#i know I should ignore and delete but I felt like ranting

[frikatilhi]

What's a 30 year old man doing posing half naked with a 21 year old. Weird ass creepy behaviour.

Are you... lost?

Yes, it is truly horrendous when two consenting adults take cheeky pictures that have nothing to do with sex, alert the purity police

I have seen several people commenting on how delightful it is to see them so comfortable with each other and how Jere's company is very clearly a safe place for Ale to be tits out like that with him, and how it's beautiful and wholesome and how it actually fits perfectly in what we know of Jere and his behaviour (asking before touching, ranting about harrassment, declaring his gigs a safety place etc)

I'm not sure what your problem is, exactly, is it that she is topless, in which case get fucked, she is whole-ass adult woman who can do as she pleases, or is it that he is topless in proximity of other people, in which case you truly are lost heh

Newsflash, 30- and 21-year-olds can be friends, women and men can be friends, and friends can be topless together if they so choose, so take your misogynistic purity culture weird as fuck opinions and leave me and my bi panic alone.

[luvv4svt]

Scandalous - JWW

Pairing: President!Wonwoo X Mistress!Y/N

Rating:18+

WC:2,104

Summary: Messing with a married man was bad enough right? It's worst when he's president. It's even worse when you show up to his office despite him telling you not to.

Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap before tap), slight boob play, masturbation(male and female), cheating, cuss words, mentions of both characters being selfish, smoking(not rlly Y/N just has one sitting between her lips) mentions of male and female genitalia, slight slut shaming, kissing, seduction, denial of release, oral sex, slight teasing.

MDNI!!!

A/N: I had so much fun writing this also this is one of the first things I've written and completed in months without deleting it and closing the doc also the only knowledge I have of sex is from reading and watching porn so pls don't attack me. Anyways enjoy this piece and stay blessed x.

~~~

Wonwoo walked down the hushed hallway, his shoes tapping lightly against the floor as he passed the pictures of his predecessors. He felt the weight of their eyes on him as he travelled through the dimmed hallway. He held his phone to his ear as he listened to his wife rant about her day to him. 

“Of course sweetheart, I’ll discuss with my advisers.” He assured his wife as he turned round the corner, heading straight to his office.

He placed his hand on the doorknob, and let the door widen a bit before pushing it open. He felt his heart stop as he walked into the room. There you were, sitting on top of his desk whilst a cigarette sat between your lips, displaying casual confidence. 

“Wonu, baby are you still there?” His wife questioned, oblivious to the scene he had just walked into.

“Yes I’m here darling, something came up and I have to call you back okay? He answered as his eyes raked up your figure, noticing the way the tight blue top clung to your chest like a second skin.

“Alright, honey see you later.” His wife responded as he ended the call, taking slow steps towards you.

Wonwoo felt alot of emotions hit him, ranging from shock to confusion to anger and then to longing. He had strictly told you never to show up to his office because he was the President and he needed to keep his image squeaky clean, he couldn’t have anyone know of your affair because it would destroy everything he had worked for. Also, he hated mixing business with pleasure.

Wonwoo knew he had two choices, he could either put an end to your antics or he could allow himself to fall into your trap once again. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” He said, frustration laced in his tone.

“I know.” You say allowing a smirk to make its way to your face as you take out the cigarette.

You were aware of the risk you were taking. Messing around with the President was bad enough but you didn’t care. You wanted him and you were going to have him no matter what.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” You continue, watching the way he tensed as he looked at you.

"This isn't the time nor place." He seethed.

“The things you do and say to me.” You breathe out, ignoring his previous remark.

“The way you touch and kiss me.” You seductively say as your hand travels up your chest to your neck.

“The way you make me feel.” You shamelessly state, watching as he closes his eyes visibly contemplating whether he should give in to your temptation. 

You slowly start parting your legs, “Open your eyes, baby.”

Within seconds his eyes were open, raking down your body for the second time this night.

You could tell it was working as a tent began to form within his slacks, showcasing his arousal. 

“Don’t fight it, darling, I know you want it.” You tempt watching as his jaw clenches.

Now your legs were completely apart, you struggled to hide your smile as he walked towards you. He murmured something as he walked over to you, standing between your legs. Almost immediately his lips were on yours, kissing with so much passion and intensity.

Bingo. 

“Mmh.” You moaned against his lips as you kissed him with the same amount of intensity.

He trailed kisses down your nape, as your hand held his shoulder to steady yourself.

You moved your neck, granting him more access. He gently nipped at the skin then began to suck on it causing you to moan out in pleasure.

You wanted him to take you and mark all over your body.

You pushed him off of you, standing up from the desk and began to remove your top seductively revealing your bare chest. The air of the room hit your nipples instantly, causing them to harden along with your arousal. You threw the top to the ground and seductively shimmied out of your skirt allowing it to join your top on the floor. Now you were naked, the only piece of clothing remaining were your panties. You quickly pulled them down and kicked them to the side, joining your top and skirt.

“Go over to the couch, spread your legs and play with yourself whilst watching me undress.” He ordered and you followed his instruction without hesitation.

The cold feeling of the couch against your naked body set off a chain of goosebumps across your skin as you adjust your position on the couch. You trailed your hand down to your pussy, feeling your wetness coat your fingers as Wonwoo removed his blazer painfully slowly. 

You insert a finger into yourself causing a gasp to escape your lips. You start slowly at first trying to find the right pace. 

“How’d you get in here?” He questioned as he undid the buttons of his sleeves.

“I pulled a few strings.” You respond as you continue to finger yourself.

“Add another finger.” He instructs as he unbuttons his shirt, eyeing you like a piece of meat.

You oblige with his request as your fingers slide in and out of you slickly. You try your hardest to keep your eyes on Wonwoo but the pleasure you were feeling was too good. Your eyes clamp shut as you moan.

“Eyes on me pretty.” He demands.

Your eyes fly open, Wonwoo was finally unbuckling his belt.

You bit your lip as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over you. Your wetness trickled onto the couch. You add another finger as your stomach begins to tense up.

“I’m gonna cum.” You groan out as you watch Wonwoo remove his boxers, revealing his thick, long cock leaking with precum.

A moan escapes your lips as he walks towards you, your breathing rate increases as he inches closer and closer.

He spreads your legs wider, before kneeling, he places your legs over his shoulders. His breath fans against your cunt as he removes his glasses before peppering kisses down your stomach to your pussy. His tongue glides across your clit so freely that it causes you to let out yet another moan.

“Quit teasing.” You manage out as you try to recover from the brief but powerful action. 

Almost immediately, he attacks your clit by sucking and licking on it. You become a moaning mess as he continues to work wonders on your pussy. Your fingers weave their way through his hair as your back arches off the sofa. 

“Fuck Wonu, you’re so good, baby.” You compliment him as you feel him smile into your clit.

The familiar feeling of your stomach clenching up in pleasure returns as he continues to lap at your cunt. You feel yourself inch closer and closer to the finish line. A guttural moan escapes your lips as you feel yourself come undone on his tongue.

Your body jolts as it tries to recover from the pleasure. Your eyes water due to the overwhelming sensation. After some time, Wonwoo smiles up at you whilst his chin is sheathed with your wetness.

Wonwoo gives you a few moments to calm down, he strokes at his cock as he peers down at you.

You sit up slightly then part your legs before looking up at him, a naughty smile paints your face as you anticipate his next move.

He takes small steps towards you as he continues to stroke his length, desire evident in his eyes.

“You’re selfish you know.” He says.

“How so Mr President?” You mock as you engage in the unofficial staring contest.

“You came here to see me after I strictly told you to never come to the office.” He answered, now he was a step away from you. A step away from destroying you, a step away from being unfaithful to his wife once again.

“So are you.” You retort as you feel your heart fight against the restraint of your chest.

He turns his head to the side and furrows his brows in fake confusion,” How so gorgeous?” He repeated, tone laced with a hint of mockery.

Now he was in front of you, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“Yo-” You pause, gasping at the feeling of him inside you. Although you two have had sex multiple times in the past, his size never failed to shock you.

“What’s wrong pretty girl?” He continues,” Cat got your tongue?” He teases before thrusting into you.

“Now tell me, how am I selfish?” He requests as he continues thrusting into you gently.

“F-fuck.” You moan out as you grip his shoulder for support.

“Tell me now or you’re not cuming tonight.” He seethed through gritted teeth.

Upon hearing this, you suck in a breath,” Y-you’re selfish b-because you have a w-whole ass wife, yet you m-mess around with m-me.” 

With that, he quickens his pace, causing your breasts to jiggle due to the pace of his thrust. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you become a moaning mess. You were in a completely different plane of existence. 

“Y-you can’t h-have your cake and e-eat it too.” You add 

It’s almost like your comment strikes a nerve, as it seems he increases his pace once again causing a string of moans to exit your lips. 

Now, he was practically pounding into you, causing both of you to let out sounds of pleasure. 

“What you’re forgetting gorgeous.” He starts as he thrusts into you mercilessly

“I’m the motherfucking president.” He grits out, his thrusts becoming harsher and harsher by the minute. You knew you were going to be extremely sore after this but you didn’t care. The way he felt inside you was delicious.

“I can be as selfish as I want.” He groans out as you squeeze around his cock.

You couldn’t even respond to his answer because of how fucked out you were. Your hair was a complete mess along with your makeup that had smudged along the way. Your hand was now on your nipple, pinching and pulling at it as moans of his name exited your lips like a mantra.

Before you knew it, he had lifted you off the couch and walked over to his desk, he pushed off all the things on his desk before laying you down flat. He thrusted into you again without warning drawing out yet another moan.

You felt a knot begin to form within your stomach, You gripped his arm drawing his attention to you. 

“I’m gonna cum.” You manage out feeling his pace slow down.

“Don’t you dare.” He orders, his hand had now found its way to your clit and he began to rub at it.

Your moans grew louder and louder as he hit your cervix, sending a bundle of sensations through your body. You didn’t care who heard you now, all you cared about was chasing your orgasm.

The knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter as you tried your hardest not to come undone on his dick.

You could tell he was close to the edge as well, his thrusts were growing sloppy and his cock began to twitch within you. It was getting harder to hold out on cumming. 

“Cum for me baby.”He groaned out 

With that, you let go of your inner restraint and came all over his cock, you twitched as he continued to lazily thrust into you.

A moan escapes your lips once again as he pulls out, he starts stroking his length again before asking you to kneel before him. You get off the desk and get on your knees before wrapping your hand around his length, sucking at the tip whilst jerking him from the base. 

With a final suck, you took him out of your mouth and continued to jerk him off whilst his moans and groans filled the room. Thick, white ropes of cum spurted out of his dick onto your tongue and parts of your face. 

You wipe some of it off and bring the finger to your lips before sucking it off whilst locking eyes with Wonwoo. 

“You’re so slutty.” He breathes out.

“Only for you.” You answer as a naughty smirk makes its way to your face.

You stand up and walk over to him before pushing him back onto the couch, you swing a leg over his lap and settle down on his cock whilst your lips move to his ear.

“You’re mine tonight, Mr President.” You whisper as you slowly begin to bounce on his cock.

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[piercedddriver]

Ok With It

This is a little angsty fic with the Obey Me brothers inspired by the song OK With It by Lyn Lapid

T/W: mentions of suicidal implications, Leviathan being autistic and stimming, self-starving, guilt, sexual implications in Lucifer and Asmo’s parts. Gender neutral reader (No pronouns used), PTSD, trauma response, angst

We live in other dimensions

We both saw it coming

——

Beel rolled over for the umpteenth time that night as he thought about you. Where were you? Where did you go? Did you miss him? Did you miss any of them? He sighed and rolled over again, his eyes meeting Belphegor’s.

“You okay Beel?”

Beel shook his head and hugged the plushie you had given him after a Fangol game. Belphie gave him a sad look before trudging over to his own bed.

Beel knew one day you would disappear from his life, but not now.

Not like this.

We used to sleep on our mobiles

Now we’re barely calling

——

Checking his DDD for the hundredth time he sighed, seeing no signs of hearing from you. Leaving the dining table, the brothers looked at Beel with concern. He hadn’t been eating lately and had lost a lot of weight.

Asmodeus followed him to the gym where Beel put in his headphones and listened to voicemails you had left over time. Running on the treadmill with tears streaming down his cheeks. He never had the heart to delete your messages and now he was glad didn’t. Beel watched Asmo leave from the corner of his eye, but couldn’t bring himself to care. Why should he anyways? Every time he cares about someone they leave.

First Lillith now you…

Beel shook the thoughts away and replaced them with memories of watching you fall asleep over FaceTime, ignoring the pain in his chest.

I haven’t been worried about where you’ve been

Who you’ve been talking with

——

Levi was even more shut-in than before, completely blocking out the world along with his brothers.

At first he stressed everyday over where you could’ve gone. He worried and cried until he physically became sick. It wasn’t until he woke up from a feverish haze he realized you were likely never coming back. After that, he worried less, and grieved more.

His Henry, the only one who really understood him, gone, without a single trace.

Levi stopped caring who he associated with and began to shut down. He locked himself in his room and hasn’t left since.

Lucifer, ever so diligent about the wellbeing of his brothers, would leave meals outside Levi’s door. His heart warming when he saw a clean plate the next day, but shattering when he saw the days it wasn’t moved or paid any mind to.

We’re growing dissonant

Finish line’s imminent and

Inevitably, you’ll surely forget me

——

Levi’s DDD had over a hundred missed messages from his brothers. Hell, even Diavolo tried reaching out to him, but nothing worked. Levi was spiraling. The one he could rant to, stim to, and generally just talk to was now gone. He was growing tired of the grief, tired of the pain, tired of the uncertainty.

Levi stared at the “you died” screen on his computer not even registering he died until his teammates were yelling at him through his headset. He turned off the chat and stared at the screen. Suddenly, death didn’t seem so bad anymore.. after all, surely you’d have forgotten a worthless otaku like him by now, right..?

It’s the end and I’m okay with it

Seasons shift

They’re always changing and

——

Lucifer stared at the paperwork on his desk not registering Diavolo’s voice.

“Don’t you think so Lucifer?”

What? Did he miss something?

“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?”

Lucifer shook his head and laughed, almost humored at the situation. He finally grew to know you, to respect you, to love you. But you were gone now. When was the last time he allowed himself to be vulnerable like that? Was it.. Lillith? Maybe.. Simeon? No.. it was him it was always him. He thought looking up at the redhead at the other side of his office. Maybe.. it was time for Lucifer to let go of you. Perhaps, the feeling he felt were never meant to be after all..

We’ll be sad

Through the summer

Start again with different lovers

——

The first summer without you was hard on Lucifer. No midnight rooftop visits, no early morning coffee runs before walking through the parks. He found himself grieving more than he ever had before. Even falling from grace hadn’t affected him this badly. How many nights had he cried himself to sleep away from the prying eyes of his brothers? How many nights had he vomited at the thought of you happy with someone else? How many nights did he go to that one person for comfort.

Lucifer looked over on his bed, your side now occupied with the Devildom’s young prince.

How many nights had he tried to take the pain away through someone else? No. That was enough. It was time to move on from you for good.

Lucifer stood from his position on his side of the bed and walked over to the sleeping prince, shaking him awake gently.

“Diavolo, you need to leave before my brothers wake. They can’t know about us just yet..”

Know the thought can be menacing

Waking up when you’re not next to me

——

Mammon groaned as he stretched on his too-large bed. He had upsized it to accommodate the both of you, but now that you were gone it felt painfully empty. He rubbed his eyes trying to ignore the deep bags under them. When had he last slept well? Days? Weeks? Hell if he knew..

Nightmares plagued Mammon every night since you disappeared.

He was your first man, he was supposed to protect you, and yet, he couldn’t even save you from this unknown fate you had suffered.

Mammon looked over to the empty side of the bed and felt chills run down his spine at the thought of you being in bed with someone else. He shook it off and got up to start his day.

It’s for the best

We’ve been cavin’

It’s the end and I’m okay with it

And I’m okay with it

——

Mammon paused when he saw one of your doodles in his Devildom History notebook. He quickly tore the page out and crumpled it throwing it away. He couldn’t think of you now, not after how far he’d come with accepting your disappearance. You being gone was for the best. At least, he tried to tell himself that. He tried to ignore his already terrible grades worsening, he tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach whenever your name was mentioned, he tried. Really, he did. So why was it so hard?

It’s not like it matters anymore. Nobody knew where you were, and nobody cared when they saw Mammon digging through the trash looking for a certain discarded doodle.

We could be living like one day

We’ll be reunited

And promise that we’ll stay in touch

But we know we’d be lyin’

——

Satan’s wrath was unchecked, nobody dared to even come within 100 feet of him. So what if he went through millennium of anger management? It’s not like it mattered anymore. He checked his DDD everyday hoping for a sign of reconnection, only to have his efforts met with nothing. He called, texted, emailed, but to no avail. You were gone.

He was angry.

No, he was hurt.

Your promised him. You promised him you’d always be in tough no matter what happened. But you broke your promise.. and all he had left was a mere picture on his dresser.

Why be at odds with our sanity

By arguing with reality?

——

Satan was losing himself. Every day he regressed further away from who he had been and progressed towards who he was when he first was created. He was slowly going crazy.. just where where you? You were gone. He knew that, he really did. Yet, somehow he couldn’t help but sit in your room every night, holding the book you two were reading and waiting for you to come home and continue the story with him.

It’s the end and I’m okay with it

Seasons shift

They’re always changing and

——

Asmo didn’t sulk.

Asmo didn’t cry.

Asmo didn’t show any signs of grief. Anyone who didn’t know him would say you meant nothing to him.. only those close to him saw the impact you left. “Those” mainly being Solomon. Solomon saw it, he felt it, he’ll, he even heard it. But through everything, he said nothing. He couldn’t. He couldn’t risk changing the future, not even for Asmodeus.

We’ll be sad

Through the summer

Start again with different lovers

——

It was hard to notice Asmo’s slight changes. In fact, Lucifer was the only to notice for a long time. Lucifer was the only to notice the small eye bags, the lessened amount of makeup, the chipped nail polish. It was Lucifer who heard Asmo crying himself to sleep at night, and Lucifer who comforted his younger brother when things got too painful to handle alone. Thus, Asmodeus followed his brother’s example. He let his sin get ahold of him and began spending nights with strangers to chase away the ache in his heart.

Know the thought can be menacing

Waking up when you’re not next to me

——

Belphie yawned and sat up after a long nap. His stomach cramped and he winced. When had he last eaten? It didn’t matter..

He looked over at him twin who was sleeping with tears staining his cheeks and ginger hair matted to his head. Belphie smiled, knowing this is the first night of sleep Beel had gotten in weeks, but internally sobbed at the loss of you not being there to fall asleep with them. He hated humans. Hated them.

He told himself that for millennia, but then you came along.. And, oh.. Oh how he loved you. At first he told himself that if he trusted humans he would be betraying Lillith, and Lillith was very dear to him. But dearer than you..?

No.. not even close.

It’s for the best

We’ve been cavin’

It’s the end and I’m okay with it

And I’m okay with it

——

Months went by and Belphie convinced himself he was fine.

Sleepless nights weren’t caused by you.. of course not. His pillow wasn’t cold enough, that’s all. The nightmares..? Trauma response from Lucifer. It was all Lucifer’s fault. Lucifer should’ve protected you. Lucifer failed you, not him.

Not him.

Then again… he killed you before. Right? What if he did it again? What if… this was for the best? He couldn’t hurt you anymore. No one could.

Belphie told himself this every night, and yet, he still wished you were there with him.

@l3viat8an @obeymeluv @obeymeimaginesandasks @asmosmainhoe

[furiousgoldfish]

Hi, just a little reminder to everyone who has attempted to message me or talk to me, and didn't get a reply or didn't get a reply they wanted.

I often have people messaging me expecting instant friendship and emotional support and talking to me as if we already knew each other. I don't think this is done with ill intent, but I do want to gently remind everyone that we are complete strangers when interacting online, and that I cannot grant anyone instant friendship; to me you are a person I don't know. I will talk to you as a stranger would. Even if you've been reading my words and taking solace and imagining a friend telling them to you, to me you are someone I've never met or known, and I cannot function as an emotional support on a personal level to strangers. It ultimately is not helpful for you to convince yourself that a stranger on the internet is your personal friend, or to push that stranger into trying to act the part; I am unable to fulfill this role. I am not emotionally well myself, and I do not have a support system, so being put in a situation where I'm expected to be one for a stranger feels unhealthy.

Another thing I'd love for everyone to remember is, that I don't have all of the answers. I love to help where I can, but ultimately I am a person in a lot of distress, trying to deal with multiple disorders without any access to therapy or even friends who understand what I'm going thru. I am isolated and posting on this blog is often all I have. If I knew how to get rid of trauma, how to deal with disorders, how to not be sick or in pain, how to evade abuse or how to feel okay, I would use this advice to fix my own life. But I am sadly, lost like the rest of us.

There are times where I am in too much distress to talk to anyone, if you sent me a message and it went unanswered, it is very likely that I was in a state so bad I could not communicate. I will usually recover from it within several weeks, but by that time I feel bad even reminding someone they've sent me a message, it feels asinine to try and reply so late. And it reminds me of the period where I felt bad looking at the message, unable to respond. I'm not ignoring messages on purpose. If you try again some time later, you're likely to get a reply, if I'm in a good state of mind.

However, if you send me a big number of messages at once, start talking about your issues without asking if it's okay first, send several messages without a reply and then keep sending them and demanding a reply, put pressure on me to communicate with you, try to guilt me into giving you an answer you want, or assuming I'm maliciously ignoring you, you've made me uncomfortable and I have to listen to my instincts and stop talking to you.

I am sensitive to anger, aggression, ranting, swearing, slur-use, and doing that in a conversation with me it will make me feel threatened. Because we're strangers, and any stranger acting like I'm an acceptable target to take their anger at is dangerous. We are not friends, and dealing with angry strangers is terrifying. In that situation I have to do what I would advise anyone else to do - leave the conversation.

The last issue is with people attempting to trigger me on purpose, pretending they need help then defending abusers, trying to convince me that all of my resources are harmful and doing nothing but damage, or trying to get me to delete my content, change my posts, advocating for abusers, siding with my abusers, telling me I'm a monster, insisting they're victimized by me unless I personally disprove my smear campaign to them, and generally trying to get me to lash out in order to post it online to claim I should be cancelled. That is the worst thing you could be doing to a traumatized abuse victim. I am a person, of course I sometimes say something wrong and not well thought and put out. That doesn't mean anything I ever do to help others is worthless and should be erased. And you will not convince me that my blog is useless or harmful. It helps me. And I am someone too.

[marighould]

Hey. Not to complain, but. I wanna complain. I deleted the original post, but I strongly dislike the way that fans of a certain cc approach criticism of said cc. (Kind of a rant under the cut)

In my deleted post, I mentioned a pattern of behavior that bothered me, because it came off as disrespectful and alienating to certain ethnic & cultural minority groups that I myself belong to. It wasn't anything super malicious, but it recurred enough that I felt like I needed to express my disappointment. It wasn't meant as hate or a personal attack, and I tried to emphasize that in the post.

Within like, an hour, I had multiple blogs I'd never interacted with writing paragraphs about how I had interpreted the cc's behavior incorrectly and it wasn't fair of me to want the cc to work on that behavior because it didn't come from a place of prejudice. They explained why the cc engaged in that pattern of behavior, but I feel like their reasoning was kind of infantilizing to the cc and sort of missed the point of my post. The replies reaaaally overlooked the main issue of how the behavior came off in favor of centering the cc's feelings and moral character.

I think it's important for fans to be able to discuss discriminatory behavior, because even if the cc themself isn't prejudiced, some actions still come off that way. I know people get up in arms when they think their favorite cc is being "attacked", but it's important to recognize that even the most morally "pure" people are capable of engaging in hurtful behavior.

The responses just really left a bad taste in my mouth. Especially because I saw some posts pop up after that complaining about all the "haters" of that cc. It felt like I pointed out something I found insensitive, and I was essentially told to shut up because that cc isn't racist, so I shouldn't be offended. My criticism was reduced to "hating", which made it easy to dismiss what I had to say. It's really frustrating.

And to be clear, I don't think that the cc in question is racist. I think they're ignorant, but well-meaning. I know I'm not the first POC to have called attention to that particular insensitive behavior from that cc, and I doubt I'll be the last. That alone should be an indicator that it's an issue worth talking about.

[calamity-unlocked]

Sigh. I accidentally posted my half-finished answer to a really kind ask and then in a panic deleted all of it.

So! Rewriting it all. (Hope you'll see this, anon <3) I unfortunately don't have a copy of the ask, but what anon basically asked for were my reasons why I stopped listening to dndads.

There are a couple, mostly boiling down to that I felt increasingly frustrated with Anthony and the waste of potential in season 2. I'll elaborate on this - really happy someone asked me about this actually, I've been looking for an excuse to write out my thoughts on the matter.

Dndads negativity under the cut (aka hater hours)

First of all prefacing this with saying that the most important factor was probably my personal mental health. But we're not here to talk about that, we're here to rant!! So, here is my little wordspew which I've been wanting to write for literal months:

Rejecting the Storytelling Medium You Use and Ignoring the Consequences

Let's start on a positive note; I love the comedy of this show and the cast's chemistry. Every time I listened to an episode, I laughed so hard my jaw hurt. They are incredibly funny people.

However, every time as the credits rolled after "On My Way," a sense of nervous disappointment lingered. The problem sat in season 2's story. Every episode is funny, but the narrative steps that were taken were just frustrating, going in a direction that lead either to meaningless conflict or another fetch quest with minimal results.

Dungeons and Daddies should not be a Dungeons and Dragons podcast.

People struggling with the rules and deciding to do their own thing with it can have its charm - it never annoyed me in the first season of the Adventure Zone. But with dndads it actively hinders the show and the storytelling.

It's just... Anthony isn't that good of a DM.

He knows the rules of d&d 5e. He just doesn't want to use them. He gets frustrated when his players take creative actions that undermine the story he planned out. An example is the confrontation between the teens and Willy. Lots of really creative actions and high-level spells were used, but Anthony consistently shut those down and in the end it all went according to how he wanted it to go.

They frequently rerecord scenes when they feel it didn't work out. That's not exactly letting the dice decide, which is what the whole genre is based on!

My sister and I used to speculate on where the story could go, and we often jokes 'this is good stuff, Anthony Buch take notes', and those jokes turned from (affectionate) to (derogatory) once it became clear to us that the direction Anthony was taking really didn't sit right with us.

Season 2 truly had so much potential. We have a set of really interesting PCs who have a strong relationship with a set of equally (if not more) interesting NPCs. The setup of the Doodler as a bbeg was great - and so was the reveal of the Doodler's true feelings.

But the story dragged out, didn't grow, the jokes detracted and distracted from the narrative, emotional beats were unearned, etc. I was bored with the characterization of the kiddads and their actions. The return of the og dads was messy and took away from the story. The three month time skips during a period in which there were supposed to be stakes made me want to rip my hair out.

There's a whole other essay I can make about how d&dads undermines it own stakes, but this is already getting too long so that's for another time.

Also, and I'm so sorry to use Anthony as a punching bag this much, but the man verbally undermines himself so much. He constantly says he doesn't like the second season, negatively compares both PCs and storybeats with the first season, and disses his own capabilities. I understand anxiety well, believe me I do, but continuously saying that you don't think this thing you've created is any good to your fans on your own podcast gets frustrating. This seems to me something you share your personal circle or your therapist, not to your thousands of fans who probably listen to the podcast because it brings them joy!

I have so much more to say, talking about this truly sparks joy in me. But all that matters I suppose is that I've happily divorced. Sadly writing about Lark Oak genuinely helps me cope with all the stuff that's going on, so I'll be tied to this podcast for a while longer.

[lighthousegod]

Hello and welcome to my rant from my time on Stranger Things Steddie and Friends Twitter for the past few months.

K I'm really pissed but its fine I wrote this all before the poll thing. Now I just. Can't get rid of it. (Me at tumblr headquarters right fucking now)

Anyway. Sorry for the interruption.

The fact that I've seen several ST fans claim most people who like steddie are fetishizing them is already shitty, but what makes it even more shitty is that they focus on them being two white cis guys fetishized by "white girls".

To reference the two white cis guys first, yeah, you got me there. That really is all those two are in the show. And if you wanna talk representation, well shit! Let's do it! Out of the main cast, we have 3 people of color: Lucas, Erica, and Argyle. Lucas is much too young to be in a relationship with either of them and already has one of his own, and Erica is ten years old. Now, I love Argyle, but he was written to be a comic relief character that had no arc and never met either of them. I think that's a wasted opportunity, Eduardo is great and would've done well as a fully fleshed out character, and there is a conversation to be had about whether that character would've been received the same way Eddie was being a white guy. But the thing is, he was never even CAST as a character who could be compared with Eddie- again, his whole character was "funny stoner." THAT is fucked, and people have definitely decided to ignore that fanon. In fact, Jargyle has become a pretty well known ship! Weirdly enough, the content I've seen of them has majorly been from people who also ship steddie! It isn't as popular as Steddie, though, and I don't think that's ONLY bc of half of the ship has less lore than eddie. There definitely is at least some internal bias us white queer folks should take into account when considering what ships we focus on in media.

However, I don't think that's why it's being brought up. I don't think I read tweets from lesbians with she/her in their bios condemning all us steddie ppl who just ship it because "they're two white guys we can fetishize for being in an mlm relationship" bc they're trying to be good allies. That COMPLETELY disregards that transmasc and nonbinary people (ESPECIALLY transmasc people of color) make a BIG chunk of the steddie fandom. Crazy, it's almost like Eddie was written to represent an outcast and literally GOT TARGETED BY CHRISTIANS and a bunch of people in marginalized communities related to his struggles! Except oh, yeah, that'd exactly what happened. And yeah, okay, he's a white guy and it IS pretty shitty that they cast a white dude to represent outcasts in general, but the people talking shit are watching the SAME DAMN SHOW that has a huge fucking cast and still has minimal representation. Fuck, man, Caleb McLaughlin has faced SO MUCH hate from assholes "fans" as the only black main character. Why the hell are people using that very real issue to back their shitty arguments against a gay ship on twitter?

Again, I wanna preface that 90% of these kinds of comments come from lesbians and bisexual people with she/her or she/they in the bio. I thought yall were COOL with the gay and trans people. Yall ARE queer people. Some of them were even big Ronance or Rovickie fans! YALL. WHY IS FRIENDLY FIRE ON??

A lot of this argument is backed by claims that steddie fans ignore canon queer rep, too, and I just don't understand that.

I know. Robin is representation. I am SO HAPPY to have her, and I'm so happy that Maya pushed for it, and as a transmasc person who was not out at the time and likes girls, I felt very seen when watching her coming out scene with Steve. However, I know I don't fully understand the lesbian experience as someone who likes guys too. I know Robin means a lot to wlw fans, especially lesbians. There have been instances where steddies have co-opted that scene to make it about steddie, and that is not okay. (I've never SEEN this happen, but I've seen people talk about it. All the steddie guys on Twitter that I follow were making it pretty clear that that was not cool and pretty fuckin lesbiphobic. I agree, whoever did that, fuck them. Wlw and specifically lesbian wlw relationships have very little rep and Netflix canceled all their shows and it's super fucked.) But besides this, I actually see a LOT of steddie fans who very much love Robin's character. Most of the steddie artists and fic writers I know are also ronance, rovickie, and/or Buckingham creators. A lot of them are wlw themselves!

//I should also note that Will is canonically gay now and I'm super excited, but truly, I just don't see as much appeal in byler because they're so much younger than me now. I totally love Will as a character, and I was around the kids' ages when the first season came out, but I'm in college now. I relate a lot more to the older kids! I'm real happy to have will as mlm rep and I hope he gets his moment in s5. I just didn't latch onto him and Mike the way I did Steve and Eddie! We all got preferences and that's fine.//

All this to say, I'm just so tired of Twitter, man. I just saw a post about how many cis women who claiming its "ableism" to say they have to be around anyone who identifies as masculine, including queer men, queer mascs, cis men of color, butch lesbians, etc. And I've seen a lot of that lately too. It's just so weird to see someone who identifies as a queer woman talk shit abt a steddie fan with a hellcheer shipper.

(man I can't even get into that rn. Chrissy and Eddie shippers in ST fandom are a whole other bout of drama. I've seen steddies be pretty nasty on the issue toward bi women who ship that bc of age difference, which I never really understood because eddie has no confirmed age?? Like idk how he can be a super senior AND 17 on his missing poster but whatever, I'm not stressing abt that as long as you dont make them have a weird age gap on purpose. Hell, I even thought they were love interests at first, too. But DAMN I've seen some hellcheer people that hate steddie. None of this justification type shit either, they just say "it doesn't make sense" and "I'm scared of steddie" and "they ruined the fandom and eddies character" like bro that's literally homophobia. like oogily boogily gay people jumpscare homophobia. So I just don't talk to those guys usually.)

Whatever abt the straight ppl tho they're never gonna get my weird gay stuff. But what SUCKS is when it's other gay people saying this stuff. Like what about mlm wlw solidarity man? Why do I gotta see a rovickie stan and a hellcheer girl talking abt how steddie shippers are all misogynistic and hate women?? Esp when so many are transmasc?? It's getting weird and TERF-y and I just. I wish we were cool again. ST is abt outcasts at the end of the day, it's why we root for them and relate to them. There aren't even a lot of queer people from the 80s around because of the kinda hatred people like us face. Not to mention racism, ableism, misogyny, all of it. For centuries. The people up top all hate us. We gotta have each other's backs and twitter is making us INSANE instead. God.

Anyway I'm gonna go watch the mandalorian now later losers.

[notbadweird]

Ok Time To Rant…3.07 Has Given Me All The Willpower I Needed To Be Heartbroken Enough To Come Back Here. (Sorry About The Gaps)

Ok First Things First, Something I’ll Never Understand Is How Come The Only Person Who Cares About This Show Is Ej. Yeah I Know Carlos Did His Little Plan To Get Channing To Not Leave But I Hate How Everyone Is Telling Ej To Lighten Up As If This Documentary Isn’t Going To Be Showed All Around The World. Like Do Y’all Want To Fail & Be Humiliated For Everyone To See? Cause That’s The Vibe I’m Getting From Literally Everyone. All Ej Has Done Was Try To Create A Perfect Show For All Of His Friends So They Can Shine Like The Stars He Knows They Are & So Far He Seems To and Getting Nothing But Criticized For Caring So Much About Them. How Come Ricky Was Able To Put All His Focus Into Making A Good Show For The Sake Of Nini But When Ej Does It It’s Wrong? I Know There Are Some Things He Could Have Done Better, But The Intention Behind Most Of That Was So Others Wouldn’t Worry. And What Is Up With The Writers Pushing You Have To Know EVERYTHING YOU WANT IN LIFE BY THE TIME YOU ARE 18!?!?!?! That Is Such A Toxic Mindset & I Feel So Sorry For The Kids Of These Writers Cause Clearly They Have Been Pushed To These Horrible Standards. There Are So Many People In This World Who Are Still Figuring Themselves Out Late In Life. WHY DO PEOPLE PUT AN AGE LIMIT TO EVERYTHING. Have Kids By This Age, Have A House By This Age, Be Retired At This Age, Be Financially Ready By This Age IT NEVER ENDS!!! Literally All Ej Wanted Was To Have One Last Summer Of Feeling Like A Kid & It Was Literally Highjacked From Him & It Is So Heartbreaking. He Only Wanted To Have Fun With His Girlfriend But Instead Was Given A Task That Shouldn’t Have Been His Responsibility In The First Place.

Now I Know We Don’t Have The Exact Month This Summer Is Taking Place In But I Think I Can Say With Confidence It Has Been Over A Month Since Portwell Started Dating So For Gina To Say That Their Relationship Never Started Felt Like A Low Blow. What Happened To The Compassionate Gina From The Couch Scene? The Gina Who Saw Him Trying Hard To Do The Right Thing Even When He Failed? Is That Episode Deleted? Did Their Memories Get Erased Since Then Because That’s What They Are Acting Like. Like It Never Even Happened & The Understanding Side Of Them Was Completely Obliterated. I Cannot Believe All It Took Was Not Even A Full Two Weeks To Demolish Almost Two Months Worth Of Buildup. So What If He Has Already Done Everything? He Had Already Done Everything Before He Even Knew You! That Felt Highly Irrelevant To The Argument. He Didn’t Care About Already Doing It, He Just Wanted To Do It With You. Did She Forget Once Again He Never Wanted To Be Director, I Know He Has The Title But She Should Never Acted Like It Was Something He Wanted When They Came Here Together. This Breakup Felt Exactly Like Rini’s, The Girl Breaks Down Crying, A Good While Later We See The Girl Again & She Seems Fine, The Boys Break Down Later. It’s Not Like He Ignored Her On Purpose! Your Partner Being Busy Isn’t A Excuse To Make Them Feel Bad About Being A Busy. I Get How She Feels I Do, I’ve Only Been In One Relationship In My Life & I’m Still In It & In The Beginning I Was Worried Too. Wondering If I Was A Good Girlfriend, What Is He Doing, Why Isn’t He Texting Me, All That Stuff Going On In My Mind. Once I Learned What He Was Going Through I Eased Up On My Worrying & Didn’t Make Him Feel Bad For Being Busy Because When He Wasn’t Always Talking To Me, He Was Doing Stuff To Help Our Future & That’s Why We Are Four Years Strong. Ej Literally Put His Stress & Mental Health On The Line So This Show Would Be Perfect, Do I Wish He Communicated Of Course But At The Same Time, Why Should Gina Worry About His Problems When She Has A Show She Has To Focus On? Everything Goes Back To This Performance & Ej Wanting It To Be Great Because He Sees The Potential In Everyone. I’ve Seriously Come To The Conclusion That Someone Plays Favorites Annnnddd Matt Deserves Better & I Hope He Gets Better. Things That Weren’t Needed. Ricky Trying To Joke About Making Slapping A Tradition. That Slap Wasn’t Needed In The First Place, Especially After What Was Implied During The Scene. Carlos’ Body Dysmorphia Storyline Came Out Of Nowhere & Seemed To Be Solved In Two Episodes. This Could’ve Been Really Good If It Started In The Beginning Of The Season, Like Kourt’s Anxiety. You Already Know The Breakup Didn’t Need To Happen But Here Is The Biggest Thing That Didn’t Need To Happen…Portwell

I Know What You’re Thinking But Lemme Just Explain. Something I Am Always Hearing From Gicky’s Is How Much Tim Loves Gicky & How It Was Planned From The Start. Okay That’s Totally Fine, But One Thing That Irks Me Is That Tim Did Not Need To Create Portwell…But He Did. From What We Saw After The Rini Breakup Was That It Didn’t Take Ricky Too Long To Move Onto Lily Which Tells Me This. If Gina Had Pined For A Good While Longer & Stayed Away From Ej, Soon Rini Would Have Broken Up & Something I Am Constantly Hearing From Gicky’s Is How Well Ricky & Gina Know Each Other & It Is Because Of That They Would Find Their Way Back To Each Other. Okay Cool, So With That Being Said, Rini Breakup Happens & Since They Know Each Other So Well, Eventually Tim Could’ve Had Gicky Reconnecting In 2.10 After The Breakup Cause That Is When Lily Started Connecting With Ricky But The Difference Is Him & Gina Have More Chemistry Than He Does With Lily Which Would’ve Made The Moving On Even Quicker. Tim Could’ve Started Them In 2.10 Then Boom Gicky Endgame Season 2 But No He Decided To Create A Ship That So Many People Love For The Sake Of Another Ship Which Is Wrong On So Many Levels. Why Did You Have To Waste Our Time Like That? Why Did You Spend So Much Time Showing Us A Couple That Understood Each Other Just To Throw It Away The Following Season. You Would’ve Been Better Off Not Giving Us Portwell At All. I Heard Episode 8 Will Be Better For Us Portwell’s But That Doesn’t Change The Anger I Have In My Body Right Now.

Night Everyone…

[askaborderline]

Hey, I was hoping for some advice, me and my boyfriend both have bpd (his is professionally diagnosed mine isn't) and recently he has been busy due to school and exams and understand that and tried my best to not say anything and use some skills to work through it but I still felt terrible and lonely and stuff because its summer for me and I was really looking forward to spending some time with him due to the fact ik I'll be busier during the school year and he'll feel shit about it but when I finally couldn't take it anymore we had an argument and he said he was doing everything he could and said stuff like "what do you want me to do quite school" and stuff and I just tried to end the conversation and he said he wanted a break till exams end next week (I'll be in school at that point) but he knows how I feel about breaks but he said it was for his mental health cuz if he started ignoring school and spent time with me it'll affect it (I never asked him too) and send he was going to delete the app for a week and that was that and idk I've felt shity since and everyone keeps telling me that I really shouldn't cuz I was for his mental health and it makes me feel worse cuz ik he's talking to our gf still and idk sorry for the rant I just feel shity and don't know what to do also everytime I mention shit like this he's like that's exactly what I felt like a year ago tho he knows I poured every single second of time I had into (even during important shit) and that he didn't get as much time as my other partners cuz he didn't want me talking to them and him (as in texting both of them at the same time)

Hunter(I'm using this as a sign off if that's alright cuz no one on here knows me by that sorry if its a bit rambly)

Hi there Hunter,

It sounds like you have one doozy of a problem, and I'm sorry you're going through it. Relationships are hard to juggle with BPD, I should know, but they're not impossible to manage.

I know you might not want to hear this, but I believe the break is a good idea for both you and your partner. It will give him time to focus on his school work, and give you time to figure out things yourself.

Now, the both of you shouldn't be pulling hard punches on each other like "I felt the same way a year ago!" or "Do you want me to quit school?!" because it's not going to get y'all anywhere healthy. The past is the past, and he should not be putting words into your mouth.

From the sound of things, it seems as if y'all triggered each other which led to the blowout. I would start there once he's back from the break. Have a calm and healthy conversation about the argument. Preface with saying that you don't want to fight anymore and just want to figure out why it became such a battle to talk with each other.

If possible, I would suggest having a mediator between y'all during this kind of conversation. Maybe y'alls girlfriend or a mutual friend who wouldn't take sides.

Since this is a polyamorous relationship, I would also suggest establishing boundaries. It seems like there are things you can't do and things he can do that aren't matching up. Having a talk about what y'all want and don't want on the table is the best thing to do to prevent future arguments.

In the meantime, you should take this break as a time to take care of yourself. Self-care to your heart's content! I don't mean giving into any impulses, but indulging in favorite foods and taking a relaxing shower. I know those sound like 'mommy blog' versions of self-care, but they do help sometimes and who doesn't love feeling clean?

In all seriousness, Hunter, you should focus on yourself this week. Think over what I've told you, and see if that will be right for your relationship. If not, then I take no offense and I truly wish y'all the best.

Good luck!

-Bee❤

[lifesucks-hby]

Idk Just want to talk ab my friends

Wow Ok. So I actually haven’t been on here in nearly two years. Holy sh-

So Idk I just wanted to rant ab some of my friends. Can someone please give me literally any advice??

Let’s start with this; I’m girlflux (current pronouns are she/they) and ace. Oh and gay. (technically abrosexual but i lean towards girls.)

I have a few friends, but the main two I’m talking about here can be called A and B. (Mainly bc I don’t want them to connect the dots.)

A I’ve known for years. We never really connected until a few years ago though, so I’m still figuring her out. I know her but, like anyone, there’s been a few twists. 

For example, she’s Bi. I didn’t know this until maybe two years ago and she never directly told me until maybe a year ago. 

So onto the whole ‘can someone give me advice before I screw things up with yet another friend’ thing. 

A and I are fake engaged. The kind that friends do and everything. Well, I proposed as a joke and then we ended up buying little plastic rings and, inevitably, it evolved, you know? And now, even though I know for a FACT it’s 100% platonic, sometimes I just feel like I would tip her way, if you know what I mean.

(not sexually, like I mentioned before, Ace) 

But like I think she’s super pretty and nice and sometimes I just, I don’t know, I break and ramble and she gives me this feeling.... I don’t know- that all sounded SUPER corny!!

I’m really not like this. Personally I think PDA is gross and I don’t really like expressing my feelings unless I have an outlet which I can write and delete. (hence this) And it’s not even like I feel that way ALL the time. It’s just these moments where... 

Anyway, what tf should I do about that? I seriously don’t want to ruin our friendship or anything.

And then there’s B.

B has been my best friend for what feels like forever even though we’ve only known each other for less than ten years. She’s the kind of friend you tend to forget only to remember and realize, ‘oh wow, I’m a dick why would I ever stop talking to you???’

So recently B ghosted me. Like for maybe two months. I kinda went into this spiral, my other friends weren’t really talking to me and A had her phone taken away and I didn’t have anyone.

And then, BOOM, B’s back. And she texts me constantly, using gifs with little animations and LOTS of hearts. (she tells me she loves me at least once a week and I have to say it back, which sometimes makes me uncomfy since I don’t like the whole emotion thing.)

Let me admit now, I do love her. She’s my best friend, probably a better friend than A if I’m honest but there’s one problem with my perspective on that:

I generally like A more.

It’s not like I hate B or anything, like I said, I love her. But, this’ll sound so ignorant, A is the popular girl everyone wants to talk to. And before her, I was just this girl in the background, questioning if anyone wanted me there. And no one did, because no one knew me.

Again this is growing corny, but I’ll go on..

And then this light, a ray of sunshine; an angel; whatever you’d call her. (personally I’d go with miracle) came up to me one day.

That day changed my life. I felt like someone chose me and after that people WOULD talk to me. I made a few more friends and started acting like the varients of myself.

I’ll admit, I forgot about B. I felt horrible too, buying her gifts and saying sorry so many times. She said she was okay with it.

And then the ghosting happened. I didn’t sleep for days and it was all such a mess.

But then she came back, closer to me than ever, with no explanation. And I think she likes me.

Like-likes me.

Which wouldn’t be a problem, ‘cept the whole A thing. Plus I don’t know, I just don’t feel like that. I used to, so the feelings are trying to flood back since anytime anyone does anything for me I get attached, but I’m not sure I want that.

Any advice?

Sorry that’s so long-

[pastelwitchling]

Hiii,

I have been following you since RNM (I haven’t watched the show after season 2 I think, only occasionally followed some Malex stuff on here) when I saw you posting about the new Percy Jackson show on Disney. I hope I don’t overstep but I have been dying to talk to someone and share my two cents. This is pretty much a rant so feel free to ignore it.

This rant stems mostly from the fact that I expected things to be closer to the plot in the books.

I must say that I am disappointed after so many people hyped up the show. To be honest, I expected more, especially because RR is involved so deeply and critiqued the films so much which let me to believe that he’d be more peculiar about the show (and I guess that’s true, just in a different way). And I agree that while the show does include more actual scenes from the books right down to copying lines directly, they miss a bit of the character of the books. It started strongly and got worse from there. That being said, the show is fine though I am not sure I will stick around for the second season should there be one.

What annoys me the most is - and that is something you touch on regularly, correct me if I am wrong - that they tell more than they show.

In the books, Percy figures out that Mr D is Dionysus, in the show he gets told.

In the books, it’s suggested that Hades is ‘the god who turned’ and if I remember correctly he’s also directly told in the show (again, correct me if I am wrong).

In the books, he figures out who Aunt Em is, in the show he gets told.

In the books he agonises over who of his friends will betray him, keeping the prophecy mostly to himself. In the show he talks about it.

In the books he figures out the time trap himself, they don’t know it before they enter like they do in the movies as you already mentioned.

For me, this not only is boring but it also takes away a big part of Percy’s character imo. He’s smarter than his opponents believe, can put two and two together - at least in the books. To me personally, he’s not the hero he’s in the books. The scene where he surprised me the most was when they were on the Arch and he tricked Annabeth and “sacrificed” himself.

Also, the whole encounter with Aries was much too harmless imo, as was Gabe and the argument Sally had with him (it looked more like a lover’s quarrel to me). Maybe it’s because it’s a Disney show, I honestly don’t know but I miss Percy’s sass and the more heavy topics which were always addressed in the books but never really spelt out (child abuse, abusive relationships in general).

Oh and the solstice part?? Such a shame to change such a big part of the storyline (the pacing, the urgency, the despair) once again.

And that they took away Annabeth’s love for architecture is a crime in itself. It made her much more approachable because the way she talks and races about it in the books is easy to understand for people in fandoms. I don’t feel that in the show.

I’m sorry if this is overstepping a boundary or too negative, so you can just delete if you don’t feel like answering. But I agree with you that we should be allowed to criticise.

Hi. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to critique with me, so that's mighty kind of you 😂 (I'm not being sarcastic, I know it looks like I'm being sarcastic, but I'm not being sarcastic, I've actually been waiting to be able to talk to someone about this stuff, so my wholehearted thank you.)

Anyway, this is a lot (which is awesome), so I'm just going to go through it bit by bit.

First of all, I don't blame you for not wanting to watch rnm after season 2. Not kidding, I'd deliberated it for a bit after The Episode That Must Not Be Named, and if it wasn't for Alex, I wouldn't have bothered anymore. But anywhodle.

I'm sorry to hear you might not want to watch the second season of pjo. Personally, I enjoy the show for what it is now, and just love Percy Jackson too much to ever stop supporting the adaptations, but I totally understand the disappointment. Honestly, if RR is as involved as I think he is, and this might get me threatened, but that might be the reason the show isn't as strong as it could be. I think a lot of people forget that there's a difference between books and movies/shows. In a book, you can have characters just talking for several pages. In a movie/show, it's boring. I think, again, RR was so focused on not doing what the movies did that he missed the fact that it was at least entertaining because they had Chris Columbus behind the wheel. He directed the first two Harry Potter movies, and I think we can all agree that those movies proved he can do atmosphere and fun. If I hadn't known that a book author was so involved in the show adaptation, I might've been able to guess because a lot of it feels like someone moving the pages to the screen with no consideration in regards to "how do we make this visually interesting?"

What's important to RR seems to be more that they adapt more scenes of the books, which is what the movies didn't always do, rather than keeping things entertaining for such a different medium.

Yes, I definitely think there's more telling than showing, and in some aspects, there's just completely erasing. I've said this before and I'll say it again; if I watched the show before I read the books, I wouldn't have completely understood what was going on, why anybody thinks Percy's the lightning thief, what the quest really is, or even that Percy is a forbidden child. I got ALL of this information super easily from the movie, and the urgency of everything going on, because it knew it had to present all of this information in simple and entertaining ways, and it did. With a few lines, the movie managed to do what the show couldn't in several passages.

I'm not kidding, the way the show just constantly has characters standing there talking and talking and talking, basically taking passages right out of the book, as though that makes it a good adaptation? I couldn't follow half of what they were saying because they mumble their way throughout. No one ever really laughs. I think Percy smiles once in amusement throughout the whole show (the scene with that lizard thing during Capture the Flag).

RR was so upset that they'd raised the ages in the movies to seventeen, but what does it say when the movies starring seventeen year olds are more fun, a lot brighter and more colorful, and faster paced and more ENERGETIC than the adaptation with the kids??

Percy has shown little to no leadership so far, he's just kind of on the sidelines because Annabeth has to be the one to solve the crimes, Annabeth is suddenly the one talking back to the gods, Annabeth is the one taking care of everything. It's like RR's forgotten that this is Percy's hero journey. The entire series takes him on this arc so that he can lead the other demigods into war during the Battle of Manhattan.

Look, all I'm saying is that by the end of the Lightning Thief book, I totally believed that Percy was going to grow into a great hero that other demigods would trust to lead them into battle, but I don't see myself feeling the same way at the end of season one of the show because they've been so busy putting Annabeth in the spotlight that Percy hasn't had much of a role, at least not a role that seems in any way significant for a forbidden child of the Big Three gods.

At this point, it really feels like they could've put any demigod instead of him, and they would've done the same thing!

And yeah, I'm sad that we haven't gotten to see anything of Annabeth's fangirling over architecture, that was her big love! Instead, the show acts like it'd be too childish if she had any... interests? Hobbies? We never see her reading, we never see her admiring any buildings or structures, we never see her being a, you know, twelve-year-old girl.

I don't know, I do enjoy this show, but like I said before, if RR thinks this is the best adaptation of his books, then I'm convinced he hasn't read his own books in far too long.

[evenstarfalls]

*deep breath*

All For The Game...Review?

It's been over a week and I feel like I have to say something about it since Tumblr is what pressured me into reading it in the first place and I mean. That really was a series like. I don't even know what to say. I'm still processing everything. It was really bad but I really liked it???

I some of my mutuals <3 have not read it and I cannot it good conscience recommend it but I don't really care about that so. I'd recommend it with the caveat that you should turn your brain off before reading it and also look up the trigger warnings and don't read it if you can't handle that cause!!! There is some deeply disturbing content!!!

WHAT THE SHIT WAS ANY OF THAT LIKE HONESTLY okay now the rest of it I am gonna talk about spoilers so.

I picked up All For The Game expecting it to be a series about an alternate universe in which a ridiculous bullshit sport called exy exists. But honestly. Far more than just exy is unrealistic to the point of an alternate reality. This shit makes no sense. And I DID turn my brain off to read it. I had to. But now I do think about it and it. Doesn't make any sense. Andrew is required to be on drugs?? The Yakuza operates out of a college sports arena??? The Ravens are very clearly and openly some sort of freaky cult but most of the world just doesn't seem to care????

Listen to me. I really enjoyed this series. But now that I'm no longer reading it...I've got a whole skeleton and then some to pick with Nora Sakavic.

I actually deleted like a whole paragraph of ranting about the sports side of things because it was too embarrassing. Yes I do pay attention to college sports. None of it makes sense in aftg. I'm not going to humiliate myself by talking about how unrealistic it is.

I want to make it clear I liked it it's just fucking stupid!! Neil is a fun pov character though cause I don't understand his obsession with exy ✨at all✨ it's a SPORT. WHY are you willing to die over it. Boy chill the fuck out.

Oh Renee Walker is not straight and Nora clearly does not understand her character AT ALL if she thinks that. Ngl I really thought Renee and Allison were gonna end up together for a hot minute. They deserved to </3

Also...Nicky. Yeah he was kind of awful?? Like he was such a stereotypical creep what the fuck was that. WHY does him forcing a kiss on Neil just get ignored the rest of the series?? (Yeah it does get brought up when Neil and Andrew kiss for the first time...but that's almost worse. What the fuck.) He could've been a really interesting and good character but instead I just feel really bad for Erik.

It's just... it's entertaining and fun and I really liked it but it is so bad. It's nonsense. It's painful. I have a lot of problems with it. I still liked it. This is the most complicated I've felt about a book in awhile.

udkskdkdkkswbdns the dynamic of the team is so fun! I really like most of the characters. The romance was really great (I did go into it knowing that Andreil was endgame...but honestly that just added to the fun a lot of the time.)

Like. Come ON. Maybe Nora Sakavic just knew that if she actually made it good and well written the world wouldn't have survived...? Probably not. But it sure is a book. I have an irl who went through an aftg phase in middle school and I'm not sure how to explain my full thoughts to them (maybe they'll see it here! Ha)

Ig I'm rating it 🚩/10

[conklin03]

(adding this afterwards: if anyone sees this post, feel free to ignore it. if you feel that i should delete this post, due to a rant like this not fitting how i often present myself, please let me know. i'll likely delete this anyway; it's just upset, sleep deprived ramblings of someone who's pain shouldn't even matter, but alas.)

Quite frankly, I'm not sure what to do anymore. I've never felt this empty before, and it's scary. I don't know why this emptiness suddenly came over me a couple nights ago. It's still the same problem as always, a problem that I cannot, and will not (despite desiring to; I just mentally cannot will myself) to talk about. Internalizing never gets anyone anywhere, and yet here I am. What is the point of understanding, if I cannot put it into practice? It's not even something that I necessarily dislike about myself this time, it's just the ever looming impossibility of every desire I have in life. None of these scenarios, these fantasies, will ever come true. I am not mentally strong enough to seek them out and not hate myself for them. I used to be able to use that anger, that understanding sadness, to my benefit. I could live off of spite. Where has it gone? Why has it forsaken me? Where do you even go when you just can't? I just want to take a day off of existence. The idea of the absence of existence, the absence of my flawed yet ever persisting presence, is horrifying, so if anyone sees this, know that I am perfectly safe. It hurts, but pain doesn't solve pain. Even then, I just don't know where to go. If I could just step into a warm, comforting void and come back when I'm ready, that would be nice.

I do wonder, as I look back for my compulsory proofread, does how I write seem annoying? I'm starting to think it does, but I probably won't change my style of writing just for that. I like writing like this. It makes me seem like I know what I'm doing, even if every other part of me can hardly function. I can't speak very well, I can't think very well, but at least I can feel secure in the mild decency of my writing.

Again, apologies to any and all who may see this. I really do hate rambling like this, as I don't want to drag other people into my problems, but I just had to scream to the wind yet again. I'll likely delete this tomorrow when I wake up and realize how dumb this is, though expect another such post again around this same time.

Perhaps it truly isn't possible for a country boy to break the cycle of death and rebirth.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Ateez: Accidentally Sending Them An Explicit Photo (Rated)

Warnings: Suggestive/ NSFW content. Also, guys don't send nudes or suggestive photos to anyone. They can use it against you and they can fall in the wrong hands. Don't send anything that you wouldn't send to your parents.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Picking up his phone thinking Mingi had sent him the lyrics to his rap part, Hongjoong nearly fell out of his chair when he opened up a picture of you holding up your shirt in front of a mirror, your boobs out for him to see.

Y/N: I finally went through and got them pierced. What do you think?

Y/N: :)

Hongjoong fanned his face rapidly, trying to calm himself down from that unexpected attack.

HJ: I mean, didn't know you were going to get nipple piercings, but they look good.

He tried to be as supportive as he could be, even if he was flustered as hell.

Y/N:.........

Y/N: Please tell me I did not just accidentally sent you a pic of my pierced tits instead of my other friend?

Hongjoong threw his head back and started laughing. Of course he should have expected you to do something as stupid as that. Although he wanted to make fun of you for it, he knew you were probably trying to bury yourself underground for your mistake, so he decided to merely comfort you.

HJ: Yeah, don't worry about it though. I'll delete this picture and pretend like it never happened.

Y/N: Thanks Joong :")

HJ: BUT PAY ATTENTION WHO YOU TEXT NEXT TIME AND DON'T SEND NUDES LIKE THAT >:(

Y/N: I'll be careful. Calm down naggy bag :/

Hongjoong quickly deleted the picture, his head furiously shaking as he muttered out some words about your irresponsibility. He only got back to work for about 12 seconds before another message popped up from you. He face palmed as he read it.

Y/N: Ok but do they look good?

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Sitting back and watching your show, your phone suddenly started blowing up with tons of notifications. You were puzzled as to why Seonghwa was mass messaging you out of nowhere.

SH: WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT IS THIS?!

SH: I'M OVER HERE TRYING TO LINT ROLL MY ROOM IN PEACE AND YOU SEND ME THIS WITH NO WARNING?!

SH: ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME? CAUSE LET ME TELL YOU IT'S WORKING!

SH: >:(((

You wondered what the hell he was ranting about. When you scrolled up and saw that you had sent your picture to him, you immediately dropped your phone. You felt your heart ready to burst and you became overcome with embarrassment as you realized what you did. Grabbing a pillow, you stuffed your face in it and screamed as loud as you could. Picking up your phone again, you quickly began typing.

Y/N: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I DIDN'T MEAN TO SEND IT TO YOU, I'M SORRY HWA!

Y/N: GOD I'M SO EMBARRASSED

Y/N: >_<

You dreaded seeing his response as 3 dots appeared, informing you that he was typing away. It took a while before a long message popped up.

SH: WAIT! WHO YOU SENDING THESE THINGS TO THEN? WHY ARE YOU SEXTING? DON'T YOU KNOW THE DANGERS OF SENDING NUDES THESE DAYS? YOU KIDS NEVER LEARN!

You let out a groan, not needing anymore of his criticism.

Y/N: I'm sorry about all this but please spare me the embarrassment and block that image out of your mind please :(

SH: Already did, thank you -_-

Y/N: Thanks Seonghwa <3

Finally feeling relieved, you went back to watch the screen in front of you, the whole incident soon being forgotten. Hearing a beep, you picked up your phone to see the newest message Seonghwa sent.

SH: But let me just say that you look fine ;)

Giggling at his response, you decided to play with him a little.

Y/N: Wanna see it up close? ;)

It took a while for Seonghwa to respond, no doubt because he was too flustered by your teasing and trying to think about what to send. But when he did, it was your turn to be flustered.

SH: I'm on my way, you better have that lingerie on.

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Ignoring the wild discussion that Wooyoung and San were having across the table from him, Yunho focused on eating the bowl of beef soup in front of him, too immersed to even pay attention to them. Feeling the buzzing on his pocket, he whipped out his phone and quickly unlocked it. Seeing your bare ass on display for him made him spill out whatever he had in his mouth back into the bowl under his face.

"See? Told you your cooking sucks." San piped up.

"Let's see you try to do better. You can't even turn on the stove without screaming cause you're afraid of fire." Wooyoung retaliated.

"IS IT MY FAULT THAT SOMEONE GOT A GAS STOVE?!" San exclaimed.

Drowning them out again, Yunho hid his phone under the table just in case the other two accidentally saw anything.

YH: I'm going to take a wild guess and say this wasn't for me right???

Not even a second later, you realized your mistake and responded.

Y/N: .....no.... no it was not...

YH: I'd ask but...... probably better if I don't.

Y/N: >_<

Y/N: I'm so sorry Yunho.

He smiled to himself, already picturing you pouting intensely while letting out embarrased yet cute groans over your mistake.

YH: Don't mention it. But I just wanna ask a favor....

Y/N: Ask away, I'm in your debt at this point.

Holding the camera further up, he silently snapped a picture of his lap, emphasizing the bulge in between his thighs.

YH: Can I keep your picture just a bit longer until I get my little friend down? :D

When he saw your response, Yunho immediately jumped up from his seat, confusing the two other guys when he said he'd be back later. Putting on his shoes, he smiled smugly as he reread your text.

Y/N: Why have the picture when you can just come over and get my actual ass? ;)

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Doing a double take and adjusting his glasses to make sure he was not seeing things wrong, Yeosang took a moment to process what he was seeing before coming up with a way to respond to the explicit image you decided to burn into his memory for as long as he lived.

YS: Don't think that you're getting a dick pic in return.

YS: Don't get me wrong, I love boobs just as much as the next guy...

YS: But I don't think seeing one of my friend's chest was in my bucket list.

He waited for your response, which took longer than what he would have expected, especially given the circumstances. But it came nonetheless and he couldn't keep himself from face palming as he read your text.

Y/N: That. Wasn't. For. You. Please. Delete.

In old Yeosang fashion, he of course wasn't going to let you off the hook that easily. He just had to tease you about it, just for a little bit.

YS: Well congratulations Y/N....

YS: You've officially tipped the level of stupidity WooSan set before you.

YS: And let me tell you, that was a high bar. Guinness world record level.

He let out a laugh at your little outburst.

Y/N: ASSGHJLKFTTSDFGG

Y/N: I WAS NOT BEING STUPID YOU ASS!!!

Y/N: I just wasn't looking correctly at whom I was texting

Y/N: [insert crying noises]

Opening up his camera, Yeosang held up a peace sign to his face and took a selfie before sending it to you with a caption.

YS: That's what glasses are for, to help blind folks like you

Not liking his jokes and seeing an opportunity, you decided to retaliate.

Y/N: I thought you said you weren't gonna send a dick pic??????

YS: I didn't though???? That's my face

Y/N: You, you Yeosang.

Y/N: You're the dick..

Y/N: NOW who's the stupid one? :P

Yeosang blinked a couple times as it dawned on him what you meant.

YS: Well played my friend.....

YS: But remember I still got your booby pic so it's in your best interest not to piss me off <3

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San was already feeling horny as it was, so to have you send him a nude out of nowhere only fueled the ache he was feeling inside his pants. He looked around in confusion, debating whether or not to do something about it.

"Fuck it." He ultimately said before pulling his sweatpants down to free his cock and start jerking himself off.

Turning on the camera, he quickly sent you a photo of him pleasuring himself as he thanked you for providing him with fap material. Of course, seeing not only your enormous mistake of sending your picture instead of saving it, but to also see one of your friend send you a dirty pic as well had your jaw dropping to the floor. You couldn't believe that you were actually staring at a picture of San's cock.

"Holy shit..." You whispered softly, tongue coming out to lick at your lips.

Y/N: Dang...I knew you were big but... i didn't think you'd be that big

San chuckled softly when he read that, happy to know you were impressed by his length.

S: And I knew you were hot, but I didn't think you were THAT HOT

Y/N: Oh....you think I'm hot?

Y/N: :)

Quickly snapping another photo, San quickly responded to you.

S: I'm literally here in bed, jacking off to your picture. Hell yeah I think you're hot.

Without even thinking about it, your fingers dipped in between your folds. The knowledge that San was jerking off to the thought of you got you aroused. Wanting to continue, you decided to take a short video of yourself playing with your pussy, making sure to moan out San's name to further tease him.

Y/N: What a coincidence.....

Y/N: I think you're hot too.

San let out a deep grunt when he played your video, needing to stop his hand so he wouldn't cum right then and there. Hearing you say his name that way just riled him up even more. Taking hold of himself once more, he started jerking off once again, his soft moans soon turning into whines.

S: Oh God, please keep sending me things like that..

S: And I'll send you a video of my cumshot.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi wheezed, hand coming up to cup over his mouth, shocked to the extreme when he saw your picture. The intimate pose, the nudity, everything about it sent him into a frenzy. He felt it was wrong, seeing you, his friend, in such an intimate way. But for some reason he could not look away. He knew he had to say something, so he typed the first thing that came into his mind.

MG: OH. MY. GAWD.

MG: BOOBIES!

MG: :O

Seeing the fat mistake you made in accidentally sending him that, you quickly typed away, knowing you needed to fix the situation.

Y/N: Mingi...... I'm so sorry. I'm so blind and stupid, I didn't realize I accidentally sent that picture to you.

Mingi pouted slightly when he read your response. Although the rational part of his brain told him beforehand that it was most likely a mistake, part of him hoped it was done on purpose and you had really meant to sent him that.

MG: It's ok Y/N, no worries.

MG: :D

MG: But OH MY GAWD YOU HAVE REALLY PRETTY BOOBIES.

You couldn't help but blush and giggle at how cute he was. He certainly made you feel better with that compliment.

Y/N: Thanks Mingi <3

Y/N: Now could you please do me a favor and erase that photo?

The three dots on the screen lasted for quite a while. Mingi took quite some time before finally responding.

MG: Do I have to???

MG: :'(

Y/N: Mingi what even would you want to do with a picture of me naked?

Like last time, Mingi took another moment to respond.

MG: I'm sorry......... your picture made me get a little problem....

You snorted. Of course something like that was bound to happen.

MG: Could I keep it just a while longer until I fix it?

Mingi's hand fisted the end of his shirt nervously, trying hard to calm himself and his body. But it seemed he didn't need to after all since he now read your response.

Y/N: Only if you promise to send me a video of you fixing your problem, which I know is not little ;)

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung's face reddened significantly, his lips sputtering out incoherent mumbling mixed with the fit of giggles he was having. Anyone passing by would have thought he was crazy, and he felt like he was. It took him a while to compose himself and steady his hand to be able to type back a response to you.

WY: Holy merry Christmas and happy birthday to me.

WY: I must have done something right in my past life to be blessed with nudes.

WY: :")

The embarrassment of knowing you sent the pictures to the wrong recipient was soon replaced with annoyance when you saw who it was that got them and his response, even more when his new texts came up.

WY: Is this your way of telling me that you like me and want me to tap that pussy?

WY: Cause if so, I accept babygirl.

WY: Always knew you had the hots for me, I saw through your game of pretending to dislike me.

You honestly couldn't believe him, especially when he got so full of himself.

Y/N: First of all, I don't pretend, I really don't like you at times.

Y/N: Second of all, those pictures were actually meant for someone else.

Y/N: And thirdly, he's the only one who gets to tap this pussy :)

Wooyoung stared at his phone in deep silence that would have scared anyone. With tongue poking out from his cheek, he quickly replied back to you.

WY: Who the hell is he? I want names and I want it now.

WY: How long have you been fucking him?

You bursted out laughing at his response, finding it hilarious how jealous he sounded.

Y/N: Is someone a little jealous over the fact those nudes weren't for him?

Y/N: Jealous that another dick is fucking this hole?

Wooyoung huffed at your response, tongue clicking against his teeth in annoyance. Not caring about anyone walking into the kitchen, he whipped out his erect cock and sent a photo to you.

WY: Bet I can fuck you better than what he can with my cock baby.

When you saw the photo, you could hardly believe your eyes. Wooyoung was thick, thicker than what you imagined and his glistening tip made your mouth water. Seeing as you already had in mind to fuck somebody, you decided to just give in and let Wooyoung be the one to come over.

Y/N: Don't keep me waiting, my pussy needs to be filled.

WY: Don't worry baby, I'll make sure to fill that dirty hole of yours with my cum until you're begging for more.

WY: ;)

Wooyoung was so engrossed in your chat that he didn't notice Seonghwa walk in.

"What's that smile for?" He asked, noticing the shit eating grin Wooyoung was donning.

"Oh nothing.... just getting some pussy tonight."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

The 98 liners calmly sat in their room, one of them cleaning imaginary dust with his lint roller while the other attempted to catch on some much needed rest. Both of them were disturbed when they heard what sounded like a banshee cry coming from the room next to theirs.

"What was that?" Hongjoong asked, sitting up in his bed.

"Judging by the fact it was a perfect high C, it was definitely Jongho." Seonghwa calmly stated as he returned to his task.

"Oh ok. I'm sure it's nothing."

Unbeknownst to them, Jongho was not ok. He looked panicked and in utter shock as his eyes continued to stayed glued to the lewd photo in front of him. He swallowed hard, silently praying for help from a non-existent force.

Jongho: Umm........ can you please explain to me why you decided to send me a close up pic of your wet kitty?

Jongho: I'M STILL A BABY! HAVE SOME MERCY!

Jongho: Now I'll never unsee this even though I deleted it.

Jongho: [insert crying baby sounds]

Jongho waited for your response, but 15 minutes later and you hadn't even read his text. He began to get fed up and started spamming you until you answered him.

Jongho: TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR ACTIONS!

Jongho: YOU BETTER PAY FOR MY THERAPIST AFTER CAUSING ME SUCH TRAUMA!

Jongho: I SHOULD SUE YOU FOR DAMAGES TO MY MENTAL WELL BEING.

Finally able to find your charger, you quickly plugged in your phone and smiled when it lit back up. But your happiness was short lived when you saw Jongho's endless messages that were brought on by your carelessness.

Y/N: Calm the fuck down Jongho, it was a mistake ok?

Y/N: I'm sorry.

Without another second to waste, Jongho was typing away again.

Jongho: NO! SORRY IS FOR WHEN ONE OF US ACCIDENTALLY STEPS ON SEONGHWA HYUNG'S WET FLOOR.

Jongho: THIS IS NOT A SORRY Y/N!

You rolled your eyes at how dramatic he was being.

Y/N: ok then you oversized baby panda, then what do you want as an apology?

Clearly as displayed by the array of emojis he sent, you knew it was not going to be easy.

Jongho: nothing from your disgusting and unholy ass, thank you.

Jongho: You're blocked and unfriended until further notice or when you cleanse yourself of your sins.

Jongho: Go drink some holy water >:(

Unable to contain a smirk and seeing a way to mess with him further, you texted once more.

Y/N: Trust me, that's exactly what I was planning on doing ;)

Seeing the suggestive emojis, Jongho let out another scream.

Jongho: BLOCKED

Gifs not mine, credit goes to their respective owners.

[toaverse]

Why I don’t like Encanto…

(Just to remind you all that all this is just my personal opinion and interpretation, and that you don’t have to agree with me, as long as you don’t harass me for it)

Look, I know you’re already asking; “Toa! You write a ton of AUs for this very film! How can you possibly dislike it??”

Easy; the message of generational trauma is terribly handled, along with a shit ton of other issues I have with the story of the film.

Allow me to list them for you…

Mirabel, a 15 year old child who had been emotionally abused and left out for a decade, had to do everyone else’s (including adults’) emotional labor and had to bring the entire family back together… I know I already ranted about all that here, but I will repeat it.

So you’re telling me that Mirabel only realized her self-worth after having to fix her whole family…? And that her only reward for putting up with all that neglect and emotional abuse was that her family stopped neglecting and emotionally abusing her…?

And let’s not forget said family finally stopped neglecting her and acknowledging Mirabel only after she did their emotional labor. Throughout the movie, they either brushed her off, ignored her, or where too busy with their own problems to notice her, and it’s only after Mira saved the miracle and brought them together that they acknowledged her!

Alma’s apology was very, very bad. Throughout most of it, she just explained what happened in her past and Pedro’s death (which was traumatic, yes), and this overshadowed the whole apology! And then she just hugged Mira like it’s nothing? Isn’t Mirabel allowed to express her pain of being neglected and left out for 10 years?? Heck, did Alma even say “Sorry”?? When the deleted apology scene felt more sincere and true, there’s a problem!

Isabela didn’t even apologized for treating Mira like shit for (presumably) a decade! Again, she just hugged Mira after singing a song and all was forgiven! And don’t give me the “That’s how siblings act” and “Isa was pressured by Alma” excuses, because they don’t work! Isa is 21, an adult! An adult who should know better then to bully her 15 year old sister for years!

So Bruno apologized to Pepa for “ruining” her wedding with a joke and wanted to say even more apologies. He didn’t have to apologize for anything! Everyone vilanized him for his visions, complained about him and even shunned him! Everyone wronged him, so Bruno didn’t owe a single “Sorry” to them!

But no one apologized to him! They all just accepted him back like nothing has happened!

Hell, Pepa and Julieta at least got an “I’m sorry” from Alma, but Bruno couldn’t even get that?!

Pepa and Julieta just ran up and hugged him like it’s fucking nothing! Like he wasn’t shunned and hid in the walls with horrendous living conditions for 10 years! They just didn’t address that!

And Alma did the exact same thing! She just hugged him upon seeing him, said how she felt like something was missing, and didn’t even apologize for treating him like shit and basically shunning him!

Pepa had no excuse shitting on her brother like that in WDTAB and presumably for a decade. I’ve seen some people say; “Her wedding is just an excuse! She actually missed Bruno after he left.” but that doesn’t excuse her villanizing Bruno, especially after something that happened more than two decades ago! Yes, I know her gift is one of the worst and that it heavily fucked up her life, and I sympathize with her for that, but that doesn’t excuse her from vilanizing Bruno! If anything, for all Pepa knew, he could very well be dead, but she still shat on him!

And it wasn’t even Bruno fault for what happened at her wedding. It wasn’t anyone’s fault! He made a joke, Pepa didn’t take it well and unintentionally caused a hurricane she couldn’t control on her wedding. Knowing that information, I think neither of them where at fault or to blame. Yet Pepa blamed Bruno for it, and he apologized! What the heck?? He didn’t have to!

None of the grandkids even offered to share their room with Mira after her failed ceremony, not even Luisa! Julieta and Agustín either quickly gave up finding a solution, or didn’t step in at all! Mira was just forced to sleep in the nursery, a room meant for children, even in her teen years! Reminding her daily that she isn’t special like the rest of her family!

After singing a whole song about how her family was great and amazing, Mirabel wasn’t even included in the group photo at Antonio’s ceremony that same day! Julieta, Agustín, Luisa or Antonio should’ve included her, but they didn’t! They just took the picture without her like she wasn’t a part of the family!

Bruno outright called Alma, his own mother, out on her mistreatment of Mira, only to be cut off by Alma hugging him and welcoming him back as if she hadn’t shunned him and saying he didn’t care about the family…without a single apology… What the hell?! This was suppose to be his big moment where he finally stands up to his mother who has shunned and scapegoated him, and he does it for his niece who was also a scapegoat and who is still a child! But Alma just cuts him off with a hug and simply welcomed him back as if nothing had happened?? And everything was cool again??? Fuck you!

With all these writing issues that really bother me, I don’t like the movie…

It all just seriously taints the film for me…

We seriously need an Encanto series. Where the family acknowledges their treatment towards Mira and Bruno, and where everything can get properly addressed while having relatable slice-of-life adventures.

But I know what you��re asking; “Toa, why would you make uncountable AUs for a film you don’t even like?”

Easy. Because I love the characters. I love writing different stories and featuring them that are far different from the film, for you all.

And I will keep writing AUs, despite the film. ^^

It’s the story I take major issue with, not the characters.

I’m just going to hope that Lightyear, Strange World and Elemental’s stories and writing are better…

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Ten. Faces

warnings: swearing, hate comments word count: 4.1k (not including pics)

behind the screen (irl dream x f!reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

A/N: sorry its late!!!! this feels rushed but i was just too excited to get to some parts!!! also i have had some parts written out for SO long that they dont even feel cute to me anymore so im literally praying to every deity rn that you guys think its cute lmao anyway enjoy!!!!

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It had been about a week since Karl's slip up but everything was already more normal than Y/n had expected it to be. Of course, George, Sapnap and Quackity were all very understanding and gave her space while simultaneously reassuring her that she was safe with them. She fully believed it too, she knew she was safe with them and they weren't going to tell anyone her name.

The one unusual thing was now she had a heavy guilt, like someone dropped another sandbag in her stomach, every time Dream texted her. If the others knew, it was only fair that she tell him her name too, right? I mean, it's Dream. Dream! The boy who had quickly slipped his way into her life and, though she wouldn't admit it to Karl or Naomi, her heart.

But how? Does she just come right out and say it or wait until it gets brought up? She hadn't practiced telling anyone her name because she wasn't planning on doing it any time soon. Though, maybe she should have been seeing as she was going to see them all in person in a little over a month.

Regardless of the guilt, Y/n had other things to worry about today; Quackity was coming to visit. Karl had picked him up from the airport and the two of them spent all day catching up and doing who knows what but Y/n still hadn't met him. She was scared. She wasn't scared of Quackity, but scared because it was the first time one of her online friends would be able to put a face to her name and voice.

Y/n shuffled across her living room rug and reached for her phone on the coffee table, looking for some sort of distraction while she waited for them to arrive.

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Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, shaking her head as she threw her phone on the couch. Okay, he's right. It's gonna be fine. It's gonna be great. It's just Quackity. If he said anything rude or annoying or anything she could literally just step on him like a bug.

A sharp knock on the front door of her apartment snapped her back into reality. She shook her limbs of nervousness as she made her way to the door, two familiar voices begging to be acknowledged from the other side.

"Let us iiinnn!! Y/nnn!!!!" Karl whined.

After countless times asking the same question, she finally convinced Karl that she was okay with him using her real name in front of Quackity. He clearly still felt guilty about telling the boys her name, asking her multiple times in different ways whether he should call her Y/n or Bugsy in front of the guest. She finally got it through his head that she didn't mind either way.

"Hold on!" she yelled back. She unlocked the door and swung it open to see Karl and Quackity. "So impatient."

"Holy shit, you are tall! Goddammit, I thought that was a joke!"

Y/n laughed shyly at the greeting, looking at Quackity like he was crazy. "Hello to you too. Tried to warn you, dude."

"Yeah but, damn! You're tall and attractive, what the hell?"

"Dude," she said with a warning in her voice. She thought the flirting on Twitter was funny, but in real life she got embarrassed easier and wasn't a fan. "I'm about to kick you out of my house before I even let you in."

This was weird, meeting Quackity before meeting some of her other friends. She loved Quackity, but she had known George much longer and Sapnap even before that. There was no problem with meeting Quackity, she just had no idea how to act since she felt like she hardly knew him.

"Am I allowed to tell people that you're hot?" he asked as he fell on her couch, Karl following right after.

"Quackity!" Y/n yelled, her face heating up at a compliment. "Seriously?"

Karl cackled and shoved Quackity. "Shut up, Alex! No, you're not allowed!"

"Sorry, is that compliment reserved for Dream?" He cackled at his own joke and Y/n's face heated up even more.

"I seriously will kick you out of my house."

"You wanna be flirty on main but not in real life?" Quackity scoffed.

"I'm not flirty on main, you are!" she laughed. "Seriously, don't."

"Okay, sorry, I'll stop," Quackity promised with a laugh in his words.

The three of them fell into easy conversation, mostly because Karl and Quackity were already comfortable around each other at this point. They eventually decided to go to the mall, just to mess around and do something.

*reminder: covid doesn't exist in this fic bc we only want happy things so ignore their masks :P*

Y/n frowned as she unlocked her front door, staring at her phone. She had been so happy with all the fans freaking out about the meetup so she looked at the trending list, expecting to see a flood of keyboard smashes and happiness, but that's not all she ended up seeing. BUGKARLITY was trending, so she scrolled through the tweets and was upset to see not all of them were positive. In fact, when she typed her name in the search bar, lots of the tweets using her name were rather mean.

A few that stuck in her head called her an attention whore and said that her friends only flirted with her because she paid them too. Who on earth would even do that? Some hurt way more than others but she tried to push them aside. It wasn't like this was the first time she had seen comments like this, but they had only gotten worse since her Minecraft date with Dream. She was worried it was cause more hate for her friends and the last thing she wanted was to be the cause of their own hate.

She typed several different messages to Dream, deleting them all after she reread them. She felt like she had to request the same thing from him in a different way. Maybe because she felt like his words meant more, even if he really was just joking like the rest of them. She decided to call him instead of texting.

"Hi!" he chirped happily from the other end.

"Hi, Dream," she said as her chest filled with something warm at the sound of his voice. "How are you doing?"

"Good," he dragged out the word. "How are you?"

"Okay."

"Just okay? What's up?"

"Um," she started, immediately forgetting the words she decided she'd use. "I just... would you mind, uh, not flirting with me so much on, like, Twitter and streams and stuff like that?"

There was a silence before Dream's frantically apologetic words came through. "Yes, of course, oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. If I had known I was making you uncomfortable, I wouldn't have—"

"Wait, no," she interrupted but he must not have heard.

"—said things like... oh gosh. Bug, I'm really sorry—"

"Dream!" she raised her voice, getting him to stop ranting. "You don't make me uncomfortable."

"Oh. Really?"

"Of course not. I actually think it's really..." Cute? Adorable? Endearing? "funny," she decided.

"Oh. Then why...?"

She sighed heavily and explained what she told the others. "So, yeah. I just don't want you guys getting hate because of me so I figure if you stop then... you know."

"Bug..." he said gently. "I'm really sorry. I promise you that I don't—none of us think those things about you."

"I know."

"No, seriously," he said, clearly not believing her. "You need to understand that I..." he paused. "I mean what I say. Always."

Always? she thought. There's a few things he's said that certainly he didn't really mean... like calling her cute?

"I don't joke around like that unless I want to. I wouldn't say things like I say to you unless I really, really, genuinely considered you a close friend and felt comfortable around you. And I do."

Her heart swelled. "Thanks, Dream. I just... maybe don't do it so much for right now? Online, at least," she clarified, not wanting to deprive herself completely of Dream's flirting.

"Yeah, if that's what you want, of course."

"Well, I don't want you to stop flirting with me but, yeah."

He chuckled. "Oh, you do like when I flirt with you?"

She hummed and changed the subject. "Did I interrupt you doing anything?"

"No," his teasing voice dropped and was back to his regular self. "I'm just editing the video we filmed the other day."

"Oh, the 'Minecraft, but you can't touch the floor'?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh," she said, not meaning to sound disappointed. "I'll let you get back to it—"

"No. I mean, you can stay on the phone. Unless you're busy."

She smiled and put her phone on speaker and set it next to her foot on the floor. "I was just gonna paint. So I can stay."

Before she knew it, almost two hours had passed of them sitting in comfortable silence, occasionally speaking to share something with the other before going back to their tasks. It was comforting knowing she didn’t need to speak constantly and could just hang out with Dream.

Y/n's phone rested on the floor next to her, Dream on speakerphone on the other end, only the sounds of his keyboard clicking letting her know he hadn't fallen asleep or hung up. She wasn't sure when they started doing this, staying on the phone even when they had nothing to talk about, but they had done it a few times before. They had talked on the phone and Discord many times but it was usually always with purpose, not usually this silently-enjoying-each-others-presence nonsense. Who was she kidding calling it nonsense, she enjoyed it an embarrassingly insane amount.

She repositioned so she was laying on her stomach as she finished sketching an image that was in her mind.

"Hey, you still there?" Dream asked softly.

"Yeah. Sorry, am I taking away from your sitting in silence time with George?" she joked.

Dream chuckled lightly. "Nah, you're more fun. I was just seeing if you ditched me for Karl yet."

"Nah, you're more fun," she mimed truthfully. "But I'm very focused on this drawing."

"Can I see it when you're done?"

"Don't expect too much. It looks bad."

"If you don't tell me what it is, I can't know how accurate or inaccurate it is."

"Very true..." she trailed off, holding the canvas further away to examine it all at once. She wanted the sketch to be perfect before she made permanent choices with paint. She enjoyed the serenity they maintained even when talking, voices low and delicate like they were keeping secrets but not quite whispering. "Are you almost done editing your video from the other day?"

"Sorta. I'm at the part where you and Sapnap almost died laughing because a ghast knocked George into lava and then Sapnap laughed so hard he fell into lava."

She chuckled, remembering the situation vividly. "That was so funny. The way George screams is so funny."

"Let Naomi know that," he mumbled, causing Y/n to gasp.

"Dream!" she laughed loudly and he joined.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's true though."

"Disgusting!"

A distant voice sounded on the other end and she assumed it was Sapnap. "What do you want for dinner?"

Dream responded with a soft, "Nothing, I'm good."

"Are you talking to Bugsy?"

He must have responded physically because the next sound was Sapnap's very clear, much more lively voice speaking directly into the phone. "Hi, Bugsy!"

"Hi, Sapnap!"

"Can you tell Dream to eat some damn food? This man literally hasn't eaten a single thing all goddamn day."

"Dream," Y/n scolded slowly. "Please eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"I'm not showing you my painting until you eat."

A door closed on the other end and she took that as a sign that Sapnap had left.

"I don't wanna see it anyway. It's probably trash."

"Take that back!" she gasped lightly. She looked at the canvas as she grabbed the first paint color and laughed. It was only a sketch and it was already trash. "Fine, then I won't go on the trip if you don't eat in the next ten minutes."

"That's punishing yourself too though."

"Who says I want to see you?" she asked.

"I never said anything about not seeing me being the punishment."

She had been caught. "It was implied."

"Sure it was."

"It's true though. Who says I wanna see your stupid face?"

He didn't say anything, but an incoming FaceTime call lit up Y/n's phone. A FaceTime call from him.

Her smile dropped. "Clay?"

"Answer it," his voice was lower and her heart started beating faster. Was he really about to show her his face to prove a point? Reveal his biggest secret that only a few close friends knew? To her of all people? She made sure she couldn't be seen in the small window and pressed accept, the voice call ending and the FaceTime call starting.

To her surprise, what came into view wasn't his face, but the logo of the hoodie he was wearing, the simple smile of his merch taunting her. She laughed, the anxiety slowly fading away as it was replaced with a heavy feeling in her stomach. Was she disappointed? Maybe a little, but he teased her into believing she would see him.

"Oh, wow! Dream face reveal! He looks just like his icon, no way!!!"

His chest moved up and down as he laughed, not moving the camera away. "You heard it here first, guys! You've known my face all along, the logo is actually my face!"

She laughed and returned to painting, not paying any more attention to her phone since he was now also showing his ceiling, a small corner of his monitor in frame but nothing else. "I mean it though, if you don't eat, I'm going to be so mad I won't even want to be friends anymore. Or you'll die from malnourishment before we get the chance to meet."

"I doubt it. I'm just not hungry."

"Whatever."

"Oh, hey, so you met Quackity today. How was it?"

"Very scary."

"Yeah?" he asked sympathetically, urging her to explain if she wanted.

"Yeah. But it turned out okay! He didn't act any different so it was fine. It was mostly just awkward. He's also so freaking loud. You would not believe how much louder he and Karl get when they're together."

"I can imagine. Aren't they doing a stream right now or something?"

"Yeah, I think so. I don't wanna watch though, I've had enough of them for the month."

Dream laughed. "How will you deal with them together for New Years'? It'll be for like two weeks."

"Who knows if I'll actually go?"

"Wait, what?" he asked abruptly, not even bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice. His keyboard stopped clicking and she could picture him staring at his phone as if looking at her. "Of course you're going."

"Not if you don't eat food! You have, like, 3 minutes to eat something until I officially am busy doing other things whenever the trip is."

Dream groaned and clicked a few things on his computer before the image on the screen became blurry as he walked through the house, still pointing it at the ceiling. She looked away again and kept painting.

"Quackity's really funny though," she continued. "It was super awkward at first but it was fun to have someone else to help me make fun of Karl."

"Wait, Bug," Dream called out over the sound of wrappers crinkling.

"Hm?" She hummed, continuing to paint.

"Bug," his voice was much softer and he sounded nervous.

She looked at her screen and dropped the paintbrush as she focused on what she saw, grabbing her phone and holding it closer to her face so she could see, still making sure she wasn't in view. All the anxiety from the beginning of the FaceTime suddenly came back and hit her like a truck. Sitting on her screen, waiting to be seen, was Dream. His hood was up, tufts of blonde hair sticking out, and he was standing with his back towards a dark room, the dim light from his pantry making his face just visible.

He held up a cookie in front of his actual, real face. "Are you watching?"

"Y-yea... I... Yeah. I'm watching. Is that really you?"

He nodded once before shoving the cookie in his mouth. "There, I consumed food," he announced, his voice muffled by the cookie. "Now you're legally obligated to come."

"I—What? CLAY! WHAT?"

"What?" he asked innocently as he chewed, walking back to his room and still holding the phone up to show his face. His room light was on, making his face much more visible. If Y/n thought he was attractive in the harsh pantry light, he must have looked like a god in his room lighting, even as pixelated as he was due to the quality of FaceTime. He fell on his bed and Y/n could only gape at his features. He slumped against his headboard, surrounded by roughly a thousand pillows, sporting a small, shy smile as he stared at the screen. "Bug, what?"

She opened her mouth but no words came out. Needless to say, he was unbelievably handsome. Part of the speechlessness was from the shock that he showed his face out of the blue, but obviously, the majority of it was that he was pretty much the most attractive person she'd ever seen. It should be illegal for someone to look that good in a hoodie, especially when pixelated.

"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully. "Wanna take back what you said earlier?" He bit into another cookie.

"W-what did I say earlier?" Why was she stuttering???

"You said you don't wanna see me and that I'm ugly," he teased.

She paused for too many seconds too long before finally muttering, "you arrogant son of a bitch." He laughed loudly at that.

His eyes crinkled and he threw his head back. So that's what he looks like when he wheezes, she thought to herself, pretty.

Dream shuffled his position on his bed and rested his head on one of his hands. He looked so comfy. "Why are you so quiet, weirdo?" he mumbled.

She set her phone back down and touched her cheeks with her hands and looked away for a moment, grounding herself to the real world for a second. She couldn't process her thoughts when she was staring at a man as gorgeous as Clay. "I don't know, maybe because you gave me no warning before showing me your face? Or because you failed to mention that you're incredibly hot?"

She was so glad she had looked back at her phone or else she would have missed the glorious sight of his cheeks turning bright red before he turned the camera back to his ceiling. "Oh my gosh."

"Aw cute, I made you blush."

"Shut up," he mumbled. "You threatened to not come if I didn't eat something!"

"You didn't have to—you showed me your freaking face just to prove you ate a cookie!! DREAM! I would have believed you if you just said you ate something!" she laughed breathlessly, staring at the phone now for a chance to see him again. "I was joking anyway!"

"Sure you were."

"I was."

"Well, oh well. You deserved to see me anyway."

"Oh, I deserve to see you?" She laughed. "How big is your ego?"

"You know what I meant," he groaned. "You got doxxed by Karl and you met Quackity in person. And you've clearly had a bad day because of all the hate and stuff. You've done a lot of stressful things recently and you deserved to be let in on a secret too."

He was so sweet. Like, tooth-rotting, Halloween candy stash hidden under a kid's bed, upset tummy sweet. She also couldn't get over the fact that he was a million times cuter when he was shy like he was being now, his voice soft and unsure. It contrasted vastly with the confident, loud-mouthed Dream everyone usually saw, though she liked that Dream too. She wished he could show his face for just one more second to see what he looked like shy. Probably sickeningly adorable.

This was it, wasn't it? The chance she had been waiting for to tell him her name? He just let her in on his biggest secret, now he was the one deserving to be let in.

"Y/n," she said with a confident, but soft voice.

There was a long pause. "W-what?"

"Y/n."

He understood the second time immediately. "Y/n..." he tested, the smile in his voice clear as day. "I like it."

"Yeah, well, I guess you deserved to know the secret too."

"I would have been content never knowing."

"Really?" She didn't believe him. He seemed like the type to never be satisfied, always looking for something better. Not in a greedy way, but in a motivational, goal-oriented big achiever way.

"Really," he hummed. "I already feel like you're too good to be true so I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't a real person."

It was silent as she tried to collect her thoughts.

"Bug? You okay?"

"Yeah, I... it's just a lot."

"Sorry."

"No, it's not you. Well... I don't know. I just don't know what I'm supposed to say when you say things like that," she admitted.

He paused. "I think you always have the perfect responses when I say things like that."

"What do I usually say?" She smiled shyly, pulling her hoodie up to her lips.

"You usually call me a nerd or say you can't stand me. 'Oh my gosh I cannot stand you'," he mimicked before laughing.

"What? How is that the perfect response to you saying you can't believe I'm real?"

He hummed and she could practically hear him shrugging. "Because it's a classic Bug response. It's a hundred perfect you. So yeah, it's perfect."

She was silent, trying to compose herself before she exploded.

"By the way, check Twitter."

"Why, are you bragging about me calling you hot?" she teased, hoping to make him blush like she had earlier. It worked.

"Oh my gosh, no. Just look."

She clicked her home button and navigated to the app, her feed instantly flooding with the same similar messages.

"Oh, my gosh," she muttered, her fingers flying away as she typed out her own tweet in response to the love.

Dream chuckled from the other end and when she asked him why, he vaguely said that George texted him but didn't explain further.

"Um, I have to go," she said mournfully. "Karl and Quackity are coming over again."

"Booooo," he pouted.

"Sorry, you aren't the only man in my life," she teased before instantly regretting her choice of words. Too flirty, Y/n, she thought to herself.

"Hm, shame. Am I at least at the top of the list?"

She bit her lips, wanting desperately to repeat what she had told him on their Minecraft date. In the end, she gave in. "I always mean what I say too," she started. "You're my main bitch, baby."

Dream made some sort of sound, a mix of a scoff and a whine but Y/n didn't comment on it, just glowing with heat in her cheeks.

"Leave before I don't let you," he said softly and the heat only grew.

"Goodnight, Dream," she pressed, the tone in her voice letting him know he was being a tease. "Thanks for... thanks for your tweet. And for everything you said earlier."

"Of course. Sorry that you have to see those kinds of things a lot."

"It's okay when I have people like you."

"People like me? What does that mean?"

"Just.... people like you." Cute, sweet, kind, genuine people who make her heart flutter.

She could hear his smile in his words and she figured he knew the unspoken words in her thoughts, the ones she was saying without saying. "Okay. Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight."

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