#kind of jumping on this trend of sorts

[thebananadiplomat]

Happy one year anniversary to the show that changed me forever (totally dont still bawl my eyes out every time i watch it)

I dont normally do this sort of thing but i just wanted to thank you guys here for supporting me and my art over the last year, i never expected the love and kindness i’ve received so its been a delightful shock. Anyway im sleepy and delusional, thank you, it really means a lot to me :,)

[fideidefenswhore]

i actually think it is just that AB fans are tastemakers in the tudor fandom...they watch whatever we watch. 

[barcaatthemoon]

say it back || lia walti x reader ||

you try a tiktok trend, and everything goes very wrong.

you were known as the tiktok influencer of arsenal. you spent hours making all sorts of tiktoks and little videos for the internet. you loved giving the people a little look into your life and some of the things you did at practice. of course, you were no stranger to the occasional trend, and unfortunately for lia, you found one that you really liked.

the first part of it was the most difficult. you needed to get to training on your own and set up a couple of little cameras for the footage. lia usually took you to training most days unless one of you were needed earlier. today was a normal day, so lia was suspicious whenever she noticed your car was not in your building's parking lot.

"good morning lia," you greeted her happily. lia smiled as you pulled her in for a kiss. a couple of your teammates were around, but it was nothing that any of them weren't already used to.

"good morning gorgeous. i was thinking that you could come stay with me tonight to make up for our lost time this morning?" lia suggested. you nodded, honestly wanting nothing more than to be around lia for a few days. you just hoped that by the time you were finished with this little tiktok thing, she'd still want you.

"i like the sound of that. now, if you don't mind, i need to fill my bottle before i go on the field," you told her.

"okay, i love you." lia pressed a quick kiss to your cheek as you left. you were glad that you weren't looking at lia when you walked away because you knew that she was frowning and pouting at you.

"hey wally, what's wrong?" beth asked. she wrapped her arm around lia's shoulders as lia stared sadly at you.

"it's probably nothing," lia mumbled.

unfortunately for lia, it wasn't just nothing. you continued to just brush past all of the little 'i love you's and compliments that lia gave you. it was hard not to jump into her arms and cry about how much you loved her, especially when she looked so genuinely hurt all day. still, you wanted to finish the video, and you knew that you'd make it up to her by showering her in all of the love you'd been holding in all day.

"oi, why are you being a dickhead?" katie asked as she grabbed you by the back of your neck. it was lunchtime and lia had immediately gone to sit with leah, beth, and alessia. you sat down at a table by yourself, unable to bring yourself over there. being around lia when she was sad felt unbearable to you.

"i'm not being a dickhead katie, piss off," you grumbled. that evidently wasn't the right thing to say as katie's hand hit the back of your head harder than she had ever hit you before. the smack echoed a little in the cafeteria, and despite drawing attention, nobody made a move to break up the two of you.

you and katie were close, but everybody knew that things tended to get heated between the two of you. this didn't look quite as bad as when you found out and katie and caitlin after consoling lia for an entire week, but it was obvious that neither one of you were in a good mood. there were eyes watching you, but aside from caitlin being prepared to step in for katie, nobody looked like they were going to interfere.

"oh yeah? is it some kind of weird foreplay making your girlfriend miserable all day? damn, i get why m-," katie was promptly cut off as you stood up and grabbed her collar.

"finish it mccabe. finish the sentence, please," you told her. katie, who was usually never someone to back down from a fight or challenge looked genuinely scared. several of your teammates came over to break it up, but none of them were lia. you didn't wait for anybody to come talk to you before you were storming out of the cafeteria towards the locker room to get your things.

you made it all of the way there without anybody disturbing you, but it was lia who stopped you on your way to the parking lot. kim and leah were in the hallway with her, but they kept their distance. you knew that leah was protective of your girlfriend, and that she was there in case you lost your cool like with katie, but kim was there for you. it wasn't like you to cause problems like this, not in the decades that kim had known you.

"training isn't over, you can't just leave," lia told you.

"i just want to get out of here, please let me go." lia's face fell at your tone. she shooed kim and leah away as she walked you into one of the empty offices to talk. "we're going to start from the beginning, and you are going to tell me what is going on with you today. why did you leave so early?"

"to get cameras for a tiktok," you told her. lia pinched the bridge of her nose as she sighed, immediately knowing where this was going. "it was for a trend where one partner doesn't say 'i love you' back."

"that's stupid," lia stated as she crossed her arms over her chest. "it explains a lot of your behavior today, but it's still stupid. now, what happened in the cafeteria? why didn't you come sit with me?"

"you kept saying it, and i couldn't say it back because of the video. then, i'd look at you and you looked sad, so i felt really bad and got down on myself. i didn't think i deserved to sit with anyone because i hadn't made it up to you yet, and then katie came over. she gets on my nerves sometimes, and it's worse when she's mad at me because she knows how to hurt me. i hurt you, so she took a low blow at me, and i lost it."

"give kim your keys and go wait in my car," lia told you. "now!"

you rushed to find your fellow scotswoman and handed over your keys. leah was glaring at you, but obviously didn't trust that you were calm enough not to get into it with her as well. you walked back towards the parking lot, now without your keys, but before you could get all the way out of the doors, lia stopped you.

"come here." lia opened her arms for you. immediately, you let yourself sink into her embrace. lia could definitely feel your tears on her shoulder as you started crying. "hey, i love you. you know that right? just because you did this stupid thing doesn't mean i don't love you any less."

"i love you too," you managed to get out through tears. lia pressed a couple of kisses to the side of your face before she gently pushed you through the doors. you knew that there would be absolute hell to pay whenever you came back to training later in the week, but you were just glad that lia wasn't actually mad at you for today. katie would probably have your ass the next time she saw you, but that wasn't anything you couldn't handle.

[9w1ft]

i declare

thinking about the tortured poets department the song, and the charlie puth line, and how maybe like, the act of declaring he should be a bigger artist helps place the song into the greater timeline.

because it’s a sort of weird thing to say in 2024 of an artist that’s no longer up and coming.

charlie puth got his start in youtube in the late 2000’s and released his debut single in february 2015. and leading up to that he had several EP’s and promotional singles. it made me curious, at what point might the people en masse start to pay him attention? i checked google trends and as you can see here he gets a huge jump between the 2014 and 2015 data.

(he then gets a further jump toward 2016 when he did a promo single featuring megan trainor, and then doing “see you again” with wiz khalifa. (coincidentally this song becomes one of the guest duets featured in the 1989 tour movie))

and i was looking around at articles from this time period, when i ran into this tasty morsel:

so i clicked on through

take a little ride with me

so to summarize, charlie puth had his breakout star peak over the course of roughly 2014-2016, during which he was up for an award at the 2015 MTV VMAs. he doesn’t win, and in fact, he loses out to taylor herself! later on in the article it talks about him going to an after party and hanging out with taylor selena and others. so it had me thinking, i could almost imagine taylor talking with her friends that year or that night, or even declaring to charlie himself in the wake of his loss and her win, in a giddy manner, at the party they are reported as having talked at, that he deserves more success than he gets. in this way i came to the conclusion that the timeframe of 2015-ish (rather than 2023) really fits the spirit of the lyric “we declared charlie puth should be a bigger artist”

and

yes.

yes fam.

the 2015 vmas was that vma’s.

that vmas.

let me pull quote an excerpt from the billboard article as i included above, just to emphasize:

4:40 PM: Charlie has the good fortune to walk the carpet in the wake of Taylor Swift’s gaggle of supermodel friends, including “Bad Blood” star Karlie Kloss, leading photographers to alternately yell “Charlie! Karlie! Charlie! Karlie!” as if it were a hectic version of Name Game. While on the carpet, Puth chats with multiple news outlets, and later he says of the dealing with the paparazzi, “It’s amazing that we view people in unnatural states and just love it. I don’t really understand it — it just makes me very uncomfortable. But, whatever. I’m so appreciative to be here.”

such a fun convergence of events, don’t ya think?

and just a few extra points i thought i’d add:

first, i don’t know how many of you remember how taylor was behaving that evening, but don’t you think she was giving major golden retriever energy??

both in how she was chasing after karlie that night,

and also… call me crazy but, her hairstyle??

(also she’s in a houndstooth print, har har)

and i can kind of envision this taylor, who brought the whole bad blood music video crew as her entourage, having more than several bars of chocolate at hand for everyone that night, but ending up eating them all herself 😆

and another thing that helps tie the song to this time period (maybe some of you have guessed?) the line “who else decodes you?” is extra apt because… *da da-da daaaaa*

🤗 karlie had just embarked on her coding journey!

on a more solemn note? i don’t think it requires too much of a stretch of the imagination to see “but you awaken with dread” “i chose this cyclone with you” among other lines pointing to the new layer of stress taylor probably was harboring around being with karlie in public. because this is all taking place in the year directly following kissgate 🥺

so there you have it folks! this is why the tortured poets department is a kaylor song to me 😌

[bitchesgetriches]

Bitches I need some advice.

I'm fat, okay? I'm not ashamed about it. It just... Is. I'm fat.

Being fat is also fucking me up. It's causing me sleep problems, it's fucking my joints, I can't walk as far as I used to, I haven't run in years.

I want to lose weight. Not for anyone else. For me. I want to be fit again.

I'm surrounded by people telling me I'm "not fat" and need to "love myself like I am". I'm 210lb and 5'3". Ya girl is fat. And I'm okay with that it's not a bad word. I love myself. But I also love the things I used to be able to do when I was fitter. It's just really fucking hard.

I've got zero support left and right. And I don't know what to do. I know this isn't your area of expertise, but you're such great internet mamas that maybe you can help.

My darling child, we are SO humbled that you came to us with this. And while this isn't an area of our OFFICIAL expertise... weight and athleticism is something that I, Piggy, personally think a lot about! So let me see if I can offer some support to you, my beloved fat child.

By way of background: I have never been fat. Heavier than I want currently, but not fat. So I don't completely understand what you're going through. I have always been an athlete of one sort or the other. But more than that, I have always had the privilege of being relatively skinny without trying. At peak fitness I was running and rock climbing and doing all the stretchy and weight-trainy stuff. I was 5'5" and 130 lbs of jacked Bitch.

I am also a proud Italian American woman, which means that after 30 genetics decreed that I start putting on weight and rounding out and coming into my full Zia-ness. I'm currently 155 lbs. and running/climbing/stretching/jumping about/weight training is getting harder and harder. And that's frustrating to me.

Fat is not a bad word, merely a descriptor. So I'mma use it just as you have! I'm proud that you are prioritizing your health and ability to do what you love over losing weight for the sake of just being smaller. Because let's be clear: weight and health do not necessarily go hand in hand. If your goal is to improve your sleep quality, energy levels, and joint pain, then you should focus on activities that will work directly on those issues. Maybe that'll lead to weight loss--maybe not!

A lot of the medical establishment is cruel to fat people, so I'd be cautious about approaching this with your doctor. But you SHOULD get medical guidance before embarking on any kind of physical change. If your doctor says "Well, just lose weight through diet and exercise!" then you might want to look for a new doctor. If they instead offer practical solutions for incremental improvement, then great.

One of my favorite athletes is The Mirnavator. She's a fat marathon runner and offers a lot of information on how to start walking more and running as a fat person. I think she'll be a good role model for you as she focuses a lot on energy and joint health.

Also, you should check out Aubrey Gordon's blog Your Fat Friend and her podcast with Michael Hobbes, Maintenance Phase. She's also got some great books out! She's a fat expert on weight loss and diet culture. And her insights into healthy nutrition and body image are amazing. Her data-based approach will help you avoid the extreme dieting and weight loss trends that can hurt your health. Plus she's funny as fuck.

Lastly I will just say that mental health is tied to physical health. You're bummed about not doing the things you use to be able to do... and that probably makes it a lot harder to change! Acknowledge any depression or anxiety you feel about being fat and give yourself compassion. Start small and do what feels good.

Now here are two VERY old articles I wrote when I knew less about fatness. I think they still have a little bit to offer, though:

Why You Probably Don't Need That Gym Membership

Run With Me if You Want to Save: How Exercising Will Save You Money 

Any fat members of Bitch Nation who want to weigh in? Uh... pun not intended.

[theinfernalcollective]

This is something I've had written for a while. Me being diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder. I am open about the diagnosis with close family, and finally my parents. At first I was very closed about it online.

Unfortunately I was diagnosed after it became a trend online with teenagers that have made a complete and total mockery of this disorder. I'm well aware I will get shit on for saying that teenagers on the internet fake having dissociative identity disorder, as well as other disorders. But its true and it happens all the time. Take a look at tiktok for example. TheWonderlandSystem, and tics n roses. Its prime content for teenagers faking DID. and its disgusting having to scroll through social media and see people making a complete mockery of a disorder. A disorder that has had such a large negative impact on my life, my friends and my relationship..

although DID is typically a more covert disorder unless your around people who have known you for years your not going to notice if someone with DID switches. I recently found out that my mum knew when I switched, which was a great shock to me. As I thought they barely noticed as I have distanced myself from then over the years. However other friends that aren't as close, and extended family? They won't know i have this disorder. They would never guess that I went through such traumas to have this disorder. When I first found out that councelors suspected I had DID I felt ashamed. Like I was some sort of freak, someone to be locked away and after researching and finding out the original name for DID was multiple personality disorder it only made it worse. I didn't want people to know me as the person with no actual identity. If I was born years earlier, I would have most likely be placed in an asylum.

The way DID has been portrayed online is not accurate to what it actually is. Online people act like when another part fronts its an entirely different person and that every part in the system is fully formed and communication is great. And truth is that's not how it is at all. Alot of teenagers on the internet and I think everyone knows what kind of teenager I'm talking about like to jump from disorder to disorder faking them for a trend. I know people back in school that faked having tourettes and Unfortunately I was dragged along into that. But I quickly left that group of friends because I knew it was wrong, and its where disorders like ADHD and tourettes started getting popular online. And I would watch them set up a camera and pretend to tic, stop the video and there would be nothing for the rest of the day. This was always in the middle of the day, in the middle of the school.

Another thing is you do not have DID if you weren't traumatized. It is a complex trauma based disorder. I get very heated over the TransDID people and endogenics. It absolutely sucks when you live with a disorder that you wish you didn't have because of how badly its affected your life becomes a mockery for the internet. Alot of people don't even understand what DID is because of the amount of misinformation that is spread around by edgy teenagers wanting to feel all special for faking something they don't have. Oh they have problems for sure but no. They do not have DID.

[icantspellthings]

I know it's just a haha silly joke, but I don't like it when people call Kirk a Himbo because, yeah, he is kind-hearted and attractive, but he isn't stupid, he was literally called a Stack of books on legs. What makes a himbo a himbo is that he's kind, sexy AND dumb, Kirk only fills 2/3 of the requirements. I don't like this trend of watering down memes and words down until they don't even have any real meaning anymore.

It also just feels like a continuation of the pop culture mischaracterisation of his persona of being this dumb jock who jumps in head first without thinking. And it also goes along with this trend of trying to force complex characters into these pre-established archetypes/roles that don't even fit them so we can sort them into cute little boxes and make repetitive and quite frankly unfunny memes about them

[opertabry]

wrong number smau ➝ q&a (half written)

synopsis ➝ peer pressured by your group members, you ask a fellow idol for her number. but when you texted her that night, you realised that she wasn’t the person you were texting. what you didn’t know was that she gave karina’s, aepsa’s hotshot visual and leader, number to you.

chapter 21 ➝ q&a

“i gotta go and get my makeup redone, i’ll be right back to watch you, okay?” karina whispers into your ear, making you jump slightly.

“wait what? aren’t we answering the questions together?”

“nope, it was a last minute thing. making us go solo you cool with that?” you nod slowly while furrowing your eyebrows as you felt her nudge you towards the chair that was set up in the middle of a completely white set. you sighed before shuffling over to the chair and gently plopping yourself down. you glanced over to karina, who threw you finger guns before moonwalking into the makeup room.

you smiled, shaking your head. what a loser.

you played with your fingers nervously as you watched the interviewer sit herself down across from you.

“y/n, don’t be nervous, it’s just fan questions. we’ll be starting in five minutes. get yourself ready.” you never got used to the sound of the directors voice, it scared you because it was so loud - even if you knew it was coming. five minutes flew by, mainly because you were zoning out, but that did not feel like five minutes to you.

“okay, y/n, you ready?,” you nodded in the general direction of his voice, “and.. ACTION!”

interview starts;

[i: interviewer]

[y: y/n]

i: hello y/n

y: hi!

i: could you introduce yourself?

y: oh yes, sorry. [turns to camera, waving] hello, everyone! i’m kim y/n from lesserafim!

i: we have a series of questions from fans that they want us to ask you.

y: that’s exciting, i love answering fan questions.

i: so y/n, contrary to popular belief, i’m sure you’re not entirely fearless, right?

y: yes, not many people know this, [laughs] but i do have some fears but i’m working on them. so FEARNOTs, wait for me okay?

i: this is our first question from fimmiesupporters in atlanta; could you tell us some of your fears?

y: oh! atlanta, i’ve been there before, great place. um, are you sure i’m allowed to say anything i want?

i: slice of life is all about transparency, so yes.

y: uh well, im really scared of alcohol, spiders and people. i got that from zuha actually.

i: ah kazuha! ive seen that clip, it was with sakura right? but alcohol? why?

y: yeah it was with kkura unnie. but that girl, zuha. [shakes head] i really want to look into her mind and see what’s in there. and i guess i’m scared of it because i’ve seen how bad it could get.

i: bad? how so?

y: when it becomes an addiction, and how it could really change a person. i’ve had someone i love lose themself to alcohol addiction. so it hits a little too close to home.

i: so, you probably don’t drink, right?

y: yeah, i cant bring myself to drink. i was actually supposed to go on youngji’s nothing prepared show, but i said i couldn’t.

i: so it’s just that you don’t like to drink? what about other people?

y: sort of? i mean, i don’t like to drink, we established that. and well, it’s not like i’m going to look down on people who drink. i mean, kkura unnie and chaewon drink quite a bit to relieve some stress too. i think i’ve already kind of warmed up to the idea of being around people who are drinking, but it’s just to the point where you are drunk and aren’t aware of what you’re saying or doing, that’s where i get uncomfortable.

i: so you’ve never drank alcohol before?

y: [shakes head] no i have, like once. when i turned 20. just a little sip though.

i: ah of course, you always have to try when you turn of age. so what do you think of the arising drinking shows that have recently become popular and trending?

y: it’s good entertainment, so i don’t really see a problem with it. but i, personally, won’t watch it.

i: so you haven’t seen chaewon’s or karina’s nothing prepared episodes?

y: no, i haven’t.

i: ah, i see. okay, next question! fearkkura from taiwan asks; i heard you’re a big twice fan, who’s your bias?

you opened your mouth to answer, but your eyes flickered to the figure standing by the door. karina. how long had she been standing there? and you felt yourself going into auto-pilot after that, you couldn’t focus properly when you could feel karina’s stare burning into your side.

woaaah y/n lore???

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[musings-of-a-rose]

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I thought I knew what love was, but then I met him.

The Meaning of Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word Count: 1026

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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Life comes with expectations. Everyone told me to go to college, get a degree, find a nice man, get married, start a family, grow old together. I intended to do just that, sort of floating through life, not unhappy but not entirely happy either. Like I hadn’t found the exact fit. 

Then I met Jeremy and my life became brighter. We met my senior year of college, literally bumping into each other in the bookstore on campus. He’d spilled coffee all down my front and I laughed, as I’d had to change my shirt earlier that day for doing the exact same thing to myself. He was studying business, his days spent mostly in the library with his nose buried in books or online, trying to keep up with the latest business trends. I was majoring in elementary education with a minor in creative writing, so I definitely spent my fair share in the library too. 

Wherever we went, we had a good time. Jeremy was respectful and kind to me, always making sure I ate, knowing that often I’d forget to. We were together about 6 months before confessing our love for one another, and at a year, he asked me to move in with him. We were well on our way to finishing the typical expectations. Everyone kept asking me if he’d popped the question or when he was going to put a ring on it. We talked about marriage and it was something we were both interested in. It was the normal flow of life.

What no one expected was for me to suddenly gain powers, become what people call an inhuman. 

It happened randomly one day. I was out for a run when suddenly, I tripped. But instead of slamming my palms into the ground, it cracked beneath me, ripples of concrete fanning out from where my palms hovered above the ground. I scrambled back and landed on my ass, scooting backwards from the partially sunken sidewalk. My breath shaking, I look at my hands - not a mark on them. It was probably nothing. A coincidence. But what else could do this?

I called Jeremy as I walked home quickly, asking him what could have caused the sidewalk to crack like that. Of course he was quick to tell me to sue the county, that the sidewalk was dangerous and could’ve seriously injured me. That was just the way he was.

I got home and took a shower, letting the hot water cascade over my shoulders, willing them to relax as I looked down at my palms again. I was so focused on what I was doing, I didn’t hear Jeremy come in. When he touched my shoulder I jumped, my hands coming up to shield myself. But then Jeremy flew back against the door, his back nearly leaving an imprint in the shape of him. 

“I’m so sorry!” I started to cry, looking down at my palms and back at Jeremy. “I don’t know what’s happening to me!”

“Y-you did this?” He choked out, staring at me.

I nod. “I thought the sidewalk was random but this? I don’t…I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

He started to stand up and I took a step towards him, but he threw his hands up, fear flooding his eyes.

“Stay back!”

I stopped. “Jeremy? What..what do you mean?”

His hand scrambles for the door handle, hand scraping against the wood. “Don’t come any closer!”

“Jer..it’s me. I just..I don’t know what’s happening. I need help.” I take another step but he finds the handle and turns it, running out the door but not before he looks at me, fear and anger in his gaze.

“Get away from me, you freak!”

—----

That was 10 years ago. I never saw Jeremy again after that night and I rarely dated, never trusting anyone fully. If Jeremy could be so in love with me and leave me in an instant, how could I ever trust again?

I never went into teaching. No one wanted an inhuman teaching their kids. I did discover more about myself, what it meant to be an inhuman. Someone with powers. But I never trusted anyone. 

Then Clint Barton found me, alone and living in my car. He offered me his hand and told me to come with him, that I would be more than welcome at the Avenger compound. Unfortunately, people there still walked on eggshells around me, never sure if I’d “go off”. Then one day, a firm knock raps on my door and I answer it, breath catching in my throat at the most beautiful, troubled man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Bucky Barnes, aka The Winter Soldier.

He looked like he was bracing for the worst, for my eyes to go wide and to retreat back into my room. But it was very much the opposite, my curious eyes tracing down his metal arm and landing on the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.

“Clint told me you needed training?”

“Oh. Uh I guess so?”

“Come on.”

Bucky trained me how to control my powers, using the skills he learned since getting rid of the brainwashing Hydra had put there. He taught me how to use my powers for my own self, using them to protect others. But he also taught me that in my solace, in others fear of me, fear of myself, of my own power, that I was not alone. He had been through the same thing and was still battling it himself. We eventually found ourselves pressed together, my legs and heart opening to accept him, all of him, as he whispered praises and love in my ear, our bodies melting together.

I thought I knew what love was, but then I met him. Bucky was the missing piece of my life that I had been waiting for. He sees me, loves me for me, isn’t afraid of me. And all of that love and adoration is reflected back at him through my eyes. I can’t imagine my life without him and I know I’ll follow him past the end of the line. 

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[wysteria-clad]

'Have your boyfriend cover what ruins your face' trend/challenge with moon boys

paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship

genre: tiny bits of angst if you look at this fic under a microscope, but fluff

warnings: subtle undertones of reader being insecure

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- Are you kidding him? You are fucking gorgeous. Steven would never-

He gets confused for a second before he realises the meaning of this trend. He thinks this shouldn't be even a thing.

His gaze is soft when he looks at you with worry evident in his eyes, and takes your face in his hand and kisses on your face—all parts of your face.

You shake your head with a light laugh and say it's just a trend— more like convincing yourself, but you are like two seconds away from tearing up to be honest, his touch is tender and his eyes has nothing but love for you.

- Marc straight up says 'no.' Well, that's what he usually does, then reluctantly takes part in it for you, as the sweetheart is.

But this time, he'd rather jump off a cliff than 'cover what ruins your face.' He hates this stupid trend. You are beautiful inside and out.

He questions himself if he made you feel insecure internally, and gets ready to take the blame even though he didn't do anything of that sort. Before he could spiral into it, you still his thoughts by cupping his face gently.

Of course, you know him. His eyes softens as he leans into your touch. You assure him it's just a stupid trend and you won't try these kind of trends again.

- Jake is always down to take part in your little trends and prank videos, but this? No way. "What'd you mean cover what ruins you face?"

His princesa is perfect.

He makes you meet your eyes, "Eres hermosa, princesa". Usually there is a flirty tone, but this time his voice is serious, yet soft. He says it like it's a promise that you are perfect and nothing 'ruins' your face.

- Your boys would never make you feel insecure and less worthy, even for a silly trend or a prank, never. They always treat you like their Princess and their Goddess you are.

- They love you for who you are, especially with your little imperfections as you like to call them. It makes you only real and unique. They love all parts of you.

- You melt at how much they adore and love you just the way you are.

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[bogleech]

Dearest Bog,

First off, thank you! You've been my main source of biology and horror articles for years, along with having a super unique art style and aesthetic sense that I really like :)

Gushing-aside, I've noticed a trend these last few years of less emphasis on the whole months-long halloween thing. Not that you don't have enough contributions under your belt already, but i was just curious how you prioritize this stuff, how much you value the planning stages before jumping into new projects, if at all, and the direction you might want to take your site in the future, if you're able to answer that.

Apologies if this has already been explained in detail, been a follower of yours for years, but not exactly the most consistent one ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Maybe it's the ADHD, but basically my mind is a non-stop hurricane of things I'd like to do or create, all the time, to the point that there's not enough time in even a whole human lifespan to give all of them the attention I'd want. Sharing the silly things that inspire me is really fun and I have a constant urge to do it, but my usual level of Halloween updating is as much work as a full time job; even a short little article on some goofy things I saw in a store can take me hours and I can't even rightfully justify why. Maybe I write them too carefully, worrying about the perfect flawless cadence and making it as interesting as possible for such a niche and frivolous topic? So to make those things I end up actually sacrificing as much time as a job without even the benefits of a job, and it kind of pains me to think about what else I might have accomplished if, over the years, I'd instead managed to put even 1/3 that time towards other stuff. Mortasheen is pretty big, and I actually am spending more time on it this Halloween season than on my website, though it's still slow going and with it being October 26 right now, I've already failed my goal of a Halloween release :/ ...a Halloween II release, though, is looking incredibly likely, because the amount of work left to do on it is significantly less than the amount of work I did in just the past month and a half. But @revretch got me Godot and a bunch of resources for learning game making, so I'm going to start on that soon. I'm also getting the hang of making videos more comfortably, and streaming, and other things that engage people more directly. When I've gotten more done with the Mortasheen book I'll be able to devote more to my webcomic, too, which I still care about as much as ever. I guess unfortunately my answer to how I prioritize things is just "some sort of way, I think, maybe???"

[super-cosmic-library]

Part 2 of this post 

Now on ao3!

Dustin was up to something, that much Steve could tell. He just didn’t know what. 

However, whatever that plan entailed meant that Eddie was around all the time now. In fact, there were few days now that Steve didn’t see him for at least a few minutes. And he wasn’t complaining.

Well, he kind of was, but only internally. And only because he was beginning to understand the appeal of the whole “vampire boyfriend” trope. Or maybe it was just Eddie.

Because despite being technically as old as his parents, Eddie was hot. Downright delectable. And Steve knew it was probably weird to be into someone older than the internet when he was freshly out of high school, but Eddie acted like a high schooler.

(And yes, he understood that teenage girls all the time were attracted to grown-ass celebrities, but those people were unattainable. Or at least should be unattainable. Looking at you, Leonardo DiCaprio.)

Besides, maybe vampires did age, just really, really slowly. Both mentally and physically. Eddie wasn’t connected to the larger vampire community, so had no proof to the contrary. And he had already proven that most vampire cliches were false. So maybe he really was just 20 years old, despite having been born in the ‘60s.

Steve felt light-headed from all the hoops he was jumping through to try to justify his attraction. 

And it wasn’t that he was opposed to people dating people with large age gaps. He had just never been interested in doing so. He wasn’t Billy Hargrove, who had basically acted as a sugar baby to all of Hawkins’ wealthy older Republican women. (From the way the bastard had talked about sex workers, Steve was sure that anyone who called him a sugar baby would become well acquainted with his fist. For the life of him, he didn’t understand what people saw in him after he opened his mouth.)

Also, the release of “All Too Well (10 Minute Version) [Taylor’s Version]” had rekindled the long-running conversation of how predatory large age gap relationships with freshly legal teenagers were. And Steve did not want to be a statistic.

But there was just something about Eddie that made these cautious thoughts turn to background noise. There was just something about him. He carried himself with a sort of confidence, like he didn’t care if he died (which he probably couldn’t). And he was constantly joking around with the kids. Hell, he never took himself too seriously, unlike most of the people Steve’s age, who were constantly trying to prove that they were adults. Maybe that was because he didn’t take himself seriously. Or maybe it was the vampire thing.

And Steve had expected to be grossed out by the whole “drinking blood” thing. He was whenever the kids talked about the vampires in their vampire stories doing it. But he didn’t find it repulsive. If anything, the red that tinged Eddie’s lips and teeth after he drank one of his human juice pouches awakened something in Steve. Something he didn’t really feel comfortable confronting just yet.

And it’s not like Steve was worried Eddie was straight. The black hanky he insisted on keeping in his back pocket was as glaring of an indicator as a rainbow Apple Watch band or an iced lavender oat milk latte in the middle of winter. However, Steve didn’t know if people still met up in parks like that. He thought most hookups happened over Grindr. Maybe at this point, it was just a fashion thing. Like how the vampires from What We Do in the Shadows still wore clothes from the time periods they died in. 

It was a good thing that fashion trends had cycled back to ‘80s styles. Otherwise, Eddie would stick out like a sore thumb in his long hair and battle vest. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that pretty much anyone who had turned into a vampire in the last hundred years had lucked out these days due to all the influences modern fashion took from the previous decades.

Unless they stayed put as Eddie had, did other vampires hold onto their wardrobes from their living years? Or had the clothes become a burden to carry around when moving from town to town in hopes of avoiding suspicion? And how many other vampires existed that were hiding in plain sight? Because there had to be others, otherwise, how had Eddie turned into one?

All of these questions made Steve’s brain hurt, which, honestly, made sense. Steve had gotten used to not having to use his brain much since graduating high school. He was perfectly content to be his friend group’s himbo, even if most of the people in his friend group were much younger than him. 

What would it be like to be a vampire’s trophy husband?

What would it be like to be a vampire’s personal blood bank?

Steve nearly swerved into the other lane when the thought of Eddie’s strong arm wrapping around his shoulders, teeth sinking into his neck, tough lapping at his skin assaulted him.

“Steve, pay attention to the road!” Dustin shouted from the passenger seat. “I don’t want to die at fifteen.”

“Awe, is Dusty-Buns scared of a little game of chicken?” Max jokingly sneered from the backseat. Or at least Steve hoped she was joking. Sometimes he couldn’t tell if the suicide jokes she made were serious or if it was just a by-product of being born Gen Z.

“I told you, it’s Dusty-Bun. Not buns,” Dustin huffed. “My buns aren’t dusty.”

“That’s not what Suzie said.”

Dustin let out an ear-splitting pterodactyl screech. “Suzie did not say that! She hasn’t even seen my buns.”

“Oh, right. I forgot you were a total virgin.”

“So are you!”

“Enough!” Steve snapped. “You two are, like, twelve. You should both be virgins, so stop shaming each other.”

“I’m not twelve!” Max protested.

“I literally just said I was fifteen! Were you even listening? You came to my birthday party.”

“Whatever,” Steve said, exasperated by his two favorite children. “You still shouldn’t shame people for their sex lives or lack thereof. It’s not cool. Now, can you stop shouting? We’re almost there.”

“Yes, Steve,” El responded. 

He nearly jumped out of his skin. He had forgotten she was sitting in the backseat with Max. He regained his composure. “Right, thank you. See, this is why El is my favorite one of you.”

The other two teens squawked in protest, but at least this time they had the sense to not start a never-ending argument. Besides, Steve often called whoever was acting the best his favorite. Even Robin, even though she wasn’t one of the kids. He wouldn’t be surprised if one day soon he called Eddie his favorite kid.

Oh. That actually might be incredibly embarrassing. Mental note: do not call the guy you have a crush on your “favorite kid.”

They pulled up to the library. Dustin had been begging Steve to drive him there so he could do more research on vampires. Max and El had tagged along because they had a stack of finished books they needed to replenish and they had some Vampire Academy books on hold. 

When the news of Eddie’s unalive status reached El and Max, they gave two wildly different reactions. El, ever wide-eyed and curious, had approached the situation in a similar, albeit calmer, way than the boys had. She asked questions, paused for answers, and actually showed some empathy when Eddie had told her about the more challenging aspects of never aging (i.e. having to hide from his friends who might question why he still looked like he did when they were all in high school).  Max, on the other hand, didn’t seem to give a shit. Though that was just Max.

“Are you going to try to suck our blood or turn us into your brainless, undead army?” Max had asked Eddie when she first found out.

Eddie had blinked back at her. “Uh, no.”

“Then I don’t care.” She had stuck her earbud back in her ear, and that had been that.

As soon as he put the car in park, the kids scrambled to unbuckle and fling themselves out the doors. He watched through the windshield as they barreled through the library doors, nearly knocking over an elderly couple in the process.

He had no need to go into the library. Reading had never been a strength of his. The letters had a habit of swimming around the page, incapable of staying still for just one moment. Kind of like the kids. 

Robin had once suggested that he might have dyslexia, but he had brushed her off. He would have known if he had a learning disability, right? His parents would have gotten him tested. 

No, he just sucked at reading. That was all. He wasn’t missing much, anyway. Books were boring.

A rapt at the window startled him out of his thoughts, nearly getting a heart attack in the process. Steve turned his head to find Eddie standing outside the passenger’s side door, grinning mischievously at him. 

He rolled down the window.

“You contemplating going inside, or what?” Eddie asked.

“Waiting on Dustin, Max, and El to get their books.”

“Mind if I join you.”

Steve reached over the console to open the passenger door for him.

“Thanks,” Eddie said, sliding into the seat and resting a genuinely impressive stack of mass market paperbacks in his lap. “Dustin still on his vampire research kick?”

Steve nodded. “I swear, that kid won’t quit until he’s gotten his hands on every vampire-related book in the county library system.”

“I don’t know what he’s expecting to find,” Eddie said, reorganizing his stack of books. “I told him everything I know about it. Besides, I’ve already gone through all of those books. It’s like the kid doesn’t trust me.”

“He just thinks too highly of himself. He’s smart, but that doesn’t mean the rest of us are complete idiots.” Steve watched as Eddie reorganized his stack again. “Whatcha got there?”

“Oh, just some returns.”

“How long did it take you to finish all those?” In high school, Steve could hardly finish two books of assigned reading over the summer months. It would probably take him a whole year to get through most of Eddie’s stack.

“Checked them out three weeks ago, so,” Eddie did the math in his head. “About three weeks.”

“Damn.”

“Eh, some of them I’ve already read, so I mostly just skimmed those ones.”

“Still.”

“You’ve got any plans after you and the little hellions are done here?” Eddie asked, brushing off the impressed look Steve was sure he was giving him.

“Was probably going to stop by the movie theater to bother Robin at work. Then go home and scroll around on my phone for a few hours. Why?”

Adrenaline had begun coursing through his veins. If this was what he thought it was, then he was about to get a date with Eddie Fucking Munson. He needed to keep his expression calm. Nonchalant. Like he wasn’t going to spontaneously combust due to the sheer joy of somehow catching Eddie’s eye.

“Yeesh, that sounds dull.” “Yeah, I guess it is. You’ve got any better ideas of what I could be doing?” Good job, Harrington. Show him you’re interested, but don’t make it too easy.

“Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to go play laser tag. Me and Chrissy and the Corroded Coffin boys were going to go play tonight, but we needed an even amount of players.”

Steve deflated a little at that. It was not quite what he had wanted. He had wanted a nice night in with Eddie. Maybe order in some pizza and completely ignore whatever movie they put on the TV. But, it wasn’t nothing. 

Besides, Steve liked laser tag. Even more, he liked the idea of getting to see Eddie all flushed from running around. He knew Eddie was a competitive little shit. He had seen him and the kids play Mario Kart together. 

It had been his first time playing the game. Apparently, he and Wayne had never gotten any of the gaming consoles that had come out in the past couple decades. Wayne was more of a sports/billiards guy, while Eddie preferred table top games. It had taken a good hour to teach Eddie how to play Mario Kart on the PS5 at Steve’s house. (His parents had gotten it for him for Christmas, despite him never showing an interest in video games past Wii Sports in middle school; but he kept it around for when the kids came over.) However, Steve chalked that up to the fact that Mike, Lucas, and Dustin kept yelling over each other as they tried to explain the controls to him. 

But once he got the hang of it, he was an absolute demon. He threw red shells like there was no tomorrow. He had even managed to push all of the other boys’ characters off the tracks in Rainbow Row to slow them down. When Lucas had managed to beat him one time during his five race long winning streak, Steve swore Eddie was going to throw the controller at the TV.

He hadn’t. Once he seemed to realize how upset his loss had made him, he had closed his eyes, and took a few deep breathes. As soon as he had calmed himself down, he had congratulated Lucas on his victory, passed his controller off to Will, and joined Steve on the couch to watch the younger boys play.

So, yes, without a doubt Eddie was competitive. But not the type that cornered you in the locker room after you beat them at what was supposed to be a friendly game of basket ball. No, he was the type that you wanted to keep playing with, even after he lost. 

“That sounds like fun,” Steve smiled at Eddie. “What time are you guys playing?”

Eddie grinned back at him. “We were planning on meeting up at the place at 8, but I can pick you up at 7:30 and we can go together.”

It wasn’t technically a date, but if Eddie wanted to drive him there when he knew perfectly well that Steve could drive himself (he was sitting in his car, after all), then that had to mean he was interested in him. At least, that’s what Steve had always done when he offered his crushes rides to group hang outs.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

If Steve had any doubts about Eddie returning his affection, they were silenced by how bright his eyes glowed. They were practically golden.

“Great, I’ll see you then.” And with that, Eddie ducked back out of the car.

Steve watched as he practically skipped to the library entrance. Right before he walked through the double doors, he looked back over his shoulder at Steve and waved his finger. Steve gave a small wave back to him, causing the other man to beam. 

As Eddie disappeared, Steve realized that he would be spending the rest of the day staring at the clock in anticipation of tonight, and honestly, he was okay with it. Because with every minute that passed by was a minute closer to spending time with Eddie.

Oh, he was going to be blowing up Robin’s phone for the next twelve hours. He typed out an apology text to his best friend as well as a quick recap of what just happened. As soon as he hit send, his eyes wandered to the time up in the corner of his screen.

2:18 p.m. 

This was going to be a long five hours. 

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[kuroneko1815]

Imperial Domesticity

A short glimpse into the Imperial family from the point of view of a foreign diplomat.

Peter grasped his throat as soon as the Emperor of Eorka released him. Flinching from the murder in the man’s eyes and his threats of war. His Chief Aide and right hand man coughed, dispelling the moment and he whispered something to the Emperor, though he only caught on to the word Empress before the fire died in his eyes and the room returned to it’s usual state. The rest of his fellow diplomats all breathed a sigh of relief and Peter stamped down the curiosity burning in him for the sake of self preservation.

The Emperor dismissed them and stormed off, the Chief Aide had already left to go somewhere else while he and his fellow delegation lingered around awkwardly, dread in each of them as they thought of the impending war.

They whispered quietly amongst themselves but one of the Aides approached them with a pacifying smile.

“Don’t worry about the Emperor’s threats.” He said. “It won’t come to war.”

He seemed awfully confident and he stared at the man with a certain sort of hopeless gratefulness at the way he was trying to make them feel better.

“No, really.” He motioned to where the Emperor had walked through. “The Empress won’t allow it.”

The Empress, the beautiful former commoner turned adopted daughter of the highest noble family, turned Empress. She had a reputation in her earlier years of being a ‘mad dog’ but he found it unfair and chalked it up to the jealousy of the noble women who, to be kind, were by a majority, quite plain in comparison to the Empress. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was eloquent, well mannered, sharp tongued but also kind and a loving mother at that.

To think that such a woman was married to the Barbarian Emperor, a man so cruel that he gave no thought or care for the lives of others. He feared for the Empress should she pique her violent and brutish husband’s anger, feared that such a beautiful and brilliant woman would be struck down in a moment of madness.

“Lord Porter would have no doubt taken care of things by now.” He motioned for them to follow him as though he had seen the thoughts on his face. “The first phase, distraction.” He motioned to where the three young Imperial Princesses had suddenly ambushed their father.

Terror gripped him as he thought of the three adorable little girls lying in a pool of blood, except the Emperor didn’t strike them down. Instead he laughed, his anger instantly disappearing at the sight of his daughters. They jumped on his back, the baby who had just turned two, jumped on his cape and began to climb up with surprising alacrity and agility. The three showed no fear as they ordered their father around.

“Hurry Servant Emperor!” Crown Princess Judith yelled out happily.

“Servant! S’vant!” The two younger princesses called out after their elder sister.

The Emperor sighed loudly. “Call me Papa.”

“Servant! Forward to Mama!” The Crown Princess ordered imperiously.

Surprisingly, the Emperor followed through. The Crown Princess sitting on his shoulder while he had the two younger princesses tucked into an arm.

“The Princesses were no doubt unleashed by Lord Porter to quell their father’s anger and to give him time to brief the Empress.”

And just as he had said that, the Empress came in, resplendent in her gilded red and gold dress and draped in the Emperor’s colours. She walked with a grace that few women could achieve.

The three princesses immediately left their father to run to their mother’s arms. The swell of her womb noticeable even from the distance that they observed. Another Princess, no doubt, following the trend. There were so many whispers about her inability to produce a proper heir, and one of them had been delivered by the Princess of Nausica, Peter’s home land. The Princess in question held an infatuation towards the Emperor and believed herself to be better than the Empress, had derided the fact that she couldn’t make a son and had loudly proclaimed herself capable of such a feat. Which led to their current predicament after the Princess’ words had reached the Emperor’s ears just as a letter from her about a most scandalous proposition had arrived.

Peter watched as the Emperor strode forward, arms raised to join in the hug when the Empress turned towards him and dismissed the children. The Princesses ran with delighted laughter into the maze followed by a handful of nannies and guards. He watched as the Empress raised her hand and struck the Emperor, repeatedly.

The Emperor yelped and made to shield himself, apologizing.

From a far, he could hear the words ‘war’ and ‘nonsense’ and at the end there was even a proclamation from the Empress that had the Emperor practically grovelling. “If you continue on with this war, you can be sure that I’ll be locking my door and making you stay in a separate room for the foreseeable future.”

“Fine, fine. No war.” The Emperor said and the Empress stopped the onslaught of slaps to his shoulder.

The Emperor leaned in close and he whispered something to her as he embraced her.

The Aide motioned for them to follow him away from the window they’ve been watching from and back into the audience hall. “As you can see, the Empress has it well in hand. Lord Porter had called her because even he admitted that it wasn’t a fair thing to have war for slander. If he thought it just cause, he wouldn’t have sent for the Empress.” The Aide told them kindly. “Even the Empress who disdained war for the toll it takes on our people, would understand and listen to her husband’s rationale. Especially if Lord Porter himself sided with the Emperor on this.”

It seemed that though the Emperor was the most powerful man in Eorka, his wife was the one that had the final say on this.

There had been rumours that it had been a love match and others that it had been purely politics to win the Eckart backing at first while the second prince had lived, and then for their support in rebuilding the Capital after the Leila’s attack. But it didn’t seem to be the case.

The door slammed open and the Emperor walked in, the Empress at his side as he guided her gently to their thrones. His eyes soft as he looked at her and her smile warm as she held his hand.

“The Empress in all her wisdom, has managed to convince me against pursuing war.” If Peter hadn’t seen the earlier display, he would’ve thought that the glorious woman before him had used her words to persuade him. “Instead, until the King of Nausica properly punishes Princess Bianchi, and she issues a proper apology towards my wife, we will be imposing economic sanctions.”

That… that was a step up from war but even he had to wince at the thought of what economic sanctions meant but… but he would take it.

This would not leave my mind. I wanted to write a short story about how outsiders viewed the Imperial family and I’m not quite sure if I’ve captured what I wanted from this and might flesh this out more in the future.

[stars-tonight]

HEYYYY!! was wondering who you might match me with 🫢 no rush to get it back to me, i just hope you have fun with it :))

sooo i’ll be a lil selfish n ask for a long matchup bc i’m curious on ur thought process abt it! (i don’t understand how ppl do matchups my brain can’t make connections like that!! i’m usually just like “oh u like this character ok so ur perfect for them obvi” LOL)

i’d want to see who you think i’d be in a romance sitch with 🤭

i go by she/they (on spectrum kind of around demigirl but honestly i don’t even really pay mind to my gender anymore, i just like to think i’m me and that’s good enough for me!) and i’m fine with being paired up with whoever

i think my ideal partner is someone open minded, with a sense of humor (brainrot lowk), and with at least some sort of passion in their life. i also loveee music so i’d hope they’ve got some sort of developed music taste

i’m optimistic and altruistic, a little (a lot) unserious, creative, nerdy (i pull out that “did you know 🤓☝️” trivia abt the randomest things a lot), and pretty talkative!

i kind of dabble in everything but i especially like baking, watching movies, playing piano, graphic design, and scrapbooking. i’m like an old lady, i know.

i am pretty sure my love languages are quality time and physical touch for receiving but for giving it’s words of affirmation and probably still quality time

hmm my ideal date would probably be exploring a city or a festival or a main street of some kind. like checking out every stall or small shop (supporting small businesses and trying out foods? yes pls)

and some other tidbits about me are that i love nature (especially aquatic things), i sleep a lot so i’m usually up real late at night, and i love public transportation bc i hate driving!!

that’s it! have funnn and have a nice day lovely! <3

headcanons

🥛 when i saw you wrote "brainrot" i immediately thought of bokuto

🥛 he's definitely chronically online and knows all the memes and tiktok trends

🥛 bokuto is so passionate about volleyball, he absolutely adores the sport

🥛 i'm sure he'd adore his partner just as much! he goes all in with everything he does and would put 100% into a relationship

🥛 he probably listens to kpop lol

🥛 definitely blasts hype music on bus rides to games, much to the annoyance of his coaches and teammates

🥛 he always complains about akaashi's music taste because akaashi is 100% a classical guy

🥛 but he'd love to listen to music with you, especially if it's upbeat

🥛 if you share with him a sad song he'd probably cry at the lyrics (and he's definitely an ugly crier)

🥛 personality-wise, you and bokuto are pretty similar (except he's not that creative and probably the least nerdy person out there)

🥛 but every time you blurt out a random fact he just gapes like :0

🥛 and then yells "that's so cool!" or something like that

🥛 you two would be such a fun, chaotic couple

🥛 it's like akaashi now has a second kid to take care of

🥛 bokuto definitely aspires to bake with you but would end up spilling the flour everywhere and turning your whole kitchen white

🥛 and he'd be absolutely fascinated when you play piano cause he doesn't have a musical bone in his body

🥛 bokuto's giving love language is totally physical touch

🥛 man is unashamed of pda and will give you bear hugs any chance he gets

🥛 if you ever deny him of a hug he'll pout and go into emo mode until you come around

🥛 and his receiving love language is 100% words of affirmation

🥛 one word of praise from you and he's jumping up and down in excitement

🥛 bokuto's like a puppy in the fact that he always wants to be around you, even if he's not interested in what you're doing

🥛 you could go to a museum (you can't tell me bokuto won't be bored af in there) and he'd follow you around just because he likes seeing you happy and he wants to spend time with you

🥛 bokuto is high energy all the time and would totally fit a festival date

🥛 would drag you around to all the food stalls and insist on feeding you bites of everything

🥛 bokuto doesn't seem like a morning person but he's also not a late nights person (he needs his eight hours what can i say)

🥛 but he'll be unable to sleep if you're not in bed with him

🥛 will sit on the bed, wrapped in blankets, and just stare and pout at you until you go join him

🥛 i doubt bokuto can drive (safely) so you'd definitely take the train or a bus to get everywhere

runner up for you was kuroo tetsurō!

A/N: hey ro! so nice to see you in my inbox :) i hope you liked your matchup! i genuinely really think you'd match well with kuroo too 🤭 feel free to come back and request anything else 🫶

[9w1ft]

Idk if you've already answered this, but do you know why vogue deleted kaylor's bff game vid? P.S. love ur tumblr

hi! tyvm 🥰

so first of all, just to clarify, the video was put on private, it hasn’t been deleted. second of all, no i don’t know why —i don’t think anybody can know why— but if you are interested in what i think, i guess i will say it this way,

over the years i’ve felt like i’ve experienced a pattern of happening when it comes to kaylor, where often something really big and loud in a positive sense will be accompanied either before or after by something to the negative side of the spectrum.

i think that sometimes the argument is summed up as any of the following, that “something bad just happened, that means something gay is coming” or “something gay just happened, that means something bad is coming” or “the girls decided to throw us a bone” or “this must have been an early apology to appease us because they need us to spread their message” but speaking for myself i see it a little differently. because i don’t think we (the fans) are the focal point of their actions. when you put taylor and karlie as the focal point of their own actions, i think that you might be able to see this pairing (of kaylor positive happenings with kaylor negative happenings) as a sort of risk management. what i mean by risk management is, it’s a way to continue to keep their options open to them as to where they want to go next with their narrative, every step of the way.

so for example, if they add a qualifier or several qualifiers, karlie can easily go to eras tour (and taylor can sing maroon (a song people say is about karlie) on karlies birthday, and she can pair our song with the kaylor anthem you are in love, and sing king of my heart and exile and new year’s day etc etc all in the same week) and even the most clever of gaylors will end up saying “but. BUT!! the bff video got taken down! taylor must have done that! or karlie must have done that! they must be feuding! so i still don’t believe!” and so the needle isn’t drastically moved. it keeps people confused and not in agreement and allows the girls to be able to do things without the ball rolling out of control.

it’s like that one parable about boiling a frog. if you turn the heat up suddenly on a pot of water with a frog in it, they will jump right out. but if you keep the water heating up ever so gradually, the frog won’t move and it will become cooked. imagine the jumping frog is a fanbase becoming suddenly uncontrollable, and the adjustment of the heat as this continual pairing of hot and cold developments, ultimately (i would argue) trending towards hot in the long term.

so anyway when i see something like the bff video being put on private so close to when karlie went to eras tour, i just kind of nod an smile and say, ah, okay, another adjustment, all is good. and move on. that’s it. and when you are more aware of this and see things happening in concert with one another time and time again, the mere existence of this pattern starts to feel like more evidence pointing to this being business as usual. and i think it helps you relax a little bit.

[zaacoy]

Hmhmhmmm in a silly mood and thinky thinkin about Tang Legomonkiekid again, some disjointed tang thoughts!! Because I can :3

Author's note after writing: another long post!!! I am incapable of talking about him without going on and on and on apparently, enjoy the novel!! hehehheehoo

so! The scorpion queen demoness outfit still has not left my brain!! I am plagued by the ourple apparently, just

why he so littol

microscopic organism

its like he's a cat getting picked up by the scruff!! those clothes are too big for he goddamn he!!

Also also! The buffet scene!! We get two wide shots of it

the first:

and the second:

assuming it isn't some sort of custom to have your servants(?) or whatever the ladies are in this scene leave once they set the table (if it is then feel to ignore this tidbit!! :D) Them being there in the first scene but not the second makes it seem like? Tang requested them to go and let him eat in peace without 7 different women watching him while doing so??? This man is invulnerable to women and I find that so funny all he wants are his noms

Adding onto that the fact that his first move when he wakes up to a pretty lady standing over him is to SCREAM and push her away is SO unbelievably funny could you be any gayer sir

also can we just appreciate how easily this man crumbled the second good food was put in front of him. after being kidnapped and abducted by some clearly suspicious demon lady he just. willingly stays, unbound physically in literally anyway, just because she has good food to offer. very very silly he is so funny

no additional comments just look at him

he is so scrunckly so silly, I forgor all of the other Tumblr silly words but he is all of those too

its nice that we got to see him come back in purple later tho in S4

It's a dustier purple for sure but it still looks pretty nice on him :3c

also also!!

I love this little training scene sm because it paints tang in such an interesting light

whereas pigsy and mei are borderline ready to jump sandy for that star all we get from Tang is a shaky "I want that", this difference is further exemplified in the coloration differences (mei and pigsy's eyes being red whereas Tang's are just whited out)

this trend continues as the training session goes on! here for example we can see mei and pigsy clearly furious whereas tang is just crying- they're all frustrated! It seems as though when Tang is confronted with the issue of "not being as good as his peers" he trends more towards upset rather angry unlike the rest of his friend group

This can also be seen in their individual trainings

Mei is outright violent in her training arc, both in regards to the props and opponents she fights and (verbally) to master Subodhi, pigsy is also fairly mouthy and standoffish at first and disregards whatever he perceives as an insult, but Tang on the other hand we get to see crumble a little bit. Rather then brushing off master Subodhi's gripes with him like the others Tang seems to take it to heart, getting visibly more and more miserable until he's able to turn himself around

It's a nice bit of characterization that I'm glad to see appear again, they've given him such a consistent, well written weakness I can't wait how it affects his performance in future episodes, be it for better or for worse heeheehoo

I ADORE how much this man loves food, he's so super enthusiastic about it in literally every season it is completely adorable

I also appreciate how they didn't turn it into his entire character!! Most of the food-loving characters I've known have their entire personality based around food which, while it can be joyful at times, is kind of boring and 2 dimensional imo. I enjoy how they made him a complete fully fleshed out person like everyone else who just so happens to really like nomnoms heeheehoo

looks at you with my autistic eyes

that expression is so goofy and the silly little noise he makes with it too uehhshdhhdj he is so sillay

love how he gets sparkles/shines in his eyes once he gets really excited about something or the "✨" shaped eyes

there are so many little things I love about him that NOBODY else talks about and it makes me so so sad where are my fellow insane-about-tang-lego-monkie-kid people where are uu 🥺 "let's take ibuprofen together" but it's "let's talk about a fictional Lego for hours" instead please plsss

cough- anyways uh- he has a bunch of little vocal quirks that I love so so much like!!

(I don't know how to get audio clips so you're just going to have to take my word for it ueue)

Often whenever he exclaims or screams he does so in a way that I don't know how to describe actually mmmmm instead of an "AAAAAH!" it's more akin to a "WHAhaHAA!" if that makes any sense, whatever that is it's such an interesting verbal quirk I love it very much.

He does something similar in quiet exclamations of awe, instead of going "ooooh.." it sounds more like "ooohohooh.."

I guess it's like his voice falls in between dragged out sounds? Like if it weren't for his tone and the context they'd almost sound like laughs, it's definitely an "h" sound, I'm not sure if there's a term for that verbal quirk but it seems fairly unique to him in the show and I thinks it adds to his sillyness heehee

squints at you squints at you squints at you squints at you squints at you squints at you squi

The bbg pose is consistent and here to stay!! yahoo!!! I wonder how many times while raising mk did they manage to tire themselves out and have pigsy later walk in to both of them asleep on the floor euhdhsnns fluffy family

while I'm thinking about noodle family here is your daily reminder that this scene exists in canon and mk has two dads thank you for coming to my ted talk

His tone of voice was so funny here the pure PANIC in his voice manifesting in a very strained yell was so well done here weehee

Circling back to the scorpion outfit, remember in the pilot episode how mk attempts to crawl away from the demon bull family after he gets caught? Tang does the exact same thing here!! same motion same thoughts process, like father like son

soft squishy tang isn't even my fault anymore LOOK AT HIM, he very squish

delving into slightly more serious tang thingies for a second!!-

this scene always felt incomplete to me, I feel like I'm missing something. This was when they first as a group run into lbd on their airship. Out of the entire group Tang is the only one to notice something's off and emphasis is put on this multiple times. First with "I've got a bad feeling about this pigsy", then with scene above where he's shown staring skeptically at lbd's rings, and then with him noticing the broken device on the ground(and notably not cheering on mk like everyone else) and confronting mk about it. Was ALL of that really just so Tang could make mk tell them about lbd(which he didn't even really do)? Why tang, why was he the only one to intuitively notice? even mk didn't know something was wrong with lbd when he first encountered her in her hostess form, heck even monkie king didn't, how did tang? Triptaka/golden cicada powers? Are we going to be seeing him do this again? Does it mean anything for where his story is going?? I don't know it just, it feels like too much focus was put on this just for it to be for nothing, it's odd to me.

One more thing!!

what was this.

from the second episode we see macaque where he puts on a shadow play and possesses tang, pigsy, and mei n' forces them to fight mk. Never in the entire rest of the series have we ever seen someone who's possessed struggle/ appear to still be there whilst being under possession. Not with the people-turned-spider-demons not with bai he not with mei or pigsy in this scene, not even really with wukong in the special. It is arguable through his expressions that he may be somewhat still there and might be putting up a fight(especially when he's about to hit mk) but we never really seem him underneath. We never hear him and we never see his true reaction underneath the poker-faced-possessed version, never like we do with tang here. Once again, just, wjajnajj, why?? This is such an odd little detail and it's so weird how it never comes back again. If it's not foreshadowing or leading up to a bigger reveal then why animate it? Because it looked interesting? Because they could? Was it a way to express to the audience that his friends were still there under the surface and they weren't just clones? But the lights in the lantern along with them getting sucked in already made that pretty clear. If that was the case anyway, why didn't they do that with wukong? or with bai he? or with the spider demons? we had no way of knowing for sure that they were there or they'd come back after being un-possessed either. It's such a small little thing that could mean nothing but it's been stuck in the back of my mind since I first saw it back when I first picked up the show in like august. I don't know, it's cool though!! I hope they do smth more with it

It is!! 4am!!! I have to be up at 7 tmrw oopsies

ending it here gnnn if you read through all of these rambles then hiii!!! Glad you find me losing my mind over a Lego entertaining I sure have fun doing it, have a good day byebyeye :3