#||I do have one salty af ask in my box and I’ll have to get to that tomorrow

[sicklewxlf]

||Maybe it’s just me, but I’m too used to rping characters who don’t have special powers and are villains/antagonists/wildcards.

[mrjarviss]

Watching Onision’s weird videos so you don’t have to [as of 13.12.2019]

so this is totally not the content i post on my blog normally, but like, the situation is really entertaining in a certain way. it’s just the biggest, most obnoxious cringefest ever, most videos have the same premise, and why even give him the views. so like, lets summarize the videos oops

shaky cam™

complains about his videos being disliked

cries about people “harassing” him [yes, apparently disliking a video equals harassment]

rips down his green screen while screaming and shirtless

starts crying and pretends to gag [that’s a reoccurring theme]

Quote: *destroys his entire setup* “YOU LOOK AT THIS, YOU LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!”

ok ok

man’s sitting in that chair like your mom when she found out you failed a class

tries to be arthur fleck way too much

“haha guys my last video was just a joke lmao im totally mentally stable”

anyways, ppl comment “okay groomer” and he is triggered

[ain’t sure if he’s being sarcastic since i’m bad at detecting that, but] he interprets ‘groomer’ as someone who is clean

smears shit in his face

screams

cries

almost pukes

cries more

Quote: “please stop calling me a groomer” *nasty sobs and face covered in shit* “EUGH THEY WONT GIVE ME MY PATREON BACK” *literally has a little seizure*

plees

talked to his therapist

wants to ask ppl nicely to delete all the videos made about him

wants a fresh start

“pity me” basically

screaming and laughing again

wants ppl to tolerate his temper tantrums

TL;DR remove your videos about onision and give him a second chance

pretends to cough up blood

Quote: [after literally screaming about how little ppl tolerate him] “I’m supposed to do this calmly though.”

now

"hey guys my therapist told me to say sorry”

begging on his knees to get his patreon back

crying

takes off his shirt for no reason

loses it, runs to another room and pours soda on himself

screaming

Quote: “When you deleted my patreon my soul died! My soul DIED INSIDE MY BODY! I FELT IT LIKE A LITTLE INFANT BABY GROWING INSIDE MY BELLY, IT DIED!!”

bye

nobody understands him

no therapist for onion boi this time

another apology

wants to work at McDonalds

got the wrong application

jump cut: he takes his shirt off again

cringy employee practice round

screams suddenly and his clothing rack falls on him

Quote: “Just let me live in peace and let me have my McDonalds job.”

left

presumably kai kicked him out

packs his shit, cries and gags

“shut up, stop laughing”

cries in car, drool all over his chin

Quote: “I’ll see you in court.”

help

lives in the woods now

protests against patreon by being homeless (???)

literally doesn’t understand what he did wrong

doesn’t want to be called the “joker of youtube” anymore

y’all he’s the victim, this is so sad :’((

pours kombucha on his body while doing caveman noises and (?)laughing(?)

screams bc he wasted 7 dollar kombucha

Quote: “people will say you did something wrong, even though you didn’t. like, you literally didn’t do anything intentionally wrong ever.”

dissoultion

kai wants a dissolution

he took the fucking kids, yo

the thing he’s prob most mad about is that they misgendered his not-so-significant other

little seizure N° 2 + pterodactyl screeching

more gagging and crying

Quote: “i’m fine :). this is fine, this will work out. you know, we-we uh, we had 7 years together” [...] *screaming*

im done

some person let him sleep in a box outside their house

brought a whole huge af container with apple juice so he can drink it whenever he gags

apple juice gets in his eyes

crying

joker laughing

the guy who let him sleep outside his house must be regretting it rn

Quote: “sorry i brought some apple juice... to drink... whenever i start - gagging. i got this from one of the *swallows* uhhhhh free food shelters trump’s trying to shut down.”

i want custody

upgrade from box to shitty hotel

still salty about his patreon

also still salty about kai kicking him out

also also still salty about being called ‘the joker’

boutta sue his ex

wants his dog back

screaming and gagging

crying in the shower

Quote: (passive-aggressive) “To the person who said my videos are bad, how about you unsubscribe?” *proceeds to joker laugh*

oh no

local man pretends to shit himself and cries about it

in the first few seconds his crying sounds like a race car

literally looks like he just poured coffee on his white shirt

shows random scratches on his leg and whines in pain while not even touching them

begs patreon to give him his account back

Quote: (referring to the shit on his shirt) “my lover used to clean this :(”

baby carrot

ppl saying he has a small dick

“guys my dick isn’t small”

screaming about his dick while showering in the hotel room

crying in the shower

threatens to post a pick of his dick

return of the caveman sounds

Quote: “this is not okay, the way you guys are bullying me and i don’t care if most of you are still in - fricking school. you can’t treat a human being like this.”

broke

begged for money on the street

another apology, like the third or fourth so far

-SIKE, it’s not an apology

calls himself the sirius black of youtube

gagging is apparently a condition

realizes that youtube isn’t working out

screams at camera

spits

he’s the victim, he gets bullied so much :(((

he watched the joker one too many times

Quote: (r/im14andthisisdeep) “they say the world is cold and cruel, as if it’s a complaint - yeah the people saying that are the people making it cold and cruel.” *fake laughing*

that is all the videos uploaded so far, let’s see how much onion boi can push it with those edgy vlogs of his

[the--blackdahlia]

Be Careful What You Wish For Part 2

Title: Be Careful What You Wish For Part 2

Summary:  When Jensen and Jared get into a fight, Jensen says some things he doesn’t mean. Those words hold a greater weight when Jensen wakes up in a world that’s not his.

Warnings: None really

AN: Check out my Patreon and get access to the next chapter before it comes to Tumblr!

Jensen heard the noise of an unfamiliar alarm clock early the next morning. He groaned and reached over to shut it off, but it wasn’t where it normally would be. Jensen opened his eyes and looked at the nightstand but found it empty. He turned to look at the other side and saw that it was on the opposite. He always kept it on Jared’s side, because Jared needed the extra loudness to actually wake him up. Jensen rolled over and turned off the alarm, realizing that the bed felt different.

“What the hell?” Jensen asked, sitting up. The bed linens were different. The comforter wasn’t the blue one that Jared had picked out at Bed, Bath, and Beyond. It was a simple grey one. Jensen shook his head. Maybe Jared had changed it before they went to the interview to wash the other one. The radio that was on the alarm clock started to play as his phone vibrated repeatedly. “Carry on Wayward Son” was playing as Jensen picked up his phone.

There were emails, scheduling calendars, and text messages like crazy. Jensen rubbed his eyes and tried to read through some of them. He caught snippets like “Be on set at 12:15”, “there’s an interview at 10:10”. Things like that. Jensen threw his phone on the bed. What was all that. He had never had a schedule like that before.

“What the hell is going on?” Jensen asked himself. He went to the curtains that were hanging up over a window that didn’t look familiar. Nothing looked familiar. And when he opened the curtains and light came flooding in, Jensen could tell that he wasn’t in Canada anymore. Hell, he wasn’t in Texas either.

Because he as looking out over a bright, beautiful beach.

Because that was Malibu out there.

“What the…” Jensen just stared out the large window. He realized it wasn’t just a window, but a sliding door that went out onto a balcony. Jensen opened it and made his way out. It was warm. He could smell the salty air. The sun was just rising and he could see people camped out on the road just outside a large, steel fence. He had no doubt that they were paparazzi. But he was just a TV star. He never really had that much of an issue with them.

He made his way back into the unfamiliar house. Why the hell was he in Malibu? When he went to sleep last night, he had been in Vancouver. He had went to bed angry after a fight with Jared. A stupid fight at that. He made his way out of the bedroom and down some stairs that opened up into a huge, yet unrecognizable, living area. Everything looked so clean, so untouched. Jensen was starting to wonder who could possibly live in a place like this until he saw pictures sitting around and hanging on the walls that confirmed it.

He lived here, if the picture of him, Josh, and Mackenzie had anything to say about it. It was one of his favorite pictures and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw it. But it was the only thing that looked familiar in the place.

“Hello?” Jensen called out. But no one called back. “Jared?” But no answer.

In fact, there was no sign that Jared had ever even been in the house. There were no pictures, no boxes of his favorite cereal sitting around or cases of his favorite beer. There was absolutely no sign that Jared Padalecki lived in the house. And that terrified Jensen.

“Jay?” Jensen called out. “Come on man.” But he still got no answer. Jensen groaned and decided to look for some food. He was starving. But as he opened the fridge, he didn’t find much of anything in it. A box of baking soda, some beer, some water, and a foil plate that Jensen wasn’t even about to mess with.

“This can’t be my house.” Jensen said to himself. There was always food in the house. Leftovers from events and things they would sneak off the set, snacks for the rare days they didn’t have to go in, things for Jensen to grill. But there was nothing, no matter how many cabinets Jensen opened. Jensen sighed and let the cabinet door slam shut.

The doorbell rang then, temporarily distracting Jensen from his food related misery. He went to the front door and opened it, seeing a short girl with purple hair and glasses standing there.

“Good morning Mr. Ackles.” She said, typing away at her phone. She looked up at him. “You’re not ready?”

“Ready?” Jensen asked. “Ready for what?”

“You have an interview with Buzzfeed in like twenty-five minutes, then a promo shoot for the new movie.” She told him. She frowned when he didn’t seem to recognize what she was saying. “Are you feeling okay?” She reached up to touch his cheek to test the temperature, but he pushed her hand away. “How much did you drink last night?”

“What?” Jensen asked. She sighed and walked into the house, heading up to his room.

“You seriously wouldn’t know what to do if you didn’t have me.” She mumbled to herself.

“Who are you?” Jensen asked, watching as she headed towards his room, to the large walk-in closet.

“Josalyn. Your assistant.” She huffed, grabbing out some clothes and throwing them on his bed. “I’ve been your assistant for the past six years Mr. Ackles.”

“I’m sorry.” Jensen said. “I guess I’m just not feeling myself today. And I’m really hungry.”

“God, you’ve got the munchies? Really?” Josalyn asked. “Damn it.” She started typing away at her phone. “I can get the Buzzfeed interview pushed back to tomorrow. But I’m not sure about the promo shoot. Everyone wants those teaser posters before San Diego.” She told him. “And I have a DoorDash order coming in for you. Carbs. You’ve got to soak up whatever is in your system.”

“I, uh, thanks?” Jensen asked. She was moving faster than his brain could register. She headed back downstairs, Jensen following. She pulled out a water bottle from the fridge and shoved it against his chest.

“Drink this.” She commanded. “I want you to drink lots of water this morning. I’ll put in a Peapod order or something. You need real food around here.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.” Jensen said, a little thankful for the firey girl. She walked up to him and sniffed then, pulling back with a confused look on her face. “What?”

“You don’t smell like booze or pot.” She said. “Please tell me you’re not doing other drugs.”

“What? No.” Jensen said. “I would never…” She stared at him before nodding.

“Well, if you’re getting sick, let me know.” She said. “You have a lot to do that I would need to reschedule.”

“I don’t think I’m getting sick.” Jensen shrugged. Josalyn seemed satisfied.

“Okay, well drink the water, eat the food and sleep for a bit. I’ll check on you before the photoshoot and we’ll see what we can do.” She told him. “Call if you need anything.” She headed towards the door.

“Hey, wait.” Jensen said, stopping her in her tracks. “Where’s Jared?”

“Who?” Josalyn said.

“Jared Padalecki?” Jensen said. Josalyn shrugged.

“I don’t know who that is.” She said as she headed out the door, leaving Jensen standing there, in shock.

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[velvet-tread]

I don’t want to be a dick, but I’m about to be.

Not in this post. Not right now because I’m being sensible, or at least attempting to give the impression of it.

But generally I’m a tinder box of fandom shade and shipping invective. Four months + into this Ice and Sky cruise, I’m trying very very hard not to respond to each and every Bellarke-motivated put-down of Becho with snarky put-downs of my own and gifs of my faves naked together.

I imagine that if I eventually blow, I’ll talk very fiercely about healthy relationships. I’ll use the word “toxic” a lot. I’ll probably swear more than normal. I may tag things anti-BC but more than likely I’ll forget.

But Rach we don’t care, I hear you say. You’re one person and I don’t follow you anyway, and nobody has ever given a shit about what you think or say.  Who even are you? It’s not like you’re ************* or ****** or even *******!!

All of which is true and fair! But here’s the thing.  I’m not alone.

The Becho fandom is tiny compared to the Bellarke fandom, but it’s growing, it has people in it who don’t care about Bellarke, it’s overrun with anti-BE crap and it is getting salty af.

Hot tip #1: if you tag something “anti becho” with a space it ends up in the Becho tag.

Is the Bellarke fandom really itching for another ship war? Because *noises* why? Because you came off so well last time?

Do you remember how it felt when the CLs shat all over a thing you loved? And you shat all over their ship in return?  Do you remember all the meta about how awful your ship is, how racist and abusive and colonialist? Do you remember how it brought all the loudest voices in both fandoms to the forefront, and everyone else got trampled in the stampede? Do you remember how it gave voice to the racists and the homophobes? All the wholesale misogyny? No room for squee and enjoyment?  Everyone treading on eggshells, people afraid to speak, people driven away? The lasting legacy of misery and resentment that found its way to the show itself and may have actually sunk your ship in canon for good?

So why is my (heavily curated) dash AND THE BECHO TAG full Bellarkers being sanctimonious, rude or really fucking mean about my ship and the people who ship it, no matter how many people I unfollow or block?

Despite my major concerns about Bellarke rn I still ship it (and yes, loving a thing sometimes means critiquing it) and would like to stay in the fandom if possible. But right now, it’s not particularly pleasant for me, or any Becho shipper who wants to be part of the 100 fandom at large, let alone the Bellarke fandom as a multishipper.

And even if the Becho fandom doesn’t grow that much, as soon as the tinderbox flares you can bet sure as hell that the army of antis and trolls that still haunt the 100 fandom will be more than happy to pick up the pitchfork on behalf of genuine Becho shippers and start slinging shit. 

At you. And the thing you love.

So ask yourself. Is it really necessary?  Are you really so insecure about your ship that you have to put me down and a thing that I love? And not even, like, critiquing it? Just tirades and tirades of meta and memes about how dumb and awful it is, or just how irrelevant and insignificant it is and how stupid or terrible people are for failing to see that. 

And that’s before I get into the batshit reaching and HOLY CRAP I JUST REMEMBERED THE PERSON WHO CLAIMED THAT ECHO WAS A SLAVER AND IMMA NEED A MINUTE TO RE-FORGET.

Hot tip #2: there is a HUGE difference between critiquing a ship from a perspective of “This didn’t work for me because [criticism or feelings]” with a bonus follow up of “here’s how it might have worked for me”; and “This is [insert derogatory term] compared to my ship because [feelings]”.

And yes, that includes you, Bellarke fandom meta writers, most of whom are older and should know better.

Hot tip #3: if you’re crapping all over something with the aim of shoring up your ship’s “positivity” you’re not being very positive. That’s just ship wank and it’s probably better if you just own that.

Anyway.  I’m not going to be a dick. I’m not going to be a dick.

I’m not going to be a dick.

[purrincess-chat]

ugh, you're one of those people who agreed with @lnc2 "I’m angry about Luka’s introduction because Kagami’s was great." and "it's not slut shaming Mari", "His whole character in that episode was to compliment Mari". "Marinette liking Luka isn’t a problem. The lazy writing that resulted in the suddenness of that crush despite their shallow interactions in Captain Hardrock IS." GIRL. People have said this already, but you need to know their interactions weren’t shallow at all. That's +

+ a hella unfair and biased af assessment. We’re suppose to understand the mindset Mari was in: hopeless and sad. Luka assessing correctly that she was upset about something, and playing a simple nice tune to reflect what her feelings but also cheer her up was just precisely when they clicked. She didn’t start being interested in him until after their whole ass 5 minute conversation, sometimes that’s literally all it takes. In comparison she fell for Adrien harder and faster sorry. She’s 14.

Well, guys, it wouldn’t be my birthday without at least one salty person in my asks. @lnc2 I’ll at you since you’re mentioned here too, and also putting this under a cut cause I anticipate this conversation getting long winded.

So I feel like we disagree on the moment Marinette fell for Luka, and I’ll have you know that I have written an analysis on Marinette and the current developmental state of her brain given that she is 14, so it’s a fact I understand well. I also proposed an alternate to the scene where they meet that would have, in my opinion, made her crush seem more natural. 

In my opinion, Marinette was attracted to him immediately for little to no reason, but people are attracted to what they’re attracted to I suppose. People often argue that she started stammering around him because she was “startled” which again this gets into the poor writing in this scene for me.

 We don’t have a lot of other instances where Marinette panics because she’s startled. The only times we really have her mixing up her words are when she’s lying to Alya to get away and go do her interview as Ladybug and when she’s around Adrien (the person she likes). When she went down to find Luka, she knew someone would be down there because she was sent specifically to get him. So honestly I don’t understand why she was so “startled” to find someone down there. She also had a couple of seconds to recover before he even looked at her, but she just starts stammering away for really no reason. She wasn’t lying to him about anything, so is she stammering simply because she’s attracted to him? That is what seems shallow about their interaction to me. Because she had no problem talking to (and ignoring) Adrien before he was nice to her. She didn’t get all flustered around him just because he was handsome or because she was “startled” to see him messing with her desk. She was also feeling pretty down on herself in origin too when she first met Adrien, but she wasn’t stammering then. She didn’t start stammering around him until she realized he was actually nice. She didn’t know anything about Luka in that moment, and you can see briefly that she is a bit turned off when he teases her stammer (which btw isn’t cool and I hate that that’s a reoccurring trope for them), but he quickly backpedals and is nice to her which reaffirms her previous attraction to him. 

Their whole interaction just felt awkward and forced to me, and the whole episode Luka was played in such a way to tailor to her and what she likes. The writers are pushing this ship in our faces so much saying “Hey, ship this, ship it, do it” which is fine and everything, but they didn’t give me personally a reason to ship them, and I think people’s argument that he’s better for her than Adrien because he “actually appreciates her” is bullshit for a number of reasons. Sure, Luka compliments her several times in the episode, but you wanna know who else compliments her literally all the time?

This little sunshine right here:

I’d also like to point out, since everyone seems to conveniently forget this in the name of their ship, that at no point in the episode does Luka ever seem to reciprocate her feelings. As we know from Adrien, compliments =/= a crush. Adrien compliments her all the time, but he still only sees her as a friend. Never once do we get Luka being blushy and heart-eyed at her in the episode. Sure, he’s impressed, but Marinette is amazing, so why wouldn’t he be? Literally her whole class is impressed by her all the time and literally willing to die for her. Doesn’t mean they’re all in love with her. So the argument that “he actually likes her and appreciates her romantically” doesn’t hold for me because at no point in the episode is that apparent. It may be implied, but if that’s the case there’s a shit ton of people that love Marinette. 

I dunno. Maybe I was just expecting more from Luka. Maybe certain BNFs hyped him up too much and my expectations prevented me from really enjoying him with unbiased eyes. I was expecting him to be handsome as stated by Feri on Twitter, which he really isn’t imo but everyone has their tastes, and charming but really he was super awkward and kinda nice I guess? Not really my definition of charming, but I suppose people can be charmed by different things. When I first saw his design, I was whelmed to say the least, but I was willing to give him a chance in the episode and it just didn’t grab me. The writers didn’t do a good job of convincing me that I should ship them because as I’ve said a million times, I wasn’t opposed to it before the episode. I was waiting for the episode to see what their chemistry was like, and it just didn’t do it for me. And there are a lot of other people out there that feel the same way about it, and those are our opinions and it’s fine. It’s fine if you liked it. It’s fine that we didn’t. 

To say that my opinion is biased and unfair is kind of pointing out the obvious? It’s an opinion. Your opinion is biased too because it’s yours and it’s based on your thoughts and possibly your personal experiences. Everyone’s opinions are biased, so saying that an opinion is biased doesn’t really discredit it. There’s no such thing as an unbiased opinion. There’s always some.

Which if we’re going to poke holes in people’s opinions, let’s poke some in yours. So you’re telling me I’m supposed to ship and accept something that was incredibly forced because Luka cheered her up when she was sad and feeling hopeless about Adrien? There’s a word for that, you wanna know what that’s called? Rebound. Luka is a rebound boy. He just so happened to be there when she was feeling sad, and the show pushed them together. Which is another reason I can’t get behind it. Rebounds don’t often tend to go that well. They can, in some cases, but given what we know about the framework of the show, Lu//ka//nette isn’t endgame. Which, I ship a lot of things that aren’t canon and even some characters that have never interacted, so I’m not necessarily saying that people shouldn’t ship it because love square is endgame. Ship whatever the hell you want, I don’t particularly care. It’s just not something that I ship for the various reasons I’ve stated here and elsewhere. 

 To get butthurt and offended that someone doesn’t like something you like or doesn’t see something the way you do is childish at best. People have different opinions about things. That doesn’t mean that you can’t enjoy something just because someone else doesn’t like it. And coming onto someone else’s blog anonymously just to argue about why you like something, and why it’s “unfair” that they don’t like it is immature, and the fact that you decided to complain anonymously in my ask box instead of reblogging a post or messaging me directly tells me that you aren’t really interested in having a conversation, but instead you just want to cram your opinion down my throat which I’m not all that much here for either. (though I’m not surprised because that is the epitome of tumblr culture) I don’t ship it, and I don’t think it was well written. Sorry. If you’d like to have a civilized discussion about our differences in opinions then feel free to message me off anon. I am never opposed to discussing things in a respectful manner. I have friends who like the ship, and we have discussed our opinions and respected each other just fine. I hope you have a nice day though. I’m gonna go play games and write fanfiction and enjoy my birthday.

[cannedapricot]

First Love! Park Jihoon

happy valentine’s day!! this gif is everything fuck im in love

they say that falling for your first love is a slow, sweet process

like hell it was

honestly you would fiGHT THE PERSON WHO CAME UP WITH THAT

why?

because your first love hit you like a damn train.

you’ve never believed in those cliche “oh fuck i suddenly like my best friend what do i do” dramas

i mean, you’ve been basically stuck to jihoon ever since you two were toddlers

(he threw a mud ball at you during preschool and you threw one back lmao what a start to a friendship)

and never once,

in your seventeen years of life

have you ever thought about dating park jihoon

even during middle school where everyone was going through that weird dating phase

jihoon would get 186294 confessions per week back then

and so many girls would try get close to you in order to get close to jihoon

“hey!!! y/n wanna join us for lunch?? cough you should bring jihoon with you cough”

“uH,,,,,,, HE Y LOOK AT THE TIME GOTTA GO MEET UP WITH WOOJIN TO TALK ABOUT THE TALENT SHOW AHAHAHAHAH”

your middle school didn’t have talent shows

and sure, you’ve have crushes here and there on other people

and dated a few times

but you wouldn’t consider it love???? 

like????? you don’t have that feeling of wanting to see them 24/7 ya know???

entering high school, your friends started experiencing their own first loves while you were just-

“oMG Y/N!!!! HE WAS STARING AT ME DURING MATHS TODAY DO YOU THINK HE LIKES ME OR DID I HAVE SOMETHING ON MY FACE OR WAS I ACTING FUNNY OR--”

“uH sorry can’t relate-”

at one point you gave up and decided that your dream was to become a cat lady and to grow old with fifteen cats

your first high school valentines was cra z y

the amount of pink you saw hurt your eyes lmao

pink flowers

pink boxes

heLL EVEN THE TREES IN SCHOOL GROUNDS WERE WRAPPED WITH PINK RIBBON

AND YOU STOOD THERE THAT MORNING THINKING THAT WOW HIGHSCHOOLERS ARE WILD MAN

at least one of your best friends confessed and got accepted that day :’)))

on the way hone though, you had to help 2park carry some of their chocolates because they received so much that they couldnt carry it themselves w o w s u c h f r i e n d s h i p

the valentines of your second high school year was when you realized that the cliche plot of falling for your friend was actually happening to you

it was yet again another lovey dovey couple day :)

and well

being the oNLY SINGLE PERSON LEFT IN YOUR FRIEND GROUP 

you were left to fight for yourself :’)

the conversation went-

you: hey guys wanna hang out during valentines??? i dont wanna seem like a loser lol

friend a: oh shit i would love to but the boyf wants to go skiing together

friend b: my gf wants to go to this overpriced cafe sighs sorry man

park woojin: i have a blind date on that day.

you: blind date????? woojin you’re literally only seventeen you don’t need that????

so you had let out an angry huff before chucking your phone to the side and heading to the kitchen to get something to stuff your face with

while angrily munching on your piece of bread, a ‘ding’ signifies another message

you lowkey don’t wanna open it because it’s probably jihoon waking up from his nap and going ‘whoops i have a date too’ lmao

but you open it anyway

jihoon: guess i’m not the only single one this year

jihoon: y/n!!!! let’s go hang out and take advantage of all the couple deals like the salty singles we are

you agreed

because yOURE NOT GIVING UP ON ANYTHING THAT HAS A PERCENTAGE OFF YOU HEAR ME

before heading off to school on the fourteenth, you told your parents that you were gonna be home late

and your dad jumped from his seat at the dining table to you

“whAT?????? DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND???????”

“no- dad- iM JUST GONNA HANG OUT WITH JIHOON?????? YOU KNOW THAT KID WHO THREW MUD AT ME?????”

“SO YOU’RE DATING JIHOON??????”

“N O-”

at least your mom was chill about it

“remember, no underage s-”

“IBFUEBOW M O M”

your dad nearly fainted 

but hey, you got the okay from your mom

the moment you got to school

it was exactly like last year

p i n k e v e r y w h e r e

your high school is wild man

but the moment you stepped in class, the rowdy atmosphere immediately became quiet 

you were just ?????

did you offend someone by coming to school today or--

“y/n!!! you’re here!!! i found this great ice cream shop that we can go to!!!! anD THEY’RE HAVING A 50% OFF FOR COUPLES!!!!!!!”

oh

“oop gotta go to basketball practice i’ll see you after school y/n!!!”

ruffles your hair before leaving

o h

your classmate slides up to you with a creepy af grin the second wink boy leaves

“so.... you and jihoon huh?”

o H

“nONONONONONO WE’RE NOT WE’RE JUST FRIE N D S”

“h u h f r i e n d s”

“yEAH!!!! psst why is every girl in class giving me killer glares”

“oh you don’t know huh jihoon rejected everyone who asked him out to go out with you”

O H

O H S H I T

WELP THAT EXPLAINS WHY EVERYONE WANTS TO KILL YOU

and so

with an awkward smile and an awkward wave

you slide into your seat

wishing you could just slide into the ground instead

becAUSE BOY EVERYONE WAS STILL STARING AT YOU??? I KNOW YOU’RE GOOD LOOKING AND ALL BUT STILL-

you lowkey wish that you could bring someone with you so it doesn’t seem like a date date you know what i mean???

but alas you must go yourself foR THE COUPLE DEA L S!!!!

SAVING YOUR WALLET IS PRIORITY OVER SAVING YOUR NON EXISTENT IMAGE AT SCHOOL

and that’s the only thought that got you through all the gossip at school bbiegpsvibrowib

bUT1!!!11!1!

nobody leaves the class as soon as bell rings like normal????

everyone’s sitting at their desks staring at you and jihoon

thEY’RE JUST WAITING FOR MORE GOSSIP MATERIAL

jihoon feels that something’s weird too obviously

and texts you to hurry out because wow it’s like a bunch of wolves staring down their prey what the fuck

you look in jihoon’s direction

and at the count of three,

YOU TWO ZOOM THE FUCK OUTTA THERE

OUT INTO THE HALLWAYS 

PUSHING PAST PEOPLE UNTIL YOU’RE OUT OF THE SCHOOL GATES 

AND ONCE Y’ALL DEEM THAT YOU’RE SAFE

THE TWO OF YOU BURST INTO LAUGHTER

and it’s just some cute, wholesome friend time until jihoon says,

“fresh outta school amirite”

and you have the sudden urge to just leave him and go home

but too late 

you’re in charge of this man child for the next few hours now :”)

the two of you spend quite a time together

“ice cream in this weather tho???? jihoon are you sure you’re not cold????”

“icE CREAM IS GOOD IN ANY WEATHER”

he says, shivering

“u m o k i f y o u  s a y s o”

THE ICE CREAM SHOP HAD A BUY ONE GET ONE FREE SALE AND SO YOU TWO BOUGHT TWO EACH

and immediately regretted it afterwards when you stepped outside into the cold :’)

then the two of you just sat at a bench in the cold, forcing yourselves to down the ice creams bought

and complaining to each other about the couples that walk by

“ew look at all that pda”

“ikr nobody wants to see you make out in the streets jeez”

they weren’t making out

they wERE JUST HOLDING HANDS BUT Y’ALL TOO SALTY TO CARE

“i think valentines is just a thing made by companies so we buy more shit-”

“fuck y/n i think our classmates are following us”

what

yOU SNAP YOUR HEAD AROUND AND THERE

HIDING BEHIND A CORNER

WAS A BUNCH OF STUDENTS WEARING THE OH SO FAMILIAR UNIFORM

“dammit why are they following us”

“they probably want to catch us kissing or smt”

“does no one understand the word ‘privacy’ around here?”

“should we run”

“yeah on the count of three”

“one”

“two”

“tHREE”

YOU TWO ZOOM THE FUCK OUTTA THERE FOR THE SECOND TIME

“hEY WAIT THEY’RE ESCAPING”

YOU HEAR SOMEONE SHOUT FROM BEHIND

AND JIHOON LAUGHS

“THEY’RE COMING AFTER US Y/N RUN FASTER”

AND YOU CAN’T HELP BUT LET OUT A LAUGH AT HOW ABSURD THE SITUATION WAS

at one point, you were too tired to go on

“gO ON JIHOON, I CAN’T LET YOU DIE BECAUSE OF ME. LIVE A GOOD LIFE”

“nO Y/N WE HAVE TO GET THROUGH THIS TOGETHER”

wow what kdrama is this 

you plop down dramatically on a bench nearby

waving at jihoon to go on

bUT

HE TAKES YOUR WAVING HAND

AND PULLS YOU TO RUN WITH HIM

SCREECHES

“I TOL D Y O U T H A T I CAN’ T”

the two of you come to stop at a market square, huffing like no tomorrow

weakly, you hit jihoon’s shoulder

“i’m sweating like i’ve been to hell thanks”

“you’re welcome!!!”

you roll your eyes while jihoon turns to make sure that you’ve lost your classmates

“i think they’re gone!!!”

“way to go!!1!111!!1 it’s not like we just ran 28392 miles!!!1111!111″

even though your tone wasn’t welcoming at all

your lips curled upwards

and jihoon burst into laughter

the type of laughter that lights up the whole world

taking a good look at him after a while, your smile freezes on your face

it wasn’t for anything special

just for your best friend laughing against the backdrop of a beautiful orange-pink sky as the sun sets

you know something normal

norMAL MY ASS

BITCH YOU START GETTING THE DOKIS

AND IN YOURR HEAD YOU’RE LIKE

‘OH NO’

‘OH N O’

‘OH N NNONONONOONO’

BECAUSE NO WAY IS YOUR HEART BEATING FASTER FOR YOUR FRIEND OF A DECADE

that night, back at home

there you laid on your bed

hugging your pillow

aND RECALLING EVERY SMALL THING YOU’VE EVER DONE WITH JIHOON

ranging from that time in middle school where you and your friends helped jihoon escape the crowd to females chasing him 

to that time where jihoon pushed everything back to take care of you while you were sick

YOU CHUCKED YOUR PILLOW TO OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM AT THAT THOUGHT

BECAUSE

WOW PARK JIHOON FUSSING OVER YOU WAS A S I G H T

and you wouldn’t mind him fussing over you for the rest of your life 👀👀👀

you continued to squeal over him for the rest of the night

then at about 2am you suddenly realized that 

fuck

you were absolutely

totally

fully

heads over heels for your friend, park jihoon

as in

more than a crush

bOOM

THERE’S THE FIRST LOVE TRAIN RUNNING Y/N OVER

you turned up to school the next day

with dark af eye bags

“hey y/n- oh gosh what happened to you????”

“wow thanks woojin really needed that comment”

luckily, jihoon was at basketball practice that morning

“woojin, how do you get over a dude”

because in your eyes, jihoon had so many people he could choose from and get with

and would probably never get with you

“um????? do i look like i know?????”

they also say that you never forget your first love

which

you'd actually agree with

beCAUSE BOI WAS HE ALWAYS ON YOUR MIND

for the last year you’ve claimed that you’re over jihoon

buT THE TRUTH IS????

YOU’RE NOT

YOU’RE FARRRR AWAY FROM GETTING OVER HIM

like,

whenever you get set up with one dude

you’d always end up comparing him with jihoon

and then rejecting him because,

well,

he wasn’t jihoon

and whenever you and your friends went out as a group,

your eyes would always fly over to him

all your friends know

your neighbor knows

your aunt’s cousin’s dog knows

heLL EVEN GUANLIN THE NEW FOREIGN FRESHMAN KNOWS

but no one’s said anything to lover boy himself

because you’ll beat them to a pulp if they did

and as you exit your last exam for your high school career,

your friend calls you up

“y/n, you know graduation’s coming up right?”

“yeah, obviously”

“are you gonna tell him?”

you freeze him your tracks

“hahAHAHA what do you mean?”

you lAUGH NERVOUSLY

“don’T PLAY DUMB WITH ME, EVERYONE KNOWS”

and you sigh in defeat

“i don’t think so.”

“what why?”

looking up at the sky, you hum before answering,

“you know how busy we’re gonna be preparing for the uni entrance exams, there won’t be time after either.”

it’s your friend’s turn to sigh

“is this about you going overseas again?”

you crack a bitter smile as you return to your walk to the bus stop

“listen y/n, just because you’re moving doesn’t mean you can’t tell him???? you’re just letting him know your feelings, you don’t have to get together”

“i’ll think about it”

“don’t think too long though, graduation’s just around the corner”

you didn’t think about it

you’ve already made up your mind.

you were gonna tell him.

come graduation day and everyone was in tears

the courtyard was full of teenagers not willing to leave school yet

the makeup your friend had spent hours on was ruined and she was crying in her boyfriend’s arms

you just stood by woojin by the school staircase and watched the cryfest

“what a bunch of crybabies”

“tell me about it”

you haven’t changed from a year ago

you were still judging people from a distance lol

then you see the all mighty park jihoon,

excusing himself from a bunch of girls trying to take a picture with him

he scanned his eyes over the crowd, trying to find that familiar person he’s been with since preschool

catching onto this, you excused yourself from woojin

“wow y e s y /n you go confess your love”

“fuck you”

you flip woojin off before heading towards the crowd 

“hey y/n!! i was looking for you,,,,, i hear you’re going overseas to study huh?”

“i am!”

he chuckles and puts on a smile different to the one you saw last valentines

it was somewhat

sad????

“well, i guess you can’t be with me for the whole of my life right?”

“i mean, you can’t expect that coming from a friendship started from mudballs”

you were joking

he knew that

but his voice became soft

“yeah,,,, friendship,,,,”

obVIOUSLY THO

YOU COULDN’T HEAR HIM FROM OVER THE HOWLING TEENAGERS AROUND

“hUH??? WHAT’D YOU SAY???”

STEPS CLOSER TO TRY HEAR 

“noTH IN G”

“WHA T ? ? ? ?? “

STEPS EVEN CLOSER

“i saiD NO TH IN G”

“I CAN’T HEA R YOU-”

WHAM

ALL OF A SUDDEN, PARK ‘SMOOTH AS FUCK’ JIHOON HAS YOU AGAINST HIS CHEST IN A HUG

ALL THE NOISE WAS DROWNED OUT AND ALL YOU COULD HEAR WAS HIS RAPID HEARTBEAT

“i’m gonna miss you y/n”

he whispers,

“i know it’s too late but,,,, i kinda wished that we were moe than friends”

BUSOBVEOEUGBFOWEBVOSB ??????????

THIS WASN’T IN YOUR PLAN??????

YOU PULL AWAY IN SURPRISE

“uH- I- YOU COULD’VE SAID SOONER YOU DUMBASS”

“whaT Y/N IM SERIOUS HERE”

“I KNOW. BUT WE COULD’VE BEEN DATING IF YOU SAID SOMETHING SOOONER”

“WAIT SO YOU LIKE ME AS WELL???? AND YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING EITHER”

“I L O V E YOU PARK JIHOON”

THE CROWD GASPS ALL TOGETHER

realizing that y’all caught the whole year level’s attention,

jihoon drags you to this shady af place behind the school

and basically pins you against the wall asking,

“hey, i know this is a lot to ask, but would we be able to get together in the future as couple?”

yOU’RE GONNA CONBUST IN HAPPINESS

“only if you’re willing to wait for me”

and jihoon is willing to do anything for you.

bonus: jihoon asks when you fell for him and you truthfully say you realized during valentines last year

“oh my gosh!!! we fell for each other on the same day!!”

“whAT ARE YOU SERIOUS”

wow i love wholesomeness :’))

bonus x2: the whole year level followed you two to the back of the school and saw everything

your friend cried even more at the sight of you two finally admitting love for each other :’)))

bonus x3: jihoon sends you gifts every valentines day even though you’re overseas :’))) just so you don’t forget him

he has the delivery man deliver it right to your dorm and the dude’s sick of doing it every year lmao

but not only is it valentines day

it was anniversary of the day you two fell for each other :”)))

happy valentines day!! this was longer than my english essay im-

woojin only exists in other member’s fics lMAO but i do have a couple of requests for soccer player! woojin so ;)

also i searched up “first love” on google for this im pretty sure the my internet provider’s questioning whether i’m in love or not osbgeogbwoeb

[spideychelleforever]

Spideychelle Headcanon: In Which MJ Gets Real Extra Real Quick On Valentine’s Day, p.3

Here Is Part One! | Here Is Part Two!

So Peter got the kiss of his life and he’s going to the movies on Valentine’s Day with the girl of his dreams who is suddenly like crazy in love with him

Not how he expected Valentine’s Day to go

He still doesn’t know why she’s suddenly so extra but he kinda likes it but he’s also concerned?! Why is MJ acting like this?!

But they’ve been texting virtually nonstop and playing footsies whenever they sit together during class or AcDec practice because damn she’s melting him like he’s nothing and he can’t bear to bring it up because he might as well enjoy this rush of affection because he can’t deny he wants it and wants MJ so

Ned has a member’s club thing or something so he borrows his pass to buy the tickets for half off, and MJ said she’ll buy popcorn and sneak in snacks

And even as he prepares for this with Aunt May who’s delighted AF, he still hasn’t given MJ her Valentine he made her

Well the time arrives, they’re getting dropped off by their parents which is odd because Peter thought he’d go to meet them but doesn’t question it they aren’t officially a couple... not that he’s ever been a couple with anyone besides Liz for like a few days kinda and it was complicated okay?

Speaking of Liz, he gets a text from her - “I’m so happy for you Peter. I really am. Have fun with her. You’re still the best, and she’s a lucky, lucky girl. <3″

And to hear that from Liz after how he treated her that horrible night and after they spent a long time reconciling and eventually building a real friendship just warms his heart and gives him the confidence he needs as Aunt May starts the car

He arrives, box of chocolates in hand (Aunt May recommended to be old-fashioned) and redeems the tickets, and waits outside the theater looking for his date. He notices other couples and they seem so natural, so low-key, and it makes him wonder again about why MJ’s doing this

He hears an appraising wolf-whistle, turns his head from the other people and his jaw hits the floor

She really, really went all out for this date

She must’ve spent a fortune on this get-up and oh my god the leg slit and her strut towards him and that amazing smirk he can’t deal

This isn’t like the usual MJ

But holy hell he’s not complaining right now

And here he is in a simple gray sweater-vest and blue jeans

She bites her lip as she takes her sweet time looking him over and oh my god why

“You. Are. Sooooooo. Handsome!” She purrs as she puts her arms around his neck to hug him close. He returns it and man does he feel warmer when her perfume hits his nose oh my god MJ has perfume on

She kisses his cheek as she pulls back, and points to her large purse. “Got the snacks. You got the tickets?” And Peter nods yes and squeals as she takes his arm and leans into him

The girl admitting them is just as confused as Peter at freaking movie-star MJ but tells them to enjoy the show. Neither Peter or MJ notice the girl twist her neck around to watch MJ go

MJ buys a large popcorn and they get to their theater and take their seats and the movie eventually starts with them holding hands, and MJ leaning into Peter

He tries not to return the look he can see her give him when Zazu tells Simba and Nala that one day the two of them will be married

Mufasa’s death is bringing back some uncomfortable memories and MJ seems to just get it? He hasn’t told her all the details but she knows about Uncle Ben and she seems to be gripping him tighter during that whole scene which helps him calm down

And then eventually of course “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” arrives and man Peter can feel it alright

Aaaand he forgot the part of the movie he’s subconsciously thought of all day, and it only hits him right there

Nala’s do-me eyes

They’re the ones MJ have been giving him all day long

It’s really really hot and he feels like going to the bathroom

Has she been hinting that-no way omg omg omg omg help

And right on cue MJ takes his hand and pulls it into the tub of popcorn and Peter groans at the feeling of all the greasy butter and salt all over his hands now

“MJ!” He whines “Now my hand has all that stuff all over it”

MJ just smirks at him

“That’s okay. I’ll just lick it off”

Oh

Oh

That turns Peter on AF

“I think you just hit the jackpot, tiger.”

Oh yes he did forget his concern about how this isn’t the usual MJ best Valentine’s Day ever

He sure as hell doesn’t object when she starts licking one of his fingers and can only moan until he feels her stop and pull back

“Peter?.... why the hell am I licking your hand?”

Peter snaps to look at her. Huh?

She’s looking at him like she hasn’t seen him all day. Then she looks at her dress. “Why the hell am I in a dress? Why the hell is my leg exposed like this?” She looks at the movie screen where Simba is being hit on the head by Rafiki, “and did you make me pay for the tickets?!”

“MJ what’s going on?!” He whispers urgently; thankfully they’re the only ones in the theater. “You’ve been after me all day and you kissed me and you did all this after asking me out and what is going ON”

“I kissed you?!” MJ splutters. “I would remember that-Imean what the hell are you talking about!?” with some serious incredulity in her voice that hurts Peter a little

It’s that moment when some Danny DeVito looking Cupid appears next to them, and time is frozen around them. Peter and MJ stare. WTF?!

“Listen kids,” he drawls, “I’m gonna make this clear. I shot Miss Jones here with an arrow this morning. One in 7 billion choice today.”

They stare at him

“Look Parker, you met a talking raccoon and a talking tree. You know there’s a cigar-chomping duck out there where they come from? Get a grip kid, Cupid’s real.” Cupid grumbles. “The arrow worked damn good too! Just amplified what was already inside!”

Peter and MJ snap to look at each other

Cupid grins. “I’m out!” And he poofs away, and time resumes, and the movie continues.

Peter and MJ just stare at each other

“He said... it amplified what was inside?”

MJ nods slowly. “So he says.”

“So... the last 18 hours were from a magic arrow? All of it?” Peter asks, feeling more than a little distressed bc was it all fake? Despite what he said?

“No... it wasn’t..” MJ whispered, rubbing her arm with her butter-free hand

Peter looks at her like the adorable curious puppy he is

“Look... Parker, he wasn’t kidding. All that you saw today, cringeworthy as it was... was basically me on steroids. I’ve always thought-Oh god”

“What?” Peter asks bc MJ is currently face palming 

“Oh God... it’s coming back dude... was I really that extra today?!”

“Yup.” Peter squeaks

“I’m... sorry I scared you... and the rest of the student body,” MJ mumbles

“I’m sorry I... kissed you. When you were under that influence or whatever”

This is what he’s apologizing for? This boy is so selfless oh my god

“Peter-did you already forget? Today was still me - just on steroids. Look,” she sighs, “Today was just how extra I really feel about you... how I always have felt about you”

Peter is turning so white right now. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“So you... really want to have this date?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Peter, yes!” She grumbles.

And that’s her. That’s the right MJ and he wants to cry and gets to mumble “Me too” as he lunges in and kisses her

This time she’s the shocked one and has to reciprocate after a moment

Since they missed basically the last 15 minutes of the film they decide to pay to stay for the next showing afterwards and this time they’re calmly holding hands and relaxed AF bc they finally confessed bitches

Aunt May comes to pick them up, but first Peter asks to run by their apartment before dropping off MJ

When they get there, Peter runs in and runs out with the package he had for MJ at the beginning of the day. She sees the crumpled paper and haphazard tape on the flat package

“I see you wrapped this yourself” she snarks

“Open it!” Peter happily demands and it’s so cute she can’t stand it so she does tear open the wrapping paper and it’s a card that’s blank on the outside

She opens it and finds a giant cartoon heart, and two stick figures holding hands. The taller one with bushy brown hair looks bored, the shorter other one with short hair looks happy and MJ knows who they are

And around the big heart is just legible enough cursive - “MJ WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE (with “it’s okay if not” in tiny plain writing at the tail end)”

And it’s an amateur doodle

But it’s the sweetest thing ever like WTF!? it’s just a cartoon heart, stick figures and terrible cursive handwriting and she wants to die of happiness

She looks at him and grins, Genuinely grins. and not out of some Cupid-induced high but from the bottom of her salty, cold AF heart and her voice shakes a little as she speaks

“Only if you’ll be my boyfriend?”

Peter nods happily and they’re kissing again and May wants to do a somersault when she sees it go down in the backseat

Best

Valentine’s

Day

Ever

[joecasualnerd]

Number 10: We Need To Talk

This is it folks.

We are getting into the biggest episodes, or rather the ten episodes of the series that I happen to enjoy the most. Prepare for some obvious choices, and definitely prepare for some surprises.

I can’t wait to talk about these episodes, and a fair bit of warning, as the numbers progress, the discussions will be getting longer. And if you don’t believe me, I said on the Bismuth post that I was at the 26th page of a Word document and was at over 11,000 words.

Now?

I’m on the 50th page with over 20,000 words. I’ll be surprised with myself if I don’t hit at least 35,000 words by the time this is all over.

Padding my word count aside, welcome back to the 25 Days of Stevenmas (name pending) where today I’ll be going over Season Two Episode Nine, We Need to Talk.

Premise

The episode begins with Steven and Connie hanging out with Greg at the Car Wash, looking at some of Greg’s old music collection.

Connie mentions that she hasn’t heard of some of the bands, and Greg satiates her curiosity by playing one of his records.

While the three are jamming out, Steven and Connie begin to dance in a cute scene when suddenly Stevonnie joins in on the party.

A stunned Greg stops the record and the two defuse immediately. Greg is surprised that the two can fuse, and Connie immediately asks Greg to not tell her parents.

Greg calms Connie down, saying that he is the only human who can understand.

The two kids wonder what he means, so Greg says that he’ll tell them what he means, but first he must show them a video tape.

Cue a clever transition to a flashback where we see Greg and the Crystal Gems, sans Pearl, making a music video together, playing the song What Can I Do For You.

Towards the end of the song, during Greg’s sweet guitar solo, Pearl convinces Rose to fuse with her, making this the debuting episode of Rainbow Quartz.

When Rose has to leave on a mission, giving Greg a big ole smooch, Pearl goes straight into salt mode, calling Greg a phase. Greg, annoyed which implies that he has heard her say this before.

Pearl lords over the fact that humans and Gems can’t fuse, and Greg asks if a human has ever tried fusing with a Gem, to which Pearl says no.

Greg accepts the challenge and begins work on trying to dance like Pearl did. He isn’t doing so great, but Amethyst and Garnet come by, Amethyst being as helpful as she would be, which isn’t too much.

After Garnet sends Amethyst away by throwing a stick, she and Greg have a little talk. She says that Greg doesn’t need to dance like Pearl, just that he needs to dance like himself, that he needs to open up and get honest, so he can fuse his own way.

Greg sets up an elaborate stage using the stuff from the performance earlier, and when Rose comes by asking what everything is, Greg proceeds to be the smoother motherfucker in the galaxy.

He dances with Rose, sets up some boxes so he can be at eye level with her, and does the ole dip and kiss, which has Rose stunned and starry eyed.

But they don’t fuse, to Greg’s disappointment. He voices this to Rose, who laughs and says what we knew before, a pure human and a pure Gem can’t fuse.

Greg then asks Rose if she respects him, and she starts to laugh. Greg snaps and demands that Rose talk to him like a real person.

Rose, shocked, states that she isn’t a real person. The sudden reality of Rose being an alien finally dawns on Greg and he starts laughing and crying.

He asks how they can make it work, Rose asking if he means fusion. Greg says no, that he means how are they as a couple going to work. Rose asks what are they going to do, and Greg says that they should just talk, which is what they do.

Greg asks if Rose loved other humans, to which she responds yes after Greg does when she asks him the question. He then asks if Rose has ever been in love with a human, to which Rose responds by asking how would she know.

Greg says that it’s torture, and Rose asks if Greg is feeling tortured, and he says it’s the worst. Rose begins to apologize, but Greg says to not be sorry.

Rose is confused and Greg is as well, but Rose states that they now have that one thing in common, and the two begin dancing again.

Pearl, who has been watching the two along with Amethyst and Garnet, asks why are they still dancing if it didn’t work.

Garnet says it did, to Pearl’s brief confusion, but it soon dawns on Pearl that she understands what she meant. Amethyst says that the song that’s playing is her favorite while Pearl says that Greg is Rose’s favorite, the flashback ending with Rose and Greg dancing.

Back in the present, Connie and Steven are blushing at the story. Connie asks if Greg and Rose were able to fuse, but Greg says that they weren’t able to.

Greg then says that the important things was that they talked, saying that humans and Gems together is still new territory and that Steven and Connie have to work it out together.

Greg then says if Connie ever needs someone to talk to about all the magic stuff, she can talk to him, with them giving each other a high five and saying, “Human beings.”

Steven places his hand on his Gem, also saying, “Human beings…” ending the episode

Discussion

Let me get one very important point across before I start this actual discussion. It’s pertinent to the discussion, but I would like to make a very important point about myself and my personal beliefs, so bare with the brief distraction.

I take love very seriously.

The word love, to me, is something that shouldn’t be trifled with. If you ever hang out with me, I only say that I love something when I am referring to a person or living being, whether that be a member of my family, my pets, or a significant other.

I will on occasion say that I love a piece of work if I really did enjoy it, and I would say that I love all 25 episodes on this list, but I won’t say that I love the creators of the show.

Don’t get me wrong I really enjoy their work, but if I had the opportunity to meet Rebecca Sugar and talk to her, I would say that I love her work, but I won’t say I love her.

The reason? I don’t know Rebecca Sugar as a person.

Sure, I have seen plenty an interview with her and read many excerpts of interviews she has had, but I have never and probably will never be close enough to Rebecca Sugar to say definitively that I love her.

Love, to me, is something that comes along from getting to know someone deeply, to have utmost faith and trust in that person, to be willing to do everything in your power to be with them.

It is a very idealized way to look at love, and it has burned me in the past. I’m not some hopeless romantic, thinking that the person I’m dating is “the one” or that we’ll be together forever.

Love is fleeting, and love can go away. I treasure the idea of love, and being in love is one of the most amazing feelings in the world, but I know that there is still a chance that it can go away.

So, why did I talk about my philosophy on love? Because, this episode helps reinforce my idea of what makes a good relationship, communication.

Rose and Greg are in a relationship, but while Greg takes it very seriously, Rose doesn’t seem to understand how humans see love.

When Greg tells Rose to talk to him as a real person, it’s as if Rose realized immediately that she did something wrong. And what do the two do?

They talk to each other.

They try to understand what the other is feeling and the exchange I enjoy is when Greg asks if Rose loved humans and if Rose was ever in love with a human.

Those have very distinct meanings. It’s basically asking if Rose has ever loved humanity as a whole, and if she has ever loved an individual human.

And to think that this talk wouldn’t have happened if Pearl wasn’t so salty.

Seeing Pearl in an unfiltered way is fascinating, because she is the most motherly out of all the other Gems when it comes to Steven.

In the past though? She seemed like she was actively waiting for Greg to die so Rose can move on, calling Greg just a phase, which for a near immortal alien rock creature is a hard point to argue.

Then Pearl brings up fusion, which is probably the most intimate thing that a Gem could possibly experience. We can try to compare it to sex, but that doesn’t work when you take Opal into account.

Fusion is a complicated topic, but what I can definitively say is that Pearl sees fusion as something that she has over Greg.

Greg tries to learn how to fuse, but it takes a fusion made of love to give him the lo down. Garnet says that Greg can’t fuse when he’s trying to be like Pearl, he has to be himself.

This is good love advice in general, be yourself and someone will come your way. It isn’t easy, and it may seem like it isn’t working, but as Garnet said in Love Letters, “Love takes time, and love takes work.”

If you don’t put the work into a relationship, then you can’t say you’re in love with someone, or at least that’s my take on that.

Going back a bit, I want to quickly gush over how Susan Egan absolutely makes What Can I do For You into an amazing song. Her sultry voice, but off putting lyrics are a great way to not only sound amazing but also starts the journey of Greg questioning his relationship with Rose.

Also, Rainbow Quartz, awesome but we may never see her in that form if Steven and Pearl were to fuse. Not much else to say there except eighties AF.

Then we get to a very important scene, the final scene when Steven places his hand over his Gem while Greg and Connie give their “Human Beings,” high five.

It was at this moment in the series where Steven realizes that he is the only one of his kind. He isn’t a full Gem and he isn’t a full human.

He’s a mix of both, and they are two very different worlds. One is simple and can be very mundane but has unique things to treasure, while the other is amazing and an exciting new adventure always awaits but so does the idea that it could be your last day alive.

Steven doesn’t fit into one of these worlds, he fits into both, and this is where he begins to question what that really means.

Until next time, thanks for reading and have a pleasant time.

Peace.

[kyberled]

☀ ♦ ♥ ☢ ✖

the salty af munday meme

☀ What’s your rp pet peeve? –> Ship forcing. This is literally the best way to get me to unfollow or even block another mun. I’ll explain what ship-forcing is below, but yeah, that’s one of them.

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise? –> See above. It happened once on my Warren blog, and once very recently on here. Now, a bit of a definition, here - I don’t see ship-forcing as asking me if I want to ship, or saying your muse has a crush on Braig - heck, that can be flattering (though I prefer if we know each other, first - it can get a bit uncomfy for me, kind of like virtual catcalling, I guess, when complete strangers tell me how attractive they think Braig is). I don’t see it as someone’s muse having feelings for Braig, one-sided or otherwise. All of these things are A-Okay, and can be quite fun, too! What I do see ship forcing is when someone asks if they can ship with Braig, and instantly, as soon as I say ‘we can give it a try’, deciding that our muses are suddenly soulmates, even if they’ve hardly said four sentences to each other, before. I see it as asking to ship, then immediately dropping the thread where they were actually in the process of meeting each other to have them now in the middle of a date, which, given the context of where, when, and how said date was taking place would likely have gotten them both killed. I see it as pestering Braig to do something ‘romantic’, having both Braig and I say no, he doesn’t want to, and the other person keeps pushing, regardless, or getting upset when Braig decides to respond with something not romantic and replying to that with some rude, snarky comment. ‘Uh, I think [muse] wanted Braig to do [X], actually’ - Yes, that has happened, before. I’ve been vagueblogged about, spammed on and off anon, been told I’ve made peoples’ depression/anxiety worse, had on-blog events ruined and muses killed and simply been harassed at all hours of the day because of ship-forcing and my trying to deal with it gently and politely, instead of just flat-out saying ‘no’ or ‘I’m not comfortable with this’. So, if it ever seems like I’m coming down too hard on someone in regards to shipping, I swear I don’t mean to come off as abrasive or rude - I just learned the hard way that you’ve gotta be blunt about your comfort zones or else things go south faster than a flock of geese on an adrenaline high. Basically, to sum this novel up: As long as you respect my boundaries, we’re good; if I haven’t told you you’re skeeving me out, we’re good. If I have told you you are, and you keep doing whatever it was, we’re not so good. 

☢ What fads/trends are you so over? –> I don’t really keep up with trends enough to know lmao. I mean I guess I’ve seen a few, but they don’t really bother me. You do you, and all… Though, I guess I never entirely understood the whole ‘personified objects’ thing? I mean, you do you, and all, but it just never  made sense to me.

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started? –> It hasn’t, not really. I think the only real changes have been purely aesthetic, like small text,  contained themes, etc. I really don’t care what other people do, as long as they’re happy and not hurting anyone.

♥ What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

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Okay, so, I told two of my rp horror stories over on Xig, so I’ll tell my third one here. Since I gave the other two pseudonyms, we’ll call this one ‘Cheeper’. Cheeper was someone I had met when a mutual friend we’ll call Battery allegedly recommended my blog to them. Now, Battery was someone I had approximately zero problems with. Really friendly, sweet guy, talented writer, great sense of humour, one of my favourite people to write with. So, I figured, if Cheeper was a friend of Battery’s, they must be cool, too, right? … Wrong. So, things start out okay-ish, as they always do, but things get downhill pretty fast. Starts off with small things, like ignoring asks or dropping literally all of our threads without letting me know. And I understand wanting to drop threads or not being able to get to everything in your ask box, but when that happens consistently, it gets a little disheartening.

The next little thing was when they started making AUs of my muse, and expecting me to write them. Lemme say here that I am totally fine with people suggesting AUs for my muses. That’s where this blog came from, Rodi suggesting a Star Wars AU where another one of my muses was Obi’s padawan, so, again, I’m fine with AU prompts. What I’m not fine with is when someone writing a really detailed version of my muse without consulting me at all, and then expecting me to write that AU they made with no warning and no problems. Cheeper comes into my IMs listing this novel-length AU detailing not only how their muse changed, but how mine did, as well. Basically, the entire idea was that their muse, who in canon was a big tank-type character who had been straight-up abusive to multiple characters, and turned them into a small, fluffy little mage who was actually a good guy and hadn’t done any bad things, and was being forced to do the bad guys’ dirty work, whereas my muse… Was suddenly the abusive one. For absolutely no reason. In a way that not only completely contradicted all of my personal headcanons - all of which were posted and easily viewable on my blog - but also went against all of what canon had showed us about my muse, and quite frankly made me really uncomfortable. I mean, you’ve seen some of the stuff I’ve written, you know I’m down to write some pretty messed up stuff, but to straight up turn my muse into a child abuser, WITHOUT CONSULTING ME AT ALL, just so your muse can be the good guy? That doesn’t fly so well. On top of that, writing such a detailed version of my muse and expecting me to play it for you? Why not write it yourself? I mean like I said, I am thrilled with AU suggestions, but, hell, keep it to a sentence or two, tops. Let me experiment and develop my muse to fit the AU myself, thanks. … And, while these things were pretty irritating, especially when a few of them happened over and over again, it got worse.

A lot of the time, when I’m having OOC conversations to get to know another mun before we start writing together, I look for a sort of ‘spark’ or ‘click’ - something that shows this person and I are gonna get along. For a lot of people, including my favourite partners, this click is basically immediate - just this instant ‘wow, we’re gonna be good friends, this is great!’, and, for others, it takes a bit longer, and that’s totally okay! Some people take a while to open up, or maybe it wasn’t a good day for one of us, I totally get it, happens to me, too. How quickly the click happens has absolutely NO BEARING ON MY OPINION OF A PERSON WHATSOEVER. There have been I think only three or four times I haven’t clicked with someone - twice on Warren, once on Xig, and once here. If I message you first, send asks, tag you in things, like your posts, etc, we’ve clicked, don’t worry. Anyway, Cheeper was one of these rare occurrences where there was not only no click, there was the opposite of a click. At first I thought it was just ‘cause our first convo was a bit awkward - from what I remember, it was basically just ‘hi, My name is [Cheeper], I’m [Battery]’s friend and he recommended your blog so I thought I’d give you a follow’, you know, typical ‘hi, nice to meet you’ type thing, I didn’t think much of it. Unfortunately, that was the only pleasant conversation we had.

You see, Cheeper had the habit of starting conversations with some variation of ‘how are you?’. Doesn’t sound too bad, right? Well, in typical Canadian fashion, I always did my best to follow social protocol and be polite, and say ‘I’m good/fine/great, thanks, how are you?’, and, much like Han Solo, I learned that there are some situations you shouldn’t ask that question. Every time, without fail, Cheeper would say some variation of ‘bad’ or ‘horrible’, and proceed to dump literally all their life’s problems on me, and I mean all of them. I’m perfectly fine with letting my friends vent/rant to me as much as they need, and offering advice is a pass-time of mine. But, I had only known this person for- Less than a week, when this started (I hardly even knew their NAME I had to look it up on their blog), and they kept going on and on about some really personal shit, like hours of how they hated their job and school was stressful, and their family was aphobic and never used the right pronouns, literally everything about their personal life, no matter how private it was, just- Constant negativity, all the time. It was literally all they spoke about, ever. I don’t know anything else about them, just that their life was terrible and they decided to use me as some sort of verbal stress ball. Even if I tried to divert the conversation to a different topic, or just ignore them entirely, I’d still get floods of negativity and complaints. And what makes it even better? They had a frickin therapist! This person, who had a professional, trained therapist, would spend hours unloading all of their mental/emotional burdens on me, an untrained stranger who had only said ‘hi’ to them once. And, after they had dumped all their baggage on me, they’d say, ‘oh, gotta go, it’s time to go to my therapist’. And, honestly? That was the only time I felt safe to post on my blog. Yes, you read that right - it was the only time I felt safe to post on my own blog. I honestly could not make a post on my blog without Cheeper spamming my IMs with boatloads of stress-inducing negativity. And, call me selfish, call me insensitive, call me whatever you want, but, fuck, I had my own problems! I was in university, trying to get law school level grades, while working a part time job to try and help my family out when we were struggling financially, doing what I could to make sure there was enough food in the fridge for my younger brothers, trying to help my grandma take care of my grandpa, trying to keep up with my martial arts - which I have to do in order to keep my job - and trying to write multiple essays for both my younger brother and myself, as we were prepping for our black sash tests, but he was also trying to get into film school, so I’d volunteered to write the sash essays for him, and, let me tell you, I did not need to play counsellor to someone I didn’t even know on top of that. And, like I said, this happened constantly, and I’d get a new flood of messages every time I so much as hinted at being online.

And believe it or not, it got worse, Sakrine.

I remember there was one conversation we had (’conversation’ being used loosely, of course) towards the end of our interactions where Cheeper was complaining at me, as per usual, and mentioned how all of their friends were blocking them without saying why. Funnily enough, I was planning on blocking them soon, myself (probably should have done it a long time ago). But, lo and behold, right after saying how they were always getting blocked, Cheeper goes and says ‘but you’d never block me, so at least I have you. You’re my best friend, Jay’. And I’m sitting here really uncomfortable because, uh, no, we’re not best friends, and I have no idea what gave them that idea, since I never told them anything of the sort, and in fact barely spoke to to them at all, both because I didn’t much care for their company, and because I could hardly get a word in edgewise - and, even if I could, how does one respond to a total stranger badgering you for advice on how to deal with their family not handling their being out well? I’m not out to my family, and I don’t think I ever will be, so, again, how can I give that sort of advice to someone I don’t know?

About the time this was happening was when I met and was chatting with Rodi, who’s actually one of my best friends and the light of my life. Like I mentioned above, it was at her suggestion that I decided to make this li’l OC mess that we know and love here. He was originally gonna be a verse on my other blog, until I realised that I’d have tags for a Jedi verse, a padawan verse, a Sith verse, etc., and that was too many for one AU, so I made a sideblog. Then, after only a day of having that, and a bit of encouragement from both Rodi and Milla (my main Talon), I made this stand-alone blog for my son, and I was having a great time.

Cheeper, however, was not, and made sure I knew it.

Now, my muse for that blog had been steadily dying, mostly because of this, but also for a few other, more minor reasons, and I felt way more comfortable here, was having more fun, and generally just enjoying myself way more on this blog than the other, so, naturally, this is where I spent most of my time. Within a day or two of my neglecting Xig, Cheeper pops into the IMs to complain about me, to me. Yes, I am dead serious, this is an actual thing that happened. They start badgering me to go back to my other blog, and, I dunno if this has ever happened to you, but, it’s really disheartening. I explained to Cheeper that I felt more comfortable on this blog (though I didn’t tell them why I felt that way on Xig; Perhaps I should’ve), that I had more drafts and asks on this blog, and that I had more muse for this character at the moment, so I’d be spending my time over here, at least for a little bit. Their oh-so-eloquent response was, and this is a verbatim quote, ‘boo, you suck.’ And I had absolutely no idea how to respond to that, so I didn’t. I just sat there, staring, feeling an interesting concoction of shocked, annoyed, and offended. About a minute later, they added a ‘lol, just kidding’, and proceeded to… Continue… To complain about me, as well as about their life and still expected me to give them advice and solutions I didn’t have. I’ve never had someone act more entitled to my time and energy as this person did. 

Now, I know what you’re probably thinking - ‘they were probably just some kid, Jay, young people can be like that at times, you’re taking it too hard’, and, hey, I thought so, too. I was nineteen years old when this was happening; Cheeper was around 24 or 25. Yup, this person was about five or six years older than me, and a grown-ass adult the entire time. And like I said, they were constantly acting entitled to everything I did, like I owed them something. There was another time where I’d actually gotten a bit of muse for my other blog back, so I went on, answered a bunch of asks, slammed out some drafts, sent some memes, answered some IMs… It was a really productive evening for me. Once I was finished, I came back here and got a bit more done. Next morning rolls around, and Cheeper messages me with ‘I miss you, dude. You’re never on Xig, any more.’ I tell them that, actually I’d been on last night, for a few hours, at least. Their response? ‘Well, I wasn’t on.’, after which they kept complaining about how much they missed my muse and my writing. I get this was probably supposed to be flattering, but it really wasn’t? Especially considering that, while they were going on and on about how much they missed me and wanted to write with me, they were completely ignoring the THREE STARTERS I had written for them in the weeks leading up to this point. Hadn’t even given them a like, which I like to do to let someone know that, even if I’m slow as all Hell - which I tend to be - I have seen it, and it’s in my drafts. So, I mentioned this to Cheeper, said ‘you know, I have a couple starters for you on the other blog, why don’t you check those out?’ ‘Oh, I didn’t see them, I’ll give them a look.’ And then, blissfully, they stopped messaging. Little while later, a few days, I got another message from them (keep in mind I never contacted them or interacted with them first, since, rude as it may sound, I was kind of hoping they’d get the message), and once again they were whining about how I was never on Xig again, so I went to check the starters again, and… Still no notes. So I ask them about the starters, and they say ‘I couldn’t find them’. You know how I looked them up? [my blog’s url]/tagged/[cheeper’s url], and, bam. There they were. I told Cheeper this and even sent them the link to their tag. They said okay, that they’d check it out later, and started complaining about their life again. I was serious when I said this was the only thing they talked about, outside of basically harassing me to write with them. Few days later, they get on my case AGAIN for not being on Xig/not rping with them. I check the THREE FUCKING STARTERS again,  STILL NO NOTES. I ask, and ‘oh I just don’t have muse for them right now lol’. And I’m left sitting here like, okay, do you really want to write with me, or are you just mad I’m not dedicating all of my attention to you and your godawful AU muses? I mean, I have NOTHING against AU muses - that’s where this kiddo came from, after all - but AUS WHERE THEY PUSHED MY CHARACTER TO BE A FUCKING CHILD ABUSER WERE APPARENTLY ALL THEY HAD MUSE FOR. And my character was a moral fuckhead I admit but he WASN’T OVERTLY ABUSIVE THAT WAS ONE OF THE REASONS I WAS COOL PLAYING HIM AS THE ANTAGONIST HE WAS AND JUST. And as well, when I have no muse, it’s apparently a major fuckin’ disaster and they complain to the ends of the earth about it and go on and on about how I should still be writing that character and how much they miss me, but when THEY have no muse I have to accommodate it and make allowances and write with them anyway???? Like???

So anyway yeah they proceeded to ignore those starters for months, and every time I posted a new starter call,they’d like that, I’d post a starter, they’d completely ignore it, then come crying and complaining to me, berating me and all but sobbing about how much they missed me.

BUT IT GETS WORSE STILL, SAKRINE.

After a while, Cheeper starts asking me about Star Wars. And I’m torn between ‘fuck no, this is my new safe place, and I’m TRYING TO BE SAFE FROM YOU’ and ‘well maybe if they get into this series they’ll stop getting upset with me for not writing on a blog I have no muse for and am not comfortable on’. So they ask me what they need to watch to understand Star Wars. I tell them to watch the movies, since those are the unchanging canon, no matter what Disney did to the Legends material. Apparently they don’t even have the attention span for their favourite show, so they can’t watch the movies. They complain to me about that for a while, because apparently I care. I did not. I tell them that everything Star Wars - or at least, in the era I write in - revolves around those movies. I tell them they can just watch the PT (and explain what the different trilogies are) and that will get them caught up with where I write. Nope, can’t do that. So I tell them there are book versions of the movies they can read, instead, and there are also comics and stuff they can look into if that would be better.

Nope, don’t have the attention span for books.

Complain about that to me for a while, then ask what they absolutely HAVE to watch to understand. 

I tell them about the Clone Wars show, give them a link to the relevant KissCartoon page. They ask how long the show is - I tell them the number of seasons (mention that 6 is unfinished), and the average length of an episode.

Nope, don’t have the attention span for that, either.

They reiterate that they hardly have the attention span for their favourite show, and once again complain to me before asking me what the /HAVE TO WATCH/ to understand.

I tell them that they’re free to try interacting with my muse on their KH blogs, since I’m open to crossovers and still, for some ungodly reason, trying to be civil.

They keep asking about star wars.

I mention the video games.

Don’t have the attention span for video games.

So this person, who apparently can’t watch movies or TV shows, or read books or comics, or play video games, is asking me what source material they need to know to roleplay a Star Wars verse. 

I, as a last-ditch and mostly sarcastic effort, give them a link to Wookieepedia. I’m a terrible person, I know.

…

They don’t have the patience to look through the wiki pages.

I’m all but smashing my face against the keyboard now, while this person is COMPLAINING TO ME ABOUT HOW LONG STAR WARS IS. 

I mean I get it’s a lot but I tried to break it down?? And last I checked I’m not George Lucas like I’m sorry but it’s not my fault, my problem, or in my power to change? And I tell them it’s 40 years worth of worldbuilding and try to help them break it down again and they just KEEP FUCKING COMPLAINING.

And after like. Two hours of me trying to reason with them and help them out they say ‘I’m not even interested in star Wars, I just want to write with you’. 

And now, maybe I’m reading into it too much. Maybe I listen to too many narrated Let’s Not Meet videos too late at night. But holy shit, I have never felt like I had a legitimate stalker until that moment. It was one of the most uncomfortable things that has ever happened to me. I had zero idea how to respond, and so again I don’t think I did. Or, if I did, it was to again try to explain to them that there was a lot of material, and they should [leavemethefuckalone] focus on things they were interested in, especially if they didn’t think they could handle just the show. So they complain to me about that for a bit, before moving on to other topics to whine about. Always comes back to how I’m not writing with them any more (meanwhile, the countless starters I’ve written them are still being ignored, as are any and all threads we had on the go at the time. Everything’s either been ignored, abandoned, or both, all without letting me know.).I honestly don’t remember how that conversation ended. Just thinking about it makes me blank out and get a sort of mild pins-and-needles feeling. I mean, I get it was probably supposed to be flattering, and if we had been friends it might have been, but coming from this person? Alarm bells were ringing like a retro emergency evac PSE. 

AND IT GETS WORSE STILL, BECAUSE FOR SOME REASON I STILL PUT UP WITH THIS PERSON. 

So, enter me, just going back to uni for the spring/early summer semester. Our stage sets itself in my campus’ bookstore, at about noon or one o’clock in the afternoon. The line from the bookstore stretches from the counter, at one end of the store, wraps around the perimeter of that very large, very spacious room that was at one point a lecture hall, goes through the hall to the next room which also used to be a massive classroom, wraps around that and goes out the back door. I had to get up for an 8:30 that was across the field that day. I had non-stop class until this point, I had had no breakfast (though I think I had a sip of orange juice to keep from conking out), I had been waiting in line for close to an hour, my arms were full of heavy textbooks I dreaded having to pay for, and I only had one hand free for typing, and there was a chance I’d be late to my next class if this line didn’t get moving. As you can imagine, I wasn’t much in the mood for talking (though I think I made the effort for Rodi and Maddie (my best friend from public school who I still talk to) since I enjoy talking to them and it made me feel a bit better). Anyway, I’m in line, tired, irate, and scrolling through tumblr, and Cheeper messages me with a ‘hey’. Oh fuck, I think, this isn’t good. I greet them anyway - just a ‘hi’. I’m only giving one word answers at this point, since I’m not in a chatty mood, and, as I mentioned, I’m typing with just my thumb and that fucking sucks and takes forever, and I’m also trying to keep my place in line. Cheeper starts asking me about school, and I’m very confused, because never once in the months I’d known them had they ever taken an interest in me or my life. ‘so you’re in university right’ they ask. I remember most of this conversation word for word, and you’ll see why. ‘yeah’, I reply. ‘What year?’ they ask; ‘Second \o/’ I say, adding an emoji b/c I love that one. ‘Cool, what’s your major?’ they ask, and I’m getting hopeful that maybe they’ve turned a new leaf and my patience with them has been rewarded. So I tell them ‘Classics \O/’ with a slightly more excited emoji, and they tell me that’s cool, mention their major is in foreign languages - I think Chinese? Maybe Spanish? This is the one message I can never remember in its entirety, because the next one almost knocked me over. I replied with ‘cool’, and a half second later, Cheeper asks, 

“Are you out to your family yet?”

This complete fucking stranger, this grown-ass adult I barely knew, straight up asked me if I was out to my family, yet. I have never been asked that question before or since. I am out only to people on tumblr, and a small group of my most trusted friends from high school. And this person had the fucking audacity to ask me right out if I was. 

I was shocked.

I will not lie to you, I almost dropped my phone. I think I stopped breathing for a second, and I nearly lost my place in line. I was torn between just being frozen and being fucking livid. After a moment when I didn’t respond, they added, ‘Can I ask that?’ And I swear those two messages are tattooed into my mind.

“Are you out to your family yet?”

Holy fuck.

So I manage to collect myself enough to type out ‘no, I’m not’. 

‘Damn,’ they say. ‘Because my mom keeps messing up my pronouns and I wanted to know if you have any advice.’ 

Because why the fuck else would they care about me, right?

And then they proceeded to complain about their life and their aphobic family to me AGAIN, for HOURS, but at that point I’d been ignoring their messages and was instead talking to Maddie for advice on how to handle the situation. I had no idea what to do. I was lost. Like. I wanted to block them so bad but they’d been subtly guilt-tripping me about it for so long (’you’d never block me, you’re my best friend’ was just the start of that, tbh) that I felt bad for it? And Maddie was just like ‘jay no that’s fucked up get rid of them’ and I did.

I have never once regretted it and holy fuck it feels amazing to get this shit off my chest.

And yeah, so.

That was one of my worst RP experiences.

Are you out to your family yet.

I’d sell them to Satan for half a stale corn chip I swear to Christ.