#i'm just. i can't handle it. how fucking gullible do you have to be

[captainjonnitkessler]

People will be like "yes parapsychology has been studied for hundreds of years and never once had a conclusive shred of evidence to support it. Yes it's been studied at very prestigious institutions and universities. And yes every single supposedly successful trial has turned out to be either a hoax, a mistake, or outright fraudulent. And yes every single positive result has completely vanished when more stringent methodology was used. And yes improvements in technology have only ever made supernatural claims easier to disprove. And yes even the most famous and confident of psychics mysteriously choke up every time they try to pass even a mildly hoax-proof test.

. . . but it's totally real and scientists are just too narrow-minded to accept that there's something beyond their worldview :/"

[regulus-books]

wc: 887

warnings: alleged infidelity kinda, drunk James, sober regulus, angst, kinda happy ending

"We should get going now!" James yells from the other room, he's looping his earrings through his lobes.

"Have fun, I'm gonna stay." Regulus says, simply, turning another page in his book.

"Okay." James let's out a huff. He's been like this all fucking week. Regulus thought, maybe, he had a bad day. Or maybe, he had spilled water on his guitar (he's done it in the past, that set him in a pretty shitty mood). But the bad day turned into six more.

"What's wrong?" Regulus puts his thumb in between two pages and rests it in his lap.

"You're not coming with me? I thought you were looking forward to seeing Sirius." James' hand flies up and smacks back down on his thigh.

"I was, I just don't feel very good right now, besides I can see Sirius any day of the week. I'll wait up for you, just go. Don't worry about me."

"You never feel good," James hisses, Regulus' mother used to say the same thing. "You don't ever worry about me so you're right, I guess I shouldn't." James walks out of the bedroom, Regulus' eyebrows tilt down, confusion plastered on his face.

"What was that?" He scoots off the bed, placing his book face down.

"Hm? Oh you mean me." James fake laughs and Regulus looks around the kitchen, his arms crossed on his chest.

"Obviously I mean you, James. Who else is in the room with us, the Pope?" James rolls his eyes.

"No, just your dirty flings, it's no big deal." James walks to the fridge grabbing out four sandwiches that Regulus prepared for the boys, making sure there's no one hungover tomorrow.

"Excuse me?"

"You know. When I'm not here. Those other guys, tall, brunette, tan. Almost looks like me don't you think?"

"No, I do not think he looks like you. He's much taller." Regulus almost laughs when James' jaw drops.

"So you're just going to admit to it. You are cheating on me?"

"No, not cheating on you."

"You don't love me." Regulus' eyebrows shoot up on his face, his grey eyes becoming glassy at the words.

"Don't love you, James? Dieu, how stupid are you? If I did not love you then why would I keep you around? If you think I do not love you why do you stay?"

"I don't know who I am without you."

"Go have fun." Regulus puts a hand on his forehead, trying to regulate his breathing.

"‘Go have fun?’ God, I was right," James stalks towards the door, but before slamming it he says, "throw the sheets in the wash at least after, would you?" Stupid boy. Stupid, stupid, stupid, gullible boy.

Regulus feels like he's going to pass out. He leans against the counter, huffing. Tear drops exit from his eyes.

He can't even think about cheating on James. You'd think after years of being friends, James would notice that Remus was himself. Coming over to help Regulus study, for God's sake.

The hours pass by slowly. Painfully slow. Regulus wants to call Sirius, he wants him here. He can't be here he's with James, he's making sure that James gets home to him tonight. So he waits.

When he hears the front door handle jiggle six or seven times he knows it's his James. When James gets drunk he doesn't remember how a key works. Regulus doesn't want to see James yet. He knows when he sees those brown eyes he'll melt and forgive him. He knows that he'll forget about James thinking he's cheating, he'll just want a hug.

The fridge opens, a cap undone and thrown in the trash. James guzzles down  cold water from the fridge. Then he stumbled down the hallway to their bedroom. Regulus twists away from the doorway, his body facing the opposite wall.

"You're on my side." James taps Regulus' ribs, then moves his hand up and down. Regulus can feel blood pulsing through his veins, his heart getting squeezed for every word James says.

"There are no sides. This is simply a side of the bed we share." Regulus tries and fails to keep his voice steady.

James barks a laugh, then picks up Regulus, moving him to 'his side'.

"Are you mad at me?" James rests his head far too close to Regulus' face, he can smell the AMF on his breath.

"God, how many of those did you drink?" Regulus places the back of his finger on his nostrils.

"2 or 6. Between there."

"James."

"I like to say it! Some pretty girl asked me 'what are you drinking', Sirius tells me I danced in circles singing, Adios Motherfucker!" James laughs and Regulus closes his eyes, hoping to drift off to sleep to the sweet sound.

"Regulus..." James interrupts the silence in their room.

"What?" Regulus wants to scream in his face, he wants to sleep off this day.

"I know I had drinks, and I know sober me would be angry at me for saying this. But I love you, and I'm sorry." Regulus' breath hitches in his throat.

"You already know how I feel about you. Go to sleep."

"Say it," Regulus remains quiet. "Please, say it, baby." How could he resist James? Sweet, drunk, emotional James.

"I love you."

[mojavemoproblems]

you know, there were a couple years where i was beginning to think "wow, maybe things ARE getting better for women". i wasnt as scared of men and i genuinely thought sexism was decreasing in the workplace, the classroom, etc. (also i am a white woman so i can't speak for woc and i absolutely understand if any woc has never felt this way)

but god, its been fucking rough lately. i'm fully considering deleting every single social media account i have because its getting so bad. i cant go 3 posts on twitter without seeing the most misogynistic post i've ever seen in my life. we are constantly exposed to men doubting us, telling us we're less than, telling us we shouldnt be allowed to vote, telling us we cant make our own decisions about our bodies. you cant even fight back on twitter as a woman or your mentions and DMs will be filled with men telling you theyll rape you or that you dont deserve rights.

what the fuck has happened? it's been fucking eating at me and i feel like i'm just constantly holding back tears. what the fuck did we do to men to make them hate us so much? what has caused this INSANE resurgence in men hating us? sexism and misogyny has been so normalized in recent years and i just dont know how much longer i can handle it. i feel like i'm unraveling. i can't even open up instagram comments anymore.

and now trump is just straight up posting shit about how kamala fucked her way to the top? and this is a FUCKING PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE? we've had to sit through THREE (3) trump elections. I know misogynists have always had platforms, but giving a rapist misogynist the biggest platform in the world has so severely fucked up the world and the gullible little men who listen.

i have always considered myself an incredibly strong-willed, independent, straightforward, courageous woman but this has been absolutely destroying me. i can't even imagine what its doing to women who haven't had as much exposure to feminist ideas as i have.

because jesus. the self doubt? the fear? constantly having to prove to men who dont give a shit about me that i'm not fucking breeding stock? its exhausting. its killing me. i dont know what to do.

what did we fucking do?

[kimchee4890]

꧁𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑꧂

His lips trailed down to your neck, leaving open mouth kisses while his hands were busy pulling up your dress.

Your breathing was heavy and they were beyond flustered. They knew what was coming, having anticipated it since you came to his home for education purposes.✧✧✧✧✧✧

The sexual tension between them was so evident and undeniable that it was almost suffocating.✧✧✧✧✧

Kai hands cupped the back of your thick thighs, squeezing them firmly.

"Jump."

You did as they were instructed, jumping up and having their weight supported by Kai. It always surprised her just how strong the older male was, it was so attractive.

Kai lips reconnected with your neck where the love bites he'd made previously were already taking form. He carried you over to his bed and placed her down gently, pulling away and taking the time to admire his pretty baby.

"Ah, well why don't you look at that. My pretty Doll already looks fucked out and I've barely even touched you yet."

Kai sleazy grin Over grew wider your big doe eyes

seemed to widen in curiosity. His right hand rubbed on your inner thigh while his left hand rested next to your head.

He knew she was excited to all this, to be more specific he was going to be slow with you. But first he needed to know what you were comfortable with.

"Before we move on princess, can I lay a few things out? I wanna try some things that I'd think you'd like. Nothing too intense since we just met just some things to make you feel extra good. I only ever want you to feel good."

Kai voice was low and hypnotic, and his soft hand was rubbing calming circles on your inner thigh.

You nodded, blinking slowly. You continued his statement.

"I won't do anything I don't think your body can't handle, but just in case we need a safe word. You know what a safe word is, yes?"

"Mhm. Can ours be red?

Kai chuckled softly, it was just like his dream.

He nodded and placed a soft kiss on their forehead.

Kai pushed your dress up, helping them pull it over their head and saying their body was just as magnificent as he'd imagined wouldn't be doing justice to the work of art before him. His eyes held so much care and lust as they racked over your plump body that was still only clad in a lace bra and matching thong.

The exposure left you feeling bashful, causing her to try and cover herself.

"Don't hide baby, you look so beautiful. Let me cherish you for a moment longer."

Kai words came out mumbled, his mind clouded with all the things he wanted to do to his princess.

He pulled his long sleeve shirt over his head, revealing the large tattoo you had wondered about since that night with Kai.

It was so intricate and beautiful, causing you to reach out and touch it ever to gently as if it's disappear from Kai body is they touched too hard.

Kai chuckled softly, leaning down and kissing you softly. His tender kisses trailed down their body to their plush stomach, Kai making sure to leave no space untouched by his lips, to right above where their underwear started. His droopy eyes looked up as you with sympathy she could only assume was genuine, he loved how silly and gullible his Baby

was.

"I know you're too dumb to please yourself correctly, I'm the only one who can please you. Isn't that right ma?"

His words caused a ripple to surge through your body. The things he was saying were so mean but the way he was saying them, and the way he caressed your body made you feel safe.

Your eyes shimmered and her lips parted slightly as they nodded.

"Only you, baby."

Kai smiled up at you from his position in between their legs. He pulled down their thong with his teeth, revealing their brown fat cunt to him. It was so pretty, plump, sticky and wet with her slick juices. There wasn't much hair due to you keeping it trimmed, but it didn't bother Kai.

He was a grown man and he was ready to eat his long awaited dessert.

Kai licked a long strip up your pussy, causing the latter's breath to hitch and for her to try and close her thighs around Kai head.

Kai long tongue pushed its way between your folds pumping in and out slowly.

He took his right index finger and massaged her clit gently. He was going to make it hard for her to last long.

After a minute or so Kai mouth was going as a steady rhythm; his tongue rolling and curling inside of your plush walls at a slow, leisurely pace while his finger continued to pay attention to her clit.

Your moans were just as gorgeous as her, they were desperate and breathy. A whimper escaping between her moans ever so often. They sounded sweeter than a symphony of angels.

Your thick thighs pressed against the side of Kai head tightly and their walls started to clamp around Kai long tongue; she was approaching her first orgasm. Ran pulled his mouth away from Kai cunt, causing them to whine softly due to the loss of attention which made Kai chuckle some.

"Shh, I just wanna see your face as you finish baby doll."

Kai leaned over you, looking into her brown eyes as his long fingers found their way back to her entrance. He slowly pushed one finger in, pumping in slowly as we watched your face contort. He watched as the pleasure surged through her body once more and a delicious moan spilled from her brown lips.

"Keep your eyes on me, don't you dare close them.

You nodded quickly as they greedily rocked their hips down on his finger, him moving much too slowly for her liking. Kai caught the idea and added a second finger, pumping and curling them at a quicker pace. Your innocent eyes brimmed with tears as an familiar tightness filled the pit of their stomach.

"Aw, don't cry baby. It's okay, just cum for me.

That was enough to send you over the edge into pure ecstasy. She cried out Kai name as she crea. V med all over his long, thick fingers. Her body shook as they rode their high out of Kai fingers, greedily begging for more.

His innocent angel was turning into a real slut for him and Kai was loving every moment of it.

Kai held eye contact with you as he took his fingers in his mouth, licking the mess she'd created off.

You was in a trance as they watched Kai.

She leaned up and connected their lips in a sloppy kiss, your hands working to unbutton Kai slacks.

She could no longer wait, she felt like she was ready. She needed to be filled up by him so badly.

Kai groaned softly as your hand brushed against his bulge. Once you finally managed to get the button undone Kai swiftly removed his boxers, heaving a sigh of relief once his dick sprang out.

Kai sat up on his knees, you sitting up and looking at his length in shock. It was a surprisingly long eight inches for how thin his was, and there wasn't much girth. It had a pretty pink tip that was leaking precum, he had two prominent veins on either side and the one of the left kai down to the underside of his dick. It curved slightly to the right, and he knew that was going to be rough on your body and he couldn't wait to see them cry from the way it felt.

He was shaved clean giving you a view of his balls that seemed to be just the perfect size.

"Do you think it will fit in me?"

You head tilted to the side slightly as she asked Kai this. Kai chuckled, his length bobbing slightly.

He gently pushed your back so she was laying down once more.

"All of it? No, as it's your first time and I apologize in advance if it doesn't. But I think you'll do a good job at taking what you can, you won't disappoint me because you're my good girl."

Kai lips curled up into his lazy grin as he stroked your cheek gently. His hand dropped down, both of his hands reaching down and spreading your chubby legs further apart. He was going to take this slow.

Kai leaned down, kissing on your neck again.

Surely she was wet enough but he wanted to be sure, and he knew her sweet spots already. He sucked softly on her skin, moving his hips and pressing his tip in hotwinen bow think folds teasing it.

Kai leaned down, kissing on your neck again.

Surely she was wet enough but he wanted to be sure, and he knew her sweet spots already. He sucked softly on her skin, moving his hips and pressing his tip in between her thick folds teasing them.

You whimpered softly as Kai pulled away from their neck, admiring his new creation; a group of hickeys in the shape of a heart. You breathed out a content sigh as he looked down at you , eyes hooded and hazy.

"Want me to hold your hand baby? Make it a little

easier?"

You nodded quiet quickly but Kai asked, sliding his length teasingly between your pretty folds.

"Use your words, that's the only way I'II know what you want ma."

"Yes baby, please hold my hand."

Kai held your right hand in his, leaning over her to look into her eyes as he slowly slid into her entrance.

You whimpered loudly, closing their eyes quickly as they brimmed with tears from the pleasure of the stretch.

Kai kissed their cheek, his left hand rubbing their thick waist.

"You're doing so well ma, you're doing so well."

Kai mumbled that as he tried to adiust to how tight you was.

He groaned as her gushy walls wrapped around his length.

Kai breathed heavily, his chest heaving as he looked down at the divine beauty below him.

He whispered words of praise and admiration as you whimpered softly, trying their best to adjust to length

“Are u alright baby?”

You looked up at Kai with teary eyes, nodding.

That was the signal for Kai to push in more of his length.

You let out a soft moan as she felt her walls stretch.

It hurt but at the same time the pleasure that was washing over her was so much more rewarding; and Kai hadn't even begun moving his hips yet.

The pair both were moaning due to the feeling of the other alone, giving words of approval and lingering kisses.

Kai started to move his hips slowly, the sound of Your juices making his head spin. He wanted to bury himself deep inside of you, shamelessly moaning like a slut for them but he didn't want to hurt her body too badly.

The hand Kai was holding was pinned above

Your head, Kai head dipping down to your ear. He wanted them to hear how they affected him.

Kai moaned your name as he slide in and out of her core, rolling his hips slowly.

You whined and gasped for air whenever Kai it a suot she liked most, moaning when his free hand would fondle their breast in such a perverted way adding to the stimulation she was feeling.

"Fuck, you take me so well Baby~ you're doing so well ma”

[tammyfeabakker]

I worked theee boss lady on Tuesday! Boy did I get quizzed on stuff. My first quiz was...She asked me.. if you run out of wedding cards on the end cap. What do you replace them with? I was like a deer in headlights! She repeated what do you replace them with ? I jus blurted out idk sympathy cards?! I failed that one. She laughed and said no. Wedding cards from the everyday section. We had a good time. She's a pistol. She was coming at me left and right. My head was spinning but I learned alot. My supposedly soulmate update. Well he came walking up with atlantic city electric gal to replace his meter which is on my house. The ex came running outside!! He didn't say anything to her. He said whats going on momma? I said you ok big poppa? He said he is surrounded by chuckle heads. Then they talked. A white jeep passed seen it down there before. Then it came back stopped. Now I thought that was a bit ignorant. They could see or she could see he is talking to the meter gal. He went over now I seen this white jeep before going down there. Jus left me sitting on the porch. The meter gal left. His ex left. I left. Came back out after my chores. Smoke a bowl. Glennypoo drove by his assistant. The ex pulled up. She got out of her car. Glennypoo waved and beeped . The ex ran back to her car got in drove down to the shop. I texted him. What went down. I basically told him she's obsessed I'm still waving to glennypoo anyway I don't care if he has to put up with her running there. I'm over it she can't control me. I will not have that. I got nothing back. Idk if he is mad I just left and didn't say anything. Or I'm not getting his back. Fuck that! The ex is not a legit resident and he is fucking crazy to think she can control me like she obviously controls him. She ran down to my shop. Id be like get out get out get out do not come back here. He obviously still feels like he has to explain to her. His excuse to me he has compassion. No your still naive and gullible. Narcissist use your weaknesses. Compassion i watched a 13 year old girl die of cancer. I have so little left. I'm not having his ex control loose cannon lane. Bullshit. I struck up a conversation with her hoping she would talk to me. But she jus kept looking down at the shop the door was open. And the idiot closed it. Because she can't handle his door is right in the path of me. I told him she still controls him. He said no. Bullshit she does. So I decided the next time she shoots me a dirty look. I'm rolling a joint going over there. Tell her to sit the fuck down we going to pow wow. I'm not having this going on. We bought a 300 000 dollar home she moved in with her brother. So after she came back she must of called him I could here her crying then the I try not to sling mud here calling people names but the weirdo. Sat there and stared at me the whole time. Keep your fucking eyes to her self there ain't anything going on between me and him and if there was its none of your fucking buisness!! Stop copying me you freak. I'm not vindictive calling vic their landlord and telling him this chick has got to go shes disturbing. But what bout the dog the dog is what matters to me. I jus want her to stop looking over here mind your buisness. Yesterday I rolled a joint. She never came home from work. I was ready. Now I have to wait until the right time. She will probably deny the dirty looks. But I'm going to try way. I mean how would you feel? Being blamed for something getting dirty looks being copied stared at like she's trying to use her diabolical mind to do something to me. While I'm trying to fucking relax on my porch.

[mallowstep]

hey mallow, i wanted to thank you genuinely because your stance on proships/antis made me take a step back and really evaluate why i was even upset with those ships.

I’ve always been pretty gullible so you having a more neutral standpoint helped me try to see things from a logical stance instead of just going with whatever people expect me to do. It’s stupid to get so genuinely upset about some words on a screen. And some things need to be handled delicately, but other than that, it’s just characters.

i went on a mini ramble and I apologize, so i’ll wrap this up. Thank you and have a great day

ey, we love to hear it.

i don't actually feel like rambling abt this, but tldr, i think a lot of young people are terrified of being wrong because the use of online shaming and harassment over the slightest perceived faults. it's like...if rsd had a child with scrupulosity and that child decided it was going to take these factors out externally instead of internally.

here's a post from scrupulosity comics that got that idea in my head. as someone who regularly finishes a chain of thoughts with, "also, i can't tell anyone this, because they might start to act on it, and they shouldn't act on these thoughts because they are the thoughts of a crazy person. however i am going to act on them because that is the logical thing to do." i. yeah.

at this point, my interest in shipcourse is not as legitimate discourse but as a strange subculture. i think people invested in it are often unaware of how...specific it is? all of this discourse is incredibly specific.

(then again, published author diane duane reblogged a post that referenced antis, so perhaps i'm downplaying things. or perhaps this says more about me, because it's not like duane doesn't occupy a fairly slim niche herself.) (that said y'all should read her work it's fantastic.)

i'm struggling to figure out how to word my next idea. i think i could...

okay, here.

a lot of my opinions are amoral. like. a lot of my (political?) stances are not dependent on what i think is good/bad. i have sat down and thought about ethics and philosophy and ultimately, when i ask, "should this thing be allowed?" what i really mean is, "does this hurt other people?"

(obligatory aside that this is complicated, because hurting other people is not an objectively defined thing. some people might think helping a trans kid figure out their identity is hurting them. but i'm trying not to be too fussy with specifics.)

i've said before that you can think that something is morally reprehensible and still think it should be allowed to exist. i think the book i was forced to read in eighth grade was pretty fucking terrible. i mean, the context i read it in was really the problem*, but let's put that aside, because for a long time i didn't care, the book was horrific, it was upsetting and terrible and awful.

but i still think it should be allowed to exist.

*the context is (almost) always the problem.

so yeah. i suppose that's what i have to say about this. i breathe out, i form my opinion not based on whether something pings my brain as good/bad/right/wrong, but what the answer to the question, "does this hurt other people is?"

(aside: why other people? well, i have complicated feelings about bodily autonomy and self harm that aren't relevant.)

darkfic doesn't hurt people. censorship does.

<3

[twelvedaysinaugust]

I don't know what the hell Larry was, but I don't think I can ever be convinced it was all just something the fans made up. I can objectively see that Larry Stylinson checks every box for being a conspiracy theory. I was a Larrie back in the days. I left the my beliefs and fandom around "babygate". It got way to fucked up when people started to claim Sony forced Louis to fake a baby to kill gay rumors, when Freddie truly looks exactly like Louis. I agree with many people that the whole pregnancy announcement and things that happened during and after the pregnancy was weird as fuck and should and could have been handled better by the PR-team of the worlds biggest boyband with a tween audience. It still baffles me to this day how it seems it wasn't handled by anyone.

I rejoined the fandom part of stan culture when Fine Line came out. I went down the Larry rabbithole again just to really convince myself that I was wrong about Larry. I deep dove into timelines for Larry, Elounor, Gryles, Xarry, Haylor etc and read every debunk and Anti blog. But for me, there is too much weirdness around Larry for it to be nothing. Maybe we all got played in a big PR-game and someone sprinkled nuggets of Larry even after their friendship supposedly ended and then they sat around a big board room and laughed at gullible Larries for taking the bait, once again. At the end of the day, Larries were a major part of 1Ds superfans(and now also the core of Louis fanbase). Those who spent a shit tonne of money on multiple albums and merch and stream their music and I believe they were important for the label to keep around regardless of how Louis or Harry felt about it.

Or maybe we all just connected dots that were never there. Confirmation bias is a real thing. I just don't understand how we all got it so wrong for so long. At this point I'm just in the fandom waiting for one of the boys to go broke and write a tell-all book with what went down in 1D and especially what happened when Zayn left and what happened to Louis and Harry's friendship so I can live in peace.

Speaking of tell-all book. I have an aquaintance who works in publishing who told me in spring 2020 that at some point an ex-boybander was offered a huge chunk of cash to write an autobiography with focus on his boyband days, but turned it down after some back and forth. I can't remember how she worded it but my impression was that she hinted at 1D and Liam Payne and she just smiled and shrugged when that was my guess. That's the closest I've been to any insider info in this fandom, lol.

Yes, yes, 100% yes to all the above.

My experience in the fandom closely mirrors yours. I was pretty firmly on the Larrie side for a while. After babygate - and especially after Louis and Eleanor got back together - I thought: "Okay, y'all... clearly we misinterpreted something." I went back and reviewed the evidence as an older and (hopefully, wiser) individual and I genuinely expected to see Larry as the product of conspiracy theory, fan fodder, fandom groupthink, etc. That's not what happened. I've decided the "stunts" were probably not all stunts. I'm also not sure that Modest!, Sony, and Simon had as big of a hand in closeting H/L as I once thought. Now more than ever, I believe that Louis is a father. But as I said in a previous ask, babygate confuses the fuck out of me. In addition, I genuinely don't understand where Eleanor fits into this. Even if Larry was never real, I'm still confused. And if Larry was real... 

I do see a precedent for closeting in the industry. But I can't think of a (known) example like Elounor and (especially) babygate. The thing about Harry's relationships is that most of them were short and not particularly serious. And just maybe, some were set up - like Emma Ostilly. As far as I'm concerned, you don't have to explain away every last one of the so-called “stunts” to still say Larry was real, in some capacity. (And Gryles? Like you, I went back and read those masterposts. Previously, I thought it was nothing more than a friendship. Now, I'm not so sure.) If H/L were together, I think it's likely they had other partners throughout and in between. But Elounor was always presented as long-term, serious, and monogamous. I agree that the start of that relationship was confusing and suspect, but if you told me in 2012 that Eleanor would still be around in 2022 I would have never, ever believed you. Yet, here we are.

I do believe that Larry was co-opted for PR and fan service, particularly during MITAM. I see no explanation where the bears weren't Sony-sanctioned promo and fan service, at least in part. But then again, the bears are another thing that confuse the fuck out of me when I really stop and think.

In 2022, I think Larries are more wrong than they are right. I recognize that Larry is - by definition - a conspiracy theory. But I don't know if I'll ever believe it was never real. Confirmation bias, strategic promo, and fan service aimed at gullible Larries - all of that accounts for some of it. But not all of it. And I've really, really tried to convince myself Larry was never real. But I still don’t think we were completely wrong for believing this. Like you, I've had the same thought: "I just don't understand how we all got it so wrong for so long." At Louis' shows, standing in a pit full of Pride flags and rainbow lights, I had a similar thought: "Is Louis really being misread this badly?" (And I promise my thoughts on Louis' LA shows are coming. I know I'm so, so late. I've just been super busy.)

And regarding your acquaintance who works for the publishing company. I actually remember some chatter not too long ago about Liam being offered millions of dollars for a tell-all book. Something about him spilling the tea about Larry on down. I also heard he turned down the deal, but I can't find any mention of this now. Was it on one of his lives? Did I dream it? Help!

[flamedoesart]

just learned what the fuck the “mantreed situation” is and the only thing it has done for me is make me more sad and stressed than i already was :))))) god dream plz just get a pr team plz

The thing is that I try as hard as I can to stick to my "don't dislike any dsmp cc's" rule bc I'm just like that.

But like knowing about Manatreed and knowing how awfully Dream is trying to defend himself and Ollie in this situation is just. I really can't anymore.

I have said it before and I'll say it again, Dream is extremely irresponsible at times with his platform and how he handles situations. Even if the allegations are false, do not call your fans gullible for choosing to be cautious about the situation. Don't double down, don't block people who disagree with you, and definitely do not do a lore stream as damage control. Even if the lore was pre-planned, that was godawful timing.

I am pissed off at both major parties involved in this situation (Dream and Manatreed.) This isn't standard Twitter drama, this is serious shit.

[silverypurple-rosedlions]

🥀𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮🥀

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"You know boys, I'm getting real tired over all this bullshit. So... Have at it. Free for all! Witness our bloody parade, you filthy shits! Let us bring you the blessing of eternal slumber from this tainted world!"

1. Yoon Jeonghan -

(Boss)

Partner: Hong Joshua (Jisoo) 💜🖤

Characteristics:

| Psychotic | | Mischevious | | Sly | | Violent | | Trickster |

| Leader-like | | Calm | | Seductive | | Cunning | | Patient |

| Possessive | | Blunt |

Mental Illnesses/Disorders:

| PTSD | | Psychotic Disorder | | Schizophrenia |

| Depression|

Facts:

-> Has trust issues

-> Taps his temples that sometimes escalate to hitting his head

-> Becomes violent and protective if asked about his past (so do NOT ask unless you gain his trust, or he will not hesitate to attack)

-> Extremely protective over Joshua

"I may not be as psychotic as my lover, and I seem sweeter than some. But that does not mean I'll let you live another day... Instead, I'll make sure you're real pretty. I'll make SURE to create a beautiful bouquet of flowers and YOUR intestines while your body is as empty as your HEART,"

2. Hong Joshua (Jisoo) -

(Underboss)

Partner: Yoon Jeonghan 🖤💜

Characteristics:

| Calm | | Reserved | | Polite | | Outgoing | | Two-faced |

| Violent | | Skeptical | | Nervous | | Clingy | | Possessive |

| Obsessive | | Sensitive |

Mental Illnesses/Disorders:

| Bipolar Disorder | | Anxiety Disorder |

Facts:

-> The only person who can handle Jeonghan during his episodes

-> One of the more friendlier members of The Purple Rose

-> His eyes will dart from person to an object over and over again to ground himself

-> Protective over Jeonghan

-> One out of two people, who had placed Jeonghan in the asylum that had ruined him

"Listen, and listen well, because I don't want to repeat this again. You made a FUCKING deal. You promised that you'll pull through your end of the bargain as we did. So if you can't give the shit we requested, the deal is off. Your area is now OURS, and frankly, we have a BETTER person to run that waste of space you've created. So, nighty night BASTARD. Say hi to Satan for us,"

3. Jeon Wonwoo

(Negotiator/Lookout)

Partner: None

Characteristics:

| Quiet | | Intelligent | | Observant | | Persuasive |

| Sadistic | | Cold | | Blunt | | Aggressive | | Cynical |

| Straightforward | | Analytical | | Strict |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| Dissociative Identity Disorder | | Hand tremors |

| Psychotic disorder | | PTSD |

Facts:

-> As of now, is known to have 5 main alters: Meet The Alters

-> Rumours were said that he was tempted to take Jeonghan's place as Boss, but it was never confirmed

-> Has poor eyesight, but when in action, they sharpen and strengthen, as if he's new

-> Despite being the negotiator of the Purple Rose, he hates gambling

"Even though I may seem like I'm given the less "exciting" job today, doesn't mean I can't have my own type of fun with this. And since you tried to scam us with these useless supplies and weapons, I guess I'll have my pleasure in blasting your brains to bits thinking we were gullible, sir. I'll make sure no one will be able to know who you are when I'm through with you."

4. Wen Junhui

(Supplier/Spy)

Partner: Jeon Wonwoo (@seventeen-chatbot) 💖💕

Characteristics:

| Energetic | | Aloof | | Straightforward | | Prideful |

| Playful | | Cunning | | Ambitious | | Stubborn |

| Perfectionist | | Fickle |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| Psychotic disorder | | Schizophrenia | | PTSD |

Facts:

-> Constantly moving and twitching, some saying he gained these mannerisms from Jeonghan

-> Likes to copy others movements and sayings

-> The second member of the Purple Rose, who likes to be the messiest with their victims

-> Knows Kung Fu and Martial Arts, so he doesn't always rely on his weapons

"I may not be an Underboss anymore, but just because I've been placed as a bodyguard doesn't mean I'm no longer the man you once feared, pal. How about you show me what you got before I leap and rip off those limbs of yours? Or should we just get to the ripping limbs part already?

5. Kim Mingyu -

(Bodyguard/Ex Underboss)

Partner: Yoon Jeonghan, None

Characteristics:

| Respectful | | Strong | | Stern | | Controlling |

| Protective | | Player | | Intelligent | | Hard-working |

| Optimistic | | Short-tempered |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| PTSD | | Psychotic disorder |

Facts:

-> Due to his past mistake of abandonment, he lost his position as Underboss and was nearly killed by Jeonghan until he changed plans

-> Protects all members, especially the Boss, the Underboss, and Consiglier

-> Is a clean person that it is possible that he is a germaphobic, but can be messy with his victims with little discomfort

-> Is also a seducer when the job calls for it

"I'm getting sick and tired with your babbling, you know that? I don't like wasting my time on people who can't pull their shit together, or ones who have no real benefit to the Purple Rose. So, I'm going to do us both the favor and end this short. But with a loud bang!"

6. Lee Jihoon -

(Consigliere)

Partner: None

Characteristics:

| Leader-like | | Creative | | Thoughtful | | Strict |

| Sarcastic | | Cold | | Brilliant | | Hostile | | Intimidating |

| Manipulative | | Possessive | | Short-tempered |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| Psychotic disorder | | PTSD |

Facts:

-> Representative of the Purple rose, always attending any meetings that the group is involved in

-> The man behind every Purple Rose plan since the day he joined

-> Has trust issues, so it's difficult to gain his trust

-> Despite his height, he's still intimidating and becomes hostile to people referring to him as "cute"

"Although I had a great time with you, fellas, I have to get going. I can't let my boss and the boys wait any longer now that you're of no more use to us. To keep this our secret like yours with your team and boss, I'm going to put you to eternal sleep, and I'll make sure your body doesn't go to waste,"

7. Xu Minghao -

(Spy/Hacker)

Partner: None

Characteristics:

| Sharp | | Sassy | | Sarcastic | | Vengeful | | Trickster |

| Deceitful | | Protective | | Chaotic | | Sensitive | | Bitter |

| Jokeful | | Energetic |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| Shared psychotic disorder | | PTSD |

| Psychotic Disorder|

Facts:

-> Not once did he want to join in any criminal activity, but because of Jun, he was dragged in and now shares his Schizophrenia

-> Is a cannibal

-> He knows how to use all types of technology, and his hacking skills are beyond most hackers

-> During spy work, he dyes his hair a temporary color

"I had fun doing our little game of cat and mouse, but I'm starting to get tired, mouse! And you look just as tired as I am, right? So, do me a favor of standing still, smiling at me, and letting me gut you out. I'll make sure to bury you somewhere nice with some purple roses. A reminder that you never FUCK with the Purple Rose, scumbag,"

8. Lee Seokmin -

(Navigator/Runner)

Partner: Byun Baekhyun (@ghoulxbaekhyun) 💙✨

Characteristics:

| Loud | | Energetic | | Sneaky | | Two-faced | | Sadistic |

| Outgoing | | Clingy | | Rebellious | | Impulsive |

| Optimistic | | Persistent | | Fast |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| ADHD | | Psychotic disorder |

Facts:

-> Is a cannibal, but only on certain days

-> Knows various places: hidden clubs, certain bases, every inch of a city and town, and more

-> Although he's easy to persuade, he will always obey the Boss and the Underboss if it's serious

-> Says disturbing things with a sweet, devilish smile

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Unbreak Me

Hey guys!

This chapter has been a long time coming

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Can you handle the truth?

After a few more Advil the pain behind my eyes dulled enough for me to drive. Leanna and Sabrina said their goodbyes with Sabrina asking her father if she could accompany us to the airport.

The drive was long and too quiet, with way too much time to think, Leanna sleeps beside me as we head to the Beaumont estate, and I couldn't wait to put this place behind us.

The house is still, quiet, there is no Hana at the piano, no Maxwell in the day room with music the place is just still. A sleepy Leanna walks to her room, mumbling something about chocolate later with lunch. And I smile as I watch her until she's finally in her bed, exhausted, a testament that they spent all night talking.

I take my time slowly going up the stairs and enter the room I share with Drake.

I'm not sure what to expect... But nothing could have prepared me for this.

My heart bleeds at the sight before me, Drake sits by the floor with tears streaming down his face. "Drake?" I call worried about him. Never seen him this distraught in all the years I have known him. His brown eyes haunted with pain and too much hurt finally meets mine and the rawness I saw there undid me

"She left, she chose you" he whispers and I'm not sure what he means. He rest his hands on his forehead covering his face. His pain resonates with me and I sit with him, pushing away the pain of his betrayal I pull him to me just like he did all those years ago, for me. Preparing to give him whatever he needed

"Drake, what do you need?" I ask, in that moment knowing that he was my best friend and I would do anything to stop his pain, to heal his hurt. "I need Hana, I need to know that you will be safe... I just need to know that you and Leanna will be okay, I need Hana to know I love her." He says and I know his heart has broken, shattered and its because of me. I've held onto him as a crutch too long, using the fact that I was legally married to keep attention away. My friend was hurting for my own selfish reasons.

"Where is Hana?" I ask, feeling his pain flowing through me, it was as though a tsunami was tearing my insides apart, too much to bear.

"She's gone to Shanghai, she's going to marry the man and merge her fathers company with his" he tells me gripping his hair as though doing so would stop or ease the pain, but nothing would, only her.

"Drake, " I say not sure how to put my thoughts into motion. "Let me fix this for you"

I hear myself say as I pull him from the floor and lead him to the bed, his eyes are wide at my statement, and usher him to the bed. He crawls in and I cover him, his head in my lap as I stroke his soft hair. "I wish you had told me, but more importantly I wish I hadn't been so weak" I mumble hating the sting in my eyes at his pain.

"White, this is my own doing, I knew you could handle the truth, but..."

"But?"

"I didn't want you to hurt seeing us, I knew it would cause you to think of him" he mumbles on a cough, "and I wanted to preserve Leanna childhood, I don't think she would understand why I left mommy to be with aunty, so I didn't because I didn't..."

I shush him and stroke his hair. While I thought about the last twelve years.

"I think it's time we told him the truth, so that I can set you free, Drake it was an honor to be your wife" I whisper.

"Are you sure, what happened to when she's older?" He asks looking up at me with wide eyes.

"Your happiness matters, and she's a big girl she will understand, its her truth and we will all be there to help her process, you, me and Hana, the three amigos"

"Wait, you would do this for me?" He asks doubtful."

"Drake, I love you, how can you not know that I would do anything for you"

He pulls me unto him in an awkward hug so my body is close to his, and I lay there with him, while silent tears fall from his eyes. "I can't lose her" he whispers turning into me and I just hold him until he cries himself to sleep.

Slowly I crawl out of bed so that I don't wake him, there in my mind was a plan hatching in my thoughts as I called Liam's phone.

"Hello?"

"I need to borrow your jet" I say before I lose my nerve.

"Oh okay" he answers clearly confused

There is no time to waste as I head to the airport.

I just prayed my plan would work as there is no way I could go on knowing based on my selfishness I hurt my best friends, because the truth was I should have known better, should have done better once I was able to find my footing.

**Liam***

Sabrina is tired and I walk her to her room and offer to read for her. "Sure, top drawer of my favorites" she answers. She is so much like her mother as who else would have a drawer for their favorite things? I open the draw and my fingers brush against a pearl bracelet I haven't seen in years. My heart feels sadness at the sight of it, remembering my declaration of love and the promises I had made for the future. Unable to put it down, I hold it

"Brina, where did you find this?" I ask curious knowing she was always holding onto lost things.

A tired smile plays on her lips as she see it. "I didn't find it, Leanna gave it to me, it was a gift to mother from her father" she says "did you give mommy fancy things just because you loved her?" She asks innocently but the questions doesn't register as my mind calculates. Fear paralysing me. " Father?" She calls her brow knitted with worry as I must be as white as a ghost.

"Sabrina, how old is Leanna?" I ask the question terrified of the answer yet needing to know anyway. Because I think I always knew, I just didn't want to accept it.

"She's eleven and a half, why?" At her answer, I grip the chest of drawers for support knowing I very well may fall if I'm not careful.

"Oh... I need to sign some papers, can I get a rain check on that story?" I asked knowing I can't concentrate now.

I feel as though I am swaying under the new realization, I have another child. A child who calls another daddy. I feel, what the fuck did I feel! Getting to the office I dial the Beaumont's

The phone is answered on the second ring by the butler on duty. "Get me Drake" I roar.

"I am afraid, he isn't taking calls at the moment" he says.

"I do not care! I Liam Ryes demand his presence now, a car will be waiting for him!" I bark and disconnect the phone. Anger vibrating in my blood, sadness haunting at the lost years. How could they do this to me?

I hear the door click close and I turn around to see Drake anger burning in his eyes. "What the fuck was so damn important you had to drag me here?" He roars glaring at me, his anger tangible in the office.

"How could you?" I demand, the words too new too raw to be spoken out loud.

"How could I what?" He challenges grabbing the whiskey bottle from my desk and taking a swing.

"Leanna, she is my daughter," I say. It wasn't question but a statement, it was a fact, I knew, I felt it in my veins.

I watch as Drake opens and closes his mouth nothing coming out, he stands defiant. "So?" I prompt and he glares at me.

"What do you want? Congratulations you finally figured it out?" He spits the words at me, only causing my anger to burn more.

"I trusted you with my life, yet you, you keep something of this magnitude from me" I say my hands twitching from the need to punch something, to do something.

"And?"

"How could you betray our friendship this way..." I can't imagine her pregnant and laying beside Drake, having him kiss and touch and play with her in utero. "I could never, would never betray you by dating one of your exes, yet as my friend you not only dated but married the mother of my child, Drake where the fuck is your loyalty?" I demand and he throws the glass into the wall, he looked as though he had just crossed the line.

"My loyalty?! It's been with fucking you! The woman I love is going to marry another man because my best friend had his head too far up his ass to put the pieces together!" He says pointing his finger at me.

"So this is my fault?" I can't believe what I am hearing. "You always wanted her, you took advantage of her while she was weak, you are despicable"

He laughs and its loud in the office "Li, I've never touched White, I never kissed her, I seen her naked yes, but I've never, never touched her inappropriately. So get off your high horse before I knock you off"

It's my turn to laugh, obviously he thought I was gullible "Knock me off I dare you"

"I hate you for what you did to her! You, you broke her! I watched her hurt, I listened to her cry for months when she thought we were sleeping. I saw her bleed for you, in order not to think of you she worked and went to school, saying maybe if she was good enough, maybe if she was worth it you would have fought for her. And not once did you reach out to find her, to talk things through... You're the despicable one. Did you know she still breaks down on your wedding day?"

I grab a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and turn it to my head loving the way it burnt going down.

"Stop! I don't want to hear it!" I say, it's too much his words outing the fire I had caused.

"No you dragged me here, to talk so let's talk... The day she found out she was pregnant it was after working a double shift and online classes, she came out and saw you on the television speaking about how delighted you were from your honeymoon"

"Drake, stop!" I begged but he didn't

"No! Where was your mercy for her? Remember my last phone call?"

"The one you smashed the phone in my ear"

"Yup! That was the call to tell you that you were gonna be a father, and you ruined it. That was the last time she ever cried openly. She thinks that this was her karma for sneaking around with you."

"Oh God!" I cry, knowing I was the cause of this pain.

"And to top it all fucking off, she went into labor the day you and that witch announced you guys expecting. Imagine Li, feeling that level of pain, you broke her! You did this, so don't stand their telling me how could I? How could I place my life on hold ensuring that your child was always out of harm's way, knowing her importance to the history here." He continues, but I can't take anymore.

"Liam, I didn't betray our friendship, but you, you are the one that let her get away." His words ring true and I continue to drink.

He's laughing, and its sad and I turn to see the tears mirroring in my eyes shining in his "I did the same thing to Hana, and now I have lost her."

We sit on the sofa, tired emotional and I'm speechless. The one thought in my mind was how did I fix this?

Riley

The flight was long, and I had more than enough time to put my speech into action. Mr Lee greets me warmly and tells me that Hana will always head to the horses in need of comfort. "You flew all this way to apologize?" He asks with a smile.

"She's my best friend, I'd move heaven and earth for her if I needed to."

Hana found me, on the back of the estate looking over the stable where horses were neighing, "Riley, "

I turn to look at her, and I see the pain weighing on her, the hurt she never intended to cause. "Why didn't you tell me?" I ask after we stand in silence for just too long. She swallows, tears glistening in her eyes

"Was Drake the fling?" I ask, unable to take the sting from my voice.

"Yes." She answered quietly. "I've wanted to tell you, but it was never the right time, and Drake is so terrified of losing Leanna, of what it would mean for her..."

The tears stung my eyes but I couldn't cry, "Leanna will always be Drakes daughter, I wouldn't dream of taking her away from him, " I reassure her.

"Do you love him, truly love him?" I ask her and she answers her breath hitching on a small sob.

"Too much" she replies wiping her tears.

"Hana, you saw me at my lowest, I deserved your respect, your honesty to tell me you had fallen in love, I would have moved heaven and earth to ensure that you guys got your happily ever after" I whispered. The ghost of a smile skips her lips and I want to pull her into a hug but my pride stops me, for some reason her betrayal seemed to hurt more and I couldn't understand why.

She clears her throat and straightens her spine. "I hate it that you found out about it that way, I have dreaded telling you for so long-"

"Why?" I interrupt, not understanding the need for her to keep this from me.

She closes her eyes and a single tear falls. "Riley, you'll never admit it, but Liam I think he may have unintentionally scarred you... for life" she whispers softly.

"This isn't about Liam-"

"Isn't it? You never gave yourself time to heal, the day you found out you were pregnant, you just came back to life and behaved like Liam never happened, but how can you, when she looks and acts so much like her father"

"Point Hana?"

"My point is this, after everything you are still very much in love with him"

My laugh is humourless, I didn't want to hear this, this wasn't about me. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes it. ".I"

"No, I'm not done! For 12 years, you haven't been kissed, for 12 years every year you cry on his wedding day, then for the rest of the year you are devoid of any emotion. I know and that is why every year I ensure that I am there"

At her words I feel as the she's picking at the scabs the wounds that never really healed and the realisation that she is right floors me and I can't take it...

"Enough! That man hurt me, he shattered my heart like a piece of China and never bothered to pick up the pieces. So yes, it still hurts and I can't take the touch of someone else because... I'm... I'm scared... Scared, that I knew all along, that I was never good enough for him... That I was gullible, I compromised my morals for him, for a moment to bask in the sun with him... Hana, I... I'm still hurting, I'm still trying to get over him when he's found love, had a family, and I'm still stuck hurting that he never came for me."

Hana pulls me into a hug, like she did all those years ago after cutting me free. "Oh Riley, he doesn't deserve that kind of commitment, he doesn't deserve you" she tells me. But I can't believe them. This was my karma, because deep down I knew that had he asked me to stay as his mistress, I would have because I didn't know how to leave him, I wanted to be his happy place even with Madeline.

"Oh my gosh... I'm the Madeline in your story, trapping Drake in a loveless marriage" I say looking into her sad eyes.

"Hana, I love you... You deserve the happiness I couldn't have... We'll figure it out"

"Drake chose you, we don't have a chance" she says walking away from me.

"No. Drake didn't choose because he would always choose you" I whisper

"Hana, I got home to find Drake crying, Drake doesn't cry... This wasn't his choice but my own selfish one" I say as we walk through the blossoms.

"He needs you"

"Then why are you here and he isn't? I'm done settling... He needs to show me, that I am more to him that his constellation prize" she whispers her face set in a determined line.

"Hana, "

"No Riley, Drake, Drake may damn well be the love of my life but I intend to find happiness without him... For years, I've settled and he's had no problem letting me go, which means he can always let me go and I won't ever feel like that again"

There is anger and hurt swirling in her voice. "But this is my fault," I say.

She holds me by my shoulders and looks me into my eyes with tears streaming from hers. "No, this is not. Drake had a choice and he chose to let me go... He chooses to let me go..." her voice cracking with pain. "He let me go, again" she whispers, her breath hitched and the storm blew in, raging taking no prisoners the pain the hurt just too real, top raw and open and I hold her... Anchoring her, as we slipped to the floor under the weight of the pain.