#don't get me wrong im a fan i just am coming back to it now as an adult with a developed frontal lobe and um

[the-ocean-is-trans]

rewatching bones for the first time in like 13 years and this show is so fucking strange i somehow completely forgot? like not even talking about the premise which is wild in and of itself (why is the lab in the museum when they regularly deal with things that could destroy priceless artworks? how is brennan allowed to basically be an FBI agent?) but i forgot that hodgins and angela have sex in cleopatra's bed in art storage?? booth's therapist just randomly meets him in diners and and the lab and everywhere that's not a therapists office? it turns out brennan supports safe use sites and harm reduction in a show that is coming out of the war on drugs era, but we also get scenes of booth enacting police brutality on people for minor drug offenses? booth hallucinates a character from family guy and it turns out he has a brain tumor he needs removed immediately and then he falls into a coma where he dreams about impregnating and marrying brennan? despite the fact that booth and brennan are obviously very in love with each other, instead of getting together or even having sex, brennan just asks for booth's semen so that she can have his child and justifies it because i guess booth has good genes or something truly what a wild fucking ride. did i mention brennan's sweet intern becomes an apprentice to a serial killer?

[sematarygirls]

Living Dead Girl Pt. II — Patrick Hockstetter.

part one

pairing : patrick hockstetter x ghost!reader

summary : patrick gave into his urges and finally tested his morbid curiosities on prey much larger than just a cat or dog. little did he know his actions would come back to haunt him... literally.

warnings : patrick being a psychopath , animal cruelty , male masturbation , graphic descriptions of murder and suicide , reader being manipulative , degradation , sexual themes ,

word count : 4.5k words !

a/n : can't believe i'm finally posting this after a year and a half. also this is my first attempt at smut-ish so i'm sorry if it's ass. im not gonna say this is 18+ bc I myself am not 18+ (im turning 18 this year tho) also im not your mom and idgaf what you read.

"Finally," a voice sounded, causing him to drop both his can and his plate. The sharp sound of glass breaking followed by a loud thud echoed through the room as the plate and soda can collided with the floor.

"No, no, no," Patrick shook his head, shutting his eyes. "This isn't real. I killed you. You're not here. You're not real."

"Sorry, babe," the voice, your voice, whispered into his ear. Your warm breath fanned his ear, and he felt his whole body tense. "I'm very much real."

"That's not possible," he said through gritted teeth. "I watched you die. I buried you!" He opened his eyes, convinced that this was all some terrible drug trip. Maybe the weed he'd just got from Henry was laced, or maybe he was suffering from a temporary psychosis. Either way, there had to be some rational and logical reason that he was seeing you.

However, when he saw you there, sitting there with a smug look on your face, your presence as solid as any living person, he felt his heart skip a beat.

You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing as you pouted. "What's wrong, Patrick?" You asked condescendingly. "Don't act so scared now." You walked toward him slowly, watching him scramble backward in a panic. A smile spread across your lips as you saw the pure fear in his eyes when he hit the wall behind him, having nowhere else to go. "You weren't scared when you stabbed me. You weren't scared when you watched me bleed out in your arms. You weren't scared when you buried my body like some animal you found on the side of the road." Your voice was seeping with anger as you stepped closer and closer, cornering him. "So you don't get to be scared now."

Patrick Hockstetter was not someone who was frightened easily. In fact, up until this very moment, he didn't think he had the ability to be frightened at all. His unique ability to remain calm and collected in situations that would often stress others out was one he was prideful of. However, at that moment, he felt all composure and level-headedness dissolve. For the first time in his life, he was scared. Not just scared—terrified.

"What- What do you want?" He asked, his voice shaky as he looked into your eyes. You no longer looked at him like he hung the moon. There were no remnants of your innocence and naivety—willing to trust that people have the best intentions. There was nothing behind your cold, lifeless eyes. It was like staring at a corpse.

"Now, what's the fun in that?" You grinned, leaning forward so your face was inches away from his. Your gaze flickered to his lips. The same lips you thought he'd planned to kiss you with, but instead, he'd stabbed you in the stomach and mocked your intelligence. "You should really watch your back, Patrick," you whispered with a devious smirk, your breath fanning over his face. "I heard the search for me is really picking up after they found my blood in the woods."

Your words snapped him back to the reality of the situation at hand. He had killed you. What you were saying was impossible though. Right? He was meticulous in every stage of his plan. There was no way they found any trace of you. "What are you talking about?" He asked, his eyes searching you for any sign of deception, but you were impossible to read like this. He was no longer able to detect everything from a single glance. He only knew what you wanted him to know.

Without another word, you disappeared, leaving the boy spiraling as he went through all the events of that night over and over again. "Come back!" He screamed, his voice echoing through the empty house. "You can't just leave like that you bitch!"

Patrick let out a frustrated yell as he grabbed the nearest thing—which happened to be a porno mag—and threw it across the room in a fit of rage. Who did you think you were to haunt him? To come into his room, make him feel that horrible emotion, and tease him just to leave abruptly?

He sat on the edge of his bed, trying to control his heavy breathing as his anger took over. You had to have been lying, trying to get into his head. He hated to admit that it was working. He was supposed to be the one in your head. This was his world. He controlled everyone and everything. You shouldn't be here. You should be dead and buried like he had intended.

He fell back in his bed and took a deep breath, letting his mind settle as he chased sleep. He told himself you would be gone tomorrow and that would be that. Your appearance to him, like something out of a Charles Dickens novel, was just a fluke. Tomorrow you would be dead and all would be right with the world.

He drifted off to sleep, having convinced himself that he would never see you again. He was able to get a few hours of sleep, but you weren't going to let him be at peace for long

At around 4 am, Patrick had a very vivid dream that he was choking. He was gasping for air, clawing at his neck as he looked around frantically. His surroundings dissolved into a pitch-black room. He felt his lungs burning, his brain growing fuzzy as the oxygen left him. It felt so vivid, so real.

He awoke in a panic, sitting up straight as he gasped for air. His lungs felt like they were on fire. Like he had truly been deprived of air like he'd dreamed about. He panted, catching his breath as he looked around at his room, thankfully finding no signs of you. However, when he finally felt secure, able to draw a breath without feeling like a thirsty man drinking water, he realized the pillow that had been behind his head was now sat on his lap.

The realization dawned on him that he may have been actually suffocating, and you were the culprit. He shook his head, trying to expel the thought as he laid back down, throwing the pillow off into the black depths of his room, so he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. It was just a dream. Just as you were just a vision.

Patrick wasn't stupid, though many would argue to the contrary. Just because he didn't give a shit about school and didn't try didn't mean he wasn't smart. He just saved his intelligence for things that actually mattered—like planning and executing a murder.

That in mind, his refusal to accept the things he deep down knew to be true was not, as some would think, him being stupid. On the contrary, he believed himself smarter than to believe in silly things like ghosts. Dead things stay dead. He'd learned that at a very young age. He knew when he killed his brother that he would not be coming back. Just as he knew when he killed you that you would not be coming back.

Ghosts don't exist. He wasn't dumb enough to believe that.

As he laid in bed, trying to rationalize himself into a calm enough state to fall asleep again, he found himself more on edge with every creak of the old house around him. He stared up at the ceiling, his eyes conspiring with the moonlight to play tricks on him. His breath hitched at every shadow dancing around the dark.

You were proud of your work, and you had barely done anything yet. You watched from the shadows, pleased as he seemed to run himself in circles trying to cope with everything going on. The mere thought of you was torture enough.

You grinned, biting your lip as a thought washed over you. As a ghost, not bound by the physical realm, you had the ability to do a lot of things. One of those so happened to be raising and lowering the temperature in a room.

You focused hard, raising the temperature several degrees, making Patrick swear at the sudden sweat washing over him. You watched with a satisfied smirk as he pulled his shirt over his head, trying to cool himself off.

He didn't have a six pack or anything, but you didn't expect him to. He had a lean, toned torso with a very sexy v-line peeking out from his jeans. A small tattoo sat on his stomach just above his v-line on the right side. You couldn't make it out in the darkness, but you didn't care much. The sight of it alone was enough.

After all, who said you couldn't mix a little bit of business with pleasure.

He had taken away the rest of your life, all the possibilities of experiencing having your first kiss, losing your virginity, falling in love. It was only fair he made up for that in one way or another before your time together came to an end.

The time passed agonizingly slowly with Patrick staring at the ceiling and you watching him, studying him like he was some foreign thing. It was so interesting to watch someone when they don't know they're being watched. Of course, he felt the hairs on his neck stand on end, his body detecting the unseen eyes on him, but he chalked it up to paranoia—as he did every other unexplainable thing that seemed to be happening to him.

His mind drifted off, the heat making him restless as his brain filled with gruesome images of his previous kills. He sifted through his memory for the most interesting ones—dismembering birds, beheading cats, snapping a squirrel or two's neck—but none of them seemed to get him off anymore.

The image of your face right after he stabbed you made it's way into his mind. Your eyes, so wide and filled with fear. He could practically hear your sweet voice crying out, asking why he would do this to you. The thought made his cock tighten in his jeans.

He reached down, palming himself through his jeans with a groan. Reliving the sounds of you choking and coughing up your own blood had his fingers working quickly to undo his belt. He tossed it to the side, practically ripping the button off his jeans as he pulled them down along with his underwear, allowing his dick to finally be free from the restrictive fabric.

He spat in his hand, gripping his cock and lubricating it. He caught his chapped lower lip between his teeth as swept his thumb over his pink head, smearing his precum across it. He let out a low moan, letting his hand travel up and down his dick at a slow, agonizing pace. He kept his eyes screwed shut, immersing himself in the memory of your murder as he stroked himself.

Patrick was not a moral man by any means but this was a new low. Getting himself off to you, in his mind, was no better than if he was imagining one of his dead animal playthings. You were nothing to him. You were roadkill.

But, for some reason, the fresh sight of you, wearing the clothes he killed you in with that dark blood stain right where he'd stabbed you, your hair all matted, and the cold, lifeless look in your eyes, made it so easy to relive that night in great detail.

It was the greatest night of his life. The biggest release of pressure he'd ever felt since he began getting those homicidal urges—those itches. He didn't think he'd ever get to feel that euphoria again, but fucking himself to the thought of it would get him pretty damn close.

He let out a strangled moan, his hips pushing into his hand as he came, and he was right, it was the second-best feeling he'd ever felt. It didn't compare to killing you, but it was enough to satiate his urges once again.

He laid there, panting for what felt like hours. The time moved by so slowly until finally, the sound of the alarm block beside his bed blaring pulled him from his thoughts.

The red numbers reading 7:30 blinked slowly, reminding him that he had to get up and get ready for school. He leaned over, smacking the top of the clock roughly to silence it before falling back flat on his bed, preparing himself to get up.

He groaned, pushing himself up and grabbing a random pair of jeans and a shirt that smelled clean enough. He quickly got dressed before making his way back downstairs. He knew Belch would be here any second to pick him up—he always woke up later than he was realistically supposed to.

He slipped his boots on, and a few moments later, he heard Belch laying on his car horn. Rolling his eyes, he opened the door, heading outside and letting it slam just behind him.

"Calm your tits," he shouted in annoyance. Patrick always had a short fuse, but after the particularly restless night in which he'd been visited by some fucking ghost of Christmas Past, he found himself particularly irritable.

"Dude what happened yesterday?" Victor asked as Patrick climbed into the blue Trans Am.

"You were totally tripping the fuck out," Belch chimed in, starting the car and peeling out of Patrick's neighborhood.

"Dumb fuck can't handle his liquor," Henry scoffed from his spot in the passenger's seat.

"Shut the fuck up, Bowers," Patrick bit back, gazing out the window. "At least some of us don't piss our pants when we drink."

"It was one fucking time you dickhead!" Henry defended quickly, his cheeks turning red from the embarrassment.

At the feeling of someone's hand on his thigh, Patrick quickly looked over at Vic. "Don't fucking touch me you-" he paused just short of spitting some derogatory remark about Victor being gay and a freak when he saw you sitting between him and Victor, grinning at him darkly.

"What the fuck are you talking about, dude?" Victor asked, bewildered by Patrick's behavior. Patrick was always an odd one, but he never acted this weird.

"He probably smoked himself fucking dumb," Henry grumbled, still annoyed about the pants pissing remark.

You held a finger to your lips as climbed over onto his lap, holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself. You just wanted to rile him up a little, make him feel suffocated by you, like he could never escape. And truly, he couldn't. You were never going anywhere until you believed justice had properly been served, and you would take that in any form.

He glared at you, but you paid him no mind, leaning to whisper into his ear: "How cute," you condescended him. "You thought I would just go away." You dug your nails into his shoulders making him sharply inhale, trying not to tip off his friends to the seemingly unwarranted pain he was feeling. "You will never be rid of me," you whispered menacingly, looking deep into his eyes with a sickening grin that made nausea pool in his stomach.

In any other situation, having someone on his lap, digging their nails into his shoulders would probably have been a pleasurable experience, but this was not any other situation. This was a nightmare he couldn't seem to wake up from.

When Belch finally pulled into the school parking lot, Patrick couldn't get out of the car fast enough. You disappeared as he scrambled to unlock the door and get out, finally feeling like he could breathe. He pulled his shirt collar to the side, looking down at the angry red marks where your nails had been. They served as a disturbing reminder that you were really there, and you could do anything to him.

"You get laid last night, Hockstetter?" Belch asked, grinning as he saw the red marks.

"That why you ran off yesterday?" Henry snickered. "You pussy whipped?"

"At least, I actually get pussy," he sneered, paling as he heard your laugh echoing around him the moment the words slipped from his lips. It was a deafening sound. Like a mix between a cackle and a scream that seemed to permeate his surroundings.

His jaw clenched, eye twitching as he resisted the urge to cover his ears. Apart from not wanting to look insane, he also didn't think it would help much. You weren't around him. You were in him, in his head.

The bell could faintly be heard going off inside the school, making Victor curse under his breath. They had two minutes to get to class or they were late.

"Mrs. Denton's gonna throw a bitch fit if I'm late again," he groaned, watching as Henry lit a cigarette.

"Kiss ass," he remarked, taking a long drag before exhaling the puff of smoke into Belch's face as Victor walked away.

"You asshole," Belch coughed, shoving Henry.

"Oh, shit." Henry's eyes widened as he tossed his cigarette on the ground, quickly stomping it out. "Let's go," he ordered, making his way up the stairs to the front doors of the school, looking behind him frantically.

Patrick's eyebrows furrowed at the sudden shift in Henry's demeanor. He followed the brunette's gaze, his eyes locking with those of Butch Bowers, the sheriff.

"Wonder if they're here for you," your voice taunted him, breath tickling the back of his right ear. He turned, preparing to come face to face with that condescending smile you always seemed to be wearing, but you weren't there.

He looked back, finding Sheriff Bowers still staring at him, seemingly ignoring whatever the deputy was leaning into his ear to say. Patrick wasn't one to back down easily, but your presence, your warnings, had him on edge. He quickly advanced forward, his lengthy legs providing long strides as he followed suit in heading inside Derry Highschool.

The sounds of his heavy boots hitting the linoleum floor echoed through the empty hall as he made his way to his math class. Victor was right; Mrs. Densen was going to throw a bitch fit that he was late, but he didn't care. He wouldn't have cared on a normal day, but on this day, with the police sniffing around and you practically breathing down his neck, he cared even less—which he didn't even know was possible.

He pulled open the door to the classroom, a hush falling over the students as he entered. Most stared at him wide-eyed, some avoided looking at him altogether, and he briefly caught Vic looking at him with sympathy. The teacher, however, was glaring at him, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Mr. Hockstetter, late again I see," she said pointedly. "You've earned yourself a detention after school today." Patrick stifled a laugh as he made his way to his seat at the very back of the classroom. "Is something funny?" She asked, her tone displaying clear annoyance.

"Yeah, that you think I care," he rolled his eyes, slipping into his desk. He tuned out whatever lecture the teacher decided to give him after that. His gaze drifted to the empty desk in the front row— the one you used to sit at.

"Don't go feeling remorseful now," you said into his ear. He felt your arm around his shoulders as you leaned down, your face positioned next to his. He turned to look at you, and you turned to look at him, your faces almost touching.

your breath fanned across his face, the moment oddly intimate until you grinned at him, opening your mouth and emitting an ear piercing scream.

"Ah," he grunted in pain, his eyes screwing shut, and his hands gripping his ears. It felt like his eardrums were seconds away from bursting and causing blood to pour out of his ears. "Shut the fuck up!" He yelled, the room, and you, falling dead silent immediately after the words left him.

He peeled his eyes open, his hands falling as he looked around. "Excuse me, Mr. Hockstetter," the teacher gasped, clearly taken aback by his outburst. "Take yourself to the principal's office right this instant!" She ordered him.

His blood began to boil as he stood up abruptly, storming out of the classroom and slamming the door behind him. He was getting very very sick and tired of your little games. He headed toward the back door of the school, not wanting to cross paths with Henry's dad.

"This doesn't look like the way to the principal's office," you mused, appearing beside him. He stopped, turning to shove you against the locker. He groaned when his arms made contact with the locker instead of your body, and your laugh echoed behind him. "You think you can hurt me, how cute."

He let out a frustrated groan, smashing his fists against the locker. He couldn't stand you. He couldn't stand having someone that he couldn't manipulate or hurt but that could manipulate and hurt him. "What do you want with me?" He asked, refusing to look at you.

"To break you," you grinned. "To have you begging for it to stop."

Yeah, right he thought.

He was Patrick fucking Hockstetter; he didn't beg. He didn't bend to the will of others, especially not some dead bitch. He was determined not to let you win. You would eventually get tired of tormenting him and go back to wherever the fuck you came from. He was sure of it.

Oh, how he underestimated your patience and overestimated his resilience.

He lasted exactly a week. A week of you screaming and poking and scratching and fucking with his head. A week of people staring at him like he was insane with his random outbursts and talking to the air. A week of torment before you finally had him right where you wanted him.

"Just leave me alone!" He begged, standing in the middle of his room with his head in his hands. You had finally drove him to the brink of insanity, and he didn't know how much longer he could live like this. You, being everywhere all the time, taunting and touching and teasing, it was too much for him. He couldn't take it anymore. "Go away!"

You tsked, grinning at him, that condescending grin that filled him with indescribable rage. How could you look at him like that? Like he was stupid? You were the stupid one. You were killed by him not the other way around!

"I'm afraid that's not how this works," you told him, shaking your head slightly. "I get to stay until you give me what I want." You took a step, punctuating the next words you said with a pause between each one and another step forward. "However. Long. It. Takes."

"What the fuck do you want from me?" He yelled, desperate to get you away from him forever.

"Well," you drawled, running your index finger along his chest, making him flinch. You smiled at the effect you had on him. He talked a big game, getting mad when you left—cursing, throwing things, even—having the audacity to fuck himself to the thought of your murder— but when it came to being face to face with you, he cowered away.

Ain't nothing like a little fear to make a paper man crumble as Henry Bowers' father once said.

"I'll be nice and give you a choice," you said darkly. "You can turn yourself in," you almost laughed at the way his demeanor hardened. "Which we both know you're too proud and stubborn to do," you continued. The intrigue behind Patrick's eyes was undeniable as he eagerly awaited his second choice. "Or," you trailed off, grabbing a razor from his dresser and holding it in front of his face. "You can die."

"You're a crazy bitch!" He shouted, though his inability to mask the tremble in his voice made him sound less than threatening.

"Maybe," you shrugged, admiring the sharp piece of metal. "Hmm," you hummed. "I wonder how you'll feel about me in another week," you asked thoughtfully. "I bet you'll be wishing you took the chance while you had it."

His jaw clenched at your words. He'd already lost a considerable amount of sleep because of you, and the thought of you tormenting him any longer was a fate worse than death. "Why don't you just kill me?" He asked defeatedly. You'd backed him into a corner that he was positive he couldn't get out of without doing things your way.

"I'm not you, Patrick," you spat hatefully. "I don't kill people or things."

"What? Like driving me to suicide is any better?" He scoffed, challenging your sense of superiority over him.

"You have an informed choice," you told him, trying to regain your calm. You didn't like losing your temper, especially not to the likes of Patrick Hockstetter, scum of the earth. "That's a luxury you didn't extend to me."

He eyed the blade in your hand warily. He didn't like accepting defeat. He would never admit to killing you. Being confined to a tiny room, unable to satiate that burning itch deep inside him whenever he needed; it would drive him mad.

"Go on," you urged him softly, holding the razor out for him to take. "Put yourself out of your misery. End it all and be free."

He looked between you and the blade hesitantly, a million thoughts running through his mind as he tried to make a decision. Glaring at you, he took the blade. A scowl formed on his face as he observed the triumphant expression that you seemed to wear immediately after he made his choice.

"Two deep cuts, and you'll never have to see me again," you assured him. That all but sealed the deal. Patrick didn't believe in heaven or hell and death didn't scare him. Being caged like one of the many animals he's so cruelly killed scared him more than dying. He walked over to his bed, sitting on the edge.

He sucked in a breath, pressing the blade into his wrist and dragging it upward toward his inner elbow. He clenched his teeth, deeply inhaling through them. A groan of pain fell from his lips as he felt the warm blood begin seeping from his wound, running down his arms and onto his jeans. He continued the action on the other arm, feeling nauseous and lightheaded.

The blade fell from his trembling fingers, clattering to the floor as he fell back onto the bed. His head felt foggy, and the pain began to melt away into numbness. His eyes began to droop, and he faintly saw your outline standing above him.

He just barely felt you lean down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His ears began to ring as his eyes fell shut. The words you spoke next were the last he would hear before his heart slowed to an eventual stop. He almost couldn't make them out, the sound muffled, as if he was underwater, but his mind used its last bit of energy to process them before giving out.

"Goodbye, Patrick Hockstetter," you said softly. "May you burn in hell."

tags! : @fatfagsj , @mysticalhills , @simpingforthe80s , @slasherho , @pinkpanther-44 , @slaggylemon , @kyranisnotdead , @ladydragiiss ,

[the-offside-rule]

Carlos Sainz Jr (Scuderia Ferrari) - Get A Grip

Requested: via wattpad

Prompt: Carlos was a huge red flag during their relationship and then when Y/n glows up after they breakup, he tries to get back with her but she was having none of it because she was seeing another driver on the grid (you can choose)

Warnings: Carlos getting eaten alive (not actually just...metaphorically) AND THID IS A GIVEN BUT THIS IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL

Monaco 2022. Y/n sat with her boyfriend in a nightclub as his shiny P2 trophy stood proudly on the table, surrounded by bottles and glasses. Y/n smiled uncomfortably as her boyfriend laid his arm around her shoulders and charted happily with his engineers. Yn played with the rings on her fingers, catching the attention of her boyfriend. Well that wasn't true. The engineer he was talking to noticed it and told Carlos. That made it worst. "You okay?" Carlos asked. Y/n nodded. "Is this one of those tricks where you say you are but you aren't?" She nodded again. "Well, whats wrong then?" He asked harshly. "I don't want to be here." She told him. Carlos reached into his pocket and pulled out the card to their room. "I'll be up in an hour. Order yourself food or something." She held her card in her hand, staring at it blankly. "Carlos, I want you to come with me."

"I don't want to leave yet." Carlos replied. "But I came here, not wanting to go out." Y/n said. "I got a podium. Of course I'm going to go out." Carlos scoffed. "You got podiums last season and we stayed in and had dinner. Why can't we do that?" She asked desperately. "Because we're in Monaco-" She cut him off"You got a podium in Monaco last year too!"

"Y/n, get a grip." Y/n felt her heart shattering. "What?" She asked. "Well, Im your boyfriend. I don't know how I am meant to help you with this." Carlos took another swig of his glass and set it down. "You could try and reassure me maybe. Just a thought!" She stood up and left, hearing Carlos call after her, but stopping after a single try.

"I don't know what to do Lily." Y/n sobbed in the bathroom. "I would dump him." Lily said, moving a piece of Y/n's behind her hair. "I- I can't see myself without him." Y/n sniffled. "Look, I couldn't see myself without Alex, sweetie, but if he spoke to me that way I'd find a way to be without him." It seemed so easy for Lily. Y/n physically couldn't think of a life where Carlos wasn't around. "I can't." Lily gave her fellow wag a sympathetic smile and hugged her. "Come on. Let's go. We don't want people seeing you like this."

Y/n and Lily walked through the dancing crowd, making their way to the VIP area where all the drivers stayed. As the security opened the red rope for the ladies to walk through,their eyes set on "What we're you doing with that girl?" Y/n asked, looking at Carlos with eyes full of rage. "She wanted a photo and we got a photo." Carlos said. "You kissed her on the cheek." Carlos groaned. "Wow, a kiss on the cheek. This is what I mean, you always-" She didn't like after that. It was seeing Carlos finally doing what everyone was telling her he does. "I'm done." She mumbled. "What?" Carlos asked. "I- I'm done." Carlos' face dropped. "Y/n-" She turned and walked away, leaving that life behind her. She would never let another man treat her the way he did again.

After the break up was announced, a lot of news came out about Carlos. A lot from girls he supposedly slept with at races Y/n didn't attend. How they all allegedly were invited to races Y/n wouldn't be at, and even some that Y/n was at. Regardless of if she was there or not, he cheated. God knows what would have happened if Y/n hadn't left the bathroom I Monaco. Maybe he would have gone further with that "fan". All she could do right now, was simply move on and build a life without him. And that was exactly what she did.

The 2023 summer break had finished and Carlos had partied more or less every weekend, racking up a body count but not wanting any of the girls to stay. He miled for photos and signed things for fans as he entered the paddock. As he walked on, past the flash mob and fans, another driver caught his attention. He heard the cameras flashing and turned to see Max walking in with a girl. It wasnt the girlfriend he had back at testing, she was different and he could tell by the colour of the hair. He pulled a face but continued walking to the Ferrari hospitality. He watched through the tinted windows to get a closer look. "Who are we stalking?" Charles asked, standing beside his teammate. "Max has a new girlfriend." Carlos muttered. "You're sure it's not the same as testing?" Charles asked. "No, the hair is different. So is the style." Carlos replied. "Hair dye, hired a stylist." Charles chuckled. "No, believe me. She's different! Look!" Carlos and Charles' gaze fell onto the girl holding hands with Max as the both laughed with eachother. Charles looked over to Carlos, waiting to see the moment realisation would settle in. "Is that-" He paused. Y/n.

"Well...she's a different girl." She was. Not only was she not the girl Max brought to testing, but she was barely even the girl Carlos had once dated. She changed immensely. She went back to her natural hair colour, instead of having it dyed and she changed her style. Her whole aura was different. "She is. Do you think Max has something to do with it?" He asked. "Or maybe your breakup." Carlos turned to Charles. "I'll go." Charles mumbled.

As the weeks passed, Carlos got sick of seeing Max winning, because it meant he'd see Y/n kissing him before he went to the podium each and every time, each time met with Carlos rolling his eyes.

In Qatar, Carlos didn't start and so he sat watching the race instead. As he walked through the paddock club, he spotted Y/n sipping a drink at a table with Jos. He didn't know what was happening, but he found himself walking over towards the table and before he could stop himself, he found himself shaking hands with Jos and having small talk as Y/n simply looked at him, Carlos looking back. "I need to go to the garage now, Carlos but it was nice catching up." Jos smiled as he turned to Y/n. "I'll see you there." Jos said to Y/n as she nodded. Jos left, leaving Carlos and Y/n to fill awkward silence. As Carlos stood there, watching the formation lap, he decided to speak.

"You know drivers move quickly." Carlos said to her. He face palmed himself in his mind. Why would he say that?! "Like how quickly you moved on from me?" Carlos clenched his jaw. Even when they weren't together, she drove him crazy. "You'd think you would have learned from the first driver." Y/n nodded. "The driver that has more bodies to his name than podiums? Yes. Of course." She rolled her eyes and went to walk away, but Carlos took hold of her hand. "Stop being like this. You were nothing like this with me, ever." Carlos said sternly. Y/b pulled her hand from his grip. "That was before you cheated. I've changed and you only think you have." He grabbed her again. This time when she looked back to him, the white in his eyes had turned as tears threatened to fall. "Carlos? Whats-"

"I- I can't find your face in these girls I try to be with. I need you. I miss you." Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat as she was faced with Carlos, crying. It was the first time she'd ever seen him crying but she knew exactly what she had to do. "Carlos-" Y/n began, regrettfully caressing his face, a soft smile on her lips. A spark of hope lit up in Carlos' heart. "Get a grip." She whispered, before turning and walking back to the Red Bull garage to watch her boyfriend go onto win his third World championship.

And Carlos watched in envy as Y/n kissed Maxs helmet, just as she once did to his. Get a grip. It was his yurn turn get a grip.

[etoilesbienne]

out of curiosity, what are the common qEtoiles mischaracterizations, and the accurate characterizations you wished people used more? Sincerely, an English speaking fan who is re-learning French!

honestly i kind of consider it a mischaracterization when people like... make etoiles into this team leader who always knows what to do and move things forward. or like that he has a bad attitude to like... match his fighting skills. or like the dark knight brooding warrior. he says he is these things. these are lies. he lies about himself constantly. i wouldnt trust a good 2/3 of the things he says about himself to be true. you read him clearer through his actions than his statements.

in my opinion etoiles is more like. sturdy second in command. he's not there to lead, he's there to fill in the holes where they pop up. he's there as cover. he's quick witted in shortchange scenarios, but that is so not the same thing as a genuine strategist. in another expression, if someone is a leader, the leader is a doctor, etoiles's role is more like... the EMS team in an ambulance. He's not there to fix your problem, he's there to keep your problem covered until you can get someone else to fully fix it. but that doesn't mean his role is any less important when he's needed.

Etoiles is also, like, so very much a team player if he respects and trusts a person. And it is so easy to have his respect and trust. His trust starts at 100% for everyone. he's also so very very very good at reading people (gesture to the bbh clip where bbh moves his mouse slightly downward and etoiles calls him out on being depressed). He read Mousey as enjoying dungeons and pvp way more and wanting to hang out with her. He's also one of the only people who like continuously runs in the girlies group and makes all of them pvp with him and they all love it so he keeps coming back to pvp with them. Thats how he started his whole thing with Tina and pvping with her constantly. Reading other people also, he loves finding other pvpers so he attacks roier constantly now bc he knows roier can pvp.

What else OH Etoiles loves whining (and this is because Rayou loves whining) that dude will just complain constantly. You haven't seen an etoiles stream if youve never seen him whine. Can't say I'm not kind of endeared by it. With this too he loves over explaining things (RIP armor powerpoint wish you couldve been given...) because he wants to help everyone....

OH and he's very over exaggerated too in replying to people in a complaining way and a self deprecating way and also likes to try to push the envelope with people and he does all of that to try and get a laugh out of others. like he's well aware people find him going "Oh so you don't give a shit about me and want me to die ? you want etoiles to die ?" fucking hilarious and also loves complaining in the first place thats why he does that. if your etoiles isn't complaining and whining then it isn't etoiles. the self deprecating thing is... its interesting bc he does have full faith in his abilities but will never say it out loud unless its trying to reassure someone who is worried. pushing the envelope is so specific he won't do it too much and its like........... from what ive seen (correct me if im wrong) heavily directed at non francophones where if they laugh at something wack he's done he'll try to do it again to make them laugh more. shoutout to the time he made bbh laugh so much when he cursed he didn't get languaged by bbh so he kept cursing to try to make bbh do it again. the dudes a total people pleaser.

smaller thing ive talked about extensively already (u can prob find it in my q!etoiles tag if i remember i'll edit a link to the posts in here soon lol) etoiles hates losing he looooooves winning he's very intense about it lol. its cute!

on a final note even if you don't become deeply unwell about etoiles like i am i think this highlight clip video has like everything he's like condensed into like 11 minutes. You should watch it. It's a good starting point.

[voidedaurora]

Apologies for the ask about the 🍉 thing.

If you have a story to say you should say it, the group who made the document thought it was important to make it public. Maybe you can reach out to them if you need help. It’s never too late to share your story if you believe the person deserves to be called out.

She’s already known for lying. And she never addressed a lot of the things in the document. Like those multiple false grooming allegations. Just remember that there’s no backing out once you have it out to the public. Once on the internet always on the internet.

Hope you’re ok. Don’t be intimidated because of fans. They don’t know what you’ve gone through. You have a support group who already set the ground for you. Good luck with what you choose.

Not specifically replying to this ask but Im going to use this to say a bit of what I need to say. Follow up to my last post, Mel has made it clear that she is not going to talk to me, one of her friends dmed me (one of the two I mentioned prior) trying to get me to vc with all 3 of them to get "closure" and talk about things, this was only prompted by the fact I am now speaking out about this (clearly just trying to save face), I stayed silent for nearly 3 months giving her time to come and talk to me and it was honestly the last nail in the coffin for her to clearly only give a shit now that I'm speaking about it. So I'm done, I'm not going to keep any of her shit to myself anymore, I know I shouldn't have been keeping them to myself to begin with and I completely accept anyone who is upset at me for not speaking up sooner. Quickly, I will say that some of this I cannot provide solid proof for, you will all have to take some of this with a side of salt / use context to come to your own conclusions, but I still think its important to mention because I know what I saw and experienced, It is up to you whether you believe what I have to say or not Aswell, Some of this obviously could be wrong as she has refused to clear things up privately but I believe them to be true since I experienced what I experienced :/. I do not condone Harassment, witch-hunting, threats, attack anyone involved, or anything else of the sort You obviously may be honest about your feelings on the matter but have your morals about you when doing so. People that did not consent to being mentioned here will be censored when possible I will be reffering to Quartelz as Mel in this, just felt I'd clarify TW: S/A, Coercion, Grooming(?), General Toxicity, etc.

Firstly, To everyone who supports Mel after the google doc she "made" I've got some unfortunate news to share, She did not write that doc. Mel had quite a few of her friends at the time essentially write the entire document for her, I was one of those people. To clarify, we were not forced but since we all wanted the best for her and for her to be able to move on from it all so we all helped her. The apologies ESPECIALLY she did not write nor mean, She has stated many times to me personally that everyone did not deserve an apology, I will provide some screenshots backing up these claims below Others writing the doc/Proof I can edit the original doc (the public document was moved into a fresh file because I suggested it)

Proof of Mel being an unapologetic asshole about the whole thing (sorry for the rudeness) Her saying "how to write an apology I don't mean" which Is pretty self explanatory, Included more context of the convo so she cant scream at me for not, AS you can see I was very insistent on her writing the apology because I did think they all deserved one, aswell me saying "I'd write it for her but that'd "I would literally write the apology for u but that'd be bad" Which is bad on my end 100% especially because I went through with that, I accept full responsibility for that and I am sorry, you all deserved better

More apology stuff bruhh

(so sorry archi I know you are mentioned here alot but I need you for proof, If anyone attacks you I am so so sorry) Admitting the apology wasn't written by her directly + re-stating she didn't mean the apology a million times and not taking any accountability

Bonus SS of talking with one of her friends at the time about our frustrations of helping her with the doc only for her not to work on it I think that's enough proof she didn't mean a lick of that doc and didn't even write it herself, I do NOT have proof that I specifically wrote the apologies but before the doc was sent out to the public I practically rewrote entire areas to make her sound more genuine aswell fixed the entire thing up, then I had her go over it and edit it to "sound like her" Time for the next part which is one of the more serious topics within this whole thing, I initially was NOT going to bring this to the public or mention it at all since its fairly private but after thinking on it really hard ,and the fact this will never have any closure Clover and I have decided to let you all know about it, I am sure she's going to be quite upset this is public now but she shouldn't have done any of it in the first place. TW:// S/A and Coercion I don't really know how to approach talking about this but around the 30th of march 2023 (before and after) Clover, Mel, And I had all gotten pretty close as friends, This eventually evolved into us having sexual interactions with each other as a group twice. At the time we had all had lengthy conversations making sure everyone was ok with it, the whole consent protocol and such. Edit: for the record, our age differences at the time were me: 16 (10/16/2006) Clover: 17 (3/03/2006) Mel: 17 (8/30/2005) This is relevant because a while back (I am not sure when) Mel had admitted to me one day that she had only slept with Clover to do things with me. I know for a fact she will deny this. This obviously horrified me and clover both because we were under the impression it was a mutual thing between all of us, I'm sure Clover feels violated, used, and a sleuth of other things, I feel absolutely terrible about the entire thing because I was the one who had helped her feel comfortable with the whole thing in the first place and convinced her it was something mutual, and to have Mel later on admit it was not and she just wanted an excuse to do shit with me is absolutely disgusting. Clover and I are both extremely damaged from this and neither of us ever got an apology for this and probably never will, not one that she means at least, shes already proven she doesn't feel remorse for anything she does. You'd think the person that allegedly got assaulted herself and had dealt with homewrecking related things herself wouldn't do something like this but here we are. (Just clarification this was a 3 way, sorry to have to blatantly state it but I didn't want any confusion. Aswell I'd like to state for the record that the interactions happened twice total) I will not be sharing proof of any of this as it would include sharing sensitive information/conversations I don't think any of us would be comfortable being public, You may take this as you will but Clover and I both are living proof of this happening and I just hope you'll take our word for this one as it was already obvious Mel had a thing for me to literally everyone around us, I genuinely do not think I need proof to prove that part alone. There was another section I was going to add explaining another situation but I do not have enough proof gathered to speak on it at the moment so I'll keep it at these two for now. I initially wasn't going to make a big post like this but I wanted to get the stuff I know 100% out there (aswell wanted to get some of the worst out of the way :/) There is absolutely MORE I could/want to talk about but I simply do not have the context/proof to make a proper statement on it at the moment, maybe in the future I will.

also, if any of ya'll need more proof of stuff I CAN dig but I think I got it all covered? That's it for now, She's either going to deny everything, have her friends to defend her, flee the internet, or retaliate. Have a good day ya'll, I am done staying quiet for her also I'm so so sorry if this isn't written well in certain parts, I don't really know how to make stuff like this

[justcallmecj]

Walking AC Unit

"-It being a hot day in Twisted Wonderland, and im assuming since Y/N’s a dragon with ice magic, they probably radiate coldness so everyone’s swarming around them" Once again, courtesy of- Your Imaginary Friend on Quotev

As I've previously mentioned through out my writing, Y/N naturally produces an icy air around them. While the heat bothers them, their cold helps them to stay on the cooler side of things. One particularly hot day at NRC, the First Year Squad, whiling hanging out with you, found out that you helped them cool down by just being near. They stuck with you the rest of the day, others would soon follow suite.

        "Why does it have to be soooo hooot today!?" Epel whined. He fanned his face with his hand rapidly. Ace's face was flushed red, Deuce's body slouched from exhaustion and Jack's ears drooped down as he panted lightly. Sebek said nothing, but the sweat on his forehead was easy to spot.

        "I don't know man, but it's starting to kill me!" complained Ace. It was a peculiarly hot day at NRC. The sun shone brighter and hotter than it has all year, and the schools AC system did nothing to stop the students from overheating. Even the teachers couldn't really teach during class because of the heat.

        Jack decided to speak. "Man, things were bad enough this morning, but everything got worse after that, even at the end of the school day. It's hotter than Savanaclaw out here, and that's saying something. His tail wagged behind him in an attempt to cool off.

        "I don't know what you humans are talking about! This weather is nothing! I don't feel a thing!" Even the heat couldn't stop Sebek from yelling. "Shut up, Sebek!" the other boys said in unison. That was enough to convince Sebek to quiet down. Deuce turned around and spotted someone familiar.

        "Hey guys, look, it's Y/N." he said as he pointed at the tall dragon heading their way. Everyone else turned to face You. You walked towards them pretty quickly, it was kinda scary from their point of view.

        "Are you guys heating to death right now!?" you asked. Your voice had a hint of exhaustion in it. The others groaned in confirmation. You nodded your head in understanding. Ace eyed you up and down, his face changed to look confused.

        "You don't even look hot, Y/N. Do you even got hot? Being an ice dragon and all." You paused. It was a question you've been asked before, and were tired of hearing. You looked at him with a strained, open smile and close eyes. Your fangs glinted off the light of the sun. It sent a shiver down his spine. Behind him, Epel let out a quiet gasp. He's known you long enough to know about you and heat.

        "Yes, Ace. I am an ice dragon. Despite that, even a little bit of heat can effect me. Ice dragons just don't sweat. I feel like I'm dying." you told him with a dangerous edge in your voice. He backed off. Epel decided to ask how you were staying cool enough not pass out. You pointed at the medium sized bag that sat across your chest.

        "I bought this at Sam's shop. He knew I was coming and had it ready for me. It's enchanted and creates ice in its pockets. When I get to hot from the heat, I just take out a piece of ice-" you grabbed one for a demonstration. "-and plop in into my mouth and eat it." The ice fell in your mouth and crunched as you chewed it. "The extra ice in my body allows me to cool down and my icy mist gets colder." You could already feel the effects.

        "That's actually pretty neat, that's all it really takes for you to control your body temperature." Deuce said with his chin in his hand as he looked at you. The others nodded in agreement.

        "WOAH, WAIT!!" Ace yelped. Everyone turned to him. He was patting his face and neck frantically. "How in the world?!". He looked genuinely confused and shocked. Deuce placed his hand on Ace's shoulder.

        "Dude, what's wrong? What's got you so riled up?" Deuce asked. Ace looked at Deuce and pointed at his face. "I don't feel hot anymore!! I've stopped sweating too!!" he exclaimed. We all took a closer look at him. He was right, his face even lost the red it was once covered in and no sweat could be seen. Everyone else started patting themselves down to find that they weren't hot anymore either. Epel stopped and stared at you.

        "Y/N, you said that you create a cold mist around you, right?" You nodded. "It must be that then! You're mist is cooling us down, just like it does to you!". You thought for a moment, soon coming to the same thought process as Epel. "You're right, it's actually not the first time it's happened. I just didn't think about it before this.", you said as your wings opened. If your friends were really benefiting from your presence, might as well help them out a bit more with more mist.

        "Now that I look more, I can see the mist around you." Jack said. "It's faint, but there." His beast-man eyes helped him out.

        "That's great!!!" cheered a new voice. Cater came out of no where and jumped onto your back, clearly not thinking. He immediately regretted his decision as he felt your cold scales send a jolt of freezing cold up his arms and through his body. He backed off and took to standing under your open right wing. "Now I have a way to keep cool from this blistering heat." he said with a dramatic twang in his words.

        For the rest of the afternoon, Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack, Sebek and Cater stuck with you like they were attached to your hip. It was annoying at first, but you quickly adjusted and didn't mind the company in the end. You all found a large, shady tree to sit under. They snuggled up close to you while you sat with your back to the tree. Apparently, being outside now meant they didn't mind the freezing of your scales. Epel sat between your legs, Jack and Cater on your right side laying in your lap. Deuce and Ace sat on your left with Ace's head on your shoulder and Deuce nudging into your side. Sebek, grudgingly, placed his head against you thigh.

        Cater took out his phone and snapped a picture of you all together. You only managed to get a glimpse of the caption he posted with the picture. Staying cool w/ the first years! #Y/NIsThePerfectACForTheHotDay! You decided to ignore it and just let him do his thing. You know how Cater can be at times. Nothing happened for a while, that is until you got some extra guests.

        Leona and Ruggie found you all. With no words, Leona joined the group and quickly fell asleep. Ruggie joined as well and told you that he and Leona had seen Cater's Magicam post and just had to get in on the action.

        Soon, even more of your friends came by. Kalim, who was followed by Jamil, came and both found a snug place right under your right wing. Jade, Floyd and Azul found you eventually. Floyd got as close as he could and Jade sat next to him, Azul found a comfy spot between the Twins. Rook plopped down from the actual tree and laid in the grass next to your tail.

        Riddle and Trey had actually accidentally stumbled upon your dog pile of boys. They found spots under your left wing. Ortho saw Cater's post and dragged Idia by the collar and forced him to come as well. Idia kept a distance at first but fell asleep and Ortho pushed him closer. Vil was reluctant but Rook convinced him to lay down. Later came Lilia, with Silver sluggishly in tow. Silver passed out immediately after finding a spot in your lap (if anyone could still fit honestly). Lilia climbed the tree and found a low hanging branch where he decided to take a nap upside down. Malleus, who was right behind Lilia and Silver, sat next to you and he revealed his tail. He intertwined yours and his tail with a smile.

        Eventually, you were the only one awake. The heat of the day left everyone exhausted. Much to your surprise, all the boys covering you didn't make the heat worse. Just in case though you ate a piece of ice. The mist got colder and everyone seemed to get a bit more comfortable. You stretched your wings our further and made sure to cover those you could reach. You felt your own exhaustion start to take over and your eyelids fluttered open and shut. Content with the people you cared about surrounding you, you gave into the desire to sleep, happy with where you were at.

(I loved the idea of you and all the boys sitting under a tree with your wings spread across everyone! Fun fact: After this hot day, Professor Oski (refer back to First Day of School chapter) taught you how to use the personal snow cloud spell. It helped from this incident happening again.)

[romanarose]

The Bikeriders as a metaphor for bisexuality

Now I ain't saying this was intentional because I'm pretty sure it's not but this is how I read the struggle between Johnny and Kathy for Benny just feels like Benny's internal struggle between homosexuality and heteosexuality, how neither of it fits him so he was always walking that line.

For the record Im speaking in terms of binary gender because this is just a simple movie theory. I am well aware of other genders but this is just how I see it.

Spoilers below

Kathy tried to get him to leave, he wouln't do it. It's like he wouldn't let go of that same/sex attraction, the queerness, the subversive side of him.

Johnny never tried to get him to leave Kathy for him, but his pull comes in the two times he tried to get Benny to take over the club. Benny refused, because that full commitment to the club, the lifestyle, would be rejecting the other side of him.

He didn't want to choose. he wanted to just be himself. I think his happiness came in accepting that.

Benny didnt give up riding because Kathy made him. He gave it up because Johnny was dead and that broke him. He was ready to settle down. Benny didn't choose "being straight", I think in his crying, his finally crying he and Kathy new what Johnny was to him and I think Benny accepted who he was. Then he was happy with Kathy, because he did love her. I think she was wrong that he didn't miss it. I think he did. But I think he misses it in a sense that we as people will always long for the past.

Another way I see it is that yes, he's happy. Yes he has a good life. But Maybe he was always going to end up with Kathy as the "settling down". Johnny didn't equal settling down. I think a lot of times, especially back then, homosexuality was viewed as a phase, like the trope of college girls going through a "gay phase" or concepts of homoerotic military men secluded from women. That its something you do for a while then you "grow out of it." But thats not how it really works. I stand by that Benny loves Kathy and is happy at the end.

He smiles, which is rare for his character. He's smiling when Kathy isn't looking, so he's not performing for anyone.

But I think when you look at it in the context of the time, she was the option if he wanted to settle down. That, as bisexual people, maybe you have some crazy times in college but then you find someone in a heterosexual relationship and settle and try to put that behind you. It doesn't mean he's not happy, as bisexual people in straightpassing relationships are happy. It just means, when the motercycle sounds echo for him, he still thinks about the past. the what if.

And thats just a human thing to do.

I saw The Bikeriders on Saturday and then twice, yes twice today (sunday). I was bawling at the end the last two times when the bisexual metaphore theory came to me. I read Benny as bi right away.

Johnny is said to have gotten his inspiration from Marlon Brando. Bando has talked about being bisexual. Another famous name and face of Brando's era was James Dean. Although Dean was more a car guy in the end, he was deffinetly into motercycles. Dean's sexuality is speculated but many close friends say he was bisexual.

I think it would be almost impossible not to have homoerotic subtext with this sort of thing if the movie was true to inspirations of the era. I don't know how you can watch it and think benny and Johnny dont want each other.

Personally, I don't think Johnny was bi, I think he was gay. I think because of how little emphasis on his wife there was, how she never quite seemed to get him, not in the way Benny got him, I think he was gay. I think he married and had kids because thats what you did.

Anyway all this to say I fucking love this movie. At first watch I wasn't a fan of Austin butlers performance but now I get it. Wow. I get it

I know its not anyone intention making the movie for it to be a metaphore for bisexuality but I can just see it see clearly.

This came out during pride month for a reason

[decolonize-the-everything]

genuine question: i thought communism ideology supported no states? what do you not support with communism?

Also: is PSL problematic/harmful? I hadn’t seen anything about them denying a genocide.

Apologies if this looks like I’m coming to you instead of research. Unfortunately research has lead my to discourse reddit threads and people speaking over another of what is true and right. It’s difficult for me to sort through what is actually backed and i always perfect to get first hand, personal opinions from individuals for conversation purposes! If this is inappropriate please lmk! I’m a fan of your blog and truly am just looking for more input and takes on our options and to know the best way to get involved in a community— and avoid getting involved with the wrong kind of people I don’t agree with!

Thank you in advance!! Hope your future doctor visits continue to treat you well!

So a classless, moneyless society is socialism.

There are branches of socialism the same way there can be democratic and Republican beliefs within capitalism.

So communism is socialism with a state/government. This is what PSL is and advocates for.

And yeah im stepping on a fucking beehive saying this but yeah, Marxists/Marxists-Leninists support a communist state. For this exact reason, they deny that China has been persecuting Uyghur people. They think if they deny the genocide is happening at all then communism will seem more "valid."

Additionally, they think the genocide is little more than more anti-communist propaganda from the USA. Even Aljazeera has written about this.

Aside from that, yes PSL has organized with orgs like BLM before, but that said.... Ugh.

They speak over everyone. In fact, I've been told several times that they are now doing the same thing with the Pro-Palestine rallies they've been hosting, too.

As someone who worked with them closely during the BLM protests of 2020 I can confirm this with my own experiences. They're super organized, which is great for them. For the rest of us though, it means we have to work around their schedules. They spread their own parties propaganda at these events while making themselves out to be The Official Organization for the event which was almost never true. When they were at our events it's because they were invited by us, but everyone thought it was the other way around. They have a way of centering themselves which seems anti-thetical to their allyship.

They very much use minorities to boost their party's status. Which is not much different from how a democrat tries to get minority votes would.

I don't use Instagram but the USPCN and NAARPR posted about how PSL was doing this. I had just reblogged a post where PSL was calling for a strike in solidarity and was immediately informed to IGNORE it and boost actual Palestinians calls for action instead. They included a link to the Instagram post as well. I'll see if I can find it and reblog it after this.

Anyway, It was a good question and didn't bother me at all to answer, thanks for sending it!

[cupcakeslushie]

Okay. I've been tip-toeing around this AU for a while now, but I just got caught up, and now I think I have a (decent) grasp on what's going on. So I wanna go over everything I know so far to see if I'm right or wrong on anything. Don't know if you'd be willing to correct me or not. Either way, I hope my mistakes can help you understand what to clarify to other fans like me. But, I also have some questions. You probably won't be able to answer most of them, but it's at least worth a shot.

First, where's Venus? Like, why is she not in your comics that are (sort of) separate frome the canon now story. The ones that skip to the future way after all the turtles reunite. Did she die? Did she escape? Is it because she wasn't introduced yet when you made those comics?

Two, why do you keep on making references to the future timeline? I know you're planning on possibly making your own stuff leading up to the events of the movie. It just gives me a jumpscare when I see certain...imagery in those comics. I guess you're hinting at what your version of the future apocalypse would look like, but it just hurts to see. Specifically in the comic explaining both the events and aftermath of the movie and the bad future timeline. It's starting to really confuse my brain as to where this story is headed. What's meant to be the main focus? The Hamto's reuniting? The aftermath? Or the future?

Third, did you make all those min-comics before you started the actual AU? Or did you do them during?

Fourth, are any of those mini-comics relevant to the actual story now? Or have you changed your mind on a few things? It's just that everything is so all over the place, I don't really know whether to trust if they're accurate. I know most of them are just there for funzies, but the longer ones concern me. I guess I'm just not used to the storyteller doing sequel, start, prequel, start, sequel, prequel, prequel, sequel, and then end. Or maybe it's just me, and I'm sleep deprived.

My little observation speech is gonna take a while for me to get out in your asks because when I get theoretical, my speech gets long, and my proper English goes down the drain. So I'll be back. I appreciate your work very much. Despite the pain it causes me, it's still amazing.

I’ll try my best to clear up what confusion I can!

1. As far as Venus. The answer is kind of a mix of, I was still figuring out her design and backstory while coming out with some of those early comics, and then, once I had that down, I wanted the boys to grow strong bonds as a main cast. That’s why a lot of the side characters are only making small appearances in the Sep!AU Life stories, as those are mainly for the boys reconnecting. (Usagi shows up the most because I love him and am totally biased towards him).

This maybe hasn’t been stated outright, but I wasn’t really expecting so many ppl to like Vee as much as they do, and now im trying not to spoil too much of her story. It’ll unfortunately just take us a while to get to the meat of it. Since the boys reconnecting takes up a lot of the early s1s2 story, Im trying to follow the familiar Rise blueprint of Draxum, Shredder, Krang, and then in s3 we’ll have crazy fun new stories with the extra characters.

Ive also decided to take this little nugget from one of the Q&As, and use it for Venus instead of Jennika. It was a much needed bit of inspiration to explain why Venus sorta disappears for a while and will go through some major physical changes (not yet revealed) before the family can figure out a way to reach her.

2. I’m not sure if you mean jump scared in a bad/triggering or neutral way, but if you need me to tag anything on those posts please let me know!

The glimpses of the future timeline, are being scattered throughout wherever they parallel the present story in little ways, but that’s only for now. As we get closer to the movie plot, bigger chunks of the future will be revealed, because the future versions of the boys will have a larger role to play in the present timeline. So we will need more backstory than what the canon got. And also I just enjoy drawing my future versions so sometimes I don’t think too hard on a reason. I just like throwing them at ppl with no warning or reason.

When s2 ends, I plan on collecting all the future related stuff that’s been released, and recapping it for easier reading. Right now, it’s just little sprinkles of foreshadowing to give ppl an idea that, ‘oh crap. The doomed timeline is a bummer’. In my mind, I guess i thought it’d be kinda like a fun scavenger hunt for clues, but maybe ppl don’t like that 😅

3. All of the side-stories were written as the main comic was/is being released. A lot of them resulted from asks that just spawned the need to expand on certain ideas, or a desire to give all the turtles their time to shine.

For instance, when I was doing Donnie’s section of the main comic, it was a good few months where we hardly saw anyone but him and Venus. I wanted to just mix it up, and give Raph some love with his ‘Raph Time’ short. When Leo was front and center in the main, we hardly saw the others, so Mikey and Donnie got their little ‘Secrets’ short (and it was also I fun thank you for EW making it so far in the tmnt sep competition).

4. Anything that has been reworked/revised or just plain dropped should have an ‘Edit’ note because yes—I have gone back and changed some things, but more so from the asks i got in the early days, and some movie idea drafts.

All the short comics done in the last year, especially the ones that are listed in my pinned post, are canon and fall somewhere in the timeline. They’re like supplemental reading though—extra meat to give the world and the characters more personality. They do have particular backstory plot and important info in them, but nothing that shouldn’t eventually be re-visited/repeated in the main story.

um I hope that cleared up some things! I know it’s kind of a crazy amount of lore. I’ve tried my best to organize it in the pinned post, huge timeline, and search bar tags, but I know it’s getting harder and harder for newer ppl to jump in as it just get bigger. Thanks for reading regardless!

[starsoftheeye]

TMagP 17 Reaction

Pre-Episode

I've discovered that acting disinterested literally makes the episodes show up earlier on my youtube account, so I've gotta play mindgames on this app every thursday to get to see the episodes less than half an hour after they release lol

Pre-Statement

Ah Celia is back on her bullshit

Wait did she just nearly get ran over???

I feel bad for laughing at her but her only reaction being "Oh for gods sake" is super funny to me how long has she been doing this

oh hi sam

oh god she missed their date :[

something tells me a habit is going to be made of this, especially considering she literally cannot help it

"it really wasn't" yeah no wonder you nearly became roadkill

theyre so cute i love them

ooh shes mad

Statement

"catalyst" huh, have we heard that before or is this the first time

pfft not the interviewer getting read to shreds

wild theory before i keep going, based on the title "saved copy" and the "identity crisis", "existential horror", "temporal distortion" and "captivity" tags, im going to assume that this person going to therapys having the details of their life copied somewhere for something to replicate and replace them, and the doctors gonna attempt to get rid of them but obviously it didnt work. either that or the guy outside the office does something

as someone whos never done meditation before this is not encouraging me to start

ah office spaces, the worst of cosmic horror

wait did they get teleported or something

tbf if my taxi driver started driving completely the wrong way i'd assume the worst and start "exchanging words" too

oh my god was i right

wait is this copy based on their therapy, a version of themselves with no problems whatsoever? and is this gonna be a "there can only be one" type scenario?

oh wait no i forgot siblings exist

wait nvm them having the same name is weird

"dates and times" so this is where the temporal distortion comes in ig

yup

i'm sticking with the "rich-darrien is a copy trying to assimilate into og-darriens life" theory for now

yeah because thats not normal darrien, even if youre related no-one looks completely identical apart from glasses, teeth colour and a lack of a beer-gut

do they both think the other is the copy, or does sharron just not know?

oh god what is he hiding

does he beat up a real person every time hes upset

of course it was his father that makes sense

oh my god the sound design

oh my god he's the one who assimilated thats so cool

good for sharron i hope shes doing okay

off-topic but i love the way the voices get more real as the statement goes on then go back to their more robotic tone at the end

Post-Statement

as a celia fan i am eating well this week jeez

celia my dear what do you mean by that "not exactly the same though, it is?" girlie what have you done what are you hidinggg

alice!

who was playing the music in the background there?

as someones whos computing department in school consists of keyboard with never-before-discovered types of bacteria wedged between the keys thats valid

alice dyer i love you so much

ah the dyhard is dyharding

ah yes the mutual "i'm traumatised and i know you are too but i don't like you enough to give details on mine or ask about yours so we'll just sit and suffer in silence til the ice somehow breaks" dynamic

also colin mention woohoo i love the scottish man

the computer start up noise and power down noise at the beginning and end of every episode kind of makes me think that someone is watching all of this (maybe us, or more likely someone in-universe)

anyway that was fun, i'm doing this late but this was a nice way to spend my first proper off-day since finishing all my exams

[blossoms-phan]

I am a post hiatus newbie with a recently discovered tumblr addiction & wanted to ask your thoughts about something.

Some people now seem very convinced a hard launch is imminent, linked to tour in some way. What do you think the reaction will be if they are wrong? Do you worry that if things are not addressed in the way people want, or that the truth is not the narrative that some fans have convinced themselves to be true, that they may perceive this as anticlimactic and it might turn negative?

it was the night before tit and all through my blog

i finally get around to some last minute replies to hard launch asks

ok so. hard launch schmard launch im not going to get into that whole conversation again bc i feel like everyone on here has said things that i agree with to varying degrees and i have like 10 things i could say about it too. the phouse, big, the interviews, we know you know, like every moment without actually saying it. i think the way that they keep emphasizing the new era, confronting the past, taking back what the internet took from them... the door being opened a little bit more with every recent video, it's pretty obvious that even if we've accepted we Know it just feels like we've reached the time with the tour and everything where a hard launch would just kinda fit in there. imo i don't think it's going to come in the form of them kissing on stage unfortunately but i think, like in the tone of recent vids, there will just be more jokes and stories that make it glaringly obvious that they're together or for example making fun of us for going feral over all these things for years that a normal couple might do. don't get me wrong this is a good question and i think there will always be people who see the negative side of things and will be like "i can't believe they didn't address/say so and so or denied this thing i believed for so long" but i think they know what our expectations are to an extent and they've been very intentional with the theme and promo of the tour- no matter what things end up being revealed or addressed, i think it will still be enough to surprise most people or make us crazy enough that there will be little room for disappointment in what isn't revealed.

does that make sense? i don't know if this is a very good answer but we're going to find out soon enough ig !

[vanillelace]

LOVE, (not really)

𝟏𝟏𝟏 ; warnings: a bit of heartbreak here n there but it’s mainly fluff, slight cursing but I will avoid using profanities, and basically a lot of teasing (offensive), use of word dead / die and other ways of using the word

𝟏𝟏𝟏 ; pairing(s): nishimura riki x fem. reader

𝟏𝟏𝟏 ; genre: Japanese major Ni-ki and Japanese + Chinese major reader, university au, slice of life? fluff, slight angst, academic rivals to lovers

𝟏𝟏𝟏 ; word count: 11760

𝟏𝟏𝟏 ; synopsis: Nishimura Riki hates Y/N’s guts. Unfortunately for him, the two have almost the same classes and friend groups. He swears he hates her, and she swears she hates him. But why do they keep catching themselves staring at each other for a bit too long? It isn’t love, not really.

𝟏𝟏𝟏 ; author’s note: HIII im back and with a new fic! this one’s for @kflixnet ‘s secret Santa and this is completely dedicated to @bobariki (IM YOUR SECRET SANTA 😻🫶) please enjoy this! We don’t really have conversations but I hope to get to know you :) I’m not really an engene so please excuse me 😭 I really hope you like this 🥹🫶 I’m also not a huge fan of academic rivals 2 lovers so 😭😭 

SONG BY ME. DON'T. PLAGIARISE.

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“I hate Nishimura Riki.”

“I hate Y/N L/N.”

The two dialogues were spoken at the same time in different places, by none other than Y/N L/N and Nishimura Riki themselves, respectively. 

For context, it was results day, but the two hadn’t seen their results yet. To manifest one being better than the other, they uttered that negative affirmation over and over to make sure they would top the class (and the other). 

Y/N took a deep breath and walked over to campus, which was near her home, to find the results sheet, which had been pinned about four minutes ago. Please, please let the topper be me. Y/N silently prayed to whoever would listen, making sure to add the ‘please’ twice.

 Around this time, Nishimura Riki also walked over there with a deep breath, his hands in his pockets, silently praying. 

The two caught each other’s eyes and rolled their eyes. “Ugh, it’s you.” Y/N sighed, and Riki shrugged. “Scared?”

“Not. At. All.”

The two stared at the results sheet, scanning briefly. 

“HOW ARE WE IN THE SAME POSITION?” Riki yelled angrily, rubbing his eyes to make sure he hadn’t read the results sheet wrong. “How in the world am I supposed to know, you dimwit?”

“Screw you.”

“No thank you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll find the teacher to ask why this happened.” Y/N flipped her hair and walked away, and Riki groaned. “Wait for me!”

Riki caught up to Y/N. Still confused, he followed her into the teacher’s office, where Y/N requested for the teacher. 

“Hello, Ms. L/N, and Mr. Nishimura. I think you've seen the results?” Without giving either of the two angry students enough time to interrupt, the teacher continued. “The two of you have gotten the same grade. Believe me, all the teachers tried to remove points wherever we could find them, but we gave up. This is generally impossible. But we then thought alphabetical ranking would be.. sad, and unfair, so we gave the two of you a tie.”

“But—“ the two began, but the teacher raised a single finger to silence them. “No. I don’t want a single argument against this. I want to know if the two of you have thought about your university selections? I know for a fact that the two of you have gotten entry to incredibly prestigious universities.”

“Yeah, I have,” Riki began. “I might just join Zephyr University.” Y/N interrupted him, and Riki scowled at her. “No. You can’t. I’m joining Zephyr, and so are the rest of my friends.”

“Oh really? Even the Dreamies are joining Zephyr, so there’s no way I’m backing out.”

“Guess we’ll have to come to a logical agreement then.” Riki said, and grabbed two pencils, quickly sharpening one of them slightly. “I’m sorry, but will you please ask us to choose pencils?”

The teacher sighed, frustrated. “Why are you two like this? Just attend the same university. You can’t seriously be thinking of denying the other a great opportunity. How selfish can the two of you be? I hope you sort things out at Zephyr, because you failed to do so here. And I will definitely stay in touch with the director there, so I will hear about every single thing. And if anything happens, your parents will hear about it.”

The two students gulped, and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

The teacher saw them off, and as soon as Y/N and Riki were out of his sight, they glared at each other. “How dare you, you.. you.. CREATURE?” Y/N shrieked, and Riki flinched. “Your voice doesn’t sound good if it’s high-pitched, Y/N,” Riki rolled his eyes, and Y/N gave him a dirty look. 

“Look, Y/N, let’s listen to the teacher, but let’s stay out of each other's ways. Is that a good deal?”

Y/N considered it for a minute, but relented in the end when she realized that it was, in fact, a great deal. “Ugh, fine. But if I ever see your face again..”

Y/N dragged a finger across her own neck horizontally, and Riki fake-shivered. “Ooh, I’m scared! Mommy, come save me!” Riki yelped sarcastically, and Y/N glared at him. Again.

“I feel like that’s your signature look, Y/N.”

Y/N glowered at him yet again.

“So.. is this how you communicate now..?”

Another glare.

“Okay then. Buh-bye.”

——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

“And then, Renjun, listen! No, wait, listen! Don’t walk away! HUANG RENJUN! RIKI LITERALLY LEFT ME IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THE WAY HOME?”

“..Y/N, you have Google Maps for a reason… you know?”

“..Oh.”

Y/N cringed, as she realized that wasn’t one of her smartest moments. “Anyway, Y/N, you talk about Riki so much. It’s like you’re in love with him.”

Y/N spit out her snack. “Pfft! Me? Love Riki? Yeah, it’s the same as you being in love with me. Never gonna happen. Ever.”

Renjun nodded. “Yeah, totally, definitely.” He scratched the back of his neck and sat down next to Y/N. “The rest of the Dreamies are coming over in another five minutes, apparently Mark’s old car broke down.”

“I don’t get how he got a learner’s permit in the first place. It’s Mark, for crying out loud.”

“Right? I was surprised when I heard that too.” Renjun replied, getting up to search for snacks in his kitchen. 

“When is everyone taking the test?” Y/N asked Renjun, who was in his kitchen, loudly, so he could hear her. “Before university starts, I think.”

“Ah. I’ll take it during university.” Y/N said thoughtfully. “Good for you. Meanwhile, I found ingredients for food.”

“Food!” Y/N jumped into the kitchen and saw Renjun cooking some hot pot. Y/N loved stew made by her parents, and this hot pot was the closest thing Renjun could cook, so he made it whenever Y/N came over. If he had the ingredients, he also made suet dumplings, which were also Y/N’s favorite.

As Y/N helped Renjun cook, the rest of their friend group traipsed into the house, walking straight to the kitchen when they smelt the delicious food.

“I smell hot pot!” Zhong Chenle announced his entry, leaning against the entry to the kitchen.

“Yeah, you do, cause we’re cooking it.” Y/N informed him. “Who’s we? The only cooking you’ve done is tasting the broth. I’m the one cooking.” Renjun told her, and Y/N stuck out her tongue at him. 

“Hey guys!” Lee Minhyung, better known as Mark, dropped on the couch, and the rest of the guys divided themselves between the kitchen and living room. “How do you feel about your results?” Park Jisung asked the house, and everyone collectively sighed. “As usual, we all did great, but did you see Y/N’s results?” Lee Jeno asked, and Jisung shook his head.

“Well, Y/N? Care to elaborate?” Na Jaemin, who was in the kitchen, raised his eyebrows at Y/N. “No, not really.”

“She’s just pissed off that she tied with Riki for first place,” Lee Haechan laughed from the living room, causing Y/N to march into the living room and punch Haechan. “Ow! That hurts, Y/N!”

“No shit, Sherlock. It was meant to hurt.” Y/N said, and Mark laughed. “Hot pot is ready! Do you guys want to eat in the kitchen or the living room?”

“Living room, it’s more comfortable.” Jaemin said, helping Renjun bring the food and dishes with Chenle. “Anyway, we’re all getting into Zephyr, right?” Jisung asked, and everyone nodded.

“Which reminds me. Can’t believe I forgot to tell you guys, but Riki and his friends are also joining Zephyr.” Y/N told the group, who collectively grinned. “I’m sure everyone’s glad Enha will be with us, but you will definitely not be happy about Riki joining them.” 

“Screw you, Haechan. Why are you so annoying?” Y/N asked, and Haechan shrugged. “That’s actually such a good question. But I think it began from home, you know? Like—“ 

“Haechan, it was a rhetorical question,” Y/N cried, rushing to shut him up. One of the — very occasionally — good things about him was that he could talk about anything, even if he didn’t know the topic that well, for a good five minutes at least. So if you got Haechan talking, it would be quite difficult for you to get him to stop.

But then again, that quality had gotten the group out of a lot of pickles, so it was an advantage at times. 

The group chit-chatted and ate the hot pot peacefully, relishing the fact that summer break was about to start. “I am honestly going to get so bored..” Jisung said, and Y/N nodded in agreement.

“Are you guys planning on going anywhere?” Jeno asked everyone. “My mother is asking me to go with her to Shanghai for a vacation. I’m still not sure if I should, but I think it’s worth it.” Chenle mentioned, and Renjun smiled. “I want to visit China too, but I should go with my parents, so I’m not sure how I feel about going alone. My parents are going on a vacation by themselves, as I’m sure I’d have mentioned a million times.”

“You can join me and my mother!” Chenle offered, and Renjun shook his hands and refused. “No, you two should enjoy it. Seriously, go ahead. I’d much rather stay here anyway. With the rest of these fools.”

The rest of the friends watched as the two spoke, eating quietly. “I’m staying here, because my parents are busy at work,” Jaemin said afterwards, and Jeno nodded. “Yeah, same here.”

“I’m staying, I don’t want to go anywhere, quite frankly.” Y/N said, and Haechan and Jisung agreed. “Yeah, I’m just going to rest at home,” Haechan told his friends. “I’m going to Canada for a bit to visit my family.” Mark, who lived alone, told the group.

“Oh, Canada..” Haechan said nostalgically, and Mark laughed and slapped Haechan playfully. “Ah, why?” Haechan yelped, rubbing his shoulder. “Come on, I didn’t hit you THAT hard..” Mark replied, a little concerned. “Uh huh, sure, screw you too.” Haechan answered, and Mark sighed. 

The eight hung out for a bit then left to their own houses. Mark dropped off Jaemin, Jeno and Haechan, who lived near each other, then came back to drop off Jisung, Chenle and Y/N, who lived close by each other. 

“Bye, Renjun!” The three waved Renjun a goodbye as they got in Mark’s car. Mark dropped off Jisung first, then Chenle. “So, Y/N, how do you feel about the Riki incident?”

“I’m honestly not sure. I don’t like it, that’s all I’m certain of.” She answered, and Mark smiled lightly. “I sincerely wish you luck at university. But we’ll be there to support and help you, so I’m sure you’ll be fine.” He assured Y/N, dragging out the word ‘fine’.

“Thanks, Mark. It means a lot. Off topic, but we’re here. Thanks for the ride, too. Bye!”

Mark waved her off and drove away. 

——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

“Hey, Renjun, I’m back.” Mark had decided to stop by Renjun’s place for a bit, albeit impulsively. “Oh, hi. What brings you here?”

“I was just wondering, and mind you, this is just a theory. Should we plan something with Enha? Like, a getaway?”

“That’s.. not a bad idea, Mark. But how? Where? When?”

“We can discuss that with the rest after finalizing the basics of the plan. And also after discussing if we can all afford to travel. Because I was thinking something along the lines of a trip to Europe…”

“WHAT? You have quite high hopes on our money, Mark. Of course we can afford it, but at what cost?”

“Good point. But it’s also a good trip idea. Maybe a bit overrated, but it would definitely be fun.”

“Well, we’ll see. Chenle is going away, and so are you. We’ll discuss it tomorrow. Is that the only reason you visited me?”

“No… I was wondering how you felt about Y/N ranting about Niki. Cause you get quite jealous when that happens, and it happens TOO often.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t exactly do anything about it, so I always deal with it, Mark.” Renjun replied, slightly annoyed. Mark, sensing his boundaries, ended the discussion there and left after a short while.

Argh, I really can’t believe that little shit will be Y/N’s rival at university, too. Renjun thought to himself, shutting the door behind Mark.

 ——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

“Good morning!” 

“Who the hell are you?” Y/N yelled to the unknown voice, grouchy because she was woken up by some fool at… 8 in the morning.

“Ouch, I can’t believe you don’t recognize your best friend’s voice. It’s me, Huang Renjun, you dimwit.”

Y/N hesitated, then jumped out of bed, staring down her window to see her father and Renjun staring back up at her. “Good morning, my lovely daughter. Renjun here wanted to discuss a trip that you had apparently planned and not informed me about, but I approve.”

“Wha—“

“Ah, well, don’t mention it, Y/N. You’re welcome for convincing your father and mother. She left early for work, by the way. Anyway, you coming? We’re meeting at Mark’s place. I’m here to pick you up, too. Such a helpful friend, right?”

“Yeah.. helpful..” Y/N muttered, walking away to have a shower and get dressed, as her father let Renjun in the house to have some breakfast.

“So, Renjun, this trip to Europe, will it be with Y/N as the only girl?”

“Well.. we don’t really have any other girls in our group.. I could ask if Haechan’s younger sister or Jeno’s elder sister would want to join, but I don’t think they will.”

“Ah, I see. I think I’ll feel better if there’s another female in the group, so see what you can do.”

Shit. Renjun cursed mentally, but nodded. “I’ll try my best, sir. Anyways, what’s for breakfast?”

As Renjun wolfed down waffles, Y/N walked downstairs, attempting to brush her hair. “Waffles? Great. Thanks, Dad.”

“You’re welcome, but you should thank your mother. She cooked them and went off, but I’m reheating them for you.”

Y/N grinned and sat next to Renjun, grabbing a plate piled with waffles. As her father walked upstairs to get dressed to leave, she immediately interrogated Renjun.

“What’s this I hear about a trip?” She asked him, looking very angry. “Yeah, uhm, just go with it, okay? We’re going to Europe, but we’re not sure when. But I don’t know if you’re going to come because your dad wants another ‘female’ in the group.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

“I’M SORRY! I know I should’ve spoken to you about the whole thing but I thought it would make a nice surprise.”

“Uh huh..” Y/N trailed off, finding her waffles more important than the conversation that was running.

——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

At Mark’s place, there was chaos.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, EUROPE?” Five boys yelled, and Mark covered his ears hastily. “Shut up. This is for your own good. Believe me. We need it. University is actually going to whoop our asses.”

“Yeah, right. More like you want to watch us try and fail miserably at trying to speak French. Oui, oui. I know.”

“Haechan, it’s not always about you and your — quite honestly — unhealthy obsession with French, okay? Let Renjun and Y/N get here, and THEN we’ll talk. Until then, shut up. Thanks.”

Haechan frowned and stormed off to the backyard, in an attempt to cool off — which, by the way, failed miserably as it was summer, so all that did was heat him up even more and force him to get back in the house — as the rest waited for the two to enter.

“I actually like the plan. Even if we all don’t go, I’ll go by myself.” Chenle, the richest, mumbled to himself, and Jisung stared at him repugnantly. “You’re such a traitor..”

“Hey, you guys!” Y/N rushed in, sensing the hostile environment and deciding to act as the diplomat for the day. “Y/N! Thank you!” Mark exhaled, running to thump Renjun on the back. “Hey, Mark. You didn’t have to.” Mark smiled in response, settling down.

“So, Y/N, we’re going to assume you know about the plans of the trip. Wait right here and think about what you’re going to say on the topic while I go get Haechan.” Jeno spoke before he left the room.

“Uhm, okay..” Y/N agreed, slightly confused, and did exactly what Jeno asked her to do. 

“Mark, I do NOT have an unhealthy obsession with French.” That dialogue was the way the group realized Haechan was back and still mad. “Yeah, Mark, apologize.” Jeno said, rolling his eyes behind Haechan. “Ugh, fine, Haechan, I offer my sincerest apologies for saying you have an unhealthy obsession with the language of France, known as French or Français. Please accept this apology and forgive me.”

“I don’t think I will.”

“Fuck you. Anyway, Y/N, Renjun convinced your parents, right? What’d they say?”

“They said fine, actually—“ Y/N began, only to be interrupted by Renjun, who had forgotten to tell Y/N what her father had told him. “Oh, Y/N, they said fine, but they want another girl to guarantee your safety.. and other girl stuff.”

The group fell silent. “Oh.” Y/N said.

“So.. I was going to ask if either Jeno’s sister or Haechan’s sister would join..” 

“Yeah, no.” The two answered in unison, and Renjun sighed. 

“I just had an idea. Why don’t we invite Jungwon and his friends?” Jisung piped up, and everyone looked at him. “Yeah, almost all of them have sisters. And I know Y/N gets along with Konon.” Chenle added.

“What confuses me is how she gets along with Riki’s older sister but can’t stand Riki himself.” Jisung said, and Y/N rolled her eyes. “She’s fun, and she doesn’t want to compete with me. She isn’t competitive, not at all.” Y/N reminisced about her friend, whom she hadn’t met in a while.

“But if we invite them, you do realize Niki will be coming too, right?” Chenle asked her, and Y/N paused. “Oh. My. God.

“Guys, you can go ahead. I not. I can’t. I no go.”

——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

In the end, the group did not go ahead with the plan because someone couldn’t stand going to a beautiful place and seeing Nishimura Riki’s face there. 

“You are such a party-pooper, Y/N.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Haechan, you try hanging out with your nemesis in The City of Love, Paris.” Y/N was mad, and she made sure Haechan understood that. “Oh, please, Y/N. You didn’t even consider it!”

It had been a week since the discussion had been opened — and closed almost instantaneously — and the boys were constantly annoying Y/N about the way she shut down the Europe plan single-handedly with a snap of her fingers. 

“I did consider it, and I’m considering it now. I changed my mind! Instead of no, it’s a definite no.”

Haechan grunted and got up, irritated. “Well, I’m sorry, I told you guys to go by yourselves, right? Go.” Y/N called after him. The rest of the guys were involved in the football game they were watching, which explained the ignorance to something they considered deeply important to them — the trip to Europe.

“I think I’ll leave, you guys.” Y/N got up. They were at Chenle’s house, which was a walkable distance away from her place as long as it wasn’t summer. A person could melt in that heat.

“Ah, why?” They paused their game to look at Y/N, complaining all at once about how she didn’t spend time with them because she was always at home alone. “Shut up, you guys. I’m not going away permanently. I’ll walk myself out. Shut the door behind you!”

She walked as fast as she could to get home, and let herself in her house. There were less than 15 days left until university started, and she was concerned about her major. She had chosen economics at first, but then realized her heart wasn’t in it. And also because she hadn’t taken the subject at school either, she had to change her mind, fast.

She was considering Japanese as a major, but wanted to pick another major so she could show off and also keep herself busy. The only other majors she could pick and manage to handle would be English, Chinese, Accounting or Visual Arts. She was not confident of her arts, so she scratched it out. And English as a major would not be fun, which would put her off. Of course, she would easily grab herself an A* grade, but what was the fun in that? No, she needed to struggle.

Chinese it would be, then.

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A week until university began, and the Dreamies were hanging out. “Guys, what are you going to major in?” Renjun asked the friends, and Y/N replied immediately. “Chinese and Japanese.”

“Woah, double major! Nice. I’m picking Dance.” Jisung said, and the group wasn’t surprised at all. Jisung was well known for his dance abilities, especially his popping skills. “I’m picking Music.” Haechan said, and Renjun nodded. “I’m also taking Music.” “I’m taking up Fashion Design.” Chenle spoke up. “I’m taking Journalism,” Mark announced, grinning. “You? Journalism? Woah. I’m taking Visual Arts.” Jaemin informed the group, who smiled and turned to Jeno, waiting for his answer.

“Guys, this might come as a surprise to you.. but I picked Veterinary Sciences.”

“Not really a big surprise.” Haechan immediately said, and the group murmured their agreement. “Yeah, sweetie, it was expected, but you’ll be taking the studies of sciences, and we’ll be all students of the arts.” Jaemin said, and Jeno sighed. “Yeah, I know. I’ll be busy most of the time, and I feel so sad about it. But we’ll meet, right?”

“Yeah, duh, you goof!” Mark said. “Who even uses goof anymore?” Chenle asked Mark, who shrugged. “Oh, shut up, Chenle.”

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The day before university began, the group met up with their other group of friends, who called themselves Enha. Enha consisted of seven friends — Lee Heeseung, Park Jongseong (better known as Jay),  Sim Jaeyun (better known as Jake), Park Sunghoon, Kim Sunoo, Yang Jungwon, and (the Dreamies liked calling him Y/N’s favorite person) Nishimura Riki. 

“Hi, you guys! What’s up?” Jake greeted everyone, who were busy grabbing seats at the friend groups’ favorite café. “Nothing, really.” Jay replied on behalf of everyone, who nodded.

“You guys are boring. Why do I even hang out with you?”

“Because you don’t have friends.” Haechan answered, and Jake sighed. “Fair enough. I really hope you guys picked your majors.”

“Course we did. I’m doing Music with Renjun, Chenle is taking Fashion Design, Jaemin is taking Visual Arts, Jeno is taking Veterinary Sciences, Mark is taking Journalism, and Y/N is going to be a double major in Chinese and Japanese.” Haechan answered

“What.” Niki looked up and stared Y/N in the eye. “Wha-?” Y/N asked, too tired to argue. “I’m majoring in Japanese. How could you major in it too?”

That was when things went nuclear.

“Not everything revolves around you, you fool. I took Japanese because I wanted to master it and show it off to people, because I will put in effort. Did you expect me to read your mind? Huh? Like, ‘Oh! Riki is taking Japanese! I will sacrifice my passion for him!’ Why did you take Japanese, anyway? You speak it incredibly fluently. I would say you speak it a bit too fluently.”

“Hey! I didn’t expect you to read my mind. I thought it’d be obvious. Yes, it’s my native tongue, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to learn its culture and history. I love history, and you should know that. Because that’s the one subject I manage to keep defeating you in. And don’t you ever call me a fool. I never asked you to forfeit your passion. I wouldn’t have taken Japanese if I knew that’s your passion. As far as I’m aware, you never mentioned Japanese even once.”

The group, meanwhile, was watching the conversation play out like table tennis, their heads whipping from one side to another.

“Ah, culture and history. You? Learning culture? I would never believe that, even if the Presidents themselves declared it to the world. And, for your information, I don’t share all the information I have about me with people I consider my rivals. That’s literally rule number one in Not Being Foolish. Of course, you wouldn’t understand, because you are a huge fool. Did you hear me? F. O. O. L.”

“That’s it. I’m leaving. Do you not realize that learning your culture is a thing? You know what? I’m breaking Clause 1 of our rule book. Fuck. You.”

“How dare you? I’m breaking it too. Fuck you.”

The two stormed out of the café, only to realize they were headed in the same direction. Neither party wanted to concede, so they ended up staring in opposite directions while standing outside. The group of friends, meanwhile, were happily sipping their drinks and eating, being used to such arguments. In their experience, they’d either never make up or make up after ages. Till then, they would enjoy their time and keep them away from each other. 

After their café outing, the two enemies were still standing outside the café, much to the annoyance of the owner of the place, who was constantly seen trying to be the diplomat for the two and failing miserably each time. The rest of their friends walked out, and they rejoined their respective friend groups, waving goodbye to the others and glaring at each other angrily. They then proceeded to storm off as fast as possible into the cars of the drivers of the friend groups.

“I can’t believe I have to see his face in almost all my classes.”

“I can’t believe I have to see her face in almost all my classes.”

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“Good morning, class! We’ll be starting our Japanese Studies class tomorrow. For now, I want to test your level of Japanese. People who don’t speak it fluently but want to learn only the history, this class is not for you. The Japanese Culture and History class begins at 12 noon. Those who speak Japanese at a beginner or intermediate level, yes, this class might be the one you’ve taken, but I hope you’ve also opted to get Japanese tutoring with me after school. For those of you who have, the tutoring is on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, between 6-7 PM. You may stay back or leave and return, but please make sure to attend. For those of you who speak at an advanced level, I’m glad! You don’t have extra classes to attend. 

“Welcome, all my students! I hope you are ready to learn more about Japanese, a beautiful language and culture. I will be your teacher for Japanese Studies and Japanese Culture and History. Japanese Studies is the literature and language part of Japanese offered at Zephyr University, and if you speak Japanese fluently, and want to master it almost completely, you’re in the right place. I’m your professor, and we will have a quick quiz to try and figure out your level of Japanese understanding. This will be a written test that involves listening, reading and writing skills. I don’t want to test your speaking skills at the moment, since even the most confident Japanese writers have trouble with speaking the language. If you’re ready, I’ll give out the test papers.”

It was a vaguely sunny Monday morning, and the day had barely begun. But it was already going bad for two people, called Y/N L/N and Nishimura Riki, who considered each other their enemies, but had ended up sitting next to each other. When the two realized that they would have to spend the rest of their degree next to each other, they bowed politely and shuffled as far to the edge of the shared seat as they could. They shook hands and agreed not to bother each other unless it was for coursework, and clamped their mouths shut.

The two wrote and passed the test with flying colors, and were pronounced ‘Japanese speakers whom I need to befriend’ by the professor, who looked too proud to be real. The students thanked the professor and smiled at each other as fakely as possible to pass as a smile to the professor’s keen eyes, and sat yet again on the edge of the shared seat.

After class, the professor stopped the two at the door. “I hope to see you two interact more often, and I hope to interact with you two too. I’m glad to have such students in my class. The other advanced learners will not be paired with you two for group projects. I’ll probably have the intermediate learners be with you, so that they learn something. I hope you enjoyed my class!”

The two enemies attempted to formulate a response that would be appropriate, half-succeeded, and ran away from each other like their lives depended on it.

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“Bro, I swear, Renjun, I might just slap Niki if I get compared to him in class.” 

“But Y/N, the professor is the one comparing you.”

“Yeah, well, the professor is sweet. Niki? Not so much. After seeing our performance in his Culture and History class, the professor decided he would ask both of us to dinner with some of his senior students.”

Renjun winced. “Sheesh, getting invited to dinner really takes a lot out of you, right? Especially if it’s an opportunity to create contacts with people who might be useful to you later.”

“Huh. You’re right. When did I become like this? I would’ve jumped at an opportunity to get contacts. Is this what enemies do to you?”

“Maybe. Now, can I please go pee?”

“I’m so sorry. Please go.”

It was lunchtime, and Renjun had gone to Y/N’s class to pick her up and drop her off at the cafeteria, then go to the bathroom. But Y/N had other plans, so he had ended up listening to her rant about Nishimura Riki for about six minutes until he could actually go pee. ‘The things I do for someone I like..’ he thought to himself, running away from Y/N.

Meanwhile, the Dreamies were waiting for the two best friends in the cafeteria, having reserved a table next to none other than Enha, unfortunately for Y/N.

“Where the heck are they?” Mark asked, getting impatient. Renjun had forced the Dreamies to sit and not grab their lunch till the two of them got there. Y/N was taking her own sweet time to walk, deep in thought, while Renjun had run to the other side of campus because all bathrooms in their side were undergoing maintenance checks.

After five minutes of impatient foot-tapping, Renjun arrived, and much to his shock, Y/N hadn’t arrived. “Did Y/N really not show up?”

“Yeah, she did! She’s right here, sitting next to Karen, my daughter.” Haechan said sarcastically, not forgetting to add a bunch of curse words under his breath. “If you’ll excuse me, Renjun, I will go eat.” Jaemin said, who was pissed off because of how his classes went. The table followed, leaving Renjun to call Y/N repeatedly, who had just made it outside the cafeteria door.

“Where were you?” Renjun asked her when she finally sat, and she sighed. “Sorry, I was daydreaming.” “Which is an acceptable excuse any other time, but after making me wait to pee and making the table wait to eat, it isn’t even remotely okay.”

“I’m sorry, I swear. I’ll go get my food.” Y/N got up to join the long queue, leaving Renjun to save the table for themselves and go hungry.

‘The things I do for someone I like..’

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Before they knew it, a week had flown by, and it had been a hectic week indeed. The first years had clubs to join, parties to throw, exams and quizzes and tests to pass, assignments to hand in, sleep to get, food to eat, fun to have, friends to make, but no time. The first ever party had already been thrown, but being the academic overachievers they were, Y/N and Niki had stayed back, leaving their friends to tell them each and every detail of the party.

“I don’t drink alcohol, ever.” Niki shrugged when his friends came back, and they sighed, “This wasn’t an alcohol party. We don’t do underage drinking. It’s not cool.”

“Oh. Well. Um. I had to study, we have a test coming up—“

“Save the lies, we had a bunch of Japanese majors in the party. And before you mention Sociology, we had Sociology takers too. You don’t take any other classes, so you find yourself in a sticky position right about.. now.” Jungwon told Niki, settling down on Niki’s bed. “Ugh, I hate you guys sometimes.”

“The feeling’s mutual, sometimes.” Sunghoon assured him, taking a seat next to Jungwon, on the bed.

“How was the party?” Niki asked, choosing to ignore the statement. “It was fun, but I saw the Dreamies without Y/N. I think you both are perfect for each other.” Sunoo commented casually, attempting to make his hair sit flat. “Yeah, no, don’t ever say that again.” Niki replied, a bit annoyed.

“Okay then. Anyway, I’m going to go, I need my sleep.” Sunoo said, leaving after waving everyone goodbye. One by one, everyone left Niki’s room, leaving him alone.

He scrunched his eyebrows, running a hand through his hair.

“Shit, are we perfect for each other?”

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A similar showdown went on in Y/N’s room, where the boys had gone after the party. After assuring Y/N that they had never consumed alcohol, ever, they proceeded to tell Y/N that Niki hadn’t been at the party either. Haechan made the grave mistake of stating that Y/N and Niki were perfect for each other.

“Bye, Haechan. I hope you lose your way home and step on a Lego.”

“I’m just pointing out what’s obvious.” Haechan shrugged, leaving the room without another word after seeing the look on Y/N’s face. Eventually everyone left, and Y/N sighed.

“We can’t be perfect for each other, right? Shit, are we?”

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After that conversation with their friends, the two enemies went from enemies to just plain awkward. Their friends’ words repeated in their heads like a mantra, and took up a fair amount of space in their minds. 

Another person who was haunted by the sentence was Renjun, who couldn’t shake the feeling that something would happen that would cause him to be forced to not like Y/N anymore. 

In almost no time, midterms season began, and the two friend groups, Enha and the Dreamies immediately dispersed to study on their own. They had tried the method of group study, but declared it useless when they got their eleventh grade midterm results. The groups had decided to never speak of that day ever again.

Exams were hectic, but what was more stressful for Y/N and Niki was that one sentence said by two people but with the exact same words. Coincidence? They thought NOT.

The only time they properly spoke was when the midterms results came out. “Congratulations, Y/N.” Niki said, attempting to shake her hand but changing his mind halfway, using his stretched hand to rub his head instead. “Thank you, Riki.” Y/N replied, equally awkward. Their friends watched the little exchange, incredibly confused. Where were the backhanded insults?

They decided to investigate by themselves. Enha recounted their conversations with Niki, and the Dreamies recalled conversations with Y/N, trying to find anything weird. Eventually, the conversation came to the night of the party. They spoke about the sentence, and realized they had messed up big time.

“Woah, Sunoo, we’re a match made in heaven!” Haechan exclaimed, and Sunoo shuddered. “No offense, but I really don’t —“

“Oh, let me have my moment.”

They discussed the problem and concluded that they’d just have to wait it out.

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How long would they remain waiting, though? It was really getting rather boring. How could one sentence affect two enemies so deeply? Unless..

No, they couldn’t possibly be developing feelings for each other.

No.

Those were the thoughts in Renjun’s head, as he walked to pick up Y/N from class as usual. “Y/N, are you sure you still hate Niki? I haven’t heard you rant about him in months..”

“Of course I don’t like him. Anyway, what’s for lunch?”

Renjun didn’t miss the not-so-subtle conversation change, but didn’t comment for his own mental stability. If his long-time crush was crushing on her long-time enemy, he would rather die than know. “Ah, I think they have hotpot. But you know we shouldn’t risk it. What if it’s bad?”

“What if it’s good? I think taking risks is good. We didn’t have it last time but everyone loved it. Besides, it’s made by the Chinese Culture students, and I’m one of them. Don’t worry. And yeah, yeah, I haven’t tasted it.”

“Ah, fine. Just for you.” Renjun offhandedly commented, but didn’t realize the full extent of what he’d said until a few seconds later. But Y/N had already moved on, and his heart broke, just a little bit.

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It was the time of the year when the students would be assigned groups for their group projects that counted toward 40 percent of their grades, and Y/N had two groups to balance out. Unfortunately, as she had anticipated but hoped against, the person she was most awkward around, Nishimura Riki, was in her group for her Japanese project. 

“So, what do you guys think we should do for the project? The professor has given us full freedom as long as we have a presentation.” Y/N gulped her personal life and put on her professional behavior. She never mixed work with personal stuff.

Their group consisted of Y/N, Riki, and two intermediate students: Kim Chaewon and Han Jisung.

“I feel like we can do a presentation on the fashion industry through the years!” Chaewon offered, and Han shrugged. “I’m fine with that topic, but I’ll have you know that I can’t speak on it. So I’m not going to present the topic, but I’m open to do the rest of the work.”

“That’s fine, Han. Riki, do you think the topic is fine?”

“Yes, I think it is.” Riki replied shortly, and the group sighed, relieved. “Well, we have the difficult part out of the way. So we’ll meet tomorrow and discuss the workload. We have a month, right? We can do this.” Y/N, the natural leader, said, and Han saluted her. “Okay. We have dance practice at our club, so we’ll take our leave, thank you!” Chaewon indicated herself and Han, and the two rushed out, as they were running late.

Which left the awkward pair together.

“So.. Y/N, do you have any ideas for the presentation? I’m bad at fashion, but I can try researching.”

“Actually.. I’m crap at fashion, too. But Chaewon is well known for her designs. She’s a fashion design major! But she minors in Japanese. Chenle was telling me she’s their professor’s favorite. So we’ll count on her for the design part. We can figure out the theme of the PowerPoint, and the history part. We can give the PowerPoint making part to Han, because he’s a tech whiz. We can research the history and pop-culture behind trends, and the backstory of the designs!”

Niki smiled at Y/N’s enthusiasm, causing Y/N to ask him what was up. “Nothing, seeing you enthusiastic makes me laugh.” Niki shrugged, opening up his laptop to start researching. What he saw out of the corner of his eyes was Y/N reddening slightly, and that made Niki grin to himself.

The start of things.

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“How did you find the group for your group project? Ours is incredible!” Renjun said, happy that he and Haechan were in the same group with other intellectual students. 

“Yeah, I’m happy. Me, Niki, Chaewon and Han Jisung are in a group together!” Y/N said, smiling at Renjun. 

“Wait. Hold on. Happy and Niki in one sentence? Did something happen?” “No, but Niki isn’t half bad when he isn’t being mean, you know?”

Renjun’s heart broke a bit yet again, but he didn’t say anything.

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“So, hi guys. Han, we sent you a bit of research. Were you able to format it and add it to the presentation?”

“Yeah. I shared you guys the link, just check your mail. And I also added Chaewon’s sketches, so look over it. And who’s presenting?”

“Mostly Chaewon.”

“I’m happy.” The fashion major smiled, and got back to her sketches. “Anyway, this is a bit of a modern take on a kimono that a popular fashion designer created. I've texted you the designer’s details, Han. Just scan this sketch and add the details to the PPT, would you?”

“Yeah, sure, Chaewon. Y/N?”

Y/N, realizing she was caught, blinked herself back to reality. She had been staring at Niki, wondering why something had changed. She couldn’t put a finger on what had changed exactly, but she knew something was up with herself.

“What’s up, Han?”

“Could you just look up this guy’s Wikipedia page? Chaewon says they’re really popular, so I think we should add a slide for the person.”

“Okay, done. You got it.”

“Niki?”

Niki, also realizing he was caught, looked at Han. He had also been wondering what had changed between him and Y/N’s enmity “Yeah, Han?”

“Could you please help out Y/N? I need to finish this slide and get to class.”

“Right, okay.” Niki walked over to Y/N, grabbing a chair and sitting next to Y/N. “What do you need help with?” “Nothing, really. Just help me cut out unwanted information.”

And the group sat to work with each other, proving to be an excellent team. They knew who the professor’s favorites would be, starting next year.

Chaewon and Han ran off to their classes, leaving Niki and Y/N to continue their research. Since their schedules differed, Chaewon and Han worked whenever they could, and Y/N and Niki worked together whenever they could. 

“Niki, I don’t mean to make things awkward, but don’t you get the feeling we’ve changed?” “Yeah, well, people change, Y/N—“

“You know as well as I do that that’s not what I meant.”

“Right.” Niki paused for a bit, and Y/N spun to look at him.

“Do you think it’s more awkward than it used to be between us?” Niki asked, and Y/N sighed. “Yeah, and we aren’t even enemies anymore. I would go as far as to say we’re.. friends?”

“Huh. Strange. I agree that it’s awkward, by the way. It’s just, Sunoo said something that spooked me.” “Funny. Haechan said something that creeped me out too.”

“Wait..”

“Sunoo said that we’re meant for each other, didn’t he.”

“Holy shit.” Niki’s eyes widened, and he immediately turned back to his laptop, leaving Y/N to contemplate her life, yet again.

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“Sunoo, why would you say that?”

Y/N had decided to personally pay a visit to Sunoo, who was extremely lost. “Ah, Y/N, unfortunately I say a lot of things, so unless you get specific..”

“About me and Niki being perfect for each other.”

“Ah.”

Sunoo quietly walked away, making Y/N run after him indignantly. “Oi! Just answer!”

“Obviously because you are perfect for each other. In fact, I’d be willing to bet you that Haechan is being harassed by Niki for the same reason that you’re harassing me about.”

“… I’ll call Haechan and ask him.”

Y/N obediently dialed Haechan, who picked up after some time. “Y/N, save me! Niki is running after me for God knows what!”

Y/N sighed and disconnected the call. “Fine, you win. But I don’t like him.”

“Yeah, you don’t.” Sunoo agreed, walking away. “Yet.”

Meanwhile, Haechan was hazardously running around campus while Niki chased him, shouting, “Get back here, Haechan! We need to talk!” 

Eventually, the two boys were exhausted and so they stopped by a tree. 

“Haechan, why’d you..” Niki half-heartedly laid on the grass, catching his breath. 

“Why’d.. what..” Haechan asked, equally exhausted. “Why’d you tell Y/N..”

“What..?”

“That we’re perfect,”

“Ah.” Haechan sighed, sitting down next to Niki. “Look, you both have similar personalities and behavior. The two of you are smart, share the same friend groups and even majors, although Y/N is a double major. I’m sure teachers ship you privately, too. Not that it’s their business, but then again, most teachers make it their business to pair people who are beneficial to each other.” Haechan took a deep breath, tired.

“I see. But I wish you hadn’t. We’re awkward now. In fact, the only reason I confronted you is because we brought this up yesterday. It’s sort of a good thing, since we aren’t exactly enemies anymore, but we don’t exactly feel too comfortable around each other. But we see each other as friends, for the moment.”

“.. did you say for the moment? NIKI, DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON—“

“SHUT UP, HAECHAN!”

Things are in motion.

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“Renjun, and Haechan, how’s your group project?” Y/N asked Renjun at the cafeteria table with the Dreamies. Haechan chose not to speak, instead stuffing his mouth full of rice cakes, leaving Renjun to answer. “Yes, it’s going great. I’m happy with our progress.”

“That’s great! Chenle, I heard from Chaewon that your group is doing amazing so far because that person dropped out. Do you find it fun?”

“Yes! Very much so. That person was annoying us. Thank God the professor realized it and kicked them off our group. Which reminds me. Jaemin, are you glad you’re working solo?”

“Yeah. Listening to my friends’ stories, I can’t help thinking my team projects can wait till second year. But Jeno is the luckiest. They don’t even have a group project in Year 1!”

“Yeah, we don’t. But then again, our major is difficult so.. we need balance.” Jeno said, pretending to levitate. The group laughed at him.

“Mark, how’s Journalism?”

“Eh.. I don’t know. I think I’ll switch majors. You guys remember when I used to compose songs, right?”

“OH, MY GOD! YES! PLEASE JOIN US!” Haechan swallowed his food instantly and clapped his hands together. Renjun nodded aggressively, and Mark grinned. “It’s decided then. I’m switching majors!”

The table cheered, making the cafeteria turn their heads. When they saw that it was the Dreamies, they went back to their food.

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“Niki, Chaewon and Han won’t be joining us today. They have dance practice for two hours, so I asked them to give themselves a rest. We’re almost done, anyway.”

“Ah, that’s fine. I honestly wish we didn’t have to end this project. Working with you guys is so fun.” Niki replied to Y/N. The two were sitting together and researching for their concluding slide and speech, because ‘Two minds are better than one!’.

“Aww. I had fun working with you too.” Y/N replied, smiling at him. Riki hastily looked away, so that Y/N didn’t see him blush. ‘When did I start getting this way?’ He wondered silently. “Thanks!” He said out loud.

“You’re welcome!” Y/N grinned again, and looked back at her computer screen. ‘Jeez, he looks good today.’

“Um, Y/N, can I tell you something then leave? You don’t have to comment. You can just forget it.”

“Sure, go ahead. But now I’m scared. Do you have a grim secret that no one knows about?”

“Grim, yes, no one knows, no. Um. I… kind of like you?” 

Niki got up robotically and walked out of the room.

“I like you too!” Y/N called after him, not realizing that he hadn’t meant it in a platonic way.

——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ             LET’S REWIND!

. . . . . 🛁    [6th Grade]

 “First place, Y/N L/N!” The host yelled into the mic, as Y/N walked up to the stage to collect her award. ‘Woah, she looks so pretty!’ Nishimura Riki thought to himself, watching his crush walk on stage. “Second place, Nishimura Riki!” The host called, and Riki walked on stage too, taking a place next to Y/N. “Ugh, did you cheat?” He asked her, rolling his eyes dramatically. 

“No, I could ask you the same, though. Second place? Really?” She rolled her eyes back at him. 

“Oh, please. Me? Cheat? Yeah, right. You’re just jealous.” Niki replied, smirking lightly. “No, you!”

“Okay, hush now, kids.” The host smiled kindly at the two nemeses, remembering her own time at school.

. . . . . 🛁    [9th Grade]

“Did you really kiss that idiot?” Niki confronted Y/N after school. “Come on, it was just a dare. Why do you care anyway?”

“I don’t.” Niki said out loud, but his heart screamed at him to tell her everything. ‘Yeah, I do care, because I’ve crushed on you for the past three years of my life!’

“This is a waste of my time.” Y/N walked away, leaving Niki alone with his feelings.

. . . . . 🛁    [10th Grade]

The snow was falling, and it was the first snow of the year. Niki was with his enemy by day, crush by night, Y/N. 

“Y/N, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I.. like you. A lot.”

“Aww! Niki, I like you too! In fact, let’s get married right now.”

Niki woke up, and smiled to himself. ‘You fool, if you don’t watch out, you’ll be in love with her and you won’t differentiate dreams versus reality.’

. . . . . 🛁    [11th Grade]

“Y/N, will you please keep quiet? You have done nothing but annoy me the whole class. You are an insufferable know-it-all.”

The teacher was one who was hated by the whole school, including the teachers. But the principal had no choice but to keep him in school, since he was on contract. 

Y/N was being unfairly yelled at, but no one had the courage to help her out. Y/N had tears in her eyes that she was trying to desperately blink to eternal hell, but she was still being scolded.

“Sir, how can you yell at her for your mistakes? She isn’t your assistant. It was your duty to correct and grade our papers. Just because you forgot to do it doesn’t mean you take your anger out on innocent students.” Niki stood up, really annoyed.

Thanks to Niki, the whole class rose against the teacher, and he was put on unpaid leave.

“Thanks, Nishimura. I owe you one.” Y/N said after the issue.

They went back to being enemies.

She still owed him one.

——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ             BACK 2 THE PRESENT!

“NIKI! Wait up!” Y/N had realized quite quickly that the statement was not platonic. However, Sir Nishimura The Bashful had made a run for it, and Y/N was on scouting mode.

“Niki! Wait.” After a bit of running, she found Niki about to run into the male toilets. 

“What? You said I could make a run for it.”

“Look.. I don’t like you in that way. I’m not sure if I will. But things are changing between us. And.. I think I like the change. We’re friends, right? Right now, that’s all we’re going to be. I don’t want to give you even an inkling of hope. Because anything could happen. I’m sorry, Niki. If it’s too awkward, we’ll not hang out anymore. Let’s just finish the project.”

Niki smiled softly. “Y/N, relax. I will like you. My feelings will probably not change. And I’m sorry for being so mean all these years. It wasn’t good. It was toxic. I was trying to mask my feelings and ended up being mean. There’s absolutely no pressure on you. And why would there be? You don’t like me, it’s the end of the story. If you ever do, just know I’m right here. And I’m fine being friends. But I know you’ll find it awkward. So if you ever do, talk about it. Now, I will hide away in the bathrooms. Please do not find me. Thank you.”

Y/N watched as her sworn enemy-turned-liked melted away into the bathrooms, and sighed as she walked away, heart heavy, feeling dejected.

What she didn’t know was that Renjun had seen it all happen. And what she didn’t know was that Renjun’s heart was chipping away bit by bit.

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“Ugh, I just wanna travel somewhere.” Y/N told Renjun, who had been uncharacteristically silent the whole day. It had been two days since the confession, and Niki and Y/N were just projectmates at the moment. “I want to too, but you know we’re busy. Just two more days, then we leave for break, and then we immediately have our exams. Time’s flying.”

“Right, I forgot about the break and exams. Is this the effect of university? Don’t answer that. How’s your project presentation? Is it done?”

“Yeah, it is. Knowing you and Riki, yours should be done too.”

“Yeah! Chaewon is presenting, so I don’t have to worry much. I’m helping Han present, and Nishimura will be helping Chaewon. So I’m just going to relax for now, and the Chinese project is super easy. I picked food culture, which is incredibly easy. My team is presenting tomorrow for Chinese, and Japanese is on the last day.”

“Great.” Renjun replied shortly. Y/N was left confused.

“Renjun, are you fine?”

“Great.” Renjun attempted a smile, which wobbled slightly.

“If you don’t wanna talk, fine. I’ll go.”

‘Don’t go.. I’m sorry.’ 

Was what Renjun wanted to say. Instead, he said, “Fine, I guess.”

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Renjun was just a bit broken. But he would be fine, as always. He was used to the complete cold behavior that Y/N showed sometimes. She wasn’t often sentimental with him, and it seemed like she lacked emotions sometimes.

Renjun liked following his routine. He would wake up, brush his teeth, take a shower, get dressed, go downstairs, read the newspaper while he ate, remind himself not to think about Y/N, think about Y/N, shake his head and revise the previous day’s lessons, then leave. University wasn’t a clear-cut routine, so he went with the flow. The one thing that was routine was him picking Y/N up for lunch.

It was obvious that Nishimura Riki hated him, because Riki had already picked Y/N up for lunch. 

‘He’s competition, alright.’

Renjun had to resort to walking with Haechan, who could be chatty sometimes (read: always). “How are things with Y/N?”

Renjun gasped as if he’d been electrocuted, clutching his heart. “How do you know? Only Mark knew!”

“What? I meant your friendship. Wait, what the fuck?”

“Haechan, do me a favor. Drop me in the ground. I’ll dig a hole for you. Please. All you have to do is watch me crawl then bury me.”

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While Renjun was confessing to Haechan about his true feelings for Y/N, Niki was having fun with Y/N, annoying her so she would tell him her bias in Weak Boy Scouts, the world’s most popular boy band.

“Why are you asking?”

“Because I want to get to know you better. I’m kidding, I need blackmail material.”

“Ugh, screw you. My bias is T.”

“Woah. Mine’s G-sad. He’s an amazing dancer.”

“Yeah, that reminds me. Why didn’t you major in dance? You have a talent, and you’re passionate about it.”

“Well.. Japanese is my mother tongue, and I wanted to respect it. Besides, you were taking it too, so..”

“Wait, you gave up your passion so you could be in the same class as me?”

“No! That was just a bonus. Besides, I do dance. In classes. I work a part-time job at a dance studio, you know.”

“I did not know.”

“… The more you know?”

Y/N enjoyed getting to know Niki, because she was curious. After all these years of being enemies, she hadn’t realized that she and Niki really were eerily similar. Niki loved hotpot too, and Y/N promised to take him to the best hotpot restaurant in their town.

“Well, that was fun. But we have class now, so I’ll leave. You have Chinese next, right? Enjoy.” Niki smiled and waved, picking up his bag and leaving.

Y/N stared after him, wondering why and how everything had changed so drastically.

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“Renjun, you’ve been avoiding me all these days.”

The Dreamies were having dinner together, since it was break and they hadn’t hung out in three days. The others took the dialogue as a cue to leave, and Renjun looked at Haechan and Mark pleadingly. They shrugged as if to say ‘You’re on your own, buddy,’ and left with the boys, crossing their fingers behind their backs.

“Nah, not really. You have been busy. With your new best friend, Riki.”

“Well, I’m allowed to have other friends. He’s not my best friend. You are, and you always will be.”

‘Ouch,’ Renjun thought. “Friend? He has a crush on you. Or maybe he’s in love with you. Friend? I think not.”

“Well, guess what? You’re wrong, Renjun. Friend. He’s a friend. I don’t know how you know about his crush on me, but we agreed to stay friends.”

“Ah, yeah right. You can’t be friends with your crush. Believe me, I’d know.”

And know he did. Even now, he had the urge to apologize over and over for instigating the argument. He never could stand when he argued with Y/N. But he had to stand his ground this time. He didn’t want to let go of what could possibly be his first love.

“You know what? I don’t want to have this conversation with you. I’m leaving. Don’t talk to me.”

“Y/N..” Renjun called after her, but she’d already left.

She’d left with a big chunk of his heart. What else could she possibly take?

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Over time, Y/N and Renjun grew more distant, much to their dismay. They tried meeting, but it had become too awkward. And also over time, Niki and Y/N had grown closer, much to Renjun’s discomfort. He knew he was almost totally to blame, but a small part of him pined for Y/N and the fun they used to have.

‘No, Renjun. It’s time to move on,’ he shook himself, looking in the mirror, attempting to smolder.

‘Yeah, no, you’re in deep shit.’

On the other hand, Y/N did think about Renjun. But in a pissed off way, not in an emotional way. She discussed her problem with Niki, who suggested reaching out to him to discuss the problem.

‘How the hell did it come to this? Me, asking Nishimura Riki, for help?’ She mentally slapped herself, looking at Niki as he explained to her.

“So, you should ask him to talk and discuss your little argument. How is he jealous of you spending time with Chaewon?” 

Y/N hadn’t been completely honest, but what option did she have?

“Anyway, my point is that you should reach out to him first. He’s probably trying to do the same but doesn’t have the guts. So show him who’s more courageous. It’s a power move, for sure.”

Y/N sighed at the prospect of confronting Renjun. She wished it was easy, but it wasn’t. “Thanks, Niki. I appreciate it.”

She immediately shot a text to Renjun, who was debating whether to reply immediately or save his ego.

“Yeah, he said he’ll meet me after his classes.”

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“Y/N, look. I’m sorry. I’m an idiot. Of course you can hang out with Niki. It’s your life. I'm nobody. Enjoy. And this isn’t sarcastic or bitter or anything negative. I’m being honest. I didn’t take the first step this time, but I’m sorry for that.”

“I’m sorry too, Renjun. I know that you meant the best for me. But I trust that Niki will respect me and my boundaries if he likes me that much. So don’t worry, and we’ll hang out more often. I could never forget you at all. You’re my best friend, and have been since the fifth grade.”

And so they made up, no matter how bad the apologies were or how bad the argument had been. 

Things will never be the same.

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Time flew, and it was finals season. Students everywhere were falling ill due to the stress, and the university’s nurse’s office was overwhelmed by the number of students complaining of a variety of illnesses. “Jeez, you would think we’re the only doctors in the city.” The nurse complained to Y/N, who had accompanied Niki to the nurse because he was feeling feverish.

“Yeah, you’re running a fever, kid. A high one, at that. A whopping 103 degrees. What have you been doing?”

“Studying..” Niki replied hoarsely, and the doctor sighed. “Stay in the office, I’ll get the nurse to arrange a bed for you. I’ll give you medicines in a few minutes, there are students I have to treat. I swear, kids these days..”

The doctor trailed off, wiping her forehead as she greeted a horde of students.

“Ah, Niki, why do you do this to yourself?” Y/N sighed, staring at Niki.

“Your phone’s ringing,” Niki ignored her, looking at her phone. “Yeah, I’ll pick it up.”

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Renjun. You busy?”

“Kind of. What’s up?”

“I needed a favor, I’m feeling slightly cold, do you mind dropping in? My parents aren’t in town, and I needed someone’s opinion.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t.. Can you get someone else to come?”

“… You were my first contact, but sure. Thanks a lot, Y/N.”

Y/N sighed, shutting her phone off. “Who was it?”

“No one, Niki, just rest.”

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“This kid has a fever of 104 degrees, what’s happening to kids? I swear.”

Y/N looked up from her phone to see Renjun being rushed into the doctor’s office by Mark and Jisung. “He’d collapsed, but he said something about calling you before he fell?” Mark asked, bewildered.

‘What the fuck?’ Y/N was in shock, but she masked it. “He had called me, but I was with Niki.. so..”

“Where are his friends? I thought you and Renjun were best friends—“

“Hey, just because we’re best friends doesn’t mean there are other people that I can just ditch.”

“Sounds like you’re prioritizing a bit weirdly. Do you have a crush on Niki or something? Because that’s definitely an unacceptable excuse for ditching your best friend of more than 8 years.”

“Shut up, Mark. I’ll apologize later.”

‘Argh, Y/N, how many more apologies can you offer someone with a broken heart?’ Mark groaned to himself, staring at Renjun’s feverish face.

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Many students had to postpone their final paper, but it had all been done and dusted. The teacher from Y/N’s old school had called her to talk about the improvement in her relationship with Niki, which she found strange. 

“Anyway, the teacher was happy. Did the teacher call you too?”

“Yeah, pretty much the same thing.” Niki answered, grinning. 

The students of Zephyr University were on break, and boy, did they plan on having fun.

Much to Y/N’s disappointment, Renjun had not accepted her shabby apology, but had sighed and conceded after a week of not speaking to her. Now, he was in China like he’d wanted to go the previous year, and her only hope was Niki. 

“Niki, if I told you I liked you right now, what would you do?”

It had been a light question, but the look on Niki’s face told Y/N that he had taken it much more seriously than she had assumed he would.

“Why, do you?”

“Well.. I do enjoy being with you, and I think I’ve prioritized you over a lot of stuff, and you are quite attractive, but.. actually, I don’t know. Maybe I do like you.”

“Woah. If you do, I’d say that I’m happy and say that I’d ask you out after we finish our second year.”

“And I’d say okay.”

“Woah.”

“Woah, indeed.”

Y/N smiled. She wasn’t sure if she liked him the way he did, but she did know that she was falling for him day by day. And she told him that, wanting to have a clean slate from the very beginning.

That was where it all started. And ended.

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What started, you may ask? Chaos. Like turning to love. The enemies dating, and rumors flying.

What ended? Ha, what a great question. Y/N’s friendship with Renjun? Nope.

Quite far off. Everyone noticed it happening slowly. But they didn’t want to jinx it. Their academic rivalry was gone, and so was Renjun’s sanity!

“Mark! How the hell did they end up falling for each other? I’m dying to know here!” Renjun fanned himself aggressively with a hand fan he had to buy for the summer heat in China. He was currently with Mark, trying to figure out what he did wrong.

“Oh, I don’t know. The two of them are attractive, smart, quite well off, fun, likable, friendly, funny. What’s not to like?”

Renjun groaned, slumping in his seat. “It’s too late, Renjun. You’re not ever going to confess, are you?” Mark asked him.

No, Renjun decided not to. He would get over it all by himself. He had no choice but to. If Y/N was happy, so was he. And if it meant that she had to be happy without him, so be it. He would do whatever it took to get over her. And if he never found happiness without her, he would have to be satisfied with being friends. 

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Y/N and Niki started dating after their second year of university, as Niki had promised they would. They graduated two years later, with their friends by their side. They stopped at a bachelor’s degree, and now the two of them work as translators.

Mark and Haechan completed their bachelor’s degree, and went on to become a singer-songwriter duo that reached the stars with every song they released. People worldwide loved the Lee duo, and no supporter matched the energy of their friends.

Jeno went on to study for his master’s in veterinary sciences, and became a popular veterinarian. Animals loved him, and his favorite animals to treat were Samoyeds.

Jaemin became an artist, and had a museum dedicated to him and his artwork. He was well known for being the 21st century’s Pablo Picasso. His art was known for having a bunny drawn in the art as some part of it.

Chenle became a fashion designer for his own label, which held the ranks that companies like Prada, Dior, Chanel, were known for. His designs were known for being fresh, light and themed, with something new and key in each of his designs.

Jisung became one of the world’s most famous choreographers and dancers, and also taught dance to students who were willing to learn from him. He traveled all over the world to spread his joy for dancing, but always made sure to keep time aside for his friends.

Renjun became a singer, who composed his songs by himself. The Lee Duo and Renjun collaborated often, and the lyrics of their first song together became viral for the relatability and sadness, while the beat went viral for giving a club-like, fresh energy.

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[DAISY.] Released by Huang Renjun ft. The Lee Duo

               Prod. MARK

              Performed by Huang Renjun and HAECHAN

              Written by Huang Renjun

My first love, you were like a daisy

Soft and tender, so why’d you drive me so crazy?

You were my one-sided love that hurt forever

We used to be best friends, but you probably don't call me that anymore

If you’d call me now, I’d run to you whenever

For you and I, for you and I 

You never loved me but I’ll always wonder what could’ve been in store

I’d run to you in the blink of an eye

For you and I, for you and I

I’ve loved you so much, no, I can’t lie

For you and I, you and I 

Our time was a fresh breeze in July

For you and I, you and I,

My first love, you were like a daisy

A daisy like you I’ll never find

Are your memories of me now hazy?

My love that never worked out in the end

We used to be best friends, but you probably won't call me that anymore

I swore to maintain our friendship instead

For you and I, for you and I 

You never loved me but I’ll always wonder what could’ve been in store

I’d run to you in the blink of an eye

For you and I, for you and I

I’ve loved you so much, no, I can’t lie

For you and I, you and I 

Our time was a fresh breeze in July

For you and I, you and I,

And then I’ll remember our times together

A daisy like you I’ll never find

The feelings I had for you, so tender

Sometimes the what ifs get to me

But oh, never mind, never mind

I wish I could set myself free

A daisy like you I might someday find

And I promise to take care of it like I did

Goodbye, my daisy, be alright.

To you, my daisy, goodbye I bid

Never mind, never mind,

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THE END.

[stormblessed95]

Addressing Everything

So by now, most of you have probably seen all the drama that is occurring for the past week. I've been aware of it since it started. I haven't said anything as I was hoping it would die down on its own, but that's clearly not happening.

Mrs-monaghan, along with a few others do not like me. She thinks I'm toxic, a bully, forcing people to agree with me or get blocked, etc. I don't regret my choice to block people when I block them, and I will continue to utilize the block button whenever I feel the need to. I will say that I am not blocking anyone for a difference of opinion. I'm blocking someone when I feel the need to remove their posts or comments from the content I consume on this site, my content is part of that consumption and interaction i have on here. I am a believer in curating your timeline to best fit you. That is what I'm using the block button for. I don't want to see hateful posts, I don't need people in my comments calling me names either for my opinion. I've always been willing to agree to disagree and a lot of the times, the comment section in my posts over more "controversial" topics shows that.

Alot has been claimed about me being different in DMs than I am on the timeline. I don't think that's true. I'm usually more willing to discuss things more in depth and have a more lengthy back and forth discussion over a topic in DMs than I am in an anon ask. But that is something I've also made clear in many of my posts. I also do generally curse more in my language as its vernacular that i use a lot in my daily life and ill have more typos/be less polished. Which I think is fair during a less formal conversation. I am also more than willing to post Screenshots of my DM history with Mrs-monaghan if anyone feels the need to see them since that has been a sticking point for her. I don't mind. I dont want to, but not because im worried about it, but because i didnt/dont feel the need to continually fan the flames of all of this or fight with her about it. She is entitled to not like me and i dont need to try to convince anyone otherwise.

I don't think anyone should be name calling when addressing another blogger and if the name wasn't intended to be derogatory, then it could be changed when making future comments about them, now that other people have gotten involved. I do think that should be said. Call me what you want, but if a mean idc about you nickname is derogatory in nature and it's not intended to be, maybe come up with something else. But honestly, none of this is really the point of my post here right now.

I've seen all the mean posts being made and sent in about me after I said I would start blocking people for shady posts against Tae (shady, not critical or questioning, but posts that were rude and mean in nature.) And honestly, that's fine. I cannot control what other people think or how they feel about me. They are all entitled to those opinions and feelings. I wont lie that i was a little surprised at some of the people who participated in these posts and signed off on them. But thats okay.

I did not and still do not want people going to her blog or any of the others who have said things to defend me or shame anyone in anyway. Losing followers if people believe their posts is okay. I've never been here for the numbers. I can't control what people do or say about me and I don't want to. If people end up not liking me because of that, that's honestly okay. I don't need people Bullying (in anyway you want to consider the word) anyone in defense of me. I don't appreciate that. If i get an ask and I answer it with my opinion and it disagrees with other peoples, that's where I want that to end. I don't need anyone telling other bloggers I'm right and they are wrong. It's all just opinions in the end. I've never wanted anyone to use my posts as a way to argue with other people. Everyone can choose to engage and interact with the content on here that they choose and how they choose to do so.

I do just want anyone else here to know that if I have offended or upset anyone on here, I am always willing to talk about it. My DMs have been open for that reason. I am willing to agree to disagree if that energy is also returned. I'm willing to bend on a lot honestly. I won't apologize for blocking the people who have been interacting with posts that are hateful to me or about how they don't like me. That is something I am doing for my own mental well being and safety. I don't need people who actively dislike me around me. And I think that is fair.

That's all. Just if anyone is making more posts or going to plan to send in asks, I'm asking you not to and to let it go. I don't need to change anyone's mind about me. They are free to not like me as much as they want. That's okay. I don't need anyone defending me.

Thank you for reading if you got this far. If you choose to unfollow, that's fair and totally up to you. I hope everyone has a good day.

[kawaii-butt-crust-core]

Random HB headcanons / thoughts I guess

(tw for some sexual mentions and cursing )

Mammon fucking HATES jingle bell rock

Asmodeus sending fizz "send this to someone you love!" Type of videos and fizz sends shit like this

Just the thought that asmodeus ( the embodiment of lust ) believes love is not love without consent is honestly a great detail

Also thinking about how fizzarolli has eyebags

Millie can use a bow and arrowwwww

I think the human versions of blitzø and his family are indigenous, idk the nose and the skin tone, it might be a long shot but I like the idea yk

Also love seeing indigenous characters

Stolas loving outer space that's canon right

Imagine him as a kid just reading a shit ton of books about space and in any occurrence it's brought up now you know how the universe is going to end

Blitzø: I just need space-

Stolas: SPACE???????

I think after Octavia gets out of her super angsty teenager phase ( do not come after me I know it's more than an angsty "mom leave me alone I wanna be famous" thing, I'm kidding ) she would really like indie music

Like indie rock if that makes any sense

" with ♥️ from Ozzie " ON EVERYTHING OZ GIVES FIZZ URGAJF

I'm sorry but there neeeeeddsss to be more Millie appreciation

I kinda wish there was an episode that centers around her yk ?

Do you think imps nipples are white too like scars and freckles or am I weird

Ozzie posting on everything " YES THE RUMORS ARE TRUE THIS IS MY FUCKING SOULMATE" because for some reason there was a lot of controversy and debate if it was real or not

Then next to it it's a picture of him and fizz

People were PISSED

I thought mamom was played by bluey's dad bandit if I'm being completely honest I'm so sorry

Millie is spider man moxxie is hello kitty

Stella likes soup. What is she eating now? Oh some fucking soup. What's wrong with her icecub- SHE FROZE THE SOUP TO MAKE ICE CUBES-

Loona has a very bad picking at her skin habit, not really with her face but with her legs and arms ( human form obviously )

I LOVE HOW MUCH BLITZØ LOVES LOONA IM SORRYYYY

Fizz posting " FUCK ALL OF YOU" on all of his socials , deleting everything ( especially the sexually explicit things )

I think being a part of the circus is equivalent to trailer trash in hell

I mean look at em

I love it

Human form Ozzie would have THE MOST luscious hair ever

This image just says so much about them as a pair it kills me

The way the animators just go above and beyond is just amazing to me

How did fizzarolli get the 2 minutes notice thing planned so quickly...........

" IM A KLOWN BITCH🤪 IM A KLOWN BITCH🤪🤞🏼"

Fizz over sharing as a teenager ( not projecting )

THAT ONE SCENW QITH STOLAS MOVING STELLAS HAND LITERALLY MADE MY FUCKING JAW DROP HOLY SHIT

HES LITERALLY TAKING BACK HIS LIFE

fizz really thought in "oops!" That he wasn't gonna make it out of the fire again

Like bro just put his knees to his chest and CRIED

IDK RHATS SK SAD TO MEEEE

Speaking of fizz how did that mark in the next episode get there? What was that? Idk if it was maybe a bruise from.. something.. I don't wanna say it was from mamon because that would defeat the purpose of his character being EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE and that emotional abuse is still abuse, but idk some people said it might be because of him?

Can you tell I'm obsessed with fizzarolli

The sexual harassment rep.... People who have experienced sh usually think "it's not as bad as *other s3xual trauma* so I'm just being dramatic" ( I say this from experience ) but it ABSOLUTELY IS AND SHOULD BE RECOGNIZED. It's still something you're not comfortable with. Fizz brushing it off as "oh well they're just fans who express their love differently!" Should not have been taught to him.

I'm not slightly projecting again. Nuh uh

Ozzie can play saxophone. He just gives me the vibe.

MILLIE CANNOTTTT KEEP A PLANT ALIVE FOR SHIT BRO

MOXXIE?? UH MAYBE A MONTH. 2 MAX. MILLIE? ITS DEAD WITHIN A DAY.

Loona: I AM NOT PUTTING THAT ON

blitzø: JUST ONE FUCKING FAMILY PICTURE LOONA-

Beezlebubs design just screams if kesha. Even if they didn't mean to.

Millie getting stuck in trees as a kid and being too scared to get down

Was Barbies real name barbie or is that a nickname? Or was it for the sake of the circus ( like blitzøs name being .. well blitzø )

Millie name is short for Amelia maybe? People used to call her Lia but she hated it so much she started writing her nickname Millie on everything.

People saying they hated / thought the stolas human design could've been better can go FUCK themselves HONESTLY

Blitzø and fizzs as teenagers going to their town center and being like "?????? Why is everything so FANCY it's AMAZING"

Octavia can't handle spicy things for SHIT

Look at their British asses

They cough at smelling PEPPER

Stolas just randomly texting Octavia "you're so beautiful darling! Have a nice day <3 -your dad" or "don't forget to eat! -your dad" ( he texts like that IDC )

FUCK STELLA ME AND MY HOES HATE THAT BITCH

Octavia writes poetry! It's actually really good

Okay so I have this headcanon that in the HELLUVA BOSS universe that songs like contoursionist, toxic ( by ashnikko ), tunnel vision and agorah hills, NYMPHOLOGY, and he has this "one last show" thing where he preforms these songs and HE IS SCREAMING SOME OF HIS OWN SONGS

But that would also defeat his character development so I'll just imagine him singing this songs in the car or smth

Mamon having to do some toxic gossip train shit

I WANMA SAY OZZIE HAS TWO OLDER SISTERS BUT IDK IF THAT WOULD WORKKKKK

Millie kills the spider.

I think that may be all okay byeeee

[httpiastri]

im the BIGGEST mclaren fan and oscar fan in the world ever and i dont even have the energy to celebrate oscar's first win (yes bc of the fucked up way mclaren did it but wtv not getting into that) bc of how devastated i am about paul. i just want to give him the biggest hug in the world and tell him its ok and that we all still love him. i hope he knows how much support he has and that making mistakes is ok, its only his rookie season no one expects him to be schumacher or senna or whoever, we just want you to be a happy paul aron :(

seeing him banging his head and looking out into the distance after the crash omfg i will jump off a cliff i swear. hes so hard on himself and i was legit sobbing thinking about how much harder he is on himself (probably) this year after what happened w merc and prema. he deserves so much more omg. the fact that kimi ended up winning the race just made me think of the lacy edits too and omfg i cannot. i love kimi dont get me wrong but what are the chances that paul's win became kimi's instead? i js cant.

and dont get me started on that fucking penalty. he already dnf'd i don't understand the point of them punishing him any further did u not see how mad he was at himself?? fuck you fia fuck. you. cz WHY WHAT WAS THE REASON??? i feel like ive never seen them do that to a driver, usually they cause a collision and dnf they just get time penalties but a TEN PLACE GRID PENALTY?? FOR THE NEXT RACE?? THIS LATE IN THE SEASON?? it just seems SO unfair and so harsh. not agreeing w the grid penalties at all esp when the driver alr suffered from their mistakes but the crash w maloney fine i can kind of understand, but ollie's? sorry but i didnt even see them crash that hard? (or was i half asleep? idk i js literally do not remember seeing it) seriously tho wtf.

i hope his friends, family and team gave him the biggest hug ever. he'll come back stronger ik it! we'll get thru this u guys:(

paul nation family group hug 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

-🧸

this is very valid :(( it wouldve been easier to celebrate if it had been better with the team and whatever, but now it was so easily overshadowed by everything that happened in f2 and i just 😶

to me, most of my pain is based on (just like u said) the fact that i think he's hard on himself, and wants to prove so much after everything that has happened. i just hope he sees the reality; that he's doing super well, in his rookie season nonetheless, and we're all so proud of him. mistakes is okay, shit happens, even max verstappen made a bunch of mistakes yesterday!!

i didnt wanna look at the clips of him in the car nor hear his radio (ive seen the screenshot of him admitting that it was his fault tho) and i saw the clip of him after getting out of the car and i just...... nope. and esp w kimi winning aaaa it made me so happy but-

god i dont understand the penalties like. yes he made a mistake but zane was also going very very slow (on the slower tyres also) so it was hard for him to tell what zane was going to do. like these things happen within even a fraction of a second and you need to trust your instinct and sometimes it doesn't work out? like obvs i cant compare it to any personal experiences in racing but in my own sport i know the feeling of getting a bad pass etc, and something tiny can mess up the entire timing and feeling and everything? so zane just going slower makes a lot of difference :// it's not common that they do this but ive seen it sometimes but this is just so.... gAH!! esp with the thing with ollie because they didn't even show it, so it can't have been THAT important, right?? so stupid

pls everyone gather around for a group hug! with paul in the middle bcs he deserves all of the love!!!!!!! <3<3<3

(oh and just so you know. "we just want you to be a happy paul aron :("........... you actually broke me with that one, i hope you're happy that im crying bcs of you 😭)

[silviakundera]

Joy of Life Season 1 Episode 33 liveblogging

watching for the 1st time, no secrets please ;)

Si Lili is on this trip! 🎉 It's not too late THEY CAN STILL B FRIENDS

Xiao En I am less excited about. But I invite him to prove me wrong. Be interesting!

Lao Fei poisioned his son? Was that on purpose or part of the fuckups?

lol Fan Xian just straight up declaring in front of everyone that Chen Pingping considers him family. I guess the cat's well out of the bag at this point

Taiping Villa..so does his majesty wanna give him advice too?

THEY POISIONED SI LILI MY GIRL?

wait he's proposed to help kill the north qi emperor and xiao en?! that's. alot.

so in the palace he has to be emperor and in the villa he's...... mom's bestie & another uncle? (or bio dad, if we go w the Secret Royal theory)

"come back alive" awwwwwwwwwww all these psychotic men and their attachment issues.

Fan Xian and Jin Ling and their veritable army of uncles

Ok, taking note of our Beiqi antagonists: Shen Zhong (captain of Jinyiwei Guards), Grandmaster Ku He aka Gu He, Haitang Duoduo (Gu He disciple, 9th level master and female saint), General Shang Shanhu (Xiao En's foster son)

we meet Shang Shanhu chewing raw meat. not sure if his eating habits or beard are more disgusting to me

Fan Xian's mission now includes getting Sil Lili and beiqi leader to bang? Lao Fei, this..your assassination tactics are still so sloppy? 😣

the siblings ❤❤❤❤❤

Gao Da the bodyguard appears to be rather adorable. I like his face.

Uncle Wu! !! Investigating mom's villa. The stone in the lake looks both like the key and also a modern dildo. maybe mom just missed the comforts of home.

Uncle Wu is coming !!!!!!!!!!#! nooo he's gonna just fight Gu He off-screen as a plot reason not to intervene when ML is in peril

Xiao En and mom were from the same ice age pod? 🤔🤔🤔 maybe? idk what 'same line' means

I continue to inexplicably like Ga Da. Off to MDL, what residual affection is this? OHHHHHHH from Luoyang!!

Gao Baokun doing his loser shtick. LMAO he hired an assassin trope? oh don't worry he's been reading war books lolololololol

Adorable bodyguard and his fixation on Wang Qinian is gonna get somebody killed. Like I GET IT. I too spent days obsessed with how deeply suspicious this dude is in every way. But let it go my guy. Bigger enemies afoot.

im gonna say it: no matter how badass Xiao En considers himself to be, Wang Qinian is undefeated.