#it's all tooo much. so i do nothing and try to just survive through these days . i feel so. weird

[bewby]

soooo insane how depression actually affects the way i talk/speak/my speech patterns/etc like not only have i lost motivation to even talk to myself and it's rotting my brain away but i also forgot how to talk to others entirely because it has become. exhausting for me. awesome

[seeds-and-sins]

Stuck in the Bunker

Pairing: John Seed x Reader

Rating: M (SMUT!! & Language)

Note: This particular prompt can be applied to other Seed siblings as well, but only one per Seed for the sake of originality. An Anon requested this to be a smut so here it is.

Description: You were only dating John Seed for a few weeks before you both were shoved into a bunker and forced to live together for seven years.

   It had been three long weeks so far. Three weeks ago, you were shoved into a bunker with your boyfriend of a month and expected to survive for the next seven years. Three weeks was already too long, you could feel your sanity slipping and it wasn't because of the environment. The bunker was very nicely stocked, with an array of non-perishable foods that John enjoyed, along with a whole wine cellar. It had a king size bed, a seating area with a television and some movies, running water, electricity, a kitchen and a small side laundry room. You were grateful to be in a comfortable bunker, roomy, the equivalent to a five star suite, but there was one problem: John Seed.

      Before the collapse, you would see John every other day, or every two days. The both of you had only been dating for a month so neither of you had really decided on something more serious quite yet. You enjoyed John's company, you were addicted to it, in fact, but then you were shoved into a closed space with him, with nowhere to go. The first few days the both of you tried to reach out to his brothers and members of the project. You both busied yourselves with puzzles, and movies, and well, each other. You cuddled a lot, made out with one another, still yet to have taken the affection elsewhere, but even so you didn't mind the close proximity in the beginning. 

   Once the puzzles were finished, the movies all watched, contact with the others made, it became extremely boring. John became all too overly affectionate, all too close, never giving you a break, even when you went to bathroom. You weren't sure if it was because that was how he handled his boredom, or if it was because you were starting to grow sick of him, either way the two of you got too close for your comfort. 

You had seen each other naked, shared clothes, ate together, slept in the same bed together, talked to each other nonstop. You just wanted one thing that was all your own. It was driving you up the wall. John would read a book one second, then decide the next second he was going to suffocate you in his embrace. His advances towards you were always unpredictable. While you were eating, taking a shower, sitting in meditation, the guy never gave you a second to breathe. You had made some complaints, light ones at that, too afraid to outright tell him that you just didn't want to be in this bunker with him anymore. You would run out into the radioactive apocalypse to evade him, or at least, you were getting to that point. 

   You figured entering the bunker would change you both, but not quite like this. When John was relaxed and he didn't have Joseph hovering over his shoulder, he was soft and polite and gracious and gentle. While the John you had met before this whole collapse, before even dating him, was insistent, confident, gleaming with pride. That John was gone as soon the only person he had around to judge him was you, especially because he thought you wouldn't judge him. His mask had been lifted, and you were glad that he felt comfortable enough with you to remove it, but he was just TOOO comfy with you. Almost completely forgetting that you still both knew hardly anything about each other aside from minor things like interests and habits and the like.

    You sighed in aggravation, hitting another bout of restlessness, as you tried to will yourself asleep. You shifted over, pulling the covers down, almost kicking them to the foot of the bed as you tried to find a more effortless position. You heard a grunt from behind you, and then an arm snaked out over your waist. Your fists clenched as you felt John's breath at your ear, snoring away behind you like it was nothing. Great! Now you were trapped, you grabbed his forearm and roughly tried to pry it from around you. 

"John..." You hissed, feeling your patience wane under his heat. It was too much! He was like a furnace and you felt like you were going to explode. "JOHN!" You growled out fiercely, his snores settled and he took a deep breath, lifting his arm off of you sleepily. You jumped up from the bed, and you turned to face him with crazy wide eyes. He rubbed his own tired gaze, propping himself up on an elbow. 

"(Y/N), my dove, are you okay?" You started to pace, it must had been quite the sight, considering you were wearing nothing but a pair of underwear and one of his Georgia state t-shirts. It bunched up around your waist as you stormed back and forth. 

"I am fucking done, John!" His eyes narrowed, still lethargic from being woken and he sat up fully. 

"What are you talking about?" You weaved your fingers through your air, trying to steady your breathes. 

"You are always on me, against me, touching me, can't you just fucking stop! And you breath on me, oh my fucking gosh, I can't take it anymore! Just give me some fucking space!" He washed a palm over his face, then threw the covers off and swung his feet over the bed. The tattoos rippling across the slopes of his curves, his muscles, his toned abdomen, creeping down with the growing chest hair under his boxers. At the beginning of this, you wanted to fuck his brains out, especially with no Joseph to tell John ‘no’. Yet still, John practiced Joseph's rules even within the confines of this bunker, so you gave up that wish. 

"Sweetheart, I still don't understand. I thought you liked my affections." The broken and tired gaze he sent you, caused your own temper to soften, only slightly. 

"John, I just-" You sighed, wishing you didn't have to say it. "Maybe we should designate our own spaces, start giving each other some distance." He stood up, eyebrows furrowing and he stroked one hand through the loose black ungelled strands of hair. 

"(Y/N), we live in the same bunker together." He snorted coldly. "We will be for the next seven years, what are you going on about?" You could tell he was starting to get annoyed, a cranky and annoyed John did not bode well for you.

"Did you ever stop to think how I felt about all this?!" You crossed your arms, facing your back to him. "I don't want to be in a bunker with you anymore, John! You are too clingy." You said it, you didn't want to, but it just came out. You were exhausted, oversensitive, you just wanted a breath of fresh air, away from him.

"Well, I am fucking sorry I didn't get the memo. You should be thankful I saved your life." You heard him growl out behind you, he sounded a lot more like the more unhinged side of John before all of this, the side of that John that you didn't want to resurface. You turned around, now moving out of a fury and rage you didn't know existed. You pointed an accusing finger at him, feeling the snarl behind your teeth. 

"We hadn't even been together that long before you thought it was a good idea to lock us in a bunker together for seven years!" His expression wrinkled in irritation and he crossed his arms, considering you with a glare. "You're suffocating me."

"Oh please, (Y/N), you are acting like a brat! If you refuse to accept my love, go sleep on the couch!" He pointed to the steel door frame that lead into a hall, crossing out into the living room. 

"It's not about accepting, or not accepting, your love, John! You won't stop touching me! I can't do anything without-" He held his hand up at you, halting your words.

    You woke up several hours later to the sound of clinking in the kitchen. When you sat up, peaking over the backrest of the couch, it was John moving about in the kitchen. You felt your body ache as you rose up from the cushions, the couch was a lot more uncomfortable than you had originally expected. You dragged your feet into the kitchen and stood against a counter, watching John move around with a droopy and sad gaze. You knew you should apologize for what you said, you could have done a lot better at explaining your feelings and instead you just reached your limit, exploding at the only person you had to confide in.

"I don't want to fucking hear it." He stomped back over to the king size bed, grabbing a pillow on your side and tossing it in your direction. "I am going back to bed!" You caught the pillow, lips opening to word some sort of retort, but you knew the conversation was done. You treaded into the living room, tossing the feather pillow onto the head of the love seat, and dropping down onto the worn leather. You turned to face the ceiling and stared up at it for a moment, before letting the exhaustion droop in your eyes. Sleep came to you, but it was just as unsettling, if not worse, than what you would have had in the bed. 

  John poured himself a cup of coffee, he then faced you and sipped from its contents. His eyes set in a glare, he was still angry with you. You didn't blame him, you should feel guilty. The two of you were stuck in this bunker with nothing but each other, and you could understand why he'd want to break through that barrier that had always been between you both before. 

"Jo-" 

"Oatmeal is on the table." He interrupted, then patted around you and into the living room. 

"Th-Thank you," And you couldn't help but desperately track him for a moment. He sat on the couch, placed his coffee down, grabbed his book from the table. "Hey John, I just-"

"There is no need, (Y/N)." He said coolly, not looking up to you, now skimming the words on the page he had opened to. "I understand."

"Oh," You weren't sure if you should feel relieved, or concerned. He wasn't giving you the silent treatment, akin to one of his tantrums from before when his men would fuck up. "Well, um, it's just a space thing, ya'know?" He hummed in response, flicking his fingers at the edge of the page as he flipped it. You took a deep breath, then moved back into the kitchen, where your bowl of oatmeal was sitting on the counter. It was kind of him to think of you, even if he was holding onto what you said before. He couldn't be upset with you forever. Or so you thought.

   A whole week certainly felt like forever, a whole week of him ignoring you, evading you, sleeping away from you, and basically not even so much as giving you a hug. You were starting to truly see the error of your ways. You missed John, and he was right there in front of you, you could just grab him if you wanted. You tried to crack jokes, he wouldn't so much as smile. You even tried sitting right next to him and cuddling only for him to scoot away. You really hurt him, hurt him more than you could understand. For that whole week, your thoughts on the matter did not pick a side. You were either trying to give yourself a boost in the sense that he was in the wrong. You shouldn't have to give your entire soul to him, jeopardize what made you comfortable, so that he could be happy. On the other hand, you knew your approach to the situation was selfish and unreasonable. You basically snapped at him, all because he wanted to hold you in his arms. If you were in his shoes, you would be upset too. 

    It was all closing in on you, making you itch inside. Surviving in the bunker physically was no issue in comparison to the mental effects it was forcing on your brain. What were you supposed to do? You couldn't just open the doors and run outside, you couldn't hide in the broom closet. You felt trapped, and now on top of that, you didn't have John to tell you it was going to be okay. You should have been more accepting of the situation, it was much better to have someone than no one. And you did love John, you were just getting a little stir crazy. You didn't know what to do with yourself. 

    After several hours of parading yourself around, you had found yourself in the wine cellar. John and you rarely went down there. It was a lot mustier than the bunker and neither of you liked the atmosphere so much as to withstand it long enough to grab a bottle or two. Desperate times called for desperate measures though, you needed something to help ease the loneliness, the depression, the anxiety creeping up on you. You carried it into the living room, where you placed it on the table, then shuffled over to the movie box. John was sitting on the couch, reading another new book. You didn't know where the heck he was getting them from, but he must have had a stash. You felt him watch you as you ran through the movies, all of them the both of you had watched, but some good enough to watch again. You picked out Titanic and then popped it into the Blu-ray player, then returned back to the couch. 

  Why did you have to pick such a sad movie?! You noticed John started watching it to, granted you were the only one drinking from the wine bottle, but at least you weren't watching this alone. Soon, halfway through the movie, halfway through the bottle, halfway through these incessant feelings you were having; you slumped over, bare feet facing John and you started to cry. You knew it was a collection of things, not just the movie, but the fact that John wasn't talking to you, the fact that you were stuck in a bunker, the fact that you were scared out of your mind about what was going to happen next. John placed his hand on your foot, caressing over your calves and back. 

"(Y/N), sweetheart, talk to me." His voice was pleading, and when you looked up from your wet and red face being in the leather, he was crying too. Tears were streaming down his cheeks reflecting in what little light shone from the TV screen. You sniffled, wiping the tears on your cheeks away and sitting up, closer to him. 

"I am so lost, John. I feel stuck, and..." You were in turmoil. You felt like death would have been a lesser fate, but now you knew it wasn't because of John, it was because you couldn't handle this. 

"Shhh, come here, little dove." He held his arms open, and you didn't hesitate in gravitating towards his embrace. You shouldn't have complained, you missed his touch. Your palms splayed out over his chest and you rested your head under his chin. Sobs wracked through you as his fingers caressed through your hair, his lips pressed to your forehead. "It's okay, I'm here."

"Oh, John..." You scooted onto his lap, begging for more, craving all of his affections, all of his attention. You pressed an open mouthed kiss to his lips, taking him by surprise. He grabbed your shoulders to draw you back, a nervous snort floating from him. 

"(Y/N), dove..." You shushed him, pushing forward through his protests and pressing your lips to his again. His eyebrows furrowed, eyelids fluttering shut and his hand moved up from your shoulder to your cheek. His lips parted to accept your tongue, beginning a dance of dominance. You could feel him hardening between your legs, and you wanted all of him, more of him, finally. You pushed your pelvis further, your arms settling around his neck, you wanted to be as close to him as possible. John's other hand rested on your hip, grip tightening as you bit his bottom lip. The two of you had found yourselves in this position, many times before since you met. Mainly because both of you were bored, or horny. However, no matter how far the two of you got, you had never had sex. "(Y/N), stop." He muttered in between your intense battle of tongues.

"What?" You breathed out, wiping at your still wet face. 

"Enough." He grabbed your hips and tried to lift you off of him.

"No..." You whimpered, "Please, no. I want to stay." He met her gaze, pausing in his movements. You grabbed either side of his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks. "Please." His lips parted and he cocked his head, a smirk finding its way to his lips. 

"Oh (Y/N), but I thought you didn't want me touching you." He teased, and it sounded like something the charming, cunning John would say. Not lovey dovey, not overly soft, but John being that needy, attention seeking asshole that you loved so much. You couldn't help but return the smugness with your own amused smile, even through the wetness on your face. Your fingers caressed from around his neck to his pectorals. 

"I shouldn't have said that." You stated, he released a dark chuckle, then brushed a few strands of your hair behind your ear. 

"I might consider forgiving you..." He seductively ground out, then his arms harshly wrapped under your waist and he sat forward. His face was an inch from yours, your eyes wide at the feeling of him against your most sensitive spot. "With some convincing." You were shocked, wondering what he meant. You snapped forward to catch his lips, but his finger caught between you and he sat back again. "Well..." He cleared his throat, grinning like the Cheshire cat who knew all too much. "Convince me." You gulped, lips parting as you processed his words, as the thought of what he was insinuating charged through your mind with vigor. 

"D-Do you mean-"

"Oh Darling, I know what I mean. Now get to it." You scrambled down to sit on the floor, his knees parted and your eyes widened at the visible lump showing through his grey sweatpants. "You've done this before, (Y/N). I know your sin, stop acting so innocent." Your jaw dropped open, he hunched forward, his face only an inch from your own. His hand forcefully grabbed your chin and he brought you into an aggressive kiss. He had full control, taking you by surprise, where his tongue slid so smoothly against your own and his teeth bit hard at your bottom lip as he drew away. Your eyelids sank with desire, the sting of his teeth grinding along your lip as he withdrew from you, leaning back lazily into his leather throne. "(Y/N)..." He breathed out, that smirk still sitting on his lips. "Do you want to convince me?" You ran your hands up from his knees towards the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Yes." His breath hitched, smirk falling into a dazed stare as your fingers tenderly swept under the band. He adjusted himself to sit up slightly for you as you shuffled his pants down, gasping when his cock sprung up from beneath the retreating fabric. It was engorged, precum leaking from the top, a red tip, leading down to a nestle of black hair sitting above the base. John's fingers gripped the leather as you eagerly grasped his cock your hands, the desire to have him inside of you growing with your own warmth. It had been so long since you had sex with anyone, and now you were finally about to have sex with your boyfriend. You pressed your thumb over the tip, collecting the precum with the digit and then smiling at the way he breathed out harder from the action.

"Don't think I don't know your sin either, John." You leaned forward, pressing the surface of your lips to the tip. “I see the way you look at me when I am changing...” Your lips parting against his skin, words whispering and teasing at his member. “I know the way you hold me at night, the way you flee in the morning.”

“What can I say, dove? You’re sin.” His teeth clenched with a hiss when your lips fully engulfed his cock, throat relaxing around his length and slowly sliding down. His fingers sunk into your hair subconsciously, grasping at the greasy strands, back nearly arching up with the lift of his hips. 

Before entering the bunker, you biggest worry was hygiene, but John and you had no issues taking very good care of yourselves in that regard. His cock tasted slightly salty, but fairly clean, your nose grazing the black nestle of hair above his member as your mouth moved up and down. His hand started to guide you, your jaw already tired from the movement. 

After a few more strokes, your tongue languidly laying his member flush to its surface, a suction sound echoed as you pulled your lips away. You were about to dive in again, as enthusiastic as ever, before John stopped you. His eyelids were drooped in a daze, obviously taken aback by your apology thus far. The entire time you could tell he had been struggling to keep quiet, you weren’t sure exactly from what. Perhaps it was to keep you from knowing how good you were doing, but you could already tell. The both of you had been wanting this for a while, and truthfully, Joseph had always been in the way.

“Come here.” His voice was scratchy, deep with arousal. You gulped, the taste of him still on your tongue as you stood. You plopped down onto his hips again, his cock pressing between your legs. He wasted no time drawing you closer, his lips aggressively meeting your own, hands roaming your body down to the hem of your shorts. He twisted you both around and laid you across the couch, lips not leaving yours once as he gyrated his hips into yours. You couldn’t control the moans emanating from you, a burning desire finding itself at your core. His lips traveled downward, across your cheek towards your ear and down your jaw line. Meanwhile, his fingers tucked under the waistband of your shorts, slowly drawing them down. “Oh, the things you do to me, (Y/N).” As he continued to move down your body, your shorts were removed, legs now dangling up as he yanked them off and toss them to the side. 

“Don’t stop now, John, please.” 

“Shhh,” He hushed as he ducked forward, finger tenderly caressing the bless of your explored thighs. “I am not going anywhere.” His lips rushed to your entrance, and your entire body jolted with pleasure from the warmth of his wet tongue as it flicked at your clit. You knew he had plenty of sexual experience from before he met you, but not quite on this level. Obscene sounds carried through the room, bouncing off the metal walls of the compound. One hand grasped at what you could around you, the other finding itself into his black, slick strands.

“Oh, fuck me.”

“Gladly.” He spoke once before continuing his assault on your center. His mouth was unrelenting, and your mind entirely focused on the pleasure it brought, until you felt the prod of a finger at your entrance. Your jaw dropped open and you couldn’t help but arch up again more fiercely. He sucked harder as he finger worked its way gradually inside of you, stretching you with a second finger after you adjusted. You could feel your orgasm closing in on you, your legs began to shake with the tension and then as quickly as you were there it was gone. 

“I was so clo-” You felt like you couldn’t even breath, your chest heaving as he moved up to your lips and drunk you in again. The taste of you sitting on your tongue, mixing with the remaining taste of him. His hands gripped your hips and his own his pressed to yours with intense fervor, his swollen cock dipping itself into your wet folds, but not quite entering you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and drew him closer, meeting his hips half way. His palms slid up from your hips over your navel, your shirt bunching over his wrists as they kept moving upward. You lifted your arms above your head, and he helped shimmy the shirt off completely. He returned his attention to your lips, thumbs now teasing at your nipples, and your feet wrapped around his hips. 

For some time, you couldn’t tell how long, the both of you simply gave yourselves to the moment, immersing yourselves into one another, prolonging the touches and the kisses, the intensity and the exchanged breathes. The reminder of why they were here, why they were together, why they were stuck in a bunker. John drew away, forehead pressed tightly to yours, blue eyes imbedding themselves into your soul. He wanted to see into your eyes as he pressed his cock into your entrance, as your pussy swallowed him whole. The both of you moved with graze, with a need for an end, his cock penetrating through you with pleasure and fullness following. He whimpered against your throat, mouthing at your skin, and your nails etched marks into his back as you gave into each other’s desires.

His hips started to move more frantically with each thrust, building you back up towards the orgasm that still lingered from before. Your fingers gripped more tightly, clutching at him to continue. 

“Keep going! Please!” You begged, your voice squeaking with the cries for more. John didn’t stop, instead egged on by your pleasure, he moved fasted. One hand creeping between your bodies to flick his thumb at your clit. His words strained as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. 

“Cum for me. Cum around my cock, baby.” You were sent straight over the edge, body reeling into him as you spasmed, loud moans echoing from your lips. You hadn’t had a good orgasm in so long, and his cock gave this to you, he gave this to you. You were in a moment of awe as he continued his brutal pace, skin slapping against skin, body mixing together, the scent of sex floating through the air. John followed shortly after with a groan, lips pressing soft kisses to your flesh as his cum streamed into your pussy, sending pleasurable shivers through you.

The both of you rested there for a few breathes, again, allowing the moment to consume you. You wrapped you arms back around his neck and sighed, his cock softening inside of you.

“I love you.” Neither of you had ever said those three words before. In some fashion, something along the lines of love had been clarified. John probably wouldn’t have brought you to the bunker had he not deeply cared about you and your wellbeing. He parted from your shoulder, gaze meeting yours with an undefined emotion, one you had never seen on the face of the great John Seed. His hand cupped your cheek and a single tear stemmed from the corner of his eye, the gleam of the TV flickering in its clearness, reflecting off of the wet trail it left behind. 

“I can’t lose you. You mean so much to me.” His voice cracked as he enunciated those words through a shaky exhale. You sniffled, feeling your own tears rise.

“I am not going anywhere...” You felt the tension pull you both closer. “We are in a bunker remember?” John snorted, lips pressed to yours. You both knew, this wouldn’t be the last time you’d argue and it wouldn’t be the last time of reassurance. With seven years ahead, your relationship would be tested and the two of you were prepared for that.

“I love you too, (Y/N), more than you know.”

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[keyofjetwolf]

GIFTENING Bonus Rounds

For each category, I included a “bonus round” question. YOU GUYS KILLED IT. I loved all the answers, but listed below are some of my particular favourites.

Haruka Tenoh is trapped in the wrong anime! Which would you have her visit next?

I want her to earth shake Kyubey out of existence, please and thank you

My bride is a mermaid. She can relate. :P

i think she would THRIVE in bodacious space pirates. gay teenage space pirates whose job is to dress up, be Dramatic, and rob the wealthy??? that shit is RIGHT up her alley

Hamtaro

Princess Tutu - where the world is finally as dramatic as her

PGSM (and Michiru is trapped with her, for REASONS)

Pokemon because everyone deserves to be happy

Any moe-style series so hijinks can ensue at her being baffled by everyone's ages

1960's Speed Racer

is is this a captcha or something i missed oh god

Free! so she can be indifferent to all the hot men and slightly uncomfortable because she still can't swim. 

Stick Haruka in a Gundam!

Dump her in Pretear or one of the Precures! It would be hilarious! She's never in the genre she wants to be!

Revolutionary Girl Utena, so she can be offended by misuse of roses.

Initial D, she will out-drive and out-drift all those guys and steal all their girls.

Evangelion. I would feel bad to watch her suffer, but it would be so, so funny for her to be the comparatively most normal person around.

Yakitake Japan! SO SHE CAN HAVE A SNACK OF DELICIOUS RIDICULOUS BREAD BEFORE THE NEXT INTERDIMENSIONAL ANIME STORM WHISKS HER AWAY.

The Holograms or the Misfits? DISCUSS

Holograms

both? both. BOTH IS GOOD

misfits bc Evil Ladies Hot

Steven and the stevens

Misfits.  How dare you make us try to think about anything in our lives.

Both, you mad fool. Those combined songs were the best.

The Misfits, their songs are better

The Misgrams: A group of girls who form a singing telegram start up company, but constantly deliver the telegrams to the wrong people.

kimber & stormer

Neither. Limp Lizards all the way. BROKEN GLASS.

I do not know what these things are

Misfits because guitar motorcycle

The Isle of Misfit Holograms

Holograms is just arguably better

I mean, I’m told the Misfits’ songs are better, but my true answer is the band Kimber and Stormer made in that big gay episode you liveblogged (checks) almost four years ago.

I've no idea what these words mean and I hope this does not make me TOO uncool.

this is about jem, right? right?? im hip i swear

Misfits, because Jasper is a member apparently

I don't know from Jem, but I mean...I certainly prefer holographic material to Glenn Danzig? So I guess there's your answer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Stingers

LIMP LIZARDS FOREVER

Senshi Band

You can make me liveblog a full series of any show you want! You also hate me. What do you have me watch?

Pick a GoT rip-off, any GoT rip-off

The Bachelor?

The Bachelor :(

depends on how much i hate you, but....probably the bachelor. quantity AND lack of quality

Critical role, it would take forever

If I were a horrible person who sought only malice?  Big Bang Theory.  Entire series.

Toddlers and Tiaras

The Mandalorian - Disney would come after you and kill keyofjetwolf just as dead as keyofnik.  We would all be very sad, you would have to go through a second round of restoring things to a new tumblr account, and your organizational heart would weep over adding yet another hosting site out of chronological order.

You are liveblogging Eva, and must discuss in full detail Shinji's emotional state at all times.

Hannity & Colmes

The Kardashians. And all of their spin offs. *kisses*

The price is right

the bachelor

Probably something with lots of romance and no friendships. Soap operas are like that, right? My college roommate used to watch General Young Light Restless Hospital of Our Lives (which one had Like and Laura?) And it was torture.

One Piece, because it's over 900 episodes so you could maybe do 10% before you die, also you will hate how the women are treated most of the time.

Fushigi Yuugi. Not only do you hate it but it also comes with you squirming when you admit to watching the whole thing. ;) 

Plus belle la vie. It's an ongoing French soap opera that has been airing five days a week since 2004, they're nearing their 4000th episode and there's no end in sight. Imagine all those hours upon hours submerged in French drama, mwahahaha!!

The Bachelor.  Or the Bachelorette, maybe - more straight dudes in that.

The Young and the Restless - IT IS THE LIVEBLOG THAT NEVER ENDS. IT WOULD OUTLAST THE INTERNET.

The entirety of the Bachelor franchise.

You can only play one game for the rest of your life. Which game would it be and why?

Kingdom Hearts Complete Collection. A) I love them. B) I beat the system and get like 10 games instead of one.

Gemcraft. This game actually takes a lifetime to finish.

Hatoful Boyfriend. It is the best game ever created. Feel it in your heart.

that's a mean question and you can't make me answer it

Pathfinder, which you could play for the rest of your life and still never finish.

Civ VI , so I can rule the world without leaving my house.

I am legitimately perturbed by this question and refuse to answer it.

Pokemon Go. I would have nothing else, but I would catch them all.

The Elder Scrolls Skyrim: I'll never run out of side-quests.

Mass Effect--it's the only way I'll get full completion. 

The dinosaur game on Chrome when the internet doesn't connect because my life is monotonous and it's a welcome relief. 

Stardew Valley. Peaceful farmer life and turning my children into doves when I'm bored with them.

Crabs Adjust Humidity

Oh my! A number of things come to mind, not one of them fit for print. Just, you know...*gestures vaguely* sex shit. 

I can't even stick to the ones I play now.

This is the worst of all possible things and I refuse to answer. 

Monopoly, I hate myself :(

Probably Minecraft! I haven't gotten into it because I know if I start I will NEVER STOP. Who would do things like build a hundred foot tall statue of Mako-chan? A-THAT'D BE ME.

the game. Of LIFE! *shrug emoji*

I don't believe I'll tell you, because I AM a salty little fish and it was HARD to cut that 11th choice off my vote.

Holligay and I are going to be the leads in a new buddy film. What's the premise? How does it end?

Be gay do crimes. Thelma and Louise. Duh. :P

I have no idea but only just surviving disaster is how it ends.

You break down in a small town during a roadtrip- your stay is full of hijinks and ends with you teaching the townsfolk the true meaning of friendship.

Doctor Holligay, Esquire, PhD, renowned Jewish femme of many talents, is assigned one Operative Jet Wolf as her bodyguard on a foreign diplomatic mission/vacation/culinary tour of the world ("same difference, shut up, narrator"). One problem: Operative Wolf needs a bodyguard herself, as the good doctor discovers when in one night her toilet is destroyed ("IT WAS A SECURITY THREAT") and Operative Wolf nearly breaks a leg falling down a small set of stairs ("THEY PUT A CLIFF OUTSIDE THE DOOR"). Worldwide shenanigans ensue as Holligay and Operative Wolf learn the true meaning of friendship, and also how to take care of themselves... by taking care of each other.

I’m not sure about the premise, but DEFINITELY it ends in murder.

Someone posted a major spoiler during one of your liveblogs. The two of you track them down seeking revenge. It turns out it was the original creator of the series trying to stop you. For some reason Holligay is a CGI badger.

It's clearly a buddy cop movie, and like all good buddy cop movies, it ends with Doc almost dying, and you saving her, and slapping her wound in the hospital as the credits roll.

It ends as it began: with Holligay roasting you.

A straight detective and her lesbian partner have to solve the case of the missing cinnamon buns.  It ends with nobody getting the guy OR the girl and you drive off into the sunset together, perps behind bars sans cinnamon buns.

I don't know what it's about but I know it will be the only movie that ever existed. 

Holligay is the lesbian chief of staff to you somehow being elected President and she's basically running the country while you're the charming face of the administration

Nerd and cowgirl meet at a bar, justifyingly murder some gross dude, go on the run from the law and have a life-changing road trip, on the way Nazis are punched

carrying a delicate object through a forest after your helicopter goes down

Thelma and Louise, but instead of dying, your deaths are clearly faked and you live on a ranch in Montana with your respective spouses and animals. One time a cop comes by the restaurant/bar you joint own with Doc and says, "You look familiar." Doc, in perfect lesbian, answers, "Jet's just got that criminal look, on account of how much she'd love to steal my cheesecake recipe. More pie?"

Queer Eye with a Straight Goy. The two of you do the show but in your own special ways.

Doc Holligay is the wild-west no-nonsense sheriff. Jet Wolf is the all-fun cyberpunk cop from the future. They punch nazis and argue about food. It ends as a tv series ala B99.

Your lives are already a buddy film, don’t get greedy.

Hands and socks.  You know how it ends.

See Grumpy Old Men for details.  How does it end?  Badly.

I can't imagine the premise, but I'm pretty sure the planet explodes.

A Coen Bros film. It ends poorly.

Wait? You're not already living this now? 

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Rei who? ;)

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obviously

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Rei Hino is giving this Giftening finger guns

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Hot stuff, lights my fire, blazes it regularly. I am out of fire jokes.

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IS THE BEST (I know who I'm talking to)

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If Hot Pocket were to plan One Last Heist, what do you think would be his objective? What would be Mina's role in his master plan?

Master Hot Pocket seeks BREAD. His friend and loyal companion, Mina-pup, acts as a distraction, as he has learned the humans are easily distracted by cute. While she does her sworn duty as Best Friend and Cutest Goodest Girl, probably with lolling tongue and glee at all the pets she receives, he picks the locks on the newly childproofed pantry, and Master Howard H. Pocket FEASTS AS NO CAT HAS BEFORE.

Every bag of flour in Montana; Mina runs distraction with her adorable puppy eyes

Open every container, leave none unmarked. Mina is the lookout who greets whoever comes and is completely ineffective at her job.

TAKE ALL THE FLOUR. Do it straight from the source: FlourCo Inc. What does a 10-pound cat do with eighty thousand tons of flour? If you can't figure that out, there's a reason he's the brains of this outfit. Mina would obviously be the bumbling lovable distraction to security or other people.

Bread.  Mina is The Face who provides distraction to the Keepers of the Bread by walking up to them and being herself.  Mina has absolutely no idea that Hot Pocket is using her in this manner because Hot Pocket is that Machiavellian, but Mina is a pocket full of sunshine in canine form and probably would just be happy to help out.

Hot Pocket knows that no mammal of the floor believes in flour anymore. It went away a long time ago. It doesn't exist. But what he also knows is that they're wrong. A lack of opposable thumbs won't hide the truth from him. He'll find the stash, and when he does, he'll stick his paw in it. Mina, with her limited climbing skills, will lick its remains from his claw and prove his discovery. As well as provide a warm place to curl up on for the aftermath of their adventure.

His goal is to sample every edible thing he can get his teeth on. Mina pulls triple duty as step stool, distraction, and scape goat

The Silver Crystal. Mina would play the role of Sailor V.

He is getting ALL THE FLOUR. Mina is a lovable distraction.

Looting all the carbs in the pantry. mina is distraction.

mina's role would be the "dopey" but talented best friend who it looks like HP is going to betray for the sake of the plan but then it all comes together when HP mounts a dramatic rescue. i dunno i'm still in film mode from that last one.

The Holy Bread Locked Within the Cupboard.  Mina would be the distraction, but she'd forget what she was supposed to be distracting from and end up leading you to him.

I am the Void. I am the Night. I am the Darkness with no hope of dawn. The Flour trembles before me in it's bleached fluffiness. It shall not escape my chaos, which will descend upon it like the Terrors of the Deep, claws and teeth and gnashing. It will howl at my claws. It will scream for my teeth, sharp and white, stars in the night of my fur. I shall tend and tear and -- Dammit, Dog-thing! How am I supposed to be terrible and terrifying with you wagging your tail and panting at me!? Oh, you found a good warm sunbeam? I guess I can stalk stuff later. I am the Void. I shall absorb the Sun's light and warmth and bring it into my Darkness where it cannot escape...

I'm new here and don't know all the complex lore of Jetwolf(fairly sure Mina is dog), so I'm going to assume that Hot Pocket is an actual hot pocket and his heist is robbing Fort Knox using Mina as his loyal stead/get away car. Then he explodes a microwave or something.

i lik the bred

Mina as the distraction while he takes one last tastes of EVERYTHING 

objective--stealing more chips; Mina--surprise betrayal 

The scene: Mama Jet's pantry The Objective: the bag of cake flour Aunt Doc made Mama Jet buy but she's never used Mina: confused but excited escape vehicle and/or scapegoat

RAIDING THE KING ARTHUR FLOUR FACTORY. Mina is of course adorable and keeps everyone's attention while Hot Pocket swan dives into the flour like Uncle Scrooge

Hot Pocket would definitely try to steal a monument, Carmen SanDiego style. Mina, of course, is the multi-talented and super cute face of the operation.

I have no idea who Hot Pocket is

HP would try to scale the tallest building in the world. Not to steal anything, just to be up there. Mina would be the adorable diversion.

It would be to get whatever food you've left on the counter. Preferably bread. He would tell Mina that he'll give her some of she acts as a distraction. She's a good dog so she does. He's a cat so she gets no food.

Truly, truly, THE GIFTENING winner is us all.

[sanderssidecanons]

Title: Everyone can leave.

Words: 1599

Pairings: None

Warnings: Hinted character death, angst without happy ending

I just had random inspiration and needed to write something.

It was a nice day on the island the 5 people were stranded on. Since Roman messed something up in his realm, Logan, Roman, Virgil, Patton and Thomas were trapped on a rather dangerous island, for quite some time now actually. The only thing that remained of their past with humanity were their clothes, even though Logan abandoned his tie for comfort and even Roman put his Sash down to avoid the risk of it getting stuck at a branch, it was just safer this way. Dangerous creatures live on this island, in fact so dangerous that even Patton abandoned his beloved cat-hoodie and Virgil was wearing a simple shirt instead of his usual hoodie. It was an unusual sight, but Logan had to admit, that he liked the sight of all of them working together for one simple goal: Survival.

It may sound incredible selfish, but Logan was the most important one on this island. Not the pursue of some strange dreams or emotional happiness. Just survival. He was the leader here, like he always wanted to be. People listened to him here. He felt…. happy. He felt fulfilled like this. He could live with the fact that there weren’t many books to read from, because he always learned something new on this island. Constellations, new hunting techniques, how to cook the perfect slice of meat or how to cook the fish just right. It was a fulfilling lifestyle, something Logan never expected to admit. And the others seemed as happy as they could be too. Virgil had still his music in form of a phone that never lost it’s battery-power. Sadly was the music the only thing that worked in this phone.

Patton didn’t seem sad or angry or frightened that they were here, quite the opposite. He seemed to enjoy the little (long) trip, always eager to gather firewood or prepare the fire, but never hunting, he just doesn’t like hurting animals, no matter what kind. Roman on the other hand was very frustrated and looked for some way to escape. He didn’t like to be stuck here, he had places to be, dreams to pursue. Logan secretly hoped that he would never find a way to leave. They were alive, they were healthy, what more could they want? They were well, who needs dreams in their live anyway? He couldn’t bring himself to change his thoughts, he never said them out loud, knowing secretly that everyone wanted to leave, but Logan would secretly hope that they could stay here forever…

He even hoped that Roman’s current plan will fail, like all the other plans. All of them were currently in a little boat, cruising over the ocean, hungry sharks and leviathans swimming below them, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack. Logan was at the back of the boat, not bothering to paddle like Roman and Thomas currently did to keep on moving. He wondered what exactly Roman was trying to accomplish, where did he want to go? There were no other islands nearby, where did he want to go? The leviathans and sharks began to be restless, swimming closely to the surface of the earth, as if to warn to not progress any further.

“We should turn back, the beasts of the ocean don’t seem to approve of your plan Roman.”

The creative side looked up from his task, his brown eyes housing a determined glint before he explained:

“Don’t worry, they aren’t really going to attack. It’s just a warning that we are reaching the end of the world.”

Logan blinked, slowly processing what Roman just said, but Virgil was quicker in asking the question the logical side thought of.

“The end of the world?”

Roman nodded, grunting softly since the rowing began to be quite some work and straining his rather muscular arms. He winked as he excused:

“Sometimes you just don’t bother to create more than what is absolutetely necessary.”

So Roman’s plan was to reach the end of the world? The logical side felt himself growing nervous, worrying his lip between his teeth, wringing his hands, trying to occupy himself, to distract himself somehow. He tried all his usual things, chewing on his nails, lightly pulling his hair, playing with a bracelet he was currently wearing, but nothing was helping, because he could already see the end of the world approaching. Were they really about to leave? Did he want to leave?

The end of the world was marked with a barrier. It was like an orb, like they were in a slowglove, but the barrier didn’t look like it was made of glass…. it was more of an energy force that was made of octagons… so many shining octagons. Roman and Thomas finally stopped rowing, regarding the barrier with wide eyes, Roman’s eyes also holding a certain determination. Being the brave one that he was, he stood up from the boat and jumped into the water, surprising everyone with simply standing in it like they were on the beach. Why was the water shallow here? Were they just in one giant bathtub with the island in the middle?

Roman slowly moved the forward, his hand stretched out as he slowly touched the barried, his hand phasing right through. His face lit immediatly up, announcing: “We can  leave through here! It’s the exit!”

The others looked with wide eyes as Roman crossed the barrier, his outfit immediatly shifting to the original outfit he had when he got here the first time, with sash and all the accessories being a part of it. Patton was the second to jump out, then Thomas and finally Virgil, all of them slowly phasing through the barrier and taking on their original form. They smiled brightly, seemed happy to return to their old life, filled with stress and anxiety. Logan couldn’t understand.

Thomas laughed along with his 3 sides, before turning around and looking at Logan, waving him over and calling: “Come on Lo! Let’s finally go home!”

The logical side could only sigh as he too stood up from the boat and walked over to the barrier. His shoes were soaked now, his body felt heavy, was he afraid to return? To the stress of their old life? …Maybe…

He stretched his hand out, ready to phase through just like the others, only for him to be blocked off. His eyes widened and he pressed both palms against the energy-barrier, only to be pushed back. He couldn’t phase through. The others seemed just as surprised at this.

“What’s going on?!” Asked Logan in distress, trying to push through, only to be pushed back again. A monotone but human voice that sounded strangely like Joan was audible, it didn’t sound like the original though, it sounded more like Joan turned into an AI and was now talking to him.

“Everyone can leave. They just need to want to.”

The other’s were slowly disappearing, returning to their old life, Logan couldn’t follow them, what was he supposed to do?!

“Logan?” Patton was staring at him with teary eyes, pressing his own hands against the barrier, but even if he wanted to be with Logan, he couldn’t bring himself to want to stay on the island forever. He just couldn’t.

Logan was pounding against the barrier, calling out to the others, only for the voice of Joan to repeat the sentence every time he pounded against the barrier:

“Everyone can leave. They just need to want to.”        

“Everyone can leave. They just need to want to.”        

“Everyone can leave. They just need to want to.”

“I want to! I WANT TO!” Screamed Logan, trying desperately to fight through the barrier, he just needed to get to them, they were moving on without him, why couldn’t he leave?!

…Because he secretly, subconciously… doesn’t want to leave. The others were vanishing before his very eyes and he wasn’t able to leave, he was trapped, he would forever be trapped here, all alone with no one to talk to, with no one to share his knowledge with, with no one to give him a hug when he desperately needed it. “I WANT TOOO! DON’T LEAVE MEEE!”

“Everyone can leave. They just need to want to.”

“Please…” He whispered desperately, placing his forehead on the barrier, trying to surpess the tears. He couldn’t stay here alone, Thomas needed him, didn’t he?! Why couldn’t he leave!?

“L-Logan….” He heard Virgil whisper before pointing behind him, urging the logical side to turn around, only to see a giant storm wrecking everything apart. The island, their hime for the last few months was falling apart… because Roman wasn’t there anymore. The island can’t exist without Roman… and he still couldn’t get out!

“PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME! I WANT TO LEAVE! LET ME LEAVE! DON’T GO WITHOUT ME; PLEASE! I NEED YOUUU!”

“Everyone can leave. They just need to want to.”

They were gone… he would never see them again. They were gone. He was gone. The storm was sucking the water up like it was soda in a paper-cup, soon there would be nothing left of the world Logan loved so much. It would be gone, he would never be able to return. He was alone. And he would die alone… would the others even remember him? How was he supposed to do this?!

“I….can’t leave…. because I don’t want to…. please…. don’t go… Don’t move on without me...”

[pinegreenapples]

Take Two Dramamine and Hope Gorlog’s Listening

Another installment in the Ranger’s Apprentice Modern AU! Specially dedicated to my awesome friend @snowyserendipity! @recon419.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Halt knew this day was coming. He knew it was and yet he still was praying that maybe it wouldn’t happen despite its inevitability.

The forest green sedan Halt had used for nearly a decade sat ominously in his driveway. It’s darkened windows seemed like soulless pits ready to consume him the second he entered. Each ding mark and dent seemed to mock him as if they knew he would be occupying the passenger’s seat this time.

Halt glared at it. He could do this, thousands of other parents did it, he could too. Besides, he had made a promise with Will. Halt could never resist Will’s irrepressible hope and optimism.

Halt took a sip of his coffee and looked back at the car again. Was it just him or did the fender suddenly look like a maniacal grin?

He grimaced and took a larger sip of coffee.

“Alright! I’m ready, let’s go!” Will blew down the stairs and hopped around for a moment as he finished pulling on his other boot. “C’mon Halt!” Will darted out the door and over to the car.

Halt took a deep breath, shrugged on his windbreaker, and prayed to Gorlog that he would survive this.

Outside Will was bouncing from foot to foot with impatience.

“Alright Will, I think to start you off easy I’ll back out of the driveway and then you’ll go around the neighborhood a few times. Does that sound good?”

Will nodded vigorously and leaped into the passenger seat. He stared at Halt with the most inane grin on his face. Halt felt the dread pool a little deeper.

Getting out of the driver’s seat and watching Will get into it felt like pulling teeth. Halt found himself repeating Will wants this over and over as he watched the boy adjust his mirrors and finally pull the gear into drive.

“Alright, now just take it slow.” Halt said, somewhat surprised as his voice remained level. Will nodded. “You don’t have to-”

The car lurched forward. Halt felt his whole press flush to the car seat. He gripped the armrests in a death grip. He felt his jaw tense up.

Will slammed down on the brakes. Halt was pushed forward and he became uniquely acquainted with the dashboard as it sat centimeters from his nose.

Halt closed his eyes and leaned back again. His stomach roiled. To his left, he could hear Will apologizing profusely. He took a deep breath.

“Perhaps a little slower this time, Will.” He stared out at the asphalt, he could do this he could.

Will ducked his head and pushed down on the gas pedal again. To Halt’s relief it was a much slower acceleration.

They kept at it for a solid half hour of lurching accelerations and sudden stops as they made their way through the neighborhood. Halt thought he was doing remarkably well, his stomach was only half protesting and his headache was a nuisance, but manageable. Granted, the nausea had grown but they were probably going to stop soon anyway.

However, the route they had been taking now ended in a T-intersection. Halt felt his heart rate ratchet slightly.

“Alright Will, luckily there’s no one at this intersection so we’re going to practice some turning. Since we want to get home fairly soon try a right turn.”

Will looked at him, his eyes wide. “Are you sure, Halt?”

“Yes Will. Go before I change my mind.”

“Okay.” Will nodded and looked down at the steering wheel. “I want to turn it to the right, right?”

“Yes. When turning regularly always move the wheel in the direction you’re turning.” Halt braced himself.

Will entered the turn. It was messy. He swerved too close, then overcorrected, and managed to hit the gas and brakes a thousand times during the 30 foot crossing to Florent Avenue.

Halt’s stomach rolled and flipped and then finally, gave in.

“Stop the car!” He barked. Will stomped on the brakes and Halt nearly lost it then and there. He fumbled with his door handle and then fell to all fours in the grass.

Halt threw up. Multiple times.

In between heaves, he noticed Will had come to stand next him, his face worried.

“Halt?”

“Call.” He dry heaved. “Crowley.” Halt bit out and threw up yet again.

Halt had just regained control of his stomach when Crowley sidled up in his pickup truck.

Will ran over to the him. They exchanged a brief conversation. Crowley glanced over at Halt, then at the sedan. He burst out into peals of laughter.

Halt imagined the numerous ways he could kill Crowley. He opened his mouth to shout a few choice expletives but thought better of it as he felt last week’s meals rise up his throat.

“Well, some pickle you’ve got yourself into, Halt!” Crowley smiled cheerfully at Halt.

The authorities would never know. Halt wouldn’t leave a trace, and then he’d finally be rid of this irritation.

“I need you to drive Will back home.” He grit out.

“And what about you?” Crowley cocked his head.

Halt grimaced, the post cookie toss shivers were always awful. “I’ll follow in a moment.”

Crowley snorted. “Alright then. If you’re not back at the cabin ten minutes after we get there I’m coming back and getting you.”

“You do that.”

Halt watched as Crowley herded a reluctant Will into his truck and drove off. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

So maybe he couldn’t do this.

It took a long moment, but Halt eventually made it to the sedan and then home. He had to pause a few times to let his headache abate but he was just glad he had made it out of the grass in the first place.

When he walked into the cabin, Crowley had his arm around a blubbering Will.

“An-and I-I didn’t mean to-”

“No of course not, Will. Halt was just being stubborn. You know how sick he gets on carousels, he should’ve asked me to help you learn to drive.” Crowley tried soothingly. Halt winced internally as Will sobbed harder.

“He-hic- di-did ‘c-cause hic I asked him hic tooo! It’s hic all my f-fault!” Will wailed.

“It’s not your fault, Will. Crowley’s right. I was just being stubborn, I know I can’t survive being a passenger in a car and I shouldn’t have pushed it.” Halt cut in. He sat in the seat across Will and took his hands.

“I don’t blame you for wanting to drive with me and I certainly don’t blame you for what happened, but I think what we’ve learned from today is that perhaps Crowley should be the one teaching you to drive.” He rubbed small circles into the back of Will’s hands.

Will nodded morosely. “‘M sorry, Halt.”

“It’s alright, you have nothing to be sorry for. Maybe we can even try again when you’re a little bit better and I have a full bottle of dramamine.”

Will sniffled. “Okay.”

“Alright. Now, if you don’t mind I’m going to take a nap.” Halt got up. “Crowley, thank you for coming, it was appreciated.”

“Oh anytime, Halt. What would my life be like without you turning green at every object that moves quicker than a turtle?” Crowley got up from the table as well and moved towards the door.

“Goodbye Crowley.” Halt bit out. Crowley just chuckled and disappeared out the door.

***

The next week, Crowley promised Will he’d drive with him. When the sedan limped back into Halt’s driveway, Halt noticed Crowley was a peculiar shade of white.

How odd, he thought in amusement, as Will bounded out of the car and Crowley-strangely- stayed put.

“Did you have a good time, Will?” Halt asked.

“Oh yeah! We practiced turning and now I can turn right pretty well but I need to work on my left hand turns. Crowley says I’m all over the intersection still.” Will bounced up and down.

“Well I’m glad you’re improving. Why don’t you go in and finish up your homework, I’m just going to talk to Crowley for a moment.”

Will nodded and ran up the steps.

Crowley finally emerged from the car.

“Well you two look like you had fun.” Halt remarked.

Crowley looked dead straight at Halt and the haunted look in his eyes told Halt that Gorlog clearly had not been listening today.

“He turns sixteen when?” Crowley sounded a little choked.

“February 19.”

“Gorlog’s horns and beard.” Crowley whispered hoarsely. “I’m not sure I’ll survive that long.”

Halt shrugged. “Perhaps Gilan would be willing to help out when he’s home.”

Crowley stared at Halt in dawning amazement. “Halt O’Carrick, you are one wily bastard.”

Halt stared unimpressed at Crowley.

“Crowley Meratyn, I’m sure I have no idea what you mean.”

Crowley just chuckled. “Of course you don’t.”