oh it’s supposedly a fake server.

I need to read chat more to learn what is happening.

I guess I trust chat with fake smp?

OH WAIT! It’s April first!

I expected Fundy to prank us but I’m honestly too stupid for my own good sometimes.

Alright install hacks. Let’s go.

Chat has been burned before today.

Just casually looking at the reach mods.

The reason I don’t trust this is be a fake server is because he was on the real server earlier.

Fundy honestly might just be trying problems on purpose and it wouldn’t surprise me.

Sneaking under the half door! Oh wait never mind.

Oh no. Not memory dream stuff. Please your chat will cry.

Arson the Tommy house.

Arson the trees.

Oh an awesome old house.

Ah yes more tnt.

Fox boy has had quite the explosion obsession lately.

Upwards MLG. So talented.

I still don’t trust this not to be real. Because Fundy very well might explode things.

My dog is laying on my foot.

Lots of explosions.

Making more tnt nice.

Fundy gets banned arc! Let’s goooo.

Ok I want to see Fundy make this shot.

Explosion hour!

You can do it!

Chat is so divided between encouraging chaos and desperately hoping this is an April fools prank.

It’s still April first over there isn’t it?

1000% cannon

I love how Fundy understands that people do what they are told not to. So he tells them not to prime.

So close.

Come on! Explosion!

FOR THE PRIMES!

Yesssss!!!

MLG Fire. All the talent of this man.

I was so excited for Pokémon cards. But no face cam.

Wait don’t do Pokémon cards. We can’t see. 😢

Ah yes, Pokémon card asmr...

I wish I could see the cards. I love Pokémon cards.

I don’t know what some of these Pokémon he is vaguely describing are.

Oh wait! What was the last one???

Oooo what is it? What is it?

Rainbow glitter doesn’t limit it.

I could not understand that name. I can’t tell if it’s good.

Also Fundy. Time to look at this card.

Quit retaking the picture and just post it.

I swear he is enjoying toying with us.

We’re being shot while he’s trying to take a picture.

Ok time to check the bird site.

I have replied to the tweet with the requested phrase.

I don’t believe it’s worth a lot but it’s pretty.

Finally we’re done being stabbed by the skeleton.

Skeleton coming into close shot range.

Please don’t drown sir.

He’s comin’

Anyway back to causing problems.

Or you know back on memory lane...

Oh wait nevermind. Problems on purpose.

Really cool idea?

Another lovely ranged shot.

Aww. Didn’t quite make it.

Again didn’t quite make it.

Lazy way now.

“Eek” -Fundy

That’s one way to get revenge.

Chat keeping on calling for the death of Michael.

Casually sneaking into creative cause he’s out of tnt.

Tnt balloon launcher!

Oh Fundy planning on causing trouble at the other prison.

Tnt launcher let’s go.

Oh a being donated 100 lovely.

They deserve to have a tnt launcher named after them.

The chests being full has me suspicious but I still doubt the boy is truly causing problems on purpose.

Tnt launcher did not work.

L the streamer.

Oh Niki is going live on the smp. I suppose that’s one way we can find out if it’s the true smp.

Off they went. But it’s not accurate.

We’re just working with Fundy to cause trouble.

Nope. He just can’t do it.

Wow he’s flying like magic! (And covering that with tnt)

Making homemaker a bigger target isn’t going to work.

He’s gathering so many arrows.

Not a single one hit. Awesome looking but a lovely failure.

I tried to check on Nikis stream but the only thing that happened is I had to watch an ad to get back to Fundy.

Also Niki was hosting Minx. I missed her.

Awesome explosion Fundy.

Ah. Auto build.

Oh we auto built a bunch of signs. And none of them have the message.

Fungi grave. With diamonds. Lovely.

I am enjoying this even if I know better.

Ah. A lovely pile of tnt.

Poof!

Someone should have let Fundy have tnt sooner.

Casual flight.

I always love the music on Fundy’s streams. Just That lovely nostalgia.

Just piles of tnt by the hotel.

Chat is so panicked.

I don’t think most of them know it’s April first.

Oooo are we gambling?

Nope not gambling. But it did work gorgeously.

I’m not a griefing kind of person, but this does my heart good.

Enjoying problems.

“Oh what’s this place” adds tnt “gone” -Fundy

Come on chat people. Just encourage him. Quit saying check the date and that it’s a fake server. Just role with it.

Oh that was a very pretty explosion.

Exploded early but it worked (stupid egg bits)

A gorgeous sideways explosion.

We still aren’t destroying... oh wait. We are exploding. No sign.

No escape. But he survived. And the prime bell is still safe.

Castle explosion time.

I’m kinda sad about the castle I’ll admit. But I’ll still up for a good explosion.

Made the lil house and now he explodes things.

Chat blowing up the rainbow castle isn’t homophobic. Hush.

Oooo shaders. That’ll look pretty.

Cant wait to see the pretty screenshots the artists use.

Probably a back up. We’ll see.

Oh I’m also a bit sad about the museum. But you know. If we gotta explode things we gotta explode things.

I can’t wait to see the shaders with this.

Struggling to explosions.

Oh pretty. And the hotdog survives!!!

Cinematic. Beautiful.

Donos playing along saying he’ll be banned. Or donos just confused.

This boy truly pretending he hacked his way into creative on the smp.

Ok that was a pretty cinematic shot.

Holo mellons

Sniff raid! Lovely!

Also the person telling them to check out foolish’s stream. Hush. Let us worry people.

Oh did Fundy build the funky cube thing? I doubt but still.

Prison time.

Oh got to get the skeppy and bad house

And whatever that pit building is.

Everyone still talking about how it ain’t real. Quit it y’all. Come on. Join the joke.

Our dearest mods trying to keep everyone from spoiling it.

The prison is a really pretty build. And it does look explodable.

Explode the prison. Yes and 5up is hot is what are winning.

The no’s can’t catch up. It’s fire time.

You can tell the prank has failed, but it’s still good for the heart to see it explode. It is still a game after all as emotionally attached as we have gotten to it.

A small thing. A small explosive thing.

Everyone changing lag already.

Everyone already ready to fight Fundy if he were to blow up Michael.

Button time.

Oh we even have the cool undertake music.

And the cannon didn’t reach.

Auto build plus lots of tnt.

This is the grand finale of the prank I believe.

I might to go foolish after this. Get some chaotic building man.

Prime bell!!!

Poof and pop.

Oh that was pretty.

Wait... inner wall...

Well. Lore people take your notes on prison construction.

This knowledge will help you on your quest later.

Prison couldn’t even be broken by a fox with a tnt canon.

Phil Raid! Hooray!

Please be a real raid. I want the extra half hour of chaos.

Even though the fox should be yelled at to go to sleep.

Oh. Was it a real Phil raid? I half expected it not to be.

The chat is both confused and chilling.

You get that hype train rich people.

Walking around trying to pretend we haven’t been blowing everything up.

Casually walking around showing off his destruction.

It’s not even April first over theee anymore is it?

Ah. Yeah it is April fools joke.

Ah. Is Fundy actually coming clean about his stuff.

Ah no. He’s continuing to pretend nothing is happening.

Lots of tnt.

Gorgeous. Magnificent. Fantastic.

I love tnt particles for whatever reason. They always look so good.

That actually did a lot.

Yes join the fox discord! Yes follow the fox Twitter! I’ve already done both. I don’t really check either but still.

Showing off his explosions.

Oh we’re doing a reenactment.

Let’s gooo.

L’manhole v. 3 (4?)

Lots of tnt. Always good.

Oh. Oh no. It’s lagging bad.

The tnt. Isn’t going.

Ah now the true lag.

“Cool guys don’t have the frames to look at explosions” -Fundy

That was a good explosion. How deep did it go? No very probably.

TNT parkour! We love it!

That didn’t work but that was a nice explosion. Plenty of bedrock.

Good job with the hype train rich people.

We enjoy our streamer causing problems.

And the sign has changed again. You know the one. “You heart...”

Trying to fill the orb thing with tnt.

That was a very contained explosion.

Good explosion time.

Ok. We’re talking concrete replacement.

Blood vines exploding this early again.

Casually exploding the tiny Eret.

Everyone convincing him not to blow up the tiny Eret.

I love how those who watch one watch the other.

L’manburg yeah explode it. Eret? No.

Oh wait don’t look at the spoilers.

Secret Base Here.

Ahh. Blowing up his tower as well.

Nevermind. We like the tower.

Reasons. Mhm. Didn’t plan on that when he set this up. (In relation to snowchester)

Boy’s tnt penmanship is like that of a toddler.

Great explosions.

Oh we’re poofing the Targay next.

I love the two types of people. People like me, playing along, and the people who are panicking and praying it’s a copy.

Love the mods telling everyone it’s real.

Aww he died.

It’s ok. We respawned.

Defiantly cannon.

We don’t want it to be? That’s worrying for future lore.

But we’re not talking future lore. We’re doing therapy explosions.

Oh an ad. I didn’t get it. I won’t complain.

All the levels gone so sad. Not like they can spontaneously appear.

No. We aren’t going to snowchester. Too far away.

Where is the next level?

Random fire arrows???

Yes we are question marking.

Coder boy? Minecraft commands?

Run command?

Execute command?

He’s typing. I understand none of it.

Oh it’s peaceful.

There it goes.

Withers our favorite thing

Withers and chickens.

Oh. We stuck. We lagging bad.

Let me join the L group really fast.

The game crashed and now he’s trying again.

Wait all the damage reset?

Oh wait no we’re on the real smp now aren’t we!

Maybe not... we’ll see.

It never saved?

And here is the April Fools reveal.

Oh hooray sub goal and piano tunes!

Oh American roadtrip by Fundy!

That’ll be fun! It’ll be fun to see the vlogs and the like!

Raise that sub goal! Get that fun adventure!

It’ll be a month but it’ll be fun!

Ah he is telling them it was a real April fools steam.

But this is a cool idea! I hope the boy gets to come here on an adventure.

Why do many New York and New Jersey people? Also hooray 5up!

I hit the text block limit. Good song time! Banger tune time! Oh that’s neat! FundyJam! Another? I could make a part 2 to this instead of cramming, but that’s too much work. GOOD SONG GOOD STREAM! I love Fundy streams so much. Very therapeutic explosions. And the raid went through. 15TH FOR MAIN CHANNEL VIDEO!!!!

#fundy #april first #dream smp #kinda ish #it’s close enough #delayed liveblogging #spoilers #Fundy spoilers

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These People in This Room (Don't Shine Like You) (Diamond Chaney) - Ortega

summary: Lawrence has just been crowned the winner of RuPaul’s Drag Race UK, and Ellie is right beside her. Just like she’s always been.

a/n: omg HIIIIII! here’s my entry to the fic challenge (will it be my only one? who can say). in a shocking turn of events this is not a drabble asdfghjk but would we have expected anything concise from me? this fic was inspired by Shine and Starstruck, both by Years and Years. they are very diamond chaney songs so pls do give them a little listen for full effect! standard procedure, she/her pronouns bc they’re in drag, u know the drill. this has taken me entirely too long to write but pls enjoy some diamond chaney from the night of the crowning! (pls also collectively pretend they had an actual dancefloor to celebrate on and not just a hotel room bc i had already started writing at the point Ellie posted her BTS. fic is just one big serving of pretend anyway xo)

***

It’s somewhere around midnight, the sun has set on Thursday and Friday has crept in, and Lawrence is sitting in a booth with the dancefloor flashing bright colours in front of her, only just daring to believe that this is her actual life.

There is not a single moment that seems real. Even being one of the top four took her essentially since filming stopped to come to terms with. But hearing her name being read out, hearing the other girls cheer for her and being able to do nothing but stare at the screen in disbelief with her hands over her mouth and sob like a baby…that’s not sunk in yet. Maybe it never will. She’s still feeling the after-effects from the way the shock and euphoria had kicked seven shades of shit out of her pulse, the way the serotonin had crashed over her like a wave and the absolute unbridled lack of control she’d had over any of her emotions.

When the cameras had been cut off and they’d been given the all-clear from the producers that they could hug each other, Lawrence had only managed to stand up from the chair, still in floods of tears as Bimini bundled their arms around her, Tayce had jostled them all with the way she’d jumped up and down and yelled in delight, and Ellie had looped her arms around her neck and murmured into her shoulder, words Lawrence couldn’t hear but felt the love from regardless.

It had to be Ellie, really, that crowned her. It was a full-circle moment. She still remembers the night they met for the first time; Dundee in 2016, some time in the early hours of the morning (she’d probably called it ‘bastard o’clock’ or something similar), coming out of the bar and being stopped by a boy in half-drag similar ages with her who spoke rapidly and excitedly and told her that he’d messaged her about starting drag and she’d replied to him. The way realisation had dawned on her and the way she’d been her usual loud and boisterous self to cover up the fact she’d actually been quite bashful about the fact they were meeting for the first time.

There was no alternative, not least because of everything they’ve been through together; the years leading up to this moment and the rollercoaster it’s all been. She’s glad that they’re on a high because they’ve seen each other at their lows (been the cause of each others’ too, sometimes) and pulled through only slightly scathed, but always stronger. The producer had asked Lawrence who she’d wanted and when she, still speechless, had pointed in Ellie’s direction, seeing the tears start to stream down her face had only made Lawrence’s start all over again. They’d hugged- just the two of them this time- and the way Ellie had immediately felt like a safe place in the crazy chaos of reality reminded Lawrence so much of when they had filmed. The way even just hearing Ellie’s voice would stop her feeling homesick, the way she was a living comfort blanket.

She’d never tell that to Ellie, of course, because she’d never hear the end of it if she did.

It’s been a couple of hours and Lawrence is expecting everything to suddenly sink in any minute now. Something will click like the last piece of a puzzle and she’ll finally accept that she’s won, that the whole thing isn’t a giant and premature April fools’ prank. She turns her phone over in her hand, wondering what all this nervous energy is doing to her body chemistry. She’s got messages from her family, her friends, Kiko, the girls she works with back home. Well…some of them. But apart from reading them and frantically replying, Lawrence hasn’t checked anything else; hasn’t opened Twitter or Instagram, where the notifications are piling up like pizza leaflets through a letterbox and are equally as unwanted. If she thinks about them she can feel her stomach twist, wrung out like a wet towel.

Forty thousand likes. The Team Bimini tweet had forty thousand likes. What did her own get? Eight thousand? Lawrence thinks about the sheer scale of forty thousand people, compares it to the population of towns in Scotland. Almost Airdrie. Just under Coatbridge. She imagines a whole town of people, angry and furious and disappointed, and all of them tweeting her to let her know exactly that. She remembers in high school when she thought the whole of Hermitage was against her. She wants to tell baby Lawrence that that was fucking small fry. A thousand kids? Try the sheer scale of Bimini’s fanbase. Her breath is shaky when she tries to breathe in, like her lungs have reduced in size. It reminds her of that time in school camp when they all had to jump from a pier for some unknown-fucking-reason, how freezing the water had been and how her chest felt tight as she gasped for air. Lawrence supposes it was character building in the sense that it prepared her exactly for how anxiety would make her feel later in life.

In for four. Hold for five. Out for six.

“There she is!”

An ever so slightly slurred and wobbly voice breaks Lawrence’s reverie, and when she looks up she sees Ellie approaching her, a little unsteady even in the flats she’s changed into with a glass of prosecco in each hand. It says a lot that even at the top of a helter-skelter of an anxiety spiral, Lawrence’s heart still gives a little swell when she sees her friend. Ellie has always been able to make her feel better. She feels an almost silly sense of relief that she’s here.

Lawrence takes one last little breath in before plastering a small smile to her face. “Awrite? Where’s Mumma Diamond?”

“In her room conked out. Just got back from putting her to bed, she couldn’t hack it. Letting down the family name, that one,” Ellie huffs, sliding into the booth and squashing up right beside Lawrence, even though there’s enough space for two metres distance even if they had still been under strict instructions from the BBC.

“Tayce?” Lawrence asks, gratefully accepting the prosecco glass and hurriedly downing a too-big gulp in an attempt to calm herself down.

“Facetiming A’whora. Of course.”

“Of course. Maybe a bottle and a half of prosecco is gonny be the love potion she never knew she needed.”

“Fuck, we can only hope,” Ellie grins, already laughing through her words. “If we’re gonna be touring with them I don’t wanna have to karate chop through five layers of sexual tension every time I have to walk past them.”

Lawrence chuckles, tired but humoured and unable to not make the so-obvious joke. “You couldny fight sleep.”

“Shut the fuck up, I’ll fight you in a minute!” Ellie nudges her with her shoulder and spills both of their prosecco from the glasses in their hands. The gesture is affectionate and out of place with the impending threat. “Where’s Bims? Thought they were with you.”

Lawrence shrugs. “Went out for a smoke with one of the runners about twenty minutes ago and never returned.”

“Good for them. Always thought there’s something inherently sexy about a winch in a back alley.”

“Well, you would know.”

“Eh, so would you!” Ellie cries, nothing short of incredulously offended. Her expression makes her look even more like a cartoon character than usual, and it’s entirely too endearing.

“Yeah, forgot that popular phrase. It takes two to winch in a back alley,” Lawrence jokes, but her heart isn’t in it. It’s too heavy and her ribcage feels like someone laced her into a corset and pulled it too tight. She’s hoping Ellie is too drunk to notice.

Ellie sips her prosecco with her eyes on her, then scrutinises her as she swallows it. She frowns, her nose wrinkling up as she prods Lawrence with an acrylic-nail finger. “What’s up?”

Fuck.

“The sky,” Lawrence says without conviction, and the raised eyebrow Ellie gives her in return is enough to unlock her. She deflates like a balloon and brings her phone up so Ellie can see it, turning it over in her hands. “Just…as happy as I am, and as much as this is all a dream come true…I keep psyching myself up to open any social media, and I can’t, because this one fucking brain cell of anxiety keeps telling me that everyone out there hates me and hates the fact I’ve won.”

Ellie’s face falls into a frown. She gently pries the phone out of her hands and places it on the table, takes one of Lawrence’s free hands in hers and rubs her thumb over her knuckles. “But all your other brain cells know that’s wrong.”

Lawrence sighs. “So why’s that one louder than all the rest?”

Ellie presses her lips together in a badly-suppressed smile. She’s giggling as she speaks. “Because you’ve only got two brain cells.”

Lawrence splutters a laugh, shoving Ellie with her free hand. The other is still laced together with hers. As the laughter dies down and the momentary serotonin wears off, Lawrence can feel her brow furrowing involuntarily. “Forty thousand people wanted Bimini to win, Ellie. Forty thousand. You know that’s like a whole town? That’s like the population of Coatbridge?”

“ Fuck Coatbridge!” Ellie exclaims, affronted, and her shock and insistence makes Lawrence snort all over again. “Okay, forty thousand people is a town but really, what’s that to the rest of the world? Think how tiny that is in the grand scheme of things, Lawrence! Honestly, give a fuck about what any bastard who wants to send you anything vile thinks of you! You’re so amazing! You won! Fuck everyone else!”

Lawrence wants to feel cheered up. The prosecco Ellie’s drunk is making her all the more animated and lively, giving her words a determination and a passion that her speech so rarely possesses most of the time. Ellie is calm, and she doesn’t get wound up easily. There’s something about the fact she’s growing this animated over getting Lawrence to believe in herself that warms her heart a little.

Then again…

“It’s not just that, though. There’s girls from home that haven’t even said well done. Girls I’ve always supported and couldn’t do enough for, and it’s like…really? You can’t be happy for me when I’ve actually managed to do the one thing I’ve wanted to do for years?”

“Well maybe they have said well done, and you’ve just not seen it because you’ve been hiding,” Ellie gestures matter-of-factly at her phone. It doesn’t convince her.

“They won’t have. You’ll know who I’m talking about, Ellie.”

Ellie sighs a little, clearly conceding that Lawrence is right. Her grip on her hand tightens a little, and when Lawrence looks up at her in response her blue eyes hold a glint of assurance.

“Well, even if they haven’t…fuck ‘em. Onwards and upwards, chick. You’ve got ten new sisters out of this who’re always going to know what it’s like, they’re gonna be here for you no matter what,” Ellie says comfortingly. Lawrence knows why she’s said ten and not eleven, but Ellie affirms this with another squeeze and a slightly shy smile. “And you’ve always got me. You’ve always had me.”

This is true. She’s always had Ellie. Before the show, doing gigs with her and hanging out with her and going to DragCon with her. On the show, always there to reassure her or pull her out of a negative spiral or just lean against her shoulder and squeeze her hand. And after the show. Whatever that might look like. Whatever that might be.

She supposes that neither of them know yet.

“C’mon,” Ellie says decisively, holding out a hand for her as the song changes. It’s some sort of Paolo Nutini dirge, and Lawrence has to laugh at how obviously whoever is in charge of the music has rushed to attempt to find something Scottish. Lawrence can only blink at Ellie’s outstretched hand.

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Come on! ” Ellie laughs. Lawrence doesn’t know if she’s blushing or if it’s just the lights.

But she does know that she can’t leave Ellie hanging when she’s looking at her like that.

So Lawrence lets herself be dragged out to the dancefloor and pulled into a hug as Ellie sways them left to right ever-so-slightly out of time with the song, tipsy and full of affection given the way her arms are locked around Lawrence’s waist. It should feel stranger than it does. In reality, being held by Ellie feels as simple as just existing.

Or perhaps simpler than that, given the fact that Lawrence’s existence feels entirely surreal right now.

“You have to be in drag for half past se-ven,” Ellie sing-songs, bringing one of her arms out from around Lawrence’s waist and tapping her on the nose. Lawrence immediately misses it, so it’s a relief that it’s not gone for long.

“Because I wo-on,” Lawrence imitates back to her, and the way Ellie squeezes her waist in response and affirmation causes a smile and a blush to bloom on her face without her even being to control it. She rests her head against Ellie’s chest so she can’t have the satisfaction (ammunition) of seeing how she makes her feel.

It’s little moments like that that she needs right now. Anchors to keep her down on earth, to let her know that this isn’t just some really prolonged lucid dream and it’s all actually happening because currently reality is so absurdly ridiculous; she’s just won Drag Race and she’s slow-dancing with Ellie to the song that’s blasting through the speakers in the background, a parody of some American high school prom where she’s just been crowned the queen.

Moments like these- where Ellie’s holding her close as if she’s literally trying to protect her from the world- remind her that not everybody is against her. Not everybody hates her. Not everybody is wishing her a slow and painful death because Bimini didn’t win, least of all them. She knows that Ellie was never able to share what team she was on even though she hadn’t had a chance at the crown, but she didn’t have to. Not really. They’ve always been on each others’ team.

Ellie jolts Lawrence out of her daydream with the way her chest is shuddering, and Lawrence momentarily thinks she’s crying again before her soft giggle becomes audible over the music.

“What?” Lawrence tilts her head up, meeting Ellie’s scheming, smirking face.

“Can’t believe RuPaul Charles asked if you wanted to move to London, city of dreams, city of a thousand opportunities…” Ellie begins, Lawrence already laughing as she knows what the conclusion to her sentence will be. “…and you said, ‘yer awrite pal, am fine in Glesga wi the jakes an’ the Blue Lagoon chippy an’ the guy that stands on Buchanan Street and yells at everyone that they’re going to hell!’ ”

Lawrence would normally roll her eyes at Ellie’s impersonation of her accent, but she’s laughing too much at the joke that’s forming in her head to commit to it. “RuPaul asked if I wanted to move to London, and I said…”

The pair of them are almost giggling too much to get the punchline out, Ellie clocking on to how it’s going to end. In sync, the pair of them splutter out a “… NNNNAAW! ”

Giddy and happy, Lawrence rests her cheek against Ellie’s chest again. “London’s got junkies too, anyway.”

“This is gonna sound really selfish, but…don’t actually move to London,” Ellie’s voice murmurs from above her, and there’s something plaintive to it that makes Lawrence refrain from replying with a joke or a barb like she normally would. The way Ellie follows it up cements that fact. “It would probably be so good for you, but like…Glasgow would be lost without you, genuinely. And so would I.”

Lawrence can’t cry again tonight, even if it’s only because she thinks it’s physically impossible, so she just squeezes Ellie tight until she worries about her ability to breathe. “I’m not going anywhere, hen.”

Lawrence doesn’t even really know what they are, her and Ellie. They both still have Grindr and they talk about their hookups and raised hopes and broken hearts with each other like friends. But they’re not really just that. They’re affectionate, and they open up to each other with the same shared unspoken understanding of something Lawrence doesn’t understand. They hug for too long and cuddle up to each other when they’re together, and Lawrence can’t count the amount of times during filming that she’d find strength in the way Ellie would squeeze her hand without a word. They’ve woken up together too many times (why she’d felt the need to remind Ellie of that while the cameras were rolling, she’ll never know) and kissed each other more than that. Every time they say I love you they mean it, but they also mean a little bit more. There’s no butterflies or fast pulses or fluttering hearts- they’re past that stage. Everything is just natural and normal and easy.

She wonders if they’ll ever put a label on what they have. There’s a part of her that doesn’t ever want to.

“If we’re both still single by the time we’re forty,” Lawrence begins, leaning back to look at Ellie through her glazed, half-drunk half-tired eyes. “…we should just say ‘fuck it’ and get married.”

(She doesn’t even know if it’s a joke or not.)

Ellie laughs as if it is and nods as if it isn’t. “Drag wedding. We’d need to upstage Tayce and A’whora, though.”

Lawrence realises something. “I’ll turn forty two years before you.”

There’s a pause as the song starts to fade out, and it makes Ellie’s murmur seem louder than it is. “That’s okay. We don’t need to wait for me.”

The jolt her words give Lawrence’s heart and the way Ellie’s talking as if it’s an actual plan makes her think maybe it wasn’t really ever a joke after all. It’s ridiculous though, and it’s all theoretical, and it’s a totally hypothetical scenario, and they’re both drunk , for Christ’s sake. So Lawrence pulls out of Ellie’s arms and takes her hands in her own, the song that’s started playing more upbeat and the opening chords inciting some sort of hope and optimism in her heart for the future that’s unfolding for the pair of them.

“One more song then bed?” she suggests. Ellie raises her eyebrows as she looks down at her.

“Whose bed?”

“Shut the fuck up, Dirty Diamond,” Lawrence shoots back without missing a beat, and as the first lines of the song fill the room she leans back and begins to spin the pair of them in a circle, both of them laughing as if everything is as simple as just that room, and the music blaring out from the speakers, and the lights flashing above them drenching them in purple and pink.

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Diabolik Twitter ー Kou Mukami [2019 Compilation]

–> This post includes all tweets posted on the official Rejet Twitter account for Kou Mukami (@DiaLoverKouM) in 2019.

Shuu l Reiji l Ayato l Laito l Subaru l Ruki l Kou l Yuma l Azusa l Carla l Shin l Kino

January 4, 2019

> Happy New Year! 🐗 This year all of us bought lucky bags! What do you think M-neko-chan? Wouldn’t you want a ‘Kou-kun lucky bag’ filled with nothing but me?

-> In Japan, it’s a common custom around the New Year to purchase 福袋 or ‘fukubukuro’. Several stores and even restaurants will bring out their own version, featuring leftover items which did not sell all that well so they are giving them away at cheaper prices.

> In that case, I’ll shower you in them! Go, me! (。・ω・)ノ⌒🎁

> You too, Azusa-kun~!

January 28, 2019

> Ta-dahー! Kou-kun has arrived ★ Surprised I waited till the last second? I wanted to mess with you a little, so I was watching from afar this whole time~! ...Just kidding, that’s a lie. To tell the truth, I was so happy knowing you wanted to celebrate, I wasn’t quite sure what to say. However, I just had to tell you this before my birthday ended. Thank you. I love you.

February 13, 2019

> Heya~!

> I’m on break at work right now ★

> I’m trying my best to show you all a cool Kou-kun, so cheer me on, okay?

> Well then, my break will end soon so, bye bye!

February 14, 2019

> Happy Valentine’s Day! Thanks for the chocolates! I love, love, looooove you as well. (((●ﾉ≧3≦)ﾉ I just want to hold you into my arms and smooch you right now. Once you realize your love for someone, the feelings just overflow and they’re hard to hold back, don’t you think?

February 21, 2019

> Shall I lend you Ruki-kun? I bet he’d know just about anything. (@Yuma)

> I knowー I’m kidding, I’m kidding ★ (@Azusa)

March 14, 2019

> I guess I should give M-neko-chan something in return today. Well, I’m sure anything will make her happy if it’s a present from me~

> Don’t worry! It’s the feeling that counts! (@Azusa)

> Yeah! Our conversation helped me decide on what I’ll get too ★ (@Azusa)

March 15, 2019

> Ah, Ruki-kun remembered! (@Ruki)

> It’s not a live broadcast so it’s fine! It was recorded ages ago, you see! ★ (@Azusa)

March 28, 2010

> Carla-kun’s so scaaaary~ In that case, I’ll drag Subaru-kun over here, okay~? ★

> Haah? He’s not like you, no way Carla-kun has those kind of things. You always say things without think them through. (@Laito)

--> In the original Japanese tweet, Kou accidentally types 言うように or ‘iu you ne’ instead of 言うよね or ‘iu yo ne’ Since it’s just a simple mistake, I decide to reflect it in English by having him forget to conjugate a verb.

> Geezー Now I made a typo!

> You can’tー! I finally got him to answer my call, he’ll lock himself up in his room again! (@Laito)

April 1, 2019

> It’s everyone’s favorite idol, Kou-kun ★

> Since it’s April Fools today, I prepared a special event for all of you! It’s called “Chaos Twitter”!

> I’ll shuffle all of our accounts, so try and predict who will tweet from whose profile!

> Heyaー! It’s everyone’s favorite Kou-kun here! Continue to support me from here on out, okay? ☆彡 Yay, yay~ (*´∀｀*)

> Did you all get it? Let’s compare our answers!

> I’m Kino. Kou’s like that, isn’t he?

> And it’s over. Did you figure out who tweeted from whose account? Well, behind this one is nothing but a trivial school doctor though.

--> Basically Karlheinz had hacked into Kou’s account, posing as him and setting up this ‘chaos twitter’ game while pretending to be Kou. xD

> Goodnight

May 16, 2019

> Heyaー! I’m gonna advertise my job now!

> In today’s program, I’ll introduce an ouftit which was designed by yours truly! I worked so very hard to show you all a handsome Kou-kun, so don’t miss it, okay? ★

> That’s not true!! (*｀з´*) (@Laito)

June 6, 2019

> Could it be a female fan of yours? Just kidding~ (@Kou)

June 11, 2019

> You bought a hat, Subaru-kun? Show me, show me! Wear it to school!

July 3, 2019

> Seems like they were delivered to Kanato-kun, Shuu-kun and Carla-kun as well. I received one too! “Fifth edition ー Answer the questions or no more blood-sucking!” it says. This is totally the same thing from before, right?

> Hold up! We’ll be banned from sucking blood if we don’t do it, you know!? You wouldn’t like that, would you? (@Kanato)

> Right? You should put him in place, Carla-kun! Tell him that he has to properly answer the letter! (@Carla)

> Well then, the punchline has been delivered, so let’s staaart~ ★

> Q. Tell us your recommended location for a first date!

A. Hmー Considering the season, the beach, I guess? But if it’s the first time, going somewhere to eat is nice too. I think sticking to the classics so you don’t get stressed out is best!

Q. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

A. I don’t think it takes that long, but I’m bad at buttoning my shirt. Currently looking to employ a girl for that task every morning~ ★

Q. Which kind of clothes would you want your crush to wear?

A. It’s hot so maybe something without sleeves? Just let it all show! It’d be easy to suck her blood and she wouldn’t be able to hide her cute, flustered expression.

July 7, 2019

> May there be clear, blue skies tomorrow! #TanabataWishes

August 7, 2019

> Heya~ ★

> Listen to this. I received this invitation and I really want to go with you! What do you have planned the next couple of days? Are you free?

> M-neko-chan, you ready? In that case, off we go!

August 30, 2019

> A festival to celebrate death, huh?

> Personally, I want to live and be by the side of the person I love. How about you?

September 6, 2019

> I’m skipping school today~

> I’m playing on the swing at the park

> I’m not by myself!

> Who could be with me?

> Surprise, it’s Subaru-kun! I dragged him along~

> He’s making a very grumpy expression ★

October 25, 2019

> |ω・`）

> |彡ｻｯ

> |q´ω｀*)

> |彡ｻｯ!

October 29, 2019

> M-neko-chan~ ★

> I’m craving your blood. You’ve been spreading this sweeeeet smell the whole time after all. You don’t mind, do you?

> ...Huh? Didn’t I say the exact same thing just earlier? Am I imagining things? Oh well~ I’m digging iiiin~!

October 31, 2019

> I’m participating in a cosplay event for work and it surprised me how elaborate everyone’s costume is!

> By the way, I’m dressed up as well. ★ Which costume do you think it is~?

> The answer is...A wizard! (*ゝωб*)っ━☆゜.*･*:.｡. .｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

> If you don’t give me sweets, I’ll cast a spell on all of you~ ❤️ Just kiddingー!

> Ruki-kun, Ruki-kun! Prepare some snacks for when I get home. If you don’t, I’ll pull a prank on you~ ★ (@Ruki)

> It’s fine, right? Come on, please! (@Ruki)

> I won’t, I won’t! Hooray! Thank you! ★ (@Ruki)

November 5, 2019

> Hello, Duchess~ ★ (@Azusa)

–> They are doing a Parody of Alice in Wonderland on this day because of a Dark Wonderland event which was going on during the beginning of November.

> Pardon the intrusion~ I’m sorry for coming over uninvited. What were you doing just now, Azusa-kun? (@Azusa)

> I see. I’m looking forward to seeing the finished product! (@Azusa)

November 6, 2019

> So bored~

> Ah, right! I’ll drop by March Hare and the Mad Hatter’s place!

> Eh!? The door’s locked and I can’t get through!? Which means...

> Subaru-kun, this is your doing, isn’t it!? I can’t go pay them a visit like this!

> Guess it can’t be helped. I’ll have the Caterpillar do something about this.

December 25, 2019

> Merry Christmas.

> Say, what are you thinking about right now? I’m watching you smile brightly and thinking about just how much I love you. (｡・ω・｡)ﾉ☆;:*:;☆

December 27, 2019

> Fu-fu-fu~ I took a picture of something weird at school~★

--> The verb 撮る or ‘toru’ written with that specific kanji can either mean ‘to take a picture’ or ‘to record an audio/video’. It isn’t entirely clear from the context which one it is, but a picture seems most likely.

> Spotted my poster in town! (σ*ﾟдﾟ*) Did all of you see it?”

> Guess I’ll hit the hay. Seems like my ‘cat’ will sleep by my side tonight. Sweet dreams!

--> Kou is mostly likely referring to the MC/Yui when he says ‘cat’ here. xD

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