#i love our conversations literally will never run out of topics

[plasticferal]

keeping score | matt & chris sturniolo.

prologue: 'they say love is the sixth sense that destroys all other five senses’

authors notes: 1.9k, explicit language, reader discretion is advised. welcome to my first series, please enjoy the ride.

they both want you. the only way matt and chris can agree to settle who wins is through competition, one where you’re the prize. your own heart is torn between the two brothers. the thing is though, love doesn’t keep score.

they have two very different experiences to offer. two sides of the same coin. a coin you refuse you flip and settle on.

matt is the first to catch your eye in any room. he makes you nervous. butterflies, awkward laughs, stuttering over your words. all of it. you like him. you’re unsure if he feels the same toward you.

however, you also like chris. the compliments he showers you in, the subtle flirting, the way he softens his tone around you, how giving he is, the way he’s so shamelessly himself. the list goes on. he’s different. 

it’s a weird triangle of intrigue and unrequited feelings that lingers and is never acknowledged.

you’re already convinced it’ll never happen. with either of them. you’d be putting too much at risk considering how deeply you value your friendship before anything else. the fear of falling in love, and losing them both. 

which might just be your karma for being into both brothers. 

they occupy the living room. you’re upstairs, using nick’s bed to take a nap while he showers, and he takes long showers. he’s always given you a safe space in the house, to make it feel like home. 

you love to annoy chris and matt by stealing their clothes, blankets, soft drinks out of the fridge, tagging along to every late night drive and fast food pick up. 

they share everything with you, but you designate yourself in nicks’s room as to not stir up any terrible, rash decisions on your accord.

being fast asleep and tangled up in crisp, cold, silk sheets, it’s a deep sleep. completely escaping into your dreams.

you’re left unaware of the chaos that’s about to ensue in the living room between the two brothers who occupy your mind. chaos is the score in which reality is written upon.

“you like y/n, right?” matt asks chris. 

you’ve had a strange feeling for a while now that matt is trying to set you up with his brother. which, as flattering as it is, it’s bittersweet. 

matt is sinking lazily into the lounge while scrolling through his phone, on the furthest left. chris is on the furthest right with his feet kicked up on the coffee table. 

they’re in direct view of each other on the L shaped couch. not in a literal sense, just in proximity. neither brother is actually looking up from a screen of some kind.

“what?” chris snaps his head toward matt, diverting from the television for a moment. 

“just answer the question.” matt huffs.

“of course i like y/n. she’s the closest person in our life besides like, nick” chris shrugs, going to look back at the screen again. 

matt groans in disappointment at his response. 

“you know i don’t mean it like that.” matt sits up slightly, readjusting his position and posture.

“god here we go again.” chris runs a hand down his face, fearing his brother's next words. 

“how do you really feel about her?” matt pries. 

unusual for him. out of character even, chris is usually the one who needs to know everything all the time, and is never afraid to ask the hard hitting questions, as annoying as it may be. but not with this topic of conversation.

the difference is, chris does it because he’s genuinely curious. matt asks questions for his own selfish reason, to chris’s oblivion. 

chris needs reassurance that he’s making the right decision in not pursuing you. matt needs to know if or when he’s going to have to compete. little does he know that time is nearing. 

“man, i don’t know. i just- i like her. can’t we leave it at that?” chris’s tone is anguished. 

“you’re avoiding the question-”

“i answered your question!” chris cuts matt off before he can fully form his sentence, and matt’s jaw tightens. 

“fine, whatever.” matt waves his hands in the air with defeat before diverting back to his phone, leaving chris to linger on his words.

“i’m never gonna make a move. i know how you feel about her, too.” chris huffs, as though he’s annoyed at the response he’s had to give.

“what’d you mean?” matt gives chris a glare, like he’s daring his next words.

“you know exactly what i fuckin’ mean” chris scoffs, shifting in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and pulling the sleeves of his gray hoodie past his knuckles.

matt takes a loud inhale through his nose and exhales through his mouth 

“we can’t just keep pretending that we both don’t want her.” matt drops his phone onto his stomach face down, being slightly slumped. 

“i’ve been fine pretending” chris throws the hood of his sweatshirt over his head to hide his eyes more from matt, a natural reaction to not enjoying the grilling. 

“well if you don’t make a move, i will.” matt’s tone is serious.

“you wouldn’t.” chris deadpans, a sincere tone of disbelief seeping from his lip that he’s now biting the corner of.

“you’ve been saying you’re gonna make a move forever and haven’t done shit."

he knows it’s not nice, but there’s something about the lack of passion from chris despite the obvious crush just makes matt's skin crawl. if someone is going like you and not do anything about it, matt is more than willing to shoot his shot, give you what you deserve. 

“that’s not fair” chris twists his face, glaring at his brother. 

"i think it’s more than fair play at this point, kid.” matt scoffs.

if looks could kill, matt would be dead.

all those times you’ve perceived matt bringing up chris to entice you have just been a ploy to gauge how both of you feel. he knows it’s manipulative, but no harm, no foul.

the worst part is, chris isn’t actually even sure he wants a relationship. he’s infatuated by you, undoubtedly. matt on the other hand would marry you with a paper ring. 

they’re both scared of their own feelings, and the intentions that might come along with them. they don’t ever want to hurt you, but their carnal desire is misleading their moral compass.

“alright then,” chris starts, matt’s words hitting a nerve for him. he slaps his hands onto his thighs and sits up in his spot. 

“how do we settle this? who gets her?” chris continues, staring at his brother intently now.

“i don’t think we get to make that decision.” matt shakes his head, bringing his hand to his mouth as he begins to bite his nails, which muffles his words.

“you’re right, we don’t. but we’re gonna have to compete for it to even be an option.”

“compete” matt repeats chris’s words with a sour huff, a slight arrogance in the sense that he doesn’t view his brother as a threat. 

not when it comes to you, and there might be a small part of that statement that’s correct. you have a sweet spot for matt, which fires up chris even more. he is conscious that he’s the underdog, as much as you try to show an even amount of attention to the both of them.

“what’s wrong? you scared you’ll lose?” chris taunts. 

“that’s the least of my worries.” matt scoffs, his mind traveling down every possible path this terrible idea could go down. 

“fine, then you won’t be afraid of a little competition.” chris says nonchalantly, pushing back with the same energy matt’s been giving, turning the tables.

“what’s your plan here? we just tally up the moments we get with her until someone wins? to boost our own egos?” matt speaks with his hands.

“i do love to have my ego stroked” chris grins to himself, the thought of you crossing his mind as the words leave his mouth. his train of thought tends to wonder easily.

“seriously, chris, how do we plan on settling this?” matt rubs his hands together, like the action you do when you’re trying to stay warm. 

“i think there’s only one answer to that.” chris responds, in a “duh” tone, without explicitly sharing what’s on his mind.

their sixth sense of being able to unpack each other's minds sparks like an electrical fault in the moment. of course, neither of them hate the thought of getting you in bed. they just hate the thought of you being unaware. 

somehow it’s more challenging than falling in love, or securing a relationship. betting to sleep with you is actually the hardest challenge of them all, let alone covering all the bases in order to attain it. 

the intimacy, the intensity of it all. it just seems so unattainable. it requires them, and you, to be completely and utterly vulnerable. 

“that seems kind of, objectifying.” matt shifts his demeanour, ironic considering he sparked the conversation. 

“it wouldn’t be a competition without a challenge.” chris acknowledges, and unfortunately for the both of them, he’s right. 

“this sounds so fucked up” matt says, running his hand through his scruffy hair.

“first brother to five points takes all. all of her.” chris speaks, confidently setting up the challenge. 

essentially their plan is to see who can get the closest to you, and let the other brother suffer in watching it happen. which occurs points. loser has to back off of you completely. unless someone gets to you first, in which case all their hard work flies out the window. they won’t be making it easy for each other.

“points won’t matter when i get her into bed first.” matt’s smug, knowing it’ll make chris go insane. 

“so i take it that you’re up for the challenge?” chris ignores matt’s words with a prompt, because if he doesn’t disregard it, he’ll lash out. 

matt considers it. at least he acts like he does. he knows his answer. if he wants you, if either of them do, they have no choice but to compete. neither of them are sure if it’s love or lust, but they’re about to find out. 

they are certain of one thing though. they like everything about you. the way you look. the way you smell. the way you sound. they know exactly why they want you. it’s the first time ever someone has been able to grab the attention of both brothers. hence the severity of the agreement.

“when do we start keeping score?” matt responds, and that’s all the reassurance chris needs in his brothers answer. 

as if on command, you trudge down the stairs in a sleepy state. their eyes snap toward you simultaneously, and you blink repeatedly to make sure you’re seeing them right. 

you are their favorite part of every day, so it’s not out of the ordinary for them to acknowledge your entrance, but you can feel the intensity of their eyes on you with a different energy. 

with foggy vision still clearing as you rub your heavy, tired eyes, you let a small yawn escape. they both melt at the sight, despite you feeling like you’re in your least desirable state. 

you’re not even paying attention to their back and forth bickering. the sound of their voices muffling through your ears. whatever it is they’re saying, they’re not saying it loud enough for you to hear before you even make it down the stairs.

“now.” chris states, eyes snapping back at his brother as they both raise off the lounge.

all is fair in love and war.

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[pumpkin-bats]

No Comparison - Sanji x Reader

a/n: This took me so long to write for literally no reason. I hope it turned out ok though! Plz enjoy our silly little blonde loverboy!

summary: Sanji’s habit of practically worshiping every woman he sees makes you anxious from time to time. He refuses to let you stay anxious about it.

contains: sfw topics, gender neutral terms for reader, fluff, comfort, mention of anxiety and insecurities.

wc: 1k+

Sanji was not somebody you fought with. Not because you never had anything to fight about, but because Sanji did his best not to give you a reason to be upset with him.

It wasn't as though you were upset with him now... but you weren't too happy either.

The thing is that he has this undying love and devotion towards all women. He'll fall at their feet and swoon and follow their every word, sometimes at his own expense. It bothered you, sure, but at this point in your relationship, you knew that didn't mean he loved or prioritized them over you. You were his partner, after all.

However, that didn't stop the occasional bout of anxiety that would overcome you when he was a little too close to someone than you were comfortable with.

You'd never ask him to change, since that was a big part of what made Sanji, Sanji. And, ultimately, he was mindful not to go too far since you started dating. You knew he didn't love them more or love you less, but it still... hurt. Just a little bit.

After all, no one likes the idea of seeing their boyfriend being overly friendly with someone who wasn't them. Unless they're into that, which you weren't.

It was after one of these incidents where he gave a look too flirty, a voice too enraptured, that had you out here now. Leaning against the railing, the time pushing close to midnight, as you watched a sky glittering with stars. You wouldn't cry, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to. It was one of those nights.

It wasn't cold, but a light brush of the late night breeze against your skin made a shiver run through you. As if on cue, a black suit jacket settled snugly across your shoulders. The smell of cigarette smoke and spices wafted up from the fabric and it did little to fend off the slight burning sensation in your eyes that you'd been fighting off.

"You're gonna catch a cold out here if you're not careful," Sanji spoke softly, moving to stand beside you and lightly press his arm against yours.

"No I won't, it's not even that cold out," you huff back, chuckling quietly. The slight quirk of your lips still felt a bit too bitter for your liking, but you tucked the jacket closer to you regardless.

You could tell his eyes were trailing over your face, sweeping over your features. He had a little frown as he leaned forward to see you better.

"Hey, what's the matter?" he asked, tone more serious than it was a second ago.

"Nothing..." You hesitated. 

A sudden urge prickled at the back of your skull to unload every one of your thoughts onto him. Ask if you're more important than the girls he fawns over, if you really meant that much to him. There's also the part of you that's too scared of the consequences of instigating that kind of conversation. Namely the look of pain you know would be there, as if he didn't make it obvious how much he cherished you on a daily basis.

Sanji waited patiently for you to speak, not rushing an answer but simply giving you the space to think. The fact that you knew he'd follow along with whatever you decided made this worse.

"What..." You swallowed the lump forming in your throat and nearly grimaced at the way it struggled to go down. "What made you want to date me?"

Sanji blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard by the question. "Huh?"

"It's... you always go along with whatever I say, and you do the same with all the girls you come across. A lot of things are the same. We don't even argue- I just... wanted to know what made me different... from them."

The silence that followed was thick and heavy. You refused to look over at him, almost ashamed of your insecurity. The ugly voices whispering about how you weren't good enough. Your doubt in him despite knowing how much he's done and is willing to do for you.

But it's hard not to. Not when his eyes still reflect hearts at any passing woman.

Almost a full minute passed when Sanji finally answered. His voice was quiet, almost strained.

"Have I been making you feel this way this entire time?"

"No, no of course not, I only-"

"No. There's no excuse." He placed gentle hands on your shoulders and lightly guided you to turn and face him. "Don't make an excuse for me when I'm hurting you."

You couldn't help but look into his eyes as he spoke. Maybe it's because he was missing the classic cigarette that dulled the lines of his face with plumes of smoke, his blue eyes seemed crystal clear under the moonlight. Clear and focused intently on you.

"I- I wasn't. You're not hurting me, it's just my own... it's me." With him holding your gaze, it was difficult to not expose your more truthful thoughts. The uglier ones.

You watch as his curled brow furrowed deeper, his lips pulling into a tight line. Then he slowly, gently, as if you were paper in his arms, pulled you closer until he had you pressed securely against his chest.

"It is you. It's because it's you that this is important. I don't pick fights with women, because I can't. I respect them, but it's different. If I upset them then that's a moment of regret. But if I were to ever upset you, I'd rather have that idiot moss head gut me with his swords. I can live without them. I can't breathe without you."

"What's a passing wildflower when compared to the sun? What's appreciating a moment of beauty to seeing the light of tomorrow? One is much easier to lose than the other." As he said this, you felt him squeeze you just a bit tighter.

"I can tone it down, whatever you need me to do, because you matter more to me. I'm with you because no one makes the world as colorful as you do. You chose me, and I will never take that for granted."

He pulled away only to hold your face in his hands, his thumb grazing over your cheekbone as he smiled at you. There was more affection and truth held in that expression than there were stars in the sky.

"Nothing and no one compares to you. And I'm not stupid enough to let anyone think otherwise."

[Fin~]

[dr-spectre]

a thought i keep stumbling on while trying to work out Splatoon's world, how fairly "utopian" splatoon seems to be compared to our own, and i'm wondering just how far that goes, socially and economically

the primary activity for inkfish is an all-inclusive, free to play social sport where you literally get paid for playing, the only barrier to entry being a weapon, of any kind, even a scavenged up Splattershot Jr. (which may even be freely given?)

GrizzCo, evil as it is, seems to take full advantage of inkfish respawning (the helicopter does not leave even when the Triumvirate shows up in an enclosed space like Undertow, fucking insane pilot), so no one ever seems to actually die on the job? with actually pretty decent pay alongside it (if you get lucky lmao)

there is/this is way WAY too much to type in somebody's askbox but GRAAHHHH SPLATOON LORE

I'm going to be honest, i haven't given much thought on the social and economic status of the Splatoon world LMAO! My knowledge of Splatoon lore only goes to the Idols, the timeline and the hidden stuff in the games. Trying to figure out how money works in Splatoon and the conversion of it to real world dollars is just as headache inducing as figuring out how the fuck does the Inkling and Octoling hair work.

Like look at this chocolate cereal for example, in our dollars, would it be 38 bucks? 3 dollars and 80 cents? Or is it based on Japanese Yen? Because Inkopolis is definitely inspired by Tokyo and other cities in Japan, just take a look at the architecture.

Inkopolis and Splatsville for sure seem very utopian and you don't hear much about crimes or any real issues aside from giant electric fishes being stolen every once in a while, and maybe an Idol goes missing and comes back like a few days later (you know who I'm talking about.)

To me it's basically Japan but more advanced and has sea creatures running the place instead of hairy fleshy humans like us lol. And they have a popular sport anyone can join and get paid for. Turf War is like THE THING in their society and they wanna encourage everyone to play it, so they give out money. Or at least that's why i think Inklings and Octolings get paid when participating in Turf War. Hell it makes sense for Inklings and Octolings to get paid for ranked battles because it's more serious and competitive, like the competitive sports we have in our world.

Also i wanna say something too which is semi off topic, Inklings and Octolings are kinda fucking insane strength wise, they are able to carry large rollers, fire giant gatling guns, survive from nearly any height as they seem to slow down in the air and land just fine. They have no bones and can stand perfectly fine with just muscles alone. And as long as there's a respawn machine, they can never die, and if there isn't a respawn machine then they'll stay as floating little ghosts until they find a machine.

Like Callie and Marie for example, are not some cute little defenseless girls, HELL NO! They will MURDER you easily if given the opportunity. If a creep were to go onto their stages or if someone tried to grab them, they would easily grab them by the neck and throw them into the atmosphere! Their bodies are just pure muscle and ink. (And they have military training too technically.) And that's one of the reasons why i like em so much... They strong... We all love physically strong girls that can carry us or fucking destroy us... Don't lie to me...

The only thing that can truly kill them is age and even then, they age MUCH slower than us. Cuttlefish and Octavio are over 130 years old and they act like they are around 70 to 80 years old in human years. And you can probably extend their lifespan by giving them more ink as when they age they slowly dry out, so all you gotta do is keep giving them ink and they might be able to survive for much longer.

There is also water, however it only seems like large bodies of water make them explode and i'm sure you can't just spray a hose at them to kill them lmao.

It's no wonder Mr. Grizz uses these cephalopods to collect eggs, Inklings and Octolings are insanely strong.

[noirvette]

WE NEVER EXISTED

[band smau]

[FIFTEEN]

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Note: haha... it's a long one guys..

The concert had ended and you couldn't help but think it was the most fun night of your life. South Park certainly knew how to draw in a crowd and give a band their best experience ever. Endorphins running through your body at an all time high, you felt happy, light, floaty in a way. Like nothing could ever tear you down.

"What a night!" Clyde exclaimed, tossing his drumsticks in the air, doing some random juggling routine with them.

Nichole hummed a noise of agreement, "Right! I don't think I've seen so many people of South Park in one place before."

Everyone nodded at Nichole's statement.

"Well, I for one am beat," Stan sighed out, before taking a sip of his water, "I don't think I've sang that many high notes in my life before in one concert."

"You did a good job bro," Kyle slapped his hand on Stan's back, rubbing his shoulder a bit, "You all did."

Clyde stared at the scene in front of him before turning to you mouth open wide in shock before looking back at Stan and Kyle, "Oh my god they're making out in front of us guys!"

You stifled your laugh as Stan turns to Kyle make obnoxious kissing noises towards him, "Style will be real in 10 seconds."

Kyle scoffed and turned to find a place to sit down and Stan threw his arms around Kyle's waist, "NOOOO babe don't leave meeeeee."

"Oh my god you weirdo," Kyle rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, "Fine, fine I'll sit with you, scooch over."

Stan does so and Kyle sits besides him, "Well we've got some downtime before the truck guys come to grab our equipment, what do you guys wanna do?"

"FOOD. OH FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING PRECIOUS TO ME, CAN WE PLEASEEEE ORDER SOME FOOD!!" Clyde falls to his knees, begging.

Kyle took his phone out opening DoorDash, "Yeah I'm feelin hungry myself, what you guys want? I'll start a group order but you all owe me back."

You patted your pocket, "Oh wait where's my phone?"

Kyle's face briefly shows one of panic, "I uh, put it on the charger you left it and I found it dead.. so I plugged it in for you."

"Oh! Thanks Kyle."

"No problem, I'll just pay for you for tonight."

Clyde scoffs, "What is THIS Kyle Broflovski? You pay for our dear bassist but not for your lovely Clyde THE Donovan?"

"Clyde."

"This is like........instrumentalism..Do you just like bassists? Do you hate drummers?"

Nichole looks up in confusion, giving Clyde a side eye, "That.. is definitely NOT a word meant for that use smart ass."

"Uh huh, it sure is, don't change the topic though Nicky.. the important thing here is that no one is paying.. for ME!"

Kyle sighs, "Clyde."

"Uh.. I'm not finished yet," Clyde holds a finger up, "As I was saying, why don't you pay for me too! Do you just hate me, Kyle? I thought we were besties..."

If emoticons could be used as tones... you swear Clyde would sound like exactly like the sad emotion right now.

"Clyde." Kyle tries again.

"Oh my god can you let me do what I need to do?" Clyde frowns in fake irritation.

"Did..are you quoting Tyler the Creator right now? Seriously?" Stan asks.

"Yeah."

You snort at Clyde's antics and Kyle rubs his eyes, "Dude.. You can pay for yourself.. your phone is right there.. and CHARGED. You literally just got an angry birds notification."

Clyde turns around and sure enough his phone sat lit up with an angry birds notification sitting on his home screen, "Oh well this is awkward.. but still! It's the principle of things.."

Before Kyle could utter another word, Clyde continues, "BUT! I'll let you off the hook.. I'll pay for myself; you win this time.. Kyle Matthew Broflovski.."

"NOT THE FULL NAME." Stan bursts out laughing hard and Kyle sits there with his head in his hands, face covered in a slight blush from embarrassment.

Nichole, having tuned the conversation out and scrolling on DoorDash herself, pipes up with, "Does Burger King sound alright? It's either that or McDonalds and I'd rather not have them again tonight."

"Sounds good with me!" You chirp and the other three give their own mentions of agreement.

Kyle sends the link out and then gets up to sit beside you, "What would you like?"

"Hmm.." You lean in to get a better look at his phone and Kyle stiffens a bit before handing his phone to you.

"Thanks," You add your order in and hand the phone back to him, "Hey Kyle do you think my phone's charged by now?"

Kyle hums briefly and without thinking says, "Yeah should be."

"Oh great, where is it?"

He pauses briefly, having realized what he said, "Uhhh... You know.. I'm not sure where I plugged it in, give me a second to place the order if everyone would FINISH," He gives Stan a harsh side eye who just shrugs in return, "And I'll help you look."

Nichole frowns and gives you a glance and you catch it and just shrug, "Alright works with me, just as long as my phone is still here and someone didn't take it.. because you'd be owing me a new phone mister."

Kyle places the order and stands up, "Yup, I know.. That's why I'm hoping it's still here myself. Alright well lets go find it."

Kyle starts walking off towards the trailers and you follow, the other three look at each other and immediately start gossiping once you two are out of ear shot.

"Alright, what the hell is going on between those two?" Nichole asks.

Stan shrugs, "Hell if I know, suddenly they just became like that!" Stan snaps his fingers.

"Okayy.. well they've always been relatively close, I mean not as close as recently but, they've always had an easier connection." Clyde points out.

"Right and this is Y/n we're talking about.. she wouldn't be stupid enough to cheat on Kenny right?" Stan questions and Nichole shakes her head.

"No, that girl is dedicated to him, she wouldn't dream of doing that to Kenny."

Clyde sits for a minute, thinking, "Well what if Kyle's manipulating her? To like fall in love with him? I mean he's liked her since.. how long now?"

Stan looks over at Clyde incredulously, "Dude! That's my best friend you're dissing right now and absolutely not, Kyle isn't that kind of guy."

Clyde shrugs, "Hey bro I was just throwin ideas out there."

"Yeah, shitty ones."

Nichole chimes in, trying to break the random argument that's about to start, "Uh guys."

"I don't hear any genius ideas coming from YOU, Stanley Randall William Marsh."

"WHY ARE YOU SAYING OUR FULL NAMES LIKE THIS." Stan raises his voice in exasperation.

"Cuz it's funny." Clyde simply states.

"Uhhh... Guys?" Nichole says with more urgency.

"Yes Nichole?" Clyde turns to look at her, batting his eyelashes.

"Have.. you two seen twitter?"

You turn to ask Kyle, "You sure you left it in here?"

Kyle scratches his neck and looks around the trailer room, "Yeah, it should be here."

"No it's not." You sigh.

"What?"

"You have a thing, you scratch your neck and refuse to make eye contact when you're hiding the truth."

"A...thing?" Kyle asks confused.

"Yeah like a tell, people have these quirks about them that they do.. when they're lying or if they're happy or you know something like that."

Kyle still stares at you with slight confusion, "And... mine is scratching my neck and refusing to make eye contact?"

You nod, "Yeah.. pretty much."

"So you're calling me a liar?"

"I'm not calling you a truther."

"Don't," Kyle holds a hand up, "Quote Drake and Josh when you're accusing me of lying."

You cross your arms annoyed, "I'm not accusing you of lying I'm stating you're not telling me the truth right now... about MY phone no less."

Kyle sighs in defeat, "Okay.. You got me, but Y/n, sit down."

"Wha?" You start.

"Please."

"Wow, okay.." You slowly start to sit down and Kyle sits down at the couch across from you, "What is this about.?"

Kyle bites his lip and refuses to meet your gaze, "Y/n.. I.."

"Oh my god," You nervously chuckle, "You're scaring me, Kyle."

Kyle runs a hand through his hair and stares at the ground, you can see his jaw is clenched.

He looks back up at you and wordlessly fishes your phone out of his back pocket and slides it over to you.

"You had it? Kyle what the he.." You trail off, meeting his gaze. His eyes tell you that he's nervous.. that he's serious.. and that he's sad.

You swallow nervous again.. you can feel the mood change in the room, really you think it changed a while ago but your nonchalance about the reality of whatever is happening prevented you from fully noticing it.

You're not sure what to be thinking, thoughts run through your mind at the speed of 120 miles per hour. Complete worry stains your body and covers you in a blanket of fear.

"Y/n." Kyle starts, in a full serious tone.

"...Yeah?" You answer apprehensively.

"Kenny's cheating on you. I found out during the set."

White noise. White noise filled your ears, the room was so silent that you could literally hear the noise of dust settling around you.. at least you thought you could. What you could be hearing is the blood draining from your head or is it the blood rushing to your head?

Your heart beats faster and you're pretty sure to Kyle you look as if you just had a heart attack. Frozen in shock... frozen in.. dread? You're not sure what to feel.

Your throat is dry, your mouth is dry, "How..? Who..?" You croak out.

"The podcast earlier released it, it uh, was Red.. They've been together since right after we left for our tours."

"Oh- Oh my god I'm going to be sick." You gasp out.

Kyle instinctively wraps his arms around your body, holding you tight. You know that if you were standing, you'd have collapsed onto the ground. He rubs circles into your back and rubs his hands along your sides to comfort you.

You can also feel Kyle whisper in your ear comforting phrases, at least you'd assume it's comfort. You can't hear anything, the shock of the situation hitting you even harder now you know everything.. or at least everything you need to know.. everything you want to know.

You can't feel tears.. you're not sure why, maybe a part of you expected this... no, no how could you ever expect something like this? Your body is in a catatonic state. You feel sick yet you feel fine. Almost as if your body is fighting itself in a way that you don't know how to deal with.

You feel hollow.. empty.. like someone just ripped a half of you away with no explanation as to why. Except you HAD an explanation.. a horrible, awful, shitty, excruciatingly painful explanation.

You hear the trailer door open and a few gasps, before feeling three pairs of arms circle your body. You felt cold, you felt numb, you felt broken. But above all?

You felt alone.

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[aajjks]

DHP!JK

those days of sleeping on jungkook’s side of the bed and holding onto his pillow are finally over. he’s right here holding you with so much care after fucking your brain out last night. “Shh, my love go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up. I will be here forever, with you, yn” jungkook says as he runs his fingers through your hair. his hands trail lower to your back to run his fingers along your spine all while whispering the sweetest nothings in your ear. his sweet voice coaxes you to close your eyes but his hands rock you into a peaceful slumber. it’s the best sleep you had in over three years; proper sleep with the sweetest of dreams.

your eyes open slowly and your hands are in search for the warmth of your partner. in a panic, you jump up to see jungkook is gone. you look down at your naked body in confusion and then, tears. tears fill your eyes as you quickly throw on a shirt from your dresser and call for jungkook. “jungkook?!” you cry out as you rush to your bedroom door to see your panicked boyfriend in a kitchen apron and sweatpants.

“i-i thought…i thought i was…i’m sorry” you say as you wipe your teary face and take a moment to calm down. jungkook pulls you into a hug, his arm wrapped around your waist while the other caresses your head. 

~🫧

“Good morning yn!!!” Jungkook smiles as he pulls you in his arms, securing you.

“yeah you know what I used to get early up there and I’ve been a morning owl since then.” He Greets you and he sees some panic..

You are crying and that’s heartbreaking, you’ve frantically called out his name. Maybe you had a nightmare or something like that. “Shh I’m here baby.. stop trembling.” You are shaking and it’s literally summer so it’s definitely not because of the weather.

“What happened? Did you have a nightmare? You know I’m making some eggs and bacon!” he tries to change the topic as he kisses the crown of your head

He just got really hungry and he used to get up really early in prison and now he’s gotten used to that routine. “Sorry my love.. I was just really hungry. You know how I get.”

Now this is a view He would love to see every morning except for you crying but the way you look so beautiful in a shirt and nothing else.. it’s barely covering you and..

He tries to compose himself. “You hungry? I bet you’re starving after our activities.” He winks, giggling.

You must be surprised to see him actually cooking because he was such a bad cook. Your boyfriend never cooked. you always did the cooking. He has missed your food, but.. he just didn’t think it was appropriate of him to wake you up to make him some food

Jungkook gently picks you up and makes you sit on the counter, “there we go. Trust me I’ve gotten really better at cooking and you see. I haven’t burned the kitchen down so just sit here and watch me do my magic.”

He smiles as he caress your cheek while overseeing the eggs. He converses with you for a few minutes, but you’re barely responding. You seem distracted.

“Baby.. You are not OK… umm tell me what’s wrong.” there’s something bothering you and he wants to know what it is.

You hesitate to tell him what’s bothering you and he doesn’t push the topic but instead he gets out two plates out and serves the eggs and the bacon.

You haven’t changed anything around in the house. Everything is where it used to be three years ago and that is a sweet gesture.

“Ahhh baby let’s eat and then I’m going to cuddle you for hours!! while you can tell me what we should do today.”

He Announces as he pours down some orange juice into two glasses.

[buzzdixonwriter]

agAIn

(yet another in a never-ending series of kvetchings by yrs trly on the topic of AI vs. human creativity)

 I was looking at some AI images recently when it finally dawned on my why they were simultaneously so bland yet fascinating.

Rorschach tests are random inkblots intended to gain insight into a patient’s worldview by asking them to assign meaning to forms an d colors that literally have no meaning.

In and of themselves, the tests are useless without some foreknowledge of the test subjects mental state and personality.

It means one thing if a ten year old kid who loves monster movies sees Dracula in one set of blots, it means something entirely different if a middle-age woman with no interest in horror films sees the same thing.

We’ve all seen lots of deliberately imitative human art, sometimes created as an homage, sometimes as a parody, sometimes for purely utilitarian purposes such as an artist filling in for another on a comic strip.

But in all of these cases, there is a deliberate attempt by the artist to convey some sort of information.

There is a message being projected out to the world at large.

As such, it conveys a meaning, an intent.

It may not deliver it well…

…but it delivers it.

The image -- even a highly derivative imitative one -- is composed by the human artist based on values and insights they wish to convey to their audience.

On the other hand, AI assigns no values to the images it assembles.  Oh, the prompter may have laid out explicit instructions in their prompt, but the same prompt will produce an endless stream of somewhat similar yet far from identical images.

The AI can only function with the values assigned it.

It can not “look” at something a perceive a heretofore unseen value.

Which is why humans viewing AI images are not skillfully guided to a message an artist intends for them to receive but rather are invited to cast their own interpretations on what is pretty much a random collection of images thrown together.

Mind you, this can be a fun exercise.  I’ve seen countless AI images that spark story ideas in me widdle head.

Conversely, when I see human generated art -- be it old masters or old comics or just plain old advertising -- I’m not mentally creating a new story but rather looking at one that’s already been told.

And, yeah, I’m fully aware the fictoids I post daily seem to contradict this but they don’t!

Those fictoids are created by taking the intended message and deliberately subverting it.

Trust me, a much harder task to accomplish with AI images.

It strikes me AI art is akin to the dream state.

He run a parade of hallucinations through our minds in our sleep, and out of our human desire for some sort of order, we create order out of the chaos, no matter how surrealistic it may be in the cold light of morning.

I wonder if AI is denying humans the ability to dream, not in the literally biological sense, but in the deeper, more profound spiritual one.

“All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.” -- T. E. Lawrence

  © Buzz Dixon

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

Dear Theo,

I'm glad to hear that you're able to enjoy some of your time away at least a little. I promise I'm not jealous. Elowen literally knocked some sense into me on that topic, trust me. I trust you. (Don't underestimate Elowen, she's quick with a wand)

Remember Master Josh Toyonaga's husband and that temple he's been working on in Strangetown? Well, they have a smaller branch in Arkhelios now and my parents allowed me to attend a day of study there. Well, my dad refused to sign the release form probably because he thinks that I'm about to run away and abandon the coven at a moment's notice. Mom signed it though, and hugged me really strangely afterward. She's acting weirder than ever, but at least she's willing to listen to me when Dad won't. I hope you get to check out this place when you get back. It's amazing. I got an official escort at President Bellamy's request from your grandfather and that pink demon who always yells at your dad. Not everyone gets an escort, but she said that I was an exception.

A lot of demons work there, more than I imagined anyway. Maybe they'd let you do a summer internship there and if you're already there, maybe my dad will see reason and let me join too.

I met your aunt(?) Ginevra while I was there. She works with her wife full-time there with their kid. She's really nice, I don't know why your dad doesn't have her over more often. He is related to her, right? I hope so, because I talked to her like she was your family. She says hi and to come visit when you're in Arkhelios. I think she wants us to hang out with her or something. That or she wants one of us to marry her foster kid who's in college. She wouldn't stop talking about him and winking at me. If she's not actually part of your family, she'd fit in perfectly.

Her wife, Maegan, is a full demon, but she studies the same weird religion as Master Toyonaga's husband and helps him both study ancient tomes and collect new information. She talked a lot about certain crystals that could be found deep in the ocean and others that have seawater crystallized within them. Theo, you have to help me convince my dad to let me intern here this summer. We could do it together and find the coolest things. You get to wear cool old robes too.

There are these cool meditation stones that channel different kinds of energy depending on the stone. I meditated on our future and when you'll come back for two hours, but nothing happened really. It's not the stone's fault. My mind is never clear when I'm thinking about you and how I feel about our relationship. Maybe I'll try a stone that channels love and affection next time. I hope there's a next time. Maybe they sell them online?

It's always fun to see how adults act when they think I'm not listening. Ginevra could talk your ear off about arcane magic, even blood magic. I feel like you two would have some very interesting conversations. She's looking for something even if she won't admit it. I hope that doesn't have anything to do with your father somehow.

Scary Pink Lady (I forgot her name and am too terrified to ask again) certainly has her mother's personality. I gather that she's not popular with the Sovereign and has been stuck listening to the concerns of the mortals as punishment. She thought I was you for a moment, despite knowing about my arrival. I don't think she can tell two humans apart, or if she can, she makes no effort to. I got to hear about a sippy cup she gave your parents at their baby shower that you would think was jewel encrusted by the amount of time she bragged about it. Demons are more complicated than I'd realized, even with having you in my life. Everything is so dramatic and the end of the world if they're slighted at all. Even the ones who serve this supposed Ocean deity are just as terrifying as the demons at home. Maybe you can tell me more about your studies of demons or let me borrow a textbook or something. Since I plan on being in your life for the rest of mine, I should really learn more about demonic society.

Your grandfather didn't say much. He mostly hung around the hallway, watching me intently. Your dad really does look like him (well, not like a zombie). It's uncanny.

One last thing-I saw a tree made with crystals growing in it. They developed a symbiotic relationship with the tree and now magic flows in its roots. It's different than the decorative trees made of crystal in Crystal Cove. The wood absorbs the magic and some people make wands from the enchanted wood. They taught me how to make it light up and it was the coolest spell I think I've ever done. (You usually do all the interesting spells we try)

You could just feel the magic running through it from the branches to the leaves. It reminded me of how you make me feel when we're casting spells together. Both of us working together, twisting our magic together and usually nearly blowing up the school together if you listen to my parents.

I hope this letter finds you well. I hope that you're doing great in your studies and that you can come back home soon. I miss you more than anything.

Love Sincerely,

Adam Darktide

[impishtubist]

In this hypothetical HBP AU, Charlie, my asexual king (I too would gladly dip to study magical creatures. Dragons, Imp, dragons) is present to fulfill the role of “aren’t there more important problems going on right now?” He is side-eyeing his mother hard in that hospital wing, ma’am a man died outside less than an hour ago and our brother has scars that will affect him in unknown ways that aren’t healing no matter what we try. I like to think he was talking to Tonks at some point earlier about what she does as an Auror vs what kind of magic he uses at the dragon reserve and are there ways to combine the two—this man is a nerd okay, you can’t convince me he doesn’t read every research publication about dragons as it comes out—and Molly feels them out about maybe Tonks dating Charlie, only for neither of them to actually pick up what she’s hinting at and Molly leaves with the takeaway that Tonks is really into Remus (and Tonks and Remus have been spending time together, talking about Sirius, while Harry is at school. Tonks and Remus have no idea Molly believes this is romantic, he was dating the man who was practically Tonks’s uncle and Remus went to school with her parents*. Tonks is stressing over a work assignment and Remus says “you know, your mother used to make that same face when I saw her revising in the library”). Charlie leaves with the takeaway that Tonks is brilliant and they need to talk more later about how to combine different fields of magic, he is already composing a letter in his head to his friends about this, and Tonks has the takeaway that Charlie is in the running for her favorite one of Bill’s siblings. Molly’s belief comes up in the hospital wing and Charlie is horrified, what do you mean you tried to set him up with one of his brother’s fiancées and surely this could have waited until literally any other time. He shakes his head and says that actually, we’re going to pretend this part of the conversation never happened, how about we discuss what the plan is now that Dumbledore’s dead and how are the kids handling a battle in the place they live, which happened due to another student letting dangerous murderers into the school, and now the Headmaster is dead outside the place they all sleep for most of the year. Sirius approves and laments that of course, one of the only people who has their priorities right showed up after he died. Anyone tries to bring up any topic of romantic drama, Charlie cuts them off, sort this out between yourselves far away from him and after they know how to handle the war now that their leader is dead as a doornail.

*ignore the timeline and the birthdates on the family tree please.

I do love asexual king Charlie Weasley! He definitely has no time for this nonsense. But honestly, neither does Harry. I do love that in the last couple of books he's like "really?????" whenever the Tonks/Remus romance drama comes up. There is a WAR on, and Tonks is sad because she can't land a man? Okay. Harry has bigger problems to deal with and frankly could not care less.

[intersectionalpraxis]

help, these Zionists have all lost their goddamned minds! this one is literally a teacher but you won't hear lawmakers say a word about him being violent!

www.13wmaz.com/amp/article/news/local/warner-robins/new-details-in-warner-robins-teacher-charged-with-terroristic-threats-and-cruelty-to-children/93-66334447-a1d9-4e3a-beb9-8cb300595d35

The power dynamics that exist between a teacher and student should be something an educator is ALWAYS conscious of. This is beyond unethical -it's criminal and despicable. And unfortunately, it's not the first time we have seen some people in the education system who are violent and abusive towards students like this. At least some students have gotten it on record/recorded these so-called teachers being racist, xenophobic, ableist, and overall, bigoted. It astounds me that a grown man in an educational field, who doesn't know how to emotionally regulate, would say this to a MIDDLE SCHOOLER -a 12/13 year old child who CLEARLY has way more emotional intelligence and reflexivity than that zionist would ever dream of having.

I also love it when he tried to backtrack and say that this student was being 'antisemitic,' when he escalated his train of thoughts and said he would kill them... I hope he gets his licence removed and is never able to teach again.

My solidarity is for the teachers who give a damn -who do their best despite under-funding, having to guide/parent/counsel their students because parents and guardians won't (and that's a separate conversation, but worthy to mention), and with whom DO NOT get paid nearly as much as they should. But for terrible 'teachers' like this -who threaten to kill their students for calling out IOF violence -people like that should never be allowed to entered into a classroom ever again.

Although this doesn't compare at all, it made me think of some terrible teachers I've had in the past. I had a Professor during my BA in University tell our entire class that 'imperialism in theory isn't bad,' and to me personally when I was writing about (it was a History of Japan course); Japanese women's writing in the 20th century (and specifically women-run journals in the 1920s-1930s (and I highly recommend more people research this because there is a vast depth to women's writing in Japan for hundreds of years). I was casually talking about feminism in his office when I visited him to clarify my essay topic, and somehow our conversation led to something I brought up in a lecture, which was the history of tattooing in Japan, and he told me straight to my face "I think tattoos on women ruin their natural femininity."

Some people should just not be teachers in so many ways. And I really hope he's fired.

[galactic-magick]

Observant: Odo x Reader

Summary: Odo has not stopped watching you and you start to figure out why.

Words: 1.1k+

Author’s Notes: Another Odo fic cuz I love the goo man :)

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Every since you’ve come to Deep Space Nine, the Chief Security Officer has had his eyes on you.

He must think you don’t notice. You can feel him staring at you wherever you go, and it’s making you a little nervous. Does he suspect you of something? Have you committed a crime without realizing it?

To be fair, it didn’t start out being creepy. It started with just a few simple looks now and then, like he does with everyone. But then he began to frequent the places you go everyday at the same times, even more so than he does with Quark. His gaze is always on you during meetings regardless if you’re the one talking or not, and he goes out of his way to chat with you and ask questions about you. You don’t know him very well, and you’ve certainly never met anyone else of his species, but this behavior seems weird for anyone.

One afternoon you’re grabbing a drink at the bar, chatting with a few officers, when Quark motions for you to look behind you.

“Would you look at that, right on schedule,” he chuckles as Odo walks in.

You swiftly turn back around, “Do you know what his deal is?”

“No one ever knows what his deal is. And he certainly wouldn’t tell me,” Quark shrugs.

“I think I know,” Rom nods vigorously. “He probably likes-”

Quark pushes him away, “Shut it, Rom. If Odo liked someone like that, I’d know. I know much more about romance than you,”

“But I heard Jadzia and Kira talking about it yesterday-”

“Rom!”

“I’m sorry, what are you talking about?” you butt back into the conversation.

“Don’t listen to my brother. He doesn’t know anything,”

“Yes I do! I heard them say they think-”

You roll your eyes and start walking away. You’ve witnessed plenty of their bickerings, and you’re a bit too tired to listen to another one. Truthfully, you are a bit interested in what they have to say about Odo, but not enough to make you stay.

Funnily enough, though, that’s only the first time the topic comes up.

A week later, you’re playing darts with Miles and Julian, when you see Odo walk in out of the corner of your eye.

“He seems to always be here when we’re playing, doesn’t he?” Julian says.

“Who?” Miles doesn’t look up.

“The Constable. He’s always watching our games from afar,”

“He’s just making his rounds like he always does,” he puts the next set of darts in your hand. “Your turn, Y/N,”

You start throwing, trying not to let the conversation and the feeling of you being watched distract you.

“It’s just...strange. He wasn’t here this much before Y/N started playing with us,”

Your last dart completely misses and lands on the floor.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“No problem at all! You were in the zone, I was starting to think you might beat me this time,” Miles laughs.

“Miles, don’t you get it? He obviously-”

“Julian, you’re breaking everyone’s focus. Now take your turn,”

The next time your hear the crew gossiping about Odo, it’s in the Replimat. Jadzia and Kira are sitting a few tables away from you, and they seem to not know you’re there.

“You know, I did ask him about it, and you know what he said? ‘They’re just very intriguing’,” you overhear Kira.

“He’s been watching them for months now, literally everyone notices it,”

Maybe it really is about you.

You’ve tried to brush off all these conversations about Odo’s behavior, but your gut seems to be right: he’s definitely targeting you specifically. He’s not watching anyone else like this, and you want to know why.

You take your last bite of food and head back to your quarters. As interested as you are in what else they have to say, you don’t want to eavesdrop too much on a private conversation about a friend they’ve known much longer than you have.

The corridors are pretty crowded at the moment, and you approach your door a little too quickly, running straight into someone accidentally.

“Oof, sorry,”

You look up, and it’s none other than Odo himself.

Oh no.

“My apologies, Constable,”

You put your passcode in and open the door, Odo still watching.

“Actually, how about you come inside for a minute? I want to talk to you,”

“What about?” he asks as the door closes behind him.

Finally, all your composure leaves you and all the conversations you’ve overheard become too loud in your head to ignore.

“Look, Odo, I don’t know what your problem with me is, but you need to explain yourself. Why do you follow me everywhere? Why are you always watching me? Everyone around thinks you’re obsessed with me like I’m some sort of criminal!”

A vague expression of surprise at your outburst washes over his face, “Y/N, you misunderstand. I am the Chief of Security, it’s my duty to observe everyone on this station,”

“It’s more than that, though, don’t act like it isn’t!” your voice raises. “I haven’t done anything wrong! So why am I the only one you’re constantly watching and interrogating? Why have you memorized my entire schedule so you’re always where I am? Why can’t you explain yourself Odo?”

“I don’t know!” he yells.

There’s silence between the two of you as you continue to glare at him.

“I don’t…” he starts. “I don’t know why I’m so drawn to you, Y/N. I really don’t know,”

Your glare fades, and you see the pain in his eyes.

“I don’t understand it myself, that’s why I can’t explain it. There’s just something about you that intrigues me, it makes me want to know you better. So I’ve been watching you and following you, trying to figure out what it is. I never meant to scare you or make you feel paranoid, I apologize,”

“Are you serious?” you’re not sure whether to gasp or laugh. “If you wanted to get to know me why didn’t you just ask me to lunch or something?”

“Because you’ve been avoiding me!”

“I’ve only been avoiding you because you’ve been acting like a creep!” you retaliate.

Another beat of silence.

“Well,” he grunts. “It seems we had a severe miscommunication,”

“Clearly,” you sigh, taking a seat on your couch and leaning back into the cushion.

He sits down across from you, “I think I understand the problem,”

“Do you now?”

“My job is my life, Y/N. The security officer part of me never fully turns off. I’m very good at my job, and my methods usually work well for their purposes. But they do not work for others,”

You nod for him to continue.

“I treated you like an investigation--like a case--because that’s what I’m good at. But now I realize that I should not pursue people I’m interested in personally the same way I pursue a criminal. I hope you can forgive me,”

You smile, “Of course I forgive you, Odo. How about we just start over, okay?”

“I would like that.”

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Requests Status: I am currently not taking requests right now because it’s finals week for me, I’m just writing a couple short fics when I can. Once my semester is done and I’m on winter break I’ll probably start taking Star Trek requests though! Stay tuned :)

[veumaxine]

men....

MENNNNN MAKOTO IS SO GOOD AND BEAUTIFULLLLL

There are moments when he surprises me so much that he leaves me speechless. Every little gesture of his, every detail, reminds me why i feel so lucky to have him in my life. From the very first day, when our gazes met and our words flowed so naturally, i felt something in me ignite again. It was as if, without even trying, he had found the key to bring back my smile, a genuine smile that i thought i had lost long ago.

The funny thing is, even though we are only 20 minutes apart, i feel like we are connected in a much deeper way. It's not just the physical closeness, but the emotional connection we share. I love how his charisma shines through in every conversation, how he is able to make me laugh with the greatest of ease. And best of all, we share so many common interests that our talks never run out of topics. We can spend hours talking about anything from our passions to the little details of everyday life, and i always find in him an understanding that makes me feel truly heard.

The most beautiful thing of all is the affection that is transmitted between us. It's not just words or gestures, it's a constant feeling of affection and mutual support that is felt from the first second we start talking. It is as if, from the first instant, we knew we had something special, something you don't find every day. And every day, with every message and every conversation, that bond grows stronger.

And somehow, without realizing it, little by little something began to change inside me. In every talk, in every smile he gave me, I felt something different growing. At first, i thought it was just admiration, perhaps a unique connection that i wouldn't easily find in another person. But, without noticing it, my thoughts began to turn to him more often. I would catch myself smiling to myself as i remembered some of our conversations or imagining what it would be like to be by his side in those moments when we were only 20 minutes apart.

Every little gesture, every detail of his, was slowly breaking down the barriers i didn't even know i had built. His good morning messages, his laughter when we talked about anything silly, his way of worrying about me, even in the distance, were weaving a feeling that at first i didn't recognize. I was reluctant to call it love, because it seemed to come so naturally, without my seeking it or planning it.

But, one day, i stopped to think about everything that had happened, about how he had become such an important part of my life, and it was in that instant that i understood: without wanting it, without planning it, without even realizing it, i fell in love. It wasn't something i planned or something i wanted to avoid, it just happened, as if it had been inevitable from the beginning.

And now, when i think about it, i smile when i remember how everything was so unexpected, so organic, so beautiful. Because, without realizing it, and without being able to avoid it…i accidentally fell in love.

Literal us

[threadsun]

Favorite color? You can’t help but ask them why that’s the first question they ask you “Someone’s favorite color can say a lot about them, and it’s something most people know off the top of their head. It also probably comes from how many kids I meet” You tell them you were wondering why they were so colorful “Oh, well that’s because I’m literally a clown. Though I guess all my bright colors do make me look like I’m from a cartoon, huh?” You two chuckle and you agree with them, saying that they’d make a great action figure

Jack laughs at this “Aww, you’re too kind, I’ll let you know if our merch team ever makes one. I’d love to see you play with me” A shiver runs up your spine as their voice dips into something lower, seductive even, before snapping back to his original tone “How’d you like Rory? He’s pretty great, right?” The tone shift makes your head spin for a second before responding, agreeing that Rory is nice to talk to “Yeah, he’s really sweet when you get to know him, he’d make a great harem member if I might be so bold” You chuckle and ask if he has a harem “Huh? Oh…you don’t know much about what leading the cult entails do you?”

Your face falls, that familiar feeling of anxiety pooling in your stomach. You ask him what he’s talking about “Well, there are a lot of things the leader is expected to do but one thing you’ll have to establish is who gets to be in your harem. People will flock to you once they all know you’re here and all of them want to please you. The harem is a system that makes sure people don’t do something stupid like try to have sex with you in public” You laugh, they don’t

You look at him for a moment before asking if he’s serious “Oh yeah, it was a real problem before the founder established his. If you’re still unsure who you’d like to be in it by week's end just pick someone you’re friends with to hold them off. Though make sure you tell them they’re just there because they're your friend, don’t wanna kill anyone now, do we?” even though you’re both outside in the afternoon sun you feel ice cold, you’d expected weird shit, it is a cult after all, but this is just something else. You can’t even tell if they’re kidding about your rejection killing someone, the way he says it is so flat, like they’re telling you the sky is blue or fire is hot

You tell them you’ll keep it in mind and you start to look around as you try to think of another conversation topic. As you do you notice all the houses look nearly identical, not an uncommon occurrence in neighborhoods to be sure, but it’s more than a little uncanny. Every now and again you see a group of children playing after school, all of them wave at Jack as you pass by. You remember them saying that they talked to a lot of kids and decide to ask them about it

“Oh, I’m the elementary teacher! Though I also do counseling for the older kids. It can be rough going through life alone, I just wanna be there them” It’s only when their voice drops do you realize they’ve been performing this whole time. Their voice has been light, almost bubbly all this time, but in that moment they sound so down to earth, like they really care about these kids. You can’t help but smile

“Oh, here we are!” Their voice regains its bouncy quality as he walks down someone’s driveway “Now, I’ll make sure to tell him who you are but don’t be surprised if he gives you a bit of a death glare when he sees you. Jean’s never been fond of newcomers” You thank them as they knock on Jean’s front door. It takes a minute but eventually the door opens, the man inside looks a bit awkward, having to cross his left arm over to open it. He gives you your warned death glare before it turns to something more confused “Hey Jean, I thought I’d bring you some coffee cake after your readjustment. This is-” Jean’s eyes widen and before they can get it out, Jean says your name

Sorry if this one feels a bit short, but I find it only hurts a project to extend it but hope you like it anyhow! Also sorry for sending in so many things at once my brain is just buzzing

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm losing my mind at how good this is!!!!!!!!! The way you write all the characters is so good!!!! Also flirty Jack 👀😳

[snifflesthemouse]

The Crown made Diana seem... awful and crazy.

Hello, to all you beautiful people!

This author hopes all is well with each of you! After two solid months of illness after illness, I am back for a new post. Slowly, I inch back into the habits and hobbies I enjoyed pre-illness. There are two things I want to discuss; I should really write out two different posts and include a story of the last time I spoke with my mother before she died when I was on the run back in the old days. But, this author would like to remind you of the ‘taking it slowly’ part.

Therefore, I will say this briefly before I move onto my main topic. Knowing now that Her Majesty the Queen had cancer the last few years of her life, yet Harry did NOTHING to take advantage of that time… well… let me just say. One day he will wake up, and it will be a miracle if the guilt from all his decisions doesn’t crush him whole.

With that, I now would like to discuss the fifth season of The Crown. I’ve watched all five seasons of The Crown, and I have never found the show to be insulting to the Monarch. If anything, I find the show makes it look like Her Majesty had a short stick and the people around her didn’t make it any easier. Diana especially. Before Diana, it was either her sister, her husband, or possibly even her heir.

The fifth season essentially suggests that Diana was too stupid and paranoid to listen to her brother when he called out the inconsistencies from Bashir. There is a literal scene where Diana calls Martin out on all of his inconsistences (re her brother’s appeals and begging her to not go through with it). She has him in the car and she tells him of how her brother had been keeping notes from all the conversations, that he was caught up in many a lie. And yet she was so paranoid, she couldn’t see the reason for the mania. (I’ve been there, not judging, but it is what it is).

The whole entire show makes it look like Peter Morgan is in love with Her Majesty, but everyone else is too selfish and inconsiderate to try and make things easier for the Queen. I’ve never been one of those who saw the show as a bad thing, as long as the person being portrayed was the Queen. But this fifth season explicitly left someone out, which I found odd.

REMEMBER, the show is utter fiction. My fellow AMERICANS, The Crown is a work of FICTION. It is loosly based on factual events, and that is being a bit too generous.

The show also highlighted the Romanovs, and it showed the introduction of Penny to Prince Philip's life. I do wish they'd not make the Queen seem so hysterical with the emotional side of their marriage. They either make her seem superficial, or like she is so good at looking the other way it hurts Prince Philip that she doesn't even try to catch a peek. Like Philip was so unfulfilled he needed the Queen to complete him. Puh-lease. Those two were each other's rock. And they did what they needed to make it work. None of our business how that happened, now is it?

If I were Netflix, and I had an ex-royal, especially the second son of Diana, Princess of Wales on the payroll, wouldn’t it make the most sense to remind people at every opportunity that I had the Spare on the payroll? I mean, the whole point is to remind people of the upcoming content, not the stuff they already put out, right?

So why is it that little Harry didn’t have more than a hand full of lines the whole fifth season, yet William is a breakout role? Diana’s character even says that “all the love the people have for me has transferred to William,” after the interview fight. It was horrific the way they portrayed Diana.

Diana came off as a manipulative woman who knew she was being used and used it to her advantage daily. Even when they cover the divorce, they have a scene where she’s asked to be silent post divorce. She tells the Mediator character essentially that her silence would cost eight figures and start with a three. She hangs out at a hospital and love bombs sick patients just to attract the attention of the Khan (who did surgery on her acupuncturist’s spouse). She uses her children to sow unrest and win favor with the Queen.

Even one scene shows William and the Queen having tea, and the Queen reminding William that he is a child and shouldn’t be worrying about his mother. Then, she eventually has William with her when Diana goes to give her a small warning about the interview coming out with Bashir. Every time you see how Diana used William as a pawn with the Queen. Like she knew the Queen would see her using him, feel empathy for him, and show her favor. And it worked. It legit worked. If this is who Netflix is painting the Diana, Princess of Netflix to be, how can Harry even look himself in the eyes in the morning? I suppose with a LOT of exterior assistance.

And that reward is a threat, btw. I imagine that will be his official straw. Either that or King Charles III has already offered him a deal, and this is his way out. I.E. Old poppa will take me back now if I get rid of her… Harry was/is an addict. He needs frequent dopamine releases to stay interested. She is running out of interesting things, I am almost sure.

If Charles is waiting for the book re the titles, he shouldn’t. I keep checking often to see any changes, and there have been multiple updates to different biographies. Yet the succession withholds all titles for both of the kids. It says a lot. But then again, does it?

The Prince of Wales website still has Charles and Camilla on it as the Prince of Wales and Duchess of Cornwall. Netflix managed to come across very fair regarding Camilla and Charles. I am telling you, it seemed quite literal and quite personal. Like Netflix was getting revenge. But who am I? It was like they were sticking it to them both. They know Americans won't fact check, and they essentially made Prince Harry's childhood irrelevant in one of their biggest shows. Then, they painted William as the kid who had to parent his parents. How they continue to work with Netflix... wow. Just wow.

IT’S BEEN TOO LONG! Writing again soon, sending love! #royals #thecrown #princeharry

[thuganomxcs]

munday meme / accepting / @infintasmal

4. what made you choose this muse?

Because this man was so well written (nostalgia plays a big part in it too). I remember watching Yusuke growing up he was everything I wanted to be (aside from how shit his life was), the man had swag, he had a mouth on ‘im AND the moves to back it up too. He skipped classes to go out and gamble, hell i wasn’t surprised if he drank too (I was just the anime watcher at the time). But that was all surface-level shit, this anime is ONE of those shows that told you everything you needed to know about its main character. He was ALL those I listed but it didn’t mean he was a rotten egg because this same bad boy, this person that everyone writes off as a no-good waste of space saved a child from being run over by a car. This boy who we’ve followed during that brief flashback sacrifices himself. Believe me when I say if you’ve seen that episode too you’d NEVER guess he’d do it. 

It showed my boy had a heart despite what the streets thought. After that it was the adventures that glued me to my seat. The brotherly bond he had with Kuwabara really reminded me of my own friendship with mah boys. When he made sure that Kuwabara wouldn’t fail to the point he’d GO OVER THAT STUFF IN HIS DREAM. Then Yusuke met Kurama. At this point Kurama was kinda like the bad guy in our point of view. He had an item that Yusuke had to retrieve, but instead of a fight we get a conversation. Mans literally told Yusuke he just needed the mirror for one more night and he’d give it up without a fuss. My man had NO REASON to believe him but he considered the fact that if Kurama had wanted he could have ran his fade if he wanted because Yusuke was not ready to box at the moment. 

OH damn I’m getting off topic, I might pretty much explain the entire plot of yyh to you, either way my point is Yusuke was just a terrific character. One of my favorites, in fact he’s number 1 out of my top five (sinbad is number 3). I love this guy, he was an easy choice for me to roleplay. He’s not your typical shonen protagonist and that’s another reason why I love him, no disrespect to the other GOATS in shonen.

[zhongrin]

These guys are attention seekers lmao

Kaeya will probably just sit on the couch and call me every five seconds just to say “Oh, nothing. Just wanted to hear your lovely voice.” That guy, honestly!

Keqing will be ask me very unnecessary questions and will ask me to repeat certain statements again. “To clarify, these resin will be for Mora? The mora used for currency and talents? Our mora?”

Yanfei will probably rattle off the certain housing violations the teapot has lmao. “You know, according to Article 6 in Fontaine, this house should be at least six stories tall-“

Wanderer is just an angry cat. Pulling my hair and pinching my cheeks wherever, whenever. “It’s quite amusing to see you yelp when I pull on your hair. How childish.” Like BRO YOU’RE LITERALLY THE CHILDISH ONE-

Also also, pet names!

Kaeya: my love because my boy deserves all the love.

Keqing: bae because keqing is babygirl and I will not take any criticism

Yanfei: my girl because AAAAAA yanfei is best girl

Wanderer: the other name I named him. Because it flusters him so bad AHAHAH.

I wonder what the others think when I call one by a pet name tho. Like:

“HOLY SHIT MY LOVE YOU HIT 20k!”

“Ahaha, thank you, my dear Esther.”

“…”

“…”

“…pathetic.”

Oh yeah, the yandere signs about them? I dunno, they seem pretty normal to me.

Kaeya’s talking to me for like, 4 hours straight I suppose. Man that guy never runs out of topics.

Keqing sleeps on my lap because she says she’s sleep deprived. Hey, gal pals, right? No homo.

Yanfei is very clingy, like, hugging me from the back and kissing my neck and stuff. Maybe its an adepti greeting?

And Wanderer…well, he’s probably the most normal. He just cusses me every time i breathe in his general direction and is a ridiculous manhandler. And by manhandling i mean trapping me against the wall.

Wanderer: the other name I named him.

wait now i'm curious what did you name him lmao-

no i get you zhongli talks 24/7 and never runs out of topic. it's lovely tho bc it means there's never an awkward silence and i don't need to think of a topic for a conversation, which is a godsend?? it's totally normal to just. sit on someone's lap and listen to him talk for 4 hours+ straight... right?

and yes, back hugs, neck kisses, and thigh fondles seem to be some ancient liyue custom according to zhongli. yanfei must be doing it to you bc she's part adeptus and a cultured woman!! <3

'no homo' sure yeah comrade we all know how that one's gonna end up- #sus #yeshomo #lovewhoyouwannalovebuddy

[moondrippedeyes]

Okay this is my first time ever posting something like this here and it's about to be long af and probably very sappy.

(Reddit style post)

So I,  26(F), am heavily crushing on this guy 24(M) at work. We work in a pretty big hospital but in different departments. He's the head of the clinic right across from mine (I'm also in charge of my own clinic).

This crush actually came out of nowhere. I've seen him around the hospital ever since he got there (I've been there longer than he has) and I see his name a lot on certain little "committees". The earliest memory I have of ever interacting with him was back when I was still working in the Emergency Department and he was up at the MedSurg floors. I was transporting a patient upstairs after sending the report and all I can remember from my interaction with him was "Glasses". I'm really good with faces, not so much with names.

After that, I would see him here and there like the cafeteria, the lobbies, the hallways, elevators, even the committees that he and I will unknowingly both be in. He was never on my radar at all (mostly because I was also in a relationship with someone at the time).

We didn't really start actually knowing each other until his best friend/roommate (who's also the head of another department) invited me to a Murder Mystery party at their house.

At this point, I was closer to his roommate (we'll call him Jack (28M)) than I was to him even though Jack got to the hospital a few months after he did (we'll call Crush boy "Ben"). Jack and I got to know each other because I would cross over to his department to steal ice chips daily for my own consumption. Anyway, Jack added me on Facebook and invited me to a Halloween themed Murder Mystery party this year. Of course I said yes because 1) I get to dress up and 2) I LOVE Murder Mysteries.

Sorry, getting derailed. Anyway, Jack and his wife opened up their house to a few friends for this party. I think that was when I started noticing him a little bit. I was in full monster make up and Ben was the investigator. One of my objectives was to talk to his character yaddi yaddi yadda.

With me being the competitive person that I am, I started knocking out my objectives and approached him. We got talking and I noticed that he was actually pretty cute. Not just in the physical sense, but his little mannerisms and such were very endearing. But not wanting to be distracted, I moved on to my list (I eventually figured it out and won best costume).

With the game over, Jack, a few others and I were sitting around the kitchen island just talking about work related things (I was ranting about my boss and Jack was talking about one of his problem employees who I happened to know as well). Ben walked in with his costume Saber prop in hand and just listened in to our conversations. From work topics, we moved on to things we liked to do in our spare time. I mentioned that I love Star Wars (which Jack knew) and watching certain TV shows. I mentioned a few that Ben was also watching so he was able to join in on the conversations. We all talked until it was time to go.

Right before we left, I went to go use the restroom and after coming out, I noticed a Stormtrooper helmet with a unique design on it. I mentioned how cool I found it to Jack but he told me it wasn't his. It was Ben's. At the sound of his name, Ben peeked around the corner while messing with his props and it was at that moment that I felt my body feel like tv static. All of a sudden, my heart started pounding and my palms started sweating and he was all I could see. Immediately I was like "oh sh*t".

It's been downhill ever since. Now every time I see him at work, I get nervous and I either want to run the other direction or make fun of him. I have literally turned into a high schooler with a giant crush on someone she shouldn't be crushing on.

We ran into him one time at the Info desk and I casually threw in the invitation to my best friend's (we'll call her Rinny (24F)) birthday. I invited both him and Jack but it was completely innocent (he and Rinny met through the flu drive which he helped out at and Rinny was spearheading it). When he found out the time, he was all "that's so late. I have a bed time." See whenever guys say this, I usually understand it as a polite way of saying thank you but no thanks. So I let it go. When I mentioned the party to Jack, he said the same thing too but asked if we wanted to do a birthday dinner on a different day. I brought it up to Rinny and she said she was down for it so I said yes. And then Jack asked if he could bring Ben. Honestly I should've said NO because my dumbass was trying to sort out why Ben was making me feel things but I didn't want to be rude so I said "sure."

So me being the dumbass that I am, drank a lil ol' liquid courage so I wouldn't spazz out and be nervous and next thing I know I was Chatty Cathy who didn't know what Personal Bubble was. I was super embarrassed and apologized after to Jack to let Ben know (I didn't have Ben's phone number or socials or anything at the time). Jack reassured me that I had nothing to apologize for and that if Ben was really uncomfortable, he would've pushed me away. Fair.

Fast forward to now. It's been almost 2months of me feeling like this and I'm still free falling like I'm back in high school. I've had 2 relationships and I just got out of a 1year weird situationship (I've been "single" since May of this year) and yet none of them has made me feel like Ben has. Everyone is telling me to go for it and to just tell him to his face but I don't want to make things even more awkward than they already are. I don't want to date anyone because I'm trying to sort out my own baggage and he hasn't dated anyone either for more than a year (everyone has confirmed that he's been single this whole time). I dont want to just hook up with him either because he's a genuine great guy and I'm not really that person that can do random hook-ups.

Oh and the kicker? He knows I like him. I'm not subtle at all. I overheard a conversation with him and Jack where Jack said "hey your cute secret admirer stopped by my office today" and I had just told Ben that I came from annoying Jack. Cue me lamenting my fate.

So yes. I am down bad for this man. I can't shut up about him. Every time I see him, my day brightens a bit. If I'm in a bad mood, it lessens when he talks to me. But I know he doesn't feel the same way. The vibes aren't vibing on his end and I am completely okay with that. I'm satisfied with just a friendship between us. Besides, I'm leaving in 6months to a whole new country because I accepted a job offer there wayyyy before this whole thing with Ben started.

Just needed to get all of that off my chest because I feel like I'm going insane and Rinny is tired of me talking about him constantly when I don't intend of making any moves.