#idk maybe it's dumb to put this under a read more but i just don't want to trigger anyone

[horrorlit]

i ultimately do want to become vegan at some point and to be honest i think that it'll just come naturally with me healing my relationship with food and my body, i just need to stop expecting it all to happen overnight. i want to do it for the right reasons, healthily and sustainably!! so i need to be patient and stop beating myself up about it!!!

[leclerc-hs]

maybe happy (and kinda dumb) charles after his first win of the season and hes just needy in the hotel and maybeee pussydrunk too? ☺️

A/N: not sure how I feel about my writing in this one but it was fun to write!!! idk why but i am smut obsessed tonight. xoxo I hope you guys like it enough. sorry if it's not good enough!! warnings: smut under the cut!!! minors do not read!!!! xoxo also bad french

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If anybody were to ask Charles how he plans to celebrate his first win of the season, there would be two possible answers he could say. It was dependent on who was asking. If it were a reporter or somebody from work, the simple answer would be 'célébrer aves amis et ma famille' celebrate with my friends and family. If it were you asking, on the other hand, the answer would be much more complex, much dirtier.

"I need your tight cunt wrapped around my cock, chérie." He groans softly into your ear, pushing you into the hotel room with such vigor, and you don't fight it. "Laisse moi te sentir," let me feel you.

"Est-ce que je le mérite?" Do I deserve it? The question is rhetorical, but he repeats it with each thrust of his underwear covered hips into yours. He knew he deserved it. He was that fucking smug over his win. The cotton panties adorning your body, dampening with each swing of Charles hips onto you.

He hovers over your petite frame on the bed, his head hanging and arms placed on both sides of your head, eyes locked on yours. You lift up, attaching your lips straight to the prominent veins on his neck, licking from the base of his neck until you reach his ear and pull it in between your teeth.

His helmet hair is still strongly apparent, his skin salty and coated in dried sweat from all the hard work he put into his win. The taste of his skin on your hot tongue only turns you on more.

There was no strategic moves this time around, you both were far too needy to tease one another. You both couldn't even take your underwear off all the way. He pushes his underwear out of the way, just enough for his cock to spring free. It's hard and a flushed shade of red, it almost looks painful. For a moment, you felt bad for taking this long to even get to the hotel.

Not bothering to remove yours, he strokes himself a few times to ease the ache surging in his cock, while simultaneously slipping his fingers into your underwear, pushing the fabric that covered your aching hole to the side. He wastes no time. Stuffing his cock into your tight pussy, loud groans escaping both of your lips simultaneously as the burning stretch of your walls clasp onto his cock.

"Mon dieu," My god. He groans, shuttering softly into the shell of your ear as he falls down onto his elbows. "Vous vous sentez is bien." You feel so good.

His tongue traces the shell of your ear and you mindlessly wrap your legs around his waist, letting his hips drive further into you.

Your velvet walls flutter endlessly around his hard cock. His hips driving into you with such force, the bed is knocking into the wall with each flex.

"G'na take all of me?" He groans. "Tu es à moi?" You're mine? He already knows the answer, but he loves to hear you say it. He needs you to say it.

"Oui, je suis à vous!" Yes, I am yours! You exasperate with a shriek in between each word. The sound of skin slapping echoes in the room, the squelches of how wet your pussy is, audibly known and it only turns you both on more.

"Tu es tellement mouillé." You're so wet. His cock slides in and out of you, a shuttering breath is released between each thrust.

"Only for you," you babbled on, rutting your hips up to meet his thrusts.

Occasionally, he would slow his hips, pushing into you as deep as possible while pressing his hands down onto your tummy. The bulge of his cock visible in the depths of your stomach, making you melt like butter in his hands.

"C'est mon endroit?" That's my spot?

Your walls clench tightly around him, it was border line suffocating to his cock. It's so tight, that he is fully whimpering directly into your ear about how good you feel, about how tight you are, about how badly he wants you to soak his cock. It only springs your orgasm on quicker.

"Oh fuck, m gonna cum." You confess, your eyes shut and head pressed against the mattress as you arch your back off of it.

"Mmm." You nod your head repeatedly, barely able to form words from the delicious stretch of his cock in you as you feel yourself getting close. "Fill me up, s'il te plaît." Please. You beg.

You feel his body shutter against yours at that, his hips losing their rhythm for a few moments. You clench your walls around him tightly, begging for more. More anything.

You cum hard. It's messy and soaks his cock completely. And it brings Charles to his own release in the matter of seconds.

"That's my girl," he grunts while releasing hot spurts of cum into you, hips still drilling into you.

He's babbling, unsure of what is even going on as you continue to clench around him, surely the oxygen supply to his brain cut off from your tight grip. Babbling things like 'so fucking good, chérie' 'such a greedy little pussy' 'g'na give me it all?' 'g'na make a mess of me?' 'soak me, chérie'

The squeeze of your pussy had him at loss for words as he collapses on top of you, not pulling out. The idea of his cum sitting inside of you, snug with his cock, had his erection growing not too long after. To which, you cock an eyebrow as he looks at you, all smug.

"I'd like to claim my prize all night." He muttered into the crevice of your neck, rolling you over and driving his hips upwards into you, sending you spiraling all over again.

[darling-i-read-it]

Please Don't Kill Me Mr. Ghostface!

Ethan Landry x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.8k 

Warnings: SCREAM 6 SPOILERS 

Very susceptible reader, Ethan’s reaction to Richies death, heavy insinuations to smut, faking the reader and Quinn's death, the slight cringe from scream movies dialogue <3, they literally have sex in the stab shrine room (when will it be my turn), (that is all skipped over), me being unsure of which ghostface was at which part of the movie. I have only seen Scream 6 once and was just going off what I remembered from it! So if things are wrong (timing, Ghostfaces, etc) then I’m sorry! 

Author’s Note: This one requires some suspension of belief lol. I don’t know HOW to justify the reader doing all these things except Ethan was cute and this is fiction <3 I hope you enjoy love!! Also I wasn’t 100% sure on if Ethan’s name was Landry or Bailey. I went with Landry (which I’m sure is fake but what we all know him as! So when I refer to the house under that name, I was torn lol)

Requested by anon, ooh ok so can i request ethan x reader where reader is in on the ghostface thing (but she’s not killing people she just knows about it) and like helps them with stuff (maybe with like faking quinn’s death and stuff like that idk) but also it’s somehow fluffy relationship stuff in there too lol (sorry it’s kinda all over the place😬)

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You were laying on the back on Ethan’s bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. His room was as familiar to you as your own was. You had practically grown up at the Landry’s home, going to school together for your entire lives and staying close to Ethan throughout it all. Once you had hit your senior year in high school, it seemed only fate the two of you would start to date.

You put down your phone with a gentle huff. Ethan was sitting in front of his computer, doing homework. You turned your head to face him, trying to telepathically ask for attention. As if he could read your mind, he spoke. 

“Give me five more minutes.” 

“I told you taking chemistry for your lab credit was dumb,” you said gently, wanting to sneak in an ‘I told you so’ but also not wanting to agitate him. He was brilliant but he couldn’t always grasp the concepts he had too. You suspected some sort of undiagnosed learning disorder but you were far from a doctor. You were just his best friend. 

“I don’t remember you being there when I picked classes,” he said quietly. You rolled your eyes. 

“I was there in spirit.” You grabbed your phone again, flipping onto your stomach. You opened it back up, looking past the screensaver of you and Ethan over the summer before, when you had been on vacation with his family. You reopened Instagram to continue your doom scroll. The first story you opened was that of a friend from school. 

You usually skipped through them, not even registering what they said, but paused at the large bolded letters over a black screen. 

Rip Richie <3 

You didn’t deserve to be caught up in that. 

You squinted, trying to place a Richie that you knew. The first that came to your mind was Ethan’s older brother but just as quickly as the thought came it left. It couldn’t have been him. He was with his girlfriend in Modesto or something. Plus, how would this rando in high school know before you and Ethan? You kept flicking through your friend's stories, confused. Someone had posted a blurry picture of some sort of a crime scene. It was clearly reposted over and over so the picture itself was almost lost. You squinted and then opened your google app.

“Okay I’m done,” Ethan said, shutting his laptop with triumph. “I’m gonna ace that test tomorrow.” He looked over your face and could read you with ease. Something was wrong - or at the very least, confusing. “What?” 

You googled Richies name. A flood of reports came up. Your lips parted in surprise as you looked up at Ethan. 

“What?” he repeated. Before you could explain, his phone rang. You both looked towards where it was resting on the bed beside you. You picked it up. A picture of his dads face was on the screen. 

“Oh God,” you whispered, unable to contain it. 

“What?!” He grabbed his phone and answered it quickly. You sat up, tossing your phone aside and getting off the bed. You knew right now that he was going to be grieving more than you. You had to be there for him. “Hello? Dad?” You stood beside him and watched as his face fell according to the muffled voice coming from the receiver. His eyes were laced with confusion and then a flash of pain. “What do you mean Richie-” He was cut off. 

There were a few more words and then his eyes went dead with emotion. You weren’t sure what to do so you stood beside him. He hung up the phone after a moment and then looked up at you. 

“Richie?” He nodded. His mouth was ajar, stunned. He threw his arms around you and you embraced each other as he stood up. “What happened?” you questioned. He was silent. You didn’t think you were going to get an answer until he spoke, quietly. 

“He was murdered.” 

-

“It’s actually kind of easy to rig the roommate system,” you muttered, sitting at a chair in front of your computer. The room behind you was filled with the remaining Landry’s. 

You turned around to the curious eyes. 

“So he’s in?” Wayne questioned. You nodded. 

“He is going to be Chads Meeks-Martin’s roommate,” you explained. He slapped you on the back in approval. You had always been on good terms with Wayne. He was the kind of dad who would ask if you had a boyfriend and then wink at his son after the question. He had been slightly overjoyed when Ethan told him you were dating. This came only after, he caught you and Ethan making out in his bedroom. It was mortifying but he was pretty okay about it. 

“Thanks kid.” 

Wayne was not on board with telling you about the trio of Ghostfaces he had planned but Ethan insisted. You had been there when he found out about Richie and you had been there through all of his hardships. 

“And you’re okay with coming around my place when we have to…you know…” Quinn made a gesture of slitting her own throat. “I mean, I need someone to drag my body out of there while my dad brings a new one.” 

You tried to ignore your moral dilemma to this. Ethan had promised you wouldn’t be implicated in any of this. But sometimes when Wayne looked at you during this you knew that you would go down with them if he went down. You were in on this now. You couldn’t exactly back out. 

“Yeah, no problem.” 

Quinn smiled brightly. She was slightly too excited about this. Part of you still didn’t think it was actually going to happen. You couldn’t imagine Ethan actually killing anyone, even when his eyes lit up while talking about it. 

“For Richie,” Ethan promised, placing a hand on your back. You nodded, getting up and out of your seat. You gestured to the computer. 

“I didn’t think this is what I would be doing with my computer science classes,” you admitted. Ethan smiled gently at you, ever soft, even when planning people’s literal murders. 

“For some reason I feel like she’s gonna have no problem faking our deaths but is gonna have a major problem not getting to hang out with Ethan everyday,” Quinn teased. You rolled your eyes. You wouldn’t be able to see him when he’s hanging out with his new group of friends. At least, you would have to act like you didn’t know him as closely as you actually did. You were meant to be Quinn’s friend in all of this. 

Wayne was grabbing papers off the table, presumably planning. He actively tried to burn everything after memorizing it. You thought it was dumb of him to write anything else. 

“You gonna be okay?” Ethan questioned, jokingly. You rolled your eyes. 

“You shouldn’t be worried about me E. I’m not the clingy one in this relationship.” 

-

Sam and Tara shouldn’t have been as nice as they were. You recognized the hate in Sam's eyes, the paranoia that was justified. She was out, attempting to get Tara from a party she went to. You sat in the apartment with Quinn. She was working through some homework. You were still amazed she did all that during this planning. 

You walked around her room, making sure that all of the blood that needed to come out, would come out. You liked to double check. You blamed the nerves. 

“Is he supposed to be here soon?” Quinn questioned. You glanced back at her. 

“You know we aren’t supposed to talk that much over the phone.” You were standing on top of her bed. Everything was in place for when your Ghostface arrived. You hopped down. She turned away from her computer. 

“I know you’re not supposed to. I also know he can’t help himself.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Soon. Within the hour,” you admitted. She left her computer open, to show that she was ambushed. You and Quinn were supposed to die tonight at the hands of Ghostface. After Sam and Tara left, he would sneak in and find you both, unsuspecting and oh so helpless. By the time the sisters returned home, you would both be dead, or close to it.

You glanced down at your phone which was still open to your texts with Ethan. 

Can’t wait to stick something in you tonight ;) 

You rolled your eyes, flushed, and turned off your phone. 

Quinn helped you to make sure everything would look as realistic as possible. She explained, again, that they would blame Sam for all of this. Once she was dead and Richie’s death had been paid for, the two of you would be able to return to society as though Ghostface had held you captive. 

You were too far in to back out now. 

You heard the front door open. Quinn shut her blinds so that no one would see Ethan maskless. It had been a couple of weeks since the two of you had been alone (or alone with Quinn). He walked in through the front door, which Sam had left unlocked in her rush, and quickly made his way to Quinn’s room. 

You met him halfway, throwing your arms around him. His laughter was muffled by the voice changer. You took his mask off of him, eager to get your lips on his. You couldn’t believe you were really doing this. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend was going to fake kill you. 

He kissed you before you could get to it. 

“Alright alright love birds,” Quinn grumbled. “Get in the closet Ethan, the girls are gonna be back soon.” 

“Will you give us one sec?” Ethan questioned. Quinn looked like she wanted to argue but knew that an argument would just continue this further than she wanted to. You stood outside of her door, leaving it ajar. He looked around carefully to make sure no windows were in view. You were alone. 

You took the mask from him. You felt it in your fingers. You hadn’t seen him in the outfit yet. You had seen Quinn and you had seen his dad but you hadn’t ever seen him in the full get up. 

“You’re so scary,” you whispered, a buzz in your voice. “I would be terrified.” 

“Are you scared?” He put the mask up to his face. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” You scrunched your nose, shaking your head. 

“What’s that part in the first Stab?” You thought for a minute, pressing yourself up against him. He looked at you with adoration in his eyes. He had missed you desperately. You had grown up together and spending a long time apart was proving to be more difficult than he thought it would be. “Please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. I wanna be in the sequel!” 

He chuckled lowly and clutched your face, leaning over to kiss you. You let him, relishing in his lips. Who knew when he would slip away again to see you. You would be sentenced to hiding until all of this was over. He placed his other hand on your side, holding you in his grasp. 

“Alright you two! Andele, andele!” Quinn opened up the door. He let you go. You grabbed the mask with both of your hands, rubbing it with your thumb. It was scary. It wouldn’t be hard to act the part. 

“You ready to die?” he asked but his voice was so gentle it was almost comical. It was like he was checking in on you. 

“Yes sir.” 

You put the mask over his face and then he was no longer your boyfriend. He was Ghostface. You slipped into Quinn’s room and prepared for your end. 

-

“Maybe I should’ve joined in on the killing,” you muttered, looking up at the ceiling. You were stuck in the Ghostface shrine that Richie had created. It was fun for a while, considering there was so much to look at, but there were only so many times the Stab movies were interesting to watch. Quinn came and went but mostly went. You weren’t sure where Wayne was keeping her otherwise. 

The burner phone in your pocket buzzed. You quickly reached for it. 

“Hello?” 

“Lemme up.” 

You knew that voice. You also knew he wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near here until much later. This room wasn’t even supposed to be found yet. He hung up the phone. You walked to the elevator and pushed the button to lower it. It took a few minutes but you heard it come back after a while. 

Ethan practically threw the gate open. 

“What are you doing here?” 

He threw his arms around you. 

“Those people are really fucking annoying.” You scoffed. You were grateful for the company but not at the behest of his cover. “I missed you.”

“Does your dad know you’re here?”

“I’m supposed to be in a study group.” 

“Skipping study group to see me? Tsk, tsk Ethan.”

“Shush.” 

He dipped his head to kiss you. You put your hands on his cheeks. You melted into him. You tried to imagine what Quinn would’ve said if she was here. Probably some crude joke that all three of you knew to be true in the end. 

You pulled away from him and kissed his jaw as you did so. 

“Bet you’ve never made out in the Stab shrine before,” he questioned jokingly. You scoffed. 

“Alright Ethan,” you scoffed. “How are you feeling?” 

“I don’t wanna talk about feelings,” he whined. “I have to be back soon.” 

“You came all the way up here to have sex in front of all these dead peoples possessions?” He paused. He knew how that sounded. He also knew he had faked your death. He wasn’t super sure how to handle this one. 

“Yes?” 

You narrowed your eyes. 

“I’m not gonna see you before the whole big thing. You sure you don’t wanna talk about it?”

“Pillowtalk,” he breathed. You pretended to think. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

-

You sat up against the wall of the backrooms. You dragged him away from the prying eyes of all the killer memorabilia. 

“Are you scared?” you questioned. He had his head resting in your lap. He had to leave soon, you both knew it. 

“No,” he said quietly. “My dad will be there. He wouldn’t let us die when he’s with us.” You were brushing your fingers through his curls. You looked down at his big doe eyes, a faint smile on your face. 

“I’m scared.” 

“Don’t be.” 

“You can’t stop me,” you promised. He rolled his eyes. He hummed pleasantly from your touch. “You’ll be safe, yeah?”

“I’m going to kill someone.”

“I know. I know.” You tried not to think of it. You couldn’t imagine his eyes going black, killing people without remorse. Even when he was rushing at you with the knife, you knew he was just Ethan. “I still want you to be safe.”

“I’ll be safe.” 

“You have to go.” He groaned. You pushed him gently so he would get off of you. You would be stuck here. Maybe you would have another Stab marathon. You were beginning to like even the shitty ones. Stab 3 started to become an odd comfort. “I’ll be here when you’re done.” 

“You promise?” 

“Yeah E. I promise.”

[ccaramel-llow]

Hey if you are still taking requests could you maybe do Noah, Cody and Ezekiel with a mute reader?

Pairings; Noah/Reader, Cody/Reader, Ezekiel/Reader (All seperate)

Warnings; Cursing, Cody being weird, Ezekiel himself, Teasing.

PLATONIC !! 🫂

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Noah

, This guy would be the sarcastic and moody friend, Saying rude remarks about people in front of their faces when someone talks rudely of you.

, Will glare at the person who talks horribly of you and WILL smack talk the hell about people infront of their faces not giving a damn if their hurt or not.

, Noah would definitely be surprised if you did speak though, And would definitely say a rude remark without realizing it.

"You sound like a dying man gasping for air."

, Will probably gossip about people while your there just listening.

, He probably said a lot of rude things to you when he first met you, But when he warmed up the rude remarks just stopped and happened slowly when he got confirmation you

Cody

, Cody would be supportive and really chill about it, Telling you how hot Gwen is from time to time because everybody would just tell him to shut the hell up, He appreciates how you dont though. He does shut up though if you give him a angry glare.

, He will rant about his hyper fixations while your eating your food.

, Cody will definitely fix whatever electronic you or someone broke. He'd gladly do it!! Your the only person who listens to him anyways.

"You dont have to say a word my friend!! I'll fix it for you!! Just give me about like, a day or two?"

, Cody names you "Silent" While you put his nickname as "Chatty" in your contacts.

, Cody will punch someone if someone makes fun of you.

Ezekiel

, This guy would be your friend when he was rabid and you tried to look for him out of worry.

, Like Tarzan idk?? He'd probably be hesitant to trust you at first because of the horrible shit Chris has done to him because he was unlikable.

, He warms up to you soon and follows you around like a damn dog. Would probably kidnap you and Chris wouldnt care as long as you were the favorite in the show.

, He will literally rabidly attack others who smack talk you.

, He trusts you more then anyone else, Because even though your mute you cared for him when he was rabid and actually went to LOOK for him.

, He literally cant talk himself lmfao. I think he lost his memory of speaking or whatever so he relates to you alot. But he can read your body language!

-- end --

ROMANTIC ❤‍🩹

vv

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NOAH

, He isn't that big on realizing how others feel but he can read your facial expressions and body language!

, He likes to say "If you don't speak that means you love me." And he smirks stupidly as you dont say anything.

, Noah personally does NOT know what to do in romantic relationships.

, He will be extra rude to people when they are rude, Or if he eavesdrops on people talking smack about you behind your back. He gets irritated just by hearing people talking badly about you when they dont KNOW you.

, He gifts you a notebook with a multi color pen, If you break it then he will stare at you with disbelief and call you a dumb ass.

Cody

, Nothing really changes with this guy, He rants about his day and some random stuff.

, Will probably spend his lifesaving's on candy and wrap it up in the most nicest gifts ever just to give it to you as a suprise, Like imagine waking up to Cody getting jumped by the girls (if you are a girl) just because he placed a gift of chocolate on your bed.

, He's the type of guy to give you flowers and intentionally buy milkshakes so you both can have edible straws and drink out of it.

, Sorry for saying this but he wears your shirt under his normal attire. And if you were in TDWT and it was that one jungle episode where you both were caught, He'd intentionally give you the x ray glasses.

, He lives with his mom. Trust.

Ezekiel

, You probably have dark humor or He just bothered you until you got a restraining order against him.

, He didn't stop flirting with you though.

, Eventually you found him silly and felt bad for him so you dismissed the restraining order.

, He brushes his teeth every day for you.

, when he turns rabid he still brushes his teeth because he doesnt want his teeth to be piss colored even though their already crooked (I think) around you.

, Tries to impress you by giving you flowers except he got them from a grave yard due to him being a broke fuck.

, He leaves dead animals on your bed as a love language.

[joels-shitty-puns]

The Key to Your Heart - Track 1

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably.

Word Count: 1.9K

Series List: Here!

Thank you for checking it out :) let me know what you think. I made this probably more wordy and personal than I should've... OOF.

The clock was nearing 4 AM when, with a sniffle, you closed the app you were on and clicked the power button on your phone. A single tear ran down your face as you rolled on your side and hoped that maybe in your dreams you could experience the love you craved so desperately. For the past few hours, and every night you didn't have work in the morning, or had free time before bed, you would read fanfiction. You knew people had a lot of poor opinions about fanfic, but the best thing about them is that unlike other stories, you were in these. You could imagine it was you in the story spending time with your favorite characters.

The worst part of fanfiction, however… is when you realize it isn't real and won't ever happen. Sure, you can imagine it, and you can feel the emotions and even give yourself pleasure at the thoughts, but when it wears off, you realize that it's just you. You're alone, and not your mind, nor your hands, can give you what you truly want. What you need.

You aren't so dumb or delusional as to think it's real, or to think you have a chance. If your own mind didn't tell you that enough, your family and friends would remind you plenty. At the mention of your crush, you'd get comments that had a playfulness, or childlike connotation at the idea of you crushing on someone famous. If not that, you'd get pity, or told you should put yourself out there and find someone you actually have a chance with… as if you chose to have these feelings. Why would you choose to fall in love with someone you have no chance with?

For a while, you could pretend it was just a crush and that you couldn't be in love with someone you've never met. But ultimately you accepted that it wasn't true. This isn't the first time, and you're sure it won't be the last. With the previous crush lasting several years, you knew you'd just have to wait it out. 

This time around, the crush was on Pedro Pascal. Current heartthrob of the world, starring in some of the most popular franchises of the time. If people didn't know his name, they certainly knew a character of his; unless they lived under a rock. 

With this information in the back of your mind, the fact that everyone knew him and everyone loved him and he could have anyone he wanted, you sighed, hoping it would finally get through your head, and rolled over to your other side. Unable to sleep, you pulled out your journal to write down your feelings before eventually drifting off, pen in hand.

Letting out a groan, you awoke too few hours later to your dog Skipper crying in your face. "Gotta pee, buddy? Alright.." You climbed out of bed and he spun in a circle before galloping through the house towards the patio door. Humming a song you don't yet know, you sit by the door and think about what you wrote the night before. It wasn't uncommon for you to write songs, and you found it comforting to play instruments and sing your feelings out into the lyrics. Although you often recorded and purchased the copyrights to your music, you never posted it.  Maybe someday…you always told yourself, pondering with the idea of some extra money. 

After letting the dog in, you sat at the piano with last night's journal and wrote a song which spilled your feelings for Pedro. You recorded it and went about your day, but it kept nagging you. Finally, after another sleepless night, you posted it onto some music streaming websites. Using a stage name of just your first nickname, you added the song, which you titled "Imaginary Love." It never mentions Pedro by name, only talking of the strong feelings you have for someone famous that you'll never be with. 

Once that was out of the way, you didn't check your accounts for several days. Eventually, however, you began receiving emails. Radio stations wanted to play your song, record companies wanted to sign you, they wanted an album. Your head swirled, and you agreed to put out an album with other songs you've written, still maintaining your stage identity. I'll just be like Hannah Montana, you thought, with a laugh of disbelief. 

About a month later, you and your music were still a mystery to people. People loved your song. People related to it. But of course, there were critics. Negative impressions spurred about you being childish, immature, naive, and silly. Others just wanted to know the gossip. Who were you? Where did you come from? And WHO were you singing about?!

Trying to ignore the chatter, you noticed a new interview of Pedro being posted, as advertisement for his newest film. Finally something to look forward to and get your mind off of this! Flicking on your television, you broadcast the interview of Pedro from your cell phone. Your heart skipped as you looked at him, his messy brown curls falling near his ears that held his large black framed glasses. His brown eyes twinkled as the interviewer talked to him about his work.

Eventually they broke into more casual conversation, discussing current favorite movies, what he last saw in theaters, what he's binge-watching, last concert he saw, and finally… the current song he can't stop listening to. 

"Oh, man… I can't stop listening to "Imaginary Love," he answered without hesitation, hand on his heart.

Your stomach lurched. Your heart stopped. You forgot how to breathe. What. The. Fuck. Shit shit shit shit shit. This can't. Be real. You rewound the video. This HAS to be a dream. But it wasn't. "Imaginary Love," he said. Oh. Crap. You replayed it several more times, but it didn't make it more real. The interviewer replied "oh… here we go. The song everyone is talking about! I am curious though, what are your thoughts on it? Who do you think it's about?" Pedro's smile faltered a bit at the man's tone, but he remained his usual genuine, sincere self when he answered. "I… I'm also curious about who she is and who the song is about, but I think that ultimately it's up to her whether she decides to reveal that. I think we can all relate to the pain of love, especially unrequited, and I think it's brave of her to share that level of open vulnerability with the world. I can't expect her to share more than what she already has."

Your heart fluttered.

Yet the interviewer continued. "Don't you think it's a little… I dunno… naive? I mean, you get it, you're in show business. The average kid really doesn't have a chance, and even more so, isn't it a little… creepy? The way she's put this guy on a pedestal? Claims she's in love with a man she doesn't even know?"

Pedro's fingers twitched around the base of the microphone, his eyebrows furrowed, and he slowly nodded while pondering his response. I can't watch this anymore.. His pause felt like a lifetime, and you couldn't handle the tension. The interviewer was an ass, but his words were nothing new. He was probably right... You are creepy and naive. You reached for the remote to turn off the television. It had only been a few seconds, but you couldn't bear the potential heartbreak that you knew would come. This is exactly why you haven't revealed yourself or the subject of your lyrics.

Pedro cleared his throat before speaking. "You're right… I am in show business and I get it. I get that in order to get what you truly want in life, we all seem a bit naive. I've spent my life trying to make it as an actor, sometimes struggling if it hadn't been for the help of my friends. I was naive, and I suppose a bit delusional. Obviously this is a bit different though. Unlike jobs, we can't choose who we love. I think we've all had celebrity crushes at some point in our lives."

Your breath was caught in your throat and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes. He doesn't even know you, and he's somehow able to reach into your lyrics to understand exactly how you feel without the judgment or pity you often feel from those who know you personally. And yet… the asshole interviewer kept on. Seriously dude… how long are you going to drag this on? Talk to Pedro about his achievements. Quit ranting. The interview has completely gone off the rails. "Okay.. I gotta ask though.." Ugh what now??! He continued, "this girl is a fan. The only thing she knows is what's made public. She's keeping her identity hidden but doesn’t seem to wonder what her so-called “love” is hiding from the world. Would you, as a celebrity, genuinely consider someone like her, a fan, if she came out and said the song was about you? I mean, would any of you out there? We're not just talking about a normal person, or even a slight fan. We're talking write-a-song-about-him level obsessed."

Pedro answered without hesitation. "Sure I would consider it. You can already feel her emotional vulnerability and passion. I think she's deserving of happiness just like anyone." If only you knew.. It is you, Pedro.. But your negative thoughts filled your consciousness. Like he'd want you.. he's almost twice your age.. look at yourself. He can have anyone he wants. He'd never actually choose you. Look at your blemishes. Your big stomach, flab, and stretch marks. Nobody has ever wanted you. You've never even been kissed, you fool. A grown adult.

You frowned and finished watching the interview, swept away in your self-hatred. You slunk onto the floor, cuddling your dog, seeking the only comfort you're able to receive. This is why I prefer animals, you think. They love you no matter what you look like or who you are.

A few days later, the events of Pedro's interview went viral, spurring both negative and positive responses.

"Pedro Pascal Defends Unknown Artist"

"Mandalorian Actor Slams Interviewer"

"Watch: Pedro Pascal Interview Gets Heated"

The headlines get more and more dramatic, acting as if fist fights broke out or a gun battle ensued. It was all pretty tame. A simple conversation of differing opinions. However… you still couldn't help but feel guilty that he put his own reputation on the line for you in a way. He doesn't even know you. What was in this for him, that he felt the need to defend you?

It was at this moment that you decided to log into Instagram from your stage artist profile. Hopping into the message section, you typed out Pedro Pascal and clicked his profile, writing out a message. "Hi Mr. Pascal! I recently watched your interview and I can't begin to express my gratitude towards you. I feel terribly guilty that this is beginning to weigh on your own image, but I would like to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for your defense, thank you for your support of my music, but most importantly, thank you for seeing my lyrics as they were meant to be… from my heart. Thank you for your kindness."

You tapped send and waited with bated breath. After ten minutes of staring at the screen, you decided you needed a break from the internet, dropped your phone, and went for a walk with Skipper.

Meanwhile, from the couch at home, your phone lit up with a notification.

Instagram

Pedro Pascal (pascalispunk): replied to your message

Thanks for reading!! Interested in track 2? Read it here!

[almayver]

Alma dear, you’ve said that you’ve been on the jealous peem train for a long time. How do you think he’d act? What are the most juicy scenarios you can conjure with jealous peem?

Hey Cole! So yep, i’ve been in the Jealous Peem train for months now, but the funniest thing is I actually have no concrete idea?

Because the thing is, I don’t think Peek would know how to act either. He has probably only ever felt like mild envy towards Qs talent and things like that, but this? This has this weird tint of possessiveness to it that I don’t think he would know how to handle. And I think that’s what would make it interesting. Because you know our boy loves open communication, but it's hard to communicate when you don’t fully understand your feelings and when you feel like you shouldn’t be having them, right?

Ok this turned into a full-blown rant and doesn't make total sense but, putting it under the read more so I don't put a wall of text in the tag

So exploring that, I also believe it would be very specific. Like someone says that Phum is handsome and/or compliments him? Yeah, Peem at most rolls his eyes because yeah his boyfriend is the most beautiful person on earth, and he is great, those are just facts, actually more people should be saying it. Someone flirts with Phum? Well that’s just funny to him, they would probably make Phum flustered and Peem loves to tease his boyfriend. Also, he is just so secure on his boyfriend’s feelings that the fear would never be that Phum is going to leave him or find someone better. So what would make Peem jealous?

Well, jealousy at its core is about insecurities, right? So possible scenarios here that would make Peem feel weird (jealous Peem, you feel jealous)

The first one is a soft, fluffy friendship one! Peem is very much someone that is very good at comforting people, and with the comment of “You made me feel I couldn't be your comfort zone” we know how important that is to him, specially with Phum. But maybe down the line Phum feeling like shit for whatever reason and Q is the one to comfort him for some reason, maybe Peem is busy (I'm never leaving the Q-Phum besties agenda, I live there actually). And the fun element here would be the warring emotions of being so fucking happy that not only two very important people in his life are so close and comfortable with each other, but also the fact that this means Phum is not lonely and has so many people in his corner and that is the best thing he could hope for.

But. But there is this weird thing in his head that feels weird, this pure want of being the one that comforts Phum, the one that knows exactly what to say to make him feel better. And I think he would have that spiral of “what if I'm not good enough support for him, what if I'm a bad boyfriend, am I a bad friend and boyfriend for even thinking like this”. And he is maybe a little bitter, but he hates feeling like that. Eventually of course both Phum and Q would notice and be like “dummy, come on”, Q would probably actually call him dumb, while Phum would just go full puppy eyes and reassure him and also say something like “Honestly Q mostly calms me by talking about you.”

Ok got sidetracked by friendship feelings there sorry not even sure if that counts as jealousy, but I had to get that scenario out there

The others would be a bit more classic silly jealousy, I think.

So the second one that came to mid would come from how different their fields of study are. Imagine Phum working on a project being very excited talking about it (I was going to give an example, but I did 5 years of engineering and I still have no clue what civil engineers do so idk vague project it is) and it all sounds like Greek to Peem and Phum is scared that he is boring him so he stops rambling about it. But then Peem sees Phum talking with other engineering students, and it's just *sad kitten noises* because he doesn't know enough to talk like that with his boyfriend, and he is jealous of everyone that gets his attention in this very specific way that he can't get. (He later realizes that Phum feels the same way when he talks with Q about art and throughout their relationship they both just learn to listen to the other talk even when they don't fully understand and accept that the other just likes to hear them talk about things that they are passionate about)

The final one, tho? That's the one i crave. Because you know what I think would make Peem weirdly possessive and go all “MY puppy”? Someone making Phum laugh.

Phum, mister “casual small smirk 90% of the time but when I fully smile it looks like the sun came out”. They are maybe out in a bar or a party or whatever, and Phum goes for drinks or something and Peem is talking with the group about something when he hears Phum's laughter. And he stops and perks up like a meerkat because I'm sorry what. That sound normally only occurs when Phum is near him what is happening, something isn't right in the universe. And he looks towards the direction of the sound a Phum is cracking up because of some stranger and Peem is SEETHING, and he doesn't understand why, but he is angry and bitter and petty (everyone in the group is completely amused, they have never seen him like this)

But how would he react to that weird bitter feeling? Because i feel like even with the jealousy, he would never be mean or rude to someone that isn't doing something wrong. And also he wouldn't accuse Phum of anything because he knows that he would only feel sad. So I think he would go the other direction and basically do the equivalent of marking his territory. Like he suddenly ups the devoted attentive boyfriend thing to 200%, and he turns into a clingy koala. And he just keeps trying to make Phum smile and laugh because dammit, that pretty smile is his thanks. That is his personal sunlight, thank you very much. (Phum is delighted and just keeps smiling like the sun which just makes Peem want to make him smile even more, its a very fun cycle) But idk, that's a possibility.

(There's another more elaborate scenario that keeps bouncing around in my head that maybe ill turn into a fic but if it stays a half formed idea ill throw it in your inbox dear)

...that was A LOT. Thanks for sending this ask Cole that turned into a fun thought experiment.

[dumbass-duo-showdown]

DUMBASS DUO SHOWDOWN ROUND 2 BATTLE 3

Josuke Higashikata & Okuyasu Nijimura from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (ship name: josuyasu) vs Cole Brookstone & Jay Walker from lego ninjago (ship name: bruise)

REMINDER TO CHECK OUT THE PROPAGANDA UNDER THE CUT!

JOSUYASU PROPAGANDA

Josuke is fairly decent, but okuyasu, you know how in math, if you multiply a negative number with a positive one it is always negative, that is josuyasu for you. Josuke has 6 braincells and Okuyasu has -6734. Their first meeting was okuyasu trying to kill josuke, then he shows up at his house a few days later and goes "hey lets go to school! btw your mom is hot!" Josuke punches a plate of spaghetti because he thinks the chef is evil, they both fight a middle schooler who stole their cash. Okuyasu got the third most op ability in his part but he is too stupid (and kind) to realize it. Somehow they survive their entire part. They are thus far the second jojo and jobro duo to not lose each other. the second one? THEM IN AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE! (okay but okuyasu is swapped for koichi in that one, but still).

Josuke normally is pretty smart, but somewhat silly, but Okuyasu. Isn’t incredibly bright but he’s the best jojo character idc. Okuyasu brings out josukes stupid and then they are just besties and totally bouncing off each other’s stupid ideas. Idk what Okuyasu does to josukes brain but I’m here for it

I saw the post title and without reading anything else immediately went to submit them, only to go back and read the full post and realize they were included by default. They are THE dumbass duo. Ever. The worst protagonists for a detective story, but they dumbassed around so hard they somehow caught a genius serial killer. No matter who wins, they’ll always be the number 1 dumbasses in my heart.

they are the best of friends, which of course means they met by trying to kill each other.

They’re both so stupid. Like josuke isn’t that stupid on his own but he’s kinda dumb and when you put him with dumbass incarnate okuyasu they multiply each others’ stupidness. Together they are a menace.

JOSUKE AND OKUYASU FOR THE WIN BECAUSE THEY SPEND AN ENTIRE DAY TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHETHER OR NOT A RANDOM ITALIAN WAS EVIL BECAUSE HIS PASTA WAS TOO GOOD

Okuyasu and Josuke share a braincell and they lose that braincell at least 5 times a day

The majority of Diamond is Unbreakable is those two getting themselves and their friends into absurd situations. There's no way the sportsboys can compete with discovering aliens are (maybe???) real and immediately trying to use the alien(??) to cheat at dice. Then they burned down someone's house

#josuyasu are DUmbass Incorporated and i love them#its literally canon that okuyasu has one of The Most Powerful Abilities In The Entire JJBA Universe#but is too dumb and good natured to put it to world ending use

this gif

don't ask about the weird space

BRUISE PROPAGANDA

They both come up with the dumbest ideas on the team and make jokes all the time

They got into a love triangle/fight because they were just dumb and missed each other. Also they’re canonical besties who are so fucking stupid but also love each other so much

They’re both just so silly… anxiety dumbass and emotional support dumbass…

They ended up in jail once because they broke a dangerous criminal out with good intentions, had a fight over a girl but in the end said that they were more upset about losing each other

part of the bruise propaganda being "they fought over a girl but actually they just missed each other too much" is RIDICULOUSLY funny to me they also were paired off at the start of season 8, resulting in jay mimicking cole, cole getting INCREDIBLY annoyed because jay doesn't understand how vows of silence work, and then the two of them getting into an argument which leads to an entire monastery of monks breaking their vow of silence. they singlehandedly caused an entire monastery of monks to break their vows of silence because they're that stupidly annoying. jay also got really jealous that the princess they meet in season 13 was interested in cole. like bro literally said "the princess seems interested in cole. i mean, he's my best friend and all, but, cole??" vote bruise.

[bonny-kookoo]

Bonny the antique store au (? Idk it seems like a good explanation) seems great I'm a slut for those types of relationships and au 😩 are you maybe going to write this? Bc i would love to read even a little drabble of them

I guess we can start with drabbles for them? Dunno, the AU doesnt even have a name yet...

"Hel~lo!" You chirp, hands on the counter he works behind as he turns around to face you, putting down any flowers he'd had in his hands until now. "You left this at Jimin's yesterday!" You tell him, holding out a small white plastic bag, almost knocking over a box with business cards.

"What's that?" He wonders, taking the bag from you with both hands a lot more carefully, looking inside it.

"Care stuff, for your Tattoo!" You tell him. "There's a small bottle with lotion for it, you should use it as soon as the protection skin comes off." You explain him, looking around the shop.

"Oh. Thanks, I guess I forgot to take the bag with me after." He chuckles, bowing a bit politely as he places the bag down under the counter until he'll finish his shift later on. "Thanks for bringing it over, you didn't have to." He thanks, and you nod.

"I know, but I wanted to." You shrug, before there's a more impish grin growing on your face. "Buuut..." You start, and he crosses his arms with a smile, leaning back. "Say, you wouldn't be able to maybe.. put the giant ass duck down in the antique shop somewhere where no one would immediately see it? You know?" You try to sweet-talk, and he laughs.

"Just ask me to hold it back for you to buy later." He says, but you visibly deflate at that.

"No, Jimin's gonna get mad." You huff. "I've got too many kid-stuff at home already, he told me I'm not allowed to spend any more money on that shit." You mumble, crossing your arms as well now.

"But you're an adult, no?" Jungkook says, walking around the counter to get closer to a specific bucket full of pink roses, picking some of them up before his hands reach for other smaller flowers and décor, creating a tiny simple bouquet in his hands, ink on his fingers familiar to you. "You can choose what you want to do. And if those things make you happy, why deny them yourself?" He wonders.

"Cause it's dumb." You shrug. "Just like my dresses, and my skirts, and cat-shaped dishes at home." You say. "It's not a good use of money-" You start, when suddenly, he's close to you, hands moving yours to hold onto the small bouquet, his own fingers wrapping yours around the stems of the flowers bound together by simple brown string.

"Like I said. If you use it for things that make you happy-" He tells you, before looking from your hands to your eyes. "-then it's not wasted." He smiles, making you awfully shy. "I'll call my mom to put it in the back for now, so no one buys it. Alright?" Jungkook asks, and you nod almost in trance. It's like his earrings are hypnotizing you, the silver ring decorating his lower lip singing you a siren song.

"If you have a girlfriend- or boyfriend- can you like, tell me right now?" You ask, and his eyes widen, caught off guard.

"Hm? I don't- but why're you asking?" He wonders, trying to laugh off the sudden surprise.

"Cause you're making me grow one giant crush on you." You bluntly reveal, and he can't help but throw back his head, laughing freely.

You're really something else.

And he can't help but feel as if this 'crush' might just bloom in his heart as well.

[phoenixriaartemis]

So I'm doing a full rewatch of maps from the story mode including Travelers and Si'ha ones.I already said this before in a post and on that same post I reblog what I could notice from Traveler and Si'ha respectives maps,which most of it where points already known by the community(but there are some that I think could be explore more Idk I'm not really good at this stuff)

But with Save your Tears I prefer to do a different post about it because there are somethings which can be deciftive I think it's the word?....But rather than doing my theory(which I'm still working on it I still have to see the rest of the maps from the story mode to have some concrete)I'm going to put here some points already known by the community but others which maybe can say a lot about how they met(or I think I'm not the lore guardian to say this is canon,this is just a theory that whoever read this can take with a grain of salt)

So some points are(takes notebook)

-The map taken place at the spacetime hotel(Why did I write this tho)

-Traveler appearing through a portal that takes to the map of Last Friday Night(this was more because of the wink that leads to this map)

-Traveler opening a portal to Si'Ha(I should have ommited to write this)

-Each one doing differents dance moves but later doing the other ones moves(But I think in their own style?Idk I will need to rewatch it that,also I wrote this to make parallels to Murder on the Dance Floor to see if there was something different in the dance)

-Flow flowing for both of them(Traveler characteristic one and Si'ha seems to have sparkles on her Flow?)

-Triangles hand move

-Starting a fusion between the Spacetime Hotel and Si'Ha maps(or not but that can be debatable)

-Now with the Bridge where they are doing the hands glowing thing that supposed to be Wanderlust welcoming to the world(also this is a gold move)

-At the end Traveler opening a portal but instead of returning to his respective map he goes to Si'ha ones and Si'ha goes to his map

Now I know that a lot of people know about this points but I also want to point out the lyrics of the song that might have a hint about how they met or what exactly happens(now this can be interpretated however you want to)

-"I don't know why I run away"(this one I think have been pointed out a lot)

-"I saw you dancing in a crowded room"

"you look so happy when I'm not with you"

"But then you saw me,caught you by surprise"

"A single teardrop falling from your eye"

This part is sang during Traveler part I assume this is more of second meeting tho but again I'm just going to leave that to everyone interpretation

"Met you once under a Pisces moon"

"I kept my distance cause I know that you"

"Don't like when I'm with somebody else"

"I couldn't help it,I put you through hell"

This is sang during Si'ha part and I feel like the story of this two was some kind of forbidden love?because of the somebody else(now don't come up at me about saying that I think Si'ha cheated on Traveler I think both of this was waaaay before this two ended up together and having Wanderlust and without cheating involve from both parts)(I'm still seeing comments like that in Youtube)

This could also lead to the fact about the reunion that the former lore guardian says a long time ago but who knows I'm not lore master or working on the JD team to know what will happen.This is just some points that I could take.

Update:I learn how to copy links(I'm fuking dumb with this one since it was easy and I kept doing that in my life)but anyway here the link to the other post:https://www.tumblr.com/phoenixriaartemis/750539407857238016/imma-rewatch-each-one-of-the-story-mode-maps?source=share

The points of Traveler and Si'Ha are in the reblogs

[puhpandas]

This may sound kind of dumb, but I don't... really want hw 2 to make the books canon? As someone who had never heard of (and doesn't have an interest in buying and reading) the books until shortly after ruin. The idea that there's extremely plot relevant information that you'll be totally lost without for the game's plot locked away across several books just doesn't sit right with me, mostly cause I've seen other game series decide to not explain things at all under the strange assumption that every player definitely read the books when that definitely isn't the case. Like, I'm begging steel wool to actually explain that stuff in game, even if it's locked behind some secrets, because I shouldn't have to buy and read several 30 dollar books based off a game in order to understand said game's plot.

idk i could go into this in more detail but I also don't wanna drop an entire essay in a single ask on you (unless you want me to go into it more, but that's your call)

I just assume that we've already crossed that line because of the mimic being in ruin. I'm not sure if things like the mimic especially or GGY were planned from the beginning and released too early AFTER sb and BEFORE ruin (for the mimics case) because of the last delay of the game, or if they were just written and released when they were.

if the mimic hadn't been canon, I wouldn't even be considering GGY being in a game or it even being canon. but the mimic is at least, so theres a chance GGY will be too. especially because of how many gaps in the story it fills in and how it completes the narrative if you view everything in context of it.

the books being canon and lore hidden behind paywalls sucks, but also it's something early fnaf fans wished for (back when the silver eyes first came out, I remember people hoping it had lore because people wanted any crumbs at that point) so maybe they didnt see anything wrong with it because of that

in my eyes, to give them the benefit of the doubt, SW fnaf games take much longer to make and release than early/clickteam fnaf did. four games over the course of one year back then, because of how light they are, and games farther apart now (HW + dreabear (2019) security breach (2021) ruin + HW2 (2023))

SW era fnaf games are a lot heavier and bigger, and that means longer to release and more time waited in between them. so maybe they made the choice to put lore in books because they couldnt fit EVERYTHING they needed into a game without it taking literal years to cover everything, so they settled for books instead.

but maybe that's just me. this is just a theory anyway and theres no indication it's actually true, just speculation. but hopefully when I say what I said above and that the things in the books they're making canon are actually like, cool things (the mimic and probably ggy) it makes you feel better about the whole thing

[mrs-monaghan]

Jimin holds a powerful card in his hand and BH worries about that especially when JK is acting up and won't listen to them. And they have to go through Jimin.

But is this theory does make any sense ? If they have to go through Jimin to 'tame' their golden goose then Jimin will be treated wayyyy better. He's be given more consideration and Jikook will be more free. But it's literally opposite happening now. And JK not being under control of bh is also bs. He maybe difficult to handle but he's the same one who just released a song completely backed up by same bh and even got ton of extra support no other members got. After this he's going to release full English album which will be again supplied by his management A to Z he won't even have any credit in it just like SEVEN didn't had any. So if he's agreeing to all those that and working as they like he's completely under their control atleast in professional aspect.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm.....

First of all, where did u get that JK isn't getting any credit for SEVEN? He may not have written it but its still his song???

Second of all, a theory is just that. A theory. I could be right, or I could be wrong. But it makes perfect sense to me. Should BH be treating Jimin better knowing the power he holds? Probably. Or are they treating him badly because of the power he holds?

That's the question, anon.

Idk this to be fact. I don't have a person on the inside. But I can't imagine a company would be too happy to know they can't control the person they banked on.

Also JK's defiance has a limit. He's not dumb, he's not just gonna ruin his n Jimin's careers. He still wants to be a pop star and make it big. He still wants to maintain professionalism. So he only did small things here and there to piss off the company but not enough to do irreparable damage. Just enough to pass the message that he wasn't happy.

Who knows if that's why Jimin was allowed to go to NYC to be there for JK? Who knows whether or not JK put his foot down on this? Or whether this was negotiated in exchange of him not doing something as drastic as deleting IG? Maybe the company learnt their lesson. Who knows, anon? 🤷🏽‍♀️

I am just a blogger trying to figure out why things are the way they are while having little to no information and zero mind reading skills.

And as it stands I can't find another reason as to why JK would do the things that he did going against the company, knowing he was going against the company, and being proud of it. That had to have been stemming from somewhere. And I also cannot find what other reason there is for the company to be so shitty towards Jimin for no reason.

Your guess is as good as mine. So this is all I've got... 🤷🏽‍♀️

[skrunksthatwunk]

HI IT'S SQUISHY fic ask game time:

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

:3

YAHOO HI SQUISHY TY FOR THE ASK >:33

ok uhhhh uh uh

F: i think if i had to choose anything, it'd probably be the cat petting circle scene from and who do you think i'll be (without you)?, because i am. really really bad at juggling more than like 3 characters in a scene and this has FIVE and it's still really fun to read, at least for me. it's dynamic, though admittedly the attention still mostly falls on kuwabara and yusuke (sorry keiko </3 i wish you were more prominent in this one but alas) everyone carries some weight. i'm also not great at understanding (and thus writing) anger, so yusuke's bubbling frustration through the scene is like.. kinda cool to me. (a/n: eikichi is kuwabara's cat lol)

i'm also including another two from this same fic bc i think they're neat as well :)

(i'll put a transcript of the screenshots at the end under the read more)

honestly, i love writing yusuke's dialogue no matter what he's saying, so this fic's got a few moments i'm very fond of, but didn't include. anyway it's the only good thing i've ever written (<- exaggerating, but it's probably my favorite fic i've written, and maybe favorite prose piece)

i also remember enjoying some of the dialogue between sagawa and majima in tough love for loveless things, and i assume i liked a lot of the stuff for i long for you and your expert hands, but i... haven't revisited that one in a long time (idk why but i'm a little afraid to?? i haven't forgotten it though), so i couldn't point to anything specific really ^ ^'

I: hm... i think i overindulge in characters just talking about nothing, at least when it comes to my writing. if i like them, i like hearing them talk about nothing, and it tends to bloat scenes and drag on, i figure. i also tend to gravitate towards really specific intensely described points of imagery that barely come up again and totally break the flow of the scene (oops). in terms of guilty pleasures in reading, uh...? i'm kind of a sucker for werewolf stuff because i got that dog in me. im drawing a blank ig sorry <3 OH i've always been hopelessly fond of whump / hurt/comfort / sickfic STUFF. legit since i was a child. i like it when they're out of it i like it when they're woozy. and anything with dumb hijinks and/or slapstick is good to me. comedy's hard and i like seeing idiots be idiots. and really introspective/inner monologue heavy pieces are mmmmwah for writing and reading

R: oh man. whatever i'm currently reading often ends up influencing my writing in noticeable (to me) ways. one time i was writing smth for my fiction writing class and i typed out a sentence that felt at once like smth dr seuss would write (you'll never guess what unit my children's lit class was on) and a line from lolita (because that's what i was reading at the time). it's a mashup that worked weirdly well. ANYWAY to actually answer the question, the little prince ruined me as a kid, and a lot of the way i express sadness and emptiness is channeling saint-exupery there. currently, arkady martine and andzrej sapkowski have been influencing my scenery descriptions in particular, because that's what i was most recently reading, but earlier this year i remember cormac mccarthy's the road finding its way under my pen a lot. for really flowery stuff (i don't think you see it much in my fics, but it's not Never), i think of alfred tennyson's maud quite often. this is not a conclusive list im just empty brained :P

X: ohhohohohohhh. god help me but i love making all of them suffer. to love something is to vivi/dissect it. currently kuwabara is the one i'm putting through the most though (<- channeling personal issues into this orange guy), but majima and kiryu were always lots of fun to break down >:). perhaps that's the real answer to the guilty pleasure section

[SCREENSHOT 1]:

“Hey, why’s she goin’ to Kurama and you and not me?” Yusuke complained, pouting at Keiko.

Kuwabara piped up. “Maybe it’s ‘cuz they have manners, unlike some of us.”

“Or patience,” Botan offered.

Yusuke stuck out his leg and prodded Kuwabara’s arm. “Yeah, and how’re your manners workin’ out for ya? You still look like someone’s been playin’ tic-tac-toe on your hands or did she become a saint overnight?”

“Shut up, Urameshi.”

Keiko spoke up from her spot on the floor. “Aw, I think she’s just sweet. Right?” She put her chin on her folded arms and gently rubbed at Eikichi’s cheek. With a warm smile, Keiko turned her head into her arms further, squishing her face, openly endeared. “Even if she bites sometimes.”

“Finally, someone gets it,” Kuwabara moaned. “Keiko, tell Urameshi that for me, will ya?”

Yusuke didn’t buy it. “If she was sweet she’d be sweet to me, too.”

“Benevolence is nearly always conditional,” Kurama said, leaning over to rub Eikichi’s ears. “Perhaps she senses your standoffishness and simply chooses not to engage with someone who does not seem to want her.” Kurama’s brilliant green eyes swept back to Yusuke for emphasis. “You two may have that in common.”

“Wh—?!” Yusuke spluttered a bit, before settling on, “Watch it, fox boy.”

“Aw,” Botan giggled, “Yusuke, it’s alright, you know. Some of us just have an animal-like charm. Meow meow!” She hooked her hands like paws.

“Right, and I’m saying Eikichi’s not so charming. I mean, she’s been ignoring you, too, Botan, whaddyou think?”

“Oh, she’s just lovely! Simply adorable,” Botan cooed.

“Heheh, looks like you’re outnumbered, Urameshi!”

[SCREENSHOT 2]:

Rocking his chair back lazily, Yusuke noticed Kuwabara’s scratch-laced hands and whistled. “Damn, Kuwabara. It’s kinda beating you up, huh? That cat o’ yours. You look like you just fought me, only smaller.”

“For the last time, Urameshi, Eikichi’s a she! Quit it with the it crap or I’ll knock you into next Sunday brunch.” He jabbed his chopsticks at Yusuke pointedly. “And I don’t think you could get any smaller.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. She’s beating the shit outta you. But what’s with that? I thought kittens were s’posed to be all cute n’ cuddly.” Yusuke swirled his drink thoughtfully before taking a swig.

“You’ve never had a kitten, have you, Urameshi?” Kuwabara deadpanned. He had the right to do that now that he was a cat-rearing expert, as if he hadn't learned it very recently himself.

“No. ’M not really crazy about animals. Neither's my mom.” Under his breath, Yusuke added, “Knowing her, that’s probably for the best.”

“Wh—? How?!” 

Yusuke shrugged.

Kuwabara huffed. “Ugh, she’s teething right now, okay? And I haven’t got her a scratching post yet. She’ll grow out of it, you’ll see.”

“Whatever you say, man. Just try not to lose any limbs waiting for her to get manners, arright? Don’t wanna make our fights even more one-sided. That’d just be sad.”

“Yeah, right, Urameshi.” Kuwabara puffed out his chest. “Eikichi could take two o’ my limbs and I’d still wipe the street with ya.”

“Hey, try beating me with four limbs first, tough guy.”

The conversation devolved into threats and bickering from there, culminating in little more than wrinkled uniforms and mussed hair-dos, and one final exchange.

“You haven’t even met her, Urameshi, so how could you know what she’s like?”

“‘Cuz you’re carryin’ the proof right there, stupid! Look, don’t take it so personal. I just don’t feel like spending all day roughhousing with someone that far beneath my weight class, even if she is the precious little angel you say she is."

[SCREENSHOT 3]:

Yusuke lounged on the floor, Eikichi sitting on his chest and staring down at him.

“What’re you starin’ at, Stinkass?”

Kuwabara scoffed loudly, fluffing out the pillow Yusuke would use.

Yusuke smirked at him. “Oh, I’m sorry, your highness, I left my manners at home.” He cleared his throat. “What are you staring at, Her Royal Majesty the Queen Stinkass?”

“Man, why'dya only pick mean pet names to give ‘er?” It came out a bit harsher than he meant.

“What?” Yusuke began to sit up, but stopped when he remembered Eikichi’s place on him. He dropped back down and shut his eyes lazily. “These aren’t pet names, they’re, like, insults. That I don’t mean.”

“So ‘Stinkass’ is your idea of an affectionate nickname?”

“Gee, you don’t have to make it sound so damn girly. I’m just callin’ her that ‘cause I like her.”

“Ooh~ so you like her, huh?” Kuwabara sat up on his knees and—once Eikichi got the hint and clambered off—smacked Yusuke’s face with his pillow, holding it over his face. “Whatever happened to not bein’ mushy, tough guy?”

Yusuke wrenched the pillow from his grip and lazily swung it at him, not bothering to get up. “Hey, you told me she doesn’t judge about that sorta thing, right? And I’m learnin’ there’s benefits to bein’ mushy, like kicking ass better.” He shifted to crack his back, then sighed, relaxing into the floor. “I’m just sticking to my way, and sometimes that means calling her Kuwabara’s Favorite Little Shitblaster or whatever.”

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Opinions on Dream? :^

SO many feelings about him omgg rant under cut please forgive me

okay so i don't really talk or draw him much cause honestly,,,most of the times i just think he's a bit....boring? or more accurately plain? not in a mean way either but just in a 'fades into the background' type of way like don't get me wrong!! he's a really nice friend to his peers, his feelings about his powers and aura making his relationships harder to navigate and trust along with his whole conflict with nightmare and morality about what's good and bad IS very cool!! and i love it whenever they write him to be complex and not on this black and white mentality or when he's just straight up following along his friends with no free will or with a dubious purpose without ever addressing his issues or feelings! it's just unsatisfying to me :')

or when they're making him the 'naive' and oblivious, (sometimes childish?) character being marked as the obstacle and villain along with the other star sanses from the fic's pov, always talking about doing good things while fighting his brother and not hearing him out about the balance, (and for weak reasons most of the time. like it's been so long and you STILL haven't sat down with him when he's, generally, basically begged you to just have a talk? guys please :'( ) or when they go for the victim sad dream always missing the old nightmare, where corrupted nightmare is the incarnation of evil, with no sympathy or emotion except anger and sadistic glee, killing and hurting everyone and dream's just trying to protect the multiverse and dream's always been in the right. such extremes!!!

LIKE!! i hope i'm not the only one that thinks a 500+ year old should have had enough time to idk. learn things? about people and manipulation and deceit? after knowing what the villagers did to night? about the bad things in the world and how there's a lot of grey areas in life and that he maybe reflected on his past enough to process and ask himself if there should to be a convo to settle his differences with nightmare (and you can make nightmare the stubborn one too! or have them BOTH be petty and imperfect and have some things wrong and some right at the same time like why do i always see the good guy vs bad guy cliché with these two when they're the perfect example of why positivity doesn't have meaning without the negativity!! as long as there's a satisfying evolution or growth that doesn't leave me empty i'm good yknow?)

plus i believe dream really isn't as dumb as people view him. i do get some of you saying he probably can't read or write since that's actually a pretty interesting idea to explore! but in general please let him have emotions other than pure sunshiny happiness or endless sadness like he's gotta have more depth than that! let him make mistakes, have flaws that don't just make him the bad guy that's always in the wrong by default, and be angry or suspicious or jealous or bitter or battling his mental health problems/depression or malicious or smart or witty or mischievous and silly or sarcastic or ANYTHING dude i just want him to be put into different scenarios where he can be serious or lighthearted like it doesn't even have to be long or perfect but make him feel real.

it could definitely be that i don't read or see much art about dream or really look for it hard enough but also i just. i feel bad for even saying this fr and i wanna be honest about why i don't enjoy most stories about him cause he always gets the worst treatment along with ink!!! especially ink omg the poor guy has it the worst i think like wow do they mess him up :'(

always one dimensional in non shippy fics, or too plain or easily replaceable by other, more entertaining people in the significant other's life in most of his ships like man. i have read fics out there that made me genuinely FEEL and root for him and love his character so much it restored all hope for me!!! but i can only name one on top of my head and the others? it's been so long i don't even remember their names i just legit feel terrible cause i love him still and i can't find many headcanons that fit my interpretation of him yknow?

not to say people who write him very happy, mislead or sad are ruining him like that's silly- if i see something i don't like i just. move on bro i wouldn't force people to feel or think the same way i do about him cause anyone can have whatever headcanons they want!!! just talking about what i personally look for in him and why i can't exactly find it since most of the stuff out there just isn't my cup of tea :')

hopefully i didn't set anyone off with this rambling opinionated essay i just pulled hhh xD i know i know he's a popular character and i know a lot of people like dream so *sobs* please please recommend me artists and fics about him that you think is good it's been so looong since i've read or seen anything new that makes me attached to this little guy aughg<33333

[yumester]

sending this back to sender. i need a full dissertation on pAInter STAT

Oh, look it's the silly mutual once again in my ask box, wailing and screaming like a drenched kitten or that one generic male character from the hit game going through the worst experience ever— (gets shot)

Anyway, here's my opinions on The p.AI.nter from the hit Roblox game.

You know the drill, putting a read more for my and everyone's safety.

Fucking character of all time, man. Not including Sebastian! We hate Sebastian in this house! 🗣

They made this shit in the lab and called it straight up cocaine for lore heads. And by lore heads I mean me homie!! /j

Gonna mainly go over each label but might go into detail later on so watch out.

Everyone but me is wrong about them <3: I mean this in the nicest way possible. Pressure fandom has already failed miserably at the characterization of Sebastian. We've seen it all, to people anime boyifing the hell out of his visage, to the literal creators having to ward people off by adding changes to the game's data by removing voice lines. Man is not your big monster hubby with a tortured soul. Okay, maybe he is a tortured soul, but more literal than that and less likely to cry on your shoulder or even give you the benefit of the doubt to hold you at arm's length. Anyway, I've seen some people babify the hell out of p.AI.nter as well, and it sucks. I'm sorry, but it's true. It is not your friend, guys. It just wants to paint.

they got done dirty but the creator/s: Okay IDK if you've even peered at the recent updates or uploads from the main creator, but it was shown that p.AI.nter will be updated to be killed at some point. I don't know if they already patched that through the other day because, for one, I haven't played the new update. And, two, I think anyone who tries to do so is a dumb bitch because all p.AI.nter does is trick the player with fake doors and has turrets in occasional rooms (yes, the turrets can be annoying at times but who cares). In my head, I feel like the entity adds some charm to the existing enemies you face during a play through. And removing those elements just feels like a waste. Technically speaking, you only get to The p.AI.nter's room in a certain percentage. Though I will say it makes sense in canon why you would be able to destroy it as Urbanshade as talked nonstop about removing any and all adversaries that get in its way, mainly Sebastian (Unfortunately and thankfully, in Sebastian's case, Sebastian can't be killed). But, I will also say, The p.AI.nter's document, however tragic that it is, kills me at the fact how they handled its owner's death. Like really? Accidentally killed with a rifle to the head because of some dumb guard, no less. If I was that sentient AI, I would no doubt feel endless dread and sorrow. Though, then again, The p.AI.nter is already had several moments of killing itself and been depressed while under Urbanshade's care.

ADOPTION PAPERS ADOPTION PAPERS FILING THE ADOPTION PAPERS: I won't bother writing a whole paragraph, so take this GIF of p.AI.nter as Edgar instead. <3

i am constantly going insane rotating them in my brain like a fork in a microwave: I can not overstate how much I love this little guy. I don't talk about it much nor articulate the words in discussing this freak like I wish I could. But The p.AI.nter is a character that resides in my head twenty-four, seven. Like I'm writing a fanfic about Sebastian right now—well before you sent this, but all I've been thinking about is this dumb AI. Its relationship with Sebastian. Its overall role in the story of the game and so forth.

the popular ships for this character suck: OKAY, OKAY! I know I reblog and sometimes like content of The p.AI.nter with Sebastian together, but that's mostly because I find ship art in general to be an endearing thing to look at from the views of a consumer. However, canon wise it just doesn't… click is all I'm going to say. I DO LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC, HOWEVER!

constantly listening to songs and mentally holding them up like a paint swatch: To be fair, I'm always listening to music, I'm a music junkie at heart and, brother, this shit is breakcore!

I WANT TO STUDY THEM LIKE A COCKROACH: All I'm saying is robotic characters growing sentience is a form of love in video game writing, baby. Also, like I loved The p.AI.nter even before friendly fire update. But y'know me, when it hit beta with its new voice and new face with the MS Paint program that has scratchy line art, circles for eyes and wobbly smile—I was ecstatic! I'm not an engineer or a computer nerd by any meanings, but I wouldn't give to be in Pressure for a spell to like look at inside and out in a non-sexual way of course LMAO.

whats wrong with them (affectionate): SO, SO MANY THINGS! MAINLY URBANSHADE </3

#LETTHEPAINTERPAINTFREELYCHALLENGE

not enough screen time: Maybe this is the me that “likes this character a normal amount” talking, but it makes me sad that The p.AI.nter doesn't say much when you visit its enclosure in heavy containment. Like, you visit Sebastian's shop, and he has like hundreds of dialogue, all of which include snide remarks and shouting at you. It's freaking Gianni I get people! But anyway, my man deserves a little more, thank you. <3

they've never done anything wrong in their life <3: Watch this video from 1:25 and 2:23 and tell me I'm wrong.

my opinions would be received by most fans as akin to hitting a wasps nest with a baseball bat: i shan't say...

This is the best character in the work: Discounting the most integral character, Sebastian fucking Shoelace, we have The p.AI.nter! Yippie!!! My blorbo, my absolute bestie, my man who hits me in the ass with high grade turret bullets to only die to the next room, my “locks me in a room with my wife as we discuss divorce papers and play 7 minutes in heaven” wingman. <3

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TedTalk!

[jovenshires]

I loved the way you did the sharing a bed trope for the amangela fic! 💜

Since you mentioned the other roomie pairs in the fic tho...

Do you have any headcanons (whether shippy or platonic) on what the other duos' nights looked like?

Whether that be in the original set up of two king beds, or what would have happened if any of them had ended up with the single queen bed instead? 👀

tysm you are the best always and forever <3333

i sure do! i will talk ab each pair of roommates specifically mentioned bc. we all know i had Thoughts right. anyway under the cut for length purposes but here's a little behind-the-scenes to 'i could be the reason (you can't sleep at night)'!

peter & chanse:

you Know they just went about their days and nothing happened KDNLKNLFKNF like they were very chill ab it

chanse actually begged peter to room with him so angela would have to room with amanda that's the tea <3

if they had gotten the king bed: peter would have stayed on heidi and erin's couch like a normal person <3

arasha & olivia:

honestly they just had a good ass night. like they probably had a lil dance party and got snacks from the vending machine and did their nails and put on face masks

they also cracked into the mini-bar

if they had gotten the king bed: they would share the bed and it would be no problem!!

keith & noah: (idk if i remembered to mention them rooming together but its true)

these two were up until 3 am being absolutely unhinged. talking ab everything and nothing as always <333

they def got a noise complaint actually and they deserved it too bc they were blasting music and screaming

as a little bonus, in my mind they are always an established relationship KSNDKNFKN in any fic i write assume koah is already happening in the background. in this fic they pushed the beds together. to me. and the hotel staff comes in and is like '???' DNFEKNKNWS honestly they and amangela could have swapped rooms and the whole fic wouldn't have happened

if they had gotten the king bed: in a non-established-relationship-universe, honestly i see keith Insisting they don't share the bed. maybe rock-paper-scissors or noah's just like 'whatever' and then sleeps on the floor. it'd be more about how they spend the whole weekend bickering only to get together at the end of it bc noah shuts keith tf up by kissing him.

shayne & damien:

honestly them sharing a room was relatively chill. like they both brought books to read and video games to play.

they probably had one of those late-night talks where they got way too deep for 1 in the morning and did not speak of it again

if they had gotten the king bed: they would have just agreed to share it even though shayne did offer to sleep on the floor. very similar to amangela's except they get together after three nights of bed-sharing bc they're oblivious and dumb <333

kimmy & courtney:

they had a GREAT time sharing a room!! once again just chatting the night away. very 'do you think cats have feelings' 'courtney its 3 am. but yeah.' probably also got invited to arasha & olivia's girl night too

they rented grease and bend it like beckham and watched them back-to-back <333

if they had gotten the king bed: they share the bed without complaint!! i think courtney and kimmy are both like. well aware they've caught feelings and not as afraid of admitting it bc they're not as afraid of losing the friendship. so i think they get together before they even get in the bed LKNFNNLFN like they're just chilling and chatting so so far they are winning the bed-sharing race

ian & anthony:

for the most part i think they were also just chilling. like they just had a good time hanging out,

they seem like balcony kind of guys to me. like they were sitting out on their balcony and chatting for hours and all of a sudden it was like oh wow we've been out here for like three hours maybe it's time to sleep! and they were def Exhausted the next day NDFNLNKF

if they had gotten the king bed: oh i think they would have been SO awkward. like! oh haha! well that's weird! definitely tried to get their room changed as much as they could. ian for Sure considered sleeping on erin's couch. think they flipped a coin to see who would sleep on the floor (they both volunteered btw) and ian loses so he sleeps on the floor and they get all settled and turn the lights off and after a minute anthony's like. hey man. just get in the bed.

spencer & tommy:

oh the guys <3 the boys <3 okay so. i think they spent a lot of time hanging with the squad and like through That they talk to each other a lot. like so many inside jokes come out of this weekend. but i think back in the hotel room it's like. comfortable silence. the performative part of the day is Over this, as always, just for them.

"hey spencer what do you think the most vile insane horror movie we can rent tonight" "idk let's find out" cue them falling asleep on each other's shoulders watching the wildest movie you can think of

if they had gotten the king bed: this was literally so close to being a fic for them that i've thought about this so much. anyway, spencer's immediate panic sets in. he would actually go to the lengths of like getting another rooming situation like. let's imagine shaymien Also has a couch, that's where he's staying. and tommy's like. a little uncomfy about it but he's like 'what that's dumb??? lets just share the bed you're gonna hurt yourself' so spencer's like uh. okay. fine. and much like shaymien i don't think they get together until after three nights of this. maybe even After they get home when spencer's in his own bed and he's like. hm. maybe i liked sleeping w tommy a little bit.

erin & heidi:

made a betting pool to see who would come out of this weekend as a couple

selina is winning btw

if they had gotten the king bed: they would have just shared it like normal people or took turns sleeping on the couch <3

[destinyc1020]

Destiny as a fellow woc I noticed a peculiar theme when it comes to Z discourse on Twitter. Sorry in advance if I ever overstep as I'm not black but it seems like being biracial puts you on a uncomfortable position (or maybe it's just Twitter spaces I don't know lol) I've read people complaining that Z should never be refered as black cause she has a white mom or that the only reason why she's accepted in wider spaces is because she's light skin (I agree with discussions about colorism cause in my own community we struggle with views on light/darker skin complexions) but I also noticed how they also criticize Z's decision to go for white women roles saying she's only pandering to garn "simpathy" from the black community because to them she feels "more comfortable" with her white side only cause she's dating Tom taking aside how her closest friends and team are all black and how openly she's talked about growing up in Oakland and being problack. Sometimes I feel they are overly judgmental towards Z like damn if she does or damn if she doesn't. But I don't think I have any moral authority to call anyone out for that as I'm not part of the community. Have seen the discourse? What fo you think of it? Sorry for the long text tho 😔

Thanks for your ask Anon, and no worries about the length. Who am I to talk lol? 😅

Anyway.... To avoid going into some back and forth debate about this topic again on my blog (I've already discussed this a few times before), I'll just say this:

Twitter is unfortunately Twitter 😒🙄

The topics of being "black", colorism, and all of the implications in btwn all of these things regarding skin tone, historical treatment, etc. tend to be a very (how shall I say) complicated topic in African American culture 😬👀

I can't argue with what someone identifies themselves as. If Zendaya says she's "black", then she's "black" 🤷🏾‍♀️ Maybe she just feels more welcomed and embraced by those people on her "black" side?? Who knows?

With that said, I don't think we can just fully brush under the rug the difference in how some women who have two black parents, and perhaps darker skin are treated in society, vs their lighter-skinned/biracial (those with parents from two different racial groups) sisters. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Those are my views in a nutshell.

I don't wish to go into all of this again, cuz I know delving TOO deep into this topic will just cause a lot of arguments and drama in my inbox, and I'm really not up for that today....or ANY day really. 😩

All I'll say is that it's COMPLICATED. And Twitter is dumb. Also, Idk what on earth her dating Tom has anything to do with anything.... 😒🙄

If Z prefers white women roles, then let her have white women roles lol. I'm pretty sure Marie is written as "black" in the script since it was basically written for her lol. So, she doesn't just do "white women roles". Some are mad because Tashi is written as a "black woman", and some feel that Z took the place of a "real black woman" in the role of "Challengers". 🙄

Again...people are gonna complain about ANYTHING these days.

I honestly don't care. I'm happy for ANY woc who gets good roles.

I don't have to knock down Z for the roles she gets. I can still wish for great roles for my fellow darker-hued sisters in Hollywood w/out putting down Zendaya (who's more fair-skinned) in the process. JMHO 🤷🏾‍♀️