#best 2.5 hours of my life

[marchsisterjo]

Better love story than Twilight

[thatdeaddeerinyourbackyard]

For the longest time I've thought that YouTube hasn't changed that much but I decided to take a look at the wayback machine.

This is youtube on the 12th of September 2013, when I made my original channel that I use to this day.

Don't get me wrong, I was using YouTube even before I had a channel because I was a dumb kid who thought I'd have to immediately start making content.

This is the subscribe button I remember.

THIS LAYOUT is such a classic, I remember going to YouTube on my family pc and seeing this.

I remember doing my homework and having my phone behind me on the cabinet playing a video with the screen closed because it used to keep playing after turning the phone off.

But out of all the things that threw me back into my childhood,

This banner hit me the hardest.

I remember logging into the PC's in school and searching up 'Markiplier' on YouTube, clicking on his channel and seeing this banner at the top of the page.

I can not express how much I adore all of this.

It is my childhood in the literal sense.

[lavender-femme]

One thing about me I’m going to complain about not wanting to go to work the night before an opening shift but I’m gonna complain more when I get scheduled for mids

[banishingsigils]

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[heyitslapis]

i just saw Wicked tonight in person & it was so fucking wonderful words cant even express how incredible it was & how happy it made me

[m0onjellies]

11 hours of school and hw per day not including studying time (which would make it 12 hours) plus extracurriculars (1 hr) plus swim (1.5 hr) plus transit time (1.5 hr) means that id have half an hour of free time and eating time if i want to sleep for 8 hours 👍👍👍

[jonphaedrus]

some facts about my father, a perfectly ordinary human being:

got tenure in two years by getting two 2.5-million dollar grants from the government and he's now held that job for the longest time any faculty at his university has ever been tenured. literally almost longer than his entire school has existed.

he's won a fullbright...thrice.

speaks five languages (fluently: english, hebrew, russian; functionally: polish, dutch) and can get around in three others (german, japanese, and "pidgin arabic" whatever the fuck that means)

he was once locked inside the great pyramid at giza. on purpose.

one time i went to austin when he was out of town and when we got back to his house the only food in his fridge was 1) bulk family size cocktail shrimp from costco with all the shrimp eaten out of it and only the marinade left, 2) three boxes worth of frozen yoghurt bars, 3) two bags of frozen mini-wontons that expired two years earlier

has only one demand for his funeral and it's that while his casket is being lowered into the ground i make sure they play "whatever it is, i'm against it!" from the marx brothers film horse feathers

broke into (and out of) martial law poland in the early 80s and brought four hams in his back seat so he could spent six months living with his girlfriend, including a short period of time where he tried to drive from białystok to kraków in the middle of a blizzard, got lost, had no phone, no map, ran into the police, accidentally gave them his fake texas passport and almost got deported, bribed them with a ham, and then somehow ended up at his girlfriend's brother's apartment by complete happenstance and got blind drunk for a week

made friends with his assigned kgb agent in the 70s in russia

his car broke down in the middle of the sinai desert in the 70s and was saved from dying by a roaming passing band of bedouin car mechanics who took his entire car apart and put it back together and drove off without saying anything except "it works."

convinced me and one of my childhood best friends that he had found a way to time travel an hour into the future through the careful use of daylight savings, a radio station, a car clock, and the fact that he has never been on time for anything in his entire life

when he got his house renovated he decided that two attics and two cleverly hidden crawl spaces wasn't enough, so he added two more attics and another cleverly hidden crawl space, and i wish good luck to whatever poor schmuck (my cousin) has to sell his house someday.

broke his cherry-wood dining table under piles of papers...twice.

when in grad school, pretended to be a visiting russian statistics professor named "professor blowjob" (in russian) and somehow got away with this in order to teach a lecture on how s of x = f of n (sex is fun)

conned me into the belief that i had a magical color-changing guinea pig and kept this act up for literally a decade before admitting the truth

became a fellow on one of the yellow river restoration projects by making friends with an old man doing tai chi with a sword in a park in beijing. turned out that old man with a sword in a park in beijing was the head of the national environmental protection office at the time.

[slayingfiction]

How I push through writing when I don't feel like writing.

Here are some of the techniques that I use to help me write more often or more consistantly when my laziness/depression/anxiety starts to take over.

I watch TV. I don't do it with the purpose of zoning out though. I watch something popular and well-liked such as the LOR or Harry Potter to get new ideas on how I can develop my story and apply their in-depth world-building ideas to help develop mine. Without plagarizing of course!!!!

Zoning out and daydreaming. As I have mentionned before, daydreaming is a huge part of my story outlining and world-building process. I'll stand in the shower, or take a walk and think about how my charcaters would act/react/behave in situations, mundane or not. Doing this gives me a better sense of my characters, and sometimes gives me ideas for scenes I use later on.

Work on writing related projects. These work well at keeping me distracted while still being productive on my writing goals. Example, I have one story I am working now, I made a new language (alphabet and numbers included) to include as a cool and fun component for the book. So, at times when I don't wan't to write, I continue creating the dictionary (very fun, 8/10 would recommend). Also, for the same book, my characters don't work off the Georigian calendar and 24 hour clock, so I've been working at creating a new calendar (harder than it seems, 2.5/10 dont recommend). These are side projects that help my story, without having to write.

Reading. You saw this one coming, I know. Reading is great, especially when you're editing, your writing style will unconsciously change to be more similar the author you were just reading. Also, most importantly, I'll be reading and think, "this story is really good, but you know what story I like even better? Mine." then change to writing.

This one is my biggest life saver!! I learnt about a year ago that sometimes I'll get bored of writing a story, and have difficulty keeping on track. That's why I finished my first book in 2016 and just started editing the first draft last week. The solution for me was to work on multiple projects at once, because it was much harder to be bored of multiple stories. I stick to 2, but will sometimes add a third. This is easy for me, because I have a list of over a dozen series I want to write. Don't abandon one project for another, use them as a distraction/ motivation for each other, so you're always furthering at least one project. I've never heard someone say, "oh no, i accidentally worked on this other writing project for three months instead of the other writing project I was doing. Dammit." No, we're just happy we have written something. Be sure to have well outlined story lines before starting, don't just start writing randomly or you'll reach a point where you don't know where to go from there.

Author/ writer projects. Maybe this is building a following, or community to share your projects and engage with. Tumblr, Insta, Reddit, whatever it is. My hope this year is to start up my website to offer publishing services (editing, graphic design, short writing courses) and build a following as a writer. (See what I did there? Never a bad time to self-promote ;) ) Having your own projects like this will help you in the future when you're going to try to publish and sell your books!

Talk with friends and a writing community. Never underestimate the passion that will burn inside you when talking about your story, or when others are talking about theirs. Surrounding yourself with a positive writing community can be the best thing for you as a writer.

Write or read (your story) every day. I'm not going to be one of those people that say you need to write 1000 words a day, that's a lot. But maybe try for 100? That could maybe only take 5 minutes, and at the end of the year that's still over 36 thousand words of a novel. Or just read your story, and I've always found it helped me get in the creative mood.

Make a playlist of songs that remind you of your characters, your story, or just puts you in the mood to write. Then play it ONLY when you're having trouble writing. Playing it while writing will not help, you'll get annoyed with the songs.

Just really can't do it today? That's okay, take a break. You deserve it. There's always tomorrow.

Does anyone else have ways they push themselves to keep writing? Let us know in the comments!

Happy Writing!

[asbealthgn]

(the thrilling conclusion. also posted on ao3! here's some art of the kitten i did. part 1, 2, 2.5, 3)

The Corroded Coffin fan base find out about Steve entirely by accident.

It starts, of course, with the kitten. After Eddie’s had her for a few days he decides to make an official post on his Instagram, which is a big deal because he normally just lets his PR people handle posting. All he normally does is post shit to his story, but the kitten deserves more formal recognition than that.

So he picks his favorite pictures of her (his camera roll is filled to the brim at this point) and posts them with the caption meet the light of my life, Lemon Verbena Deathclaw Goblikon Munson (Lemon for short). It’s like kicking a wasp’s nest, but, like, the good version: everyone and their dog shares the post to their stories, edits set to any number of Corroded Coffin’s hit songs are spread across TikTok, coffintwt is in an uproar.

Several hours later, Eddie posts a video to his story. He films Lemon on the couch and asks her, “Miss Lemon, how does it feel to be the best, most famous cat in the world?” She responds by meowing loudly and trying to bite his camera. Steve is sitting on the couch, so part of his thighs end up in the video.

Aside from having great thighs, the odd sliver of Steve’s legs or torso or arms showing up in various photographs and videos that Eddie puts on his story over the next few days does not draw a lot of attention from the Corroded Coffin fanbase. If Eddie were to guess, he would probably say they assume it’s just Eddie or one of his bandmates. It’s not until Eddie posts a video of Lemon trying to climb onto the couch on her own and Steve’s hands make an appearance steadying her that people take notice. More specifically, the Twitter account that’s dedicated to posting close-ups of the members of Corroded Coffin’s hands posts a screenshot of the video with the caption those hands do not belong to our boys.

From there, it becomes a wild source of controversy on Twitter as coffintwt tries to figure out for sure if those hands belong to anyone in the band. There’s a lot of back and forth, but ultimately they seem to agree that the original poster is The Authority on the matter. Then it becomes a game of going back through other pictures of Lemon and trying to figure out if the guy showing up the background of so many of them is also someone outside the band. A lot of screenshots start flying around with captions like none of the corroded boys would wear yellow or the rest of the band other than eddie were in LA when this one was posted and so on and so on. 

A consensus is reached: Eddie has been spending a lot of time with someone not in the band, quite possibly a boyfriend.

On a rainy Tuesday three weeks after they met, Eddie lays back on his couch with Steve laying on his chest and Lemon laying on his chest. “They’re onto you, Stevie,” Eddie says. 

“Who’s onto me?” Steve asks, not looking away from the basketball game on the TV. He’s terminally offline and has been blissfully unaware of the saga unfolding. 

“Twitter,” Eddie explains. “My fans have noticed you in the background in a lot of pictures of Lemon and they’ve started putting the pieces together.”

Steve scratches Lemon under her chin and she purrs happily. “Why are they looking at me instead of her?”

“Hell if I know,�� Eddie says, reaching around Steve to rub Lemon’s head. “It’s not like you’re super drop-dead gorgeous or anything.”

Grinning, Steve turns his head to kiss Eddie. “Thanks, baby.”

Before Steve can turn his attention back to the game, Eddie hooks his finger under his chin to keep Steve’s eyes on him. “I have a question for you,” he says, “Well, two questions.”

“What’s up?” Steve asks. 

“First, do you want to be my boyfriend?” Eddie knows that three weeks is kind of ridiculously fast, but Steve has practically moved in already, spending all his free time here and sleeping in Eddie’s bed most nights. So Eddie’s not super worried about what his answer is going to be.

Sure enough, Steve smiles. “Yeah, I do,” he says. He kisses Eddie before asking, “What’s the second question?”

“Well, since you said yes, do you mind if I post something about us to stop the speculation?”

“I don’t mind,” Steve says, “But can I tell Robin first so she finds out from me?”

Eddie nods. “Yeah, of course. Do you want to go ov—?” But oh, Steve is already pulling out his phone and calling Robin. Okay then. 

“Hey, Robbie! Just wanted to let you know that Eddie’s my boyfriend now….No, he wasn’t already….Well, we hadn’t talked about it….Okay, that’s kinda mean….No, it’s okay….Yeah, Lemon is great! Do you want to talk to her?” Steve holds the phone up to the kitten and she bites the microphone. Steve puts the phone back to his ear. “That was her….Okay, I actually have to go. I just wanted to tell you….Bye, love you!”

Steve puts his phone back in his pocket and then grins at Eddie. “Alright, I’m ready.”

“If there’s one thing about you, baby, you’re a go-getter,” Eddie says, laughing. He gets his own phone out and holds it out to take a picture of them. Lemon, who is fascinated by phones, looks up at the camera as he snaps the photo. Perfect. 

Eddie posts the picture with the caption the rumors are true, Lemon has two dads. she gets her looks from Steve’s side. Then he puts his phone down and wraps his arms back around Steve. He can worry about his fans’ reaction later. Right now, he has other plans.

“What do you say, boyfriend?” he murmurs in Steve’s ear. “Should we go put Lemon in the bathtub?”

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[absolutebl]

I Cannot Reach You - Kimi ni wa Todokanai REVIEWED

This image perfectly captures how I feel about this show. You ready? I wasn't.

I Cannot Reach You

AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai

Japan 2023 - 8 eps 20 ea approx 2.5 hours

Themes, main tropes & archetypes: friends to lovers, tsundere/sunshine, self acceptance, self worth, high school BL, live action yaoi, soft romance, kindness

Rating? 10/10

Yeah, it happened again in 2023.

Adapted from a manga.

The moment I finished binging this show I was thinking about writing about it and re-watching it. This is a sure sign that I adored a piece of media. 

This is a wonderful BL.

Truly well executed, with smooth filming and lovely acting, both of a simplistic style that felt slightly more Korean than it did Japanese. It reminded me a little bit of Seven Days and a little bit of Takara and Amagi, and since these are my two favorite high school JBLs obviously I was bound to adore ICRY.

But what it reminded me of more than anything was Cherry Blossoms After Winter.

Odd for JBL and KBL to be so closely linked. 

Like CBAW show, ICRY is classic live action yaoi.

Like the MOST classic of CLASSIC.

All the JBL tropes. I mean look at that image above? It's rooftop assignation, kabedon, and a handhold ALL AT ONCE.

There was also multiple runnings of the gays, surprise kisses (one on a bridge), and shoulder leans.

There is even a “seme looses control to desire” scene which leads to dub con. There is an abject apology after but still - you’ve been warned. 

The premise is: smart sporty hot (and hella gay) Yamato has a long standing crush on his silly sunshine sweetheart bestie, Kakeru. Yamato is also stiff, self isolated, shy, and has only ever really managed to get along with Kakeru. I love this kind of pining seme so damn much, it probably biased me. 

Unlike most uke, Kakeru starts to slowly figure out that his best friend is in love with him by ep 2 (let the chaos bisexual identity crisis commence).

So do some of the friends around them.

The story thus revolves around Yamato trying to unsuccessfully suppress his desire, and Kakeru trying to figure out if he can return Yamato‘s affection.

This biggest barrier is actually Kakeru's feelings of inadequacy and unworthiness (when compared to Yamato). But this is tempered by his genuine kindness which forces him into act with integrity around his dear friend's love and strive to fix everything (even himself) to prove worthy of it - whether he can ultimately return it or not.

Kakeru's struggles are pitted against Yamato‘s repressed need that keeps bubbling over and figuratively (sometimes literally) attacking Kakeru with romantic, emotional, and physical intensity. 

Quick pitch:

This classic friends-to-lovers BL is everything Japan does best. Angsty. Emo. Aching. Driven by real thirst. Yamato is deeply in love with his childhood bestie, Kakeru, and has been for ages, unable to hide his ungainly damaging high school need. He wants Kakeru in every way possible and it oozes off of the screen. Kakeru is silly and a little simple, but not frenetic or overly camp about it. He is earnest, and genuinely wants to keep Yamato in his life which means giving a romance (and gayness) a fair chance. We watch him realize his affection and what form it can take in a truly authentic way. This show was impossibly kind to both of its lead characters and I felt almost honored that I got to watch something so lovely and rare play out on my screen.

I’m not gonna lie, I dithered over whether to give this a 10/10 and nearly didn’t. But there is nothing wrong with it AS A BL.

And it's so GOOD to ALL of its characters and they are so good to each other. It's quiet and because of its goodness it will get overlooked, but I LOVED IT.

It's not one of those that BL outsiders will get and you must like Japan's style to enjoy it. But I'm in it. It's for me.

What am I hung up over? Even the kisses are good.

10/10

I CAN'T RECOMMEND IT HIGHLY ENOUGH

Welcome to a very elite club. I gotta change all my best of lists now.

I am sorry to tell you how difficult this show is to get hold of. It deserves a much wider distribution. As of Nov 2023 I do not know where to legally find it internationally with eng subs. Please check the comments for updates.

It's on Netflix in some countries!

Try to find it, you won't regret it.

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[whatwouldsylwrite]

At least I got you in my head (2.5)

(2)

Summary: Abby is straight. And then you move in with her.

Tags: modern au, fem!reader, straight!abby (she is doing some comphet bullshit), pining, idiot in love and it's abby, reader is gay and tired.

Notes: small blurb, mostly about your suffering in the morning. Also, I strongly believe Abby smells like Dirty from Lush either because she uses it herself or it's just how it is, but yeah. Spearmint and sandalwood and lavender. There, I said it.

tags: @abbyily

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You woke up thirsty and disoriented, but the warm hands around you quickly brought you up to speed. You came to Abby last night and asked for cuddles, right. Fuck, you felt so lonely in your cold bed yesterday it made you too emotional, and you decided it would be an excellent idea to go and cuddle the girl you had no chance with. God you hoped you didn't make Abby uncomfortable.

You were lying on your sides, facing each other, and Abby's hand was probably cramping now,but she didn't seem to mind. You sighed quietly and looked up to Abby, who was still sleeping peacefully. She was so fucking pretty you wanted to bash your head on the wall from what her adorable freckles and long lashes did to you. Her hair was a little out of place, and she looked so innocent, like a child. You wanted to smother her with silly little kisses you saved for kids when you could make extra money babysitting. 

You looked down at Abby's collar and froze, confused. She was wearing your t-shirt. It made you feel hot all over, and you remembered you had her t-shirt on because you were stupid yesterday and fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Abby liked men, and you weren't one, and you should have worked harder on getting over her because this was getting ridiculous. You both just mixed your t-shirts, no big deal and no, heart, we were not making a big deal out of it. 

You inhaled Abby's scent, feeling like a thief - this spearmint and sandalwood wasn't for you, but Abby smelled so good you couldn't resist and smell more. You buried your nose back in her neck and relaxed, slowly falling asleep again. 

Next time you woke up three hours later, but this time you were hugging Abby from behind, your nose deep in her hair. Yeah, something was definitely wrong with you, wasn't it? You carefully moved away, scared of waking Abby up and facing whatever the fuck this situation was, but she didn't notice and you escaped her bedroom as quietly as possible, closing the door behind you. 

You let out a relieved sigh and walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face which was a little bit puffy from hangover and oversleeping. It was currently almost 2 pm, meaning you already lost the whole day, because even if you didn't feel physically bad, you just wanted to lie in your bed and do nothing.

Maybe eat some junk food, actually. That would be the best. 

You knew you should've changed and not continue wearing Abby's t-shirt that smelled like her, but you were weak, so you left it on. You'd put it in the laundry bin in the evening. 

You were staring mindlessly into your cup when Abby shuffled to the kitchen, her hair a mess, her forearms making you weak in your knees. Damn good forearms. 

"Morning." Abby yawned. "How are you feeling?"

"It's 2 pm." You laughed. "I'm as good as one can be on a hangover. You?"

"Don't want to do anything."

"Then don't. You want tea?"

"Can you make coffee?"

"Yeah."

Abby went to the bathroom and you started brewing coffee for her - she was a huge coffee drinker, but when you asked if she wanted to drink tea with you, she always said yes. Abby was sweet like that. 

You smiled to yourself and poured the coffee into her cup, adding three spoons of sugar and milk to it. The sweet tooth this girl had made your teeth ache from a possible cavity. 

Abby came back, still in your t-shirt, and sat on the chair, hugging her cup like it was a life-saver. She looked just as sleepy as you felt.

"Why did Cait text me that she is home?" You asked, puzzled. Notification was from 7 am. 

"I told them to text us when they get home." Abby murmured in her coffee. "You don't do that?"

"I do, Cait just doesn't listen. She has this "if something happens to me you'll find out from the news" attitude." You sighed and leaned back on your chair. "I guess she wanted to be polite this time."

"Caitlyn is very cool." Abby said carefully as if she could say the wrong thing about your best friend. 

"She is." You smiled. "Ellie is very different from when I met her, though." 

Oh shit. 

Abby looked up and you couldn't help but feel caught, as if you just accidentally admitted you cheated on Abby. 

"Wait a second." Abby grinned like she knew where this was going. "You hooked up, didn't you?"

"That's a bold assumption, but yes." You grinned in return. "It was a long time ago. I didn't think that your Ellie was my Ellie."

"'My Ellie'?" Abby teased and you felt your face heat up from embarrassment. "Do you have a crush on her?"

"Oh, I've been harbouring feelings for her for half a year." You said dramatically. "Stalking her schedule, screenshotting her Instagram, moving in with her best friend…" 

Abby laughed and you laughed too. 

"It sounded so fucking creepy." 

You nodded and finished your tea. 

"I want to order some food and watch a tv-show. What do you think?" 

"If I liked girls I would've definitely married you right now." Oh god not this kind of straight shit, no. Nononono. Did the universe hate you? "Really, if you dare to ditch me for your sweetheart I'll cause a scene."

"I'd make a perfect housewife." You smirked. “You can marry me just for that.”

"I always wanted a spring wedding." Abby sighed dreamingly and you laughed. 

"Just say the word, babygirl." You winked and Abby laughed, but she got shy from your words and there was pink blush on her cheekbones. Shit she was cute. Not even her "5.11 built like a tank MMA fighter" appearance could hide her soft side and you just lived for it. 

You enjoyed when she got all commanding and confident and even scary, because she was so fucking hot in these moments, but when she got soft and shy ohh. It was making you insane.

You both spent 10 minutes deciding what you wanted to order, and after you finally placed the order, you moved to the living room. Abby opened her arms for you, silently inviting you to cuddle, and you couldn't resist, so you lay down on her shoulder while her strong arm went around your waist, keeping you close. 

"You're breaking my little gay heart." You complained, and Abby laughed.

"I'm very sorry." She said dramatically, and her warm hand was going up and down on your arm, comforting you. "My sincere apologies to the lesbian community for being straight."

You poked her in the side and she laughed again. 

Abby looked at the crown of your head and she suddenly got the overwhelming desire to place a kiss there, but she stopped herself. She felt like she was toeing a line she didn't want to cross - she didn't want to be weird.  She didn't want to make you feel awkward and not cuddle with her after. 

You were still in her t-shirt and Abby had The Feeling again, and she tried to give it a name, but she couldn't remember when she ever felt like that - even when Ellie wore her clothes she didn't get that feeling, but it was quite.. familiar. When Ellie wore her clothes she liked knowing that yes, Ellie was her friend, she had this privilege to be friends with her. So it was probably the same with you. Maybe it was stronger because you were not a gremlin like Ellie and actually a nice person. 

Abby felt all warm and fuzzy when you laughed, vibrations going through her chest. It was a nice quiet sound and your breath was getting a little deeper and heavier.

"Falling asleep?" Abby murmured, suddenly filled with affection. 

"A little."

"I can wake you up when food comes."

"Nah. We will eat and then I'll nap."

Abby chuckled, not really believing you'd last long enough, and she was right: you fell asleep anyway. But she fell asleep as well, holding you close even unconscious, maybe even closer as her mind loosened the leash on her constant questioning if it was okay for friends to feel like this.

[mrsmarlasinger]

Oh? My fucking god??

THIS WAS THE CONTROLLER FOR THE SUBMARINE THAT WENT MISSING???

The Logitech F710??

Like, okay, apparently the U.S. military* uses Xbox 360 controllers. I get that. It's cheap. It's technology already familiar to many young adults. I get it, I do.

*(fuck 'em)

But still. STILL.

I don't know anything about gamepads, but I do know the Logitech F710 came out thirteen years ago. I just found it on Ebay for $16 including shipping.

But surely that means that through the test of time, the Logitech F710 has proven itself to be the best around, right? A work of video game engineering so flawless, even a relatively sane individual might agree to trust it with their life....right?

Oh. Oh. Jesus Horatio Christ.

Imagine your joystick drifts and your buttons get stuck and your controller lags...while you're steering a submarine...13,000 FEET UNDERWATER.

(That's about 4,000 meters, or just under 2.5 miles. And yes, I know it's actually a submersible, not a submarine.)

Oh my god. Oh my god.

For context, according to Naval Post:

A submarine specifically built to rescue people from subs sunk deep in the sea has a maximum depth of 7,500 to 10,000 feet (2,250 to 3,000 meters). But no, with the Titan, we're talking 13,000 FEET.

So if the pressure at approximately that depth is 5,775 psi, which means 5,775 lbs (2,619 kg)—or ALMOST THREE TONS—per square inch...

...and the atmospheric pressure where I live is sitting at 14.5 psi today...

That means the sheer pressure of the ocean at that depth is, like, 400 times that of the air we breathe. So if your fucking 13-year-old video game controller drifts you into the wreckage of the goddamn Titanic, the moment your hull sustains a little damage, even the tiniest leak, you're gonezo. The sub implodes and you're pulverized. Instantly.

(Plus I hear the compression rate is so extreme, the molecules so fast-moving, that everything heats to combustion in the split second before the water puts it out. So really, you'd be incinerated before you'd be crushed. Ain't that a treat?)

But hey, maybe the pressure hull remains intact and you just lose power. Or get entangled in the wreckage of, again, THE GODDAMN TITANIC.

Then it's just you and your four rich buddies crammed into a metal tube, waiting for your 96 hours of oxygen to run out.

Navigational computers on the fucking floor. No backrests. No seats. No padding. Nothing. Just one small toilet sat in front of one tiny window.

So when the power dies and the lights go out, it's just a claustrophic sardine tin of the wealthy, alone in the suffocating pitch-dark at the bottom of the ocean, choking on the smell of their own shit.

All this, for a quarter of a million dollars per head.

Which they paid even though Stockton Rush, the CEO of OceanGate himself, said that SAFETY IS A WASTE. OH MY FUCKING—

A sadly unshocking thing to hear from the CEO of a company that's engendered safety concerns! For! YEARS!

Also unshocking: the waiver apparently mentions death three times on the first page.

You know.

In case it didn't get through to you after the first two times. Or after reading that the sub is experimental and hasn't been approved or regulated in any remotely meaningful way.

But it's okay if the MacGyvered fucking submarine crumbles like a Saltine cracker, because IT DOESN'T MATTER IF EVERYTHING FAILS! AS LONG AS THE PRESSURE HULL'S INTACT, IT'S OKAY IF YOU'RE STUCK 13,000 FEET UNDER THE SEA WITH A RAPIDLY DWINDLING SUPPLY OF OXYGEN! THE CEO OF OCEANGATE SAID SO!!!

HAHA! HA! YES, THE TOTALLY SUCCESSFUL MACGYVERED SUB WITH A COMPLETELY INTACT PRESSURE HULL!!!!

Oh my god. Oh my GOOOOOOOOD.

But hey! Remember! :) If the Juulpod-sized, Atari-run hunk of hubris doesn't literally fucking implode with you inside it, it's okay that there are 18 bolts locking you in that can't be undone without external assistance! Because Stockton Rush said you're safe as long as the (definitely pristine) hull is still intact!

So if you're bobbing on the surface of the ocean, watching seagulls cross blue sky through your single tiny porthole, listening to the pulse of white-crested waves ruffled by the cool sea breeze, drowning above water because you can't escape the slow ceaseless hourglass that is your stagnant air supply without a rescue crew—a rescue crew that can't even find you because you're mired in a vast expanse of savage ocean and oh, by the way, your communications going down is what started all this in the FIRST PLACE...

...well, don't worry! Titan's many, many, MANY successful past voyages should give you comfort! :)

But, on the very off chance this could be a dangerous and likely deadly situation, tell me: which would be the worst way to go?

Incinerating in the abrupt birth of a terrible, crushing singularity?

Asphyxiating in the lightless abyss that lurks like some arcane hell at the bottom of the ocean?

Or suffocating just as slowly above the water, with air so close you can see the misty breeze yet still...just...out...of reach?

God, I hope we save these dumbass idiots. Especially since one of them's just a 19-year-old kid. I don't even care how rich and stupid they are. I just can't imagine dying like that.

[fantasylandbitch]

Summary: You've been friends with Tara since you guys met in college just as you were graduating several months ago, and you haven't been separated since. Throughout the 4 months, you've been introduced to the "core four" such as the twins Mindy and Chad, and to Sam who is learning to be comfortable around you and is slowly catching feelings for her little sister's best friend with a little competition from Ethan and Quinn.

After work, you drive over to their apartment to see if Tara needs help with homework and to enjoy your friend's company only to find out that Tara went to a party and you get pulled into their nightmare. 

It sort of follows the Scream 6 movie and this is my first time making a fan fic and one-shot series so bear with me. 

Warnings: Long story, Cussing, Fluff,

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 4.5 Chapter 5 Chapter 5.5  Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 7.5 Chapter 8 Chapter 8.5 (Chapter 9 Coming Soon)

After work, you go to your friend Tara and Sam's apartment which they share with their friends Mindy, Anika, Chad, Ethan, and Quinn.

Upon going into the apartment you hear some music before unlocking the door with a spare key that Tara gave you. "Hey Tara I'm home! Need help with homework by chance?" you say walking into their space as you put your bag down near the couch knowing Sam wouldn't be at the apartment for a few hours. "Hello!?" you yell into the apartment wondering where the music was coming from but before you can investigate Quinn opens her bedroom door revealing that she was naked. When you heard the door open you briefly looked in her direction before finding the ceiling interesting to look at.

"Oh heeey y/n" she coos at you eyeing you like a piece of meat.

And you reply with a "Heey Quinn, funny seeing you here" you say now looking towards the dining room.

"Aww is that the best you can come up with?" she says as she reaches for her robe while undressing you with her eyes and you sigh "Wanna join me in the bedroom?" she asks boldly as you cross your arms.

"Very funny, I respect your sex-positive way of life but no thank you...I'm good" you say as you slowly look at her dead in the eye and her brow goes up.

"Your loss, y/n" she ends and before she could close the door to continue her activity, you ask her a question.

"You wouldn't happen to know where Tara is would you?" she stops the door from closing with a sigh before telling you where she is. 

You run to your car putting on your seat belt before pressing the ignition and before you turn onto the street you look both ways before driving away. "Why would she go to some frat party?" you say annoyed while parking your car after 20 minutes of getting there. Then you walk into the building before you catch sight of the stairs and groan, 'I hate stairs' you think to yourself before walking up the stairs to find the door to the frat party, and before you go in you take a breath. When you finally open the door to enter the party your senses are immediately flooded with the smell of booze, sweat, and the sound of horrible music but before you could get caught up in the environment you form a plan and you decided that you would look for Chad. While walking through the crowd of people you scan their faces and as soon as you started your anxiety was building up, it felt like you were walking for hours even though a minute had gone by, before your eyes finally landed on Chad while he was talking to Ethan, your anxiety suddenly dissipating from your body, "Thank god I found you guys!" you say allowed catching their attention.

"Y/n! Nice of you to join us! How have you been?!" Chad says over the music and you yell back.

"Good! Have you seen Tara?!" Chad shakes his head saying.

"I saw her last with my sister!" making you nod so you go find Mindy when you catch Anika smiling and waving you over.

"Hey ladies! Do you know where Tara is!?" and Mindy nods "Yeah she said she went to get another drink!" as she yells over the music. 

Then you turn around to find her, thinking she might be in the kitchen only to hear a commotion near the stairs where you saw Chad last, and when you got closer you started getting protective. You notice the way the frat guy is holding Tara and how Chad is trying to get Tara from him, and then the frat guy says something to Chad something you can't quite hear before Chad pulls the frat guy onto the main level shoving him and the frat guy doing the same back and you decided while pumped with adrenaline to punch the frat guy in Chad's defense making him bleed. 

Then the frat guy shoves you onto the stairs near Tara where there was also glass bottles and in the process your hand breaks one of them, some of the glass shards getting into your skin.

And before Chad can react you hear Sam "Chad Chad" she says stopping him before facing the frat guy and continuing her thoughts "Just going to tase you in the balls real quick" she says tasing the frat guy in the balls "Don't ever lay your hands on my sister" she ends before looking at you sternly and then she leaves with Tara, Chad, and Ethan while Mindy and Anika helped you up as you guys followed suit.

While you guys walked out together you realized that your night was going to be stressful especially how Sam looked at you with disappointment before getting her sister. Then the idea of hearing the Carpenter sisters arguing caused you to drag behind the group not wanting to be a part of it and it didn't go unnoticed by Mindy and Anika. 

They've known you for a few months now, thanks to Tara, and had noticed how you would quietly remove yourself from the group in an attempt to preserve your energy when anyone in their close nit group would argue. Mindy would sometimes be surprised at how receptive you were to everyone's emotions when you did step away while Anika on the other hand saw your kind heart when you volunteered to take her to her date night with Mindy, and nearly punched a guy for almost slurring at them and your ability to pay attention to detail, your kindness, and loyalty to your friends is why they love you. But what they didn't know is that you were super anxious about arguments and are still trying to come off the adrenaline high from earlier.

Then the Carpenter sisters had blown up at each other, pissed beyond belief while their friends watch it all unfold and when Sam was done yelling at her sister, she turns her anger towards you.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" she yells causing you to stop in your tracks as your muscles tense up.

"Listen Sam I was tr-" You were going to explain yourself but she kept coming at you.

"You didn't do shit! You put my sister in harm's way y/n!!!"

You try to step up to gain the upper hand but words were getting caught in your throat "No I didn't, listen-" before Sam shot you the most insulting one yet.

"God you're such a shitty friend, from now on stay away from my sister" she says banishing you from seeing Tara ever again. 

You two stared at each other for a moment blood still boiling and it took everything in Sam to turn away and not berate you further, but you knew, you had have known that she was being protective after Tara told you everything about what happened in Woodsboro, so you stayed behind as your friends try to catch up with Tara. Then you walk to your car and it took you a moment to process everything that was said before you hit the wheel in frustration and you then turn your car on to drive away. While you drive away in the same direction as your friends you notice some girls looking at their phones and then pointing at Sam so you brake in the middle of the street watching your side mirror as the girls throw their drinks at Sam so you backed your car up fast, and before Sam can react you turn your wheel and backed up on to the curb almost hitting the girls who through their drinks, causing said girls to walk faster before sprinting while your friends became speechless as you lowered your passenger window. "Get in the car," you say seriously as Mindy and Anika took not a single second to get into your Pathfinder, as they're not used to seeing you this pissed, and as soon they got in, Ethan and Chad followed suit leaving the Carpenter sisters by themselves.

"I get the passenger seat," Tara says walking to the passenger door.

While Sam took the backseat behind the driver, and with a huff, you looked both ways before driving away not noticing Sam staring at you through the whole ride home, as she was trying to gauge your feelings while she was starting to feel bad about what she said to you. After leaving the scene you drive the gang back to their apartment where you were able to park directly in front of the apartment which lightens your mood a bit, soon turning your car off while everyone got out, everyone except you, Tara, and Sam.

"Thanks for the drive y/n, wanna come up?" Tara says to you.

While Sam uses the rearview mirror to look at you, wanting to say something but she doesn't, and you look over at Tara briefly before connecting eyes with Sam in the mirror, and then looking down at your lap and answering her "Not tonight Tara but I do appreciate the offer. Maybe next time" you say as she nodded.

"Okay well have a safe drive home okay?" now it was your turn.

You nodded before she got out and Sam followed after sighing, soon disappearing into the apartment building. But just as you were about to turn your car on you realize that you didn't have your bag with you "Shiiiit" you say to yourself before looking at their apartment building with a groan, getting out of your car to go to retrieve your bag. "Here we go again," you say to the stairs, and with a huff, you begin the climb, when you finally get to their floor you hear a commotion on the other side, so you gently knock waiting for someone on the other side to open the door for you.

That someone is Ethan, "Hey y/n what can I help you with?" he says leaning on the door frame casually with a light smirk, blocking you from coming in.

But before you can say anything you hear a groan behind him. Then Mindy's question makes him jump "Who's at the door?" she asks walking over to see who's holding Ethan up before sitting down "Hey you".

"I was just coming up to retrieve my bag," you say as Ethan steps out of the way checking you out as you walk away from him.

"Oh yeah? What's keeping you from staying the night?" she asks studying you while you scan the room for your bag when your eyes finally land on it in the dining room.

"Other than work nothing else, why?" you say in an attempt to keep the conversation away from the core problem. 

But Mindy persists as she gets up from her spot next to Anika on the couch to come over to you, fully aware of your schedule "Mind telling me what's up? You seem...I don't think nervy might be the right word for you" Mindy says trying to find a better word when Anika chimes.

"Apprehensive baby" and Mindy snaps her fingers.

"Thanks baby, yeah apprehensive" she says when you hear Tara, Chad, and Quinn join the living room waving at them as they did. 

But before you can answer her you started to feel a stinging sensation in your hand but you ignore it, "I'm still a bit shaken up from everything that happened earlier. I just want to go home and sleep it off" you say to Mindy when she notices that your hand is bleeding.

"Not like that you aren't. Hey Sam!" she calls, as the older Carpenter sister got out of her bedroom.

"Yeah what's wrong?" she says as her eyes scan the room before settling on your figure when Mindy walks over to her whispering something about your hand and how it happened. Then Sam disappears from the room to get a med kit before offering you a seat in the dining room so she can properly take care of you while Tara comes over to lightly talk shit to her sister which you respond to.

"Ease up on your sister Tara she was just looking out for you" making Tara talk back to you.

"I was doing just fine!" she says annoyed.

And you reply with the same energy"Taara 'doing just fine' does not mean abandoning yourself and letting some guy take advantage of you!" And she was about to get in your face when you got up and Sam was going to defend you but Mindy stops her.

"Hey Tara, come help me make dessert" she says "Anika you too baby we could use the help." 

Then you felt a soft hand caress your own making you flinch "Easy y/n, I just want to examine your hand" Sam says leading you to take a seat with her as she examines your left hand and arm just in case, "Relax for me y/n, good girl" she continues causing you to hide your blush. Then Sam pulls your attention back to her "Thank you by the way" you hear her say which is something you know might be hard for her.

"I um..you're welcome" you respond to her nervously and she looks up at you with a smile, while you started playing with the right side of her pant leg rubbing small circles into it. And while Sam was trying to find a way to fix your hand, you took the time to admire her as you looked at her features watching as her lashes flicker across your hand before your eyes moved looking down at her toned arms, but your thoughts bring your eyes back to her face. And you sat there wondering how long did she have to be strong, protective, and fearless? How long has she endured solitude by herself while constantly looking over her shoulder since Woodsboro? And before your brain can process what was happening you say "Sam" you started as she looks up at you and before you can say anything else Anika calls everyone to the table and Mindy sounds off.

"Dessert is ready!" she says happily as the smell of apple pie spreads throughout the apartment and before you can move to a different seat Sam gets up to get you water and painkillers while throwing out the glass shards she pulled from your hand.

"Here's some water and painkillers, make sure you take them," she says handing the cup and two pills to you, and as you take the painkillers with the water you noticed Sam had wrapped your hand up.

"How did you-" You started as Sam was going to sit next to you when Quinn takes her seat, so Sam was going sit on your left but it almost seems like the world was against her because Ethan sat next to you. 

With a light groan, she sat on the other side of the table next to Mindy who was facing in you're direction where you were slightly amused but in a tired way but you woke up a little when Tara and Anika brought over some bowls and utensils so you guys can dig in.

"Hey Sam" Sam turns her head in Chad's direction as he cuts the pie.

"What's up?" she says to him as you watch their interaction.

"Did you know that before you arrived at the party our y/n clocked the frat guy with a right hook?" he asks and you hide behind your hands as Sam looks at you surprised, seeing that your right hand is a bit swollen.

"Is that why his nose was bleeding?" and he nodded with a smile.

When Mindy chimes in "can we talk about how you backed up on to the curb"

And Tara joined in "Yeah I thought that was pretty badass," she says as you sunk deeper into the chair from embarrassment.

"Yeah y/n I was surprised at how pissed you were," Ethan says as the bowls of apple pie were being passed out so you sat up and grabbed one.

After taking your first bite, you hummed with a smile before replying "That wasn't my proudest moment I could have killed someone" you say messaging your eyes to prevent yourself from crying as you feel bad for showing that side of yourself before going back to eating.

"Here an ice bag for your hand," Anika says handing you the ice bag while she takes a seat next to Tara at the table and after you were done with your bowl you take it along with the ice bag to the kitchen sink to clean.

Then Sam came over with her bowl brushing against your right arm letting you know that she was there "I can clean it for you, here" she says taking your bowl.

"Thank you" you say before leaning against the counter and watching your friends from afar when you take a deep breath. As you took a deep breath in, Sam watches you and does the same as she gets done cleaning the bowls before talking to you about earlier that night.

"Y/n I'm sorry that I yelled at you earlier" she says pausing thinking about the events.

"It's okay I know you didn't mean it" you reply looking over at her tiredly but she feels like you're not getting it and just as you are about to return to the table Sam traps you between the counter and herself and you laugh nervously."Samantha Carpenter," you say her full name grabbing Tara's attention from the table as she noticed how close you two are in the kitchen as she was happy to know that her sister can talk to you to but if she didn't know any better she would have thought you guys were trying to mess around in the kitchen. Sam's mouth hung open a little not expecting you to use her full name, "I am aware that you were upset that Tara was at a party intoxicated mind you, and that you felt that it was my idea to take her" She nodded and you continued "You must not know me then, I hate parties like that and I worked up the courage to get your sister out of there or tried to anyway" you say with a sigh looking away from her "I may be Tara's friend but even I can't tell her what to do and I think you should let her spread her wings a little." Now it was Sam's turn to take a deep breath, taking in what you were saying and you added "Pequeño" you say using your pointer finger and thumb to show her what you mean making her smile.

"Are you planning to stay the night?" Sam asks, hoping you will say yes and she watches you as you think about it, noticing how long your lashes are and how your e/c eyes underneath them are intriguing as she held herself back from wanting to kiss your lips but to her nothing beats your kind and understanding personality.

"Sure why not," you say looking up at her and she looks at you with content wondering how she can be so lucky to be graced by you.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 4.5 Chapter 5 Chapter 5.5  Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 7.5 Chapter 8 Chapter 8.5 (Chapter 9 Coming Soon)

Pequeño means small, little, and short in Spanish depending on how you use it.

I plan to make more for this series because I'm having too much fun letting my brain run wild. Also, constructive criticism is welcomed as I've never done something this in-depth before.

But again look out for more and I'll make sure to link the chapters. I also made a fan playlist if you guys want to check it out, I'll leave a link below if you want to read along with it.

Scream 6 : A Love so Understanding Playlist

[barleyo]

Just What I Needed. (1.5)

(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)

A/N: This is one of the chapters I was talking about. This is how the rest of this story will function too. One chapter of main plot, one flashback!

Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5

(Y/N)’s father was a man with big dreams. He always knew what he wanted, how to get it, and why he wanted it. He knew that he wanted to open a restaurant, something fresh and fun for families. He never much liked children, though, except for one.

It happened early in her life, but she remembered the day her father had opened Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. He came home with the paperwork filed, and a giant smile plastered over his usually dull face. He had picked her small body up and twirled her around the room as he spoke.

“It is done, can you believe it?” He asked her, bundling her body tightly in his arms.

“What’s done? What’s goin’ on?”

“The restaurant,” he said, placing her back down on her feet, chuckling lightly when she faltered out of dizziness. “We’ll open tomorrow. Proud of your old dad, aren’t you?”

“Of course, daddy! Can I come tomorrow?”

Her father lowered himself to his knees, placing a hand on her shoulder while his grin stayed strongly across his features. Before he could answer her, a voice called out from the kitchen.

“(Y/N),” her mother called, voice weak and strained, as if every word sliced through her throat as it came up. Her name echoed slightly on the walls as her mother called again, urging her to come to her.

“Let’s see what your mother wants, hm?” He rose back to his feet, an obvious damper placed on his mood in hearing his wife’s croaking voice.

Her mother eyed the two from her spot by the sink.

She was a cold woman, thin and boney, though it wasn’t just time that had done this to her. Her life, as she found it, was full of compromise. She never wanted children. In her home, they were the inescapable hell that she could only cope with by puffing her thinly rolled cigarettes to keep herself sane.

“Go upstairs, (Y/N).” The filter of her cigarette was stained red by her lips. The grey ash sprinkled slightly on the floor as she placed it back into her mouth.

“Why? I thought I was gonna go with dad–”

“Now, (Y/N). Go to your room.” She put the cig out in the sink, punctuating her sentence with a soft hiss of the ash against the stray water droplets littering the sink.

(Y/N) nodded slowly before walking halfway up the stairs. She stopped and sat, hugging the rail so that she could listen to her parents' conversation.

“Why would you try to take her there?” Her moms voice was quiet and muffled behind the wall, but (Y/N) sat as still as she could, hardly breathing in order to be able to hear everything. “I don’t want her at that fucking restaurant.”

“I can take my daughter wherever I want,” he quickly shot back, car keys clenched in his hand. He felt the grooves of the house key on the ring digging into his palm. “I worked hard, she’ll like it there.”

“Our daughter, William, and no, she won’t. Those monster robots you spend all your time on will scare her.”

“I made them for her, I think I know my daughter well enough to know what she’d like.”

A dry, sarcastic laugh fell from her lips. “Really? You think you know anything about her, about any of these goddamn kids? When’s the last time you were here for more than a few hours?”

“Don’t tell me what I don’t do, I do too much for you, for all of you.” He sucked his teeth and walked away, leaving her in the kitchen. Seeing his daughter still on the stairs, he waved her over. “Let’s go.”

“Mom said we could go?” (Y/N) felt her hands twitch nervously. She knew her mother didn’t want her to go with her father, she never went against her.

“We don’t always have to listen to her, she doesn’t always know what’s best for you, baby girl.”

She followed behind William, clinging onto his pant leg as they walked out of the house. She sat in the backseat quietly, waiting for her father to start talking while he pulled out of the driveway. Instead, he joined her in silence, feeling the tension in the car grow when (Y/N)’s mother’s face appeared in the window, scowling.

The awkward silence dissipated into a calm quiet once they pulled into the well lit parking lot of Freddy’s. The car pulled in smoothly under the black pavement and stopped right in front of the door.

“Hop out, let’s go see the inside.”

She got out and shivered in the cold, night air. Her arms grew soft goosebumps until she felt a heavy fabric cover her shoulders.

“Hm?” She looked at the jacket her father placed over her. His favorite, a tan, thick coat with wool around the hood. “Thank you,” she said softly, slipping her arms through the sleeves.

He said nothing, instead leading her to the door, unlocking it, and bringing her inside. (Y/N) gasped at the bright colors of the main floor. The tables were nice and wooden, the floors were slick and new, and there were game machines in the back of the room.

“Can I go play one? Pretty please?” She tried to run over to one, but his firm hand grabbed the hood of the jacket to stop her in place.

“There’ll be plenty time for that another day. Come, there is something better I want you to see.” William picked her up, hands on her lower back as he scooped her comfortably up to his chest. He brought her to a stage covered by red curtains. The velvet crinkled under his rough hands when he pulled it back to reveal the animatronics. The animatronics were powered off, sitting with an uncanny aura around them. They were shiny and plastic, but they gave off an old, tired energy that she felt unnerved by.

“Daddy, what are those?”

He put her down on the stage, pushing her forward a bit to urge her to touch them.

“Your new friends, (Y/N).

[mothrocks]

So I recently caved and watched Hazbin Hotel. I like animation, musicals, and animated musicals, so I feel like I'm kind of obligated to watch this new animated musical cartoon. After watching the show, I can't help but compare it to other animated productions that have also been released within the last year, namely that of Disney's Wish. I have a lot of thoughts, so here's this essay I spent like 2.5 hours writing :D

Slight disclaimer, I do acknowledge that Wish and Hazbin Hotel have very different themes, target audiences, production methods, pipelines, all the things. As someone who just enjoys animation, I'm going to disregard this for the most part, largely because I just want to ramble about the animation industry as a whole and probably could for hours.

Hazbin Hotel features a cast of characters trying to rehabilitate the sinners of Hell to save them from dying a second (and seemingly final) death in the afterlife. I have my own thoughts on the show itself, but I generally thought it was good. You can tell there was passion behind it and that they were allowed a lot of creative freedom, rather than having to pander as much to studio higher-ups.

I'm choosing not to summarize Wish and trusting that if you've read this far, you have at least a fragment of an idea of what the movie is about (not that there is much of a memorable plot, anyways). I don't like Wish. The characters are static and flat; there's no growth or character development and we have little to no reason to root for the main character, Asha. The story overall is unmemorable. The animation is fairly lackluster and looks unfinished. Lastly, the songs, one of the most important parts of a Disney animated musical, are just bad and incohesive and don't fit whatever vibe Disney and its producers were going for. I want to add that I don't think these qualms are the fault of the creatives behind this movie, rather, the fault of Disney executives stepping in.

Compared to Wish, Hazbin Hotel has interesting and dynamic characters, a solid art and animation style, and a wonderful soundtrack. Hazbin Hotel, despite being a show about the afterlife, has life and soul to it. This isn't to say I'm a big fan of the show, I do have criticisms of my own. My question is, how does Hazbin Hotel, an animated adult cartoon practically birthed from the internet, manage to be infinitely better than Wish, a movie by fucking Walt Disney Animation Studios? The fact that Disney, the studio behind The Lion King and Beauty and the Beast (or even more recent things like Moana and Encanto), is the same studio that produced a movie as flat and lifeless as Wish is baffling to me.

My speculation as to why this show is so much better than Wish is specifically because it was cultivated from random people on the internet who were passionate about their projects opposed to a company like Disney, who made Wish just for money (and to promote their anniversary). Disney has changed from what it once was and no longer takes risks in their storytelling or animation, only pursuing whatever writing, casting, or cost-cutting decisions that will line their pockets best. As someone who grew up watching these movies so much as a kid and learning about animation and storytelling and music from them, it's so disheartening to see any creativity within this corporation be crushed. Walt Disney Animation Studio's latest animated films since 2018 (Ralph Breaks the Internet, Frozen II, Raya and the Last Dragon, Strange World, and Wish) have all been lackluster in one way or another, with Encanto being the one exception. Disney has historically had dips in the quality of it's content, but this new trend in addition to the rise of streaming platforms (and even the introduction of AI) leads me to have little to no hope for Disney's animation going forward. Passion projects such as Hazbin Hotel are what makes me have any semblance of hope for the future of animation as a whole. Seeing one of the leading animation producers dwindle to this extent and kill any creativity brought to the table is just sad.

[hrts4chaee]

AFTER DARK☁️ min yoongi.

pair. yoongi x reader genre. smut, romance warnings.unprotected sex, mention of safe word, yoongi has big...heh, yoongi is whipped, rough yoongi, word count. 2.5+ summary. He didn't need love. At least, that's what he told himself before he met her.

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It was like a bliss.

The electricity I felt when our hands made small contact, as if the world was collapsing, as if two worlds were about to clash. As if the Lord wanted to tell me there's a possibility of him and I. Even though I didn't believe in his God, in his religion, I felt as if he told me we're okay. Like he heard my prayers during one winter night in this cold country, "Is it too much to hope for, for us to be together in this lifetime?" I prayed because I knew there's something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And even if nothing came out of it, at least i have known this beautiful feeling, the wonderful sense of love. It is something I can always keep close to me, to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine. No matter what happens next, I'll always be glad to know there's someone like Yoongi in the world.

Even when we made eye contact for 100th time, it was love. It was the mood of the time, the feeling of forever. The sense we could live and die by our word and never regret a thing. I remember when he was so outraged by the world when I walked in his life, but all i wanted was to be part of that. But he couldn't say it was love, not until our lips touched for the first time during cold winter. That's the moment he was lost in passion and love.

"I love you, you know that?" I told him, I could see the glimpse of his cheek getting redder by second. My head rested on his chest, I wasn't able to see him fully.

"I do, but you do know I love you way more?" He whispered and giggle left my lips.

"That's impossible."

He looked at me with annoyed face but he still looked adorable.

"Y/N. I am the one who started loving you beside the fact I hate everything about my life."

"And I am here to give you as much love as you give hate to the world." I looked at him with serious expression, if stare could kill, he would be dead right now. Sitting up from the bed, I continued to stare at him. "...What?"

"You're annoying." He laughed out loud.

"Oh but you still love me." He said.

"I do, but you're still annoying." I laid back on his chest and hugged him tightly. I was listening to his heartbeat, since i always do that whenever i get annoyed at him. The best part about listening to the beating muscle was that I could feel his heart starting to beat with same pace as mine. I loved to think we're one. One body and one soul. "I love you so much and you have no idea how much, Yoongi..."

Honesty was written on my face but the way he looked at me made me question if he didn't believe me. And something in him shifted.

"Have you ever been with a man, Y/N?"His voice is low and husky.

My heart hammers hard in my chest as I nod. "I've had sex before."

"That's not what I asked," he says, pausing right in front of me, the tip of his shoes touching mine as he stares down at me. "I don't care about those boys who might've fumbled around between your legs a time or two. I want to know if you've been with a man."

I hesitate before slowly shaking my head. If he is a man, if this is what being with a man is like, I've never been with one. I've messed around with boys at parties, even had a boyfriend for a while back in Busan that took my virginity in the backseat of a rusty Chevrolet. But whatever is happening right now between us is something I've never felt before.

It's electricity.

He cups my chin with his hand, tilting my face so I have no choice but to look him in the eyes. His thumb sweeps along my bottom lip, and I let out a shuddering breath as he leans closer, tilting his head like he's going to kiss me, but he pauses there instead. His gaze burns through me, seeping down into my soul, seizing me like a prisoner.

I'm a willing captive.

"You don't have to be afraid," he says. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He kisses me then. His lips are soft-so, so soft, like velvet, a stark contrast to the roughness of the rest of him. His kiss is gentle, little more than breaths against my lips that I eagerly inhale, taking him in. I let out a soft moan, hardly catching it as he whispers, "unless you want me to."

A hint of a smile takes over his face when he pulls away. I should be alarmed. I should head right back out that front door and run far, far away, but I can't. I can do nothing but stand there and shiver as he lets go of me, tak- ing a step back. He regards me for a moment, eyes sweep- ing down my body, as his smile grows.

He's a child with a brand new toy, and I just hope he doesn't break me as soon as I'm out of the package.

He's on me then, his hands seeking me out as his lips once more meet mine. None of the gentleness from a mo- ment ago is in his touch. He seizes me, pulling me into his grasp, taking my breath away with his hard kiss. I gasp as he lifts me up, hands gripping my hips. I cling to him, wrap- ping my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.

He's strong-Jesus, he's stronger than I expected, holding me like I'm weightless as he carries me upstairs to his bedroom. As soon as we're inside, he kicks the door shut and hauls me over to the bed, his lips still on mine.

He lays me back on the crisp white sheets, him on top, his weight pressing down on me, constricting my chest. My lungs burn, the butterflies in my stomach flapping wildly, ready to take flight.

A strange thrill soars through me when he moves from my mouth, his lips trailing down my jaw line, finding my neck. He kisses and licks, his teeth grazing the skin, as his hands hike up my dress, shoving it to my waist.

I barely have time to think, to agonize over the fact that I'm pretty sure I'm wearing plain white cotton panties that are probably not sexy at all, when his hand slips be- neath the flimsy fabric, fingertips grazing my clit. My back arches involuntarily as a gasp escapes my throat, the jolt of pleasure tearing through my insides, the first lightning strike of an oncoming storm.

I'm caught in a whirlwind. There's no other way to describe it, no way to explain it, except that I've been swept up so fast that I can no longer even see the ground. His hands are all over me, tearing off clothes, as his lips seek out every stitch of exposed skin.

The dress is yanked off and flung across the room, barely hitting the floor before he's leaving a searing trail of kisses down my stomach. Slipping his hands beneath me, he makes speedy work of my bra, tearing it off.

He grasps the sides of my panties, and I lift up in- stinctively when he tugs them down. My knees find one an- other, drawn together like magnets, as my hands cover my breasts, timidly shielding my naked body from his view as he sits back. He regards me warily, seeming to hesitate for a fraction of a second when he sees how I'm laying there, but it doesn't deter him from pulling his shirt off. His hands make work of his pants, unbuckling the belt and unzipping them, the sound seeming to echo through the quiet room.

It makes my heart race faster than before, so frenzied my vision blurs when he pulls them off along with his box- ers, leaving him just as naked as I am.

I can't look.

I can't look.

I can't help it.

I look.

I have to.

He pries my legs apart and moves to the space between them. My eyes are drawn down his broad chest, following the trail of shadowy hair along his toned stom- ach, straight to his cock. My eyes widened when I catch sight of it.

He plans to fit that thing inside of me?

I only get a brief glimpse, a murky silhouette in the darkness as he grasps ahold of his cock and strokes it, be- fore I feel it pressing against me. My eyes drift closed as he rubs the head of it against my clit, sending those tiny jolts of electricity through me.

"I'll take it easy on you," he says as he pushes inside of me for the first time, moving slowly, covering my body with his.

Don't, a part of me screams, the animal inside trying to claw its way out, but I swallow the word down, almost ter- rified to verbalize it. I don't know what he means, and I'm already in way, way over my head as it is. I feel like a virgin all over again, except I wasn't nearly as nervous back then. I was just handing over my body then, letting them caress my skin, but I have a feeling this man's planning to go much deeper than that with me.

He pulls out before pushing back in again, moving ag- onizingly slow, letting my body adjust, but I don't think that's possible. I don't think I can ever get used to him.

"If you want me to stop, just tell me," he says, "and I will."

"Should we..." My voice is a strained whisper. "I mean, should I have a safe word or something?"

I've watched movies, I've read books, and I'm not sure how kinky this man gets.

He stalls mid-thrust, pulling back to look at me, his eyebrow curving. I can see the twinkle in his eyes, amuse- ment, the monster intrigued by my question. "Do you want one?"

"I, uh... do I need one?"

He seems to consider that for a moment, halfway in- side of me, before shaking his head and pushing into me, a little harder this time, making my breath hitch.

"Not this time," he says, fighting off a smile. "Just relax."

I try.

Dammit, I try.

But as soon as I start to relax, Yoongi finds his rhythm, hiking my legs up to fill me deeply. I gasp, my hands run- ning through his hair, the slight curls surprisingly soft, as he leans down to kiss me. With his lips on mine, he thrusts hard, so hard he nearly knocks the breath from my lungs. Unnatural noises escape my throat that he greedily swal- lows with his kiss, increasing his pace, eliciting more of the sounds from me.

Again.

And again.

And again.

I suspected it, from his earlier question, but it isn't until he's inside of me, pounding against me, his arms wrapped around me, holding me so tightly I can hardly breathe, fucking me so hard I can barely think, that I realize just how much I've been missing. Everything before this moment was child's play, but this man is the major league.

He fucks me like he means it, like he needs it, like being inside of me is more important than anything inside of him, and every cell in my body calls out to him, craving more of it. His hands work magic on my skin, slipping between us to stroke my clit. The mere touch sends sparks through me. He rubs circles around it, as my body grows taut. I can feel it, building and building, the pressure filling me up until I'm about to burst.

The pleasure explodes inside of me, unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I squeeze my eyes shut. It's like fireworks all around me when all I've ever seen before were measly sparklers. I cry out, arching my back, my breasts flush against his chest. I can feel myself con- vulsing around him, squeezing his cock for a second be- fore it's gone. He pulls out, pulls away from me just as I start to come. I'm momentarily stunned by the absence of everything I feel nothing but coldness, air all around me. No warmth. No him.

No nothing.

My orgasm fades away as soon as it hits, the fire- works a dud that fizzle and fade into the night sky.

Oh, God. No. No. No. Don't do this to me. My eyes snap open as the bed shifts, and I barely have time to glance over when he pushes my legs apart wider, his tongue softly grazing my clit.

Oh, God. Wait. Yes. Yes. Yes.

He licks and sucks, pumping his fingers inside of me, his head between my thighs. Gasping, I run my hands through his hair, grasping ahold of the locks, as I shudder. It takes a few seconds for the fading pleasure to sweep back through me, somehow even more intense, swaddling my entire body in heat.

Orgasm rocks me, and I let out a shriek, arching my back as I convulse. He doesn't let up, doesn't stop, his tongue running circles around my clit before he sucks on it, his fingers deep inside of me.

I relax back into the bed, panting when the sensation subsides, but I don't have time to catch my breath. He's in- side of me again, thrusting deep, as his lips find mine. I don't even think about it, don't hesitate, kissing him deeply as he laughs against my mouth.

"You like that?" he asks, his voice strained, like he can't quite catch his breath. "Can you taste yourself?"

I'm embarrassed for a second, long enough for my face to heat, as he kisses me again, and again. I can taste myself, but I don't have a chance to dwell on it, because he's fucking me just as frenzied as before. His hips slam into mine, noises escaping my throat that he continues to smother with his kiss. I can feel his breath coming out in pants as he thrusts mercilessly, desperately.

And then he's off of me again, pulling out. This time he sits back on his knees and grasps his cock, stroking it as he tilts his head back, eyes closed. I stare at him in the moonlight, stunned by the sight of him coming, a mix of agony and pleasure seeming to twist his features as he grunts. He slows his strokes, stilling his hand, and just sits there, his chest falling and rising as he breathes deeply.

It's beautiful.

I don't know how else to describe it.

Yoongi is a work of art, confident in every aspect, and it's certainly warranted. I just lay there, my body made of jelly, while he towers above me like fortified steel. I'm suddenly weak and helpless, oh-so-vulnerable and at his mercy, at his disposal, and he's not dented even the slightest bit.

And that's truly when I realize we are each other's sunshine after long dark.