neonln4 · 3 days ago
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i found a good boy, and he's on my side | lando norris smau
lando norris x reader | a little bit of best friend!oscar
summary: when y/n's ex writes a messy song about her, fans push for lando to break up with her (he doesn't even consider it)
fc: sabrina carpenter
kind of a part 2 to what a coincidence, but you don't have to read part 1 for this to make sense
warnings: non-existent angst, lando very much in love with y/n, very brief mention of cheating (not lando), maybe some typos
note: y/e = your ex
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yourex Biting My Tongue out tonight
Finally sharing my truth
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user1 WE LOVE YOU Y/E
user2 ready for the tea 🍿
ynfan2 PLEASE LEAVE Y/N ALONE I BEG WE'RE OVER YOU
ynfan1 "sharing my truth" OHHHH BROTHER
user3 the y/n fans getting nervous
ynfan2 not nervous, sick of his lies
user2 perhaps y/n isn't as perfect as you think
user4 anyone else just here for the music
user5 @ yourusername YOU ARE SO OVER
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ynfan2 UNBOTHERED QUEEN
user2 is she just pretending her ex didn't drop a shady song about her
user6 lando still in the likes ... this is so sad
yourbff your reminder to not wear the red top this weekend
yourusername you've seen my outfits already TRUST there's no red in sight
landonorris that's my girl
ynfan1 MOTHER IS GOING TO SILVERSTONE
user4 how has lando not dumped you yet
user5 you really don't deserve lando
user3 HAS LANDO HEARD THE SONG YET? DUMP HER!!!
ynfan3 what's with all the loser hate comments
landonorris my girlfriend is sooooo leng now come give me a kiss
yourusername calm down
yourusername on my way tho
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user1 JEALOUS
yourusername who's the baddie
landonorris that's my girlfriend mate back off
ynfan2 WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS
user3 waiting for the dumping...
user4 crazy that they're still together
user8 i think some of y'all are a bit dramatic, the song wasn't even that bad and it's just his perspective
ynfan3 A LANDO FAN WITH A BRAIN
yourbff last pic i want her baddddd
landonorris so you don't want [redacted]'s number anymore?
yourbff WAIT I TAKE IT BACK
ynfan2 QUEEN Y/BFF FINALLY APPROVING OF ONE OF Y/N'S MEN
oscarpiastri you stole my best friend
yourusername we literally have plans next week
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yourusername is this thing on? 🎤
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ynfan1 MOTHER IN THE STUDIO!!!!!
ynfan2 the last pic has me crying 😭😭 i just know she's about to be a menace
user2 if she's actually making a response song that's kinda pathetic
user3 right? her fans all say y/e is using her for fame but she's also doing it
yourbff let me hear it first
oscarpiastri i better get the link first
landonorris ignore both of them, i get first dibs
user1 THE DRAMA if she's making a response song lando better get out of there quick before he's her next victim
user4 WE DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE
ynfan3 all these haters camping on y/n's post omg she's so famous
ynfan4 WE LOVE YOU Y/N IGNORE THE LOSERS
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yourusername my turn🩷
surprise! planned to keep these in the vault, but i guess things change. 'vicious' and 'eternal sunshine' live performances out now on youtube! studio version out friday 💋
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landonorris proud of you love 🤍
yourusername 🧡🧡🧡
ynfan2 OH MY GOD NO WAYYYYYYY
ynfan3 "my turn🩷" THAT'S MOTHERRRRRRRRR
ynfan1 love lando supporting her through it all that's a good man
ynfan4 SHE SPILLED Y/E IS SO DONE
yourbff i love you so much!!!
yourusername love you!!
user3 these songs are really good ... sorry for hating before
user1 some of y'all switching up in the comments, she could be lying!!
ynfan5 perhaps i misinterpreted the lyrics, but did y/e CHEAT ON HER???
ynfan3 pretty sure 👀
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yourbff LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCH
ynfan4 THESE HAVE TO BE LYRICS
ynfan3 more lover girl music coming soon LET'S GOOOOOOO
ynfan2 y/n writing her two shady songs about y/e then going back to writing cheesy love songs for lando we love to see it
landonorris how i obsessively adore you 🤍
ynfan2 y'all they're quoting future lyrics right in front of our faces i just know it
user3 it's not looking like a break up any time soon
oscarpiastri answer my texts
yourusername sorry been busy 🤭
oscarpiastri disgusting
yourusername NOT LIKE THAT.
ynfan5 Y/NLANDO WILL ALWAYS PROSPER
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ynfan2 LMAOOOOOO
yourbff i'll have to break all of your bones if you ever hurt her
landonorris the scary thing is that i actually believe that you would
oscarpiastri hurt her and your life is over
landonorris DAMN DID Y'ALL READ THE CAPTION OR NO
user3 they're kinda growing on me y'all ...
ynfan4 everyone say we love you mom and dad
user4 worst news of my life
user2 i'm gonna be forced to like her this is terrible
yourusername thank god
landonorris if you leave me i think that i just might lose it completely
yourusername don't ever quote my songs at me again
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fruithoughts · 3 days ago
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  In this world there are a couple of absolute truths; the sun will explode someday, the water is wet, capitalism is a demon and of course, Yoon Jeonghan is madly in love with his best friend.
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     CW: agegap(he’s 29 and she’s 23, they met when she was 19 and he was 25), bigdick!Jeonghan, fem!reader, friends to lovers, he’s so condescending but in the sweetest way?? what an asshole omg, one reference to him being a smoker, idiots in love, a lil bit of dom!jeonghan.
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It's a classic, from the very first time they met, the bastard already knew he was going to end up in bed with the pretty girl with the coffee colored eyes, she retorted his unfunny jokes even when her red cheeks gave away that she was embarrassed, played along all of his little games just to give him hope that this time she had fallen into the hands of the big bad wolf, she was made just for him.
The special treatment Jeonghan provided her didn't sneak under anyone's noses, it was obvious, the only person other than himself that he allows to win during table games, just one look at him with that curious puppy face is enough to make him melt whole, he’s that weak. The only person he listens to when she tells him to stop cheating in games, that guy would give all of  the stars in the universe to his girl, would fix the ozone layer in 3 business days max if she complained about global warming today.
  "I could live like this" oh, that persisting little thought, always wandering in the man's head while he is around his friend, just waiting for the right moment to invade his frontal lobe and consequently force his heart into beating fast like crazy by making him think about the calm and happy life he could have alongside his love.
    The dreamer thinks and thinks while waiting for his girl to finish brushing her teeth, a silly smile stamped on his rascal face as he stares at the ceiling of her room, ironically, they were watching Friends in her bed, as always; against the will of his girl who insisted that the series was silly and he only liked it because he was old.
  As strange as it can sound, they had already slept in the same bed hundreds of times, most of those times due to Hannie’s habit of refusing not to take her with him everywhere he went, which more than often left them with only one hotel room to share, these nights were the most special, nothing sexual happened, which made them even more intimate.
The pointless conversations before bed, faces a few inches away as they discuss each and every scenario that his favorite girl proposes, "What name would you give your child? What if it was a girl?", "If the world ended and only the two of us were left, where would we go? Would you protect me?" She was always more touchy with him when she was tired, he loved every second of it. They cuddled until the princess fell asleep, her warm breath on his neck drove him wild, he wanted to fill her face with kisses, but he never had the courage, always waiting for the right time.
Now that once again he found himself in his friend's bed, just a month or so before his military service called for him, he wondered if he let the right time pass right by him at some point in the last 4 years, it was his biggest fear. What if the fact that he had hookups here and there over the years made her think he had no interest in her? What if the fact that he kept posting stories and photos with her made her come to the conclusion that he doesn't have romantic feelings for her because he wouldn't risk showing his possible future girlfriend to fans, and only posts things with her exactly because they’re completely platonic? 
With the date of the inevitable farewell between the lovebirds approaching, something had changed, Jeonghan couldn't quite figure out exactly what it was, but things were different. His girl always loved him(just not in the way he desired so much), he always knew that, she, who was always closed off with others; had no problem holding his hand under the blanket while watching movies or laying her head on his shoulder during car trips while Seungcheol screamed at Dokyeom because he took the wrong turn again, these moments felt like little secrets, his pretty flower laughing softly at the car fights while the bastard uses their proximity to draw invisible shapes of hearts and dicks on her bare thigh until he gets his hand slapped away when she inevitably realizes what he was drawing, in they’re little world in the back seat, no one would ever know.
Well, never? Maybe it was the wrong word, especially now that everything has changed. For some reason, his friend suddenly started offering him 3 times the attention he was used to receiving from her, holding his arm while waiting in line at the grocery store, hugging his waist and hiding her face behind his back while waiting for the uber, deliberately holding his hand as they strolled through some parking lot, suddenly her behavior made it obvious to anyone with eyes to see that they were in a romantic relationship, Jeonghan was in heaven.
He wanted to fantasize, to dream, to believe that this change was due to the fact that now that he's going away, she finally realized that she loves him, that she's always loved him and that they should be together, but part of him just can’t get over the possibility that she might have just gotten extra comfortable now that she realized he's going soon, and decided to give him all the attention in the world because she’ll miss his friend.
Things were not going according to plan and it made him nervous, restless... What was the plan? To confess as soon as he was discharged from military service, his group would be on a semi-hiatus for at least two more years after his return due to the younger ones serving, it was the perfect time to develop their relationship, he was sure they would get married early too, after all, for how long do you date after being extremely close for 4 whole years? He knows his princess like the back of his hand and she has him around her little finger, she knows everything, his whole life, all of his habits, allergies, fears and almost all his greatest desires. 
 — Stop thinking about other things while I'm here —  His girl's voice as she enters the room takes Jeonghan out of his train of thoughts, staring at her until she reaches the bed and crawls over to him to go cuddle again. 
— Am I only allowed to think about you? —  he asks, arching one of his eyebrows as soon as he has her in his arms, lying on top of him.  — When you're at my house, yes. —  She replies grumpily and Jeonghan laughs when he feels his torso being squeezed closer to her, draping one arm over his baby’s back, also squeezing her closer before depositing a little kiss on the top of her head, there's nothing this man wouldn't give to have this right here every day.
The conversation comes and goes as usual, they talk about life dramas and gossips from their respective groups of friends, some complaints about annoying and inconvenient people, just as inconvenient as...
— And that little guy you were hooking up with? Did you get tired of him already? — Jeonghan asks as if he hasn't spent the last two weeks brooding with jealousy, just the possibility of that idiot having touched his girl makes him want to rip off his own face with his bare hands. He’s not possessive at all, clearly.
  She huffs before replying — And that makeup artist you were clinging to? How is she? — the tone of the question tone made Jeonghan roll his eyes, he only had a little affair with that woman, a few kisses for a week and they slept together once, no big deal, and obviously it didn't mean anything to him, just like all his hookups never did. The man's distant behavior towards the people he fucked with was always a reason for a fights between them and most of the time it was the reason for the "breakup" of said hookup status, but why would he try to feel anything for any of his fuck buddies when his true love was just around the corner? He was just paving the way.
  — You know it was nothing, it never is — the man feels her little eyes burning through his face as he avoids meeting her vision, he knows where his answer will take him, he hates this part — And when will it start to be something? You're getting old, you know… —  she says teasing the possibility of her friend dying alone, he knows she's joking, but that's no comfort to how much it hurts not to have the courage to just hold her face and take what he spent the last 4 years wishing for so much, Jeonghan is patient, but people can hold on for only so long before snapping.
— And when are you going to start dating? Deceiving those little boys is not very nice on your part —  he received an indignant look from his friend, getting exactly where he wanted, the part where he takes control of the conversation back. It was no new's article that Jeonghan didn't really like anyone's face, the problems were always repeated in one way or another, "He's too young, he won't know how to treat you right.", "Look at the way he talks, I could bet five hundred dollars that this guy gets grossed out by the idea of eating pussy, he's just a little boy.", "Beautiful, look at the things this guy posts, he doesn't even know how to talk like a normal person and do you think he'll know how to fuck you?".
It wasn't exactly hard to figure out that Jeonghan doesn't approve of the possibility of his dear and beloved friend being a guy the same age as her, they are immature and gangly, they don't know how to do it the same way he does, they don't have the time and money to be able to take care of her like he can.
The silence coming from his petal makes him worried immediately, if that son of a bitch hurt his love’s heart, he doesn't even know what he's capable of doing — What happened, bunny? — he knew she hated the nickname, he called her by it anyway to get her out of her own head, his princess always thought too much, and he, as her perfect match, knew exactly how to bring her back to the real world.
She sighed before shyly admitting — You were right… —  he felt a wave of satisfaction run through his entire body, he loved it when his theories about the girl's hookups ended up being accurate — What was Hannie right about, hm? Tell me. —  he received a slap on his arm and could tell just from her breathing that his pretty little thing was sulking like never before.
  — He didn't even know how to hold a conversation! He didn't talk about anything worthwhile, he didn't have anything to do with life, he was a bore! — she vented, obviously it was something that had been bothering her for a long time, and who wouldn't be bothered when it's impossible to find a nice guy? Nobody had an interesting back and forth, a way of talking that made her all soft, a way of being that was all unique and special, there was no one like that. There was no one like him.
Jeonghan saw life pass before his eyes, the hand that was on the girl's back unconsciously squeezed her waist a little harder, with his eyes still fixed on the ceiling, for a moment he really considered that he was finally going insane, would she ever notice? Was that what they were going to be for the rest of their lives?
Friends who run into each other's arms to receive the affection and love many couples out there can't dream of having for each other while complaining that they can't find the "right person"? Would she ever really find someone who matched her? Someone who isn't him? Someone who doesn't deserve his girl at all, someone who hasn't spent literal years learning all the little details and parts of her life and worked so hard to be the best friend she could ever have, someone who doesn't love her the same way he does, someone who won't know how to make her cum as good as she deserves, someone who… — Jeonghan? — like the devil, that sweet, sweet voice calls to him, and by this point, he's been starving for quite a while.
— I'd make you the happiest woman in the world if you’d let me —  the words lingered in the air for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, he felt his doll's heart start to act as if she had just run a marathon, the strong beats against his chest seemed to mimic the beating of his own heart, which she surely felt too. He didn't even realize when exactly he closed his eyes out of pure fear of having ruined everything, he also didn't dare to open them when he felt her moving around on top of him, when he thought he couldn't stand to stay there any longer without running. 
He felt the sweetest kiss this universe has ever dared create, immediately his hands went to his... friend’s? Face,  kissing her back fervently, Jeonghan could cry if he didn't have so much adrenaline in his body after confession, the position was already perfect, they were grabbing and pulling and rubbing on each other for so long, maybe twenty minutes? Maybe two hours? Four days? It was hard to discern silly things like the time when he finally had his girl exactly where he had always wanted her.
— I don't want you to go, Jeongie... —  she confessed breathlessly, holding onto collar of the baggy shirt the man wore as if he was going to disappear as soon as she let go, those shiny little eyes were capable of making him fight 9 wars, weed 5 batches, discover the cure for 13 diseases, achieve anything that could possibly make her stay with him forever.
— I know, I know, my love —  he laid her on the bed with all of the care in the world, only to then, like an addict, go back to enjoying his girl's delicious mouth while he tested the territory by caressing the soft skin of her waist and belly under her pajama top — Do you love Hannie? Do you not want him to leave? — Yoon Jeonghan was worse than any whore, he wants to hear that he wasn't the only one who’s obsessed, that he's not the only one who spent the last 4 years losing nights of sleep and wasting who knows how much bath water while thinking about his best friend.
He feels his princess's warm little hands begin to explore his torso, scratching his chest and waist, sinking her sharp nails into the skin of his shoulders and the sides of his abdomen so, so deliciously, if he was a little less patient he would have already given up doing things slowly — Wait for it, you'll how learn to be patient, bunny.  — Jeonghan commanded firmly when he felt his pants being pulled down little by little. His girl would be lying if she said she wasn't dying to give in, the bulge in his pants was more than enough to scare her off, but she knew her Hannie would never hurt her — You'll wait for me to fuck you when you’re ready to take it, without complaining, gonna be good to me. 
The prep was long, this man didn't rest until he made his little doll cum in his mouth, then with his long and precise fingers, then with the both, he paused between the three of them so he wouldn’t overwhelm his sweet girl, he did everything to make her as open up as much possible but it would still take time to be able to fuck hard when he entered her little heaven, he was at peace with it, in fact, he was already in paradise just by eating her out. 
The one who wasn't at peace was her, this asshole was too hot for his own good, if she had the strength she would have already ripped off this motherfucker's underwear with her own teeth, unfortunately no one tells you how hard it is to find the strength to be angry with someone after they just gave you the three best orgasms of your life.
  — You look so much happier, baby, just needed someone to treat you the way you like —  his lips and chin glittered with her honey, if they weren't so close, she would probably be ashamed to have gotten so wet, but he deserved it — It impresses me that you didn't suffocate down there, with those black lungs. They must look like two raisins —  she jokes while pulling him by the shirt to get on top of her again, wiping the sweet juice from his chin with her thumb, only to put it directly in her friend's mouth, who happily received the dirty act and sucked her thumb clean.
— I won't even tell you what I'm going to leave looking like a raisin if you don't drop the attitude — he joked right back before kissing her, drunk in love. That was it, everything he ever wanted, just him and his woman locked in the bedroom, smiling like two idiots while making each other feel good, this could last forever, but now he was the one who couldn't wait any longer, all it took was her looking up to him though her eyelashes, giving him the puppy eyes he fell in love with all those years ago, it was all it took for him decided he couldn't take it anymore — Take it off, I'm tired — he says while letting his hands fall to the sides as he knelt on the bed, in front of her, looking down to his pants basically saying "if you want it, then come and get it", this scoundrel is very lucky to have such a beautiful face, otherwise he would have been punched already. 
When the little game and fights were finally over and the time finally came, he entered very slowly, truly enjoying every second of his precious time and honestly, as much as it killed him to see his little princess in pain... Jesus Christ, that expression with her eyebrows tensed up and half-lidded eyes while her red mouth moans his name just so sweetly is a sight dangerous enough to kill anyone. The scene left him all vulnerable, his knees risked failing, his fingers lost strength, and in the end, Jeonghan was a weakling for his girl.
  Her little sounds were all he needed to start moving, extremely slowly, he needed to train her tight little hole to be fucked by a real man — Those little boys really did you wrong, hm? Doesn't feel like you’ve ever been fucked at all — he made a point of speaking as he watched the long drag of his cock into and out of his little angel, hypnotized.
— Shut up, Jeonghan — she said angrily, it was embarrassing to remember that she had been with other people when she could have spent all of this time getting eaten out this good instead. He replied  — “Jeonghan"? Where's Jeongie, Hannie? Do you want me to stop fucking you so you can tell me about this "Jeonghan" guy? — his suggestion was answered with a loud sound of dissatisfaction, and with the little strength she had below her torso, she hugged his waist with her legs to keep him inside. 
  Watching her desperation filled him with all kinds of feelings, just thinking about how good he could fuck her when his princess was used to his size, he could start drooling right there. He sneaks his face into her neck to start another attack, leaving purple and red marks all over his flower’s shoulder, the easing of his thick cock inside her was too good to be true, he couldn't keep his mouth shut — Mine, mine, mine. — he whispered and grunted at her ear lobe. 
Maybe that was just part of having sex with someone you know so well, but he even knew what the attempts of words she moaned meant, he knew she was fighting with him for deciding all on his own that she belonged to him, he knew his stubborn girl too well to not notice — Try disagreeing, go on — he tells her all whiny, imitating the tone of the moans of his now; girlfriend, according to his head — Tell me that you're not mine, that we belong to other people, that this pretty little pussy wasn't made just for me, go on, tell me — clearly the words affected her a lot, if her watery eyes tightening until they closed and her little hole threatening to expel him from being so tight were anything to be go by. He held her jaw tightly, forcing her to look at him. — If you're going to lie to me, lie to my fucking face.
She was going insane, he was doing it so, so well, but he was so slow… Even though a little bit pain was still present, fuck it! She was barely holding on from not trembling with desire, she wanted more, she wanted him — Stop treating me like I'm made out of glass, Jeongie! — she tried to sound bossy but the neediness refused to leave the girl’s voice, Jeonghan could have melted right there.
— And you’re not? What’s my doll made out of, then? — he grabbed one of his girl’s delicious thighs firmly,  leaving a hard slap that would definitely leave a mark, it burned like hell and the bastard didn't help at all, he just held the abused meat again  — What’s this, princess? Did it hurt? Are you gonna to cry?  — the condescension seemed to overflow from his mouth just like his girl's juices overflowed from her puffy hole and stained the fluffy bed sheet with each deep thrust, which now, very slowly as to not hurt her, were taking on a faster rhythm that made her head spin. 
Having thoughts that made sense was too much to ask of the poor thing who was getting the biggest cock beating of her life, she barely heard a word that came out of her beloved's mouth, she just stared at his lips, which used to be thin but were now full and red from the intensity of their love, she just wanted to kiss him again, she needed to be a good girl to kiss him again, did he say something? He said it, didn’t he? A... A question... What was it? "What’s this?" — It’s yours, Jeongie — she replied after using all her mental strength available at that moment, which wasn't much.
Jeonghan couldn't help but smile about how stupid he made his bunny — Mhm, it’s just mine, baby — he held her sweaty little face with gentleness that was completely alien if compared to the harshness of which his hips kissed hers. It was so deep, she felt so full, she never wanted it to end, it was too good, she wanted to cry with the fact that she couldn't hold it for much longer. 
— Do you not want me to stop after you finish, princess? —  he asked just so softly, finding it the most precious scene in the world when his flower frantically shook her head, going "No, no, no!", his cutest little thing — Don’t worry, doll, I’ll only stop when you’re dripping with cum.   
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starspangledbatter · 3 days ago
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Are Ragatha and Jax siblings? Not quite...
⭐️ Ah, the Jax and Ragatha sibling theory. I’ve been seeing this theory floating around since the early days of the fandom. Based on interactions, inspirations, and just plain speculation, this would become a fairly common theory within the fandom. Many people view Ragatha as a mature older sister to Jax's chaotic younger brother, which has remained a perfectly valid way of interpreting the two! ⭐️
⭐️ However, this theory would also welcome a lot of problems within the fandom too, such as backlash towards people who ship them. This would include harassment, cyberbullying, and a spread of misinformation in many "safe" TADC fandom spaces online. Once a wholesome way of viewing the two, this theory would unintentionally find its way into what a lot of fans interpreted as canon knowledge. ⭐️
⭐️ With this context provided, is the theory actually true? Are Ragatha and Jax planned to be canonical siblings? Based off of Gooseworx’s asks, we can find out! ⭐️
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⭐️ Not so long ago, a fan asked if Kinger and Queenie had the possibility of being siblings. They were afraid that they might be shipping siblings instead of a married couple. Luckily, Gooseworx debunked this before it could find its way as a common theory. And knowing what we know now, Kinger and Queenie were actually a married couple, rather than a pair of siblings. This reveals her stance on questions like these, specifically ones that can misinform fans. If she did this with Kinger and Queenie, why wouldn't she do the same with the others, especially ones that were actually related? ⭐️
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⭐️ Another user by the name of @ciderjacks asked a question similar to the latter's. They asked Gooseworx if the Raggedy Ann & Andy inspiration involving Jax and Ragatha actually defined their relationship. Instead of a confirmation being made, Gooseworx revealed it was solely just easter eggs, rather than anything to run with as canon. To some users who aren't aware, Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy are brother and sister! This implies that this same connection wouldn’t be paralleled with Ragatha and Jax. ⭐️
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⭐️ And finally, we have the fanart folder from December! To clarify, Gooseworx has made it clear time and time again that no Digital Circus shipping pairs are canon. However, we should still take this into consideration, as it reveals the most about what we should know about this theory's credibility. If we take a look at this screenshot, there's certain pieces of art involving Ragatha and Jax, most importantly, the third one. It’s a fanart of Ragatha kissing Jax on the cheek, a shipping fanart no less. To add on, it was also made by @pinkboxy, a Digital Circus fan artist highly known for her Jax x Ragatha fanart. If these two were canonically related, I highly doubt Gooseworx would heart this image, let alone save it in a favorites folder. ⭐️
⭐️ So, with that out of the way, it's clear to say Ragatha and Jax are not canonically siblings. However, they are still free to be interpreted in any way we want, regardless of canon. Just keep in mind that neither interpretation (siblings, frenemies, couple, etc) is 100% canon or the “right way” of viewing them :). Be civil, stay safe, and have a nice day 💞💞💞 . Let’s this fandom a nice and safe place to be involved in! ⭐️
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pray to god this won't be a mess
word count: 3235 Who knew a piece of clothing could start so much trouble?
“Whose hoodie is that?”
“Huh, what?” Angela glances up from her phone startled as Chanse pulls the chair out and sits across from her.
He inspects her and points at the logo on her chest, “The Bruins hoodie. That’s not yours.”
“How would you know,” she crosses her arms, obscuring the black and yellow “B,” though it was a fruitless effort since the large “BOSTON” letters were still visible across her chest.
“I know you don’t know jack shit about any sport, let alone hockey,” he accuses, “And if you did, why wouldn’t you be repping LA instead of Bost—ohhh, that’s Amanda’s, isn’t it?”
Angela rolls her eyes and picks up the menu from the table, pretending to flip through it. For a brief moment, she thinks Chanse has dropped the subject.
Right as she lets out a sigh of relief, Chanse asks, “Why do you have Amanda’s hoodie?”
“Are you a detective or some shit? What’s up with this interrogation?” Angela tsks.
“You show up for brunch in our friend’s clothes and I’m not allowed to be curious?” He huffs. 
Angela pouts, “Okay, I don’t like your tone, mister.”
Chanse doesn’t say anything else, just stares with a look that screams “bitch, you’re not fooling me.”
“Alright, fine! It’s, uh, Amanda’s hoodie. So, what? Friends can’t share clothes anymore?” She’s flustered and she could feel her face heating up, but she refused to let Chanse see it.
“Friends can share clothes, sure. But…”
“Spit it out already, Chanse,” she’s nervously pulling at the cuffs of the sleeves, worried about what Chanse is about to ask her. There’s no question about what he’s going to say, it’s just that Angela isn’t ready to answer that question. At least, not now.
“You know, you and Amanda aren’t always ‘just friends.’ So, I don’t know, are you guys…seeing each other, like…officially?”
“You can use the word ‘dating.’ You sound like a fucking virgin,” scoffs Angela, hoping to play it cool.
“First of all, harsh—”
“It’s true!” She exclaims.
Chanse leans back in his chair, “—And second of all, you’re deflecting.”
“What do you want me to say? There’s nothing serious between us. It’s a…stress reliever, no strings attached.”
“Well, you seem pretty attached to that hoodie.”
“Argh!” Angela buries her face into her sleeve-covered hands and takes a deep breath. When she inhales, all she smells is the subtle scent of Amanda’s musky perfume lingering in the fabric. Her heart skips a beat.
“Does it smell like her?” He doesn’t even try to hide the smug look on his face.
“You’re fucking infuriating, you know?”
“I know. And that’s my job as your best friend,” Chanse laughs, “but it’s also my job to tell you when you’re acting like an idiot. And right now, you and Amanda both are.”
Angela runs her hand through her hair. “It’s really not that big of a deal, okay? I was at her place yesterday, and it got cold when I was leaving. And she had it lying around so she…gave me the hoodie.”
Chanse raises an eyebrow, his teasing grin fading a little. “And you didn’t think that meant anything?”
Angela shrugs, her fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the sleeves. “It’s just a hoodie, Chanse.”
Chanse narrows his eyes, leaning forward. “Uh-huh…”
“God, you’re impossible,” Angela deadpans.
“Look, Ang, talk to her,” Chanse says, softening. “You don’t want this to blow up, right?”
Angela lets out a long sigh, “Yeah…I know.”
“Good. So, you’re a Bruins fan now, huh?” Chanse teases, glancing at the hoodie one more time.
“Shut up,” she mutters, though there’s a small smile on her face as she picks up the menu again.
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Angela rubs her eyes and blinks, her vision slowly adjusting to the low light. Los Angeles is quiet at this hour, save for the occasional hoot of an owl. Not a car revving, a dog barking, a group of friends chatting and walking. A rare moment in Angela’s ever-busy life.
Moonlight streams in from the open window and illuminates the outline of the sleeping woman next to her. She watches the steady rise and fall of Amanda’s chest, memorizes the furrow persisting between her brows.
Shit, she wasn’t supposed to fall asleep here.
Carefully, Angela slips out of Amanda’s grasp, her friend’s arm having found purchase around her waist at some point during their nap. She doesn’t want to wake Amanda up, doesn’t want to make this more awkward that it already feels.
“Where are you going?” Amanda murmurs groggily, still half asleep.
Angela freezes in the middle of pulling her underwear back on, “Back home. It’s late.”
“Here,” yawns Amanda, ungracefully rolling out of bed, “I’ll walk you out.” She turns her back to Angela and throws on an oversized t-shirt and boxer shorts.
She shimmies the rest of her clothes on, as best as she can manage in the dark. When she feels she’s decent, Angela waits in the doorway to Amanda to join her. Together, they shuffle in silence down the hallway to the front door.
Angela fumbles a little with her shoes. She props a hand up on the wall next to her to steady herself.
Amanda asks, “Are you okay to drive home?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m awake.”
Her friend isn’t entirely convinced, but she also knows there’s no point in fighting Angela once she’s made up her mind. Amanda unlocks the door and swings it open, hissing as the cold wind cuts at their skin. Even after living her entire life in the same city, Angela always forgets how chilly nights in Los Angeles can get.
She tries her best not to be affected by the weather, though she can’t help it when a shiver runs down her spine.
“Where’d you park, Ang?”
She points out the door to the left, “On the other street. It’s not that far, don’t worry.”
“It’s cold,” Amanda states plainly.
“It’s fine.”
But Amanda’s already begun rifling through her coat closet, “Take a jacket with you.”
Angela is about to open her mouth to protest when she decides against it. She’s tired, it’s cold, and she’s filled with a myriad of conflicting feelings that she doesn’t want to try and sort out right now.
She wasn’t supposed to fall in love. It’s not what they agreed on, right?
To be fair, they never explicitly outlined what the rules of this whole “friends with benefits” arrangement was going to be. Doing it at work was unprofessional. Texting about it felt impersonal. And talking about it face to face was hard when they tended to see each other like this when someone was a little tipsy.
But right now, Angela liked the warm feeling of being cared for. If this ever gets brought up in the daylight, she’ll blame it on the sleep deprivation. And plus, it’s not out of character for Amanda to be concerned like this. So, it’s fine. It’s. Fine.
“Thanks,” she takes the hoodie and clumsily wiggles herself into it. There’s a distinct smell to it, strong and grounding. 
There’s a weight to it too, though Angela’s not sure if she’s imagining that part.
“Drive safe, baby,” Amanda smiles. That goddamn nickname.
“Bye, ‘Manda,” and she walks out the door.
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Her conversation with Chanse lingers in her mind throughout the next week. Every day, Angela brings the Bruins hoodie to work in her backpack, intent on returning it to its rightful owner. And every day, she returns home with it.
She tells herself it’s because the timing isn’t perfect. Amanda’s busy, distracted. She’s busy too—there’s too much going on in the office for her to be worrying about a hoodie. Yet deep down, Angela knows it’s more than that.
Each time she feels the soft fabric beneath her fingers, her mind spins with reasons to keep it. It felt like proof that outside of their work and group hangouts, there was something private and intimate that was just theirs.
And that was the problem.
Angela knew she couldn’t let herself want more, couldn’t let this thing between them get tangled with emotions. This isn’t what Amanda wants. And if Angela wasn’t careful, she was going to fall deeper than she already had.
It’s the end of the day Friday and Angela still hasn’t worked up the courage. She’s standing by her desk in the bullpen, cleaning up her things for the day, when Amanda approaches her.
“Heading out?” Amanda leans against the cement column next to her desk.
“Yeah, I’ve got rehearsals to run with Patrick for ‘Mamma Mia.’ You?”
“I’m gonna stick around a little longer. Selina, Shayne, and I have a meeting for the pod and Arasha wants me to look over a sketch idea she has.”
Angela looks down at her backpack, the yellow and black logo peeking out of the pocket taunting her, urging her to do something.
She blinks and zips it up, slinging her backpack onto her shoulders. While adjusting her camo hat, she looks up at Amanda, “You’ll let me know if you’re free this weekend? We should, um, hang out.”
Amanda nods, “Of course. Drive safe, baby.”
“Bye, ‘Manda,” and she walks away. There’s a feeling of deja vu that washes over Angela, leaving her feeling vulnerable and soft. Turn around. Turn around. Turn around.
“Wait, Amanda,” Angela stops so abruptly that she almost bumps into Marcus who was crossing in front of her.
She shrugs one arm out of the backpack strap and swings it around to her front, hands sweating as she fiddles with the zippers. She turns and walks towards Amanda again. From her backpack, she pulls out the Bruins hoodie and tries to hand it to Amanda, who surprisingly pushes it away.
“I always forget to give it back to you,” Angela chuckles nervously.
“Keep it, Ang,” Amanda shakes her head, smiling.
She stares up in confusion, “What? No, it’s yours. I’m not stealing it from you.”
“You’re not stealing, I’m giving it to you. Insisting too.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, it never really fit me right anyways. Plus,” Amanda winks, “it looks better on you.”
Angela hesitates, slowly retracting her arm and stuffing the hoodie back into her backpack, “If you ever want it again, let me know. I’ll give it back in a heartbeat.”
“I won’t, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
She’s unsure of how to respond to that, so she just stands and stares at Amanda.
“Take good care of it, Ang.”
“Okay,” is all she could mutter. She watches paralyzed as Amanda strolls past her and towards the conference room. It takes a couple moments for Angela to realize she must look like an idiot standing in the middle of the office like this and quickly heads out to the parking lot.
Once in the safety of her own car, she immediately texts Chanse.
angela: i tried to give it back chanse: wdym tried? angela: she told me to keep it chanse: ohhhhh bitch angela: i’m so fucked aren’t i? chanse: awww ang do you want me to come to you where are you? angela: it’s okay i’ll be okay
She leans her head against the headrest, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. Fuck me. There’s no denying it—Angela’s in too deep.
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“Angela?” Amanda calls out. It’s late, hours past midnight, and the festivities of Courtney and Shayne’s wedding party have long since died down. 
Angela makes her way over from the room next door and cracks the door open. She spots Amanda standing in front of the full length mirror, “What’s up?” 
Amanda glances over her shoulder, “I can’t get out of this fucking dress. Can you help me unzip it?”
“Sure,” Angela closes the door behind her to give Amanda some privacy.
When it shuts, Angela can physically feel the air in the room thicken. There’s been something unspoken hanging between them all night, all year even. Now, in a room alone and both their minds pleasantly clouded with alcohol, the tension feels practically suffocating.
Cautiously, Angela approaches Amanda, meticulously unhooking the clasp above the zipper and dragging it down tantalizingly slowly. Amanda’s smooth skin is a beautiful olive, dotted with light freckles from her summer out in the sun.
Before Angela can stop herself, she presses a kiss against Amanda’s spine. Amanda gasps at the cool sensation while the rest of her body heats up.
“Angela?” She asks again. However, the kisses don’t stop, and Amanda can’t control it when she screws her eyes shut, tilting her head back, and bites her bottom lip to suppress a moan.
“You are so fucking beautiful, ‘Manda. Did you know that?” Kiss. “You’re a goddess.” Kiss. “The kind of woman men used to start wars over.” Kiss. “I’m not worthy of you.” Kiss. “But I want you. Kiss. “Crave you.” Kiss.
Amanda reaches behind her and grabs onto Angela, her eyes still closed. Her nails dig into Angela’s skin. In her lust filled haze, Amanda hopes it’s deep enough that she’ll leave marks that will still be visible in the morning. She presses harder.
Again and again, they fall into bed together.
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Over the weekend, Amanda texts her several times asking to hang out. Angela sends back one or two worded responses, always something along the lines of “can’t” or “i’m busy.”
They don’t see each other again until they’re back in the office. Even then, Angela does her best to avoid Amanda. Other than the videos they’re scheduled for together, she doesn’t exchange a single word with her friend.
Amanda notices early on that something is off with Angela, though she doesn’t want to prod her about it, lest she make things worse with Angela with her worrying. She still asks around the office, however, hoping her friends also noticed Angela’s strange behavior. Unfortunately, no one else has.
“I know she’s been especially busy,” responds Arasha, “But she seems pretty normal around the office, so that’s good.”
Amanda hums in agreement, even if that answer was less than satisfactory. There’s nothing she can really do about it as of this moment. She can’t force Angela to talk to her, nor does anything seem to be severely wrong with her, so Amanda supposes she’ll just have to deal with the torturous silence for now.
Later, she follows Angela out to her car once they’ve wrapped for the day. This silent treatment could honestly be nothing and Amanda’s just been overthinking it all, but something deep in her gut is pulling her towards Angela, calling her to talk to her.
Even if it’s only been a couple of days, she’s already starting to miss how her name sounds coming from Angela’s lips.
She approaches the driver’s window and knocks, accidentally catching Angela off guard with the sudden sound.
“Holy shit,” gasps Angela as she opens the door, “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry,” Amanda answers earnestly.
“Everything okay?”
“I should be asking you that.”
Angela looks away, uncomfortable, and lies, “Everything’s been good with me.”
“Then how come you’ve been ignoring me all day? You can’t even look me in the eyes right now,” Amanda says, growing a bit bolder.
“It’s nothing.”
“It definitely doesn’t feel like nothing to me.”
“Amanda,” Angela pauses, takes a deep breath, and looks back at Amanda with a neutral expression, “I think…it’s better if we stop seeing each other.”
“What?”
“Like…outside of work. At night,” Angela clears her throat, “When we…hook up.”
Amanda frowns, “Can I ask why?”
“It’s not you, it’s me.”
Amanda rolls her eyes, “You really think that line is gonna work on me?”
“What I mean is…it’s messy, you know?”
“No, I don’t know,” she crosses her arms, defensive.
Angela chews nervously at her bottom lip, “It’s just that we’re colleagues and we should try and keep things professional. It’s best this way.”
“Oh, so you know what’s best for me now?” 
“It’s best for both of us. You don’t want anything serious,” sighs Angela.
“And you know what I want. Oh, good. You could start a business predicting people’s futures since you think you can read them so well,” spits Amanda, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She’s barely an inch away from Angela now—their noses are practically touching.
Angela’s gaze flickers from Amanda’s lips to the fire in her eyes and back to her lips, “What do you want then?”
Once more, the air is heavy between them, filled with some mix of lust, want, guilt, and regret.
Amanda can’t fucking bear the quiet any longer. She leans down and kisses Angela hard, holding the lapels of Angela’s jacket to pull her in closer. It’s rough and not the best kiss they’ve shared by a long shot, but it doesn’t matter because for the first time in months, it feels real.
She can feel Angela’s lips curve into a smile.
“Just to be clear,” Amanda barely manages to pull away, “What I want is you. In any way you’ll have me.”
Angela surges forward and kisses her again.
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“Shit!”
Angela whips her head around, pausing her stirring of the sauce pot, “What hap—oh.”
All the way down Amanda’s white top was spilt red wine—the glass in her hand was now completely empty. Angela covers her mouth, stifling a laugh, while Amanda stares at the stain in shock.
“Someone’s had a little too much to drink already,” Angela turns the stove down to low and wipes her hands haphazardly on a dish towel.
“I’m so sorry, this is not how I imagined our first date going,” Amanda is so visibly embarrassed, but Angela finds it kind of endearing.
“It’s okay, it happens,” she motions for Amanda to follow her, “C’mere, I think I have some bleach around here somewhere.”
Down the hallway, Angela pushes the wooden slat doors to her laundry unit open. She stands on her tip-toes to reach the bottle of bleach on the top shelf, almost toppling over in the process. Amanda wraps her arms around Angela’s waist to steady her.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” Angela holds out her hand, “Give it here.”
“What?”
“Your shirt. How else are we going to get the stain out.”
Amanda blinks, “You want me to strip?”
“Don’t get shy on me now,” Angela rolls her eyes, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Unbelievable,” scoffs Amanda. In one smooth motion, she deftly pulls her top over her head and drops it into the washing machine, leaving her clad in a white lace bra. Angela swallows hard.
“Look who’s shy now,” preening at the way Angela’s eyes scan over her body.
“Shut up,” Angela shoots back, but her words come out more breathy than she intended.
“As much as I’m enjoying this, I’m going to freeze without a shirt. Got anything I can borrow?”
“Borrow? No. But to keep? I might have a few options.”
“Keep?”
Angela ducks into her room leaving Amanda leaning against the doorway, watching as she digs through her drawers. She pulls out a bright blue t-shirt with the letters “UCLA” front and center.
“It’s only fair,” explains Angela, tossing it to Amanda, “A Bruin for a Bruin.”
Amanda laughs as she pulls the t-shit on, “How long has that joke been sitting in the driveway?”
“I just thought of it, I swear!”
“Sure you did,” Amanda teases.
Angela tugs at her arm, pulling them back towards the kitchen, “C’mon, there's a bolognese with our names on it!”
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creamflix · 1 day ago
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nanami kento x reader; established relationship. mentions of gojo's version, but can be read without context. lots of fluff. mentions of makeup #boyfriendmaterial men!! — masterlist here ☆ part one (choso ver.) ☆ part two (sukuna ver.) ☆ part three (gojo ver.)
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nanami leans against the doorframe, watching you with an almost serene expression as you sit at your dresser, expertly applying your makeup in front of the mirror. there’s a quiet comfort in the way you focus, blending eyeshadow with practiced ease, the little smile on your face reflecting a sense of contentment. he’s always understood the importance of makeup, recognizing that it doesn’t imply anyone feels ugly; it’s simply a way to accentuate features and express oneself.
but as he takes in the scene, his gaze drifts over to your collection of products. he notices a few are running low, the telltale signs of well-loved items clearly visible. you’ve always been the type to use every last drop of product, refusing to waste anything, and while he appreciates that about you, it’s a bit silly to him. why not just get a new one?
with that thought lingering, kento decides it’s time to take action. he wants to surprise you by restocking your essentials, but in a moment of weakness, he makes the mistake of texting gojo for advice.
you [5:43 pm]: hello, i need help finding some makeup for my partner. what is a good brand for foundation and mascara?
he types, his brow furrowing slightly at the thought of gojo’s inevitable over-the-top responses.
the moment he sends it, he’s hit with a wave of regret. gojo has a knack for turning the simplest requests into something absurd. as he stands there waiting, he can only imagine what sort of nonsense his friend will come up with.
a few minutes later, his phone buzzes with gojo’s reply.
gojo s. [5:45pm]: foundation? go for estée lauder’s double wear 😩 and for mascara, you can’t go wrong with too faced’s better than sex. but if you REALLY wanna impress her, just get her everything from THAT brand, like, TWO of each product. she’ll love it! 😼
kento sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “two of each product? seriously?” he mumbles under his breath, shaking his head. he can already picture your reaction —half amused, half exasperated.
instead of going along with gojo’s suggestion to buy two of everything, nanami kento took a different approach. he spent hours researching the best makeup products and brands, delving into the intricacies of formulas and properties. he even installed tiktok, scrolling through countless makeup reviews and tutorials to understand what would be perfect for you.
“okay, so for lip gloss, the fenty beauty gloss bomb has been getting good reviews,” he muttered to himself as he jotted down notes. “and the buxom full-on plumping lip cream is supposed to be really hydrating...” he paused, watching a video where a makeup enthusiast demonstrated the glossy finish of a particular product. “looks like it’s a fan favorite for a reason.”
he made sure to take notes on everything, carefully considering different products for foundations, blushes, and eyeshadows, ensuring he understood why they were popular and what made them special. lightweight, buildable coverage, long-lasting formula... he thought, his brows furrowing in concentration as he wanted to get this right for you.
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one late afternoon, as he was flipping through a few more reviews, he heard you rummaging through your drawers in the other room. “kento! i think i ran out of lip gloss!” you called out, a hint of frustration in your voice.
your voice broke his concentration, and he set his phone down, heading towards your shared bedroom with a slight frown. he found you peering into your makeup drawer, hopeful to find a sample or a tester that would save the day.
before you could continue your search, kento stepped into the room, placing a neatly packed sephora bag on the dresser with a soft thud. “here,” he said, trying to hide his smile as he watched your expression shift from annoyance to curiosity.
you blinked at him, tilting your head. “what’s this?”
“it’s a little something i picked up for you,” he replied, crossing his arms, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “i did some research and thought you might like what’s inside.”
with a hint of disbelief, you approached the bag and pulled it open, your eyes widening as you began to sift through the contents. “no way! kento, you got me fenty lip gloss?”
“yeah, and a few others,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice. “i thought you might enjoy trying out some new products.”
you grinned, your frustration forgotten as you pulled out the glossy tubes, practically vibrating with excitement. “this is amazing! you didn’t have to go all out like this.”
“i wanted to,” he replied, watching you closely. “i know how much you love makeup, and it’s nice to see you enjoying it.”
as you examined the glosses, you noticed a familiar name on one of the boxes — “and you even got the buxom one! how did you know?”
he shrugged, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “let’s just say i’ve done my homework. gojo’s suggestion to buy two of everything wasn’t quite the direction i wanted to go, so...”
you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. “you actually got tiktok to research? that’s dedication, kento.”
“i just wanted to make sure you’d love it,” he said, his voice softening as he stepped closer. “and besides, it was surprisingly interesting.”
your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness, and you couldn’t help but lean up to peck his cheek. “thank you. this means a lot.”
“just don’t forget to share the gloss when you run out,” he teased, and you both chuckled, knowing you’d never let it get that far.
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last-lorekeeper · 2 days ago
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Hello everyone. Since it seems like some people have difficulty identifying fruit, I've taken it upon myself to do what I do best and educate the masses. Welcome to...
ZINNIA'S GUIDE TO COMMON FRUITS
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Apple: Apples are round red/green/yellow fruits with a bottom that looks kinda like a butt with four cheeks. Granny Smith Apples are the best Apples, all other Apples are inferior.
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Blueberries: Blueberries are small, round, blue fruits. Except they're also kind of purple-ish. I relate to blueberries because I, too, like to tell lies about myself.
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Raspberries: Kinda sour, don't actually make you rasp, in fact you don't even pronounce the "p," you can find em all over the place in the wild. Not to be confused with Razz Berries.
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Blackberries: The Raspberry's evil twin. I hate these fuckers.
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Orange: Fun fact: the word Orange comes from the fruit, not the other way around. I swear this is actually true, look it up if you don't believe me. Oranges don't really make sense. Apples you eat their clothes, but Oranges you don't. What's the deal?
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Lemons: Like sour, yellow, deformed Oranges. Life gives them to you. I don't want them, though! I'm gonna make combustible lemons and burn life's house down!
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Limes: Green, less sexy lemons.
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Grapes: Small ovular fruits that taste sweet and grow in bunches. Some are green, some are purple. You can make "grape juice" out of them.
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Grapefruits: Even more of a liar than blueberries, Grapefruits share nothing in common with grapes. They're much closer to oranges, though they're bigger and taste different. To eat them you've gotta cut em in half and scoop out the guts with a special spoon. I fucking love these things. Favorite fruit hands down. Especially with sugar.
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Pears: Apples but worse.
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Bananas: Long, yellow, curved fruit. Like a boomerang. Used in dick jokes by uncreative dudebros who've never had an original thought in their life. Honestly, not really a fan of these.
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dadattebayo · 4 hours ago
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So today I bumped on this post and wanted to share some thoughts on the subject, but the account I reblogged it from seems to be off now so I lost my post and no one sees it. Still want to keep it, so...
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Sorry, with all respect, but I just don’t get it. Like … WHY should we stop asking them about the thing they actually play? What exactly so bad happens to them if we do? By the thing I mean Haladriel as a ship. They play it. Literally.
Come one, it's obvious the show itself launched the ship. Intentionally, using all classic cinematic tools to make the exact romantic subtext visible to the audience (like gestures, poses, camera angles, looks eyes to eyes, sensual whisper) so we could definitely read it as romantic even if they refuse to confirm it openly. (Due to the possible unhinged reaction of the lorebros, I’m sure) So basically the show implied romance between them from the beginning, and now since they are stepping back, we just have to be ashamed to ask questions? Surely the actors give more interviews then the showrunners, because they are the faces of the characters, their representatives, they could give you the insight no one else could give since they play it and are the most involved in their personalities and emotions. They should be able to explain their motives and thoughts. This is how the acting craft works, they must FEEL the character. This is why for fans, hearing actors discuss a ship is like hearing the characters discuss their own feelings.
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See what I mean? Typical romantic cinematic hint.
So again why shouldn't we ask them? why not let the actors talk about their interpretation? Miriel and Elendil's actors shouldn't be asked about them too, or it only concerns Morfydd and Charlie for some reason?
For god sake we all know the ship is doomed, there will be no future, but still the show revolves around them, even in the end of s2 he still mentioned she's his queen. But there was not enough interaction, mostly ambiguous one that we have to explain and develop ourselves, so why should we be deprived as well of their vision and of any extra detail we would like to know from the first hands? | don't feel like it.
And I think people just need to stop decide for the actors how they feel and being overprotective over literally nothing. Shipping is a part of any fan culture. And the actors are not made of glass, they actually are even supposed to speak out. Once again: the show presented and developed the ship. The actors play the characters of this ship. They play the feelings we all see. They are aware of the subtext. They do not feel ashamed to play it. They are not ashamed to play those characters. So we don't have to be ashamed to want to know more about what they play, what they mean and what is their vision on it. There is no harm being caused.
I actually miss good all days when the actors were not considered this sensitive. like for example during the promotion of the X-MEN both Mcavoy and Fassbender got unstoppably asked like million questions about their MAGNETO/XAVIER (Cherik) ship, they were shown fanarts and fanfics, even the explicit ones, they even had to read out loud some about themselves (yeah-yeah, not their characters, but specifically real-person ship aka FassAvoy). No one got offended. One can say they even encouraged it. Homosexual ship. McAvoy was married at that time. Still they were goofing around, touching each other and hugging all the time, talking about their character bromance and generally spreading fanservice all over the fandom. They were having fun alongside with the fans. This was gold.
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By the way the same story with their characters: they are a protagonist and a villain , two opposites with sort of cosmic connection, they just won’t let each other go peacefully. There is love, hate, friendship, rivalry and pain. Some fans see them as a friends/foes, shippers like me see them as lovers. This ship is giant, and thank for the actors interaction and involvement into the fandom it just got deeper and much more exciting.
Highly recommended to explore.
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Remind you of something? 🙃
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isagrimorie · 3 days ago
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Really great Kathryn Hahn interview!
Some great quotes:
If I look at the book of my life, [Agatha]'s like on the spine — I'm hoping in the middle.
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It’s remarkable, really, how Hahn carries herself completely differently, seeming to have the mannerisms woven into her DNA. Hahn credits the comics with helping her develop this. “Traditionally, she's shown much older with this fabulous gray hair up, this Edwardian look with the corset, and there's hardly any skin showing. That's my favorite Agatha,” Hahn gushes. “There are definitely Agathas in which she’s in the bustier with just a strip of gray, which is fantastic, but I love the Agatha that's very 'from another era.'”
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Hahn also shouts out her movement coach, whom Elizabeth Olsen originally hooked her up with back on WandaVision to help differentiate their magical hand movements (“her is chaos magic; mine was learned — it was important for us to develop our own vocabulary”)
I LOVE, love how Kathryn Hahn put emphasis on Agatha being more of a 'Wizard' (DND 5e) flavored Witch. Agatha loves Magick (with a K) and the craft of it. She treats Magick like a scientist/academic.
It makes me go back to what Agatha was accused of, in the first place. Learning Magick Above Her Station.
It's very informative because it tells me that her mother and coven forbade her from learning anything above the fundamentals of Magick.
And, she's never filled up that gaping hole her original coven left her.
On a more personal note, however, the purple coat we see in Agatha All Along holds a special place in her heart. “That coat was made with so much love by so many hands, and you could feel it when you put it on — how many hands were on it, how much power was in this garment. There were hand-drawn runes on the silk on the inside — protection ruins. It really did feel like a sacred garment.” Viewers will often see Agatha dramatically flipping the coat like a cape as she turns, which is no accident. “That was definitely for Daniel and for those amazing seamstresses that worked on it,” Hahn admits. “I was like, ‘I gotta give him a twirl because this is too good.’”
Shout out to our beloved purple coat! I hope Agatha gets to retrieve it! Also, I would love to see the inside of her coat! It sounds lovely!
Kathryn Hahn: “There's big, big feelings and big stakes already in there. I understood her bravado and her masking and her layers on top of it — her shell that's centuries old. Who can get in there, and who can't, and why? It's kind of like the spell at the beginning of the show. It feels like she's underneath her own protection spell.”
I love how Hahn put it-- Agatha is under her own protection spell!
While Hahn and Plaza didn’t hang out much, they sent each other poems and songs relating to their characters to prepare. When I press for details, Hahn pulls up the top of her shirt to cover her mouth. “There’s a lot… maybe we'll have to come out with some of those songs and some of that playlist. There definitely was one between us and the producer that we kept adding to as the show went on. Maybe one day we'll have to.” She tugs on her collar, fanning herself. “I'm getting sweaty thinking about it because I don't want to spill anything, but there are some really fab songs.”
She might not be able to reveal much about that just yet, but she does share a funny anecdote about talking to Plaza regarding a film that's not on their character mood boards. “I remember once, I was like, ‘Have you seen Fire of Love, that documentary about the two volcanologists?’ I remember she said she was looking at it and trying to find clues, and I was like, “Oh, no — I just thought it was a good movie,” she says with a laugh.
I love that in between making their character histories together, they have this funny anecdote.
 Considering Agatha is 350 years old, I’m curious as to what Hahn thinks she listens to. She ponders this thoughtfully. “I think she loves a really long Wagner,” she finally decides. “A long opera. And then, I think that she also loves a pop song. I think she would love a rave. I think she would be really fun to dance with — she would definitely be dancing by herself, though. And I think that she loves a chant. She loves old little ditties that mean something to maybe some old guys, but she's kind of taken them over and made them her own. And I think she loves anything that's practical — any sort of wailing in the woods with a fire going. I think she would love Eurovision. I think Eurovision, she would be in the front row.”
Of course, Agatha's a fan of Opera and Eurovision. Love that for her!
She’s excited for eagle-eyed fans to try and spot it — along with all of the details that will become meaningful after the entire show is out. “Agnes' house was so witchy, and there are so many Easter eggs in there. I can't wait for people to see that again after watching the whole show. There are so many little things that pay off later.”
What this tells me, is we should comb through Agatha's house and see the clues that might pop up!
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We can't act totally reckless here! This is a risky mission for a pair of amateurs. They needed to consult highly-trained and experienced professionals. Luckily, THE iconic duo from the S.I.M.S. Agency took time out of their schedule to share their wisdom. Yay!!!!! Thank you so much @ruthplaysthesims for letting me borrow Carlos and Tyson! 💞💞💞 Look at them!!!
One phone call later...
DULCE: I’m confused. You know actual real-life secret agents???
ANTONIO: Yes, but you have to promise to not tell anybody. Not one soul. Except for Cosi.
DULCE: I do promise!!! But how do you know them? Aren’t they supposed to be... well, secret?
ANTONIO: A while back, I assisted them with some legal matters. They said they “owe me one,” so I am redeeming that help now.
CARLOS: Hey, what’s up?
TYSON: It’s been a minute, man!
CARLOS: This is the client sworn to secrecy, right?
DULCE: YES!!!! Obviously I’ve never heard of you two before, but I’m still very much a huge fan!!! I won’t say anything.
ANTONIO: I would’ve preferred you did this mission for us since it’s a dire situation, but I know you are very busy.
TYSON: We could tell it was urgent from the phone call earlier. That Leslie Caruso guy sounds repulsive. You sure you don’t want us to swoop in and take care of him?
CARLOS: He’s joking...
TYSON: Am I?
ANTONIO: We’re sure. All I’m asking for is advice. We need to go to the party in disguise and retrieve the notebook.
TYSON: That’s a good start with the disguises.
CARLOS: When you arrive at the scene, you’re not “Antonio” or “Dulce” anymore. You must fully embrace your new identities.
TYSON: Confidence will take you far. If you act with assurance, people will believe it.
ANTONIO: You got that? Daniela told me about your last attempt at disguising yourself at the coffee shop.
DULCE: Shhhh! I’m learning here.
CARLOS: Furthermore, keep your story simple if you run into anybody. Don’t overexplain.
TYSON: That can make you look suspicious immediately. Also, try to “speak their language.” Mirror them if you can.
ANTONIO: Keep that in mind too, Ms. Alegría.
DULCE: What if we get stuck and don’t know what to say?
CARLOS: Earpieces. Maybe get another person involved in this mission. Again, don’t tell them about us, please.
DULCE: Understood! Any last tips?
TYSON: Hmm...
TYSON: If things go wrong, don’t hesitate to abandon the mission. Leave the notebook and stay safe. If you do retrieve the notebook, don’t stick around. Head straight to the exit and don’t look back.
CARLOS: And work together as a team. You have to rely on and trust each other wholeheartedly. An unsteady team can easily jeopardize the mission.
DULCE: Thank you! These are the things they don’t cover in the spy movies!
TYSON: We’re happy to help.
CARLOS: Good luck.
TYSON: Let us know if you need anything else.
ANTONIO: We appreciate it immensely.
DULCE: Bye!!!
DULCE: [Whispers] I love you guys.
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[flufftober day 29, wc: 595] - irl twilight : p. sohyun & z. xinyu
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VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES, ah yes, the cliché that every stereotypical fantasy horror-romance story has… except, you don’t know why your company took you, sohyun, and xinyu to fulfill those roles—sohyun being the werewolf, xinyu being the vampire, and you, the beautiful female lead which has attracted both of the supernatural beings.
it’s supposed to be a photoshoot, something for a special halloween event that you three got voted for in a gravity for some reason, but these two are seriously getting on your nerves.
“take five!” the director calls, the two girls beside you still not breaking their fiery gazes. 
your shoulders slump, and you sigh, “you know you guys don’t have to actually fight over me, right?”
“we’re merely playing into our roles,” xinyu chirps, wrapping a protective arm around your waist, “right, sohyun?”
the short-haired girl (aka werewolf) hesitates for a moment, glancing at xinyu’s hand, “...yeah.”
“i know sohyun’s representative animal is a wolf, but i feel like you two should switch roles. the personalities are kind of off,” you remark, peeling the possessive arm away from your body and making your way to the refreshment tables. the two girls trail behind you, acting as if they were your shadows.
you can hear them fighting with each other behind you as you take a sip of ice-cold  water, soothing the heated nerves in your throat. but it’s too much of a bother and too much effort to break them up, because the second you turn away they’ll just start again—like just now.
when you turn around, they face away from each other like they did nothing wrong. “i can literally feel you pinching each other from here, what are you even fighting over?”
the ‘vampire’ smirks, and the ‘werewolf’ grimaces. “you.”
you can only shake your head and head back to the set, nodding at the director. 
“okay, y/n i want you to sit in that chair, and then sohyun and xinyu behind you.”
the three of you follow the instructions, and of course the girls’ hands land on your shoulders. the grip intensifies after they share a pointed look. 
the director hums, before calling out again, “actually, i want sohyun resting her head on y/n’s lap, is that fine?”
you turn your head to see what’s going to happen, and xinyu side-eyes sohyun, who quirks the corner of her lip up like an unspoken, ‘ha. i win,’ before smiling fully at you. 
her head falls neatly onto your lap, her lower body resting on the floor in an elegant manner, and xinyu’s hand moves to have her nail gently brush against your neck. her doe eyes are trained on you, whereas you’re staring dreamily at the camera, and sohyun’s sharp gaze is also directed at you.
“perfect, perfect! this is more than enough, combined with the pictures from earlier, thank you girls!”
well, the photoshoot is over. but neither xinyu nor sohyun are making a move to detach themselves from you. instead, the ‘vampire’ leans down, breath fanning your ear and sending shivers down your spine, and whispers a message into your ear, sohyun not hearing the words she delivered to you.
not that it really matters, because the ‘werewolf’ stands up abruptly and takes your hand to lead you out of the building while pulling off the stupid wolf ears off of her head. 
“hey!” xinyu shouts after you two, “heyy!”
“ignore her,” sohyun whispers, whisking you away to the car before the other girl can even think about catching up, “i’m the one you’ll choose, right?”
“um…”
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flufftober masterlist!
a/n : hmm...
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detailtilted · 2 days ago
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NEW Enhanced Edition - CHICON 2010 - Mishalecki Breakfast Panel
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My latest video is up! This is a rare U.S. Jared and Misha panel. They have a fun dynamic with Jared's playful humor and Misha's dry sarcasm. If you haven't seen my posts before and want more details about what I'm doing, see the bottom of the post.
92% of the footage came from the video AgtSpooky sent me. It was already on YouTube, but not properly credited to her. Most of the audio came from a different source, and I used a few other sources to fill in small sections of both video and audio. All sources are credited in my video description.
Video Quality Notes
As usual, the breakfast video quality is lower than the main panels. AgtSpooky's video came out the best and clearest overall, but the quality does fluctuate. She also had a more sideways angle, so we don't always have a clear view of their faces depending on which direction they're facing. The other videos with a more direct view were usually quite blurry, so I mostly stuck with AgtSpooky's because I thought her clearer profile view offered better visibility than a blurry direct view. There were a couple short clips with good quality and a direct view, and I cut to those when I could.
The main panels have much better quality and a more direct view, so my next set of videos will look better.
Subtitles
Many of you know that I subtitle Jared and Jensen in red and blue because those were their mark tape colors on the set of Supernatural. When I tried to find Misha's mark tape color, I found this post which has photos indicating it was probably yellow.
I've used yellow to represent the fans at the mic during the main panels since I started this project. At the time, I hadn't thought ahead to the likelihood that I'd eventually subtitle Misha too. Since my YouTube statistics show that nearly half my viewers watch with the subtitles turned on, I don't want to cause confusion by switching up my colors after all this time.
I did want to give Misha's color some symbolism that fans would likely recognize though, so I subtitled him with orange in honor of his apparent penchant for wearing orange underwear.
This video was more difficult to subtitle than most I've worked on so far, so you may see more than the usual dreaded [inaudible].
What's Next
I've started working on the main panel from this same convention. It starts off as a solo Misha panel, then it becomes another Mishalecki panel, then it becomes a J2M panel. I plan to split them up into 3 videos, the same way I treated the Jared/Jensen/J2 panels that ran one-after-the-other at other conventions. This will keep them a more manageable length so that it won't take me an eternity to publish a new one, and it allows people to more easily watch just the video(s) with the actor(s) they're interested in.
Although my project is more focused on Jared and Jensen, I do plan to do the solo Misha panel. I had promised a while back that I'd probably do Misha's solo panels if I happened to have any good-quality, mostly-complete videos of his panel that I could use at the time I was working on other videos from the same convention. That probably won't happen often, but in this case I have a video like that from AgtSpooky.
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A recap for anyone not familiar with this project…
In December 2023, I started this project to enhance old convention videos. I'm upscaling the videos and making other visual improvements, adding extra content to clarify various references, and adding human-generated, color-coded subtitles so you can better understand the sometimes-chaotic audio. The subtitles can be auto-translated to other languages via YouTube.
My goal is to publish the best, most complete, and most watchable versions of these older convention panels yet seen, but this is only possible thanks to the fans who captured the footage in the first place and were generous enough to share it with other fans. My video descriptions on YouTube will always credit my sources.
If you have any old convention videos you'd be willing to contribute to this project, please message me! I can also be reached at [email protected]. Even if your videos are on YouTube, the original files, if you still have them, may upscale much better. If I can get them to upscale, I'd happily send the upscaled files back to you for your own collection whether I use them or not.
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I don't really have many friends to talk about this theory with, so I'm just typing to get this out of my head !!
I've seen a post bring up a point of how the HH team is pushing Alastor is an asexual and on the spectrum a lot, and there's a theory that, that may hint to something romantic happening in the show? I've seen others be like Lilith, Luci, or Rosie, but tbh idk think it's either of those three. Rosie seems more platonic, I think it's cute but I doubt it romantic, the other two according to Vivzie are in love.
For Vox, I feel like something romantic happened in the past which means = complicated, maybe one sided?
If it's actually something they're doing, it's probably Charlie. Maybe like a love triangle thingy?
Also If Alastor helped Vox in the past, maybe there's parallels between Vox and Charlie? 🤔
Back on the relationship bit, I've seen theories, hints and the things Viv personally put out that sort of hint to Charlastor or maybe I'm delusional.
Alastor seems to have a thing for blondes from Zoophobia, if Viv is keeping some of his lore. But that's sort of broad.
Charlie likes someone dark and mysterious, he does basically anything for her without needing to and don't really mind if she touches him, hold his microphone, and he pretty much climbs over her like a tree, Charlie defends him from her own family, friends, girlfriend, etc and they both share the same sense of humor. I think the real telling will be if Seviathan ever gets introduced. maybe.
The voice actors/team I noticed are.... very quiet about Charlastor, aside from showing prints. But sometimes open about RadioApple, Huskerdust, etc and apparently I saw a post that allegedly Charlie's voice actor ships Charlastor too, according to a fan. 🤔 Of course the whole 'tension bit' too
Idk I feel like, if it's something that's going to happen maybe they don't want it getting out or spoiling a season or episode. Idr think Charlastor fans drawing art on Viv's birthday, etc would stop that. But I am scared of the reaction of it was something planned
I just know though if Charlie was a guy, the ship wouldn't get much backlash/hate and be recognized as Al has a crush and toxic yaoi. Idk The way how Alastor acts towards Charlie is how villains act when they have a crush/"interested"/etc, they are very touchy/feely
Okay those was my thoughts, I had to get out !!
Firstly my sweet nonny consider this my official invitation to join me and other feral shippers in my charlastor discord. We'd love to have someone else to theorize with.
Second you've hit every nail on the head. We definitely know Vox and Alastor have a history of vague information but definite vibes. Look, there's no straight explanation for the amount of hatred Vox harbors towards Alastor. This has jilted suitor all over it. As for Alastor's feelings on the subject, well that's more complicated now isn't it? The few things we do know concerning Alastor's interpersonal stuff is that he hates 1. Men 2. Being touched without his explicit consent, and possibly 3. Being captured on film or video. In the dartboard we do see Alastor in a more relaxed posture as he stands next to whom we can only assume is Vox. Now, Alastor demonstrating that level of comfort speaks to how much trust he has in the person he's standing next to. And if Vox caught feelings and was rejected everything we know about his character seems to indicate he went full "Well who would want you anyways?" And when Alastor continued to go on within his afterlife completely unbothered it only irritated Vox even more.
Charlie would be the only glaring weak point Alastor has. While he may remain unaffected on the outside the fact that he's choosing to help out with the hotel at all is bad, as is the fact that it's run by the devil's little princess. And as a fellow overlord Vox knows the sheer amount of power and prestige Alastor could gain by making some sort of a deal with Charlie. The goal is also his weakness is the logic there. It's only natural Vox would try to get in between Alastor and Charlie as a way to tick off Alastor. In canon I'm not entirely sure how vaggie would react, since even if Charlie did ditch al for vox it would be trading one unscrupulous overlord for the other. (Ask me about vaggie sometime I can promise you I have a LOT of thoughts on how dirty she was done). In a weird way I ship radiobelle static? Perhaps more like radiobelle silence; where vox tried to woo Charlie just as a means of beating Alastor only to oops catch feelings just like the radio demon did. Charlie and al in that scenario also become a couple while vox becomes the third wheeliest third wheel to ever ignore the mood in the room.
As for the in canon dynamic, they're not setting up nothing. Alastor literally makes deer mating noises around her, those soft little squeaky toy noises? Yeah, that's deer mating sounds. Shes his exception, even if it never becomes canon in a romantic sense Charlie is going to become his most important person. Alastor liking blondes did carry over, I refuse to believe Rosie isn't an icy blonde, she's a blonde, so is Mimzy, and now Charlie. Maybe it's an asthetic thing, then again I believe the 20s focused a lot on blondes as glamorous and beautiful so that might have something to do with it. Anyways, Charlie's ideal man was once that sound bite from a sitcom where she describes the phantom of the opera, Viv has stated that Charlie and alastor's shared sense of humor is lonely island's Mona Lisa song. There is so much between the two of them that just makes sense. And it's not like Viv hasn't showed us she has a thing for royal and lower class. Stolitz is endgame canon and Charlie and alastor's ranks are literally mirrored. I'm sorry but even as a fallen Angel Vaggie would rank higher than the average sinner in terms of hierarchy.
My tinfoil hat theory is that it wasn't people who actually liked charlastor who harassed Viv to make it canon. It was antis, of course that would assume they're smart enough to employ this level of thinking. But, most normal fans (you know what I mean) wouldn't harass a creator because we know basic fandom ettiquite. Now what group of fans do we know has no problem harassing fans, actors, and literal showrunners to get their way? Again, this is me conspiracy boarding don't take it seriously.
I think the actors are just that; actors. Is it nice to know they share our ship? Sure, but it's not going to make me stop shipping it if they say it makes them uncomfortable. Art from artist and all that. We know Amir ships Charchar, which I now take to be pilot Charlie/show Charlie because it's funny. I know Erika once allegedly said something about royal Apple not knowing it was charcifer but that's it as far as her ships go. But I mean... come on, look at the promotional art of these two, they just fit. Charlastor was supposed to be an element of the story because Viv wanted to explore Charlie's bisexuality on screen by having her have crushes on men and women, including Alastor, but ultimately end up with a girl. But can you imagine the tension of Charlie trying to be professional if that had been the case? Delicious.
Also, let's be real, we do know how popular charlastor would be if it was gay because it's already the most vocally popular non canon ship. Radioapple is just gay charlastor and no I will not be taking any arguments about it. Charlie and Lucifer look the same, have the same awkward tendencies, the same sort of power appeal for someone like Alastor, etc. Charlie is very much her father's daughter. You can't even have an announcement about Chaggie merch without them whining in the comments about when they'll get their merch, the radioapple title got removed from the streamily print and they acted like they were the most abused and targeted part of the fandom when in reality they're the most toxic and vindictive.
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Charlastor; we were talking about charlastor. Truth be told nonny I know a thing or two about narrative construction. Charlie and Alastor are the main characters, they're the most important narratively out of the core six. Their diametrically opposed views on redemption are a driving through line. Alastor now having to admit that it is possible to redeem a demon even though we have no concrete evidence of what Pentious did so that Charlie can replicate the success is an interesting concept to open season 2 with at the very least.
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highlights from the dropout anthony padilla/courtney miller interview! (aka things i liked or didnt know)
ally IMMEDIATELY kicking us off by introducing themselves as vic michaelis and dabbing so softly
ally ALSO IMMEDIATELY kicking us off by calmly answering the 'tell us about yourself' question with "ive been testing positive for covid for about 3 weeks now" "is that true?" "of COURSE NOT OH MY GOD??"
ally calls the covid vaccine the "Fauci-ouchie"
its been 1 minute into the video
VIC LYING ABOUT THEIR FAVORITE COLOR FOR NO REASON
its been TWO minutes into the video
ALLY HIJACKING HER ATTEMPT TO ASK AGAIN BY MOVING ONTO THE TRANSITION THEMSELF
ok we're locking in locking in
everyone needs to hear the ally wrongpile beardsley story at least once <3
vic was 100% in on sam's vision for dropout and ally COULD not have been more full of doubt.
all of them saying a contemplative 'ooooo' when asked if they miss sketches and then a beat afterwards vic immediately bursting out with 'sketch is dead i hate sketch. anyway-"
IFY MOO DENG MENTION
ify talking about how close and interconnected the cast is and was off screen since way back
"noo c'mon c'mon those are those pale clammy little hands i love so much 🥺" "theyre DRY AS A BONE"
vic's "I just dont ever think that anyone is thinking about me. like i am thinking about myself 100% more than anyone else is thinking about me"
vic thought it was crazy when they got asked to host VIP because she felt too new for it despite having a lot of experience
ally thinks its funny to make each other do the thing theyre known for but also they agree brennan is just that analytical about every topic and birds are not special KHADGKASJDF
vic and ify enthusiastically agreeing with the above LMAO
vic plays a character of herself while ify performs very close to his actual self
'is the broke comedian bit real' all of them immediately exaggeratedly laughing and looking away and going NOOO WE'RE FINEEE WE'RE FINEEE
ally's analogy of watering a plant that has been dead for a long time and how they might be doing good but the water has a lot of past cracks to fill in which i dont know enough about plants to tell if this is an accurate analogy but its an effective one
money-wise, the tide has turned for the better for them in the last few years 🥺
dropout did profit-share last year! vic cried 🥺
ify "i was there when youtube was created by a couple of guys" GOOGLE HOW OLD IS YOUTUBE. ONLY 19??????
ally needing clarification on if he was actually THERE when it was created or not
ify talking about how more people in the industry are recognizing him FROM dropout things
THE EDITORS ACTUALLY USING THE CLIP OF ALLY'S DAB AS A TRANSITION
vic "10 years ago if you told me i could actually make money from doing improv and my reaction was anything other than 'holy shit thats incredible' i would like murder myself. i would throw myself into a trash can"
immediate no's on "do you feel like you have to share your personal lives on camera" because they just like oversharing
"oh you grew up mormon too?" "no but i just LOVE 💞🥰 the mormons"
"studio CE shoutout. dont shout them out actually. well, you can if you want to."
some great takes on parasocial relationships
ify thinks his audience are the kinky poly folks. can we get a shout from the kinky poly folks!
ify pointing right at the camera and saying "IF you are at a sex party and i introduce myself as IFY do NOT give me your fake stage name. you are saying my REAL GOVERNMENT name here"
ally bringing up chappell roan in the parasocial relationships discussion yoooo
ify doing a voice imitation of his uncle suggesting he do jokes for a relative's graduation KHAGKAJKAKJDFSD
the horror on all their faces when courtney says they're lucky that fans dont ask them to do something funny in public when they meet them
grilled cheese scale: ify's are solid. ally is a good cook but they're allergic to bread, vic inconclusive
vic loves the joke of being called vehicular and would change their government name to it even LMAO
izzy roland shoutout!!!!!
ify's sex dungeon would also be where he paints warhammer minis.
"what is your favorite thing that he did" "...anthony?" "yeah" "th. this? this channel? this right here?"
SZA talked about ify on VIP in a variety article???
SZA INTENTIONALLY DRESSED UP LIKE IFY WAS ON VIP?????
this is like the first time i saw mxmtoon commented on zac's instagram except magnified by a hundred
"Grimes if you're watching this, slide into the DMs"
ally fanning themselves going "thats actually too hot i simply need to go" hearing that lana del rey graduated studying philosophy with an emphasis in metaphysics
everyone at this table ships ally beardsley and lana del rey
nice to know ify and em are still together!
"do you consider yourself an angel of death? i consider myself an angel of death for network television" vic talking about how theyve been on SO many second-to-last episodes of shows that were canceled 😭
Super fun and insightful!!!! we dont get to see these three vibe together much on screen 🥺 video under cut!
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bogkeep · 1 day ago
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i remember the shift, when i went from being "some random kid online who likes to draw" to "popular fanartist within a small community". it was on the fan forum for a webcomic nearly a decade ago. i had been posting my art on tumblr for a couple years already, usually getting between 0 and 15 notes on each, with a couple exceptions here and there. as you can probably imagine, being an awkward queer and autistic teen had never made me feel particularly popular before. i wasn't really lonely, personally, though many of my peers are and were, but the idea of many people actively wanting to be my friend and thinking i was genuinely cool - that was incredibly novel.
i have always loved getting attention for my work and find people interested in what i have to say. like, who doesn't? it was a very fulfilling and inspiring experience when it started happening to me on a regular basis, to the point where i could expect it. i went from being constantly apologetic about how annoying i imagined myself to be to others, to feeling confident that at least some people were excited to have me around. absolutely revolutionary to realize that people weren't just pretending to like me, they liked me for realsies, and that putting myself out there and being sincere and genuine in my enthusiasm and interest was actually a positive trait many people valued. wild!!!!!!!!
when you come from a place like that, of course you try to be everyone's friend. that's the scarcity mindset. you have to hold on to every friendship ever offered to you because it's such a rare and precious thing and you don't know when or even if it might happen again. but if you get Popular, well, at some point you learn that you can only nurture so many friendships at once, and that you can't click with everyone. like, it only makes sense. but it sucks!! learning the necessity of rejecting people and letting them down is a harrowing journey, but one that must be made.
there's many deeply lonely people out there, especially online, a space of Connection. connections to other people are so good and necessary and being lonely is an awful thing to be. this means there's a lot of people who can't even imagine not wanting more friends, let alone not be constantly looking for some. it's always a bit of a tragedy when a Very Lonely Person tries to attach themselves to someone Socially Overencumbered, as that's highly unlikely to end satisfyingly for anyone involved.
anyway, i think capital f Fame is like that, but times a hundred thousand. it's deeply fascinating to me how Fame is treated as this deeply aspirational state when it's proven again and again to be a cruel and abusive mistress. like, i understand - don't we all want some attention, some validation, for someone to recognise us on the street with stars in their eyes, like OH you're the COOL PERSON who did the COOL THING and i want nothing more than a HUG and a SELFIE and also i made you this HAND MADE GIFT and PAINTED A PORTRAIT OF YOU... that's the dream, isn't it!! to be recognized for your skill, to be admired, desired! THAT'S WHAT EVERYONE WANTS, ISN'T IT.
but it isn't.
there's a limit to everything. there's a whole spectrum of Getting Attention and Validation between "literally everybody ignores you and everything you do" and "paparazzi follow you everywhere you go" - and i can promise that you can find a lot of fulfilment and joy on the lower end of that scale. it's difficult to explain sometimes, especially to people who get No Attention - it's like telling someone who is starving that the most expensive restaurant in town isn't really worth the hassle, a good affordable sandwich will make you so much happier, trust me. like maybe it's just personal preference and what i can personally tolerate! but i had merely a whiff, a crumb of what they serve at that place, and it's Not That Good. easy for me to say huh!!!!
i'm basically a nobody on the wider web, but i've still had my fair share of unpleasant stranger interactions both of the rude and overly familiar variations. i've been treated as a commodity rather than a person. i've been put on a pedestal and dragged through the mud by the same people. it kinda sucks!! and i don't want to tell people that they should never ever put themselves and their art out there because people might be cruel, because that shouldn't be the expectation! yet for some reason, it is!!!! people experiencing Fame have to deal with all kinds of inhumanely horrible things literally no human person is equipped to experience. many people say that's the price people pay for fame, but that's said by people who haven't experienced even a Fraction of the stochastic terrorism an Audience can do to you if they choose. not all attention is good attention.
i know none of this is a fresh new hot take. i know we all know stalking is unethical and traumatic. but i am still so fascinated by the divide between people who don't understand why anyone would reject any form of adoration and those who have to work very, very hard to keep their boundaries intact.
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So, I wanted to add maybe some ideas on how CD may act about gore considering his work, if that’s okay? My mom is a vet combat nurse and cardiac cath lab tech. She also worked part time as an autopsy tech. She’s see a lot of needles go into pretty much every part of the human body as well as some pretty gruesome injuries. Her reaction to movie gore is very interesting because she despises it, but not for the reason you’d think.
She thinks it’s usually presented over the top and goofy, so it doesn’t freak her out, but it does bring up memories for her that get her talking about certain things she’s seen. And when that happens, she needs to talk it through, even if it’s just in her own head. And it becomes a critique more of the scene via her experiences than actually absorbing what’s happening in the film. She often has to ask “what’s happening” afterwards because she just completely skipped the scene internally. It became about something else. So she avoids watching that type of media as much as possible.
I think a lot of people don’t expect this reaction from her, but you see it a lot in first responders & medical personnel. The trauma just peeks out, but they’ve become so desensitized that it manifests as some other way to avoid the actual issue, by focusing on the aesthetics of the issue. Anyways, I love my mom and hearing about her experiences. So, I just wanted to share that and see if it helps at all with how someone like CD would approach that type of media.
(PS, She wouldn’t be offended by me sharing this for TF headcanons either, don’t worry. She’s a huge Star Trek fan and related personally to a lot of McCoy fanfiction, so she’s very in to this type of stuff. 🤣)
Thanks for this thoughtful note! I should have clarified that I was talking more about Chromedome’s personality than his profession, though the two are inextricably linked. This is a super morbid guy who just can’t resist doing lobotomies on people, including himself. What you’re describing, though, is very real, and probably accurately captures how Prowl as a cop watches splatter films. Ratchet too. Many’s the time he’s ruined Drift and Rodimus’s Halloween movie marathons, pointing out the technical inaccuracy of a certain vivisection from the vantage of the hallway, where he’s been standing and watching for the past hour and a half, his thumbs looped in his belt.
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Just wanted to say how grateful I am to have artists, and content creators in general, like you in the fandom❤️ I like your portrayal to every character, the four stages concept is so interesting.❤️
It's a shame solmare never thought about going beyond showing a pair of horns and wings as a "demonic" form, the designs makes them look like they're wearing a halloween costume rather than being actual high ranked demons, and now with how their personalities have wattered down, they're just men with demon names.
That means a lot to me! I’m still surprised my designs are getting as much traction as they are when I first made them 2-3 years ago. Concept art is my profession so creating new ideas is what I love to do, even playing around with things that already exist.
I got into Obey me! originally because I did like the designs at first. The RAD uniform is great, and the characters “demon” outfits are also nicely designed, in my opinion. Everything feels it “goes together”. But I noticed as time went on and new events came out, the design choices were…interesting. Some of the costumes are just??? Like the color choices, the shapes??? Even now I’ll see some stuff and I’m like WHO IS DESIGNING THIS?? Now if you like it, that’s cool, it just ain’t for me. So, I’ll make content I do like and share it with others who might like it too!
I personally love horror and dark art, and monsters (obviously), and when I want demons, I want DEMONS. I want the story to be messy, tragic, and horrifying, but some humor to lighten it up, you know? If Obey me! had any of that I would still be playing. So as of now, I just have my own fan canon and story for it for fun.
I’m currently looking forward to the new game TouchStarved and hope it might be more what my taste is.
Also, I did get some attention from the official obey me twitter when I first uploaded the monster design of Leviathan. And that was super cool! But that also means that since they’ve seen it, it will most likely not happen, because I know some things can get messy if they start creating concept based on fanart. (I believe Tekken had some issues creating some characters because they kept seeing fanart of what they wanted to make but couldn’t, because of legal reasons). But then again, they could also make their own designs but uhhh…my expectations are not high. I’ve seen other artists create their own monster versions and the creativity is incredible. Sometimes fans make better content, honestly.
Thanks for sticking around and liking my stuff! I’ll keep making it if you guys keep liking it. 🙂‍↕️
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