#fabi's foolishness

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I bought a tank top earlier today and have made it my embroidery project

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You know what's even worse than laughing? The knowing smirk.

The only thing scarier than a villain laughing is an author laughing

[fa-by]

Hi Faby I have a question L said that she knew she was queer when she fell in love with her best friend when she was 15 and that her and L started to have a physical connection when she was 15 and I know everyone says that she was talking about C because L met C for the first time when she was still 15 but to me that doesn't make sense because L and C only started to get closer after L turned 16 and her and C basically just met so how could she be talking about C?

Hi to you, dear Anon 👋🏼😄 I know it doesn’t seem to make sense because the narrative’s goal is to confuse you and get you on their side by making you abandon the ship. You have to pay attention to the details and what they say because there are always flaws in the stories that our Camren are forced to tell. But don’t worry, I’m here. I’ve already talked about it many times, but I’ll explain it again to make you understand better and answer your ask at the same time.

So. During Becky G’s ‘En La Sala’ podcast (October 28, 2020), Lauren said she realized she was queer because she fell in love with her best friend when she was 15 and they started having a physical relationship. She forced herself to think that kissing and sleeping with her friend every once in a while was just a funny thing and nothing important; something that she has ‘normalized’ in her head by justifying it as something that ‘straight girls do’, and therefore fueling her internalized homophobia. Personally speaking, I believe in this. Not in the ‘she fell in love’ part because Laur’s still forced to say that the only girl she has ever loved is Lucy, but I believe Lauren and Lucy really did everything L said. Lucy was the first real unlock thanks to which Laur experienced the attraction and the feelings towards the girls she’d always felt and hidden deep inside herself. I firmly believe that Lucy was the first girl among her crushes on girls Laur acted on, and with whom she experimented in secret given the environment in which they both grew up and which still surrounded them at the time.

Now, the time frame in which this experimentation happened. Paul Martinez, the one she believed was her first love and whom she believed she would marry, broke up with her in late July 2011, and she only managed to move on when she wrote a song about how she felt on September 17th of that same year. Lucy moved back to Puerto Rico in February 2012, returning to visit Miami occasionally (that’s why the fetus pictures with Lucy and Camren at Laur’s house). Therefore, the time frame in which that experimentation happened, is from the end of September 2011 to February 2012. It could’ve happened in all those four months, or only in two, or only in one. Who knows. But that’s the time frame. Time frame during which Laur was 15 years old.

Having explained this, let’s move on. Camren first met during the first phase of the audition, the ‘cattle call’, on May 1, 2012, in Greensboro, North Carolina. You know? Where that short and really cute conversation started by Mila happened: “Hi, I like your shirt”, “Thanks. I like your jacket”. But it ended up there because they didn’t become friends from that day. They didn’t exchange phone numbers and they therefore didn’t even spend time together at home in Miami. They were still just two strangers who had auditioned for a TV show to pursue their dreams like so many other people. Oh and, on May 1, 2012, Laur was still 15, and Mila had turned since almost two months; therefore they were both 15 years old. The moment they became friends by no longer detaching one from the hip of the other, was two months later, on July 25 in Miami, when they met for the first time for the first day of boot camp (L went to C: “You’re the Cuban girl!”). On July 25, 2012, Lauren had by then turned 16 for nearly a month, and Camila was still 15.

Now let’s move on to the biggest miscalculated mistake that, either they made her say, or Laur herself said; perhaps even deliberately and not by mistake. On June 26, 2020, and therefore before the podcast with Becky, the PAPER Magazine article was released. In that article, Lauren explained, along with other things, that she’d been in love with her best friend for seven years. But the calculations don’t add up, for two things to be exact.

First thing: The Laucy narrative includes that A) Laur fell in love with her sure, Jan at 15 when they kissed and hooked up during parties.

P.S. Is it just me, or does this smell like what actually started happening to Camren the following year? I mean, the Like Friends Do situation whereby Laur got out of her internalized homophobia and realized she loved her and then got her head out of her ass by finally going to get her girl? No? Just me?

B) The wanting but not being able to be with her and giving her what she wanted made them grew apart not by her choice and not because Lucy returned to live in Puerto Rico and they simply grew apart for the distance and Lauren’s busy schedule with 5H, no, no.

P.S. I don’t know about you, but this still smells like Camren’s story to me.

C) Lucy returned to her life after she had a car accident on May 17, 2015:

“She came back into my life when I was 18. I was on tour and I was in my room in a hotel somewhere and she called me”. From that moment on, Lauren decided they would’ve been together “all in” and “now we’re gonna be in this relationship”. Yeah, sure. No contract that was supposed to help both of them involved here. No, no.

D) They broke up because Laur confirmed that theirs was a very toxic relationship, and the specific reason she gave was because they both weren’t fully healed from the past yet, but that they still loved each other very much. Mmmh-hmm, okay 🥱😴 Yeah, no, yeah, sorry. I fell asleep as a result of hearing bullshit.

Second thing: Ty.

Shall we reveal the miscalculation (again)? In love with her at 15, got together with her at 18 and broke up at 20 (1 year and 8 months, from mid-May 2015 to mid-January 2017), and after less than a month, start of another PR dating Ty. Now, 20 minus 15 (Laur’s two ages from the beginning to the end of the ‘story’), how much is it? 5. Shall we calculate from the moment of Laucy experiment to when they ‘broke up’? From late September 2011 to mid January 2017, how many years are? 5! 5 years and four months to be exact. According to the logic of the narrative, if she was oh so in love with Ty as they made her proclaim every two seconds, it means that she’d stopped loving Lucy that same year, and it’s not 7 years anyway! It’s still 5! Do we want to try with two last calculations? Okay. Also because you may have wondered: “Faby, what if we instead calculated from when ‘they got together’ to the release of that PAPER Magazine article?”. I’d answer that it’s still 5 years. From mid-May 2015 to June 25, 2020, it’s 5 years and 1 month to be exact. “Faby, what if we tried to calculate from the beginning to the publication of the article?” From the end of September 2011 (beginning of the time frame of the Laucy experimentation) to the publication of the article on 25 June 2020, it’s 8 years and 9 months to be precise. Not even in this case it’s 7! So, as you can see… And at this point I wonder: is there an alternate world where math calculations lead to 7 and not 5 here? What was that? Why say 7? Well.. I actually know why.

Shall we play another little math game? Can I reveal the truth in the lie? Let’s try to make sense of this 7 together now.

Lauren explained that she’d been in love with her best friend for 7 years in that interview, right? The interview with PAPER Magazine came out on June 26, 2020, but was done before the date it was released. We all know Laur was born on the 27th, and therefore in both cases, Laur was 23. And tell me, dear, how much is 23 minus 7? Sorry, I can’t hear your answer. A little louder please? Got it, got it. Can I also write it for everyone else who’s reading? Okay, thanks: 16. Wait, 16??? So who was Lauren actually talking about? Ohhh. How foolish of me. That’s why it ‘smelled like what actually started happening to Camren the following year’ to me. Because Laur was talking about Camila all along 🤦🏻‍♀️

🤣😏😎

Sarcasm and jokes aside, do you see how easy it is to manipulate and confuse people's ideas? It's still 7 years if we calculate from mid-January 2013 (after the first real New Year's kiss and the signing of the contracts with Syco/Epic) to the release of that PAPER Magazine article on June 25, 2020. And it's still 7 years even if we calculate from July 25, 2012 (first day of boot camp) to June 25, 2020. Camila is the answer to the 7 years because even if they try to make Laur modify the narrative by making her change the names with the PRs' ones, she's always talking about Mila anyway in reality.

Does it make more sense now, dear? I hope I’ve taken away all your doubts 🥰 Stay safe and have a good day 🤗 You guys too ❤

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Happy birthday, you wonderful person! I hope you're having a great day and receive a lot of prompts and other presents you enjoy. Along the same vein, might I ask for some geraskier banter? Just two idiots being sassy. Maybe they're discussing a song of Jaskier? Judging other people? Just lovingly insult each other for the fun of it? Have fun writing!

Fabi, thank you for the wonderful prompt! I had a lovely birthday and got several very nice gifts. Inspiration finally struck and I am proud to present to you a very silly piece of fluff, I hope you enjoy it :)

Title: Squeak Squeak

Rating: T

Warnings: mild kissing, mild swearing, mild bantering, mild nudity... nothing wild going on here today folks

“Do you have to do that every time?” A dry voice breaks across Jaskier’s musings, causing him to startle and drop the thin tool he’d been holding. He lets out a curse and bends over to look for it, scrabbling around on the dim floor. The scrape of a boot on the floor is followed by a warm rush of familiar scent; wood smoke and juniper, horse, sweat. Leather. A hand closes over his own and guides it impatiently to the tool. Before he can say anything the hand is gone and its owner has vanished out of his line of sight again. 

“Must you insist on being an absolutely insufferable bastard?” Jaskier sputters, flourishing his awl in his companion’s general direction. “How have I offended your delicate sensibilities today? No, please tell me, I’m fascinated to know.” Even as he speaks he folds his long body back into the chair and hunches over the sheaves of pages on his desk, which is lit by a pair of merrily dancing little lamps. He leans back into his work, already well on his way to tuning out the world.

Geralt smirks, picking his whetstone back up and settling onto the bench by the door, near their cloaks and boots. “You squeak air between your teeth every time you twist your awl. You sound like a horny rat.”

“Oh!” Jaskier straightens abruptly, puffing with indignation. “And I suppose you- you’d know, would you?” He turns to glare at Geralt, his concentration well and truly broken. 

With a nonchalant shrug, Geralt lifts his sword and carefully eyes the edge of the blade. “Sleep in enough damp barns…” His eyes twinkle with humor, clearly enjoying his friend’s indignation. 

“Well that’s just- That’s very nice coming from you, my friend! Did you know that you sniff every time you pause with your whetstone? I swear you sound like a fisstech aficionado, but do I say anything?” Jaskier grins as Geralt stops mid-sniff, jerking his head up. “I do not, because I am not a boor.” Satisfied, he turns back to his book.

“You break wind like one when we’re sleeping,” a sardonic voice breaks his concentration the second he gathers it, adding insult to injury. “Did you think I couldn’t hear you?

When Jaskier turns to glare at Geralt, there is an unrepentant gleam of amusement in the Witcher’s eye. Jaskier scoffs, not about to be outdone.

“Well, I suppose if we’re bringing up shocking sleeping habits we can’t leave out you, dear Witcher! You scratch your balls like it’s going out of style when you think I’m still asleep in the morning. No need for the rooster, I’ve got you to shake the bed for me!”

With that Geralt breaks out into a helpless laugh, setting his sword and whetstone aside and raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. His chest and shoulders shake with mirth, chagrined to be so thoroughly caught out. 

“Well�� yes, well that’s what I thought,” Jaskier huffs, blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “Ridiculous, I swear… horny rats, I’ll show you horny rat…” He subsides into a dark muttering, turning back to his work, tuning out any further sounds of movement from behind him as he returns to his work. 

Geralt watches him for a moment, his golden eyes warm as they catch in the flicker of the lamps. With a few efficient movements, he stows sword and whetstone before rising as quiet as a shadow to stand behind Jaskier’s chair. He leans over, getting closer and closer to his ear. Jaskier, absorbed in his task, begins to squeak again.

Geralt squeaks back, right in his ear.

Jaskier gasps and throws his awl down, turning around in a flurry of righteous indignation, only to find his imprecations muffled by a grinning kiss. Geralt tips his chin up with callused fingers and steals any further complaints with a lazy sweep of his tongue, humming in smug satisfaction when Jaskier bubbles quietly to a halt. 

“It’s late,” he rumbles when they break apart, nosing Jaskier’s cheek. “Let’s put out the lanterns and go to bed.” He straightens and walks away, unlacing his shirt as he goes. When he nears the bed he snuffs the lamp on the bedside table with a flick of his fingers, sinking that part of the room in a pool of soupy dimness. The bed creaks as he sits on the edge of it.

Around them, the attic room sighs and creaks as a renewed breath of the gale rattles the roof over their heads. Water slaps against the windows, sliding diagonally across the panes. Jaskier wrinkles his nose, observing the dreary sight with an absentminded little pout. Though it’s hard to tell given the state of the weather, it had to be well past midnight. The night has taken on the thick, dark quality that starts rolling in around two hours past midnight. Loathe though he is to admit it, this is the time of night when even foolish people are in bed.

Jaskier shuffles his papers and tools halfheartedly on the desk but leaves it at that. They’ll be there in the morning for him, for better or worse. He blows out first one lantern, then the other, before crossing the room by the light of the well-banked fire in the hearth. On his way to the bed, he places one more log for the night, which blazes up merrily as he turns his back.

Geralt moves aside for him as he crawls between the sheets, lifting the blankets to make room for him. His body curves easily to fit Jaskier’s, and they furl together comfortably in the dark. Jaskier listens to the rain hammer on the roof for a while before turning to nuzzle at Geralt’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his skin on the cold tip of his nose. 

“How much longer do you think this storm’s going to last? I feel like we’ve been here ages,” he sighs. 

Geralt turns, tucking Jaskier in close and rubbing his chin along the top of his head. “A few more days,” he guesses. He kisses the soft, unruly thatch of brown hair, enjoying the scent of thyme soap mingling with the soft musk of Jaskier’s scalp. 

“Ugh, long enough to go stir crazy. Geralt, I swear I’m going to-” 

Geralt isn’t interested in finding out more. He mooshes Jaskier’s face against his chest, muffling his complaints with an idle smile on his face. Jaskier gasps and flails, but Geralt just holds on tighter and closes his eyes. With a rumble of amused contentment, he settles in, blissfully ignoring his indignant bard to listen to the storm rage overhead. It is going to be a long few days, but somehow, he is sure they are going to do just fine.    

[thecorteztwins]

Fabi dear have you ANY female friends at all?

“The lady Haven more than counts as ‘female’ and I would considerMaria @monaluxsrpblog friend enough.  We’ve never had a problem.

If this list seems small to you, keep in mind that Delgado and Chromewould have similar-or-fewer numbers for their companions of eithersex beyond this team. For recall, we are a band of rovingsuper-criminals, as the law defines us, and thus not exactly thesocial type by necessity even if our personalities might normallyhave made us very much exactly that in a normal life. 

Anne Mariemight count far more people as her companions, but that is becauseshe is so foolish and easily fuddled so as to not grasp the reality of our situation, andwould befriend a flower should it happen to turn towards her insearch of the sun. And before you find this endearing, let me assureyou also that she would slaughter her human chums as readily as pluckthe plant ones if she saw them as opposing—or simply not helpingwith—our mission and her mania.”

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The best thing about knitting is that it's repetitive and you can do other things at the same time. The worst thing about knitting is that it's repetitive and you can't do the right things at the same time.

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the mortifying ordeal of being loved by your friends

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Today's the day that I'm finally telling my very Catholic grandparents that I'm trans. Stay tuned to find out whether or not I'll be disowned I guess

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i really need to figure out a way to avoid completely crashing after extremely fun activities. this does not seem healthy

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crush guy saw my shadowgast sketch and had some additions to make

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looking at "das wichtigste im Überblick" von der tagesschau App like "nobody liked that"

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Oh so we're doing a hear me out cake but when I say I'm curious about robot sex bc I imagine it wouldn't involve as many strange fluids this is suddenly not a safe space anymore, huh?

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Picked up this GORGEOUS Essek by @amaretta yesterday at my local ComicCon and have finally something to fill my empty wall!

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so i know how academia works in theory. still a bit wild to me that one of my professors approached me yesterday and was like "i am hosting a conference in may and i want you to attend that. you'll be excused from your classes for one week and get paid to go sit through speeches by leading children's lit researchers"

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you know most days i deal with the adhd just fine but sometimes i wish i wasn't spicy brained

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omw to my first therapy appointment that will eventually lead to me yeeting my tits and I'm a full 20 mins early bc I'm so nervous