#not to mention the two he tweeted last monday

[asongofashandarrows]

Ryan, this isn't even the first time they've joined forces in AI art this week

[ofmdrecaps]

07/05-06/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; David Jenkins; Nathan Foad & Con O'Neill; Leslie Jones; Nat Torres; Darby Family Foster Kittens; Articles; Fiber Arts Brigade: Auction/Fundraiser Updates/Bronson Pinchot Cameo; Uproar in the UK; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; OurFlagMeansFanfiction/BabyKrakenPodfics; OFMD Themed Earrings; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika

== Rhys Darby ==

More coverage of Rhys' new show The Hungry Games! This time on Today.com.

Source: Rhys Darby's Twitter

Annnd more shots of Rhys and Bonus Rosie & Finn at the Great Big Cow Band Concert on July 4!

Source: Rosie Carnahan Darby's Instagram

Annnnd yet another Tural Commercial for FFXIV!

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A post shared by FINAL FANTASY XIV (@ffxiv)

Source: FFXIV's Instagram

== David Jenkins ==

Well the last two days were big clowning days for everyone! Early Friday we had Chaos Dad commenting on a tweet from March.

Source: David Jenkins Twitter Next, fans noticed that the "Got a really good feeling about 2024" post that David took down from Instagram was re-added. Our friend cremeishere noticed that the post had been removed from David's Instagram after one of the cancellations (around March 22). Today however, it was noticed that it was back. Do we know exactly when it came back? No idea-- but Honking ensues!

Source: CremeIsHere's Twitter

And if that wasn't enough honking, our friend Jules mentioned the following from Kinga's recent post about Simone LeBone, "When dad is working we're napping" and asked "what is he working on"? Good question.

Source: TheRevengeBoys Twitter

== Nathan + Con ==

Nathan posted some more about his spotlight in the Hot Shots publication, and our dear Con wrote him a lovely love note <3

Source: Nathan Foad's Instagram

== Leslie Jones ==

Leslie's been out to the LA Sparks game!

Source: misterjt319 Instagram

== Nat Torres ==

One of our awesome writers, Nat Torres, is making a rare appearance on Instagram.

Source: Natalie Torres Instagram

== Darby Family Foster Kittens ==

As we all know, I'm a sucker for kittens! Here's new Darby Family Foster Kitten content!

Source: Rosie Carnahan Darby's Instagram

== Articles ==

@adoptourcrew Found some very interesting articles regarding the cancellation of OFMD. In addition-- the #1 from Collider is adding to the Honkfest going on!

10 Canceled TV Shows That Deserve to Be Revived

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

"I Tear Up Every Time I See It": Here Are 23 Romantic Movie And TV Moments Without The Words "I Love You"

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

== Fiber Arts Brigade ==

The Fiber Arts Brigade reached their next tiered goal! They've raised $1750 with the #ThriveAsACrew campaign to support SageUSA! Thank you to everyone who's donated!

An anonymous donor was kind enough to pay for another cameo in honor of FAB reaching the fourth tier goal! Below is a video from Bronson Pinchot on his (and Ned Low's) advise on how we can ThriveAsACrew!

The Fiber Arts Brigade Ebay Auctions are ALMOST DONE! If you were bummed to miss out on Moosh's cross stitch commission from the AOC raffle, here's another chance! Check out the ebay listing here! Thank you to all the artists and patrons of this auction!

Source: Fiber Arts Brigade Twitter

== Uproar In The UK ==

Thank you @adoptourcrew for keeping us apprised of the UK Release of Uproar on Prime video! Check it out UK Crew!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Tonight's cast cards from @melvisik are Nathanial Goodman who's "another submission for ‘Outstanding Cinematography in a Comedy Series for Impossible Birds’ -AdoptOurCrew"! And Jaden McLeod -- "Soldier #1 in Mermen, no doubt someone who came across Ed and/or the crew of the Revenge..."

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

== Our Flag Means Fanfiction ==

Our dear friends over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction are moving up the charts on spotify!

Annnd coming up this Monday, a New Episode - The Silly Voices Episode, this time joined by BabyKraken Podfics!

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction / BabyKraken Podfics

== OFMD Themed Earrings ==

I would just like to say I love all of the beautiful and creative ways everyone continues to honour our favourite show! The darling @paleoleigh has been making OFMD Themed Earrings and she was kind enough to allow me to share some of her work! You can learn more on PaleoLeigh's Tumblr Post and if you're interested, order them on her Etsy Store!

Source: PaleoLeigh's Tumblr Post

== Love Notes ==

Hey there Lovelies! I hope you all are getting some much needed rest this weekend! It's been a lot lately, huh? The world, elections, so many different countries struggling, online -- everywhere's been pretty crazy lately. I know a lot of you have so much on your minds, and rightly so. When so much is happening all at once, seeing struggles go on in your safe spaces too can make things so much harder to cope with. It is okay to feel sad or upset if your safe space doesn't feel the same way it did right now. It doesn't mean it won't feel safe again one day. Life and situations ebb and flow, and circumstances change, as much as we always want good things to stay the same. Good things can come from change too. Our magnificent and kind friend @xray-vex shared a screenshot on twitter the other day of this tumblr post and I thought it was incredibly appropriate to how a lot of people have been expressing they've been feeling lately.

I know sometimes it feels like you have to respond to that tweet, or get into that discourse, but if you don't have the energy, just remember you don't owe anything to anyone. You are wonderful the way you are, and you deserve to enjoy your space too. If it feels like too much, take a break, watch a new show, read a new book, step away if you need to. Or if re-watching our pirate show would help-- feel absolutely welcome to do that too. Whatever YOU need for YOU. It will be different for everyone, and there is no shame in wanting to do something different to make you feel better. There will always be folks here for you if you decide to step away and come back, so don't be afraid to if you need to okay? We love you crew, we care so much about you, and your health. Be well <3

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Some BTS gif tonight for the discerning gif lover. Git courtesy of @dallonismysavior!

[head-post]

Musk’s interview with Trump: All about EU, Ukraine, Biden and Harris

Billionaire entrepreneur Elon Musk spoke with Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump on social network X on Monday as part of the platform’s Spaces feature, where users host live streams.

The interview, scheduled for 8 p.m. US time and expected by hundreds of thousands of users around the world, ran into major overlaps and started 40 minutes late. Musk said X was subjected to a “massive DDOS attack,” which he said caused the broadcast to be delayed.

Musk did not mention his differences with Prime Minister Sir Keir Starmer over the UK riots and free speech, but did raise the issue of an open letter published by EU domestic boss Thierry Breton asking him not to spread misinformation during an interview with the former president.

Mr. Trump responded by saying the EU was “bad” at trading with the US and criticised NATO for not spending enough on defence. Mr. Trump said:

That’s probably why they notified you. They don’t treat our country very well.

Musk asked Mr Trump about his views on the EU’s attempts to censor and impose censorship even on Americans from other countries.

The Republican candidate did not answer the question directly, starting to speculate about the US trade deficit with the EU. He added that, “they (the EU) enjoy a huge advantage over the United States on trade” and “they (the EU) are not as tough as China, but they are bad.”

Trump also touched on EU aid to Ukraine and compared it to US spending. He said:

I say, why aren’t you going to equalize? Why aren’t they paying what we’re paying? Why is the United States paying disproportionately more to defend Europe than Europe? That doesn’t make sense. That’s unfair, and that is an appropriate thing to address.

During the two-hour conversation, the Tesla boss and the Republican presidential candidate declared their mutual admiration and echoed shared political views on immigration and the economy.

Trump took the opportunity to lash out at President Joe Biden and Democratic presidential candidate Kamala Harris, whom he blamed for the rise in illegal immigration. He also said:

She is a San Francisco liberal who destroyed San Francisco, and then as attorney-general, she destroyed California.

“She’s going to be worse than him,” he added, referencing President Joe Biden, saying the country needed to prevent anything happening under “stupid people like Biden”.

At the start of his speech at a campaign rally, Trump spoke about the assassination attempt on him last month, promising to return to the town of Butler, Pennsylvania, where a bullet struck him in the ear. He said:

The doctors later told me that the ear is a very bloody place if it’s hit. If I hadn’t turned my head, I wouldn’t be talking to you right now – no matter how much I like you.

Mr. Trump boasted of his good relations with Russian President Vladimir Putin and North Korean leader Kim Jong Un, while Mr. Musk questioned whether Ms. Harris was tough enough to stand up to foreign leaders. He said:

There are some very tough personalities out there. And if they don’t think the American president is tough, they’re going to do what they want to do.

Earlier, Mr. Trump’s X account posted a series of tweets for the first time in almost a year.

The Harris campaign responded to the interview with a statement saying the following:

Donald Trump’s extremism and his dangerous “Project 2025” programme is a feature, not a glitch in his campaign, which was on full display for those who were unlucky enough to listen today during everything on Channel X. Trump’s entire campaign serves people like Elon Musk and himself – narcissistic rich people who will sell out the middle class and fail to deliver live in 2024.

Donald Trump said President Biden is “close to vegetable stage.” He noted during the interview:

I looked at him today on the beach, and I said, Why would anybody allow him? The guy could barely walk. Why would anybody allow him?

The call, which Mr. Musk described as a “conversation” rather than an interview, started late: people entering the online space were first greeted by music or silence rather than a conversation between the two men. Mr. Musk blamed the attack on X’s system for impeding access, writing, “Looks like X is under massive DDoS attack. Working on disabling it.”

He appeared to blame the Democrats for the attack on X. When one X user wrote: “Democrats are fighting to “save” democracy from two powerful disrupters!”, Mr. Musk replied, “Yes.”

A distributed denial of service (DDoS) attack is an attempt to disrupt a server or network by overwhelming it with a flood of Internet traffic.

Read more HERE

[beardedmrbean]

One has to hand it to Emmanuel Macron: he has principles – and, like Groucho Marx, if people don’t like them, he has others. Earlier this month, he scooted off to China, where he seemed eager to appease President Xi Jinping. Followed by an 80-strong entourage of French corporate bosses eager for contracts, he went all de Gaulle a couple of times, most notably in an interview to Politico, in which he said that Europe had no business “getting caught up in crises that are not ours”: to salvage her “strategic autonomy”, the continent should not become “America’s vassal”.

Yet, on Monday, a French parliamentary delegation numbering three Macronista MPs (and a lone Républicain) was off to Taipei, to meet most of President Tsai Ing-wen’s government, and “reaffirm our support to Taiwanese democracy” (tweeted by Constance Le Grip, a former Sarkozy aide, now a pro-Macron MP).

You can’t really call this a damage control operation – the trip had been planned for some time. What it really shows, if proof was still needed, was that French foreign policy, like French domestic affairs, is made up as it goes along, by one Macron, Emmanuel. (The clever Bruno Tertrais of Fondation pour la recherche stratégique, a think-tank, recently and accurately told The Economist “Emmanuel Macron’s chief diplomatic adviser is Emmanuel Macron.”) Which isn’t noticeably working out so well for le Président.

Almost immediately after he was re-elected last year, Macron suffered humiliation after humiliation. First, he lost his majority at the legislative elections that followed his victory. Then started the endless battle for the pensions reform bill, in which, by refusing to talk early with the unions, he managed to get much of the old Yellow Vests crowds out in the streets. Even if the bill was eventually passed without a vote, domestically, he has lost control of his agenda.

He was never a professional politician, and the current situation, in which he faces four years of battling for every measure, bores him. Now, with nothing to lose, he’s trying to build up his reputation as a world statesman: Europe’s negotiator-in-chief. His problem being that the rest of Europe doesn’t acknowledge his self-appointed mandate. You only have to talk with Poles, Balts, Central and Northern Europeans to see that they share an exasperation not unlike in tone to that of many of the French marchers.

It’s hard not to recall the first time Macron felt he could alter the course of world politics: his frenzied attempts at dialogue with Vladimir Putin, whom he had invited to Versailles soon after the 2017 election, and was sure he could prevent from invading Ukraine. What followed were trips to Moscow, telephone calls, mentions of Tolstoy and Dostoevsky galore, all for nothing except rising annoyance in Moscow, especially when the Kremlin discovered that a documentary France 2 camera crew had been filming the French end of those long telephone conversations. (Soon afterwards, Putin pointedly cut off one of their calls: “Have to go, I’m already geared up and I’m about to play ice-hockey”.)

In China, the all-too conciliatory Macron (who, as early as a year ago, agreed to a French-Chinese mutual statement in which “France [understood] the importance and sensitivity of Taiwan-related issues and will abide by the One China principle”) still managed to annoy Xi Jinping. At their official press conference, he ad-libbed his answer to the Chinese president’s scripted remarks, droning on and on for twice as long, enough of a diplomatic gaffe that Xi decided to fidget visibly, looking at his watch.

His partners don’t trust him, his adversaries don’t respect him, his own people grumble (in private): having cancelled the French Diplomatic Corps two years ago, so that any member of the French civil service can aspire to a diplomatic post, M Macron not only disdains advice from his remaining diplomats, but even from his Élysée advisers. (“He listens, but he doesn’t follow”, one said.)

This should worry us: Macron has started to encapsulate the unlovable attributes of a particular fraction of the French realist school of foreign affairs, in which cleverness trumps sincerity and values – but with none of its historic cautiousness or subtlety. Listening to the advice of such policymakers as Hubert Védrine, the former Socialist foreign minister, he despises the Western approach to foreign policy, measured by right and wrong, as over-simplistic. (He may be “a snake” – as Iain Duncan-Smith said of him, amid reports that Macron was working on plans with China to bring Ukraine and Russia to the negotiating table – but he’s a blundering one: the worst of both worlds.)

Having risen to power by modelling himself as an outsider, Macron remains an archetypal product of the French blob, a strange universe where talking about something means you’ve achieved it – and also means nobody hears you speaking. This explains a lot of French gaffes in history, and especially why Macron doesn’t understand that each time he lobs another of his brilliant new notions, his allies and enemies hear him. Like the French public, who stopped listening some time ago, so should the West.

[whatgenesis]

“SUSAN’S DYING”: PLAYLIST

SONGS INCLUDED – misses : bird song : one : velvet ring : jobless monday : bless the telephone

misses (dominic fike) – “oh, i loved you, miss / and you will be grieved, i swear / but i won't be blamed / 'cause i loved you, miss”

death is gentle. he is not compassionate with sincerity, or humane sincerity at least. but in a strange way, susan will be grieved. he’ll hang above death’s head. death did the best he could, it wasn’t his fault. it wasn’t.

bird song (florence and the machine) – “well i didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by / saw what i’d done he set up a nest outside / and he sang about what i’d become”

susan does have power over death, not because he holds some deep secret or because he’s more than he seems. it is because he’s human that he can scare death. a finite man has finite power, but he is a man and the power is in his hands.

> “but he sang louder and louder inside the house / and no i couldn't get him out / so i trapped him under a cardboard box / stood on it to make him stop”

what else was death supposed to do? in the same way he does not hold human sincerity, he doesn’t hold human patience either. he has a job to do.

> “i picked up the bird and above the din i said / that’s the last song you'll ever sing / held him down, broke his neck / taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget / but in my dreams began to creep / that old familiar tweet tweet tweet”

death left the same mark on susan that he leaves on everyone, an everlasting mark. but susan was there, and death was along with him.

one (harry nilsson) – “one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do / two can be as bad as one / it’s the loneliest number since the number one / no is the saddest experience you'll ever know / yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know”

we can all laugh at how lonely susan’s life is. he formed it around his loneliness and has no benefits to show. however, while death was immortal and inhuman, he was tangible if only for a moment, and stood by susan’s side. so can you blame him?

velvet ring (big thief) – “love is a gentle thing / yours is thicker than a velvet ring”

love was suffocation when it came to susan. maybe it was more than love—it was curiosity and concern and fear. but when susan tried his best to be good, he’d kill it. smothering someone in love is still smothering them.

> “he loved her like he loved no one / the way she laughed and held a smoking gun / the way she always said "what’s done is done" / and he is not the only one”

now, what susan fails to understand is that he is not the first human death has met. he is and always will be predictably unpredictable.

jobless monday (mitski) – “oh, i miss when we first met / he didn't know me yet

susan is under the guise that he crumbled the longer he stayed around death. what he doesn’t know is he was dust from the start. and what death doesn’t know is that whatever pang he feels in his chest at strange times, is something out of his control.

bless the telephone (labi siffre) – “it’s nice to hear you say "hello" / and "how are things with you? / “i love you" / but very soon it's time to go / an office job to do / while i’m here writing songs for you

we all want company. at times, death’s cordial manners are tricky and trapping; he doesn’t even mean to at times. and yet, his soft voice is fleeting and soon the dirt is covering your body.

> “it’s nice, the way you say my name / not very fast or slow, just soft and low / the same as when you tell me how you feel”

susan knows he loves death. he’ll never say it, but he doesn’t have to. he oozes this love for him like mucus, disgusting and tainting. susan’s drowning in it and it doesn’t bother him because he only is barely aware.

honorable mentions: ma chérie (malice mizer) : a human’s touch (TWRPtube)

₊ ‧⁺. ˖

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Another 1.5 episodes into Peacock & Gamble since the last post, but with three-hour episodes, that’s enough for me to have an update. That’s what I’m doing with my 2024. Carefully documenting 2014 radio by comedy double acts that no longer exist. Another cut because it gets long again. Also rambling, and I normally try to at least briefly read over a post this long before putting it up, but I haven't been bothering lately and I can't be bothered now, I'm sorry. It's probably incoherent. On the bright side, I am confident that absolutely no one is reading this posts, which is nice. I can just write whatever.

First of all, I’d been wondering if they’d bring up the Chortle Awards the week after the winners were announced, as they’d been making a lot of jokes in the episodes before it about how they’d both been nominated and would be in competition with each other. I finally have definite air dates for all of the first seven episodes (thank you, Twitter advanced search and FUBAR Tweeting their lineups every day), and worked out that episode 6 would have been on the Monday after the awards ceremony was the end of the previous week. And nope, after all those jokes beforehand about who would win between the two of them, there was no mention at all of the fact that Ed had, in fact, just won.

No mention of that. But in the first several minutes of the episode, Ed did ask Ray how he was doing, and Ray replied that he had that weekend genuinely wanting to die, was the most actively suicidal he’d ever been, nearly threw himself off a top-story window, “And I’m not joking,” he kept adding. Ed tried once, half-heartedly, to employ the catchphrase that had worked relatively well to keep things on track the week before, sort of jokingly saying “Don’t start talking about your depression,” but Ray cut him off to continue detailing his desire to jump out windows, and Ed didn’t try the catchphrase again.

If I were listening to this without having heard Ray Peacock do a stand-up show that summer in which he detailed a severe mental health breakdown that included a suicide attempt, I’m not sure whether or not I’d have heard that radio show and assumed he was exaggerating for comic effect. I think I’d probably have assumed he really was suffering from depression, but was being comedically over the top about it to mess with Ed, because the idea of one presenter trying to control his co-host who’s gone over the edge is pretty funny to listen to. They’d based quite a bit of their double act on the idea that one presenter trying to control his co-host who’s gone over the edge is funny to listen to, and it is. And up to a point – a point that go pretty far – the more real it feels/actually is, the funnier it is. But they seem to have worked their way past that point by episode 6. I’m going to transcribe a minute or so from about half an hour in, to illustrate the sort of thing that might be past the point at which “presenter tries to control his co-host who’s gone over the edge” stops getting funnier as it gets more real:

Ed Gamble: [A listener] has taken it upon herself to cheer you up, which I think is good.

Ray Peacock: Thank you.

Ed Gamble: I think we should have that. Get in contact.

Ray Peacock: Really? It’s like an intervention?

Ed Gamble: Not an intervention, just cheer you up a bit.

Ray Peacock: I’m genuinely depressed in real life. Really bad. Possibly the worst ever.

Ed Gamble: Mate, I told you, stop talking about your problems…

Ray Peacock: No, but the things is, is if we’re going to have this as a thing, if you’re going to set it up, I don’t want to be flippant about this. I think I have a duty of care to the listener, and to other people with depression, to actually be open about it and stuff. So, I would say, genuinely, the lowest I’ve ever been in my entire life –

Ed Gamble [cutting him off]: Well, I can’t see that lasting. [reads out a joke Tweeted by a listener about thrush cream]

You have to give credit to Ed for how hard he tried there, and all the way along. I find it interesting to listen to the show deteriorate a little, as you realize how in charge of things Ray Peacock was normally. I first worked this out when I was a little ways into The Ray Peacock Podcast, which feels like ages ago but it was about two months (I’ve speedrun Peacock & Gamble), and I couldn’t quite tell what the dynamic was or how they were running it. Then I was searching them up on YouTube and came across the little making-of documentary that they put on their DVD, and there was footage of them recording an episode, and at one point it shows Ray draw his hand across his neck as they finish a conversation to signal to Raji to pause the recording, which was this tiny thing that made me immediately work out that actually, the guy who doesn’t sound like he ever has any idea what he’s about to say or what he’s doing is the one driving the whole thing. You listen without that visual, and it sort of gives the impression that Ray is just yelling whatever he feels like at people until they stop him.

And after that it was obvious. It’s all a character, Ray’s not even his real name. It’s a character that’s clearly based on some of his own real issues and there’s some sort of grey area where you can never tell quite how much of the wild impulsivity he’s putting on, but everything that happens is because Ray consciously decided it would be funny and then directed people to do it. That mostly remained true through their years of podcasts that followed. He’s the one who edited all those podcasts, because he knew what had to happen and in what order for it to work. And of course it did – Ray Peacock’s main thing in live comedy for years was as a compere and a TV warm-up guy. He knew how to keep a show moving, without appearing admin-y and taking the fun out of it. That’s the whole job description.

You can hear that Ed Gamble’s come into his own in the radio stuff. He’s getting a lot more jokes in than he used to. Regular jokes, little puns and comebacks and interjections of comedic misunderstanding. A surprising amount of them, actually – he seemed to be making a run at the sort of “Lee Mack-style quick comedian” that I don’t think he does so much any more, which is too bad because he was good at it. But there is a difference between throwing jokes into the conversation and controlling its direction. Ed Gamble had done very little of the latter in their joint work in the past (their joint podcast work, that is – obviously their live stuff they wrote together), and didn’t really do it in the first few radio episodes either, but starts stepping up a few episodes in. And I hadn’t even really noticed how many little things Ray was doing to drive the show, until he started slowing down on them a bit and you could hear Ed trying his best to pick that up.

He did it fairly well, to be fair to him. He won that compering award for a reason (obviously awards like that are just popularity contests and mean basically nothing, but still, it meant he at least was doing some compering work), he knew how to professionally move from one section of a show to the next. But he did not have Ray’s ability to do something professionally while sounding completely unprofessional. So once Ray Peacock had a breakdown and stopped doing any of the deep-down underlying professional stuff, Ed had to do it all at once. There was sort of a sense of, “Okay, if you’re so much better at compering that you can win an award for it, then you can take over the job of keeping this show on track.” Apparently his best idea for how to manage that was to develop the catchphrase “Don’t talk about your depression.” Which Ray ignored.

I found a fair bit of that episode, at least in the first half, hard to laugh at. Not even because it was depressing – Ray Peacock has made it quite clear that he can make his depression very funny. And it’s not like they were only talking about his depression for the entire time. They jumped around other subjects, did a bunch of crude talk about thrush and things like that. And it did still make me laugh! The bar is so high for Peacock & Gamble stuff, they normally make me laugh almost constantly, in this episode they made me laugh a bit less but still quite a lot, compared to most shows.

It had the same issue as a couple of their previous radio episodes – though amplified in this one – that they didn’t have as much of the giggly energy that had defined their previous work, and that makes the audience want to laugh along with them. I mean, obviously they didn’t have as much of it. One of them was in the middle of a severe mental breakdown and the other was scrambling to drive a show while sounding like he might be mildly worried that his co-presenter could jump out a window live on air.

That was a significant feature of the early days of their podcast, which could never have been kept up to the same extent just because they set such a high bar. And in this case, I mean Ed set a high bar for how incredibly funny he found Ray. I find Ray Peacock extremely funny. I find plenty of comedy extremely funny. I have never – and in fact, no one in the world has ever – found anything as funny as Ed Gamble found Ray Peacock in 2007. Or in 2008. 2009. 2010. 2011. It’s almost weird to listen to, how often and how hard he laughed while Ray was talking, but it never for one moment sounded exaggerated on purpose. It was delightful, it put the listener (I guess I can only speak for myself, but it must have had this effect on others) in a giggly mood, it was entirely earned by how entirely funny Ray actually was. Even when they were at odds with each other due to comedy roles, one playing the straight man while the other went on some wild tangent, they made each other laugh so hard that they managed to sort of have their cake and eat it too, have the friction of opposing roles and also an incredibly lighthearted atmosphere because they were both genuinely having fun. And it did go both ways like that, Ed could make Ray laugh too. But not as hard as Ray made Ed laugh. Because no one in the world has ever made anyone laugh at anything as hard as Ray Peacock could make Ed Gamble laugh.

I can see why Ed Gamble wouldn’t want to keep that up forever, even if he could. No comedians aspires to be the guy who finds another guy incredibly funny on a podcast. I don’t think Ray or Ed (or Raji) ever used the word “sidekick” to describe Ed Gamble in that early podcast, but I’ve seen descriptions of the podcast use that word, and obviously no one’s life goal to remain a sidekick. Also, Ed Gamble found that shit so funny in 2007 when he was 21 and giddy about just being there. It’s not the same when you’re 28 and have spent that much time doing comedy with one person for so many years, so you’re overfamiliar with all each other’s stuff.

I hadn’t put my finger on that specific part of it – how Ed’s over-the-top laughter at everything Ray say seemed to be one of the beats missing a bit in the FUBAR Radio run – until episode 6, when the laughing was almost entirely gone. When either of them did laugh it sounded a bit forced. And that is fair enough, it’s hard to find a guy all that funny when you’re walking on eggshells in fear that he might impulsively tank the show. Like, he might at any moment run out of the studio to steal a guest from another show without first discussing that with anyone, so he can bring her in for a confrontation with a genuinely horrible misogynist live on the air, with no warning leave you alone in the studio with a porn star who’s on a misogynistic rant and you have to talk to him with the live mics up and make the call on your own about how to respond. If I may re-appropriate a meme I posted a couple of months ago:

Ray Peacock did not do that in episode 6. I mean, he wasn't in a great place. He came up with a whole big feature idea that was an incredibly contrived excuse to have listeners call in and tell him he's physically attractive, and then he phoned his ex-girlfriend live on air, which isn't a great thing to do when you're having a breakdown after your girlfriend leaves you (it wasn't that one that he called, he assured us - but still). Least professional use of the radio since that time in 2007 when Steve Hall went on Kitson's show immediately after a breakup, and said anyone who wants to have sex with him should call in and he's not joking.

(Oh, and on the subject of that Steve Hall incident, Ray Peacock did make reference to a one-off FUBAR episode he recorded the week before with Danielle Ward, which I have tried really hard to find since I got home from work today, and no luck. I would love to hear that, I love listening to Danielle Ward do anything and her with Ray Peacock sounds like a dream team. I guess that means the Danielle Ward who texted in the previous week was, in fact, that one. Actually now that I think about it I did know those two knew each other, as Peacock & Gamble did an episode of Do the Right Thing. Also that reminded me that she did do a show on FUBAR Radio too. Anyway, this'll be the biggest long shot I've ever tried on this blog but if anyone happens to have a recording of Danielle Ward and Ray Peacock on FUBAR Radio from March 26, 2014, please let me know. This might turn into another white whale of lost media for me if I can't dig anything up, I'd very much like to hear it.)

But it wasn't bad. He came back to his own a bit when the guests turned up, which were some drag queens, lovely people and so much better than the previous week. It was a really nice interview, everyone did well, they discussed some interesting stuff, things relaxed enough to make me laugh a bit. Then after the guests left, things remained a bit more relaxed. They both laughed a bit more than they had before, and so did I, and they hit on some funny concepts, and a few particularly amusing listeners called in and carried them through to the end of the episode.

So that was going to be my analysis at this point - they're still funnier than most people because they're incredibly funny comedians doing funny things, but their dynamic with each other is getting more and more forced - but then I listened to the first half of episode seven, and that is an absolute, pure delight. There's no guest in that one. It's a special episode they did for April Fool's day, doing something they're great at: take a fairly silly concept and then commit to the bit ludicrously hard, for way too long, in a way that wildly entertains themselves and each other. They covered Mark Dolan's show as a one-off, and I guess because it was April Fool's, they pretended that they'd come in for a meeting and Mark just hadn't shown up and no one knew where he was so they'd gone on the air instead. Which was basically the concept of their 2011 Edinburgh show/failed radio pilot, brought back because why the hell not?

I'm only about halfway through, but that is 90 minutes, and they have not backed down on it. Not just that they're still maintaining their claim, but that they haven't let it fade into the background while they discuss other things. They've found at least 90 minutes (90 minutes and counting) worth of shit to say about how Mark Dolan might be dead, and every bit of it has been funny. They're both being silly, they're both running with the idea instead of one of them (Ed) constantly playing the "stop doing this stupid thing" role, they're both making each other laugh, they're making me laugh, and none of it sounds forced. And to use a sort of cliche term that I probably don't understand well enough to use, they're "yes-and"-ing each other's ideas that keep coming up within it, comedically going with it instead of comedically shutting stuff down. So they're both getting increasingly creative, the conceit was planned but the details feel spontaneous whether they really are or not, it's all the stuff they do best. It's amazing how fast they got this back, literally overnight.

By my calculations episode 6 was on March 31, so this is the next day, on April 1. I don't know what the hell they did that night, but it's like all the tension broke, and they've figured out how to have fun. Maybe they just needed the conceit, something that feels different and a step out of reality.

Oh and they've finally referenced the elephant in the room, which felt like a relief. Ray was making fun of Ed for something else, and then suddenly said in a mock Ed voice "Oooh I've got a show in America and I've won an award!", and it didn't sound malicious (in that he managed to make it sound like a joke, and as they'd passed the point ages ago where it gets funnier the more real it sounds, making it sound like a joke was a nice break), and it made Ed do a laugh that sounded entirely real, and that has to ease a little of the tension for a bit, right? I've never been nominated for a showbiz award, I don't know how these things work, but I do keep coming back to my experience of many years as a highly competitive athlete, followed by being a coach of highly competitive athletes, and the rule is always that if two friends - or worse, teammates/training partners - compete against each other, if afterwards they're talking shit to each other about it, they're okay. If the on-mat match or off-mat award ceremony (ie. MVP awards where they were both in with a shot) happens, one wins and the other loses and they don't talk about it afterwards, the friendship's not surviving. In this case, the Peacock & Gamble friendship may or may not have survived in real life (I mean, we know it didn't, but the point is that whether or not it did isn't relevant in this case), but their on-air double act dynamic, which had deteriorated to the point where their radio show was suffering for it, seemed to overcome a bit of a hurdle when Ray yelled "Oooh, I'vE gOt a TV sHoW aNd wOn aN aWwwWwAaaRrrrd, I'm BiG iN AmErIcA!" at Ed. We can all relax have a good time for a little while.

Which reminds me, I've been trying to find downloads for Almost Royal. If anyone knows where to find Peacock & Ward on FUBAR Radio in March 2014, or copies of the television show Almost Royal, please let me know.

[thesundaycoffeeclub]

Worst Case Sundays And How To Save Them

Sometimes all you need is five million dollars.

Sundays are tricky: Sometimes you drift through the day starting with long steam showers and (boozy) brunches. Then, a coffee to go for a walk around the neighbourhood. After that, a quick phone call with your best friend. To close things out, you get the medium-rare Steak Frites with some comforting gratin dauphinois at the brasserie around the corner.

You end up in bed around 10 pm watching Friends. A peaceful Sunday.

And then, there are other Sundays: The ones that chose violence.

You wake up after a night of bad sleep thinking the last Dirty Martini was a bit toodirty. Also, there’s a highly suspicious amount of work emails in your inbox that seem to need your attention right away. You check Slack and see that some channels have been going off overnight. The WhatsApp notification badge shows a bold red anxiety-inducing seventy-nine (79).

This is going to be fun!

You make your way to the kitchen while your whole body starts to adjust. You feel like this is your very first day on earth and you haven’t entirely figured out how anything works really. Thank God, coffee is here to save the day, and as the caffeine kicks in you remember how to human again. 

Next up: a hot shower followed by a very swift skincare routine because nobody ever needed to look nice on a Sunday that is already a shitshow around 9 am.

Then, reality hits you.

Not-so-close friends start texting you - or worse: calling you - just to update you about stuff you don’t really care about. Slack hasn’t calmed down. The number next to the Unread tab of your inbox makes you want to quit immediately. Oh, and the not so politically-correct story you posted last night may have put off a few followers, at least that’s what you read into the amount of unread DMs. Sprinkle a few hyprocritical Tweets and hollow LinkedIn posts on top of all that and you’re one click away from booking a one-way ticket to Costa Rica, departing in two hours.

Oh, did I forget to mention the group chat you explicitly didn’t want any part of that has been trying to organize a bachelors/bachelorette party for the past three weeks?

Happy Sunday!

That is when you realize you’ve got to hit the breaks.

You quickly skim through your inbox, respond to the most important emails and Slack chats. You block some slots for update calls with the team on Monday, you reach out to your boss and team members to make sure everything is under control. 

You delete the not so woke story that did not land as good as you hoped. Next, you bring your friend to his/her senses after he/she has been overthinking about double-texting his/her very toxic date who clearly doesn’t give two (2) shits about him/her and didn’t even manage to send a quick Good Night text after last nights drinks.

It’s been a rouch Worst Sunday Scenario - and although you already know that some of the issues you’re dealing with today may be even more pressing tomorrow, you feel like there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

At around 4 pm you’re confident how you managed todays clusterfuck. The largest fires have been put out. It’s time to save what’s left from your Sunday.

You decide to take a walk, hoping you’ll get at least 3,000 steps in (without having the slightest idea why people are counting their steps in the first place). You hit play on the latest episode of your favourite podcast, get a fresh juice, and make your way to the park.

On an empty bench facing the afternoon sun you close your eyes and begin to daydream about what it would be like if this would be, say, sunny Malibu instead of dusty Berlin … what it would be like if this would be a Limoncello Spritz on the porch of your million-dollar multi-acre sea-view mansion instead of an overpriced green juice in a plastic cup on a dirty bench in a poorly maintained park … what it would be like if this would be your very own garden, so wild and lush you’d need a minimum of three (3) gardeners to take care of it. 

Well, sometimes you can’t have it all, can you?

Despite the very unlikely case of becoming filthy rich and moving to Malibu, you should still take a look at this The New York Times series, called What You Get: It showcases real estate listings in the most sophisticated areas in the U.S.

Just in case. To be prepared.

These awfully expensive listings make for great visual inspiration and Sunday daydreaming. And we’re here for it. Now, go check out these $5 Million Homes in California.

Although you’re scrolling through the stunning homes on a shattered iPhone sitting on a dirty bench, sucking on a dissolving paper straw you lean back and think:

Life ain’t too bad after all.

[xpeachesncream]

how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)

summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?

pairing: jjk x reader

genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst

words: ~12.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)

note: one shot title is taken from miguel's song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things--

both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece

i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video

enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺

"Y/N." You picked up Jungkook's call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.

"Yes?"

"Can I nap in your room?"

"The fuck I look like? A hotel?" You snorted.

"Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me." He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're lucky I like you."

"Yesssssssss!" You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. "Be there in a sec."

"You know my doors are always unlocked." Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren't just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.

Sooner or later, you're greeted by a fluffy, black-haired Jungkook, looking like his shit must have air-dried with how wavy and voluminous it was. He swings your door open so aggressively that you jump a bit in your seat, swinging off your headphones like you weren't even expecting him. You watch as he flings himself onto your neatly made bed like he hasn't felt a bed in years.

"Ugh, yes." He moans as he belly flops onto your bed and stays in that position.

"When's your next class, you little baby?"

"In like an hour or so, I don't know." He says sleepily. "Wake me up, please?"

"Sure." You realize it's Wednesday, and he definitely has Ecology lab later at 3:00PM. You figured you'd wake him up by 2:30 just to give him enough time to groggily walk his ass back over to the science building.

You and Jungkook weren't really close before college. It was moreso that you knew of each other since high school because of mutual friends. You'd see him at parties and he'd see you, but it was never more than the casual hi and bye and small talk. Maybe the occasional comments on facebook pages and the likes on pictures on instagram. But foreel, other than that, that's as real as your friendship got for awhile. You didn't mind it though, you were good with your set of friends and he was good with his. A lot of your friends attended the same university as you two and then your groups intertwined even more. 

But, it wasn't until the past couple of months or so where you both unexpectedly got really close - simply just by talking more and being around each other more. You both had similar interests and Jungkook wasn't the most vocal in his group, but with you, he seemed to talk endlessly. He loved comics and he loved raving to you about Marvel and DC superheroes. He loved to draw, and he'd draw you things every now and then - his most recent being you as a scientist superhero saving the world from overgrown malaria-infected mosquito monsters. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you tacked it against your cork board near your desk. Then, small things like that turned to bringing you food or boba, being stuck at the hip where he'd only go to a certain place on campus if you were there; texting each other inside jokes and funny ass tweets all day turned to facetime sleepover calls and then late hangouts eventually turned to actual sleepovers in your bed, where he'd drape his arm around while you both slept but it never escalated into anything more than that in bed. Although he did fucking hate your medium-sized Olaf plushie that took shelter on your bed - he'd always hike it across the room and talk about how annoying he is and how he's always taking his spot. You never understood it, really.

And then soon, it turned to small displays of affection behind closed doors, where Jungkook would hold you close. Hold your hand if you two were in the room watching a show, or movie. Small kisses exchanged. Big kisses exchanged, making out sessions. But, that was literally it. Nothing else. No sex. No pressure. Lots of unspoken feelings, obviously, but you weren't gonna be the one to bring that up. Because you were comfortable, and if anything, you didn't wanna ruin what you guys already had going.

Like, is this a friends with benefits thing? Maybe? Maybe not? It was hard to label it because it's not like you both determined so, it kind of just fell together that way. And there was really no pressure to fuck every single time you got affectionate. It was cute, sweet. And no one really knew it was like that behind doors - possibly your suitemate Kass and her boyfriend, Jimin, but that's only because you shared the dorm suite with her. Jimin was also one of Jungkook's roommates and his really good friend, so whenever they had slept over on the same night, it was pure and utter chaos. But honestly, if Kass and Jimin hadn't been around you two much, they most certainly wouldn't have the idea.

Whatever it was, it was a comfortable closeness that you both experienced and appreciated. However, the both of you were afraid of discussing what this really was, afraid it'll ruin the dynamic. The atmosphere. Having to come to terms of what it might, or might not be. Neither of you can fully admit that you like the other. Although, it got hard. People did lightly tease you two because you both always looked for each other and were stuck by the hip out on campus.

Oh, well. Bottom line is that you liked your relationship where it was at, but it doesn't mean you haven't thought about the what if's. Jungkook was insanely attractive, and it's no lie that girls swarmed him left and right on campus, but he didn't give a shit [either he didn't give a shit or he was dumb as hell?]. Okay, rewind — to be fair, he would have a fling or two, flirt once or twice. He'd tell you so and so was cute and that they've hung out or texted, but that's it. He just wasn't necessarily looking for anything cause he too enjoyed where he was at with everything.

It doesn't take long before Sleeping Beauty is snoring face down on your bed, looking like Patrick Star with the way he's sprawled out. But, you continue to do your work until it was time to wake him. You gently shake him, his puppy eyes looking back at you after being face down all nap.

"Class time."

"No." He groans. "Can't I just stay here with you?"

"No, dude. Get to class." You chuckle. "You already skipped last week."

"Yeah, but this is a new week Y/N."

"Jungkook." You almost say in a scolding manner.

"Fiiiiiiine." He whines as he shoots up and hops off from your bed. "Are you going to our party on Friday?"

"I said I'd think about it right?"

"Yeah, like on Monday. It's Wednesday."

"And I'm still thinking about it." You snort, making him pout.

"Just come for a little bit."

"Why? You know parties aren't my thing and you'll be too drunk anyways. I'll end up wanting to go right the fuck back home as soon as I step outside."

"I'd like to be drunk and have you there. It'll be more fun!" He pouts as he holds your hand and swings it back and forth.

"I mean, to be completely honest, I'll probably end up going because of Kass anyways."

"Because of Kass." He rolls his eyes. "Oooookay. Not because of you, Jungkook, no." He says sarcastically, brows furrowed.

"Ew. You're such a fucking whiner. Leave." You laugh, throwing an empty water bottle at him.

"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?"

"Sure. If you pay." He groans

"Fine. I'll see you later." He puckers up his lips to blow you a kiss, which you automatically reject by giving him a look before turning your attention back to your homework. You were hoping he'd offer to go to In-n-Out because you were craving that #2 with animal fries and a neapolitan shake, plus there was a Target in the same plaza that you wanted to drag him to for new pens and clearance sale shopping. And you wouldn't even warn him about it. He would tag along, no question.

Hoseok stands in front of the mirrors in the studio, pacing back and forth as your dance group learned a couple of 8-counts from this new piece he had been brewing up. Apparently, it was supposed to be a couples piece but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep it that way. He watched to see if this would be better as a group, or if he should stick to his original plans.

Your college dance group was a small group formed by people with pure, genuine interest and love for modern hip hop choreography. Hoseok was the dance lead, with Jimin being the back up lead. The group came together, taught each other pieces, taught workshops for those interested on campus and performed at the various talent shows and productions the school had throughout the year. It was just your group's way of showcasing your talents, something you all purely enjoyed, and it was nice to see the love and support given by the audiences.

"Okay, run that from the top one more time please. We'll take break after, swear." Hoseok chuckles and gives Jimin the cue to start the song back at the starting point. Jungkook makes a funny face at you as he huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath from the last time you went through the counts.

"Ew." You giggle, slightly pushing him aside. Miguel's How Many Drinks begins to blast through the studio speakers, Jungkook doing his best to sing along and match his tone all while focusing on his steps. Once you're done going through the counts, the music continues to play, Jungkook twirling over to you just to sing—

"Cause I ain't leavin' aloneeee, I feel like I could be honest, babe." He spins to your other side. "We both know that we're grown, that's why I wanna knooooow - how many drinks will it take you to leave with meeeeEEeeeE?"

"You can give me all the drinks in the world and I swear I still wouldn't." You snort, making him frown and click his teeth.

"Too bad that's not really how you act when I ask to sleep over, though." Silence as you stick your tongue out at him. Cause, yeah. You really do tell him to sleep over without hesitation. You loved his company, you can’t lie. "Yeah, fraudulent as hell. I never taught you that." He jokes.

"Shut up, Jungkook—"

"Okay!" Hoseok says, clapping his hands. "This'll be a couple piece. I honestly think it'll work better that way, just like I envisioned it. I'll work with the couple to clean this up before the performance, but to whoever isn't casted for this, Jimin still has a piece to teach the rest of you, so don't feel discouraged!" Hoseok chuckles a bit, giving the rest of the group a small smile. "So with that being said - Y/N, Jungkook, I want you two to do this piece."

"Ouuuuuuuu." Jimin teases you from the sidelines, causing you to put up your middle finger.

"We won’t let you down, cap." Jungkook swings his arm around you.

"I'll teach you the rest of the piece next practice so we can start polishing it up and making it clean before the talent show."

"Sounds good with me." You flatly say, even though 100%, you're pretty excited for many reasons. One, you had been wanting to do a solo or couples piece for awhile, and two, your partner was Jungkook. Your best friend, your ride or die, the dude you've spent so much time with and gave your affection to behind closed doors. It made you giddy just thinking about it, even if you'd blatantly lie to his face later on when he'd tease you. And Jungkook felt the same. You missed the way he subtly bit on his bottom lip when you were named his partner, just so he wouldn't smile too big in front of you.

After practice, you egg him on enough to agree to take you to In-N-Out, without hinting at the plan you had drafted out in your head earlier.  The plan that says you're gonna drag his ass to Target afterwards and he had no choice but to come along.

"Y/N, you liar." He groans. "You said you weren't gonna go to Target." He pouts as you follows behind you anyway.

"Kook, I literally just need to get one thing."

"What's the one thing that you couldn't get on your own time?"

"I don't know, I'll have to find out when we get in there." You giggled, causing him to groan again. "Plus, we're here already. Killing two birds with one stone."

"Ah shit, I suppose I can get some bottles for the party."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook, aheh." He mocks your tone and does that really weird and ugly ass laugh that dudes always do when they try to mock girls, however, you ignore it because you've just stepped into Target and bitch, this was Disneyland to you. Heaven. Paradise.

"Hm, what are we drinking on Friday?" He says his text outloud as he follows you around the dollar section where you begin to pick up really unnecessary items that you're probably just gonna store away in or around your desk somewhere.

"Should be holy water because you all need it."

"Mmm, I don't know, I don't think they have that but we can check." He responds ever so seriously, causing you to chuckle.

"How many people are you expecting?"

"Honestly, I don't even know. We said we'd keep it to close friends only. I don't really have any friends, so that's all on them."

"Ah, makes sense as to how the entire class was invited." You fire back sarcastically. "Your upstairs neighbors are really gonna have a blast."

"They're invited too."

"You guys are so dumb." He laughs when you hit him against the chest. After walking a bit, the two of you head towards the alcohol aisle, Jungkook grabbing what his arms will allow him to grab since alcohol is a little cheaper here than other grocery stores. "Isn't there a limit as to how much alcohol you can buy?"

"I don't see anything anywhere." He hauls about 4 big bottles back to the cashiers. "Besides, I'm giving them business compared to Safeway and those other grocery stores."

"Grab the coupon at least, genuis. It could save you some money." You take off the coupons from the three bottles.

He looks down at the coupon attached to the 4th bottle. "Sign up today and get 2% cash back on every bottle you buy." He snorts after reading the coupon outloud. "More like sign up today and get 2% cash back turnt." He looks at you. "This doesn't sound like a coupon, miss. Where's the ‘get 5 dollars off’ bullshit?"

"2% cash back turnt? Really?" You furrow your brows at him and hand the coupons to the cashier. "Here. God, maybe you shouldn't be hosting parties with your roommates."

"Maybe not." He holds his bags, even grabbing onto yours as you both walk out to his car. He turns up the radio, the both of you singing along to the songs coming through. When he pulls up to the lot of Edgehill Village, he parks in someone else's marked spot only because it's technically next to your door and he doesn't anticipate to stay long. But honestly, that never goes as planned. He grabs your bag from the trunk, silently following behind you as you unlock your door to an empty suite - just as you expected. Kass was most likely at Jungkook’s, spending the night with Jimin, and you'd be alone for the night. It didn't matter to you though, the peace and quiet was always nice.

"You sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" You nod.

"Yup. It's kind of nice actually." You lean forward onto your bed since it's raised a little higher than usual with bed risers, and open up your laptop. Jungkook sets your Target bag down and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and on your jawline.

"You sure you don't want me to sleep over? Cuddles sound nice."

"It sounds like you want to."

"Only if you want me to." He nuzzles his head against your neck, waiting for your response.

"Kook, please." You chuckle. "If you wanna sleepover, then go ahead."

"Yesssss! I do."

"Well you need to find parking, or else the person that owns that parking spot will be highly upset."

"You got it, captain. Pull up a movie!" He says, dashing out of your room to move his car. He's most likely going to come back in another 5 minutes, being that the only free parking at this time of night is probably on the other end in the gym's lot, or somewhere on the streets [if he got lucky].

And so that 5 minutes sure does go by before Jungkook is breathing heavily when he walks into your room, duffle bag swung over his shoulder with a big, dorky ass smile on his face.

"I'm back!"

"I see." You snort, still going through the movies.

"Hey, let's run through what Hobi taught us first."

"Ugh, I'm so tired though."

"Cooooome on, just once." He pulls you by the hand, his body pressed against yours as his his other arm wraps around your waist. "Please." His puppy dog eyes look down at you, causing you to push him away because fucking hell, that shit makes you weak. Makes the pussy throb just a lil, you know? Christ.

"Only if you watch 10 Things I Hate About You."

"Sure, I don't mind." He pulls up the song on your laptop. The both of you face the mirror in front of you, careful not to hit each other since you had such limited space to fully move around. Running through it once was a full blown lie, being that you both are doing it for almost 5-6 times before you're laughing at how out of breath you already are. You're so out of it and winded by the last time around that you accidentally hit Jungkook in the face, causing him to whine and stumble off to the side.

"Oh shit!" You laugh. "I'm so sorry, Kookie!" You run over to cup his face. "Are you okay? You good?"

"Shit, Y/N. You have a heavy hand." He keeps his hand against his cheek.

"I'm sorry." You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Jungkook being Jungkook, he looks to the side to have his lips meet yours instead. He picks you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around his torso as he sits you on your bed, your hands still cupping his face. And honestly, you really wanted him. You've always wanted him since this whole thing started. God, he was attractive to you - every little thing about Jungkook was a fucking weakness, but you weren't gonna let up first. Not tonight. The scar on his cheek, his soft, fluffy hair, his toned body, his muscular ass arms, the way he held onto you when you both slept, the way he kissed you.

Lord, he was truly going to be the death of you.

Before the kiss could get any deeper, you smile into it and back away, keeping your gaze on the small, dazed smile Jungkook has on his face.

"Can we watch now?" You ask, subtly biting onto your bottom lip.

"Yeah, good idea."

"Actually, after all that, I need to shower first."

"Can I join?" His eyes light up.

"Sit your ass down. You can go after." You laugh as you hop off the bed, grabbing your pajamas for a quick shower. You literally take 10 minutes, walking back into your room with wet hair and an oversized shirt and shorts underneath. Although you had been completely comfortable with Jungkook, the both of you have never really seen each other fully naked like that. Whenever he slept over, you were both always fully clothed. You've seen him hop out of the shower and come in shirtless, but that's probably about it. You start to brush your teeth as he rummages through his emergency duffle bag full of shit that he holds in the trunk of his car, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into after his shower. You already know his ass is gonna use your shampoo for everything because he loves the smell of it and always talks about how good your hair smells.

While waiting for him, you slip yourself under your covers and pull the laptop closer to you, scrolling through your phone aimlessly to see what's new on instagram. Which, is absolutely nothing, so you let out a dissatisfied sigh.

"Ready!" He comes in, tossing his towel aside and shutting off the lights to crawl into your bed with you.

"You smell just like me." You chuckle.

"It's great, isn't it?"

"Your hair isn't bothering you?" You run your hand through his incredibly wet hair as he shakes his head.

"No, I'll be good."

"Okay." He wraps his arm around you to pull you onto his body, the movie already off to a start. As the movie goes on, you find yourself getting sleep as both of your bodies sink deeper into the sheets, Jungkook still not letting you go. The laptop rests on his belly, while your head is on his chest, his heartbeat the one thing putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He's comfortable, just as you are. He's warm, you're warm. He's content, you're content. You drift off to sleep while he continues to watch, knowing your bodies will be pressed tightly against each other in the morning.

"Kook there's so many fucking people here. The cops are gonna come and shut this down quick." Jungkook shrugs.

"Oh well, wasn't my idea." He snorts. "Shot?!" He hands you a shot that you take with ease, feeling like you aren't drunk enough for all this shit and all these people. "Atta girl."

"Yuck, though." You slightly make a sour face as you feel the warmth trickle down your throat and into your stomach.

"Heeeey, whyyyyy do you look so FaMiliaR?" This girl asks Jungkook in a weird, flirty tone, where every other consonant goes up and down. She's obviously really fucking drunk and out of her mind because for one, she definitely goes to the same school as you two, and she has definitely been in class with Jungkook before.

"Oh uh, my name's Justin Bieber. I used to sing from time to time." He says nonchalantly with you furrowing your forehead at him because what kind of response did he just give her?! What did he just tell her? You're so embarrassed that you slowly turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen as you hear him sing One Less Lonely Girl hella out of tune, with the girl completely smitten over his drunk ass.

"Where's Jungkookie?" Kass asks as she sits on Jimin's lap.

"Over there, pretending to be Justin Bieber apparently."

"Oh, nice. You don't come across that often." Jimin says sarcastically. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, stay here tonight, with Kookie." Kass wiggles her eyebrows, her cheek resting on top of Jimin's head. "It's not like that's anything new."

"Um, I'd rather much be back in the dorm."

"That cold, lonely place? When you could be here, in such a pretty apartment with such a pretty boy?" You shake your head at her.

"Unbelievable." You mutter. Suddenly, an incredibly tall man walks into the apartment, reaching about 6'1 and almost hitting the ceiling with his tall ass. You've never seen him before, but he walks in with Hoseok and Namjoon and for whatever reason, you can't peel your eyes off of him. "Woah, who's that?"

"Who's what?" Jungkook finally comes to your side after being Justin Bieber for a good minute or so, his eyes following yours. Who was he and why were you looking at him so intensely?

"That's Kang! You've never met him?" Jimin says, doing a slight nod to greet him as he passes by. Kang and his fine self looks up at you, a small smirk creeping up at the corner of his lips as he continues through to the kitchen behind Hoseok and Namjoon. "He's a transfer and on the basketball team."

"He's fiiiiine." You and Kass swoon over him a bit, Jungkook giving you a look.

"He's alriiiight. I've seen better."

"Shut up, no one asked you." You lightly punch him on the side, making him lightly groan while Jimin and Kass laugh. The rest of the party, you suddenly have a goal to find out more about Kang and see what he's about because you and Jungkook weren't official. You both didn't really know what this was, but one thing you knew for sure was that it wasn't anything exclusive. You wouldn't bring it up, so wouldn't Jungkook - so was this really something all that meaningful?

Whatever, you didn't wanna keep going in circles about it.

Jungkook fucking hates it though, and he's honestly really jealous that you're suddenly trying to be all cute and woo the new, tall, handsome [but he's not really that fucking handsome to Jungkook for christ's sake] basketball player. Jungkook almost wants to mock his every move and how suavé he is, almost looking like a try hard with the way he's leaning against the wall and talking to you.

Wait— he's talking to you?! You were literally right next to him 2 seconds ago.

"What the fuck?" He squints, trying to make sure he's actually looking at you.

"You're so full of shit." Jimin laughs.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you just admit that you like her and stop being childish about it?"

"I don't like her. She's just my bestfriend."

"Um, okay?" Jimin snorts. "When you sleep at her place every chance you get and vice versa? When she has a ton of your shirts and hoodies in her own fucking closet? When you always get so affectionate with her in the dorm? Sure, you don't like her."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, you've done it in front of me and Kass before but you both tried playing it off. I don't understand you two."

"Well, I don't like her. She obviously doesn't either with the way she's trying to be all up on him." Jungkook glares at you, his teeth biting the rim of the cup harshly as he brings it to his lips to take a sip.

"Whatever, I'm just saying dude. Probably better to be straight up about it than not."

"Kaaaaaaay." Jungkook responds sarcastically, trying to play off how butthurt he was right now. Cause yeah, he did fucking like you. He was just scared to admit it though because of reasons like this - the fact that you possibly didn't like him back killed him. The fact that you could possibly be using him to feel wanted, needed. It made his stomach turn.

He just really liked you, and god, did he want to be the one in your bed tonight. Whether or not that ended up in sex, whatever. He just wanted to be the one to touch you, be on you.

Meanwhile, Kang was attractive as hell and ouwee, were you feeling him tonight. You were, you really were - except, you could literally feel the holes Jungkook was burning through you from across the room. You'd occasionally glance over due to how distracting it was, Jungkook literally have no shame with eyeing you, almost glaring at you, from across the apartment.

"Is it too forward if I ask for your number already?" Kang licks his lips, his teeth lightly piercing his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

"No." You smirk at him, taking his phone to put your number in.

"We should kick it soon. I'd love to hang out with you and get to know you better."

"Yeah, just let me know when." You blush, until you're suddenly pulled out of your daze by a loud 'ahem,' the loudest throat-clearing you have ever heard in your life. You turn to see Jungkook making his way back over to the shots, knowing damn well he's calling you over. "See you around?" Kang winks before he tips his cup to you and gives you a single nod.

"Sure thing, cutiepie." You bite onto your bottom lip, making your way over to Jungkook at the shot station, instantly pinching his arm.

"What the fuck?"

"Nobody was calling you over." Jungkook smirks.

"Shut the fuck up, yes you were. I know that was you clearing your throat like that."

"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" He blinks cutely, tilting his head to the side. "Besides, why come over here when you're too busy with your man?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Why in the hell would I be jealous, Y/N? Do you." The words sting you, even though part of you still wants to believe that Jungkook may actually like you. All you can do is sigh and brush it off, placing your cup down in front of him as he pours himself another shot. "You sure?"

"Just give me the damn shot." You say, making it your 7th.

And the 7th turns into 8, 8 turns into 9, 9 turns into 10. And at 10, you're pretty fucking drunk even as the party is starting to die down by the time it's close to 2am. All 10 were a good combination of shots and mixed drinks.

10 drinks.

10 drinks is what it took for you to lay in Jungkook's bed at the end of the night, hands tangled in his fluffy hair as your makeout session intensifies by the minute - all due to this sexual tension, frustration, whatever the hell it was brewing between you two after all this time. The both of you are drunk as hell, and it's pretty evident with the way you can still taste the alcohol on his tongue, both sloppily touching up on each other, kisses getting wetter, clothes coming off like there's no tomorrow.

"Wait, are you sure?" Jungkook says, about to unhook your bra.

"Jungkook, god, just fuck me." You plead drunkily, the room spinning around you. He continues to unhook your bra, tossing it across the room where your other clothes lay, peppering kisses along your neck before licking up a stripe to meet your lips again. He hooks his fingers across the band of your panties, tugging them down and letting them get lost within his sheets. You take this as leverage to tug his boxer briefs down, already stroking his hardened member the moment you come into contact with it. The sad thing is that you both are so fucking drunk, you can't even appreciate the fact that you both are naked in front of each other for the first time ever.

You can't even come to terms with the fact that you both are about to fuck each other and cross that boundary completely.

But, hell, what do you care? You were drunk. You got a cute guy's number. You're getting dick at the end of the night.

"Oh shit, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he feels you stroking him. "Need to feel you." He quickly runs his finger down your fold, slipping in two digits to pump them in and out, quickly prepping you for his dick.

"Hnnng--Kook." You bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes shut close momentarily, your head digging deeper into the pillow the more he tries to stretch you out. "Want you inside of me."

"I got you." He says. You almost whine at the loss of contact until you feel his tip poking at your entrance. He slowly continues to slip himself inside of you, Kook letting out a small groan while your mouth was left open, a soundless moan releasing before you hiss and take in all of him. He fills you up so well, so completely. He was so big that you felt full, bloated, with him being inside of you the way he was.

"Ohhhhhgod." You whimper as he starts to steady his pace, the lewd noises of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy filling his room - god forbid if Jimin or their other roommate Yoongi heard this right now. It would be nothing short of pornographic.

"You're so wet. Is that all for me?" He says, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he begins to aggressively thrust into you.

"Y-yes." You whine.

"Say it again."

"All for you, Kook."

"I fucking thought so." He drunkily responds as one hand grips onto your hips tightly, the other in your hair as he digs his head back into the crook of your neck, his tongue messily licking near your jaw before he nibbles onto your earlobe.

"Hmmmmgggh, Jungkook. Fuck." You moan as you start to work your hips upward into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, causing the pleasure to pool quickly within the pit of your stomach. It causes goosebumps to pierce through the surface of your skin, your hands gripping tighter on his hair. "You're-you're gonna make me cum. Faster." You plead. He does just so, hammering into you, the sound of his hips slamming into yours bouncing off of the walls.

"Ahhh—Y/N." He groans.

"Just like that, just like that, just like that!" You repeat, your clit feeling incredibly stimulated by the way it rubs against his skin while he fucks into you. "Oh shit! Jungkook!" You moan loudly, biting his shoulder as you feel yourself trembling hard in his grip, your orgasm taking over your entire body.

"Shit, shit, shit—Y/N, Shiiiit." He says into your neck, followed by more curses and groans as you feel him coat your walls warmly. He stays inside of you until the both of you come back down to normalcy, your breathing becoming more regulated. He slowly slips himself out, plopping next to you on the bed, but doesn't welcome you into his arms.

The night goes on, the both of you sleeping on your own sides of Jungkook's bed, not really saying a word to each other. Because the both of you, although still pretty drunk, are more aware by the time it's over and it's become so clear how fucked up this got.

You were hurt. Completely hurt. Because you didn't expect Jungkook to just fucking ghost you after that night. You wanted to talk about it, maybe come to the conclusion that you two should just distance yourselves from each other to figure this out, even if it would hurt you a lot to do so.

No.

That morning, Jimin and Kass had to take you back to campus because Jungkook had darted out of his room, nowhere to be seen until later that night. The next week or so, there were no texts, no calls. No visiting your dorm, no asking to sleepover.

Nothing.

Just radio silence, white noise, if you will.

The one thing he could come up with was a stupid response to your text when you finally caved and asked what you did wrong mid-week.

Something along the lines of 'what do you want me to say, Y/N? do you want me to force myself to feel a certain way?'

Followed by a 'i'm sorry, fuck. that came out really wrong' even though you thought it came out perfectly fine. You understood loud and clear.

Even though this wasn't really an exclusive thing, or even a 'thing' if we wanna be straight up, you still couldn't help but feel like Jungkook had just dumped your ass with no explanation and you were still waiting for that explanation to come, whether it would or not. And because of this, you started to see Kang, hangout with him more often. He even took you out on a dinner date and you really enjoyed his company. He seemed genuine, caring, supportive - even if a lot of the basketball boys were the complete opposite. He was different, you liked to think.

And so you stand in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, you and Jungkook awkwardly running through the piece with Hoseok watching, confused as to why all of a sudden the two of you have this weird tension going on. It hasn't entirely ruined the couple piece, but it hasn't brought it together, either. The both of you could barely look at each other, barely get into the movements, the emotions behind the motions. Hoseok had to correct a few things, his 'pah pah pah's' echoing in the room constantly with how many times you and Jungkook had to be set straight for your sloppy steps today.

"Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, cause it's not. But can you both please act like you at least like each other or something? What's going on with you two? You aren't normally like this." Hoseok says, coming down to a crouch in front of the mirrors.

"Nothing, we'll do better. Don't worry." You brush off the entire question with your quick response. Jungkook looks at you, his hands on his hips, lightly frowning at how much you're distancing yourself even though he knows its entirely his fault for running from his feelings and not being honest with you.

"Okay, let's do it from the top." The music starts, you getting into the piece without making any eye contact with Jungkook. Even the steps that cause you to be close and near Jungkook, you look anywhere but his eyes, and your touch is light, trying your hardest not to let any feelings pass through the motion. Hoseok is a little more pleased this time around, but it still doesn't sit right with him, so he lets you two take a break while he heads to the other studio to check on Jimin and the rest of the group.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Jungkook, you don't get to ask me that." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, not sure if he should continue on or not.

"Y/N—"

"Save it, and let's just get this over with, okay? I don't wanna be here just as much as you." Your words cut him deep because dear, you have gotten him completely misunderstood and yet, he still can't speak. He still can't talk about his feelings. He still can't save this even though he wants to, even though he loathes seeing you the way you are with Kang.

"I never said—"

"Kay, ready? Let's run this full out and make it a good one so we can call it for today." Hoseok says, clapping his hands to hype you two up somehow. The music starts and you're finally able to get into the steps. The emotions. And god, it's only because you're so hurt by your own bestfriend. You're hurt that he fucked you so good, and then dipped. You're hurt that he couldn't even face you the day after. You're hurt that after all this time, he made it seem like you still didn't matter enough - at least enough for an explanation, for some kind of reasoning, conversation, behind what just went down between the both of you. Between what has been going down between the both of you.

Besides the stupid ass responses he gave you through text.

You get so into your feelings that you don't even realize you're tearing up by the time the piece is over, and Jungkook catches it even though you face away from him as soon as the music cuts out.

"Nice, okay! That was so much better! Let's pick it up next session, yeah? We'll keep cleaning it up. Thanks guys!" Hoseok says. You immediately head towards the wall, grabbing your things to avoid any confrontation from Jungkook, but he grabs your arm as soon as you slip through the door.

"Y/N, wait. Stop."

"Let me go." You yank your arm from his grip.

"Why are you crying?" He stops in front of you, his hands placed on your arms to prevent you from moving any further.

"I'm not." You blatantly lie while you aggressively wipe away the stragglers coming down.

"Really? Just gonna lie like that?"

"Why do you care? You haven't said shit to me all week." You snap back, and Jungkook is taken aback from the tone in your voice. You remove his hands from your arms, and take one last look at him before shaking your head and walking off.

Next mistake? He doesn't come after you.

This was a waste of fucking time. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you hurt like this.

You let out a deep sigh before clutching onto your things and walking back to your dorm. The walk from the gym/fitness center was damn near on the other end of campus compared to your dorm. It would be a good 10 minute walk if you really took your time. A good 10 minutes to ponder on your thoughts.

Yes, you liked Jungkook. You really liked him. Having sex with him solidified those feelings even more. How could you not have feelings for your bestfriend after all the moments you've shared? Was it your fault for assuming that? Was it your fault for walking through that door when it seemed to be completely open for you?

"Sup." Kang comes out of nowhere, pulling you out of your thoughts. He swings his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to his body.  "Just got out of practice?"

"Sure did." You give him a toothless smile. Yes, he was attractive as hell. He always will be. But, even with the time you spent together, the date he took you on, he still couldn't make you feel the way Jungkook has been able to make you feel.

"How was it?"

"Um, it was alright. Nothing new really, just cleaning up the piece before the show. You're going right?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He smiles down at you. "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but there's another party tonight."

"A party? It's Wednesday." You snort.

"Yeah, I mean, one of the boys on the Lacrosse team is throwing it at his family house because his parents will be gone. Wanna come? I'll pick you up. We don't have to stay for long." You looked at your watch.

"What time is it at?"

"Like 9ish?" Enough time for you to shower and get a quick dinner in your belly. Why the hell not? You were caught up for the week. You didn't have any pressing assignments that were due asap.

"Sure. I'll come."

"Cool. See you later then?" He says, about to part ways with you. You simply give him a nod before walking deeper into Edgehill village. You hoped you wouldn't regret this tonight, and you really hoped he meant it when he said you two didn't have to stay for long. You drag yourself into your room, seeing Kass' door wide open, revealing her packing up her duffle bag.

"Hey, where are you headed during the middle of the week?"

"My two classes got cancelled for tomorrow so me and Jiminie are heading out for a mini getaway for our anniversary." You cross your arms and smile. "He's just gonna catch up on shit when we get back I guess." She laughs.

"That sounds cute. I hope you have loads of fun this weekend, babe."

"What are you gonna do?" Kass and Jimin were obviously aware of everything happening between you and Jungkook being that they had to be the ones to take you home. They never pressed on it though, knowing you both were still pretty upset about how things were playing out. They figured you two would eventually work it out, but until then, they would just sit back and keep their mouths shut. You two were being completely stubborn, but it wasn't their relationship to fix.

"Well, there's this party Kang wants to take me to tonight."

"The Lacrosse party? Messy." She laughs. "Be careful, but also have fun, yeah? I still don’t know if I trust him.”

"Yeah I know."

"Tell me how it goes!"

"I will." You wave her off as you head into your room and shut the door. You figured you would just grab dinner on campus to avoid spending more money than you should; after all, dinner seemed to be pretty bomb tonight. You didn't mind going alone, sometimes Namjoon would join you, asking for you to bring him a plate of food while he does the hard job of sneaking inside the cafeteria through the back door. He usually waits for you at a free table and ends up staying there to have dinner with you, updating you on how life has been, how school has been. Sometimes Hoseok would join you, too. Either way, you didn't mind if no one joined. It was nice to have dinner by yourself from time to time.

You get there on time to be able to grab some food, eat quietly and head out before the cafeteria gets way too busy for your liking. You slip into the shower and throw on a mini skirt, a crop top and a denim jacket, lightly fluffing your hair in the mirror and adding a dab of lip gloss to your lips before Kang is calling you to tell you he's outside your dorm. He's wearing something similar to your color palette, however, you don't make much out of it since this also wasn't really an exclusive thing and you sure as hell weren't going around telling people you and Kang had a thing going on.

To him, you two might be a thing. You've definitely overheard people talking about you two in passing.

To you though, you two definitely weren't. And it was a big fuck you to Jungkook for that.

The house is packed from end to end already, and you're surprised being that it has barely hit 10 minutes since the party was expected to take off. Kang is having to park down the hill, allowing you to hop onto his back for a quick piggy back ride up until you reach the front of the house. There's people already fucked up out on the lawn [you figured they fucked themselves over during their pre-game session cause that shit really happens from time to time], either laying there drunkily or yacking on a free patch of grass.

Gross.

Messy, indeed.

Some people are posted, smoking blunts and offering it to people who were passing by. You and Kang both pass up on it, the idea of not knowing where it has been not sitting right with you. You both head straight to the bottles, taking shots and downing mixed drinks to chase it with so that you can catch up with majority of the crowd. Kang has his arm around your shoulder throughout the night, keeping you close to him, even when he's getting pretty drunk. You realize he's a little more handsy than usual, a little more touchy than you expected him to be. It doesn't bother you for a minute, until he really tries to hike up your skirt while you sit on his lap. You gently shoo his hand away, playing it off while he nuzzles his head against your neck.

"Let's go upstairs, babe." He says, the pet name sounding incredibly off coming from him. Maybe you were drunk, maybe you really just weren't in the mood. It just didn't sound cute, if that even makes sense?

"Okay." You respond stupidly, not wanting to cause a scene at a lacrosse party. You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads the way up the stairs, eyeing the doors as they come into view. He leans forward towards each door, making sure it's clear before opening it. You assume he finally finds one that he's satisfied with when you catch the small smirk that grows at the corner of his lips when he turns the door knob and brings you inside. He pulls you into a deep, rough kiss, one that doesn't even allow you to breathe and process what the fuck is even going on. You can't get into it for the life of you, no matter how hard you try to back away. "Wait, wait."

"What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" He says, kissing down your neck as he drops his jacket to the floor. He gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands traveling up your skirt as you lay there trying to push him off.

"Wait, stop." He doesn't listen. He continues until his hands are literally hooking onto your panties, his finger swiping down your clothed folds. You try fighting him off, but he's way stronger than you. He continues to be aggressive, forcefully trying to shove your panties down until you muster up all the energy you have to finally push him off of you completely. "Stop!"

"What the fuck? I thought you wanted this?"

"Who the hell said that?"

"Are you serious? The way that you're dressed and the way that you look at me. The way you approached me at your friend's party - isn't it all because of this? Because you wanted me? Why are you backing out now?"

"Jesus, get over yourself." You stand, fixing your skirt back down. He furrows his brows at you before his hand grips your arm tightly, shoving you against the wall.

"The fuck, you can't just leave without giving me anything. I brought you here to this party."

"Let me go! You're fucking sick. No one even told you I wanted this to go down. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get yourself together and stop assuming every pussy is yours to take." He attempts to pin you, his hand holding up both of your hands against the wall while the other tries to pull up your skirt. Someone accidentally opens the door, distracting him and giving you leverage to shove him off and get the fuck away. You dart down the steps, fixing your skirt as you head outside and away from the house.

Fuck, you're far from campus. And Kass and Jimin aren't around.

God.

You groan and run your hand through your hair as you continue to walk down the hill and into the neighborhood to get as far away as possible from that house and that gross ass dude. He was literally just like the rest of the basketball team. You've heard stories and they weren't nice. Looks like he was trained well already, and that shit was sad. What a waste. A beautiful human being with such a nasty, sick mindset. You hoped other girls hadn't fallen for his shit.

Ugh, it sends shivers down your spine. Bad shivers.

"Hello? Y/N?"

"Kook, can you come pick me up please?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?"

"I'll drop my location. Please hurry." You say, looking back to make sure your coast was clear. You drop the pin into your text thread with Jungkook and sit on the curb until his arrival. It's getting pretty chilly out, and the denim jacket you're wearing fails to provide you with the warmth you're looking for. Sooner or later, Jungkook is pulling up, damn near hopping out before he can shift the gear into park.

"You okay? What happened?" He says, opening the door for you before rushing over to the driver's seat.

"Nothing, can we just go back to your place?" He nods silently, and doesn't press any further after hearing your tone. He watches from his peripherals how you fiddle with your fingers and constantly reach to pull your skirt down even though he doesn't think there's any other way you could pull it down even more. He watches as he parks the car on the curb in front of his apartment how you simply undo your seatbelt and hop out to walk straight into his apartment. He watches as you welcome yourself into his closet and pick out some clothes for you to change in.

You were hurt, and his blood boils thinking about who could've done this and what they could have possibly done.

I mean, no. He knows who did this, but the question was what exactly did he try?

He hears the shower turn on, then quickly get turned off after a good 5 minutes. You had stepped in for a quick body shower, using Jungkook's bodywash just to rid yourself of feeling gross. Feeling gross from being shoulder to shoulder all night long, people breathing down your neck. Kang touching you inappropriately. You slip into Jungkook's clothes, his scent wrapping around you entirely. When you head back into the room, Jungkook has his headset back on as he faces his computer, logging back onto his game of League of Legends. You silently toss your dirty clothes to the side of his room, making a mental note to grab it tomorrow morning and toss it straight into the laundry.

Straight into a fire, perhaps. But you loved those clothes so much, it was unfortunate it'd have such a horrible memory to go with it.

Jungkook slowly removes his headset again and removes himself from his game before he heads over and sits on the edge of his bed. You simply look at him, pursing your lips tightly together to prevent yourself from crying.

But he can tell.

"What happened Y/N?" The question triggers you, making you cry into your hands as he sits there, dumbfounded and worried at how he can fix this and make you feel better. "Look, you don't have to tell me all the details but please tell me how I can help. At least tell me if I need to beat Kang's ass." He says, pulling you into his arms.

"He tried to fucking take advantage of me." You mumble as you remove your face from your hands.

"He did what?" He manages to ask even though he has a hard time swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He already assumed you had placed him in the same category as Kang even though he never intended to take advantage of you. He really took that night as something special [even drunk], and he never meant to make you feel like you were a used object. Not like Kang.

"He-he," You sniffed. "He tried to force me into having sex with him. He took me upstairs at that lacrosse guy's party or whoever the hell it even was, and he started to aggressively kiss me. And then he tried to force my panties down and touch me there, and—"

"Okay, please don't go on or else I'll literally go over there and tear his ass apart right now. I promise you." He says sternly, his jaw clenching tightly. "God, fuck. I'm so sorry Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf but fuck, you didn't deserve that." He uses his sweater to wipe your tears.

"I don't even know why I'm crying, this shit isn't even worth it." You groaned. "It's just overwhelming to process, I guess."

"That's okay." He says, letting out a sigh as he brushes his hand through your hair and continues to wipe the stragglers falling from your eyes. "Anything I can get you right now?"

"No, I'm probably just gonna go to bed." He nods. "Thank you for picking me up."

"Of course. You know I'll always be there." He says. You slip yourself into his sheets, watching as he makes his way back to his desk. But fuck, the only thing you needed right now was him. You didn't want this distance anymore, and you just wanted to be comforted in true Jungkook fashion.

"Wait."

"Hm?" He hums as he has a hand placed on the  head of his chair while he turns to you.

"Can you just lay with me?"

"Yeah." He says, shutting off his computer before making his way over to you in the dark. You feel him slip in next to you, his arm snaking around your shoulders so he can pull you close and onto his chest. "Better?"

"Yeah." You say, shutting your eyes as you listen to his heart beat.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"I never meant to take advantage of you, or make you feel like I used you that one night." Silence. "It was dumb of me, but I just— I had trouble coming to terms with my feelings. I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, but I thought fuck it, at least you would know, right?"

"What are you talking about, Kook?" You ask, close to a whisper.

"I'm saying that I really fucking like you, Y/N. No, that's not right." He curses himself. "I-I uh, I'm in love with you. And I don't know if I messed this up already with the way I acted, god I hope not, but you at least deserve to know that I truly do value you and that you mean alot to me. That night, even though we were pretty plastered, it meant a lot to me. It was more than just sex and I'm sure you felt that too." He waits for your response as his fingers rake through your hair. "Please say something, anything."

"I feel the same way, Jungkook. You're an idiot for running off, but I couldn't even stay mad at you. You just know how to hit my soft spots and I can never say no to it. Can never turn my back on it." He presses a kiss against the top of your head.

"Fuck, I'm really glad to hear that cause I don't know what I would have done besides cry if you rejected me." You playfully hit his chest.

"You're annoying." You jokingly say as you chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you."

"It's okay." You look up to press your lips against his before laying back down.

"And Kang better be fucking glad you're pressed against my body right now because I'm still looking to beat his ass."

"He's not even worth it." Is the last thing you say before you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep, in the comfort of Jungkook's arms.

"You two feeling okay? Nervous?" You and Jungkook shake your heads. "Good, you guys got this. You've been looking amazing during practice, the audience will love you two, no doubt. Just remember to show emotions through expressions and hit every beat sharply." Hoseok nods in unison with the both of you.

"Got it, thanks Hobi." You smile at him toothlessly. You and Jungkook patiently waited for your turn backstage, the talent show already off to a wild and fun start. So many students came by to showcase their talents - from beatboxing, open mic, freestyling [like Yoongi did], dancing, singing, you name it. It was always a fun time at the talent show, and it was always nice to see people getting love for the shit they loved to do.

"You're up next." Hoseok says. "I'll be in the front row. Kick ass and have fun!" He says as he rushes off towards the opposite end to head back out to his seat in the theater.

"Ready?" Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take.

"I think so." You playfully respond as the backstage crew is rushing out the previous talent and rushing you two in to take your places on stage. The lights pick up as soon as the music starts, Kang's big ass head already in full view for you. He's definitely not smiling, no, he has a look of pure disgust because he simply couldn't get what he wanted from you.

And boy, who's fault was that? Not yours, no sir. It was his fault for thinking he had it like that.

But anyways, you're feeling the music, you're feeling the piece because you're dancing with your bestfriend and there wasn't this grey area anymore. It was easier to get into the motions, to get into the feeling, especially when things felt right between the two of you.

And God, what else is more attractive than Jeon Jungkook hitting his 8 counts so smoothly, with just enough umph to make it pop but make it pop cleanly.

Yo, please. I beg. Send some help. You could literally melt on stage.

The moments where Jungkook has to be close to you, where he has to touch you - you let him, and you touch him with meaning. You don't stray away this time because you have no reason to. The crowd is cheering, lots of 'ou's' and 'aw's' erupting from various places in the theater.

"Pretty lady." Jungkook whispers in your ear as the move requires his hands to be placed on your hips for a quick moment. You hear him slightly singing along to the song as he parts from you, causing you to blush.

Sooner or later, the couple piece is over and the song is transitioning to Jimin's piece, you and Jungkook rushing off the stage so the next group can take their positions. Jimin wanted to test his limits, creating a piece a little different than his usual taste - Chris Brown's Came to Do begins blaring through the theater speakers. You immediately jump into Jungkook's arms once you both reach backstage, the both of you immensely happy and pumped that you got through the piece without messing up one step or beat. It went so smoothly that Hoseok was standing in the front row, clapping and cheering in typical Hoseok fashion. You intertwine your fingers with his, slipping through the side door to catch Jimin's piece on stage. You and Jungkook are cheering them on, always impressed by the shit your friends can come up with. You both loved dancing, but you couldn't even imagine coming up with your own pieces to teach people.

That night after the show, everyone heads to a nearby restaurant for dinner with everyone. You all take up almost an entire section of the restaurant, splitting two long tables to accommodate the entire group with doubled the waitresses to take your orders. You settle for water, splitting an abnormally huge and filled deep dish pizza with Jimin, Kass and Jungkook. It was a good day, a good night, everyone at the table happily eating and chatting it up over dinner. You turn down any drinks because to be honest, drinks lowkey make you queasy just from the thought of how much you drank at Jungkook's apartment, plus the added bonus of that party Kang took you to. Jungkook declines as well, knowing he has to drive you back safely.

Jimin and Kass head back to the apartment because Yoongi says he's gonna hang out with Joon And Hoseok for a bit, and they warn you and Jungkook that things may get loud so the both of you decide to really stick to the plan of bringing you back to the dorm. Jungkook does his usual routine of dropping you off first before finding parking around campus. You hop in the shower and come out in Jungkook's oversized crewneck that he left in your closet, forgoing the shorts because you certainly thing that at this point, he'd love to see you in his sweater and panties.

And he does. He smiles as he pulls you close, his hands traveling up your sweater, only to find out that you literally don't have shit on besides some cute little boyshorts. He feels himself hardening in his pants quick because he's incredibly attracted to you and everything about you, always has been, always will be.

"You did amazing tonight." He says, gently kissing your forehead.

"You did too, partner." He gives you a slightly shocked look.

"Is that all I am to you? Your dance partner?"

"Yeah, why? Were you expecting more?" You joke as you smile up at him.

"Yeah, I was."

"Oh?" He gently swoops you up into his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he sits you on the bed, his hands resting on your thighs while you continued to hold him around the neck. "Care to tell me what you were expecting?"

"Well, you know, my best friend—" He presses a kiss against your lips, thumbs gently rubbing circles against your hips. "My girlfriend."

"Hm, say that again?" Your fingers are gently playing with the ends of his hair, your lips barely grazing his.

"My girlfriend." He says closed to a whisper, kissing you softly. The kiss deepens quick, Jungkook's tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to take it further. You gladly take it and let him in, your tongues instantly fighting for dominance. Your fingers travel up his hair, tugging ever so slightly just to let him know you want more. That you need more.

And he gets that.

His fingers hook onto the band of your boyshorts, tugging them down and letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor. He breaks the kiss momentarily, his brown, puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours.

"Hey." He says, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Hm?"

"I know I said the last time was special, and it was. It is." He corrects himself. "But, I wanna do right by you this time around. So, is it okay if I keep going? Are you comfortable?" He asks properly, since the two of you are both sober and perfectly coherent, aware of your surroundings and the fact that you'll be seeing each other fully naked in a few minutes.

"Yes." You respond. "Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you. This." He simply nods, bringing his lips back onto yours. His hands climb up your sweater and gently gives your breasts a good squeeze, earning a small moan from the both of you. His other hand begins to travel down to your pussy, two long fingers slowly probing your entrance and causing your breathing to hitch.

"You okay?" He asks lowly. You nod, biting onto your bottom lip as you tilt your head back and rest on your hands, no longer able to keep up with the kiss due to all the pleasure starting to pile up deep in your core. Jungkook starts of slow, his head now buried into the crook of your neck as he works his digits upward, tickling at the right spot.

"Ohhhh, Kook." You mewl as his tongue swipes across the surface of your neck, biting gently beneath your jaw. He begins to pick up the pace, the sounds of him finger fucking you filling up the room entirely.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groans into your neck.

"I'm gonna cum." You whine, teeth almost piercing through your bottom lip in between your whimpers.

"Need to taste you." He removes his fingers and sinks down in between your thighs, gripping onto them and pulling you just a teensy bit more off the edge of the bed so he can get a good angle. The sight of his eyes looking up at you in between your legs is to die for, and the sight alone is enough to make you cum. But, you hold on, you ride out for a little longer - feeling Jungkook's tongue swipe in and out of your folds before he's sucking endlessly on your clit.

"Ahhh, fuck, wait, Jungkook!" He slightly smiles while eating you out, signaling that he's not stopping even if you beg him to. "Hnnng—shit!" You moan loudly as you feel yourself toppling over the edge, your body shaking in Jungkook's grip. You twitch every time he continues to suck gently on your sensitive nub, letting you ride out the rest of your high. He comes back up to your lips, the taste of your own cum lingering on it as you kiss him deeply.

"You taste so good." He says, back to twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

"Wanna feel you." You fiddle with his jeans, undoing his belt and sliding the rest down as much as you could. Jungkook gets out of his shirt and tosses it aside before helping get the sweater above your head. His eyes glow at the sight of your bare body in front of him, wanting to do nothing but please you and please you well.

"God, you're so perfect." He places kisses down your collarbone, to the surface of your breasts before quickly swirling his tongue around your perked buds. You moan as you tug down onto his boxer briefs, immediately stroking his hardened member while he tended to you. Jungkook was a fucking beauty himself - his soft hair, his perfectly toned body, his long 'thick in all the right places' dick.

"Please." You plead. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, causing Jungkook's breathing to hitch when you slightly tighten your grip at the base of his shaft. He gently pushes your hand aside to take over, lining himself up at your entrance. He inserts the tip, watching your eyes roll to the back of the head as he slowly sinks into you.

"Mmmmmgod." He moans. "So tight for me, baby. So fucking wet and tight." He repeats, close to a growl. Your moaning begins to pick up, matching the pace of his thrusting. You're still on the edge of the bed, Jungkook keeping you steady by gripping your thighs tightly. He marvels at the sight of your titties bouncing up and down with every thrust, hissing and shutting his eyes momentarily to keep himself grounded and to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Cause god, he can literally blow any second now.

"Jungggggkooook, yessssss!" You moan loudly, whining even at this point with how good he feels fucking into you at such a fast pace. You're feeling slightly sore already from him hammering into you, but nonetheless, it builds more pleasure for you and you want nothing but to reach your high again. "I-I'm coming!" Jungkook moans in unison with you when he feels your walls pulsating against his cock.

"Such a good girl for me." He says, slowing his pace. The creamy sounds of Jungkook's cock slipping inside and out is music to the both of your ears. He finally gains the courage to remove himself, sitting next to your spot on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap. You swing a leg over, your hands resting on the nape of his neck while you sink yourself lower onto his length. Your mouth opens to let out a moan, but the best you can do is let out a hiss. It feels too fucking good that you can't even process it thoroughly. Jungkook pushes your lips down onto his by grabbing your neck, his other hand guiding the movement of your hips as you roll into him.

"Mmmggg—Jungkook." You whimper in between kisses. "You feel so fucking good, god. You're gonna make me cum again."

"Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over me. It's yours." He grunts, his hands guiding you to work him faster. Your movements are getting sloppier, and you feel your wetness starting to coat his pelvis. He doesn't give a fuck though, and neither do you. This shit feels too good for you to worry about the mess you're making on him.

"Cum with me please." He moans at the sound of you whispering into his ear.

"Faster, baby." He says, almost making you cry at how awfully close you are to unraveling. You tug onto his hair, your head buried deep into his neck as you try and suck onto the surface, trying to find an outlet, some kind of release, until you let go. You suck harshly as you coat his cock with your cum, leaving a purple mark right at the base of his neck. You continue to ride out your high, rolling your hips sloppily as Jungkook finally lets himself go, his moan bouncing off of your walls as his seed fills you up warmly.

You stay in your position, slowly raising your head to cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply once more.

"Fuck, I love you." He says slightly pulling away.

"I love you too." You giggle.

"Didn't actually need any drinks to do this now, did we?" Jungkook jokes, softly pinching your hip.

"Shut up."

"Damn, you both couldn't even at least try to be quiet?!" Jimin yells from outside the door.

[rotisseries]

i have no idea what scriptgate is and im too scared to ask anyone else pls pls explain bestie

oh god. this is how I know you don't look at all my posts (which is fair) but basically. there's this website 8flix that has LOTS of tv and movie scripts, including some stranger things ones. so byler fandom LOVES analyzing the scripts, bc they include like stage directions, and characters inner thoughts and stuff sometimes, and we've gotten some nice wins out of that, ("will isn't looking at the cute girl, he's looking at mike" you will always be famous)

so midway through july the dear billy script was being given out to donors, and it had some interesting stuff in it, so everyone went nuts and wanted the rest of them, so it's then announced we'll be getting the papa script on august 1st, again, only to donors. cool.

And then, it gets pushed back, to august 5th, last friday, (I can't believe it's already been a week) so this guy (nick) is making cryptic tweets about 4 chimes eastern time or whatever, and we all pick up that the script will be getting emailed out at about 4 pm est, and he's also been interacting with bylers a lot specifically and hyping it up bc we make up like 95% of the donors, and it's already been decided that those who are paying will immediately screenshot the important bits and post them, so comes 4 o'clock, and we're all refreshing the byler tag like crazy, but it's not out immediately. and at first we're like, yeah ok, this guy has to send the emails, AND then people have to post screenshots, so we'll wait a bit.

but then it's been an hour.

and then two hours.

and then three.

next thing we know, comes the announcement that he's having technical difficulties, and it will be released on saturday instead. same time. so saturday comes.

and we wait.

and we wait.

nothing.

here comes the announcement that YET AGAIN technical difficulties, he's going to work through the night, it will be emailed out sometime on sunday, but to hold us over, he posts a screenshot of a snippet of the van scene, which is what we all REALLY wanted to see. (the man knows his audience)

it includes the line "his [will's] own words cut deeply to the core. I hate who I am" as you can expect. sends the fandom into an ABSOLUTE frenzy. then, at like 6 in the morning, the full script drops, we spend all of sunday analyzing it to hell and back. we're finally happy. moments of peace.

then comes monday.

the twitter account for the stranger things writer's room says, and I quote, "PSA: any "leaked" season 4 scripts or script pages are FAKE. Do not pay anyone for scripts as this is a SCAM" (they also say that they'll start posting official script snippets of whatever we want to see)

so now we're all really confused? they didn't explicitly mention 8flix, but what else could they be referring to? #bylerscript has been trending on twitter for days now. but why didn't they mention it sooner? why didn't they say anything about pursuing legal action? why did people get copyright strikes for posting the 8flix scripts online? and 8flix looked legit? it's been running for years, it has thousands of scripts, and it's considered a valid resource for multiple ivy league film courses.

people are sending nick death threats, the mi|evens are laughing at us saying they knew it was a scam the whole time, all social media is a hellfire.

nick claims and continues to claim that if the scripts are fake, he didn't know it and also must've gotten fucked over by his source, I believe him, but his and 8flix's reputation is ruined now.

come wednesday. stranger writers twitter account runs a Twitter poll asking what we want to see. among the options is the van scene, we all vote for it, even though we think it's likely that they'll edit it before showing it to us, if there's even any evidence in there, and that option wins, we are now waiting for them to post it.

[silverfoxlou]

Louis Tomlinson shares hot take on One Direction: “The first album was shit”

NME, August 2nd 2022

Tomlinson is currently gearing up to release his second album as a solo artist.

In a new interview, Louis Tomlinson shared his opinion on One Direction’s first studio album, 2011’s ‘Up All Night’, revealing that he’s not particularly fond of it after 11 years.

Last Monday (July 25), Tomlinson appeared as a co-host on the Australian radio station Nova FM’s program Smallzy’s Surgery, where in the opening moments of the episode, he pointed out that One Direction had formed exactly 12 years earlier.

When the show’s primary host, Kent ‘Smallzy’ Small joked that he was “late to the party”, having first interviewed the boy band in 2012, Tomlinson quipped back that “the first album was shit anyway”.

‘Up All Night’ was released in November of 2011, and although it earned a mixed reception from critics, it became a global smash hit. With the singles ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ (which has a cumulative 31 Platinum certificates between six countries), ‘Gotta Be You’ and ‘One Thing’, the album peaked at Number One on charts in seven regions (as well as Number Two in the UK), and racked up a total of 22 Platinum certificates across seven countries.

The album remains One Direction’s most successful, with each of their subsequent four albums – the most recent of which was 2015’s ‘Made In The A.M.’, which arrived a year before the band announced their indefinite hiatus – selling less copies than its predecessor.

Tomlinson appeared on Smallzy’s Surgery to plug his current world tour, which wraps up with a trio of sold-out dates in Italy at the start of September. Have a listen to his full episode below:

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Elsewhere in the chat, Tomlinson spoke about his upcoming second solo album, which is yet to be formally detailed. Hyping it up, he told Smallzy: “I’ve enjoyed [making this album] 20 times more than the first album.

“I think there’s still pressure for me to deliver a good record but there was just so many different opinions on the first album and me trying to find my feet coming out of a band the size of One Direction. So I feel like I’ve been able to look at this record with a bit more clarity.”

Tomlinson’s first solo effort was 2020’s ‘Walls’, which earned a three-star review from NME’s Ella Kemp. There, she wrote that “the album’s Oasis-imitating title track indicates his headstrong ambition, the neat major-minor key changes just about sophisticated enough to pull at your heartstrings”.

“He’s perhaps taking the time to find himself properly before launching into a boisterous future,” Kemp continued. “He may be looking back on what he loved – both the history he helped make and the one that shaped him – before rebuilding something new. There are the foundations here for a rewarding future.”

Link to tweet

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The headline is annoying as hell, but the article itself isn’t awful? It does spend too much time talking about UAN but actually provides context to the comment about it. It also includes the correct quotes about his second album and mentions that he wrapped up a world tour. Not that it matters though because how many people are going to actually read the whole thing after seeing that headline.

[flaticeball]

let’s talk about good faith: why the dadonov trade-that-wasn’t mess is not vegas’s fault, no matter what all the tweets say

okay. hello! i don’t know if anyone’s going to read this but i need to put my feelings somewhere and i like explaining things. for some personal context: i am not a lawyer. what i am however is partway through law school, in possession of a previous legal degree, and some work experience in the field. i want to be clear about where i’m speaking from. i am also a fan of the vegas golden knights. i’m a fan of a lot of teams, and vegas is not what i’d call my top team, but i do like them quite a bit, and i want to be transparent about that. however, this is not me speaking as a vgk fan. this is me speaking as a legal professional in training, and somebody who’s done a lot of research over the last year on contracts, sports and entertainment law, and business law.

this post includes, because it got too long NOT to put under a cut for the sake of anyone who follows me: summary of current facts, review of the obligations and policies at play, and an explanation of why the vegas golden knights bear nearly or absolutely no culpability for this cluster. special thanks and credit to @himbeaux-on-ice, as we’ve talked about a lot of this stuff over the last few days, which helped clarify what i’m saying here, and who made some of the mentioned points to me initially. 

first, for a brief summary of the facts as we currently know them to be:

evgenii dadonov has, as part of his contract, a modified no-trade clause, consisting of an up to 10 team list he cannot be traded to. while this was initially the focus of some debate, is has now been proven that he or someone representing him filed his m-ntc list correctly and on time this season, in compliance with the terms of his contract.

these lists are filed with the team and not with the league or with any central official database.

dadonov was traded from the ottawa senators to the vegas golden knights in july 2021.

while not much has been officially verified on this front, it is currently reported by elliotte friedman that on the phone call confirming the trade between ottawa and vegas, both the golden knights and the league itself were led to believe that dadonov’s no-trade clause was void. i do not believe and i am not claiming the senators front office in any way did this deliberately and maliciously. it is my personal view, based on the most likely scenario, that this was a massive mistake on their part that is - all love to the senators players and fans, you have a lovely team - characteristic of the sort of competence people who pay attention to hockey have come to expect from pierre dorion and company. fwiw, the senators and the league have both declined to comment at this point on this allegation. 

on monday, the 21st of march, the 2021/2022 nhl trade deadline, the vegas golden knights and the anaheim ducks agreed to a deal that, among other things, would send dadonov and his cap hit - which is crucial for vegas right now as they approach playoffs with several key roster pieces on LTIR - to the ducks.

the trade was eventually officially announced and it seemed for a minute that was that. then, as questions were being asked about dadonov having a m-ntc by people who either remembered this from the senators, looked it up on capfriendly, or otherwise were somehow aware, it all got real confusing real fast.

over the last two days there has been a lot of back and forth as more and more of the details above were discussed and reported on and confirmed to varying degrees of certainty, and the ultimate resolution is now that the trade has been voided and dadonov will remain on the vgk roster. 

now we’re gonna talk about who had the obligation to do what here and what expectations existed of those involved.

foremost obviously the most aggrieved party here is evgenii dadonov. he fulfilled his obligations to file his list on time and correctly. he has done his job. his rights need to be protected. the result here, where the trade has been voided, is - let me be ABSOLUTELY clear - the only possible correct solution to this situation. his obligation was to file his list. he fulfilled it. end of story.

now, regarding that phone call between ottawa and vegas. i have seen a LOT of people say, with varying degrees of ‘being an asshole about it’ that vegas should have, or was obligated to somehow verify or back up the information presented to them on that call by the senators. “why didn’t they do their due diligence!” “why didn’t they follow up on that!” “why didn’t they talk to dadonov about it!” “why didn’t they check capfriendly, it was clearly posted THERE that he had one!”

here’s where the concept of good faith comes into it. there’s an absolutely crucial concept in all of law and the legal world but especially contracting and business called “good faith,” which basically means “you’re trying to get the best outcome for you and im trying to get the best outcome for me but we are not trying to screw each other and we’re doing it with our cards on the table.” if vegas were told by the senators there was no valid clause in play, they would not only reasonably believe it, to look into it farther without any actual evidence it was faulty information would imply they believed the senators were negotiating in bad faith.

at a base level, an nhl team acting in good faith and expecting other teams to also be acting in good faith, would expect the other party in a trade to be: 1. competent, 2. telling the truth, 3. providing the full contract of the player at question. at no point would it make sense, from either a practical and logical or an inter-team relations standpoint, for a team to investigate the terms reported by another team on an official three-way phone call with the national hockey league laying out the specifics of the contract involved in a trade deal.

the ‘due diligence’ of the vegas golden knights in this situation was to participate in that phone call the way they do every other trade phone call. it was to receive the necessary information from the senators and consider that information when dealing with their player’s contract. they were not the ones dadonov negotiated that contract with, so neither they nor the player himself had any reason to go over the details of it together. they inherited the contract with him, it was not their contract. also, when the trade came up, according to their records it would then have shown he had no moving issues, as per the call with ottawa. they had no reason to verify this with dadonov. dadonov, conversely, had every reason to expect that his contract had been correctly transferred with his list correctly noted, and so there would have been no reason for him or his agent to contact the front office about it.

as to why they didn’t check capfriendly, i don’t know how to explain this in a way that doesn’t sound condescending but. capfriendly is an unaffiliated, external website run by stats and roster building nerds. it’s a wonderful, amazing, unbelievably cool and reliable resource but at the end of the day: if i am an nhl team, on the phone with another nhl team on an official trade record call with the league, and they tell me something is true, not only am i not going to follow up on it without indication i need to, i am also not going to take capfriendly’s word over theirs.

in short: this is not vegas’s fault. they had no obligation to assume another nhl team was misrepresenting a contract in an official trade call, and it would’ve been bad business if they did assume that. they were definitely not knowingly disregarding his no-trade list, that would be stupid and they’d know they’d be caught immediately. would love if everyone would think for 5 minutes past ‘gold team bad >:(’

[tilynation]

Halloween (2016) (Revisited)

I’m writing in response to some questions about my Halloween post from last week. Let me start by saying anyone can believe whatever they want. I have always said that. There are some people that believe very strongly in Taylor/Joe. That’s great. You have evidence to support it and you are in a good position. There are some people who enjoy gaylor theories and analysis. That’s great. There is evidence to support it. These worlds can coexist. I’ll respond in Q&A format below to the questions that have been asked.

I’ll also add that the primary subject of my Halloween post was Lily, her four changes of clothes at Taylor’s place that night, and the fact that she felt comfortable enough to leave clothes at Cornelia Street. She was at the Cornelia Street townhouse several times that month and probably knew she would be back. My comment about whether Joe was at the Halloween party was secondary. My blog is focused on gaylor things, Tily, Lily, and some other women Taylor may have been involved with at some point. It’s not a Joe blog or a Taylor/Joe shipping blog. Joe is occasionally brought up when I see gaylors have questions about some things.

Was there a typo on the photo I posted of Joe at the Taiwanese premiere of Billy Lynn?

No. The photo I posted was from Alamy and was taken by Imagine China. Alamy is like Getty. It’s photos and data are used and accepted internationally in the publishing, fashion, and entertainment worlds. It posted digital photos and published its data for the photos. There are several photos of Joe in Taipei at his premiere on Alamy dated November 1, 2016. They appear to be the red carpet and cast intro photos. There are also several photos from the premiere dated November 2 taken by Reuters and Getty.

Here are six photos of Joe in Taipei from Alamy dated November 1:

When did the premiere take place November 1, November 2, or were there two premieres?

November 2. My post said that and the photo I posted from the premiere said that also. There were not two premieres.

So why is some photo data from November 1 and some from November 2?

The tweet and timestamp below likely clears up the confusion - the premiere appears to have started around 3:00 a.m. Pacific time on November 2. That’s 6:00 a.m. NYC time and 6:00 p.m. in Taiwan. That makes sense.

Could Joe have been at Taylor’s Halloween party and still made it to the Taiwanese premiere?

Yes. My post states that. But it’s improbable and if it did happen it was risky for a professional actor to risk missing or being late to his premiere if there were delays with any of the flights. From NYC to London to Taipei is 22 hours (almost a full day) not considering any down time, layovers, or delays.

Did my post leave out the assumption that Joe could have flown out of NYC in the early morning of November 1?

No. My post specifically assumes that Joe flew out of NYC in the early morning on November 1. That matches the assumption of the people who track Taylor’s jet.

Why don’t I think Joe was at the Halloween party?

There is no evidence that he was there. There are no photos or videos. There were no interviews by anyone who was there who mentioned him. There were no social media posts of him being there, even slyly or in the background, or after the fact as other photos have surfaced. Yes, Taylor was private with her relationships at the time but since then it’s been 5 years. Many photos and information relating to the Taylor/Joe relationship have been released since then.

Who were the “two cute guys” Camila mentioned if not Joe and a friend?

Who knows. It could have been any number of people. Austin was there. There’s a fan photo of him leaving the townhouse the next morning. Maybe it was him and a friend. Maybe it was Martha’s boyfriend. It could have been anyone. Could it have been Joe? Yes.

Did Taylor’s Halloween party take place before Halloween?

No. It took place on Monday, October 31, 2016. All social media posts from the party’s attendees were from October 31 and Gigi confirmed it to the press - link.

Conclusion

I don’t like to make these kinds of posts. This space is for Lily and the other women Taylor may have been with. It’s for gaylor theories and reasonable analysis. This exercise today reminds me why I started blogging - some fans try hard to control the narrative around Taylor. There should be spaces for reasonable gaylor discussion and any reasonable LGBT discussion especially concerning pop culture.

[anjuschiffer]

[Mutuals]

Some more self-indulgent writing! Mainly because of a post @zestyzealot reblogged a while back and inspired this piece. 

(This is the post I’m referring to!)

Enjoy!

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P.Tag: @theatreandcomicfreak @damianette-is-life @toodaloo-kangaroo @elijahcrevan

Tag: @polyvirnl

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Context: There’s no miraculouses. None. Nada. But the Bats still exist. Marinette uses her time to expand her brand MDC

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AO3

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Marinette huffed as she placed the last crystal bead onto the hem of the black skirt in her hands. 

Bringing it to eye level, a wide smile graced her lips, a smile breaking as Marinette giggled to herself as she watched her vision become reality.

Finally! After four long and exhausting days, it was done. When she started on Monday night, Marinette wondered if this project would get in the way of her weekly sleepover with Alya. Thank God it didn’t.

Placing the skirt on her bed, Marinette smiled as she took a picture of her latest piece for her new collection: 12 o’ clock.

That’s when the hatch on her floor opened up with a creak, Marinette watching as her father poked his head into her room. Why was he here?

“Marinette, there’s someone here looking for you.” He said, giving a side glance down below. “Please tell me he’s just a school friend and not another boy you asked to model for you.”

“Dad, I already told you, Luka is Juleka’s older brother, he- wait, he? It’s not Alya?” Marinette asked, wondering where her best friend was at. 

Yes, Alya gave her a heads up that she was running late for their sleepover, but she wasn’t downstairs yet? And her father had said ‘he’ instead of a guy friend’s name, so… who exactly was waiting for her downstairs? 

Because despite only saying the name once, her father tended to commit to memory the names of all of her male friends. “What does he look like?” 

“Well, he’s a bit on the short side,” Tom started, “has green eyes, tanned, wearing a turtleneck with some of those suit pants-”

“Slacks.” Marinette helped.

“Those,” Tom corrected himself, “and he has a dog with him.” Tom ended, watching as Marinette mumbled to herself.

Marinette didn’t know anyone with a dog, nonetheless with that type of fashion, causing Marinette to start pacing around her room, racking up some idea as to who it was that was in the living room. “He called the dog Titus, if memory serves me correctly. Or if I heard correctly for that matter.”

That caused Mari to stop in her tracks.

A turtleneck with slacks, a Great Dane named Titus, tanned skin...emerald eyes.

“No. Way.” Marinette quickly motioned her father to go down the ladder, quickly following him into the living room, her eyes widening upon seeing her theory be true.

There, standing inside the Dupain-Cheng living room was Damian Wayne with his dog, Titus.

“Took you long enough.” Damian said, adjusting the duffel bag on his shoulder. Titus wagged his tail as he saw his boy open the bag and give him his toy. 

Just then, the door swung open, Alya panting as she dropped to the floor as soon as she walked in.

“Girl, you wouldn’t believe who I just saw! There, as soon as I turned the corner of where I lived, I saw the Damian Wayne with his dog, and- why is he in your living room?” 

“Seeing as you finally caught up,” Damian said, walking over to Alya, handing her a heavy plastic bag. “Take care of Titus while we’re out.”

“We?” “We?” “We?!”  Alya, Tom and Marinette spoke at the same time, although Marinette’s came out as a squeak.

“Did you forget what you told me?” Damian waved his phone that was in his hand. Marinette watched as he showed her a tweet...her tweet in particular, Marinette now going into a state of panic. “You invited me to egg-” Marinette screamed, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she lowered his phone and dragged him out the apartment, leaving behind a confused Tom and a giddy Alya. 

———

“You actually read that?” Marinette asked once more, covering her cheeks as they walked towards the park square. 

“I did.” Damian hummed as he adjusted the egg cartoons under his arm, a dangerous twinkle in his emerald eyes. 

Marinette let out a silent screech, confusing Damian. “Did you think I wouldn’t read it?” When he saw her nod, he sighed. “I read every comment left under any post I write. Sure, I don’t respond to any of them, but your comment… seemed… interesting.”

Marinette wanted to disappear into a black hole. Damian actually read that stupid comment she had left under his post. 

It was a post from earlier that week - a picture Damian had uploaded from the recent animal shelter he was volunteering at (as well as funding). 

Another post about an animal up for adoption, this time, a hamster named Louis. 

Marinette was scrolling through the comments under the post after retweeting it, when a particular one caught her attention.

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<3 ACNH is Life <3 @eliza_beth 

Replying to @Real_BloodSon I have a pet chicken and just wanted to ask if the candle method is a good method to check for egg development.  If so, then are they safe to eat? If not, what’s a better method?

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Everyone knew Damian loved to offer help when it came to animals -as it was no secret- but something stupid inside of Marinette thought she should do the only logical thing in her mind.

She commented on it.

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Deadlines Are Approaching @a_mari_not_bug

Replying to @eliza_beth and @Real_BloodSon If it turns out that it is a good method, can I have some eggs? I’ve been wanting to egg someone's house as of late. @Real_BloodSon care to join?

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Marinette didn’t think he would actually read it, let alone actually come. Wait…

Damian lives in the US, not France, unlike her. 

So how did he know where she lived, let alone reside?

“How did you know where I live?” Marinette asked, realizing they were finally at the park, right across from the targeted house, not even realizing that she had brought him over to the house in question.

Damian blinked, setting the cartons down onto the bench.

“Tsurugi told me.”

“You know Tsurugi. As in Kagami Tsurugi?” Marinette asked, wondering where he had met her friend. 

Damian nodded.

“We met during the semifinals for the international fencing competition.” 

Oh. So that’s how they knew each other. 

Damian let a smirk grace his lips. “Obviously, I won.” 

Marinette simply looked at him in awe, causing Damian’s ego to soar more. Of course, that didn’t overcome the other feeling he had inside his chest.

After all, there was no way he was going to tell her that he has been following her account for quite a while. 

So using the amounts of aesthetic pictures, selfies, bakery promos and mini photo shoots, it didn’t take long for Damian to pinpoint where she lived. 

That’s not following Damian. It’s called stalking. 

Okay Drake, but in his defense:

1- it was his side account that he uses for his own personal interests.

Damian didn’t exactly like having thousands of people following him because he was a Wayne. He wanted to be followed for being Damian. 

2- he had been following her for quite a while.

Two solid years to be exact. 

After exchanging social media accounts with Kagami, Marinette was one of the few people Twitter recommended to follow.

Marinette peaked his curiosity when Kagami mentioned Marinette being the person behind her “lucky” fencing bag. (Although, she didn’t want to admit that she used it as a luck charm.) It was an all black duffel bag, enchanting golden embroidery that collected to a single dragon. 

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Kagami had provided. A girl in her grade from her school in France, who designed the most intricate designs Damian had seen. (Yes, he has seen all of her sketches and final products of the things she had designed…yes it did involve scrolling through her photos and accidentally liking all of them as he went…)

3- it was too late to press that “follow” button when he already kinda didn’t do it as soon as she followed his own account. 

When he finally noticed that she did already follow him, he didn’t know what to do. Should he follow her back? 

“Not yet.” Dick had told him. But just how long did he have to wait? He was stupid for listening to Dick’s advice and he definitely wasn’t going to follow her back now. Or should he?

“So,” Marinette started again, looking around the area, scanning to see that no one saw them. “Have you ever done this before?”

“As in egging a house?” Damian watched as Marinette nodded, wondering if this was her first time doing this. “No, but it shouldn’t be any different than throwing snowballs.” Damian compared, remembering last year’s winter. 

Jon had managed to convince the Wayne’s and the Kent’s to do a snowball fight. 

The Wayne’s obviously won. 

“Guess you have a point.” Marinette replied, attempting to vision Damian’s analogy. She picked up an egg and looked at it and then at the window of the person who had been causing her turmoil these past few days. “Are you… are you sure you want to go with this?”

“Aren’t you?” Damian asked, awaiting Marinette’s signal. He had perfectly balanced a dozen eggs into the nook of his arm, one being juggled in his other hand. 

He was ready and from the twinkle in his eyes, eager to throw. 

Marinette found herself smiling, letting out a laugh as she grabbed a few eggs herself and balanced them in her hand. 

“Between you and I, I've been dreaming of doing this for the longest.” Marinette said with the biggest grin Damian had seen her with that night. “Ready?”

“Always.” Damian replied, mirroring her grin as the two looked at the target, Marinette throwing the first attack.

-

Bonus: 

Marinette hummed as she doodled in her sketchbook, her mind wandering to last night’s events. 

She hadn’t known how much stress she had built up thanks to Lila and her constant need to be the attention of everything. 

The messes Marinette had to clean up due to Lila causing disorder during class and after class, all because of Lila and her gazillion and one ‘medical’ problems.

Marinette didn’t realize how emerged she was towards throwing eggs -with great accuracy- towards Lila’s bedroom window until she threw her last egg.

She remembered how satisfying it was to have thrown all of those eggs at the window, that glee when Damian smiled at her. 

How happy she was when Damian complimented her for her graceful and precise throws despite the low lightning of the park lights. 

Marinette placed her pencil down as she finished adding some last minute touches to the coat she had finished designing when Alya slammed her hands in front of her. Marinette quickly looked up at her friend, tilting her head when she was met with twinkling eyes.

“Did you hear what happened to Lila last night?” Alya whispered, causing Marinette to quickly tense. 

“N-no? What happened?” Marinette asked, closing her sketchbook. 

“Her house got egged. Well, her bedroom window did.” Alya corrected herself, watching as Marinette let out a gasp.

“No way! Poor Lila.” Marinette looked over to Lila, watching as she was surrounded by their classmates to gather to listen to her woeful story. “Who would ever do such a thing?”

“Beats me.” Alya said, looking at Marinette, a faint smile on her lips. “You and Damian wouldn’t happen to have been involved-”

“Us?” Marinette instigated, causing Alya to lean forward. “You think Damian and I would do something that stupid and not think of the consequences that awaited us? No way.” Marinette denied, causing Alya to sigh.

“Should’ve known you wouldn’t be up to it. Only you would step down after overthinking about the consequences.” Alya said as she patted her head before taking a few steps from Marinette. “Not like anyone would know who it was since the security cameras of the area seemed to have gone off at that time, strangely enough. Maybe if I hear what Lila has to say about the event, I’ll get some hints as to who it was.”

With that, Alya left to go and listen to Lila, leaving Marinette by herself.

Finally alone, Marinette let out a sigh, feeling her back relax. She felt as a smile rose to her face. 

Giddily, she took out her phone to send Damian a text when a Twitter notification caught her attention. 

She quickly checked it, her smile growing even more. She went back to sending Damian a text.

You bugged the cameras last night?

Damian: A necessary precaution. 

Marinette giggled at his response.

Also, I saw you started following me. Now we’re mutuals! 

Damian liked your message.

Damian: It was only a matter of time, seeing as we egged your enemy’s home.

More like someone I dislike.

Damian: Same thing. 

Damian: Query. Would you like to join Titus and I for a walk at the park? 

Sure! Class ends at 3. Meet you then?

Damian: Titus and I would await you then.

Marinette grinned as she placed her phone away as the school bell rang, signaling the beginning of class. 

She couldn’t wait to spend time with her newfound friend! Who knows what mischief awaited the two!

[1ddotdhq]

◟̽◞̽ Mon 23 Nov ‘20🍉

Happy Monday, everyone! Harry won the (fan voted) Favorite Pop/Rock Album at the AMAs last night - AMAzing! He was not there to pick up the award (presumably because he’s filming DWD), but don’t worry, fans made sure to celebrate him anyways: PROUD OF HARRY was trending worldwide when his win was announced. HSHQ tweeted their obligatory bullet point acknowledgement that, uh, it had happened, and then went back to doing whatever it is they do when Harry is off being an actor (though presumably, they’re getting ready for tomorrow’s Grammy Nomination announcements, best of luck!). Vogue also called Harry “the most influential man in fashion in 2020”, and while I agree, the fact that they didn’t name the article ‘Harry’s got Style(s)’ is CRIMINAL! Talk about a missed opportunity! 

Louis(‘s team) is active today: they have changed the Spotify background for all of the songs on Walls! It’s now a glitching black xx smiley face with golden lights glowing in the background - a lot like what the stage of Walls on tour looked like! I’ve seen some interesting takes today, ranging from ‘what message is it this time’ to ‘does it symbolize the end of the Walls era’. Maybe, but what it DEFINITELY is, is an indication that there is movement behind the scenes for Louis’ plans - I have MISSED him so this is!!! Exciting! Niall didn't have much to say about the AMAs either, but he wasn't mad at not being asked to play-- he says “gotta have a current song. I don't have anything out to perform.” He was much more excited about what looks to be his golf management company's foray into general sports marketing (“proud of my team at Modest Sport”) and new partnership with another group (Kinetica). Liam has a Naughty List Tik Tok challenge out- and he wants you to tag him and Dixie if you partake. Dixie meanwhile is embroiled in tik tok drama but thank goodness we have no reason to report on that, Liam please stay out of it and keep it that way! And, in a beautiful way to end the day, Martyre posted another picture of Zayn!! It’s a close up of his hands in an Instagram story: he’s wearing two rings on his left hand, both Martyre brand. His hand tattoos are fully on display and, right there in the background, you can see his jawline, his chin, and his left ear (he’s wearing an earring!). Look, if you think I’m creepy for staring at this picture for way too long you have to understand how starved for Zayn content we are - especially after he teased us with those beautiful cover sessions!

And speaking of missed opportunities, the model from the WS video who had the chance to befriend Harry and blew it in every possible way (the one who previously released a screenshot of her DM asking Harry who Golden was about) is back and more embarrassing than ever! She posted a screen recording of all the convos she’s ever had with Harry (there aren’t many, and they’re definitely almost all one sided) because she was “tired of fans saying she was lying” re: the Golden DMs. She just keeps messaging him month after month as he repeatedly replies politely yet briefly, finally displaying a flicker of interest when she out of the blue invites him to a threesome with her and her boyfriend. Harry liked the message, and she said, “is that a yes?” “It’s not no”, he says, and then “boyfriend?” (HAHAHA) but the subject gets dropped (though not before she awkwardly announces that the boyfriend looks like Harry, just what H is looking for I'm sure). Fans, of course, are heavily debating whether or not this is real: is it possible she faked it, even though it's a screen record video, yes, that's very much something you can do, and you can unsend instagram messages (but the mind boggles at the idea that she might have deleted stuff but left in the things she did, which are cringey as hell and include her ex's name and phone number- if the suggestion is that HARRY deleted incriminating follow ups but left what he did, well that just doesn't make sense). If you look at the whole thing it seems pretty real to me, but in no way like Harry had the slightest actual interest in having a threesome with her, or a twosome, or going swimming with her, or in fact anything at all but discouraging her without actually ghosting her (as evidenced by the multiple times he left her on read, including when she told him she’d broken up with her boyfriend – OUCH!) with a brief detour to have some fun with the whole awkward threesome proposal. Popular theories about the whole thing include: this is the beginning of a stunt gf (definitely not but LMAO CAN YOU IMAGINE that would be the worst story EVER), this is a clever segue into seeding bisexual Harry in the service of an eventual come out (which involves accepting this whole uncomfortable mess as a set up like-- really? You think this is what they'd want that to look like?), or this is to make Harry look straight after the Vogue thing (yall have a WEIRD idea of what looks straight but now that you mention it this would be HSHQ...) Fans didn’t really love the fact that she posted a conversation between herself and H, and yeah, it’s a betrayal of trust to be publicly posting private convos- one that Harry surely expects by now given how often it happens but that doesn't mean it isn't shitty if this is real (and if it isn't why on earth would she not go all the way and fake that he had a threesome with her rather than blowing her off?). Overall I stand by what we said about her the other day, GIRL WYD??

[destieldailynews]

Valentine's Day at the Roadhouse - A Recap

February 14-16, 2021 

By @desperately-human​​

TL:DR

Actors Chad Linberg (Ash) and Samantha Ferris (Ellen) made tweets to role play a Valentine’s Day celebration at the Roadhouse. Several of their comments seemed to be suggesting that they would celebrate the wedding of Dean and Cas, and fans took this idea and ran with it. On the fourteenth, fans held their own celebration across social media platforms by joyfully sharing writing, art, headcanons, and memes, getting #DeanCasWedding trending in the process. Ferris and Lindburg did not roleplay a wedding, and both actors became defensive when the subject was brought up, stating that holding a gay wedding would fail to “uphold the integrity & spirit of the show” and that they had never suggested anything else. Fans were hurt and frustrated by these responses, as well as Lindburg’s liking of a post that claimed Destiel supporters have been “gaslighting the rest of the fandom for 10+ years.” Other people associated with the Supernatural community including actor Kat Ramdeen, writer Eric Charmelo, and the official account for Stands merchandising, responded to fans in a more positive way. 

A more detailed account of events, including source links, is located below the cut.

Our post on the Roadhouse reopening

link to Chad Lindburg's twitter

link to Samantha Ferris's twitter

If you want to join us in commemorating Dean and Castiel’s wedding, submit fanworks using the guidelines provided here. (Deadline extended to February 28th, 2021)

Follow @destieldailynews and turn on our notifications for more SPN updates

Last week, actors Chad Linberg (Ash) and Samantha Ferris (Ellen) announced their decision to roleplay a Valentine’s day celebration at the Roadhouse. Lindburg and Ferris had already successfully liveblogged a birthday party for Dean Winchester on January 24 and the reopening of the Roadhouse bar on February 10 (Kat Ramdeen also rp-d this event.) (1)

Both Ferris and Lindburg mentioned “wedding season” in their posts, which piqued fan interest, and fans latched on to the idea that they might be planning a Deancas wedding. This theory was further supported by Lindburg’s own interactions with fans: [this one might be too confusing: at one point, he failed to like--or possibly liked and then quickly unliked, a tweet that read “don't like this reply if a deancas wedding is gonna happen at the roadhouse” (2). He directed fans with ‘questions’ to an account who was a public destiel shipper (3) He also responded to a tweet reading “people think you guys are celebrating a Destiel wedding, that isn’t the case of course.”  with “Um no sorry...you did NOT get the memo” (4)

On February 14 #DeanCasWedding trended on twitter as fans across the world staged their own, fan-created celebration by joyfully sharing writing, art, headcanons, and memes. Ferris and Lindburg wrote innocuous Roadhouse update tweets all day long, including a sequence where Lindburg got in a fight with Elvis, and concluding with the partial destruction of the Roadhouse by unknown forces. No mention was made of the wedding by either actor. 

However, partway through Monday February 15, Ferris and Lindburg began addressing questions as to why they had hinted they would hold a wedding and then not followed through.  

Chad Lindburg responded that he never intended to imply that he would hold a Deancas wedding, and issued this statement.  

“Yes, among other things, the Roadhouse does “weddings.” I had NO idea this would be taken out of context..If you thought you were sold something else, you weren't...this was a way to bring people together and have fun. State your views, however, I’ll be blocking any rude or nastiness today.”(5) 

Lindburg did go on to block multiple twitter users who tried to engage with him on this topic. Over the next few days, Lindburg’s tweets ranged from attempts to validate fan’s feelings, such as “No one is delusional. You're all validated. Remember, we're all just having fun with our imaginations. And actually, the Fandom has just as much weight as the actors. It goes both ways. We can't have one without the other. We're grateful for all of you.” (6) to hostile, such as replying “Thank you [hands clasped emoji]” to a tweet that read “Ironically the ones complaining about being gaslit by you are the ones that have been gaslighting the rest of the fandom for 10+ years.” (7) 

Samantha Ferris responded that they would never hold a DeanCas wedding because Supernatural is “a story about family, bonds, and supernatural power struggles. The direction has never included sexuality or romance” and that she believed that her and Lindburg’s “role is to uphold the integrity & spirit of the show” and that “it would be disrespectful to all the people who tried to tell this tale if we validated it [the Deancas relationship]” (8) Her full tweets on the matter read, 

“Ima say this once then move on. @ChadLindberg & I can’t follow you down that road. As part of the storyline, our role is to uphold the integrity & spirit of the show: it’s a story about family, bonds, and supernatural power struggles. The direction never included sexuality or romance. That was never what it was supposed to be about. So to honour the cast, crew, and creators, we respect their intentions. You wanna create your side story? Go for it. But it would be disrespectful to all the people who tried to tell this tale if we validated it…” 

Ferris and Lindburg have continued to roleplay their Roadhouse updates, although they have both lost followers in fan interest after the events of this week. 

Other people associated with the spn community responded more positively: Writer Eric Charmelo responded to the wedding posting by liking #DeancasWedding fanart (9). Actor Kat Ramdeen (Alex) tweeted on Valentine’s day 

“I love you #SPNFamily I see you” 

accompanied by a rainbow heart and a Social justice Pride Flag made up of hearts (10).  Stands, a company that sells fandom merchandise made in collaboration with the actors and gives a portion of proceeds to charity, sent out these two supportive tweets in response to the drama in the Supernatural community 

“I’ve just caught up and I’m sorry y’all are having a rough go. I love you. <3”  (11) 

and 

“It’s so rare I’m actually mad but to be clear- absolutely no one gets to define how you experience something you love.  Just go on with your bad selves and enjoy the things that make you happy.  As if the last two years haven’t been shit enough. Seize your moments, ignore the rest” (12)

our post on roadhouse reopening

link to Chad Lindburg's twitter

link to Samantha Ferris's twitter

If you want to join us in commemorating Dean and Castiel’s wedding, submit fanworks using the guidelines provided here. (Deadline extended to February 28th, 2021)

[dontrollthedicesideblog]

hi im dice and my agenda is the techno-skeppy-tapl agenda and why theyre such an underrated group of friends and in this essay i will

yeah this is gonna get long. 

so first of all ill start with their commonalities as a group:

have been doing youtube for a long amount of time

were in the minecraft pvp sphere for some time

have known each other for at least 2-3 years

generally carefree people who make friends easily

in MCC 11 both tapl and techno recognized some jumps in the parkour map and both called it the skeppy jumps

idk what to call it but this clip has all three of em

so pretty broad list right? but it gets a lot better when you consider their individual relationships

Techno and Skeppy

literally have each other in their channel recommendations (in fact, skeppy is the only channel besides his own that techno has on his recommendations)

have a sort of brotherly relationship where techno gently bullies skeppy and skeppy whines about it the entire time but also doesnt leave

see: this entire fucking playlist

My personal recs:

Skeppy vs. YOUTUBERS (Minecraft Duels)

minecraft but 100 people are trying to kill us (ft. Skeppy)

skeppy tries to troll me but i troll him first

techno supposedly saying skeppy would have a spot in the antarctic empire on smpearth if he joined, but i cant find a clip so

skeppy literally gave techno his login info to beat bad in a bedwars game and techno agreed to do it

they just seem to have each others’ backs a lot

same video as the login information, techno backs up what skeppy says to bad

see also: minecraft but 100 people are trying to kill us

there was a point in time where techno was on skeppys channel more than he was on his own channel

techno’s dry wit and sarcasm with skeppy’s crackhead energy and mischief and screaminess just makes for a great duo

this video does a good job of showing their dynamic

Skeppy and TapL

were roommates in LA

like come on guys they were roommates enough said

same kind of dynamic of tapl bullying skeppy and skeppy whining about it but to a lesser degree

see: tapl bullying skeppy on his livestream

see: tapl still bulying skeppy on his livestream

but skeppy bullies him back!

see: Minecraft UHC in the nether (skeppy’s pov) (tapl’s pov)

i have no idea what the context behind this was but tapl yells at skeppy

but sometimes it fails

skeppy’s attempt at trolling him/skeppy’s attempt at being nice to his friend but disguised as a troll depending on whose perspective you watch (skeppy’s pov) (tapl’s pov)

that time skeppy gave him 100 burgers. the video itself was privated but theres still this video

this entire clip

their teamwork in this video (skeppys pov) (tapls pov)

tapl featuring in skeppys 2018 vidcon vlog

both mischievous af

honestly just great friends

TapL and Techno

oh man my favorite

the intense rivalry dynamic except its not all that intense and they just meme around with each other

that time tapl was trying to get everyone to retweet something (the burger tweet) and immediately checked to see if techno retweeted

all of MCC 11

“techno take the wheel”

tapl dedicating the victory to techno since they got 6th place last time

techno fully believing tapl can carry the team in skybattle

when zyper attacked techno in a hypixel video and tapl and techno temporarily teamed

they team a lot in that video actually

both do the scary slow movements (techno) (tapl)

tapl being the best at imitating techno’s bruh

they respect each others’ skills a lot

techno keeps mentioning being straightlined by tapl in skywars

techno asked tapl to help him train for his duel with dream

tapl joins techno and their friends playing hypixel games and they target each other the whole time

techno targets tapl immediately in vampire z

tapl tells everyone to target techno and subsequently targets him in ender spleef

then they both target eret in the same ender spleef game

then techno flips the script and targets tapl in the same ender spleef game

Honestly they just target each other a lot

see also: minecraft monday week 12

techno leaves the hypixel party but switches party leader to tapl

also work pretty well together

same stream as hypixel games except theyre on the same soccer team

Carrying The Team TM in hypixel zombies

apparently tapl got modded on techno’s subreddit

Conclusion

come on guys please skeppy-techno-tapl friendship i beg of you theyre such good friends

theres like two fics i saw of their friendship and it was angst

i mean i read it and it was good but PLEASE ;-;

if i missed anything feel free to add on!