#post was made march 9th and by the time it gets posted who knows

[a-passing-storm]

Current mood is wandering around a grocery store mumbling Marc Antony’s speech because I’m trying to memorize it, and then zoning out and saying “the noble Brutus was ambitious” and then pausing and going “No. No, the noble Brutus was NOT ambitious.”

[arafilez]

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🏹 Spy series. Stand-alone Stories . Ot8 ᶻ z 𐰁

𓂃ㅤ❪ LOADING ❫ㅤ ⌕ ateez have successfully infiltrated themselves in the z-dimension. But within their perfect plans comes distractions that might shake up the members, even if the distraction is a member.

𓂃ㅤ❪ TIMELINE ❫ㅤ ⌕ 04.03.2024 - 04.04.2024

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᶻ z 𐰁ㅤ SERIES LIST . 🏹

TW: mentions of blood, death, murder, weapon usage etc. proceed with your own caution.

1. CRAZY FORM 𒉽 Kim Hongjoong❛ 𓇿

名ㅤ──ㅤ release date: 4th March, 2024

名ㅤ──ㅤ trope: forbidden love, angst, fluff

名ㅤ──ㅤ synopsis: You know you are trapped, and you are aware you have to get out of this. You can see his hazy hands thrust towards you, trying to help you. Then why can’t you go with him? When you want to.

2. WE KNOW 𒉽 Park Seonghwa❛ 𓇿

名ㅤ──ㅤ release date: 9th March, 2024

名ㅤ──ㅤ trope: friends to lovers, fluff, crack

名ㅤ──ㅤ synopsis: Fighting beside Seonghwa, whether it be practice or in the playing field, has always been your special thing. But when feelings intervene then it might not remain special any more, or will it?

3. EMERGENCY 𒉽 Jeong Yunho❛ 𓇿

名ㅤ──ㅤ release date: 13th March, 2024

名ㅤ──ㅤ trope: brother’s best friend, fluff, smut, MDNI

名ㅤ──ㅤ synopsis: You can hack into anything and everything, except maybe Jeong Yunho’s heart. And sometimes your brother meddles his annoying self too much to “help you.”

4. ARRIBA 𒉽 Kang Yeosang❛ 𓇿

名ㅤ──ㅤ release date: 17th March, 2024

名ㅤ──ㅤ trope: enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, MDNI

名ㅤ──ㅤ synopsis: You were fed up with your mission at this point, he slipped every time for your last three tries. But this time you had it set in mind. Kill Kang Yeosang.

5. CRESCENT PT 2 𒉽 Choi San❛ 𓇿

名ㅤ──ㅤ release date: 20th March, 2024

名ㅤ──ㅤ trope: strangers to lovers, fluff, angst

名ㅤ──ㅤ synopsis: San finds you when you are lost, afraid of everything and confused. How did you end up here? And who is this person offering to help you when you are injured from a fight you were not even a part of? And why should you trust him?

6. SILVER LIGHT 𒉽 Song Mingi❛ 𓇿

名ㅤ──ㅤ release date: 27th March, 2024

名ㅤ──ㅤ trope: childhood friends to lovers, fluff, suggestive

名ㅤ──ㅤ synopsis: Seduce, get the information, and get in the car, run! This has always been the strategy of you and your literal partner in crime Mingi. And everything is perfect today too, well, almost perfect.

7. DREAMY DAY 𒉽 Jung Wooyoung❛ 𓇿

名ㅤ──ㅤ release date: 31st March, 2024

名ㅤ──ㅤ trope: exes to lovers, angst, fluff

名ㅤ──ㅤ synopsis: Wooyoung’s eyes shook, partly in disbelief, partly in emotional turmoil as he saw you through the spy camera. Why were you here? And why are you making him do things he will regret?

8. EVERYTHING 𒉽 Choi Jongho❛ 𓇿

名ㅤ──ㅤ release date: 4th April, 2024

名ㅤ──ㅤ release date: forced proximity, rivals to lovers, fluff, suggestive

名ㅤ──ㅤ synopsis: The last person you wanted to complete the mission with was Choi Jongho. Okay, yes maybe you both are the best at pretending and negotiating with your enemies but between you two, your bickering never ends in negotiation, it instead makes you want to rip his head off.

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[gunsatthaphan]

~ Monthly BL Breakdown: February 2024 ~ 

🌱 Happy March!!! 🌷

Disclaimer: ALL shows can be streamed here or here, as well as on Youtube and other platforms. For more info on where to watch what, check out this post! 

New breakdowns are coming at the end of every month - feel free to add stuff! -> previous breakdowns

What came out this month? (green = seen/currently watching)

🌟 Anti Reset - February 2nd (Taiwan)

🌟 Love Syndrome: The Beginning - February 8th (Thailand)

🌟 Baka Pwede pa? - February 9th (Philippines)

🌟 War of Y: The Reunion (special episode) - February 10th (Thailand)

🌟 1000 Years Old - February 14th (Thailand)

🌟 My Strawberry Film - February 16th (Japan)

🌟 A Secret Love - February 17th (Thailand)

🌟 To Be Continued - February 19th (Thailand)

🌟 Unknown - February 24th (Taiwan)

🌟 Wedding Impossible - February 26th (South Korea)

🌟 Kiseki Chapter 1 & Chapter 2 - February TBA (Thailand)

🌟 Ambiguous - February TBA (South Korea)

Monthly likes/dislikes

❣️ I'm gonna have to list Cherry Magic and Cooking Crush again just because they filled me with so much serotonin lol. Truly beautiful productions, so carefully written, so well executed and with so much wholesomeness and so many green flags lol. I had the best time watching them and the fact that 2 OG pairs had comeback shows back to back gave me so much nostalgia lol, especially since the genre is reminiscent of their old shows. It's been a blissful and therapeutic few months and I'm extremely sad that it's over 😩🥺🫶🏻 A+ content from everyone involved. 12/10 for both.

👎🏻 It has been a year lmao a lot of things happened this month, the Pawin situation makes me sad, we don't know what actually happened but the whole thing is messed up either way. James dropping out of LUAT came as a surprise as well, I'm not a NetJames fan but if they really had a falling out like the rumors say then that's sad. Singto coming back to gmm has been a nice surprise amongst the scandals lol but other than that I hope things go uphill after this 🥺

New series & movie announcements

🎥 My Bias is Showing (manwha adaption) - Date TBA (South Korea)

🎥 All About Lust - Date TBA (South Korea)

🎥 A Balloon's Landing - Date TBA (Taiwan)

🎥 Roommates - Date TBA (South Korea)

🎥 Good Night to Get Drunk - Date TBA (South Korea)

🎥 First Note of Love - Date TBA (Taiwan)

🎥 Living With Him - Coming April 11th (Japan)

🎥 The Young Gangster - Coming 2025 (Taiwan)

Other news from the BL world

❗️ Actor Singto Prachaya has returned to GMMTV as an artist. He previously left the company in 2021 to work as a freelance actor & producer after being under contract for nearly 5 years. It is unknown whether he will be part of any projects of the 2024 lineup.

❗️ The Thai BL Playboyy is getting a second season.

❗️ The upcoming Korean series High School Return of a Gangster announced the removal of the original BL plot. The show will air as a censored version, focusing on the friendship between the male leads.

❗️ Actors Charles Tu (HIStory 4) and Michael Chang (My Tooth Your Love) were confirmed to star in the upcoming BL First Note of Love. The series tells the story of a musician who is struggling with stage fright and one of his fans. An air date has not been announced.

❗️ Actor Non Ratchanon will no longer partake in the upcoming BL Live in Love. In an official statement, the production company stated that the decision was made due to disagreements between his agency and the one representing his co-star Hearth Chindanai. A recast for his role has yet to be announced.

❗️ GMMTV actor Win Pawin was accused of physically assaulting his ex-girlfriend, who made public allegations with photo evidence of her wounds. As a result GMMTV released a statement announcing the suspension of Pawin from all further work activities until legal investigations are complete. This lead to him making a public statement saying he is withdrawing from the upcoming BL We Are. He was cast as one of the 8 protagonists and was paired with his former partner Marc Pahun. GMMTV released a followup statement today, announcing Pawin's character would be recast to newbie Poon Mitpakdee.

❗️ Actor James Supamongkon announced his withdrawal from the upcoming Domundi BL Love Upon a Time. He released a statement on Twitter, saying he wants to expand his career and focus on other projects as an artist apart from acting. The company stated that Net and the others will stay part of the cast and that a new partner for Net will be cast shortly. This caused a big uproar amongst the fans who have been waiting for the series since it was announced over a year ago. Whether James' dropping out has anything to do with a dispute between him and Net is not confirmed.

Upcoming series & movies for March

👉🏻 Love is Better the Second Time Around - March 5th (Japan)

👉🏻 Deep Night - March 7th (Thailand)

👉🏻 Two Worlds - March 21st (Thailand)

👉🏻 High Demand - March 23rd (Thailand)

👉🏻 Wuju Bakery - March TBA (Thailand)

👉🏻 The Star - Date TBA (Thailand)

👉🏻 Blossom Campus - March TBA (South Korea)

👉🏻 Jazz for Two - March TBA (South Korea)

[thedevilsoftruth]

Hey!, I just finished rewatching moon knight and now scrolling through the moon knight tags when I came across a post about how Mr knight is actually Marc Spector and Steven Grant is a playboy billionaire in the comics and I was shook. Then I came across your post of you ranting about the differences from the show to the comics, which blew my mind!, and now I’m so intrigued and curious about the true lore of moon knight, every time I try to search about it on google I just get references from the shows (so frustrating) I can’t afford to buy the comics, so if you can/want could you please tell me all the important and interesting facts/lore that’s in the moon knight comics?

Sorry for the long message, just came across your page and pressed follow, love your content!. ❤️

AAAAAAGGGGHHHH HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. GIIGLING AND KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR. HEY, LOOK MA, I MADE IT!! I GET TO EXPLAIN THE MOON KNIGHT COMICS LORE TO SOME GUY ON THE INTERNET!!

in all seriousness, this made my day. I'm so glad you enjoy my content, and I will happily explain to you the MK lore!

I completely get you on the not wanting to but the comics thing. Comics are expensive. Honey, imma be real with you, readcomiconline.li is where it's at. It's where I read all of the comics I didn't have.

So before I go on a tangent and explain things, and this goes for anyone wanting to start reading the comics, heres a little list of all the comics I've read so far in what I understand to be chronological order.

It's a little bit cheesy and a VERY long run, but Marc Spector: Moon Knight from 1989-94 is maaayybbeee where you want to start off, but maybe not. I didn't start off with this run, but even as bad as the old comics are, they're a bit important.

But, I HIGHLY suggest you start out with the Lemire and Smallwood run from 2016. It was the first run I completed, and it's an amazing run and VERY important to read. Many people say it's the best run. It's certainly a run, I'll tell you that. ( Also I didn't read that one online, I received it last year as a Christmas gift. Also readcomic doesn't have all of the issues, so be warned on that. )

Next I read From The Dead. And I moved on to Vengeance of The Moon Knight from 2009. And after I'd suggest reading Age of Khonshu, Devils Reign and then The Midnight Mission. You can read all of these for free on readcomiconline.li ( don't type in comics plural because it will direct you to the wrong site ) be warned though because there are a lot of ads and you will get jumpscared by anime boobies.

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Now moving onto what you asked me for. The important stuff, right.

I'm new to this whole comic reading stuff as well, and for anyone else reading this who knows more than I do, please add additional information I missed down in the reply section. It would mean a lot. So now I'm going to give a you a quick run down on Marc's origin story. ( And for a quick disclaimer, I will come off as not taking myself seriously in some parts of this post because I don't take myself seriously lol. )

Marc Spector was born on March 9th, 1987 in Chicago Illinois into a Jewish family. His father was Elias Spector and his mother was Wendy Spector ( his younger brother being Randall Spector )Elias was a rabbi who manged to escape Nazi prosecution during the days of Hitler and all that jazz. Because Elias was a rabbi, Randall would get picked on at school a lot, and Marc would be there to stand up for him. Even at a young age Marc was exposed to a lot of violence. That could come from growing up yk... Kinda poor and having to stand up for your lil bro.

Marc's violent nature was really born when a close family friend of his, Yitz Perlmen was discovered to be a secret serial killer who targeted Jews. From what I understand, Perlmen tried to Kill Marc ( mind you Marc was like 11 or 12 ) but Marc had escaped but his traumatic experiences led him to form D.I.D

As seen in the Lemire run, the first time Marc had encountered Khonshu was when he was 12 and was getting diagnosed for his D.I.D Marc wasn't told to his face from the doctor about his disorder and was told to step outside the office. Marc tried to evesdrop on the conversation, and from outside of the doctor's office, he meets Khonshu. Khonshu tells him, " That man in there is not your true father. I am. " Mind you, Marc is 12!!! 12!!!! Khonshu began manipulating Marc since he was twelve because he was, obviously really fucking young, and traumatized. Khonshus tactics were to strip Marc away from his religion and culture and make him submit to him.

So anyways, Marc was sent to Putnam Psychiatric Hospital and would stay there until he was 18 when his father funeral came along and he was let go for a week to go visit his family. This is where we learn Marc's relationship with his father was complex. Marc tells his mother, Wendy, that his father must have been happy to send him away because he was embarrassed by him. Wendy and Marc have an argument, which ends in Marc saying he's going to the bathroom, when he actually leaves to his childhood bedroom and escapes out the window when he hears Khonshus voice.

Marc later enlisted into the U.S marines Corps and served as a private for a couple years. But on Marc's second tour to Iraq, superiors started to report his odd behavior and they found out that Marc had lied about his disorder, leaving him to be discharged. Marc joined the CIA and served with his brother Randall. Randall was jealous of Marcs talents and killed Marc's girlfriend, Lisa, because she was going to expose a gun scheme. Marc then like... Threw bombs at Randall and shit and then assumed he was dead...but he wasn't.

Marc left the CIA after that and started doing illegal boxing, where he met his soon to be best friend, Jean-Paul Duchamp ( usually refered to as Frenchie ) and they became mercenaries together and started killing a bunch of people, in Marc's case, for mooonnneeyyy!!! Get that bag, girlie. And then Marc got put on trial for war crimes!! His crime being yk...assistanting the president of this south African country called Bosqueverde as one does.

And then he started to do missions under this group call the Karnak Cowboys and fell in love with one of his groupmates, Layla El-faouly, as seen in later issues of The Midnight Mission. Then she fucking died when an escape went wrong.

So anyways Marc meets this funny lil guy named Raoul Bushman ( he is not funny lil guy, he's killed hundred of people, probably) So Marc works for him with Frenchie and they, together, set to north Sudan to raid a dig site. ( This should start to sound familiar, as it was briefly touched on in the show when Arthur's guys captured Steven and put cuffs on him and slammed him in the back of their car ) Looks like raid shadow legends went down again, and things started to get not so epic when Raoul killed the lead Archeologist of the dig site, Peter Alraune in front of his daughter Marlene. This pissed the ever loving shit out of Marc because even though Marc likes violence, he doesn't enjoy violence against innocent people, and so he punches the fucker but uh oh! The Raoul Bushman Strikes Back, and he fucking KILLS MARC IN RETURN AND EVERYONE ELSE EXPECT FOR FRENCHIE AND MARLENE AND THIS ONE MF WHO TOLD HIM HE WOULD TELL HIM WHERE THE DIG SITE WAS. ( really Raoul left Marc mortally wounded, but he was on the brick of death, basically)

Marc was able to regain conscious and drag himself halfway to Khonshus tomb ( which is what Raoul was looking for ) Marlene and a bunch of other citizens find Marc and they carry him to Khonshus tomb. Marc hears Khonshus voice for yet another time, and Marc is revived and becomes the Moon Knight we all know and love. Then he basically killed Raoul's guys and then fell in love with Marlene.

So that's his origin story. Now onto the stuff I know as fact but it won't be explained in chronological order because I haven't read a ton of comics to explain it in chronological order.

He used Steven as a a way to handle money and build wealth so they could have recourses like vehicles, weapons and a ton of other random bullshit ( go!! ) that they don't need. Jake was used as a new York taxi driver so that he had his eye in the streets and knew when shit was goin down. They're both kind of horny. Jake literally spends some of his free time in a strip clubs drinking rum. ( As seen in the midnight mission and implied on in the Lemire run. )

His relationship with Marlene was long, but didn't last because, if I'm recalling correctly, Marc had a mental breakdown and decided to basically stop working for Khonshu so he could be with Marlene. But soon after he started hearing Khonshus voice again and Marlene couldn't take anymore of it, so she left him.

And then there's that bullshit with The Midnight Man. All I know is that he passed away from cancer and had a son named Jeff Wilde. Jeff aspired to Marc and wanted to be his sidekick, kind of like Robin and Batman in the Lego Batman movie with a little less adoption, but Marc kept on refusing as a way to protect Jeff. The Jeff had this whole thing where he turned evil or some shit idk and I guess Marc killed him? I'm not sure. Please, moon knight gang, let me know what happened in the reply section because I'm ignorant.

Marc had his independence from Khonshu after banishing Khonshu to Asgardian Prison ( seen in Age of Khonshu and discussed in The Midnight Mission) and decided " fuck you, I don't need need you anymore. Imma do my own thing and you can't do nothing about it " and then he became Mr. Knight. Mr. Knight is kind of a detective and he consults with policemen ( as seen in From The Dead ) Moon Knight is the one who does all the fighting.

From where Marc's development is at right now, Marc was running a thing called the Midnight Mission, which was a place where citizens would go to to report strange things happening in the city.

Additional, fun information:

Marc has a daughter named Diatrice. He only knows about it because Jake had a secret relationship with Marlene on the side after Marc and Marlene broke up.

He sleeps all day in the tomb of Khonshu and fights crime at night. He's like a bat!!

His ringtone ( as seen in the midnight mission) is The Killing Moon by Echo and The Bunnymen. ( Y'all should listen to it, if you haven't. it's really good. ).

He drives a red convertible car ( as seen in the Brain Micheal Bendis run, don't read it it's REALLY bad and insufficient. ) and also a motorcycle ( as see in Vengeance of The Moon Knight)

He was originally supposed to fight mainly just werewolf's and um... Writers at Marvel had different ideas.

His favorite drink is an ice cold vodka ( as seen in the Midnight Mission)

He had a mansion and then his money went bye bye and now he lives in a haunted house ( as seen, once again, in the Midnight Mission)

Frenchie is also gay! Hes married to a man named Rob! ( And this is only from what I've heard, by he apparently had a secret crush on Marc at some point.)

And yeah. That's all I have for ya today. Thank you if you made it this far, and I hope I was able to satisfy your curiosity a little bit!

Goodknight everyone!!!

[thats-not-okie-dokie]

WELCOME HOME MARCH 9TH UPDATE SPOILERS!

One thing I don't think people are talking about enough is Wally's phonecall and the song choice of "Toyland". I know what Eddie went through is certainly the meat of the update, and while I haven't picked it apart myself, I've read a TON of very interesting theories on it. And some of which I agree with, so for redundancy's sake, I won't dwell on it for long. Whatever happens next, I know our beloved mailman is not okay-

But this post isn't about him. I bring up the song choice of Toyland because I find the lyrics to be an interesting parallel to the puppets "waking up" to the real situation they're in, whatever horrors that may be. The fact that Wally's singing it, and that we know he's been the first and only puppet with full awareness and with the ability to contact the outside world, makes the song feel a little somber upon a relisten.

The song describes Toyland as "childhood's joy land", and "once you dwell within it, you are ever happy there". It reminds me of the world the puppets inhabit; made for children and a place of warmth and joy. Then, the song describes "once you pass its border, you may ne'er return again". I think this signifies how Wally woke up from the happy puppet world. It represents him self-actualising. He can't fall back under the illusion, because now he knows too much. It'd be impossible to go back.

The saddest parts to me are in the second verse. "When you've grown up, my dears, and are as old as I, you'll laugh and ponder on the years that rolls so swiftly by, my dears" It represents just how much time has passed since the shutdown of the Welcome Home show. It's been almost 50 years. The years are passing so fast to him because it's the same old every day, and he can't help but laugh along because there's not much else for him to do. And besides, we've seen what happens when Wally experiences negative emotion. He has trouble processing it.

Besides the song, I also find the line "It's so quiet during Homewarming" to be quite odd. Homewarming is their equivalent to Christmas, right? That's supposed to be a time of togetherness and cheer. Music, laughter and merriment. But he describes it as "quiet" because everyone's busy. That seems like an antithesis of what Homewarming should be. Why is it just him and Home for so long? Why is the neighbourhood divided during what should be the liveliest time of the year? This might be a factor as to how the neighbourhood's getting distorted away from its original teachings and character. Instead of a lively cast of puppets, it's become cold and quiet. Eerie. Wally saying he doesn't want to hang up the call makes me think he feels very lonely. He has friends, like Barnaby, but he's separated from them for long periods of time. I feel like the phone calls are him trying desperately to connect to someone before he's dragged away again.

I also find it odd how he's usually so busy if it's just him and Home. Just what is he always doing, if he's not with his friends? I know that the phonecall ends because he has his adventure with Barnaby, asking around the neighbourhood for what Homewarming truly means, but what about the previous times? He always seems to be in a rush. And what do we hear before he hangs up? The creaking of Home's door and windows. It's like his own home is isolating him.

That's all I have on Wally. Maybe I'm just repeating what people have been saying for a long time, I don't know. But thank you to anyone who sat down to read this! I appreciate it :)

[half-life-citizen]

A rundown of the flumblr Crimson peak watch party.

As you may or may not know, we recently had a watch party of the Guillmero Del Toro film Crimson Peak, I won't talk spoilers, but will mention some plot details.

It was organised by @thedeafprophet and @the-dye-stained-socialite, who streamed it in a discord.

The discord was made specially for the watch party, being set up a few days before the actual event, and invites opened at around the same time.

The setup:

As I previously mentioned, the server was open for a few days prior to the event, with a few members of the flumblr community joining, myself included.

A few emotes were made, mainly joking in matter. They included some amazing art by @the-insouciant-scientist of the endgame professions.

Some channels were made about the movie, spoilers permitted in one and not the other.

As well as some lovely conversation, the testing for the jackbox games was set up, and a few games were played.

The Pre-Show

As the date; March 9th came, more people flooded into the server, and said people began to talk.

The conversation really began to pick up 2 hours before the show, with many people preparing food for the event, such as pasta, or popcorn.

But there was a casualty.

In their unending hubris; one of the event organisers, prophet, created a quiche too powerful and deadly for any human to handle, and launched a quiche blast across the Atlantic, hitting the bowl of pasta I had made, knocking it to the floor, destroying it.

I am warning you, the image of the quiche pictured below may be too horrible to imagine, to even think about without the edges of your mind falling apart like wet paper.

You have been warned.

And the unleasher of the quiche admitting to their crimes

After this horrible event, I was left scarred, but more importantly, in lack of food. I thought nothing of it and ordered food for later that night.

I thought I'd also mention the loaf of bread made by @zeebreezin

Just a good solid loaf.

After the quiche incident, the conversation just moved along from topics of food and ended up continuing until the time of the event beginning.

The Beginning:

An executive decision was made to wait 10 minutes or so for people to arrive, just to make sure nobody would miss anything.

At 8:12 IST, the watch party had begun in full swing. People sat on chairs, beds, and couches, and were all tuned into a 720p possibly illegal stream of a movie from 2015.

As previously mentioned, I won't go into spoilers in this writeup, but I will mention characters and plot points, but nothing particular.

For this write up, I will go over some of the main characters featured in this film with a simple bio.

Edith: an aspiring author who's wealthy businessman father who disapproves of her relationship with Thomas Sharpe

Thomas Sharpe: an owner of a crumbling estate slowly sinking into the clay mines below the house, he seeks funding for a digging machine to help revitalise the mines.

Lucille Sharp: Thomas's older sister, seemingly distant from the world.

Dr Alan McMicheal: Blonde doctor guy

Ferguson: appears on screen for a total of two seconds, I expected him to come back later.

The slop: liquid clay, looks tasty and probably cures anemia.

As the movie began, everybody who hadn't seen the movie before immediately distrusted Thomas Sharpe, myself included.

As the movie continued, I began keeping two counters and a constant rating.

These were

1: the gun counter

2: the violence counter

And 3: the beard rating

The gun counter was simple, every gun on screen would add 1 point to the total.

The violence counter was every scene of violence in the movie; not act of violence. So a scene of someone getting punched twice would still only count as one.

And the beard rating, where I rated all the beards visible to me during the watch.

Anyways, as the movie progressed, a common theme appeared in the chat.

Manic slop posting.

The slop (pictured below) is the liquid form of the red clay the Sharpe household is slowly sinking into, a deep and rich colour that makes your mouth water slightly.

In my personal opinion, the slop is the single best character in the movie.

I will not explain myself.

As well as slopposting™, during scenes of intense violence people would start talking about the blood; and honestly? Good for them.

I wish I could go into more detail about the events of the movie, but I really urge you to watch it yourself, it's violent and very heartfelt.

Also slop.

now, about half way through the movie, I told the chat I needed to check for the pizza I had ordered over an hour and a half prior to the movie starting, and The Powers That Be graciously granted us an intermission, we're I called my pizza place 4 times and they never picked up, so I was forced to wait another 30 minutes for my pizza.

I did get it eventually.

The rest of the watch party was not uneventful, with a lot of jokes and gasps as the movie continued telling its story.

But all good things must come to an end, and as the final scene cut to black; the end began.

The aftermath:

Most people left after the movie ended, leaving around 8 people left to play some jackbox as the night continued.

Nothing major really happened, (except for prophet finding out the truth behind Easter eggs), so here are a few funny screenshots from the games I was in, I even won one of them

As a bit of a final note, I really have to thank everybody involved. It was a really fun little event, and any more in the future, I'd be glad to participate in.

SLOP!!!!!

[thehoneybuzz]

Nine years ago today, on the eve of my 22nd birthday, I woke up knowing I would meet an elephant, and that's precisely what I did.

I bought new clothes for the occasion. I woke up early and curled my hair. The day promised to be a special one, worthy of the extra effort I took in welcoming it. Ian drove us the 3 hours from Sarasota to Ocala, and we arrived at Two Tails Ranch, an elephant rescue in central Florida. The ranch is the only privately owned elephant facility of its kind, unique like so many things are in Florida.

Elephants trumpeted our arrival and accepted every carrot we offered before it was time to climb aboard. It was one of the happiest days of my life – not just the chance to interact with an animal I admired in a space they were well cared for – but the thoughtfulness of my partner who would gift me an experience of such deep meaning. It was a happy birthday, indeed.

So why, then, were my palms sweating? Why did my heart keep pounding in my chest? Why did my breath catch when the keeper stood up to speak? With nine years of distance, I finally understand that day through the lens of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. In that moment, I just felt crazy.

You see - March 9th isn't my birthday. It's his. Because the universe has a mean sense of humor, the man who abused me celebrates his existence the day before I celebrate mine. We were born one day and seven years apart. When we were a family, we'd celebrate together. It's an odd thing to share birthday cake with your abuser, but it's something I did for ten years. I was a decade removed from my abuse at 22 years old, but I was just beginning to understand its impact. I steadied my shaking hands by grabbing Ian's. I told myself what I always did - that today was just a day, and I'd get through it.

From the time I first began to understand what happened to me, that I was a victim of something truly evil, I vowed to live above the influence of that abuse. I was naïve. I didn't realize how little say we have in how our brain encodes its traumas – that the mental flinch I made when confronted with reminders of the past, like birth dates, was indicative of so much more. I ran from abuse into the arms of achievement, and I was comfortable there. That day, however, my hands wouldn't stop shaking. I had pushed on but never healed.

The keeper stood before the small crowd and introduced the elephants like old friends. "This is Luke," she said, and I lost my remaining breath. I would be celebrating my birthday with an elephant who shared the name of my abuser. Happy birthday to me. It was a relatively cool day, even by Florida standards, but I was sweating.

I told myself it didn't matter. That Luke didn't have power over me anymore. That a name, by itself, isn't evil. I even bought a magnet with Elephant Luke's picture on it. I could look at the magnet as evidence of what I could overcome. It served as evidence of how little I was bothered by something that happened so long ago and wasn't I doing fine? Wasn't I? The magnet lived on my fridge, but I still avoided looking at it. I realize now that this is also the perfect metaphor for how I treated my abuse – affixed to me by a force I didn't understand but not as something that needed my attention. By 30, it would demand it.

I would return to Two Tails several times over our years in Florida. I took my brother the day before we got our elephant tattoos, and I took my stepsister when she visited with our parents. My brother knew about my abuse, having witnessed its discovery, but I had never told my stepsister. I rarely told anyone. I didn't know the shame would cost me my family.

Thirty found me in a much different place than 22. In many ways, I had become the woman I always wanted. I had a pilot's license and a master's degree en route to a Ph.D. I'd climbed three volcanos. Ian and I were married and happy. I had a growing army of nieces and nephews to call my own. My stepsister announced she was pregnant that year, and I was overjoyed. Ian and I had moved from Florida to Washington to be closer to family, and as soon as we arrived, that family promised to grow. But it didn't. Instead, it exploded.

My stepsister named her child Luke. She announced her chosen name during her pregnancy, and I knew I had a decision to make. First, I had to tell her. That part wasn't a choice. I also had no choice in my feelings; they ebbed and flowed against my will. But I could decide what to do next. If I told her my association, I hoped that would be enough for her to change her mind. I looked at the magnet, at Luke the Elephant with his perfectly crossed tusks, and told myself all the lies I had told myself for years. That Luke was just a name, that the pain of my past didn't bother me, that I could outrun my fear. I tried to promise my sister that I'd love who she created, regardless of his name, and that I wanted to honor her choice. Ultimately, they were promises I couldn't keep. I could not simply put away my past. Trauma doesn't negotiate. It's a terrorist making demands.

Family discussions about the name escalated to full-on panic attacks, and I punished myself for them further. Why couldn't I just get over it? Why did I see the choice between mother and child as involving me at all? Why couldn't I just accept the name? "Move on," I begged. "Move on." No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't gain control. When I imagined holding my nephew, I had to imagine pushing down the thoughts of being molested as a child at the same time. I felt like a failure. All that running I had been doing, and I had gotten nowhere at all. At 30, I reverted to something I hadn't done since I was 21. I cut my wrists to manage my pain. It had to go somewhere, and instead of letting it go, I poured it back into my body.

I was so afraid. It felt like no matter what I did, the story of my abuse would somehow become a part of my nephew's story – especially if I wasn't healed. I couldn't accept it, and I couldn't move on. The pain had to end with me. I asked my sister to change the name and told her, honestly, about my past and its consequences. I went to therapy and received the diagnosis of complex PTSD. Still, her mind didn't change. I removed myself from our shared family. It felt like the only way to keep the new Luke safe. It felt like the only way to keep myself safe, too.

The magnet still lives on my fridge. It's a complicated token of my journey, but one I can make regular eye contact with now. I've realized that healing isn't an outcome as much as a practice, and I know I'm making strides. Still, days are hard. I may never feel safe enough to return to my family as I did before. The pain of loss and grief has become as much a part of my story as the abuse itself. The challenge is to accept that my needs are valid and that I am not less because of them.

I am not less because someone chose to hurt me. I am not less for the ways my brain and body adapted to keep me alive. I'm not less because I am unwilling to engage in relationships that don't consider my needs. I am human. Beautifully complicated, full of both darkness and light.

Last year I climbed a volcano for my birthday. This year, I climb a mountain of a different kind. I've spent 30 years in the valleys of my shame. Afraid to write this down, afraid to share it. Worried that my words might only be honored or believed if they were delivered in the right way. I'm done with all that. I'm 31 tomorrow, and that makes me a grown-up. It's my turn.

So here it is, universe. His name. My secret. You can take it. I'll keep the parts I need – the bravery it gave me, the strength. I've bartered with the universe before – exchanging pain for empathy and hurt for care. Today I offer shame for something beautiful. Shame in exchange for the truth of knowing who we truly are. I have lived for 30 years, afraid that people would discover what I am. I falsely equated my identity with my victimhood. I have lived 30 years, ashamed of myself for being abused. Tomorrow? I'm 31. And I'll wake up believing this truth: Who I am is not what happened to me, and I am enough as I am.

Happy fucking birthday to me.

[lesmissocials-fuckedup]

Les Mis socials : 2023 hall of shame tournament

Here it comes !! Full disclaimer : it is the first year I am doing this and my computer with all planned voting forms broke down so it may not be as convenient as I wanted it to be BUT on the positive side we are finally doing this ranking !

The goal here is simple : create a top-5 ranking of the WORST posts the Les mis social media teams have made in 2023. Voting will be done in two steps :

1- Starting today at 8 PM GMT and ending January 1st, you will be able to choose between the TEN posts that were most submitted as worst post of the year. The posts with the most votes will make it to the podium (the podium being 5 posts because I said so) and the others will get an honorary mention because why not. Starting the voting so late may mean we won't get the final results before the end of the year but it also gives me the opportunity to include whatever atrocity happens for New Year if needed.

2- Starting January 2nd and ending January 8th, a new poll will be realeased with the 5 selected posts and will allow us to create the final podium for this year. The final results will be published on January 9th !

The voting form will be basic Tumblr polls each time (I had planned more convenient Google docs forms but lost them so. sorry about that)

Below the cut is a list of the ten posts that will be featured in this tournament ! I will also add this list with links to those posts under each poll so that everyone will know exactly what we are talking about.

Have fun and feel free to roast the Les Mis tems as much as you wish to !

Posts that were submitted the most for this ranking :

The "Who should Marius choose ??" question - source : Twitter - January 29th

Mother's day post - source : Twitter - March 19th

The Easter post - source : Twitter - April 9th

Fourth of July post - source : Twitter - July 4th

The Wimbledon post - source : Twitter - July 15th

Football World Cup - source : Twitter - August 20th

Cosette in San Diego - source : Twitter - October 15th

Thanksgiving - source : Twitter - November 23rd

Christmas Eve - source : Twitter - December 24th

Christmas - source : Twitter - December 25th

I am aware that all of those are from Twitter, as it is the social media on which I can most easily check their posts, but the ones on other platforms were either 1- less submitted or 2- the same as the ones on Twitter !

[klayr-de-gall]

Hi, Everyone!Let's do this fun challenge together!

What's a Broken Phone Challenge?

It's like a game of telephone, but instead of whispering in your ear, you get a super blurry image and have to draw what you think it is before it is send on to the next artist in line, who gets your equally blurred artwork to make their own interpretation.

Each participating artist will be given a two weeks timeframe to finish their artwork, before it is send on.

Pairings: Destiel & Reed900

Theme: Beginnings

>>SIGN UP FORM

All participants are welcome and encouraged to join the "Artsy Streamers" Discord Server for updates and additional fun. (If you decide against joining for whatever reason, make sure to check your mail often!)

🎨  Interpret the blurred artwork in your style

🎨  You can take liberties, but still stay true to what you (think you) see and the Pairing

🎨 No NSFW art Interpretation's allowed (this time)

🎨  You have to finish your artwork in two weeks, there will be no Check-In

🎨  If you struggle with your timeframe please tell Klayr as soon as you can, so adjustment's can be made

🎨  AI-Art is not allowed.

🎨  It's possible to sign up for both pairings (Fill in the Sign-Up two times)

🎨  At the end of the challenge, a masterpost will be posted on Klayr's social Medias with the compilation of all art-chains. A small version of your art will be included and you will be tagged accordingly!

🎨  After the challenge has finished and the compilation image has been posted you can post your art on social media!

🎨  If you have any questions you can ask in the discord server  or send Klayr a dm

🎨  Have fun!

Other things to know:

The Starting Artist will be randomly selected. Before the start of phase 1, everybody will be contacted to confirm they are okay with the timeframe they will be given.

If there are more then 7 participants (per pairing) multiple groups will be formed. (That can have an impact on how many phases there will be and when the challenge will end. If everything changes, information will be send around accordingly!)

After finishing your Art, you will send it back to the Mods, and they will blur it and send it on. So neither you know who will draw your artwork, nor will the person after you know who made their blurry inspiration.

Important Dates:

Sign-Up Open: 10th February

Sign-Up Close: 26th FebruaryBefore 1st March: Check in about timeframes

Phase 1: 1st March - 14th March

Phase 2: 15th March - 28th March

Phase 3: 29th March - 11th April

Phase 4: 12th April - 25th April

Phase 5: 26th April -  9th May

Phase 6: 10th May - 23th May

Phase 7: 24th May - 6th Juny

Reveal: 10th of Juny

[the-takosader]

I found the password to my account again!

Nah I'm just joking, I've been logged in all along. Anyway, welcome back to Takosader's ramblings. This is part 2 of the Cherry XII project detailing.

Last month, I outlined the madness that I'm doing with this kit, including:

The inspiration

The logic

The methods

...and other such inane phrases incomprehensible to people who don't trawl Wikipedia and TVTropes pages for fun.

So. Let's review - where am I up to with the build? What's happened in the 6 weeks and a day since I last posted?

When I wrote the post last month, I was as far as making a router template for expanding the neck pocket. I'd already made a centre line (what mathblr may call a datum line), and was getting ready to sort out that router template. By the end of the 9th Feb, I suddenly had a new set of 3 cuts on my right index finger. Ouch.

So yeah, that was not fun. 3 weeks off to let my finger heal up, and I was back up at the beginning of March to continue where I left off. In those 3 weeks, my aunt (who is so very kindly helping me build this and is teaching me how to do woodwork at the same time) had routed out the neck pocket of the semi-hollow Telecaster body I acquired for this madness to accommodate a neck heel of 59mm, expanded from the standard 56mm that it was routed for originally.

We worked our arses off on March 1st, and that's an understatement. In the 6 hours we worked on it, not only did we modify the body to support the bridge pickup, which requires modifying the rear pickup cavity, but we also designed a new scratchplate for it and we attached the neck too.

Most of last week was spent just making the scratchplate, ensuring that it actually fit on the guitar. By the end of it, well...

I'd say these photos prove more than anything that we came up with a pretty damn good design. Yeah, for my fellow guitar nerds out there, this is in fact a Telecaster Thinline body modded to fit '69 pickup styling. Why '69 specifically? Because according to Fender, the '70s thinlines were H-H, not S-S. Also '69 was the first year they even came out.

Of course, to be fair, the entire thing, aside from the scratchplate, is purely pre-built stock. I think I mentioned last time that this is a kit-build right? Please correct me if I'm wrong, I'm too lazy to check right now.

Next week's going to be fun, though. Might actually get to first assembly stage of putting the bridge and the string ferrules in, and then, who knows, maybe I'll get to start finishing the damn thing. Either way, it's been 3 months well spent, I'll tell you that. And that's not even accounting for making the brand new nut that's going to be required for this!

Maybe I can set up the pickups on the 6 string (which I'll make from the original kit's body) in such a way that combining them has the same effect as on a J-Bass, or the Red Special. Hell, maybe I could do that on the Sunset Fade. Options, options, options.

[spookyserenades]

i don’t even know what to say after that chapter!!!! first off i started rereading from chapter 1 on the 6th and i didn’t finish until this morning (the 9th) 😭 girl you’ve written so much i’m just/// HOW? ALSO i had just finished rereading ch8 when you posted the new chapter and i had a genuine debate with myself about continuing in order or going right to 14 and i was alllmost good but i had just waited a month you know???? a girl’s gotta eat.

i honestly knocked right out after reading it, as much as i love mess i was NOT ready to process it and just went straight back to reading in the correct order the next morning. and now i’m here and i’ve read it a second time and Fuck.

my first semi-coherent thought is yoongi with his dark long hair in just sweatpants and a chain necklace is absolutely sinful i almost can’t breathe picturing it 😮‍💨 also he was Not on his best behavior this chapter lmaooo i love how confident and hot he is like MC is his girl but right in front of poor tae!!!!?! and then seokjin in the first half of the chapter (before my poor lovebug disappeared 🥺) was 🔥🔥. we’ve seen little sneak peaks of this side of him before but omg when he called her pretty girl i was like yes! jin i’m your pretty girl 💀

also much more tame but i love LOVE the mystery van duo they’re just so cute in there and i giggle at the jokes made at their expense. and i’m so excited to see joon and ggukie spend more time with mc (mayyyybe in dangerous situations where they mayyyybe feel protective of her idk idk) also this line: “Namjoon froze, before his expression dissolved into pure excitement, something Y/N hardly ever saw on his face unless there was some kind of pastry in front of him.” i snorted let the poor boy live?? joon was really just an overgrown puppy that scene.

and then my gentle cowboy (sorry jimin)!!!!! i’ve missed him so much. i loved the time him and mc spent with the horses and i’m reallyyy curious to know how he feels about mc and yoongi being together. like he was distancing himself bc he had a feeling but why? bc it made him uncomfortable? was it really just bc he was sad mc didn’t trust him? i know you can’t really answer but like i’m shaking my little coin can at you and asking humbly.

then there’s foxy who’s good at pretending like nothing bothers him but he definitely Seemed bothered when he first found out even if he covered it up and is going about like nothing’s different. which brings me to my baby bear!!!! 😭😭😭 oh taehyung :( what a way to end the chapter, if didn’t live for drama i’d be blocking you and throwing my phone 😅 i just need it to be march already, like thank god this is the shortest month lol —🪶

fjkdslafjda Hello love!!! LMAO You're right I've written so much I can hardly believe it,,, usually I'm one who struggles to finish my WIPs so I'm amazed that I've written this much for one story 💀

AHH I can't believe you read through all the chapters before the latest update oh my goodness!! I admire your speedy reading bestie ✨ OOF YEAH the visual of long haired Yoongi.. chain, sweats, no shirt... My new Roman Empire tbh. I'd totally eat him alive. He's also definitely eating up the fact that he's the only one who gets to kiss her (amongst other things lol) Poor Jin. I think he was gearing up to confess to her, and now he doesn't know WHAT to do 😭 But besides that, mmm the "pretty girl" term of endearment reallllyyyy does it for me, too. Especially hearing it from Seokjin.

THE MYSTERY GANG! I'm so excited for their upcoming adventures. I've wanted to get to this plot arc for so so so long, and finally it's here! I love the interactions between JK and Joon sm, too, they tick each other off but I think they're comfortable with one another. OO you BET they'll find themselves in dangerous situations, and between JK and wolf Joon, they'll fight tooth and nail to keep Y/N safe (hot). Joon loves his sweets, in Trouvaille and in IRL!!!

Jimin 🥺 He finally got a good scene this past update, I've missed him too! I said in a previous ask that when springtime rolls around, there will definitely be more scenes with him outside. They have to plant their little garden, and go for rides around the property! As for him with Yoongi/Y/N, I think Jimin was a little disappointed that he wasn't confided in, and perhaps thought that Y/N did deem him as trustworthy with that information :(

Oh yeah, Hoseok was definitely clocked! He's used to being so quick and clever, so I think him not being able to figure out that they were sneaking around made him feel weird. That said, Hoseok is quick to recover and roll with the punches. I think his friendship with Y/N is too important to him to risk being outwardly upset.... which leads me to Tae. Poor bastard 💀 He's totally one of the more jealous ones, and I think like Jimin, was disturbed that he wasn't told right away. I live for drama, too bestie!!! Wouldn't be Trouvaille if there weren't cliffhangers every update!

Thank you for reading the newest update and sending me your love and thoughts, I loved hearing all of your theories 🥺💜

[sabohno]

So, this is mostly for me to look back on in the future or for anyone who wants to know my process for making this comic.

Officially, I started this project on September 9th, 2022. I did one page of thumbnails all in one sitting. Like this.

I didn't have a clear picture in my mind of what I wanted. I still can't see it even when thinking of how I wanted this project to look.

So, I sketched out the pages. The earliest ones I can think of. And then, I wrote down my first draft of the script.

... Why I thought I'd be done by Christmas, I do not know.

Added some more in October. And I thought that would be it. I changed my mind later, though, to include two more pages.

Then, I rewrote my script in March. This time, I added which pages they would go to instead of the jumbled mess draft 1 was.

After I shared my post with my new editor, who is not the one I directly mention, my old editor noted that I made some grammar mistakes. So, I double-checked the grammar and wording at my college library on September 17th with Grammarly.

… My house had no wifi, and I struggled to get it working. Yeah, it was a tough week from 9/17 to 9/21. I managed to get it done in the end, tho! I'm writing this process post on the 22nd anyway.

If you're wondering why you're not seeing all of it, it's because I'm not subjecting you to scrolling. It was copied from how I formatted it in the pages, so they're very spaced.

Oh right! I forgot. I used a LOT of references and put them in PureRef. (161 MB! Really huge for me.)

And finally, a video of the entire process. That is 158 images you are seeing because I forgot CSP has a timelapse function! If you pause, you can see those early sketches pop up before my latest work overtakes the rest of the process I entirely made up. I drew something with a night sky theme on a whim and went with it instead. (The effect is a crossfade from a gif maker before I put all the combined gifs for each page into a video. This. This is something I plan on never repeating.) Additional Edit for October 1st, 2023: I added a signature so you won't spot it in the video.

Takeaways (for me):

Don't bold so hard! Or maybe learn to bold correctly for next time.

More curvy lines?

Learn how to ink details.

Learn to draw humans more.

Try experimenting more with sketching.

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

I'm thinking about the week after my high school graduation. My Christian School was run by a Baptist Church I was a member of and I was in the process of leaving.

I had recently suffered a terrible experience 3 days before the end of school where I was accused of something I didn't do alongside a classmate, threatened with expulsion, and lost my job as church pianist. I got in trouble that only 3 ppl knew about, but that night at prayer meeting, everyone seemed to know I(17 girl) and Sam(19 boy) got in trouble together and ppl assumed we had premarital sex. And my mom raised all hell between school and church, so the pastor/principal called me up to the front after service to talk to me and finally got my side of the story after punishing me severely and NOT asking for my side 8 hours earlier. I wasn't given my job back. Got no apology. And none of them made an effort to fix my reputation that only the pastor, his secretary, or his deacon, could have blabbed about to make me sound like a harlot. And after months of their behavior towards minorities of all sorts making me feel more and more awkward and terrible inside, I decided I would begin the process of leaving. I phased out of that place like a whisper and don't interact with any of them. It's been a decade.

So on this Sunday afternoon prior to evening service, I was sitting in Fellowship Hall with my former HS teacher. She was doing something that involved counting and all I remember was offering to help count despite dreading it(she'd done a lot for me so helping was the least I could do), and then the following incident ruining my numbers and me having to restart.

The secretary, the one who participated in gossiping and slandering me just a week prior, comes up with a clipboard to tell me, "You still owe $400 in tuition, so you'll have to come every Friday for candy-selling until it's paid off."

And I've always hated her ass cuz she has a chip on her shoulder. My mom expressly ordered me to not interact with her as much as I could while still under 18. She is literally annoying af.

The haughty look on her face and the fact that she lied through her teeth in front of my fav teacher... No. I don't have to worry about my behavior at church getting me punished at school anymore. yeah, that was a thing. The rules were BS. Here's a [POST] about my school's student handbook.

"No, I don't," I told her. "Pastor himself, told me in front of many witnesses, including Mrs. Slebodnik here, that I paid it all off and can begin saving for Christian college. He's been collecting that saved up money for me since March, so if you really think I owe hundreds, he has enough in an envelope, and you can just take that."

And she was so blindsided by this because she had a habit of going up to students at random times in the year and telling them they owed [certain number] and had to pay up. Tuition was $125 a month. I was being forced to pay it off since my sperm donor enrolled me and then never paid up.

So I had a $1,250 debt from 8th Gr and that tacked onto when I started candy-selling in the first week of 9th. I was allowed to take about $60 of the overall profit every week through candy-selling and that's $240 monthly for 10 months. So I should have been catching up. And by 12th Gr, I was making about $90 a week as I gained loyal customers who would only buy from me personally. So every month in Senior Year I was getting around $360 from selling candy on Friday alone.

I was doing extra candy-selling on Tuesdays to pay my way through our senior trip to the Bahamas. Since I had to split half of whatever I got with the school, I had to make at least $100 each Tuesday to get at least $50 put away cuz the travel expenses to and back cost more than the cruise itself did. I had 7 months to do this because Pastor couldn't make up his mind what was going to happen. It was hell. I cried a lot. I was the only poor student. Everyone else was selling extra candy for college and I was selling extra so I could at least go on a field trip with my friends for a week. Their parents afforded shelling out $1K+ just fine... and no one wanted to help me. I hated it.

So with this secretary, we came to the assumption that she was pocketing money. I gave you the numbers. A bit of minor math should point out how I was making enough to catch up. If all of 8th Gr cost $1,250 and I make $2400 in 9th Gr, then I paid off 8th Gr and that remaining $1,150 would go toward 9th Gr's debt. Which leaves $100 still owed. So how is it, on New Years Day in 10th Grade(where my monthly earnings from candy-selling had increased even further btw) that was I informed that I was $2K+ in debt?

NYD was Jan 1st. School had been going on for 4 months at that point. $100 from 9th Gr added to the 4 months is $600 even. I was making over $60 a week which is $960 personally earned in those 4 months. So even if you added January's tuition bill to that $600, it would only = $725. So I should have been ahead of the curve. Why was I not?

My mom raised a fuss about those numbers, pointing out with her own math how that wasn't right.

And Ms. Secretary tried that 'you owe money' line with my friend Kali who was super rich and who had Church Leaders for parents and who paid for her tuition, so she didn't have to go candy-selling ever. And her mother did not take that shit lying down.

So I'm just saying... she seems like she pocketed the money.

Anyway, Mrs. Slebodnik went to the Pastor's wife to complain about Ms. Secretary's behavior and since her husband was the oldest serving Deacon of the church, and they made a massive annual donation to the Needy Saints Offering, they couldn't afford to ignore her whenever she had something to say.

I left about a month later.

So yeah, this came to mind and as I'm bitter and love to hate those that deserve it, I had to get this off my chest.

[naoko-world]

Fic rec of the week from March 27th to April 9th

Happy easter! Chocolate is life so I'm so happy and I'll totally gain weight again. As for you, instead of chocolate I'm giving you links to my favorites fics of the week!

The first one is called Still just you and me, and is about Agustín and Pepa's friendship. In there, Pepa gets jealous because Agustín got a new friend and he's forgetting his promises to her.

It's a pretty simple but cute story that really touched my heart! I wasn't sure before starting but I love how it's about Pepa and Agustín only, without Félix and Julieta being part of the friendship. They're best friends and it feels!

The second one is Dreamlight Miracle, by @egofan4evr, a Reader story (platonic) crossover between Dreamlight Valley and Encanto.

It has been started last year, before Encanto was announced in Dreamlight valley. At the time we honestly thought it would take a long time before we gets any Encanto character in Dreamlight Valley...I guess we were wrong XD That fic also made me want to start playing Dreamlight Valley because it seemed so fun.

I was honestly afraid she would stop it, so I'm happy she decided to continue it and having it be an Alternate universe where you're getting Mirabel a different way than in the game. I like her way by the way, it's really fitting the Encanto characters. For now she posted a short chapter before she continuse and I can't wait to see how she'll adapt it with what we have in canon.

The last one is A pilgrim's kiss by @theglareyousee and is about Mariano and Dolores and Shakespeare works.

I'm not a native english speaker so the Shakespeare kind of language gives me headaches. I mean... "This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh?" I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU MEAN, SPEAK ENGLISH!

There though it was alright! Especially since it's only quotes said by Mariano as a way to be romantic. I love how it serves as showing he isn't compatible with Isabela, but is with Dolores because she's the one to know and understand poetry on the contrary of Isabela who doesn't understand it at all.

It's cute and very fitting, a must read!

[heyjudemunson]

Freaks to Lovers - Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1 - THE HELLFIRE CLUB

or read here!

ch2 - Pool Party ch3 - Memories ch4 - Insomnia ch5 - Princess Leia

Eddie Munson x female!reader

fluffy/angsty

2.8k

tw: mentions of shitty parents, bully!jock pushes reader but I will tag per chapter as tw appear!

this is a repost bc I really should’ve edited my chapter before posting lolol it’s fine

pic from tudum.com

Hawkins High, March 21, 1986.

"This is my year, I can feel it. Eighty-six, baby!"

Eddie Munson wraps up his grandiose speech with a toothy grin, scanning his eyes over across the lunchroom, hands on his hips. His eyes are lit with excitement, hopeful that he'll actually graduate this year. You notice a small hint of sadness behind them as well, a sadness knowing he is going to leave this life of sweaty bodies crammed in the halls and horrible teachers -of 'comfort'- if you can even call it that, but nonetheless, the comfort of seeing the same faces every day, clinging to the last remnants of childhood before being thrust into real-life adulthood.

Though, he's basically been an adult for a while now. Being friends for so long, you've learned a lot about his life, his quirks, and his mannerisms. You and Eddie have been friends since..... what, 8th grade? 9th? The past blends in one big blur of Dungeons and Dragons campaigns, late-night movie marathons, getting high by Lover's Lake, or any other mischief you could get your hands snaked into. You found fairly quickly that Eddie lived with his uncle, Wayne, but you knew not to ask about his parents. It was a bit of a sensitive subject. You never asked unless he willingly let personal information slip. However, you could sympathize, with your parents practically being nonexistent in your own life, too. His uncle works the night shift, so Eddie has had to do so much on his own, pretty much fending for himself over the years. Which, is one of the reasons he failed his senior year the first time.

How you and Eddie became friends isn't a wild or dramatic story, considering who started the friendship. Eddie spotted you early on in high school, after you moved to Hawkins, in your ripped jeans and Judas Priest tee, he knew you'd fit right into their little group. You quickly become the newest 'victim' to his D&D campaigns. You played a couple of nights with him and his friend circle, not really giving it much thought. You figured this would be a once-in-a-while type of hang, yet, somehow, this mop of hair with a gangly body convinced you to stay, and you haven't looked back since.

"So, what's your spring break plans?" you ask, in between bites of what the school has deemed appropriate to call a hot dog.

Eddie turns away from the lunchroom crowd that wasn't paying attention to his monologue back towards his table of friends, his smile fading into a smirk. "Only starting one of the best campaigns I have ever come up with."

He was the Dungeon Master of a group he proclaimed as The Hellfire Club. You couldn't believe how obsessed everyone in the group could be. Especially since personalized shirts were made for every member. Which everyone so happens to be wearing today in preparation for tonight, including you.

Mike, Dustin, Gareth, and Jeff -the other members of Hellfire- were buzzing and mumbling to each other in their seats. Everyone has been itching to go on a quest again. It's been two whole weeks, quite possibly the longest Hellfire has gone without playing. Spring break was officially starting today at 3 p.m., once that school bell rang to release you from your prison, you were free to play D&D sessions that easily bled from minutes to hours to days. This was definitely going to turn into a 'sleep, eat, slay' type of session. You barely had time to breathe.

"Did we ever decide where we're playing?" Jareth asks, tossing his napkin on his tray.

"We can always play at my house," offers Dustin. We all stare at him for a moment. His mom could be a bit much. Incredibly nosy and overbearing, and that was towards everyone, let alone towards Dustin.

"Wheeler's got the big basement," Eddie jams his thumb in Mike's direction, bringing everyone's attention back. Dustin shrugs in his seat and reaches across the table to take Jeff's cookie while he wasn't looking.

"Fine with me. Just gotta tell my mom," Mike replies glancing around the table. Everyone nods in agreement.

The bell rings signaling lunch is over. You stand to toss your tray when Eddie rushes to match your pace. "Need a ride to Wheeler's?" He shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, matching his stride with yours.

You drop your tray in the trash and turn towards the hallway door. "I gotta go home first. I left my overnight bag. I was in such a hurry to get to school this morning and left it in my room."

He turns with you, walking in the total opposite direction of his next class. He is graduating this year, but barely by a thread. "I can take you by, I don't mind." He offers a small smile. He knew you hated being at home alone very long. He never asked why, either. It was just one of those understood things between friends that you didn't talk about.

The both of you stop in front of Mrs. Rosher's English class, your next period. "You sure? I hate making you drive me around, like my personal chauffer or somethin'." You let out a dry chuckle, hoping he wouldn't rescind his offer. But you knew better. Eddie Munson is one of the kindest, most thoughtful people you knew, despite his outward appearance. He was the so-called "bad boy" of the school. He had tattoos, smoked and dealt pot, listened to metal, lived in a trailer park, in a band, and failed senior year the first time. He checked every single box to be labeled as the stay away from him type of guy. "Or at least let me pay ya gas money."

"I only chauffer pretty things like you for free," Eddie playfully nudges your arm with his elbow. He always flirts. Boy, girl, inanimate object. It didn't matter. That's just the way Eddie is. Ever the charmer.

Someone rushes between you two standing in the doorway, causing you to stumble backward a few steps. Eddie furrows his brow, fists ready but still in his jacket pockets. Without thinking, you brace your binder in your hand and shove the back of the jock who pushed you.

"The freak wants to fight back?" the jock, who you recognize as Alex, steps back up to you.

Eddie jumps in to separate you two by grabbing your shoulders and pushing you back into the hallway before anything worse happens. You hear Alex's friend circle laughing at you. They always laugh at you, Eddie, and everyone else in Hellfire. You were all freaks, according to the popular athletes. Your group dressed a little differently. Acted a little differently. Listened to different music. Played the 'satanic game.' No matter what, everything about you was different. Or freakish.

Eddie is upset, you can tell. He doesn't take lightly people mistreating his friends, but he's never been one to start a fight. Mistreating him? No big deal. He's used to it. He's always been Eddie The Freak to this school. But his voice pulls you back into reality,

"Y'know I love when you hold your own, it's way hot. But do. Not. Get suspended within the last few hours before Spring Break. You've got to play in this session." He shakes you by the shoulders gently with each word, eliciting a smile from you. "It's crazy important that you are there. The whole party depends on you. The story- uh, the story depends on you." You can't help but hold his gaze. Why did he say that like he was.... needy? Almost desperate?

"Freaks!" someone breaks the silence. Instinctively, you both flipped them off with your brow furrowed, rage burning in the back of your mind. You turn back towards your friend as the bell rang again.

His eyes flicker from the jocks seated behind you back to your eyes. Raising his brow slightly, "You okay?" nodding his head towards your class.

You roll your eyes, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll meet you at the van. Thanks!" You head into your English class, opting for a seat in the back like every other day. The jocks still snickering at you, but you let it slide off just like every other day. You're way too excited about starting the new campaign tonight to let anything get you down.

3 p.m. finally rolls around. You toss your books into your locker, shift your bag higher on your shoulder, and bolt down the hallway. You push the door bar in and the warm sunshine hits your face as you step out. Finally, you are free. You see Eddie with his van door slid open. You roll your eyes to yourself when you notice one of the dumb jocks that was laughing at you just a couple of hours earlier shuffling his wallet from his back pocket. You guess Eddie is making a last-minute weed deal before everyone disappears from school. They finish up by the time you reach the van.

"Guess they still need their supply from Eddie The Freak?" you point behind you as you hop into the passenger seat, letting your bag slump to the van floor.

Eddie slides the back door closed and joins you in the front. "Only freaks have the good stuff." He winks at you with his tongue sticking slightly out. Eddie being Eddie again, you think. He shifts gears and gets the van on the road heading towards your house.

After a few moments of comfortable silence watching the world pass by you by through the window, you finally speak up. "Is it weird that I'm strangely excited for this week? Just a long week of sleepovers with boys," you waggle your fingers teasingly which makes Eddie rolls his eyes at your girlish giddiness. "And just playin' until we can't keep our eyes open anymore? Finally being away from those jerks at school, doing whatever the hell we want. And Wheeler's got that new pool, too." You slide down in your seat slightly to get more comfortable and prop one foot on the dash.

"Yeah, man. I'm totally ready for you guys to see what I've come up with. It's gnarly." He strokes his chin, thinking back to his late nights of planning this grand story between band practice. He takes a deep breath before continuing, "Are you okay, really? With what happened earlier?" He tries to gauge you, but he keeps his eyes on the road.

You let out a small sigh, looking back out the passenger window. "Yeah. Really, I am. I'm just ready to graduate and get the hell outta this town away from- from everything and everyone."

"Where ya goin', doll, after graduation?" he asks.

You don't answer as he finally rolls up to your house and stops. You guys haven't talked about plans after school. You had dreams of moving out and away from this city. Moving away from your family. Moving away from everyone who called you a freak. You never really thought that dream wouldn't include Eddie. Not that you imagined your life with Eddie the whole way, but no matter what you dreamed, he was there. Maybe that's why you never said it out loud before.

"Give me two secs," you toss up two fingers and you practically fall out of the passenger door, tripping over your own feet in a hurry to the house. You unlock the front door, almost skipping down the hall to your room, and grab your overnight bag. You slam the door behind you with more force than intended but it didn't matter. You are too excited to get Spring Break started to let anything bother you right now.

"Jesus!" Eddie jumps in his seat when your bag slams into the van door. He was so focused on finding a new cassette to play that he didn't notice you returned so quickly until he heard you. He quickly recovers, hoping you didn't notice that you made him almost drop his Iron Maiden cassette. You smile to yourself and hop back in, huffing from your running.

"Ready?" he asks, with one eyebrow cocked.

"Ready." He flashes you one of his famous smiles and you're off again.

Once you make it to the Wheeler's, everyone else in Hellfire has already staked their places in the basement. Sleeping bags, pillows, snacks, and overnight bags scatter the floor, creating a difficult maze. Which will only get worse over the week with discarded pizza boxes and dirty clothes. That is, if the guys seem fit to change at some point this week.

Mrs. Wheeler calls down for Mike, who runs upstairs to answer. Eddie leaves your side at the bottom of the stairs to just blatantly dump his stuff in one heap on the floor closest to the table. He digs out his campaign notes, props, extra dice, and other necessities for this impressive campaign. He tosses everything on the table with a loud thud. You shake your head to yourself at his disregard and glance around trying to find a spot where you'll eventually crash in your sleep-deprived state.

While looking around, you realize something. Something you should have really thought about before you agreed to a week-long sleepover: You were the only girl in Hellfire. This certainly isn't the first time you notice or anything, actually. You've always known. I mean, it's hard not to notice that you're the only girl. It's just never come up before. It did but in a holy-shit-a-girl-is-sitting-at-our-table-and-speaking-to-us??? kind of way that only lasted for about a week. The guys had quickly accepted you as one of their own, you never really felt different or out of place around them. You trusted them with your character's life during a session just as much as you trusted them with your own. It's just, a girl just needs her privacy sometimes, ya know?

"You good, sweetheart?" Eddie still holding one of his D&D books in the air, watching you with raised eyebrows.

You shake yourself out of the realization, nodding in response. "Y-yeah, I'm good." You find a small clearing and set your things down, too. You had considered bunking with Nancy, Mike's older sister, who had a room upstairs on the second floor. Though, you two weren't close enough, you think, to just sleep in her room. Besides, there's really no telling when tonight will officially end and you didn't want to disturb Nancy when you did decide to sleep.

Mrs. Wheeler clomps down the stairs with her thick heels, pizza boxes in tow. Holly follows close behind carrying a couple of two-liters almost as heavy as she is. It was cute watching her struggle as a 'big girl' although she was well over 6 years old now. Her mother always treated her as smaller than the truly was since Holly is the baby -the golden child, Mike said- of the family.

You notice Eddie is buried in his work, getting everything situated just so before we start. He declines every verbal offer of food or drink with a wave of his hand. Dismissing everything without as much as a glance or spoken word, too preoccupied with everything before him. He's been preparing for nearly an hour at this point, shedding his homemade Dio vest a long time ago. He rolls the sleeves of his Hellfire shirt up with full concentration on his notes. You finally stand from your spot on the floor to slap a couple of pepperoni slices on a paper plate and grab an open can of Coke that has grown warm. You walk over to Eddie, and plop the pizza directly in front of him, breaking his attention. Setting the Coke down with a couple of drops splashing out, he finally looks up at you, starring daggers.

"Shit! Be carefu-"

"Eat," is all you say with your eyebrows raised. You know he didn't eat lunch today because he was too excited about tonight's campaign. He also spent the majority of lunch rambling on and on about god knows what. But we also didn't need the Dungeon Master passing out in the middle of a great story from starvation. He's kind of the whole glue to the story working out.

Eddie shakes his head lightly with a smirk. "Yes ma'am."

You roll your eyes once he finally takes a bite, moaning from its deliciousness, though it's been cold for a while. You wonder if this is the first thing he's eaten all day. You always shared your lunch with Eddie whenever he couldn't afford a meal from the lunchroom. Actually, you started preparing an extra sandwich to stash in your lunchbox to give to him anyways a long time ago. Even if he didn't take it at lunch, his hand was always out after school when he gave you a ride home, ready for a snack.

You also wonder when did you become so concerned with Eddie's well-being? It must've happened gradually, considering you've never noticed before now. Sitting back down on the floor next to Dustin and Jeff, you peel your thoughts away from Eddie to engage in the conversation: what's a better movie- Ghostbusters or Back to the Future? Will there be sequels? Should there be sequels?

Finally, after another half-hour or so of anticipation, Eddie stands from the head of the table. In a booming voice and with a flair of his hands, he announces "Enter..... If. You. Dare."

[sango-obligato]

serious post, please read

i think im comfortable enough to talk about my experiences with the chip fandom from march 2022 until february 2023, and how much it really affected me.

i never really wanted to publicly open up about this shit due to past experience and what i had to witness with many of my friends, but im kinda sick of pretending everything is fine and great on here!!

some of the shit i'll be saying under the keep reading cut may be really upsetting, please keep that in mind before proceeding (tws for suicide and harassment) doubt anyone will read this seeing as im such a small account, but hey fucking ho lol

ughhh where the fuck do i begin i created the starlandspoons account in the hopes of trying to warm up to the chip fandom again after enduring so much on the twitter side of it (hoping the tumblr side would be a little better) but... even with me trying to create good memories like i was able to in early 2022.... the pain i felt never subsided.

this is the part where val moans about their chip trauma!! the main shit (im not calling this """drama""". this shit is serious) started in late february of 2022. a controversial figure in the chip fandom, gremlin, came out with an ""apology"" for her actions (i go in detail about her actions here), blaming her actions in 2020/21 on shit like "i was doing it to piss people off" and much more that i dont really want to think about. admittedly, i initially fell for this, being too naive to understand exactly how bad she was (i knew she was bad, but didnt realise how bad)

now heres where the shit really started. back in march of 2022, i witnessed one of my friends on twitter (not naming who, i dont want them to get harassed again) get bombarded with hate + get vagueposted for not forgiving her. people started block-evading them, one person started being enbyphobic towards said person... you can get the idea here. the first time, it did a bit of damage on the way i viewed chip. i lost my taste in it temporarily. that was, until a few days later, where i had a new hyperfixation related to chip (lil guy), which kept my love for it going for a little longer!! that hyperfixation was so strong (stronger than any of my other ones had been) it was able to keep me mostly distracted from the bad shit. mostly.

everything was cool. great. as far as i remember... until late may/early june 2022. back in may of 2022, i became friends with someone called yuzu. they ran an account on twitter where they posted chip songs, tts songs, a/e songs, you get the picture... i became really good friends with them for a while, they were always there to listen to me, we'd talk a lot, yknow. what stood out was that nobody else i knew was that understanding. i was bullied a lot irl, and it was comforting to have that person there for you. i felt.... great!!!

the night of june 9th came, where they got blocked by my friends for "recommending a song from a bad person". they let me know about this, i checked what happened, and... it was a song from gremlin. this didnt bother me too much until i tried to explain to them that they were both problematic... they didn't listen. i dont remember the exact details now as my brain blocked out most of it, but i remember this almost made me spiral into a meltdown, and i suddenly couldnt stand them. i blocked them because i was too uncomfortable and i was on a brink of a meltdown.

june 10th, they made a whole vent about me. guess who had a meltdown!! multiple meltdowns in the span of 2 weeks!! how did i know?? twitter bugged out on me. the vent completely broke me. i was reminded of my ex and how they talked to me. i started getting scared of myself. i felt like a monster. i seriously wanted to kill myself. at that point, i was waiting for my chip friends to block me because i started all of the shit this time!! shit people wanted to move on from!! my brain was convincing me that my chip friends hated me!! (and to this day i still feel like that sometimes)

i had so many more meltdowns from that time. late june, i had to defend another friend (who i'll refer to as bones, for privacy reasons) from being manipulated by them. i was so angry one of my friends went to calm me down through dms. i was so stressed out of my mind that i even went non-verbal one time, which rarely happens!! this continued on and on and on, spending my time and energy defending my friends. i found out so much more about gremlin, even more gross shit, seeing she was friends with someone who is very openly radf*m/a t*rf (+ blamed bones for their own personal family problems), someone who was openly proshit (+ was one of the people who harassed one of my friends)... you get the picture.

this ate away at my mental health more, to the point where i started contemplating suicide. shit i dealt with irl really didnt help either.

the worst part was in january of this year where i had a really bad panic attack because i was scared bones was going to kill themself and there was nothing i could do about it. after that i gave up with the fandom because i finally accepted no matter what i did, nobody would listen. to bones, the friend im talking about, i hope you're okay and i'm sorry i chickened out. im sorry i failed you.

i attempted to try to step my toe into the chip fandom a few months later again by creating the starlandspoons account as my vosim hyperfix was still there and i really missed the good times, but... i still felt unhappy. i have nightmares about the chip fandom sometimes. i am constantly reliving the shit i had to witness in my head. im still feeling the anger i felt those months ago. im still getting angry at myself for not doing more to defend my friends. im still feeling suicidal (not just from the chip fandom, but its contributing to it). it all hurts so much, to this day.

im still going to post on the starlandspoons account for as long as my vosim hyperfix continues. yall are not taking that from me.

sorry for such a heavy vent post, but ive just been needing to let this out for such a long time. it's 4am, i desparately need to sleep. i will say this a thousand times more: thank you to the chip friends who have stayed by my side despite all the shit i endured. thank you so much, you guys really mean to me. seriously, you guys do. i dont know what i'd do without you guys. and to 3 certain people from the chip fandom (you 3 know who you are), thank you especially.

for those who read all of this, thank you for listening to silly little val. i'll be okay, i think. i hope you guys have a good day/night/whatever time it is for you. ;___;