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hostilemuppet · 3 months

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Brozone & Acquaintances: Fame and Blunders (The Rise And Fall, The Epic Highs And Lows Of Trolltwt) Part Six

split into a new post bc the last one (parts 1-5, crossposted on ao3 (including intermission)) got too long. as always, cowritten by the evil genius @squirrelpatties

cloud guy: infamous leaktwt contributor, with a specific fixation on branch (and to a lesser extent anyone close to branch, but branch is his #1). he got his hands on several embarrassing baby photos of branch, which even jd was concerned about, because "we never published those ones, they were just for grandmas wallet". some of his most well known leaks were "barb was admitted to rehab" "creek got a BBL" and "smidge had a miscarriage" (the latter overshadowing the other two by a significant margin)

sky toronto: egotistical millionaire who bought twitter and changed the logo into a tie. whenever creek posts a new off-the-wall conspiracy theory to his impressionable audience, sky replies that hes "Looking into this..." (theyre oomfs). many of his experimental party supplies have killed a disgusting amount of animal test subjects but that doesnt mean hes not willing to test on trolls. branch almost dies when hes hit by someones neuro-mind-link party popper.

smidge vs barbtwt: several influential barbtwt members with a tie to a certain infamous leaker who shall not be named (they paid him. he didnt need the money he just likes messing with people) get their hands on smidges medical records, initially to prove shes trans (shes not) but they instead learn about her miscarriage. instead of backing off, showing her sympathy and feeling guilty about this disgusting breach of privacy, they coordinate to make this public knowledge the next time smidges name trends. twitter is divided into "smidgetwt supporting her wholeheartedly through this horrible situation" "smidge antis who think 'she had it coming'" and "barbtwt happy that smidge is suffering". this sparks a debate on the ethics of trolls smoking while with eggs, with pro-egg-smokers saying its their body their choice and anti-egg-smokers saying "are you out of your damn mind". this is how smidge reveals she is simultaneously pro-egg-smoking and pro-life. its a bloodbath. she drops off the face of the internet never to be seen again........ unless 🤔

cloud guy (part 2): after years of providing the public service of "making branchs life miserable", cloud guys twitter account (and IP) is sadly permabanned when poppy demands sky toronto take action the third time branch is doxxed. sky toronto originally didnt care but after a solid week of her pestering him, he gave up, but only because he forgot to take "no doxxing" out of troll twitters TOS, and the backlash would be worse than hes willing to deal with right now. sleep well, soldier 🫡.

dante vs poppy: dante is branchs stalker. routinely stakes out by branchs pod to take photos of him for his shrine. its not a sex thing but whatever it is is way weirder than a sex thing. branch has moved pods 3 times but dante always manages to find him. perhaps he has friends in high places? regardless of the "how", the "what" is poppy wants him fucking Gonezo. unfortunately dante, as an ambassador for classical trolls, is not under poppys jurisdiction of pop trolls. she decides the only way to deal with the "rando stalking my partner" situation is to catch him with one of branchs traps. except, dante can fly, so rope traps arent effective and poppy needs to get creative and potentially very violent. she asks branch if he still has those spikes she begged him to take down. he does but he repurposed them as hat racks. now he needs to find somewhere else to put his hats!

gus tumbleweed: lowtiergod-esque fighting game streamer whos known for yelling and screaming at his opponents when he loses. he goes into long, drawn out, nonsensical similes and metaphors to describe how much he wants the player who beat him to kill themself or otherwise die painfully

tiny (in game chat): git rekt f4gg0t gus (on mic): someone outta hog tie ya and hang ya up in the middle o town like a pinata caught sleezin with the mayors daughter tiny (in game chat): bro

is invited to take part in a tournament for charity during pride month. when beaten by a gay guy he regresses to violently homophobic hatespeach. youd think thisd be a career ender but its amazing what "pretending to be attracted to your fellow straight male friends" can fix! he makes a halfhearted comment about thinking one of his streamer friends is handsome and/or has a nice ass and everything is back to normal, and he faces zero consequences for his actions.

holly darlin: fellow twitch streamer, although in different circles to gus tumbleweed. she is undefeated at chess but otherwise unremarkable, yet because shes a woman everyone hates her. after a year or two or constant hate she decides "fuck it" and commits to selling snake oil. the hell are they gonna do? call her a whore? shes already got every variation and misspelling caught in autofilter, buddy. she peddles for the same company that supplies the diet pills satin and chenille hype up on their podcast. its how she and satin meet. theyre lesbians now. it makes the hate holly gets SOOOOOO much worse but satins used to it so shes unaffected. chenille gets no say in the matter

synth: third and final twitch streamer (...so far). the gay guy who beat gus in a tournament for charity and was met with violent hatespeach. beforehand was one of the smaller creators in the tournament but afterward he blew up a lot more. he does a lot of charity streams, mostly for the benefit of disabled children, out of the goodness of his heart and NOT the glory like some OTHER trolls mentioned two paragraphs previous. hes just a good guy! also almost had a thing with branch when they were both confused about each others identities.

synth: today marks a year since i almost kissed a very attractive twunk in pop village and then found out he was a lesbian who thought i was a lesbian minuet: gay culture

broppy: theyre doing great! absolutely NO problems whatsoever! im sure it will last forever!

#text #twitter drama au

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anythingandeverything1d · 4 years

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Its the little things

The sun peaked through the curtains and you rolled over, pulling the comforter with you. Harry tugged it back the opposite direction and you rolled your eyes. You tugged it harder back to you, leaving him fully exposed. You smirked knowing he had lost, but instead he pushed you off the side of your bed. “Harry what the hell.” You stood up, tossed the blanket back on top of him and walked into the bathroom slamming the door. It was a little much. You knew that, but things had been hard lately. It had been two months since you and Harry left the house. You spent every waking hour together. It was harder than you thought. The two of you were getting into small fights about everything. At first the two of you had loved quarantine. You loved that Harry was home, that he wasn't going to leave the country and only see you for a week or so at a time. You loved that you would wake up every morning to those green eyes and dimples. Now? Here you were, pissed that he pushed you off the bed at 8:30 am. You washed your face and walked downstairs. Your mood was now a lot lower than it should've been. You decided a cup of coffee was what you needed. You dropped the k cup into the keurig and walked to the fridge to get the creamer. You had heard Harry walk down the stairs and into the kitchen but when you turned around you dropped the creamer in frustration. There Harry was, boxers and all drinking the cup of coffee you had just made with a smile.

“Thanks for the coffee.” he smirked.

“Harold.” you growled. “First you push me out of bed. Now you take my coffee. What the actual hell.”

“Hey you started it with the blanket pulling.”

“Ughh” you growled taking the cup of coffee from him and making it your own again. You sat at the table and scrolled through twitter while Harry banged around in the cabinets making breakfast.

“Want any eggs?”

“No.” Harry turned back to cooking and you turned back to your phone. He sat at the table a few minutes later with a plate of toast and eggs. He dug into his food. When you were both done you placed your cup in the dishwasher and wiped off the counter. Harry had gone upstairs to get ready for a zoom call with the guys. You looked around and groaned. He had left his dirty plate on the table, eggs on the counter, pan on the stove, and an overall huge mess. You grudgingly cleaned it up and marched upstairs to where he was laying on the unmade bed, his clothes scattered around the floor.

“Babe, what do you think of this song lyric-”

“I don't really care Harry.” You picked up his shirt and threw it in the dirty clothes hamper.

“Whats with the mood?”

“I don't have a mood.” You threw another shirt into the hamper.

“Okay whatever you say.”

You turned and glared at him. “Is it so hard to pick up your clothes Harry. This shirt is literally a foot from the hamper. Why cant you just throw it in the hamper instead of on the floor? And can you make the bed? Youre about to video chat with all of your friends and our house looks like a frat house.”

“I do clean up.” Harry started.

“NO. No you don't Harry. I just cleaned up your whole breakfast mess. The ENTIRE thing.”

“I was going to do that.”

“When? In two hours when its gotten all gross and sticky and ants come into our house?”

“I-” “You haven't helped at all Harry. Not at all.”

“Okay you need to calm down. Clearly you woke up a little grumpy.”

“MAYBE BECAUSE YOU PUSHED ME OUT OF BED!” You yelled.

“ONLY BECAUSE YOU STOLE THE BLANKETS!” He yelled back.

You screamed frustrated and ran down stairs, grabbing your keys. You figured that getting out was exactly what you needed. Some time away from him. You drove around blaring music and eventually calmed down a bit. You kept driving, not in the mood to deal with Harry. It was the little things that were getting to you and they were getting harder to take. You turned the radio up and listened to the song. Watermelon Sugar came on and you stopped. Your heart ached for Harry. You felt a little bad about arguing with him so you drove home. You walked into the door and listened, trying to decide if Harry was still on his call or if he had ended. You walked into the kitchen and found a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on the table. You smiled and picked one up smelling it. How did he even manage to pull this off so quickly... You walked up to the bedroom looking for Harry and found a cleaned room and made bed. That’s what I’m talking about...“Harry?” You called out. There was no answer so you decided to take a shower and get dressed for the day. When you got out and wandered downstairs Harry was sat at the kitchen table. He had picked up lunch and placed it out on the table. “Hey.” you said sitting across from him.

“Hey.” he said looking at you. He dropped his head and sighed. “(y/n) I’m sorry.”

“No Harry, I overreacted..”

“No, well yes but you were right. I should've cleaned up. I haven't been the best at it lately and I’m sorry. I really appreciate everything you do and I’m sorry that I haven't been helping out around the house. Ive been so distracted lately with the reunion project and then my tour being cancelled. Its not an excuse I know..I just-I’m sorry babe.”

You stood up and walked over to him, sitting on his lap and sighing. “I’m sorry too Haz..” you wrapped your arms around his neck touching his forehead to yours.

He kissed you and smiled. “I think we are both a little on edge with quarantine. All the little things we normally don't care about are becoming bigger deals”

You nodded. “I think so too.”

“Hey you know what though?”

You looked at him and shook your head. “What?”

“I still love you, I always will. And I still promise to be better.”

“I love you too Harry. I’ll try being more patient...and not taking the covers.” he laughed and kissed you softly.

“As long as you're in my bed you can take the covers all you like.” He kissed you again and grinned, “So, should we dig in?” you nodded and walked over to your seat. Harry had picked up chipotle, one of your favorites.

You took a bite and smiled. “Thanks for the flowers by the way and lunch and for making the bed.”

“Thanks for cleaning up my mess this morning and for putting up with me all the time.” You laughed and flicked a piece of rice at him.

“I would put up with anything as long as I get to keep you.” He smiled and took a bite. You were glad things had settled back in. Quarantine was a lot. It was a lot of time together but it was a time that you could grow together. If you could survive this, you could survive anything.

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Just a short blurb but I got a request for this! Enjoy! xoxo

#one direction #directioners #one direction fanfiction #one direction imagines #Harry Styles #harrystyles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines

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n-ugg · 3 years

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I didn't expect to get tagged but here we are. As you all will be able to tell in a bit, I am a massive Quackity fan

Thank you for tagging me @skeetlehands!

who is your favourite member on the smp?

Look, I love them all but these have a special place in my heart.

Quackity, Slimecicle (I am fully aware he just joined but I still love him), Schlatt, Tubbo, Eret, AweSamdude, and Ponk.

They're just great in and out of character and just have comforting vibes.

when did you first start watching the smp and what made you get into it?

I gotten in during the Pogtopia era since it took me a while to get access to the streams.

I mainly gotten in with the Sad-ist War animatics along with me trying to catch up on Quackity's VODS. Just someone that I was already familiar with being an easier shift into story and learning others through him

what is your favourite part about watching the smp?

Just watching everyone interact with other and just seeing the plot progress in real time. Its literally just dnd but with extra steps but I enjoy it so much

The improv that they all do is amazing and how everyone have different approaches to their characters makes my writer's side so happy with dissecting everything.

What piece of cursed lore is your favourite

That Wilbur canonically fucked a fish and Philza canonically fucked a Samasung fridge and just seeing the fanbase try to change into something that will at least make a bit more sense.

Im included in this, I basically joined the side that has Sally being a mermaid shapeshifting pirate. Mainly because of pirate Fundy

Who is your favorite duo on the smp

Slimecicle and Ranboo: They're the same person but in different fonts, you can convince me otherwise

Schlatt and Quackity: They managed to be super funny together with all of the jokes and balanced with making a very realistic abusive relationship work. It was always fun seeing them flirt with each other for a joke then get hit with whiplash when canon comes in to remind me that this isnt healthy

Tubbo and Tommy: They're two dumbasses who share the same braincell but then they constantly lose it and Tubbo mainly has custody of it

Wilbur and Schlatt: I just enjoy seeing Schlatt messing with Wilbur and occasionally flirts with him to get Wilbur more pissed off

Who are your comfort streamers

Quackity and Slimecicle are comfort streamers

Eret, Fundy, and AweSamdude are my comfort people (meaning I dont watch them as much but I find comfort in their presence. And the other two are also under this category)

Who is your favorite character

Quackity due to how complex his character is and yet how it looks so simple

Schlatt because is just a villian who knows how to play the game without getting caught

Tubbo, watching him trying to be hopeful with everything destroy around him and he just slowly become used to everything going wrong

AweSamdude because he is just trying his best to be a father figure others and I just got family issues

Who do you think the best actor(s) on the smp

Imma skip over the ones that we all already said and get into the ones that dont get enough praise

Quackity: Just how he managed to make his character seem so basic but in reality its really complex. And just seeing the shift from him being a chaotic force of nature to being a serious character that is trying his best to reach something that has been hanging over his head is just *chefs kiss* and he always delivers amazing lines on the spot.

BadBoyHalo: He is doing great right now, even though he is a bit rusty with starting he still manages to get into character and stay in character the entire time. When slowly easing in, you can tell its a bit forced but once he finds his footing, he knows how to deliver his lines.

AweSamdude: His entire bit where he was getting rescued from the egg fucking hurt. How he sounded weak from the entire thing and tired to where he just wanted to rest was so well. And I know he can act more energetic when he was accidentally dragged into playing a cop during Quackity's and Bad's date

Fundy: You guys need to give him more praise for his acting because he is fucking amazing at it. The little touches to how he voice when speaks is so good along with his body language in game. He knows what he's fucking doing and I love him for that. And when he snapped, it made complete sense if you payed attention to his character

I didnt add Ranboo because he's automatically at the top section due to him being a dnd player. Same goes to Slimecicle even though he hasnt acted yet. I dont make the rules. You play dnd, you know how to act

What are your favorite quotes

I dont have favorite quotes, just dialog heavy scenes.

Before Doomsday, Quackity going to take his horse far away from L'Manberg, it being the one thing he cares about. It was just so good

The entire Schlatt and Quackity argument in front of the white house

The meeting between Schlatt and Quackity with Schlatt yelling out to him in a taunting way to where Tommy and Quackity are trying to figure out what happened to the tnt. I constantly rewatch it to feel the adrinaline pumping to feel something

Wilbur's slow descend into insanity and talking to Tommy. Just showing his paranoia and fears consuming him, him projecting his fears into Tommy as an attempt of manipulation, and his hero complex shift into villian one

Schlatt's winning speech of him projecting it as something that was bound to happen no matter what. The amount of charisma and confidence that was in his voice as I was watching Tommy hiding underground in fear was just a perfect scene

Tommy's argument with Dream when everyone is protecting Tommy. Its the small details of Tommy taunting Dream to kill him, knowing he wont no matter what. Him telling everyone to protect Tubbo and everyone listening without hesitation.

The debate that Quackity and Dream had for like 11 or 14 minutes. All of that was completely unprompted unscripted, it was just so satisfying seeing someone stand up against Dream for the first time and actually beating him. Sure it was in a verble conflict but it still counts as a defeat

Be honest, who do you simp for? (Ayo if anyone says Tommy or Tubbo I will🗡)

Schlatt, Quackity, and Slimecicle

Its pretty obvious, I dont really try to hide it

Whats your favorite stream

Uhhhh I dont exactly have one so none I guess

Whats your least favorite streams

Im sorry, but all of the Jackbox stream. You need a specific group of people to play together in order to actually make it funny and keeping the energy throughout the entire thing.

After a bit later, everyone has a tendency of pandering to the audience and repeat jokes. They managed to beat jokes to the ground faster than Tiktok AND Twitter.

Dont get me started with DreamTeam being in there. They're funny in thier own rights but the shipping jokes get so unfunny so quick and they dont know how bounce off of others well. The only exception to this is when Quackity, Velvet, and Ant were playing with Sapnap and Dream. And thats because they decided to mess with the straight white guys into accidently saying offensive shit and seeing those two suffer with trying tiptoe around was so amusing

Whats something about the smp fandom thay makes you sad

This doesnt get me sad, just frustrated and its mostly towards dsmptok and dsmptwt but sometimes this fandom doesnt fucking know how to analyze characters. Like when everyone jumped on Tubbo on being the bad guy when he was a kid trying to use old tatics that knows that worked before and stand up for himself

How when one person decides to do something that they believe is right, everyone just throws the term villian arc around

When one person does one good thing the suddenly everyone accepts into them being good and not ever looking into it.

For fucks sakes, I saw people keep saying that Quackity was turning into Dream or Wilbur and I just sat there being confused on how they conntected those dots that were in different books.

Its so frustrating to read through. But here on dsmpblr, you guys actually understand character analysis, are able to critique them and able to love whoever you enjoy.

Another thing is how this fanbase really puts everyone on a pedestal or objectify them. Just completely forgetting that they're human and treat the streamer as a character. Like, yeah they're playing up a persona whenever they're making content but theres a difference and you shouldn't hold them up like that.

You cant use the argument of "They're young, they dont know any better", when I first entered my first fandom (I was like 11/12), I fully understood that theres a boundary between me and the creator. What they are on screen is a persona but they're still human and I should treat them as such. Its just something that bugs me and its unnerving to see whenever people start getting wierd about it

Final bit is just how the twitch chat acts. They all force the streamer to follow the 'main' plot of it being Tommy or Techno or whoever the fandom chooses to have a favorite, completely ignoring the fact that they are their own character. No one wants to meta game because where is the fun in that but the fucking chat gets so annoying when the streamer goes against fanfavorite of the week. It drains the fun of it being multiple pov's and different characters.

When Slimecicle was barely starting stream I saw so many people spam "Go with Ranboo" and not let him even get into lore first. I hated that I knew it was coming but it was still so fucking frustrating seeing them try to boss him around. Please just let people live outside of the 'main' plot, not everything revolves around your favorites. Now shut the fuck up and let them play

What about the smp fandom that makes you happy?

The people that create art, animatics, theories, playlist, or write oneshots

All of you creators are great and deserve so much more respect then what the fandom gives you because jesus fucking christ they're all so fucking rude. You guys are the ones that are carrying this fandom on your backs and I fucking respect yall for that

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Time for da spead: @nixavia @dambette404 and @mocha-is-lost yall dont need to join.....unless😳😳😳

#this is long as hell #sorry #ALSO THANK YOU SKETTLE FOR TAGGING ME #I THOUGHT I WAS MOSTLY AN ANNOYANCE TO YOU FOR CONSTANTLY SENDING IN SOME LONG ASS ASK #dream smp #mcyt

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kennadavenportgayle · 5 years

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Freaky Friday--Douchebag Liam x MC (Charlotte)

Title: Freaky Friday

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Liam x MC (Charlotte)

Word Count: 1,633

Summary: On Queen Charlotte’s birthday, she wakes up after having a bad dream. She soon comes to realize her worst nightmare may actually be a reality.

Author’s Note: Omg y’all! I have FINALLY written a fic! After the whole TRR situation, I thought it would be funny to me write about it if it were true! Liam has turned into a douche, Drake is a sweetheart, and Maxwell and Hana are... well you’ll read it for yourself! I just want to say that I have exaggerated the HELL out of their “new” personalities! I have seen some of the chapters with them interacting and whatever else and I know it isn’t as insane as this fic but I thought it would be funnier so leave me alone. Anyway, I hope you enjoy or don’t I don’t care!

Charlotte shoots up in bed. Cool sweat beads on her forehead and arms. She reaches over to Liam’s side of the bed, searching for his hand. She’s greeted by nothing. She looks over and sees that he’s nowhere to be found. His side of the bed is unmade and messy. He always makes his side of the bed. It’s one of their morning rituals that usually ends in some sort of pillow fight or the other person trying to mess up the other person’s side of the bed. Weird, she thinks, maybe he’s in the bathroom. He always waits for me to wake up.

The Queen climbs out of bed and rubs her eyes as she makes her way to the bathroom. She pokes her head in, but no one’s in there. She leaves their chambers and goes into the next room to see if he’s in the nursery with their daughter, Millie. She opens the large door, expecting to hear some giggling or crying from Millie or Liam singing to her softly. Instead, she’s greeted with silence. Millie isn’t in her crib, either.

Don’t panic, Charlotte reassures herself. He might be making pancakes or taking Millie for a stroll. He probably wanted me to sleep in.

She quickly goes back to their chambers to throw on a robe and fuzzy slippers. She heads down the grand staircase. Her anxiety makes her walk faster than usual. She can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. Her worries begin to subside a little bit as she hears Liam’s laugh. But it sounds slightly off. It’s missing that Liam charm. She follows his laugh to the dining room where he sits in his normal spot. Food and dirty napkins are everywhere. Like, everywhere. Liam laughs again, food in his mouth, phone glued to his ear.

He nods as Charlotte walks in, but stays in his conversation. He never has his phone out during meal times. She clears her throat and she sees Liam makes a small face.

“Leo, I gotta go… yeah, I’ll call you back.” Liam hangs up and flashes a fake smile to Charlotte. “Good morning, babes!”

“Morning,” Charlotte replies, she frowns at his mess… and at him. His blonde hair is shaggy and messy. He’s in desperate need of a shave. She notices he’s wearing two different coloured socks. His white t-shirt has a stain on it. He’s using the wrong fork. His normal, well-kept manner has vanished. The twinkle in his eye seems fake. Actually, his whole being seems fake. Charlotte questions if she’s still dreaming.

“Have a seat, babes!”

Babes? She wonders. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him say ‘babes.’

“Where’s Millie?” Charlotte sits in her normal spot next to him.

Liam raises his eyebrows as if having to think about who Millie is. He realizes who she’s speaking of and shoves part of a soft boiled egg into his mouth. With his hands.

“With the nanny.”

With the nanny?

“With the… nanny?”

When did they hire a nanny? They usually have Hana, Drake, or even Maxwell watch Millie when they’re busy.

“Yeah! Why take care of uh… Millie when we have someone who can do it for us?”

He pulls out his phone and begins to scroll through… twitter? Liam hates social media. He always said it felt like everyone was talking to their screens and making connections to their screens and characters rather than to each other. He laughs as he reads a tweet to himself. Charlotte peaks over his shoulder to see what’s so funny. He retweets it pretty quick and all Charlotte has time to see is “all women” and nothing else.

“You love taking care of Millie, though,” Charlotte points out. “You could spend hours playing with her and reading to her.”

“Oh, babes,” Liam laughs. He reaches over and squeezes her thigh… rather too high for her liking. “If we had a son, maybe. Speaking of, we should start planning again soon. Better be a boy this time. We can’t have a girl taking over when I die.”

He says the word girl like it’s a slur.

“Even if we had a boy,” Charlotte begins as the servants begin to bring her breakfast. “Millie is still the next in line for the throne.”

“That’s a dumb rule,” Liam scoffs. “I’ll change it.”

He finally looks up from his phone and Charlotte assumes he’s going to say that he’s joking and this is all a prank. Instead, he looks up at one of the servants. A pretty brunette with shiny eyes. They make eye contact and Charlotte watches as Liam gives her a cheeky wink. The servant walks behind both of them and runs her hand across Liam’s shoulders before leaving. Liam’s eyes immediately lock with her butt and stay there until she’s gone.

“You should do more squads, babes,” Liam shoves more food into his mouth, “you could have an ass like her if you tried hard enough.”

“Excuse me?” Charlotte can’t believe what she’s hearing. “What has gotten into you?”

“What do you mean?” Liam looks back at his phone.

“You’re being… rude a-and misogynistic and… this isn’t like you!” Liam blows air out of his mouth and his eyes widen. “Is it that time of the month? I don’t remember you being this sensitive.”

“Liam!” Charlotte doesn’t bother to defend herself. She stands and heads for the exit. She assumes he’ll stop her. Tell her it’s all a joke. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t even say or do anything. She turns around and looks at him, still glued to his phone. “Do you even know what day it is?”

“Thursday?”

“It’s my birthday,”

“I thought it was November.”

“It is November.”

“Oh, well, sorry babes I haven’t gotten you anything. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll find my tongue down--”

“Liam! Stop!” Charlotte huffs and storms off.

She begins to wander around the castle with hot tears running down her face. She tries to search for Millie and the strange nanny she’s never met but apparently has. She hears someone shout her name.

“Snow!” Drake yells ahead of her. “Happy birthday! Did Liam give you the gift we all made for you? Wait… what’s wrong?”

“Liam is the problem,” she whimpers.

“Okay, let’s go have a chat,” Drake says with a soothing voice. He brings her into the formal sitting room and sets her down on the couch. He grabs a box of tissues and hands it to her. Charlotte thanks him and wipes her face and blows her nose. “What’s going on?”

“Liam is being a huge jerk, right now,” Charlotte can feel her blood begin to boil and her face begins to turn red as all of Liam’s actions and words come back to her. “He’s saying such, misogynistic and offensive things.” Charlotte starts from the beginning and as she speaks, Drake squeezes her hand.

“Oh, Charlotte,” he pouts as she finishes her story with a long sigh at the end, “I am so sorry.” He leans over and gives her a large hug with a soothing rub on the back.

“Drake?” She asks as he pulls away and picks up her hand again.

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

Drake gives her a small chuckle. “Yeah, why do you ask?”

“It’s just that… you’re being really… kind and you’re in my personal space.”

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks as he pulls his hand away from her.

“No…” she trails off. “It’s just… you and Liam have seemed to have switched personalities.”

“Maxwell!” Drake catches Maxwell as he walks by the room. Maxwell stops and pops his head into the room, his smile larger than life.

“Drake! Charlotte! Happy birthd-- woah… is everything okay?” Maxwell walks into the room and notices Charlotte’s splotchy face.

“Liam’s being Liam again,” Drake puts a hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. “Ohhhh… same sort of thing?” Maxwell asks as he sits down in the chair across from them. Drake nods.

“Liam is never like this!” Charlotte protests. “He used to be so sweet and loving. He’s always cared and wanted to be helpful and he’s always been almost annoyingly nice. He used to love Millie and never wanted to even leave her out of meetings. He used to squeeze my hand to tell me he loved me. He used to never want to take his eyes off of me and he used to watch me sleep because he thought I was cute. We used to make the bed together and have pillow fights and today he’s been completely different. And Drake! You’re usually so moody and expressionless and you don’t ever seem to outright care about my issues. And… and you’re being all touchy-feely. It’s like you’re Liam and Liam is… some douchebag I would have dated in high school because I was insecure.” Maxwell and Drake exchange a look and bring their attention back to the crying Queen.

“Char,” Maxwell begins. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but they’re always like this. Drake has always been… touchy-feely Drake. And Liam has always been… Liam.”

Maxwell seems normal, Charlotte thinks. She sniffs again.

“Maybe I just need a walk.” Charlotte stands.

“I’ll join you!” Maxwell pops up from his seat. Charlotte breathes a sigh of relief. Maxwell is still...Maxwell.

“I’ll get dressed. Maxwell, do you want to get Teddy and Charlie?”

“Who?”

Charlotte freezes. “Teddy? And Charlie? My corgis?”

“Corgis?” Maxwell physically gags. “The worst kind of dog.”

Charlotte’s stomach does a flip.

“You okay, Charlotte?” Drake stands and holds on to Charlotte’s elbow, worried she might faint.

“I just… where’s Hana?”

Drake and Maxwell stay silent. Charlotte looks between the two.

“Hana! Where is Hana!” Charlotte begins to cry again.

“Hana?” Drake asks and he looks over at Maxwell.

Maxwell frowns. “Who?”

#the royal romance #playchoices #also its my birthday and this is my gift to myself #i let myself write something fun lmao is this adulthood #maybe i'll write another who knows #trr #liam x mc #my fic #my fics #the royal romance fanfic #choices #stories you play

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Buckle up kids this is going to be a long one. I’m back and better than ever and I have finally found the time to sit down and talk about arguably my best concert experience ever. It wasn’t the fact that I was finally getting to see my favorite band, or even that I was on the guest list, it was the people that I met and just my whole experience throughout the day.

I started out the morning by waking up at 6:30 since I was coming from Cape Cod and had to get to Boston, I was going to be taking a bus so I had to make sure that I was packed up and had enough time to get ready and make my bus at 8:30. In case you were wondering, I packed two portable phone chargers, my polaroid camera (for when I met Awsten, Geoff, and Otto), and some money. Listening to Easter Egg by Waterparks for practically the entire trip (because I was under the impression that they would play it) I was beginning to realize that the day had finally arrived and I was actually going to see Waterparks live.

When I got to the venue I saw probably about thirty or forty people that were already in line in front of me. The line had just passed the front steps for the House of Blues restaurant and there was one boy on the other side of the stairs so I went and introduced myself to him as we would be spending the day sitting next to each other. His name was Tyler and we immediately hit it off bonding over our love for Waterparks.

Tyler, Katey, Me, etc. After the show.

Within an hour, two sisters had sat themselves behind us and we introduced ourselves with them and two of Tyler’s friends Lily and Devin joined us. I had also been talking with a girl on twitter who was coming all the way from Michigan to see the show because of Waterparks announcement that they would be playing Easter Egg so i was waiting for her to show up so she would have some friends upon arrival at the show.

We spent our morning laughing and singing Waterparks, All Time Low, and SWMRS lyrics at the top of our lungs and all of the groups around us were clearly annoyed with us but honestly it was the most fun that I’ve had in a long time. We were sitting talking and laughing with each other when out of nowhere, an all too familiar face walked by. “Oh look there’s Rian Dawson” I said. It took me a minute to watch all of my friends jaws drop before I did a double take before realized that it was in fact the All Time Low drummer. All of the fans in line smiled and waved to him and were very respectful of him and his privacy.

Rian walking into the venue.

A few hours of waiting in line had gone by and it was around two o’clock when I saw a Mercedes Benz van go by similar to the one that Waterparks had used on Warped Tour behind it, was a trailer and it wasn’t until I saw a Texas license plate before I mumbled Waterparks under my breath and yelled watch my stuff as I took off running down the street after the trailer. I heard someone chasing after me and turned around to see Tyler running after me. Once I saw the trailer stop, I stopped running an Tyler finally caught up to me and I noticed Lily came with him.

I told him what I saw and we stood their waiting as two girls who were in the group behind ours came up to us and asked what was going on. I told them about the trailer and we stood there waiting curious to see who would step out of that van. The first person that came out was the bands photographer and resident BFF Jawn Rocha. I simply said hi and tried not to faint as I knew that Waterparks was in that van.

After waiting for half an hour watching some crew members unload their trailer, Geoff and Otto got out. We all said hi to them and Geoff said “Hey guys we are running really late, but do you want a picture?” and we said yes so he took a picture and chatted with the five of us as did Otto. I thought it was so nice of Geoff to offer to take pictures with us even though he was in a rush.

After they went inside, we waited for Awsten to come out, but eventually the van just drove away and Awsten was no where to be found so instead I talked to the two girls Jac and Katey who met them with us and were actually in line behind us.

Jac was attending her 350th All Time Low show and had actually been following the band around on Greyhound busses and staying in hostels. To me, that sounds like the perfect summer so it was really great getting to meet her and talking with her about how she had been living off “tortilla chips and beer”. Katey was also really nice and went to her first show when she was an infant wearing noise cancelling head phones. We eventually invited Katey to join our group since Jac had VIP and would be let in early to the venue.

While we didn’t get to see Awsten, Alex, Jack, Rian, and Zack walked by us (not all at once). They didn’t offer to take pictures with us, in fact, Rian turned down Jac when she asked for a picture but in a polite way letting her know that he simply needed to get into the venue for sound check. We were then surprised when two of the SWMRS guys walked by and they stopped to take pictures with us.

Once they went inside, we went back to our spot in line and waited for another hour or two when I got a message from Meaghan, the girl from twitter told me she was arriving. She came and took a seat next to us in line and we all introduced ourselves. We continued to sing Crave, Vegas, Easter Egg, Miley, and many other songs at the top of our lungs.

Rian Walking by Again.

After another hour or two, I saw a very familiar head of blue hair walk by me, I immediately said Awsten to my group and I tried to get up but (thankfully) Tyler held me back to keep me from embarrassment. We smiled and waved to Awsten who kept his head down as he was clearly on face time and in the middle of a call (most likely with Ciara lets be honest) but he still took the time to look up and smile and wave at us.

Awsten on face time.

At five o’clock I went to the box office to pick up the ticket that Awsten that he said he would reserve for me (if you want a new post with this story be sure to let me know). Finally I got back in line and it was time to go in. Since I had to be behind the Hustlers and the other VIP and Meet and Greet people, I was about third or fourth row of people from the barricade which I was excited about since I was dead center and would have a perfect view of Waterparks.

It wasn’t long before The Wrecks came on. I was excited for their set despite the fact that I only knew their song Favorite Liar. They put on a great set and it was really exciting to watch. All of their songs were high energy and fun. It also didn’t hurt that lead singer made sure to engage with the crowd, had a good sense of humor, and wasn’t hard to look at. Overall, I would go see The Wrecks again and seeing them in concert did encourage me to download the rest of their available songs.

My view of The Wrecks during their set.

Next up was Waterparks who you all know I was most excited for. They came out with Royal which I thought was a strong start to their set as it is high energy and one of their more well known songs. For their set I had managed to make my way up to about second or third from barricade. My group of friends and I made Awsten laugh because the song goes “I’m sick of being in Houston” then on tour, Awsten always adds “but not really” and knowing this we all yelled it with him and he laughed at our group because of this. After Royal came Mad All The Time which the boys say is a fun one to play live. They then played Hawaii (Stay Awake) and Crave. I loved hearing Crave live because it meant that I got to hear Geoff sing.

After Crave Awsten said that he was going to try something that a big popular band does where they go off stage and come back for an encore but only if we were loud enough and impressed them. So we did just that. When they came back from the encore, they played Dizzy (one of my favorite songs off Double Dare) and they closed with Stupid For You which is a typical move to play their most popular song last to keep fans around for their whole set.

During Stupid For You, I started making my way out of the pit and over to the merch stand where Awsten said he would be meeting people after the set. However, he could o

nly meet people for ten minutes because he had to go DJ Emo Nite. This caused a rise of panic as people were scared they wouldn’t get to meet him and began to mob him as the solution. I didn’t want to meet him when he was being mobbed because that’s not special and it’s also not really fun for either one of us when we are being shoved and pushed however since I was at the front of the line I was already there and he smiled and did his best to give me his undivided attention for the picture and the short time he had to talk to me before I was pushed out of the way.

After the Waterparks set I was a little stressed out because I felt like everyone was too close and it was hot in there so I went over to the bar and got a water and just regrouped. I had lost my friends who I assumed were watching the SWMRS set so I took the time to buy the Waterparks hat, record, and get a coveted Jawn selfie, who was very nice about it and really funny.

JAWN

I then went to the bathroom and coincidentally found my friend Katey. We found the rest of our group and stood at the back of the venue and listened to the songs that were being played including Teenagers by My Chemical Romance which inspired the emo in all of us and definitely brought my moral up.

pictured before ATL but after SWMRS

When All Time Low came on, we made our way back to GA and went crazy. We danced and we even started a circle pit which clearly pissed off many fans in our vicinity but we were just having fun and so we really didn’t care, we were all the way in the back anyways. One of my favorite songs that they played was Vegas because we had spent the whole day singing it at the top of our lungs in line so needless to say, we nailed that harmony. Seeing Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don’t) live was such an incredible experience because I have loved that song for pretty much as long as I can remember. All of my friends crowd surfed and I would have but I was protecting my new vinyl baby like it was my job but I definitely captured the moment for them.

Tyler crowd surfing.

During Therapy, and Missing You, my friends and I put our arms around each other and just swayed listening to the music and it didn’t matter that we had only met earlier that day, for a minute it was just us and the music it was like the world just went away and we didn’t have any troubles or worries and that is something I am going to take with me.

Overall, All Time Low was an amazing band to see live, they have been around for a while and that has only taught them how to put on the best show for their fans. I am so glad that I met the people that I did and will honestly never forget this experience. For the few people who might be wondering, I did not take any videos at this concert because I really just wanted to enjoy the experience so there will not be a concert vlog for this show, my Ed Sheeran one will be going up by the end of September.

Overall score for the show is:

Venue 10/10

Opening Acts 10/10

Set List 9/10

I had the time of my life seeing All Time Low on their Last Young Renegade tour and I made some amazing friends! Here I tell you all about my experience and see some pictures too. Buckle up kids this is going to be a long one. I'm back and better than ever and I have finally found the time to sit down and talk about arguably my best concert experience ever.

#alex gaskarth #all time low #concerts #House of Blues #jack barakat #music #punk #Rian Dawson #SWMRS #The Wrecks #USA #waterparks #Zack Merrick

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The Logical Rose-ning Section: Your Recap of The Bachelorette's Season Finale

Rachel Lindsay is a practicing attorney who once took the LSAT. And you, dear reader, are an aspiring attorney who will soon take the LSAT, Rachel Lindsay is also an aspiring married person, serving as the bachelorette on this season of The Bachelorette, the love story these depraved times deserve. And you, dear reader, may also be an aspiring married person? Either way, you definitely have at least a few things in common with Rachel. So every Tuesday, we’re going to be tracking Rachel’s romantic journey on The Bachelorette, and see what we can learn about love, loss, and the LSAT. Bienvenidos a la Sección de Logical Rose-ning.

Last time: The Men Told All. As long as your idea of “All” mostly entails people confronting a guy for, let’s call them, racist tendencies, then eventually kind of letting him off the hook for saying some horrible stuff and doing some dumb stuff. It was uncomfortable. It was boring. So much so that we decided to use the special as a springboard to talk about the LSAT’s writing sample. But now we’re back to the real deal. The uncut stuff. The Bachelorette finale. We’ll be picking up right where we left off with Eric’s late season surge and fantasy suite victory lap, with Peter’s awkward one-on-one date in Spain, and with Bryan, lurking in the shadows like the Spanish-flaunting, open-mouth kissing quasi-villain he is. Finally, let’s get back to La Rioja, Spain …

… Except we’re actually starting in a studio in Los Angeles, filled to the brim with Bachelorette fans who want the contact high of romance that only a contractually-mandated proposal can bring. We’re going to be watching the finale along with these fans, and with Chris Harrison, and apparently Rachel, who will be offering live commentary along with Harrison. Rachel, let us bloggers cook. You get the love. We offer the commentary. That’s the natural order. You can’t take that away from us. It’s really all we have.

Except it doesn’t even really seem like Rachel wants to be there. “Can I leave?” she implores. “You can’t leave,” Chris Harrison replies. “If I’m here, you’re here.” And our finale is immediately starting to feel like a hostage situation. Will Chris Harrison start yelling “Attica!” outside the studio? Do we need to call Denzel to negotiate?

Oh also, there’s a Juan Pablo marriage announcement made, which receives a recepción muy frio from the audience.

Anyway, after some chit chat between Chris Harrison and Rachel, we finally get back to Spain, where we meet back up with Peter and Rachel on their overnight date.

Peter, stuck in the inevitable middle position on these overnight dates, is not exactly enthused about the whole proposal thing he’s inching towards. He asks her what would happen if he didn’t propose to her at the end of this. Like, what if he just asked her to go steady instead?

Rachel, understandably, is not stoked on this. I mean, does Peter not understand the premise of this show? It’s not The Bae-chelorette, my mans. You’re here to propose (and to get a People magazine cover and go on Kimmel and, if you’re lucky, star in a failed reality spin-off on a lesser ABC network affiliate, and then, at some point, between six and eighteen months from the finale, break up).

Anyway, Rachel compares this to a long-term relationship she was in before the show that did not end in a proposal. Solid comparison, except she has only known Peter for a couple months and they’ve been on like four or five dates at this point. She must be better at spotting false equivalences on the LSAT and in the courtroom.

Now, if there’s a common thread to how Rachel deals with Peter in this finale, it’s that she really gives him every opportunity to win. I’d hate to evoke white privilege after last week, but the one remaining white boy is given a lot of opportunities here. Even after Peter hems and haws his way to an explanation of why he doesn’t want to propose to her, she still invites him to “talk” this through in the overnight fantasy suite.

Their talks must have been productive, because they wake up without a care in the world.

Peter feels good enough after the fantasy suite time to do this goofy bit with the windows, to fry an egg shirtless, and to say that some of his doubts have gone away.

But these dissipating doubts have nothing on the all-in, ready-to-propose-in-Spanish-right-now-and-follow-it-up-with-a-sloppy-kiss Bryan, who’s batting clean up on the overnight dates. Bryan and Rachel ride horses to yet another picturesque vineyard. They recap family matters, an apropos topic given that Rachel’s family immediately sensed Bryan’s insincerity. Bryan says it was weird, but “I think I handled myself pretty good.” Whether it’s his bad grammar or tenuous grip on reality, Rachel doesn’t look too enthused by this.

She’s a little chilly to Bryan during this date, a topic that is very much broached by Chris Harrison back in the LA studio, who is fashioning himself a bit of a Ted Koppel in this sit-down interview with Rachel (or, given that we’re dealing with the fantasy suites, a Ted Koppel-ate). Rachel admits that Peter messed with her head and that she let that affect her time with Bryan. Serious Chris Harrison presses. She talks about what she “had” with Peter being important. Uh oh, this past perfect tense is not promising for Peter.

Back in Spain, Bryan picks up on Rachel’s “different energy” and notes that he doesn’t feel as “pumped up” as he could be–which, well, let’s say that’s a poor choice of words on the precipice of the fantasy suite. Nonetheless, Rachel is assuaged by Bryan’s positivity and promises (disingenuous as they may be), and invites him back to the fantasy suite.

And given their vibes the next morning–Bryan shirtless, feeding strawberries to Rachel–it appears that Bryan didn’t have any trouble pumping himself back up for Rachel. He feels like he did good work, bragging that their chemistry is “hotter than ever” and that he’s a shoe-in for the final rose.

And now that she test rode the three guys, Rachel is onto the Rose Ceremony. She’s dressed like Cersei Lannister, and is ready to set fire to the Sept of Bachelor. In the voice over, she goes on and on about how she wants to be assured that at the end of this she will get a proposal and a marriage and a life-long commitment. She says this as she looks right into the eyes of Peter, the one guy who hasn’t given her such reassurance.

So naturally she cuts Eric, who seemed like the coolest, most normal dude here. Eric could not have been more generous or forgiving to Rachel when they bid their adieus. He says, to quoth Dolly Parton c/o Whitney Houston, “I will always love you,” but he nonetheless hopes that she’ll find what she’s looking for. Back at the studio, we learn that Eric has coped with a fantastic break-up beard.

Anyway, we’re down to two contestants now. And these people couldn’t look any more madly in love and ready to commit their entire lives together.

So Rachel has one last date with each of these two happy guys to see which one she’ll give permission to propose to her on natural television. First up is Bryan, who takes her on a hot air balloon, which will be powered solely on the sweet nothings, hokum, and palaver he’ll be feeding her on this date.

So what does she see in Bryan? She thought he was a douche bag at first, her entire family thought he was a douche bag at first, and every person I’ve spoken to about this show has also come to the conclusion that he’s a shifty douche bag. But he sometimes talks to her in Spanish? It’s cool that he’s proud of his Colombian heritage, but he really leans on the Spanish. And look, I have at best an Intro to Spanish understanding of the language, but as a guy who has tried to authentically pronounce “carne asada,” “chile de árbol,” and “huitlacoche” to unimpressed Mexican restaurant proprietors for years, I can sort of sense when people try a little too hard to flex with their Spanish skills. And let’s just say that Bryan doesn’t exactly make the strongest case for himself when he gifts Rachel a homemade Spanish dictionary. Take it away, Twitter user @osnapitscri …

And then we have the date with Peter. Rachel takes him to a monastery. Yes, nothing like a little Catholic guilt to put the pressure on Peter, especially now that they are officially living in sin.

So what does she see in Peter? He’s devilishly handsome and, as a former model, takes a mean picture. His reaction to getting married to someone after only knowing them for a few weeks kind of proves he’s normal and level-headed?

Except when she again confronts him on his reluctance to propose, he makes some pretty crazy claims. He starts by saying that he can picture a life with her. But it’s a boring-ass life filled with “football games” and “baseball games” (she’s a basketball fan, dude), and “the farmers market” (again?), and “wine night with painting” (?).

He then claims that, “I have no fear for marriage”–just marriage with you, Rachel, being the implication.

She accuses him of contradicting himself. He says, “I am not contradicting myself. I am going against what I believe.” Which means he’s pretty much contradicting himself.

And then things get really nasty. He tells her to “go have a mediocre life with someone else.” She responds, “Why does that mean I will have a mediocre life?” To which he says, “Because I will give you an amazing life.” That’s the inverse fallacy, guy.

He then says “I don’t know what I want to do tomorrow. Because that’s one day that means the rest of my life.” That’s a temporal fallacy, my dude.

In their heated confrontation, he makes enough fallacious claims to for the next ten LSATs.

Eventually, Rachel has enough. They break up over tears. Rachel cries “her eyelashes off.” Peter is positively shook. So much so that he just has to rip off his shirt off one last time.

And that’s it, basically. Bryan has won this show, not by being someone Rachel affirmatively wanted to pick, but by being the one guy that Rachel didn’t break up with. In argumentation, we call that “rejecting alternatives.” It’s not the best way to make an argument. Or find a husband.

And I think Peter realizes how much he really blew this back in the LA studio. He could have been a little less harsh and demeaning to Rachel in their break-up, and been all-but-guaranteed the role of the next bachelor. He could have been just a tad more emotive throughout the entire season, and maybe could have made that difficult transition from model to actor. Or he could have accepted the premise of the show and wound up with an engagement to a really cool, smart, funny, and successful person.

But instead, he looks dejected, tired, and confused on the couch in the LA studio. All that’s missing is “Jesse’s Girl,” firecrackers, a cracked-out Alfred Molina, and a minute-long close-up on this face:

So we’re left to go through the motions. Bryan picks out a ring from Neil Lane and walks up to a Spanish church (where apparently there was an ongoing wind storm) where he will propose, inaudibly, to Rachel. The full-fledged cyclone going on makes everything tough to decipher, but apparently Bryan says the same Spanish phrase that he said to Rachel when they met, so many moons ago, just to reinforce how empty and bereft of ideas he is at this point. He proposes. She accepts enthusiastically. They at least seem happy.

Forgive me if I’m not giving this holy union the sentiment it deserves, but it all feels like kind of a let down. I hope the best for these two! But Rachel was one of the smartest, most personable, and confident bachelorettes this show has ever had. Plus, as the first African-American bachelorette (which, let’s be clear, is a first only because of this show’s extremely limited POV, and not because America wasn’t ready for this or anything. Between Girl’s Trip, Insecure, and Shonda Rhimes single-handedly keeping ABC’s drama department afloat, and countless other works, black women have and will continue to kill it in pop culture), the show had the opportunity to have an interesting, fresh season.

But this feels like she’s settling. And the season as a whole feels a bit off. It was boring for long-stretches, except for the parts when it was extremely uncomfortable. And Bryan? I mean, he seems nice enough. He looks great for a 37 year old. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what seemed so off about him, until I saw him shamelessly mugging to the camera, backstage at the LA studio.

This guy doesn’t belong on The Bachelorette. This is the behavior of a contestant on some third-rate MTV dating show. This isn’t the veneer of class and prestige we want in our happy couples on The Bachelorette, this is the cheap knock off.

In other words, we thought we were getting the LSAT, but we wound up with the SAT.

The Logical Rose-ning Section: Your Recap of The Bachelorette’s Season Finale was originally published on LSAT Blog

#LSAT #The Bachelorette #The Logical Rose-ning Section #trent teti #lsat

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Eating horse in northern Vietnam, the merry way

Marketing Advisor đã viết bài trên https://www.ticvietnam.vn/eating-horse-in-northern-vietnam-the-merry-way/

Eating horse in northern Vietnam, the merry way

How to stay warm (and cool) like the Hmong: a steamy bowl of thang co and sips of throat-burning rice wine.

Day five of the Lunar New Year spirit. The men in Lao Cai, near the Chinese border, are still all about drinking and feasting.

That’s more than alright for Tuan Anh, the chef of an increasingly popular horse meat restaurant famous for a hotpot version called thang co.

“It’s a festival dish. The Hmong people cook every part of four-legged animals in a giant wok, and bring it to sell at the bazaar,” Anh says, with a big smile on his red face, eyes moving around the tables where his noisy diners are clearly having a great time.

Tuan Anh’s thang co served in an electric hotpot. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

Before finding its way to restaurants, thang co has been a best-kept secret of Hmong communities in Sa Pa, Bac Ha or Ha Giang.

The colorful mixture of horse meat, beef, pork and innards of the animals signals springtime celebrations. Surrounding a steamy, heavily spiced wok are groups of locals — the more the merrier. They take a bite. They they take a sip of rice wine. Then repeat.

Many visitors from the Red River Delta recently fell in love with the dish and developed a taste for horse meat, which is still considered a strange if not controversial kind of meat in many parts of the world. Thang would make a convincing case for eating horse.

“Horse meat is very different. The fat doesn’t linger in your mouth,” Anh says. “The animal also doesn’t ruminate. That's why its organs stay crunchy, even if stewed for hours.”

At his restaurant, the dish is served in electric hotpot. Everything else follows the tradition, almost.

The chef, who quit a government job after two decades, says he wanted to get a little bit creative: he added grilled and ground horse meat and spiced everything up with a fragrant, savory orange chili sauce.

But don’t expect him to really dish on his recipe.

“There are spices that need 20 hours to cook,” he says. “I could only tell you there are cardamom, star anise and a plant called thang co that grows only in the northern mountains.”

CaptionImage 3: The chef gave the traditional dish his own touch. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

Local newspapers have written tales about the dish with 12 to 20 spices to make a perfect wok. But nobody can say for sure what’s in it because ethnic home cooks and restaurants are very protective of their own recipes.

For the diners at Thang’s restaurant, it doesn’t matter anyway.

They are happy to find a table here. Even in the summer, not the traditional season of the hotpot, the place would be still be packed — the AC brought some cool breezes as a stand-in for the northern winter. These days, you have to reserve a table.

Teleporting from one table to another in the one hundred square meter space to chat with his customers, he yells back: “I tell you, food always comes first no matter what. I only care that my meals bring people together.”

And its companion: alcohol. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

Related news:

> The lost flavors of Tet

> Eating the Vietnamese New Year

> From ant eggs to golden cakes: the Tet gifts Vietnamese are forking out in 2017

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marketingadvisorvietnam · 7 years

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Eating horse in northern Vietnam, the merry way

Marketing Advisor đã viết bài trên http://www.ticvietnam.vn/eating-horse-in-northern-vietnam-the-merry-way/

Eating horse in northern Vietnam, the merry way

How to stay warm (and cool) like the Hmong: a steamy bowl of thang co and sips of throat-burning rice wine.

Day five of the Lunar New Year spirit. The men in Lao Cai, near the Chinese border, are still all about drinking and feasting.

That’s more than alright for Tuan Anh, the chef of an increasingly popular horse meat restaurant famous for a hotpot version called thang co.

Tuan Anh’s thang co served in an electric hotpot. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

Before finding its way to restaurants, thang co has been a best-kept secret of Hmong communities in Sa Pa, Bac Ha or Ha Giang.

“Horse meat is very different. The fat doesn’t linger in your mouth,” Anh says. “The animal also doesn’t ruminate. That's why its organs stay crunchy, even if stewed for hours.”

At his restaurant, the dish is served in electric hotpot. Everything else follows the tradition, almost.

But don’t expect him to really dish on his recipe.

“There are spices that need 20 hours to cook,” he says. “I could only tell you there are cardamom, star anise and a plant called thang co that grows only in the northern mountains.”

CaptionImage 3: The chef gave the traditional dish his own touch. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

For the diners at Thang’s restaurant, it doesn’t matter anyway.

And its companion: alcohol. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

Related news:

> The lost flavors of Tet

> Eating the Vietnamese New Year

> From ant eggs to golden cakes: the Tet gifts Vietnamese are forking out in 2017

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marketingadvisorvietnam · 7 years

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Eating horse in northern Vietnam, the merry way

Marketing Advisor đã viết bài trên http://www.ticvietnam.vn/eating-horse-in-northern-vietnam-the-merry-way/

Eating horse in northern Vietnam, the merry way

How to stay warm (and cool) like the Hmong: a steamy bowl of thang co and sips of throat-burning rice wine.

Day five of the Lunar New Year spirit. The men in Lao Cai, near the Chinese border, are still all about drinking and feasting.

That’s more than alright for Tuan Anh, the chef of an increasingly popular horse meat restaurant famous for a hotpot version called thang co.

Tuan Anh’s thang co served in an electric hotpot. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

Before finding its way to restaurants, thang co has been a best-kept secret of Hmong communities in Sa Pa, Bac Ha or Ha Giang.

“Horse meat is very different. The fat doesn’t linger in your mouth,” Anh says. “The animal also doesn’t ruminate. That's why its organs stay crunchy, even if stewed for hours.”

At his restaurant, the dish is served in electric hotpot. Everything else follows the tradition, almost.

But don’t expect him to really dish on his recipe.

“There are spices that need 20 hours to cook,” he says. “I could only tell you there are cardamom, star anise and a plant called thang co that grows only in the northern mountains.”

CaptionImage 3: The chef gave the traditional dish his own touch. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

For the diners at Thang’s restaurant, it doesn’t matter anyway.

And its companion: alcohol. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

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Eating horse in northern Vietnam, the merry way

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Eating horse in northern Vietnam, the merry way

How to stay warm (and cool) like the Hmong: a steamy bowl of thang co and sips of throat-burning rice wine.

Day five of the Lunar New Year spirit. The men in Lao Cai, near the Chinese border, are still all about drinking and feasting.

That’s more than alright for Tuan Anh, the chef of an increasingly popular horse meat restaurant famous for a hotpot version called thang co.

Tuan Anh’s thang co served in an electric hotpot. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

Before finding its way to restaurants, thang co has been a best-kept secret of Hmong communities in Sa Pa, Bac Ha or Ha Giang.

“Horse meat is very different. The fat doesn’t linger in your mouth,” Anh says. “The animal also doesn’t ruminate. That's why its organs stay crunchy, even if stewed for hours.”

At his restaurant, the dish is served in electric hotpot. Everything else follows the tradition, almost.

But don’t expect him to really dish on his recipe.

“There are spices that need 20 hours to cook,” he says. “I could only tell you there are cardamom, star anise and a plant called thang co that grows only in the northern mountains.”

CaptionImage 3: The chef gave the traditional dish his own touch. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

For the diners at Thang’s restaurant, it doesn’t matter anyway.

And its companion: alcohol. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

Related news:

> The lost flavors of Tet

> Eating the Vietnamese New Year

> From ant eggs to golden cakes: the Tet gifts Vietnamese are forking out in 2017

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marketingadvisorvietnam · 7 years

Text

Eating horse in northern Vietnam, the merry way

Marketing Advisor đã viết bài trên http://www.ticvietnam.vn/eating-horse-in-northern-vietnam-the-merry-way/

Eating horse in northern Vietnam, the merry way

How to stay warm (and cool) like the Hmong: a steamy bowl of thang co and sips of throat-burning rice wine.

Day five of the Lunar New Year spirit. The men in Lao Cai, near the Chinese border, are still all about drinking and feasting.

That’s more than alright for Tuan Anh, the chef of an increasingly popular horse meat restaurant famous for a hotpot version called thang co.

Tuan Anh’s thang co served in an electric hotpot. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

Before finding its way to restaurants, thang co has been a best-kept secret of Hmong communities in Sa Pa, Bac Ha or Ha Giang.

“Horse meat is very different. The fat doesn’t linger in your mouth,” Anh says. “The animal also doesn’t ruminate. That's why its organs stay crunchy, even if stewed for hours.”

At his restaurant, the dish is served in electric hotpot. Everything else follows the tradition, almost.

But don’t expect him to really dish on his recipe.

“There are spices that need 20 hours to cook,” he says. “I could only tell you there are cardamom, star anise and a plant called thang co that grows only in the northern mountains.”

CaptionImage 3: The chef gave the traditional dish his own touch. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

For the diners at Thang’s restaurant, it doesn’t matter anyway.

And its companion: alcohol. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

Related news:

> The lost flavors of Tet

> Eating the Vietnamese New Year

> From ant eggs to golden cakes: the Tet gifts Vietnamese are forking out in 2017

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marketingadvisorvietnam · 7 years

Text

Eating horse in northern Vietnam, the merry way

Marketing Advisor đã viết bài trên http://www.ticvietnam.vn/eating-horse-in-northern-vietnam-the-merry-way/

Eating horse in northern Vietnam, the merry way

How to stay warm (and cool) like the Hmong: a steamy bowl of thang co and sips of throat-burning rice wine.

Day five of the Lunar New Year spirit. The men in Lao Cai, near the Chinese border, are still all about drinking and feasting.

That’s more than alright for Tuan Anh, the chef of an increasingly popular horse meat restaurant famous for a hotpot version called thang co.

Tuan Anh’s thang co served in an electric hotpot. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

Before finding its way to restaurants, thang co has been a best-kept secret of Hmong communities in Sa Pa, Bac Ha or Ha Giang.

“Horse meat is very different. The fat doesn’t linger in your mouth,” Anh says. “The animal also doesn’t ruminate. That's why its organs stay crunchy, even if stewed for hours.”

At his restaurant, the dish is served in electric hotpot. Everything else follows the tradition, almost.

But don’t expect him to really dish on his recipe.

“There are spices that need 20 hours to cook,” he says. “I could only tell you there are cardamom, star anise and a plant called thang co that grows only in the northern mountains.”

CaptionImage 3: The chef gave the traditional dish his own touch. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

For the diners at Thang’s restaurant, it doesn’t matter anyway.

And its companion: alcohol. Photo by VnExpress/Quynh Trang

Related news:

> The lost flavors of Tet

> Eating the Vietnamese New Year

> From ant eggs to golden cakes: the Tet gifts Vietnamese are forking out in 2017

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