#❛ after today nothing sounds weird ❜ • MEME.

[allywthsr]

RECKLESS | (l.norris)

summary: you couldn’t attend the Hungarian grandprix and you find out through articles that Lando cheated on you

wordcount: 3.3k words

pairing: landonorris x singer!femreader

warnings: cheating, being sad

notes: felt a little sad today and listened to Reckless by Madison Beer on repeat so needed to write something down! Comment your thoughts!!

request are open

Lando and you, everybody thought that you would make it to the end. Nothing could ever tear you apart, it was him and you against the world, the power couple that physically felt pain when you spent more than three days apart. The singer and the driver, everybody always made fun of Lando on how he managed to catch you, but you always told them that you couldn’t believe he was yours. In your eyes, you were the lucky one, having such a supportive boyfriend was like winning the lottery, if not even better.

Whenever you were spending hours in the studio, he understood the situation and even canceled the movie night you guys planned because you had a creative day. He sat on the couch in your studio listening to you singing while he wondered how you were able to sound that beautiful. When you were sad, he was there to cuddle, whenever you were on your period he would run to the shops and get you your tampons and pads, your favorite sweet you always craved, and put his hand on your lower stomach while hoping this would somehow help your cramps, and if they were unbearable he would get up and make you a hot water bottle. Even in the middle of the night when you would be tossing and turning he would get up, get you a painkiller, and a hot water bottle, and cuddle you until you felt better and ready to sleep, without you ever asking him to do that. Whether it was a race week or not.

But really, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. You first moved to Woking for him, moving everything you needed into your first shared home. You found a new studio and crew just so you could always be close to him. You were never angry when a meeting at the MTC or a training session took longer than expected and he came home late. You even moved to a whole different country for him. Monaco. You, again, found a new studio and crew that offered amazing support. You left all your friends you made in Woking to start over in your new home with Lando. You made cookies and told Jon they were sugar and everything free and full of proteins just so Lando could have one or two, sneaked little Kinder bars in the paddock that Lando could have after the race without anyone knowing. You knew him like the back of your hand.

Everyone joked about how you were practically married even without the ring, at least you were acting like a married couple. Always next to each other, holding hands, or one hand was always on your lower back, showing each other memes or fan edits wherever you were. He was in your family group chat and you were in the Norris‘ group chat as well, always sending little pics of the other to keep the family updated. You thought about kids' names, what kind of dog you wanted to get, and what your final home should look like.

Over the course of the last three weeks, he started to act weird. Coming home late, and not the ’I had training and Jon made me practically puke‘ late, it was the late where he would appear after 2:00 am. When you asked where he was, the only response you got was a: ”Sorry, the guys and I got stuck in a club“, knowing damn well that Max Fewtrell wasn’t even in Monaco and you couldn’t imagine his other friends staying up that late. He would kiss your forehead and cuddle you from behind, while you couldn’t smell any alcohol.

Every other day he would hang out with his friends, while their girlfriends shared how they were all doing something different with their significant other than Lando said they would do. Nor were there any fans posting a sighting of Lando, what would happen every time he went out in Monaco. When you asked him about that, he told you not to worry, he would be in his friends‘ flat that’s why there weren’t any sightings of him.

When the first picture with an unknown girl in his car appeared, he told you to not worry about her, she was the sister of one of his friends and he just picked her up because his friend couldn’t. You believed him because you‘ve been in a relationship for so long and you could never imagine a life without him. So when another picture of her and him appeared, you got another ’don’t worry about her, she‘s just a friend that wanted to hang out ‘. You didn’t worry but were sad that she got his attention and you didn’t. He was less affectionate than he normally was. But you didn’t worry. You told him that you didn’t feel comfortable with him always being with her, he listened and promised to change, but not even two hours later he got a call from who you believed was her and he ’needed to go, his friends needed him, it was an emergency‘.

But that all changed rapidly. Just because of one night the love story of Lando and Y/N was over.

Hungary.

Hungary now left a bitter taste on your tongue when you talked about the country.

You couldn’t join him for this race, because you had stuff to do for the album that came out a week ago, this was your most famous album yet, so everyone wanted you for an interview, getting your thoughts on the album and the stories behind them. Of course, it was an Album about Lando and the love you felt for him. What else were you supposed to write about, if he was your biggest inspiration?

So when you woke up the day after the race and you had hundreds of messages on your phone, from family and friends telling you to answer their texts and read the articles that came out during the morning, you were worried. Already having a bad feeling in your gut. Just yesterday you celebrated with Lando over FaceTime. Congratulating him over his P2 finish and making fun of him for smashing Max‘s trophy while doing his famous champagne celebration. You regretted not going yesterday, but now, you regretted it even more. Maybe then it wouldn’t have happened.

When you googled Lando Norris you found hundreds of articles. All of them with the same headline ’Lando Norris cheating on his girlfriend singer Y/N?‘. Your vision immediately clouded with tears, you didn’t even want to read the articles. Too scared of what they would say. So when you opened the first one you saw, you could see a blurry picture with bad lighting. Probably taken in a nightclub.

’Is Lando Norris kissing this unknown girl or is it just a bad angle? All we know is that his longterm girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N and singer couldn’t join him for the Hungary Grandprix because of a press tour she had for her newly released album that’s a love dedication for her boyfriend Lando Norris. Insights say that they‘ve split up not that long ago because of this mystery woman, who’s hugging Norris. Whether it is true or not, we currently have no exact information. But all we can say is that people that were partying with them said, that they looked very much in love and couldn’t stop touching each other, they made various trips to the bathroom and even went to his hotel together. But why would Y/N release an album about Lando if they were broken up? So far we have no statement from both of them, we‘ll keep you updated.‘

When you tried to call Lando, he didn’t pick up, nor did he read or answer any of your texts. You didn’t want to believe this article because you both swore to the other that you wouldn’t. The media would always take the smallest bit of gossip and turn it into a big thing and often enough assume things, that didn’t even happen. You couldn’t count the times Lando and you sat on your couch and laughed while reading all of the articles about your supposed breakup.

But this time, they had pictures and pictures can’t lie. You could clearly see Lando and the girl he ’had picked up for his friend‘. So maybe she wasn’t the sister but the reason he was always late and always missing important events like your album launch party. You could still see all the pitiful faces everyone made when you told them he couldn’t come because of an ’MTC emergency‘, you didn’t come up with a better excuse. He never even told you he wouldn’t make it, he just didn’t show. So you released the album that’s about him, without him, you‘ve never been more embarrassed.

So you went to get your notebook and started writing. Letting all the feelings out you felt in that moment.

Hey, this is a story I hate

You already hated how it ended, hated how your story now had an end.

And telling it might make me break

You weren’t sure how you could make it through this situation without breaking, Lando was your first real love, you'd never thought he would be a cheater.

But I'll tell it anyway

You needed to get everything out of your system or you might burst.

This chapter's about

How you said there was nobody else

You remembered all the times he told you there was nobody else after you saw the picture of her in his car. Filling your spot, the spot where you kept all your essentials you needed during a short ride, Lando being a huge fan of the hand creme and you knew he secretly used it.

Then you got up and went to her house

The missing and coming home late made sense now. He always went to her house, that’s why the boys always did different things than he told you. Now you understood why there were no pictures of Lando in his car or him walking around town because he was always with her.

You guys always left me out

Whenever you asked if you could join his group for a round of golf he told you it was a boys-only round, but when you saw the girls‘ Instagram story of a golf caddie you knew you'd been left out and now you wondered if he took her. Introducing her to his friends. Were the girls already friends with her and meeting for lunch?

I still have the letter you wrote

When you told me that I was the only girl

You'd ever want in your life

You remembered the times he gave you a handwritten letter. At the beginning of your relationship, you told him how sweet you found it in movies when the boyfriend gave his girlfriend a love letter. And every now and then he wrote you a love letter. You memorized the last line he always wrote in every letter. ’You‘re the only girl I’d ever want in my life next to my mum and sisters, darling, I love you so much‘ and you believed him, because why shouldn’t you?

I guess my friends were right

During the early stages of your relationship your friends always told you, that he would want a younger girlfriend at some point, because he was famous and had money, he could get every girl he wanted even when he was sixty-three years old. You laughed at them, telling them what Lando and you had was real and would last a lifetime, he wasn’t someone that would want someone new every other week, he was a keeper. Oh how wrong you were.

Each day goes by and each night, I cry

After the first few pictures, when things got too much you let a few tears slip your eyes. And with every night that he came home late, you laid awake, hiding your tears and trying to keep your sobs quiet.

Somebody saw you with her last night

The more time passed the more pictures appeared and slowly headlines started to form but you didn’t believe them. Every day there was a new sighting of them, but she was just a friend, you had nothing to worry about.

You gave me your word, "Don't worry 'bout her"

You tried to count how often he told you not to worry, but you lost count. Now you found yourself pathetic, believing his lies and not even worrying while you had every right to be skeptical but you weren’t.

You might love her now, but you loved me first

They say you always love your first love, but did he? Was it even possible to love someone new that fast after cheating on someone? You couldn’t imagine it. But apparently he did, he had to, if he cheated then he had to love her now because why else would you betray your partner if you would love them?

Said you'd never hurt me, but here we are

”I will never hurt you, angel, you are forever my favorite person. If I ever hurt you, you have my permission to kill me.“ you laughed after he said that. Thinking how silly he was, he could never hurt you. Why should he? You wanted to punch yourself for believing him.

Oh, you swore on every star

”Are you seeing all the stars baby?“, you were laying on your blanket you bought for stargazing nights, as Lando liked to call them, he found it romantic to lay under the stars. ”Yes of course I am Lando“, you giggled. ”That’s how much I love you, I swear on all of them that I will always love you, you are my person.“, after that you kissed him and didn’t let him go, you remember how sweet you found the words he always told you.

How could you be so reckless with my heart?

He played with your heart and trust, threw it on the ground, and ran over it with his f1 car. At least that’s how it felt. It felt like he didn’t even care what he was doing to you, doing what he wanted and not even thinking about you.

You check in and out

Of my heart like a hotel

Whenever he wanted to be affectionate, you would let him and whenever he needed his space, you gave him that. Being at his back and call whenever he needed you, not caring what you felt and needed. He chose when to be loved and when not.

And she must be perfect, oh well

You both always said how you found the ’you‘re perfect‘ saying, bullshit. Nobody is perfect, everybody has their flaw and makes mistakes. When he forgot to get your favorite brand of sweets when he went out for groceries, he apologized but you were okay with it because he wasn’t perfect. He always told you, you were close to being perfect and if there was someone better than you, she had to be perfect. But that was impossible because perfect didn’t exist.

I hope you both go to hell

Maybe you were overreacting, maybe there was a logical explanation on why he cheated, but you couldn’t imagine one. You wanted him to leave and go somewhere far away, so you would never have to see him again. You wished him to have a broken leg so he couldn’t race next weekend, you wanted him to suffer somewhere the way he deserved. And her too. She must’ve known he wasn’t single, she could‘ve stopped it or even prevented it if she would have wanted to.

I still have the letter you wrote

When you told me that I was the only girl

You'd ever want in your life

Often the letters were addressed to ’the only girl I ever want in my life‘, you even put his handwriting with this sentence on your album cover. Showing his love for you with it, while everybody was swooning over the sweet words he always found for you, now all they meant to you, were broken promises.

I guess my friends were right

Even after celebrating your fourth anniversary, your friends told you to be careful, you never knew what men were up to. You laughed, thinking how your man would never hurt you. You should’ve listened.

Each day goes by and each night, I cry

Somebody saw you with her last night

Every time someone sent you another picture of her, you cried your little heart out, too scared that she would do something that he would regret later, you trusted Lando, but not her.

You gave me your word, "Don't worry 'bout her"

You could only shake your head now. The typical ’don’t worry about her‘ and you actually believed him, you didn’t worry about her because he made you feel loved. With every ’don’t worry about her‘ you grew a little more suspicious but you trusted him, so you didn’t worry.

You might love her now, but you loved me first

”The first love is not supposed to last, but you will always be my first love and my favorite.“, he told you one morning in bed after a wild night. You smiled and cuddled to his naked chest, thinking how you were Lando Norris‘ first love, no one could take that from you. Being the first love was a good feeling.

Said you'd never hurt me, but here we are (here we are)

Even before you got together you told him that you were scared of getting hurt, you didn’t want to go through the process of getting over someone you loved. But he promised to never hurt you, because he loved you too much for it, guess not, huh?

Oh, you swore on every star

Every time you couldn’t be together for a race he would text you when it was nighttime at your place, that you‘d only have to count the stars to see his love for you. The stars would represent his love when he couldn’t show you personally.

How could you be so reckless with my heart?

Your poor heart now had a hard time, recovering from such a tragic event, not being thought about and just trashed like he didn’t even care.

How could you be so reckless?

How could you be so reckless?

Yes, how could he be so reckless?

How could you be so reckless with someone's heart?

You were sure that she also must feel bad, or at least start feeling bad when the fans would find her Instagram account and trash her. You were never a fan of hating someone online, but it was her own fault, being the other girl is a hard thing that you have to carry for the rest of your life, you basically destroyed a relationship.

Hey, this is a story I hate

You couldn’t believe how love could turn into hate so quickly. You had loved the love story you and Lando shared. Meeting at an event, exchanging numbers, and falling in love. But now you hated every minute of it. Wishing you would have never met him.

But I told it to cope with the pain

Music was your therapy. You needed it to survive, otherwise, you would burst with feelings, normally happy ones, now you needed it so you wouldn’t fully break down.

I'm so sorry if you can relate

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Part two

[parkerpeter24]

Hiii!! If you are taking requests, can you please write a Peter x Reader where the reader and Peter started dating before the spider bite and after Peter got bit he calls the reader to come over because he is freaking out that he suddenly changed and they figure out Peter's abilities together like all crack and fluffy type 🥺🥺🥺

okayyyyy here we go

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

requests are open (but don’t get your hopes too high)

masterlist

peter never avoided you.

he was often busy with school work, community service and his spanish classes but he always made time for you no matter what.

today was different.

everything seemed fine till friday. the two of you studied till late that evening and peter decided to stay over as the two of you fell asleep, cuddled up in your bed. When you woke up on saturday, peter was missing. you didn’t think much of that because you weren’t up for the embarrassing comments from your parents.

now it was sunday morning and there was a lack of his good morning messages. there was nor one on saturday and neither one today. however, the thing that irked you the most was that he wasn’t replying to your texts either. you had sent him various messages, some asking about his whereabouts, a few random meme pictures in hopes that he’e reply with at least a crying-laughing emoji. but nothing came.

it was around 2 o’clock when you received a phone call and you literally threw yourself off the desk chair, seeing your boyfriend’s name flash as the caller.

“peter where the hell are you?!” you cut to the chase but he seemed to ignore your question. you heard him on the other side as he breathed out shallow breaths into the speaker of his phone, “w-what’s wrong?” you asked, suddenly worried that he was robbed or hurt somewhere in one of queens’s alleys.

“(y/n), come home, p-please.” he stuttered, his voice sounding a mix between a plea and a demand.

the call just disconnected as you were about to ask what had happened.

but there was no time to think now. you put on your shoes as adrenaline rushed through your veins, making you stumble as you rushed out of your house, ignoring the call of your name from your mom.

peter was basically your neighbour so it didn’t you too long to reach his place, two houses down the street you lived in.

you pressed the doorbell more than thrice before his uncle ben opened the door, looking at you in confusion, “hey, kid, peter’s-”

may peeked at you over her husband’s shoulder as she walked to the door as well, “did you know what happened to peter?” she asked, clear confusion written all over her face.

you shook your head quickly, “he called me...”

you picked at your nails, just wanting to run past the elderly couple so that you could find out what really happened to the sweet boy.

“you should go see him, he’s been acting...” ben and may shared a look before settling on a word.

“weird.” both of them uttered at the same time.

“i’ll look.” you nodded and quickly made your way upstairs to peter’s room, thanking the parkers on your way up.

you knocked at his door, which seemed weird, but you had to other option as you found the door locked from the inside.

after a few beats, he opened the door and you looked at him. his hair was sticking up, except for the few locks that were stuck to his forehead due to perspiration. he raised his hands up, “something is wrong.”

you looked at him with raised eyebrows. he moved back quickly, letting you in. you noticed the distance he kept from you, which caused a small ache to develop in your heart, but you quickly diverted your attention to the condition his room was in.

there were food containers, bowls, packets of flavoured yogurt sprawled all over his work desk. now peter was a pretty tidy guy– or so you’d made him– so this was new.

the chair he usually sat on had it’s left armrest broken. there were papers– his notes– all over the room, some on his bed, some on the floor.

“peter... what the fuc-”

“i know!” peter exclaimed, “baby, please tell me i’m not hallucinating or... or am i going crazy?!”

“peter what’s wrong?” your voice, dripping with concern, made him look up and just as you took a step towards him, he took one back. a look of hurt flashed across your face.

“no. no, no, no.” peter quickly, “let me explain.” you sighed and nodded, letting him continue, “yesterday, a spider bit me.”

“huh?”

peter continued, ignoring the worried look you gave him, “(y/n), i’m sticking to everything! and i’m... i’ve gotten super strong! i broke that chair.” he pointed, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulped, “i think there was something wrong with that spider.”

“peter i-” you weren’t sure if moving closer to him was a good idea because he’d just back away, “are you... high?”

“what?!” he stared at you with squinted eyes.

“i think you need... rest?” his expression now mirrored your. there was too much confusion in the moment.

“you don’t believe me.” peter sighed in defeat.

“hey, hey. it’s not that, baby...” he shook his head as you trailed off.

“i can prove it.” all you could do was stare at him as he walked towards his desk, placing one of his fingers over the theoretical physics book, the heaviest among all the other books of peter’s. he pulled it up and then the book was in the air, stuck to his finger as if there was an adhesive between the two surfaces.

“holy-!” you almost screamed, now taking a step away from him.

he tried shaking his fingers but the book just wiggled in air, “h-how are... how the fuck are you doing that?!”

it was getting hard to breathe properly as he forced the book away from his fingers, the cover getting damaged in the process. now you understood all the pages on the floor. your eyes trailed over them again and you noticed the torn parts of papers.

“you’re sticky...” you mumbled out and looked at peter. he nodded in agreement.

“i thought the spider bite was making me hallucinate but...”

you took a deep breath, still trying to wrap your head around all of it.

“i’m sorry i didn’t want you to come close because i didn’t want to hurt you.” he explained, frowned eyes, looking into yours.

you held eye contact with him as you slowly took a step towards him, then another, and another until you were standing right in front of him, “you won’t hurt me, peter.” you assured.

“i won’t but-”

“just shh.” you placed a gentle hand over his cheek. he was sweating profusely, you noticed now but you didn’t care as he leaned into your touch, “it’s just your hands, right?”

your voice pulled him out from his slight trance, “what?”

“my hand is not going to stick to your cheek... right?” you asked, afraid to test it out.

“i honestly don’t know...” peter said, nervous to know himself.

thankfully, you were able to easily pull away your hand, taking a sigh of relief.

“what about other parts of you?”

a blush covered his cheeks at your question, “i- uh.. i-i’m sorry what-”

“like your lips?”

“are you willing to kiss me and find-” before he could finish his sentence, your hand grabbed another piece of paper from his desk and smacked it over his lips.

as soon as you left the paper, it floated down to the floor and you gave him a grin, “i can still kiss you!” peter stood there, giving you a blank look which made you chuckle, “sorry.”

“does this mean we can’t hold hands anymore?” peter asked, feeling a little at ease now that you were here with him. it gave him a sense of calm in your presence. in this moment. his senses didn’t feel on override. he was just trying to focus on you and your cute thinking face.

“maybe you should relax a little.” you looked at him, eyes softly boring into his soft, brown ones.

“how?” you offered him a hand and after slight hesitation, he placed his palm against yours. you grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently.

“maybe don’t try to focus on the ‘i’m super sticky, i stick to everything i see’ part?” you suggested, making him laugh. you took a deep breath, prompting him to do the same and it seemed to work. peter released your hand and it just fell to your side, as it would normally have.

peter gave you a huge smile, wrapping his arms around your waist, “god, you don’t wanna know how much i hated staying away from you!”

you chuckled, giving him a quick kiss. pulling back too soon for peter’s liking. however, before he could protest or pull you back for another kiss, you patted his chest twice.

“okay, sticky guy, go take a shower now.”

[universal-imagines]

☾ found feelings

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: nishinoya x reader word count: 1.2k request: perhaps a scenario with nishinoya comforting his crush when they get rejected by their own crush. maybe ending with them realizing that nishinoya is better then their crush anyway?  

a/n: this request has been in my inbox since i first made this blog, and it’s been written for about as long too i just never got around to transferring it from my notebook to my computer but here it is now! i had to make a separate post from the ask cause the set up was all weird. this might also be the last post i make with banners cause i lost all my old ones and no longer have photoshop ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )

please do not use any of my works, in any shape or form, without permission.

He knew. Call it a libero's intuition, if you will.

The moment Nishinoya's cell phone rang, almost vibrating its way off his nightstand, he stopped what he was doing to answer. Only one person would call him this late, and today of all days too. But something told him it wasn't about the positive response you'd wanted.

Congratulating himself on another good save, he allowed himself a tentative smile along with his usual greeting.

For a couple of minutes, all he got in response was a sniffle. But he was patient. If volleyball had taught him anything, it was waiting for the right time to move.

"They rejected me," you finally voiced his suspicions.

A part of him couldn't help but be relieved. As mean as that was, he was afraid of missing his chance. When you first told him about your crush, he'd felt a tinge of pain in his chest. And his stomach twisted every time you gushed about them. It was eating at him. He should have been happy for you, but it hurt hearing you talk about someone else. It was worse than missing a crucial point in a match.

The other part of him was heartbroken on your behalf. He knew just how much of yourself you put into that confession. It was nothing short of pouring your heart out. He knew because he had listened to you practice, day in and day out, as you worked yourself up to confess. So hearing you so broken about getting rejected hurt and made him angry. This person he didn't even know didn't deserve your affection, much less your tears.

"I'll be right over." He wanted to say so much more, but that could wait until he could comfort you in person.

A heavy sigh of frustration left Nishinoya's body as he let his phone drop onto his lap. He had every intention of keeping his promise of coming over, but he had to compose himself first. What kind of impression would he give if he looked ready to beat someone up? Probably not a bad one cause it showed he had his friend's back, but there was more to it than that. And he wasn't ready to explain it all just yet.

But he was ready to get some late-night comfort food, however. All your favorite snacks and meals were at the top of his checklist, along with two pints of ice cream.

Two convenience store stops later, among other places, Nishinoya made his way toward your house. It wasn't a long walk, but after his 35-minute detour, he arrived at your home almost an hour after promised.

One knock. Two knocks. Three knocks it took for you to open the door. As expected, a puffy-eyed [ name ] appeared in the doorway. The sight of you almost sent him on a rant, but he stopped himself.

"Sorry for taking a while..." he searched for your eyes, "But I'm armed with snacks." The last bit came out as more of a question than a statement. He wasn't sure how enthusiastic he was allowed to sound, so he wanted to assess the situation first.

You didn't even look at the bag of goodies he brought before enveloping him in a hug.

"Yeah... sorry," he whispered, doing his best to return the hug.

Finally moving from the door, both of you ended up in your room. It was quiet for a while, but not in an awkward way. You were both just enjoying a pint of ice cream. The silence might have lasted longer if it weren't for Tanaka, who sent Nishinoya a meme.

'Damn Tanaka,' Nishinoya thought as he scrambled to silence his phone.

"They said they never gave me any reasons to get my hopes up. That... they could tell I liked them and went out of their way to make it obvious they weren't interested, but..." You drew a shaky breath. "I can't believe I didn't notice. I must have been so annoying."

"Did they seriously say that?" Nishinoya's blood was boiling.

You nodded, needing another moment to gather yourself. "I could even feel how annoyed they were." "What an ass. You'll probably think I'm saying all this because I'm your friend and would take your side in any situation, but he didn't deserve you. If that jerk could not see how amazing you are, that's on them. Not you. It just sucks you got your heart broken because of someone like that."

Nishinoya was glad to see you roll your eyes at him because it meant you were feeling slightly better.

"I don't know about being amazing and all that. If that were the case at least one person out there would like me, but there's no one." You shrugged.

"There is." The response slipped out on its own. "I'm sure there is," he quickly added.

"Doubt it."

"Why?"

"Because... well, because no one has ever said anything." You threw your arms up in defeat.

"What if they're afraid of telling you? Of getting rejected? You just found out how much it hurts."

"Yeah... you're right."

'Stupid. Stupid Noya.' He would shoot himself in the foot if he could.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-" He was panicking over what to say to fix his mistake.

"No, it's okay. You're right. After what happened today, I don't picture myself confessing to anyone ever again. And if anyone does confess to me one day, I know I'll never be that mean."

Nishinoya chuckled. "Being let off easy still hurt, you know."

"Sure, but it can't be as bad as being outright rejected on top of being ridiculed for confessing." You crossed your arms and huffed, but he could tell it was more for show.

"Can't argue with that," he shrugged. "So, is it safe to assume you're less upset about getting rejected but more about how they went about it?"

You nodded with a soft smile.

"I hope you know that ass really didn't deserve you. Besides, you can do so much better!"

"Oh yeah," you chuckled. "I deserve someone who will cherish me and treat me right. Someone who will bring me pizza at midnight."

"Ha, I've done that." Catching himself once again, Nishinoya quickly added, "And it wasn't fun."

"What are you talking about? We stayed up all night watching movies and talking. I remember cause you forgot you had practice the next morning and were dying." You were now laughing.

"Exactly, not fun."

"Whatever."

The night went on like that, harmless banter back and forth with some movies and laughter sprinkled in between. The person who'd ruined part of your day was long forgotten by now.

"You should just stay over at this point. It's 4am, and you don't have practice tomorrow. So it's okay, right?" You were already pulling the blanket over the both of you as you spoke.

"Fine. Just don't kick me off the bed when you wake up in the morning cause you forgot you asked me to stay."

"I only did that once!" You laugh at the memory.

"Once was enough!"

"Okay, okay. I'll make it up to you if I do it again." You scooted a little closer to him and shut your eyes.

"How about you make it up for last time first?"

"With what?" You yawn.

'A date.'

He thought he had said it outloud when he heard the exact same words he was thinking, but you'd been the one to utter them. Maybe it'd been a figment of his imagination, he was tired after all. But he would soon find out they weren't. He would have to wait until morning though, cause you were out like a light.

please do not use any of my works, in any shape or form, without permission.

[supern0vashii]

small fic thingy 💥💥💥.

(and some angst)

PRESENT DAY

SMG6 looked into the large mirror, staring at the cracks that stretched from corner to corner on the glass surface. It reminded her of too much, really. Good times and bad times. SMG6 thought to herself for a moment. Processing what had happened a few days ago.

It all happened so fast.

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FLASHBACK | 4/27/24

A few days after SMG6 moved into the Showgrounds with SMG4 and his crew, SMG6 decided to take some time for herself. Which was odd, since she rarely wanted any peace in her chaos surrounding life. Well, that's what she at least told them. SMG6 was actually going to an extremely loud and exciting theme park. All alone. All by herself. She didn't think to invite anyone because she thought they would all say no to her chaotic antics.

So SMG6 went by herself! Everyone else was busy anyway. They wouldn't mind if she was by herself, being with no one. Anyone. But everything will be fine! She'll ride some rides, have some fun, maybe even meet a charming boy there too!

Once SMG6 arrived, she saw a lot of construction materials and police caution tape everywhere. Weird. But nothing was going to ruin her day. Nothing.

After a few rides and carnival games, SMG6 decided to take a break and eat off somewhere in one of the cafe places in the amusement park.

She was hungry, especially after the crazy rides and the extreme weather conditions outside. But she only settled for a plate of spaghetti and some fries on the side. The noodles helped distract her from why she came here in the first place. To get away from SMG4 and his friends.

That's when she heard familiar voices and laughter coming from the other side of the cafe. SMG6's face paled when she recognized the voices of SMG4, SMG3 and the rest.

"Did you guys watch the new video I posted?"

"Oh please, it wouldn't be as popular as it is if I wasn't in it!"

The green meme guardian used her puffy brown hair to cover her face so they wouldn't notice her. No no no no no no. What are they doing here? This trip was supposed to be hers.

That's when SMG6 realized something even worse. They didn't even ask her if she wanted to come with them. SMG4 knew how extroverted she was, and how she loved being with her friends.

And they didn't bother to ask?..

Tears welled up in SMG6's emerald eyes, one mishap away from bawling her eyes out. But it's okay.. She doesn't need them. She has herself! And her chainsaw, Laura! Who is she kidding.. She depends on them too much. The stingy tears streamed down her face, not knowing if it was from embarrassment or the fear of her friends moving on from her.

How could they?.. SMG6 clutched her chest with one hand, wiping away her salty tears with the other. It's all okay! She'll just ask why they didn't ask! No. They'll probably call her clingy and overdramatic. But if she just ignores it they'll probably never invite her to anything again! The pressure was too much for her. SMG6 quickly got up from the cafe chair and rushed out. At least that's what would have happened if the meme guardian didn't trip over a stray wire near the exit.

SMG6 grumbled under her breath, rubbing her face that was now covered in sand and dirt. She propped herself up on one knee, rubbing that too. SMG6 groaned. Everything was going so wrong today. The depressing thoughts took over again before she heard the familiar ear-splitting sound of TV STATIC.

Wait. SMG6 froze, her eyes widening as the sound began to ring in her ears. It couldn't be. Could it? She should tell the others. No. What if she defeat him all by herself and she impresses the entire crew! A much better solution than letting someone else take all the glory.

SMG6 turned her head to where the sound was coming from. The sound seem to come from a large patch of trees near the park. SMG6 took out her chainsaw, not revving it up yet so she wouldn't alert anyone hiding. The meme guardian braced herself for anything as she walked into the forest-like atmosphere.

When she walked in, everything seemed normal. Except for the fact that there was an old 1970's television sitting on the thick grass. SMG6 raised an eyebrow. This wasn't what she was expecting.

Well, she was expecting a TV. But not a pink one.

"Huh, weird." SMG6 thought outloud. She pondered for a moment. Did that TV freak's head change colors or something? There were many details that were different about this TV. The tips of the antennas were stars, and there were no controls for it. What was even weirder was that there was a pink bow on the back of the TV. "Even weirder."

SMG6 banged the top of the TV with her fist. No response.

She tried again. No response.

SMG6 shrugged and turned, nothing to see here. She was about to leave before the static grew louder. The sound of thudding and banging could be heard. And when SMG6 turned around, she looked up to see a 10 foot tall TV-headed woman.

"WHAT THE?!-"

Absolutely caught off guard, SMG6 revved up her chainsaw, as if she was threatening the being before her.

But the woman seemed stiff. The TV that sported for her head showed letters that spelled the word "LOADING."

SMG6 raised an eyebrow again, confused. Was she.. a robot of some kind? Before all the thoughts in SMG6's head could register, the robot's screen completed its loading process.

Scared, SMG6 scurried to a bush nearby, hoping the robot wouldn't see her.

"Where.. am I?"

The robot pondered, looking at her environment before running a scan for anyone nearby.

The scanner beeped red when it went into SMG6's direction.

"Well, shit."

Suddenly, SMG6 lunged forward and tackles the robot to the ground. Both of them fell with a thud.

"Who are you and why are you here?!"

"I don't know! I was just walking about, enjoying my day, then suddenly I black out and I'm here!"

SMG6 flinched. The way the robot spoke, it was too.. human.

"U-uh.. Okay?.."

The robot's tone softened, clearly not have wanted to come off as harsh. "Now, can you please get off of me?"

"Sorry.." SMG6 mumbled, quickly getting off of the robot.

"I believe we've uhh.. Started off the wrong foot. I'm SMG6! You?"

"..."

The robot was quiet for a moment before extending an arm to the meme guardian.

"Starstruck. But replace the a with a four."

St4rstruck's screen changed to the number four, enforcing what she had just said.

SMG6's lips curled up into a smile. But it faltered when she saw the crew. Her brows furrowed, clearly not happy.

St4rstruck noticed SMG6's mood shifting, and looked the same direction.

St4rstruck narrowed her eyes, swearing to herself that SMG4 seemed familiar to her, but she shrugged it off.

"Are those.. Your friends?.."

"T-them?.. Yeah! They're my best of friends.." SMG6 responded, her voice dripping in doubt in her words.

"You don't seem happy that you're friends."

"Well.. It's complicated, okay? Sometimes I feel like I'm the one doing all the work when it comes to including me in events or hangouts. It seems that no one really cares and that the first chance they get they'll leave me in a ditch. It feels as if I have no friends at all.."

St4rstruck contemplated SMG6's vent dump. She saw that the answer was clear anxiety.

"Y'know, growing up I didn't have many friends either."

St4rstruck's eyes narrowed, and SMG6's eyes widened.

"Really?"

"Mhm. It's embarrassing to admit when you're as famous as myself.."

SMG6's eyes widened even more.

"Famous?"

"Never mind that."

St4rstruck got down on one knee, placing one hand on each of SMG6's shoulders.

"How about this. You and I, can be friends. Get to know each other. All the lot.."

SMG6's eyes widened once more. It seemed as if they were glistening. She clapped her hands, clearly happy with the proposal.

"Really? You mean it?!"

"Yeah, sure. Why not."

"I have an even better idea! From now on, we're family!"

"Family..?"

St4rstruck raised a digital eyebrow, pronouncing the word as it was foreign to her.

"Yeah! Family! Like a.. sister.. or a brother.. Or.. something between those lines."

St4rstruck thought about it for a moment.

"I accept the proposal."

SMG6 leaped out of joy.

"EEEEEEEEE! I can't wait! We're going to have soooooo much fun together!! OH! We can make matching bracelets, matching bows! We can talk about cute boys together-"

"I hope I can do a good family."

SMG6 patted the robot's arm.

"I'm sure you're gonna do great!"

"Affirmative."

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this was shorter than i planned to do but TSKE THSI

tags: @cudiess @bookofwhimsy @3nvymist

DHOULF I DO A PART 2?!?!?!????!!!??!? 💥💥💥💥💥💥

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I just had a really weird experience with a dating app and I don't know what's real anymore.

I matched with a cute girl earlier today, and we spent a couple hours talking about our shared interests in podcasts and history and weird niche topics nobody else cares about. It was nice, and I asked her if she wanted to get lunch sometime this week. She said she'd like that, but then immediately changed the subject to talk about her job instead of scheduling the date. I mean, that's not TOO weird, I figure she must have wanted to say no but didn't want to hurt my feelings. Whatever. No big deal. We keep talking.

She mentioned that she works as a medical scribe at a doctor's office, and I said that that sounds like a wizard's apprentice. She said that medicine is the intersection between science and magic. I replied with a throwaway joke that chemistry is just alchemy with a little flair, and then shit went off the rails because she sent me a link to a pornhub video titled "We came at the same Time - Sensual Side Fuck" and said "me when someone tells me they're an alchemist."

A cute girl sends me a literal porn link after dodging the question of whether she wanted to go on a date, so I'm confused as hell. I don't know if this is her way of flirting or what, so I replied "I'd be down to practice some alchemy if you're not busy." I regretted saying it immediately because I never talk to anyone like that, I was just blind sided by the porn and thought maybe she would think it was funny. Well, after a few minutes she says "did you just ask to fuck me?"

Okay, I'm going down in flames, I crossed a line, that alchemy "joke" was inappropriate and creepy and she's clearly not into it and she's probably gonna unmatch me and block me and report me or something. I'm still confused over the direction the conversation is going, but I decide it'd be better if I apologize and go on the defensive instead of doubling down like a jackass. I tell her "no, not really," I'm not soliciting a stranger for sex, I was just yes-anding. She sent a porn link. What was I supposed to say? How was I supposed to respond?

Another few minutes pass. I was 100% sure that when I reopened the app she would be gone, but no, she finally replied "I was hoping you were..."

What kind of mind game is this? Is she just looking for a hookup? Her profile specifically says she's not! I have no idea what's going on.

"Did you just ask to fuck me?" My honest answer would have been "yes, isn't that what you wanted?" but the thought of saying that to somebody makes me feel like a douchebag. Her tone with that question didn't sound flirty, it sounded accusatory, like she was outraged I had the audacity to ask for sex so soon. My social anxiety is going through the roof. Whoops, turns out she actually WAS flirting and DID want to have sex, and I've managed to waffle it and sound like an asshole no matter what I say. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

From my perspective:

Her: *posts meme about sex* (it's just a meme, nothing more. Don't read into it)

Me: *flirty memey response* (could go either way; I'm not outright saying I want to have sex with her, I'm just matching her energy. She memes about sex, I reply in kind because I thought it would be weirder go ignore it)

Her: oh my god, did you really just say that? Did you really think I wanted to have sex with you?

Me: I'm sorry, I overstepped

Her: mind games, dumbass! You don't know what I want, motherfucker!"

From her perspective:

Her: our conversation is going well, let me drop a big hint that I want to hook up

Me: picks up on the hint

Her: really?

Me: NO!

Her: oh... okay... nevermind...

So then I take a step back and try to see if there's any way whatsoever to salvage this dumpster fire of a conversation. I admit that I'm confused and ask her point blank if she wanted to have sex. I legitimately don't know if she was making a move or not, and I need her to know that I'm not the kind of guy who asks for sex as an opening move but I'm not opposed to it if she's the one bringing it up. There's no way to fix this. I failed at this interaction. I need to cut my losses, but somehow we keep talking.

She says, quote "I like making art and love. Sometimes at the same time, ya know?"

I say "do you want to make love?"

She says "we probably should."

I ask her if she'd like to get something to eat first, as was my initial date plan before the porn thing. Her response confused me even more. "I can't right now. I'm exhausted from traveling all weekend. I haven't eaten and feel like I'm gonna pass out." That reply doesn't make sense. It's Wednesday and she says she's too hungry to get dinner. That's when I noticed that her previous message ended with a period.

"We probably should," period. I scrolled back up through our conversation and realized that EVERY message she sent me ended with a period. Every single one! Oh, and some of them weren't even direct responses to anything I said, so now I'm 1000% convinced that she's a bot. I got tricked into talking for three hours with a bot, and I derailed the scam by rolling a nat 1 critical fail when it tried to sext me.

I ask "her" point blank when she wants to meet up, and it said "I need to eat first. Make food, not war, lol. Where are your top places to grab food?"

Bot. Almost certainly a bot.

My final reply, in the extraordinarily small off chance that she's not a bot, was to say it depends on my mood, before losting three or four of my go-to places.

"She" didn't unmatch, but she ghosted me. No reply.

Bot. Absolutely a bot. No doubt about it.

TLDR, I got catfished by a bot!

[whatdoessunshinetastelike]

the first five nights at freddy's game was one of the first things i remember seeing when i was younger that gave me a feeling similar to those that "liminal space" photos give off

this shot of pirate cove in particular was one of them

the star pattern felt like something i would have seen somewhere as a baby or something

also cold take ik but the animatronic designs from the first game were some of the absolute best in the series

they manage to look like they could be animatronics from an actual children's establishment during the 80s or 90s like they look friendly on stage (this is one of my favorite fnaf images of all time)

but with different lighting and just the right angle they are creepy as shit (i know this image has been memed to death but it is still freaky on its own i mean the later games can barely ever come close to this)

and these two sides of them manage to coexist. their creepiness FEELS like it could have been unintentional. they're not too cutesy to not ever be scary at all but also not overdone to the point where they just look goofy and unconvincing (looking at you, FNaF Plus)

they remind me of the Cyberamic style of animatronics from chuck e cheese where they look cartoony and cute to some but unsettling to others (as a cec/rock afire fan myself i can understand both sides)

also another cold take that i really agree with: another part of why the first game was so cool is because of how subtle the lore was

i'm not trying to be all "WAAAAAAHH BOOO THE OLD DAYS WERE BETTER THE FNAF STORY SUX" because i don't hate the story (at least in the older games) and i don't at all disagree with the choice to flesh out the story more. it was a necessary part of continuing the title at that point and turning it into a series (also, people probably wouldn't still be talking about it today)

but part of what made fnaf 1 so intriguing is that you knew nothing. you didn't KNOW who these characters were. you didn't KNOW the history of the company, or anything about those involved in creating it. you didn't KNOW if the place was really haunted or if you were just hallucinating. hell, you didn't even know much about phone guy, YOUR ONLY COMPANION, other than that he Worked In That Office Before You at some point (who knows how old those messages really were?)

the only real hints of a backstory you get are things phone guy mentions OR the chance to catch a rare glimpse of the newspaper clippings in the east hall corner

even going into freddy's knowing nothing, you can tell it's pretty run down. there is garbage all around the office and hallways, cobwebs under your desk and in the doorways, weird grime covering the walls, and clumps of wires hanging from the ceiling. multiple of these aspects can be seen in that one above image.

all of that combined with the ambient noises (the ghostly wind-like sounds, weird random knocking, distant carousel music to name a few) work to give you a sense of dread. the whole building felt haunted, not just the robots. even if you haven't read about the tragedies or heard from phone guy, you might still get the sense that something terrible happened here.

but there is one thing you do know: Fazbear Entertainment is a shady, deplorable organization. five children lost their lives to a sick individual, and they stay open. company's gotta survive, after all. assuming foxy (or any of the others) did the Bite of '87 (we are looking at a fnaf 1-only universe here) they just keep it in the building and don't bother to even remove the contraption that took out someone's brain.

and of course if you, the employee who has to look after this dumpster fire of a pizzeria, get hurt or killed on the job, to quote phone guy: "A missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced"

i think that quote speaks for itself

(i despise how they made the sketchiness and apathy of the company over-the-top in an effort to be funny in the later games i much prefer it being a little more subdued like this but i am getting back into boomer complaint territory so blagh)

this post is getting MUCH longer than i expected it to so here is a small list of Little Things i love about fnaf 1 that add to its overall feel that doesn't really carry over to the other games

the groaning noises sometimes made by bonnie and chica when they reach your office. what is that exactly? is it their voice boxes or whatever else inside them breaking apart? or is it the ghosts? what if those kids are still fucking alive?

the "IT'S ME" phrase that appears relatively often during gameplay. what does that mean? who is trying to talk to us? is it the ghost of someone we know, like phone guy? or one of the kids? did we know one of the kids?

the whole power outage sequence. still chilling

the foxy attack sequence. you're just playing normally when suddenly this animatronic you've never even seen before runs down the hall and pops into your office to kill you. even though the scare really only works once it's still well-done

the fact that we know nothing about our protagonist. it works in this game because it raises several questions that could be asked. who is mike schmidt? why does he keep coming back to freddy's, even though he knows it's deadly? does he want answers? or is he just that desperate for money? is he familiar with freddy's? did he know someone involved? was he the killer?

ditto but for the killer himself. back then, we didn't read about him in the paper and think of the mad scientist furry who co-founded the restaurant and built robots that killed his kids. we read about him and wondered who he was. are we him? or was it phone guy, our only friend? was the person they arrested really him, or is he still out there? and most of all, why did he do what he did?

what the hell was golden freddy? hallucination? ghost? nobody knew

the fact that foxy's eyes are always glowing while the others don't. this has no significance i just think its neat (this is true for all his future appearances too i think)

idk how to conclude this so here are some more pics that i find creepy. happy 10th anniversary fnaf heres to another 10 years of fantasy and fun

(can you tell i find chica the scariest)

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3746

today was chill, yet productive.

woke up eventually. had a muffin for breakfast and talked to kelly a little bit.

chilled out for a long time, just nothing to do.

eventually i did grab my laptop and i did a back and forth with the lady who has been working on my resume. she also wrote me a cover letter which is GREAT, and then she's also revamping my linkedin profile so it's better and more engaging i guess. another 250. it's draining my bank account, sure, but im hoping it pays off sooner than later.

also applied for a job at wayfair where my friends work and registered for a job fair on wednesday or something.

busy week coming up.

talked to leo for a while as well - he's got some good things going on too, and i'm very proud of him. i believe i also get to see him this week. gotta double check.

i played a few sounds of uno with joel and the homies and eventually they went out and got me some nachos. i showered while joel and company were playing magic.

i feel like all i'm doing this weekend is eating and it's weird because it's not helping me much. i have the window curtains closed because daylight is bright so it's also hard to know wake-up time. either way.

dinner was at a place in downtown portland that was very good and had an absolutely fire playlist. like, in probably forty five minutes, there were only two songs i couldn't sing along to.

after dinner, i stayed in the room for a bit while everyone else went to the pool. i cleaned up a little and then worked on my blanket commission, earning myself some more rope burn in the process. i couldn't find my box of tools for crocheting so i didn't have my tension rings, so i was stuck looping the blanket yarn around my fingers like i do with normal worsted yarn. but this shit hurts.

regardless, when the lads came back, we sat and shared memes while i continued working. joel fell asleep and i went to bed. here now.

leo is at the arcade with his homies and i am ready for sleep. at least i'm drinking enough water.

[stacywaters]

Just Pretend (BEOMGYU) CH11 - The Moment I Knew

(Y/N POV)

Yesterday, I worried all morning and tossed and turned the night before, fretting what would happen to me and Beomgyu once we finished our presentation.

The presentation went well, but not me and Beomgyu.

Since I showed up that morning, he had been acting strange. I woke up early to do my makeup and hair, trying my best to look nice. My mom thinks it's because of the presentation. But really, it's because it was the last time we were forced to work together, and I hoped that if I could look good enough or sound smart enough, he would stick around.

However, he was distant the entire day. Like those pictures you see of the milky way galaxy, he seemed to be orbiting a whole other sun.

He performed well when it came to the slideshow, but I didn't see him again all day. It's like he was hiding. He had been dodging eye contact and muttering to himself since he got here. Was it something I did? I worry. I think back to me grabbing his hand earlier, shoot! I probably weirded him out and now he hates me, and, and... these nervous thoughts followed me all day, like the cherry blossoms in the spring air. Except far less pretty.

I practically ran to the front gates of the school. If I could see him just one last time before the weekend, maybe somehow I could... keep myself in his thoughts? He walked slowly from the classrooms, eyes down. When he finally looked up and saw me, he practically froze. Has he actually been avoiding me? What did I do?

I still smiled and ran over to him, "I keep forgetting that we don't need to work on our project after school today"

He gulped, "y-yeah" His eyes seemed to jump around, rarely meeting mine.

If I messed something up, I want to fix it! But how am I supposed to fix it if we never talk again?

"so, got any plans for the weekend?"

"Nope"

I went to prom with him (kinda), I talked to him once he lost his old friends, he helped me escape people that were bullying me, we've done this whole project together, how can we just move on as acquaintances after that?

"Then, uh," my mind raced as I tried to think of something we could do together, some excuse to meet up.

I looked at him again. He looked almost... agitated? He turned away and covered his face. I breathed a sigh. Then again, if he were to fall in love with me like I hoped, wouldn't he have by now?

"Then, I guess I'll just see you around"

He was still looking off somewhere. Maybe at someone else. Maybe at nothing at all, "Mhm"

I turned and began walking home. Once I was farther away, I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. I cried silently the whole way home.

Maybe it's stupid. Maybe I'm the one being unrealistic. But I really thought we had something, or maybe I just really believed we could've. I shouldn't have invited him to prom, it just made my feelings worse. And now I have to accept that we could've been, but we never will.

My feelings will just be fog on a window, obscuring my view but clear to him. My warm welcomes just melt at the hands of his cold gaze. And I'll have to be okay with that.

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I sip my warm latte, steam floating up and warming my face. I listen to the tap tap tap of the icy rain against the metal roof.

In this quiet morning, I just scroll through Pinterest. Saving photos of cute animals or funny memes. Just relaxing.

I hear something hit the window. I look out there, but I don't see much through the condensation on the glass.

Again, a knock. Is there some animal messing with the latch of the window? A squirrel that went a bit crazy?

The sound continues, so I finally close my phone and unlock the latch of the window to see what is going on.

"What is-"

I freeze in my spot at my desk. My eyes now wide and glassy.

Soaked from the rain. Eyes red; he's been crying for a while now. Hair all messed up. A slouch to his posture, shoulders weighing him down. Arms flat at his side. A pleading look.

"I didn't know where else to go," he mumbles.

A roar of thunder. A flash of lightning. A shiver as he stands before me. I'm still so shocked. I was worried I'd never see him again, but here he is. And that was the moment I knew, for sure this time.

This was real.

I finally call to him, "Beomgyu?"

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 12/07/2023

THE NEW TEAM 10 FORT​!​!​! [Francis Flow: Original Mix]

Season 3 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume L [Side B]

Ripped by KnightOfGames

Man. As someone who's followed both SiIva and general meme culture pretty actively during the mid-2010s, there are few things as funny as seeing It's Everyday Bro gradually become accepted by the SiIva team and fanbase. What started out as an obnoxious flex-song uploaded at the height of the Paul brothers' relevancy, became an anthem for ironic shitposting due to just how recognizable its main beat had become.

To me the funniest part of it all is that its all pretty recent history thats intertwined with SiIva itself, sort of like the channel's relationship to stuff like Friday Night Funkin'. The original It's Everyday Bro was released in the midst of 2017, and slooowly crept into some occasional SiIva rips during the tail end of Season 2. On the song's 1-year anniversary in Season 3, however, it made its presence all too known. The hysterically named It's "It's Everyday Bro" Day Bro takeover was just that: A whole day dedicated to nothing but rips of everyone's least favorite influencer and the theme that had haunted trending pages for weeks on end the year prior. Keep in mind, this was also a few months after Logan Paul caused a giant storm of controversy with his Japan Vlog, so public opinion had effectively plummeted on the two as a whole: Nobody wanted more to do with them.

The Paul brothers would eventually become mainstays on the channel in a pretty funny way - a lot of Jake Paul rips made after this Season 3 event, for instance, are now labelled as (JP Mix) in reference to his initials, and the two keep showing up in weirdly irregular spurts compared to other SiIva memes. Its extremely entertaining to keep up with, especially now that they're officially part of the CCC lore as of Season 5, and because It's Everyday Bro itself is genuinely an incredible audio source.

Through the zany nature of the original Fort Francis track and the instantly recognizable It's Everyday Bro beat, THE NEW TEAM 10 FORT​!​!​! [Francis Flow: Original Mix] is able to work wonders despite not even incorporating any of Jake Paul's vocals, as many other rips during the takeover did. I think that's part of why I was drawn to this rip in particular, as to an unknowing listener it basically just sounds like a weird Trap-adjacent rearrangement of the original theme, that's still able to go hard in its own way. Its understated in a way that somehow makes the joke even funnier, which to me speaks to just how good of a ripper KnightOfGames really is. Even with the simplest concepts, he's always able to deliver exactly what you ordered in the highest quality possible.

[hermannsthumb]

For the summer prompts I’ll take a number 16 and a number 9 with extra sauce :^)

9. Stargazing + 16. Weddings

from the summer prompts meme here

another little summer prompt as a break while I work on zine stuff and do a million other things, WAHOO

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One of the most annoying parts about Hermann is that he actually makes for decent company when they’re not forced to stay within a two-foot radius of each other in the confines of the lab. Even more annoying is that Newt actually enjoys it. (Ugh.) He enjoys it even more now that they don’t have to share a lab at all and Hermann has started being kind of nice to him. And, you know, does other stuff with him. They’re not really boyfriends yet, because Newt is too afraid to use that term in front of Hermann—he knows Hermann would probably call him juvenile or something—but they’re inching towards it. Slowly. Very, very slowly, like the two emotionally inexperienced academics they are.

Newt’s fine with it, mostly. He wishes someone would invent a word between boyfriend and partner that he could use that doesn’t make him want to curl up in agony. It does make social situations pretty weird sometimes, though, like when he took Hermann to dinner with his dad after one of their big lectures and he couldn’t exactly say this is the guy from work I hooked my brain up to and like to make out with, or when he met some of Hermann’s family at one “we didn’t die!” gala or another and Hermann stiffly called Newt his companion (somehow more weirdly suggestive than literally anything else he could’ve said?).

It’s made this one in particular kind of weird.

They’re at the wedding of a mutual—well, Newt’s not sure if he would call the guy a friend, acquaintance maybe, research collaborator (which also sounds like something Hermann would introduce Newt as, to be honest, but Newt means it for real)—and he clearly assumed there was more going on with Newt and Hermann than just some humble companionship when he sent out their invitation. Singular invitation. Both of their names at the top, no mention of an allotted plus one(s) anywhere on it. It was more understandable than presumptuous, at least, since they are kind of joined at the hip and still very slightly at the mind. Newt and Hermann met the kid (okay, he was well into his twenties, but that's basically a kid) when he interned as a research assistant in the lab for a few months, back at the start of Newt and Hermann’s tenure with the PPDC when they still had funding and willing participants for that kinda thing. Newt always privately suspected that he had a little bit of a thing for Hermann—and seeing the incredibly dorky groom today all but confirms that. Definitely has a type.

Newt has also always suspected the kid was assuming things about Hermann’s relationship with Newt the entirety of his time under their supervision, which, you know, this also kind of confirms.

“I’ve never liked weddings much,” Hermann says, stirring a straw aimlessly through his cocktail. Their former-intern has tucked them away at a private table in the very back of the reception hall, out of sight and out of earshot, which would probably be an insult coming from anyone who isn’t one-hundred-percent aware of how bad Newt and Hermann are at socializing. It works out better for everyone this way—Newt and Hermann don’t embarrass themselves or the wedding party. “Seems like a lot of fuss over nothing. My brother’s had two now, and neither of them have taken—just a waste of time and money. ”

Newt likes the open bar at weddings, and he likes getting tipsy enough for it to become socially acceptable to dance like an idiot with strangers, but the rest of it is, yeah, pretty boring. He hasn’t been to a wedding since his cousin got married a couple years back. Newt flew all the way back to Germany for that, and all by himself, because he couldn’t bribe Hermann into being his totally platonic(/vitriolic, since they still pretended to hate each other back then) plus-one for the night. Still, he loves being a pain in Hermann’s ass, and the need to be a contrarian majorly outweighs the fact that he, you know, agrees with the guy. “Weddings are fun,” Newt says, mock-defensively. “I’m sorry you’re not romantic enough to appreciate them.”

Hermann snorts and nudges their knees together under the table, and Newt caves with a grin. “We could just leave,” Newt suggests. He steals a sip of Hermann’s drink. “I don’t think anyone would even notice. I can call us an Uber and we could be back at the hotel in literally thirty minutes.” It’s his turn to nudge Hermann. “We came, we said hi, we met the husband, we left them a gift—” A joint gift, with a yay congrats! card signed by them both, they were very much not dodging those relationship assumptions. “—so I’m thinking our social obligations are prettttty much done?”

The romantic thing to do would be to ask Hermann to dance. They could wait for a slow song, and Newt could hold his weight enough for them to sway awkwardly like two middle-schoolers for a little bit, and then Hermann would give him a furtive and equally awkward kiss. Very romantic. It would be fun to do that if it wasn’t so hot in here. July heat and a million people crammed into a tiny ballroom: not conducive to comfort. Newton took off his suit coat and undid his tie about an hour ago, and unbuttoned his shirt down past his collarbones (to Hermann’s scandalized judgement) not long after.

The second most romantic thing Newt could do is pay for the Uber. Hermann visibly wrestles with Newt’s suggestion before finally sagging in on himself. “We ought to stay a little longer,” he says, sadly. He does the unthinkable a moment later and actually takes off his own blazer and ugly quote-unquote dressy vest. Newt spots sweat beading his brow beneath his uneven bangs.

The third most romantic thing to do would be to help Hermann preserve his dignity before—God forbid!—he undoes his collar, which he's buttoned all the way to his throat in typical Hermann fashion. The glass doors to the patio adjacent to the ballroom have been propped open to let in a breeze, and though Newt can’t imagine it’s any less humid or muggy out there, any fresh air would be an improvement. Hermann doesn’t do well in large crowds for very long and Newt can practically feel the last of his patience ebbing away. If someone so much as tries to small talk with them Hermann might lose it for real. Plus—the venue is isolated enough that Newt suspects they might have a pretty nice view of the night sky, something that they've been sorely missing out on from all those years slouching around a damp basement.

He stands and holds out a hand in offering to Hermann. “Let’s go outside,” he says. “We can look at the stars.” Also, Hermann looks kind of cute all flushed and sweaty, and if Newt can't dance with him he'll see if he can snag a kiss or two. Hermann raises his eyebrows at this, but gropes for his cane and takes Newt's hand anyway.

The patio is thankfully deserted. Heat aside, it’s pretty nice out: the space is enclosed by tall, well-maintained shrubs strung with twinkle lights, and there are a handful of benches spaced around evenly. The night breeze is warm but better than nothing. Hermann primly dabs at his face with his handkerchief as he takes a seat at one of the benches, and Newt drops in a sprawl next to him. They can just hear the dumb early-aughts pop song the DJ had been playing through the crack in the door. Hermann says nothing when Newt tucks an arm around his neck. “We have an hour until the reception is meant to end,” Hermann says, glaring at his analog wristwatch, like he thinks that will make time pass faster. "Is there a socially acceptable time to leave before then? We could invent an excuse. Or—" A sigh. "Newton."

Newt has pressed his face to Hermann’s neck to leave little kisses at his jaw, and Hermann wriggles around, dodging further attempts with a wrinkled nose and another funny, whining exclamation of Newt’s name. “Ah, ah, not in public,” he says. “It’s—” Unbecoming, Newt thinks in his Hermann impression, and maybe he mutters it too. But Hermann kisses him properly anyway, toying idly with the loose ends of Newt’s tie before pushing him away. “Looking at the stars?” he echoes Newt sarcastically.

“I did mean it,” Newt says, with another goofy grin. “Kind of.” They're efficient men (sometimes) and he imagines they could very easily find a way to compromise and multitask.

“You should know you're hardly the only one to try that,” Hermann says, and Newt thinks, with a flash of hot embarrassment, of the number of times Hermann has talked about the stargazing dates he used to go on in college with the hot nerds in his chess club. Well, Newt’s paraphrasing that last part. Hermann actually said something like charming young men, but Newt thinks the odds of someone being in chess club and not being a nerd are pretty slim, which Newt (who was also in a chess club) has firsthand knowledge of.

"But," Hermann continues, his eyes dropping down to the curls of ink on Newt's semi-exposed chest, "I suppose we do have time to kill."

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Mini Fanfic #1110: Home to See the Doctor (Persona 5)

8:56 p.m. at Tae's Apartment........

HELP!........HEEEEEELLLLLPP!!!!

Tae: (Watches Compilation Videos of the Grimace Shake on her Tablet While Sitting on the Sofa Woth her Legs Crossed) It kinda scary how creative these kids are with these type of memes.....(Grabs her Chin While Looking Up at the Ceiling) I wonder if I should make one of my own too, assuming the shake is any good to begin with.

'Door Unlocked and Opened'

Sae: (Walks into the Apartment) I'm here........

Tae: (Smiles Softly at her Girlfriend Making her Way Towards the Sofa) Welcome back to my glorious resting place, beautiful~ Had a good day at work today?

Sae: (Scoffs While Rolling her Eyes as She Sits Next to her Girlfriend) I wish.....

Tae: Oh no. There's that cute scowl of yours again. Did the mountains of paperwork pissed you off this time or an impulsive client?

Sae: (Lays her Head Onto Tae's Lap) Yes. (Begins to Pout a Little) And I'm not cute......

Tae: (Starts Snickering) Really? Then why are you sulking on my lap right now?

Sae: Because the second half of work has exhausted me to no end! (Looks Away While Blushing and Snuggling up on Tae's Lap.a Bit) And....I figured you and your lap is the best source for comfort at the moment......

Tae: (Giggles Softly) Well, I'm glad my lap and I are helping you feel better for the rest of the evening. Here's hoping you could stand my usual snarky attitude going forward.

Sae: (Giggles a Bit as Well) Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'd much prefer dealing with your snarkiness than listening to my clients' complaints. But that's enough about me for now, how was your day at the clinic?

Tae: (Shrugs) Eh. It was as uninterestingly busy as always. Oh and thanks for bringing my latté to me earlier by the way. I haven't had the chance to thank you after you left.

Sae: It's no problem. If anything, you should be thanking Sojiro-san for giving you one for free.

Tae: You don't say? I might have to give him something nice back in return one of these days, if that's the case.

Sae: I mean, you really don't HAVE to, but if that's want you want do, then I say ho for it. (Notices a Guy Laying Down on the Floor Covered With Purple Like Substance on Tae's Tablet) ('Sigh') Oh god, is that guy doing that weird Grimace Shake meme?

Tae: Yup. I've been watching videos of these before you came here and they're impressing me so far. What? You've seen someone else doing this kind of shit before?

Sae: Futuba and her friends. They had the café nearly covered with purple smoothies everywhere when the boys and I arrived there. (

Sae hears a sudden buzzing sound as she takes her phone out of her pants pocket and check out the new messages she received.

Sae: ('Sigh') And now that I've told them about us being in a committed relationship with one another, they've been wanting nothing but details ever since. (Receives Another Message) That and giving you an invitation to our next D&D meeting tomorrow night.

Tae: (Snickers a Bit) Sure. I don't have any plans. Which reminds me, there's something i want yhe both of us to do tomorrow before we head over to the café.

Sae: (Raises an Eyebrow at Her Girlfriend) This isn't anything illegal related, is it?

Tae: Oh relax. It's perfectly legal. Mostly. I want us to give this whole Grimace Shake meme a test run.

Sae: ('Groans in Annoyance')

Tae: I know, I know. It's not professional for either of us to get involved with and it'll probably get gross in some areas, but these memes only last like a few seconds or so. I promise you it'll only be quick.

Sae: ('Sighs in Defeat') Alright. I'll take your word for it. Just don't expect me to be in a brighter mood if that stuff it's in my clothes and hair.

Tae: (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Afraid of getting a little dirty, Ms. Prosecutor?~

Sae: (Scoffs Once More) Of course not! I just.....don't want to look messy and unproper is all.

Tae: Like a clean freak?

Sae: (Pouts at Tae) Like a person with common sense, thank you!

Tae: (Giggles Softly) See? I told you you're a cutie~

Sae: Am. NOT! (Crosses her Arms) I am more of a profession of this relationship.

Tae: Suuuuuuuure you are, when I'm not around maybe.

Sae: (Starts Grumbling)

Tae: (Giggles Some More) Okay, okay. Seriously though, I'll have spare clothes for you to wear afterwards and will fix your hair back up if it gets messy. (Gently Strokes the Top of Sae's Hair) In meantime, just continue to relax for me, yeah? You've earned it after all the exhausting crap you had go through today.

Sae: ('Sigh') I have. And I'm glad this day is coming to a close. But.....more than anything.....

Tae: Hm?

Sae: (Gently Grab Hold of Tae's Hand with a Soft, Sincere Smile on her Face) I'm really glad I get come here to you tonight. (Starts Blushing a Little) Believe it or not, I've thought about you quite a lot today~

Tae: (Smiles Brightly) Well, what a coincidence!~ Cause I, just so happens, to thought about you all day as well~

Sae: (Giggles Softly) Really?~

Tae: Yes, really! I thought of how gorgeous you are, how hard you've worked into becoming the woman amd prosecutor you are today. (Starts Poking on Sae's Cheeks Affectionately) And let's not forget how much of an absolute cutie you really are sometimes~

Sae: (Immediately Gives Tae the Deadpinned Look) You're never gonna let this one go, are you?

Tae: (Casually Shrugs) What can I say? You're the easiest person to tease~ (Smiles Softly) But for real again this time, out of the people and....mostly dickheads I've dated over the years, I'm really glad and....maybe blessed even that I've ended up falling for an amazing woman like you. Love you, babe~

Sae's heart begins to flutter and melt in genuine happiness as she gets up from her girlfriend's lap and softly kisses her on the lips before gently places her hand on her cheek.

Sae: I love you too, Tae Takemi~ It may sound a tad bit cliche, but i honestly believe that you're the second person in my life who give my life more meaning than it originally has.

Tae: I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say that your little sister is in the first category.

Sae: (Happily Nodded) Correct. Our relationship as sisters hasn't always been the best, but she's still my baby and I will do anything for her. Even toss her Ren-Ren to the ground if necessary.

Tae: (Playfully Pouts at Sae) Hey, cool it. That's my guinea pig your talking about here.

Sae: Who might also become my future brother-in-law whenever him and Makoto will inevitably get hitched.

Tae: I'm sure it won't be too long till it happen. Those two are already acting like married couples as we speak.

Sae: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes) Don't remind me....They acted like this so often that it's astounding neither of them propose to one another yet. Still, I'll support those two lovebirds so long as they keep each other happy. (Hugs Tae Affectionately) And I'll also do my part in giving you all the love, affection, and care you need~

Tae: (Hugs her Girlfriend Back) Ditto~ And I'll do my best in teasing you as much as possible as well~

Sae: Unfortunately......

Tae: Hey, don't get smart and whiney on me now, woman. You knew what you've gotten yourself into when you've started dating me~

Sae: I know. (Starts Snuggling Up on Tae) And I don't regret my decision one bit.

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💚 / 🥯 / 🤔 / “what other choice do I have?”

DETAILS ABOUT YOU & DIALOGUE PROMPT › ANSONG MEME WEEKEND 001. current status: still accepting! / not accepting . . . 🌱

💚— do you prefer being inside or outside?

"is it okay to say that i like both?" danbi laughs a little sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders a little bit as she considers the question. her apartment is without a doubt her safe zone, the one place she feels she can truly be at peace, but she also does enjoy being outside most times in order to tend to her plants or take care of the stray kittens in the nearby alleyway. "well, maybe more so inside, but . . . i like being outside to go on walks and stuff." she taps her chin thoughtfully. "but maybe not so much with winter being here. it's a little too cold for me, so i'd really rather be outside during spring." she pauses for a moment, then giggles again. "seasonally, i like to be outside. all year round, i like to be inside."

🥯— what do you typically eat in a day? and do you skip any meals?

"matcha lattes? oh wait, that's a drink - uhm," she purses her lips as she things on what is currently occupying her pantry - danbi was mostly a creature of habit, and tended to eat a lot of the same things throughout the week. once in a while, there would be a little variety, but she usually didn't stray from her favorites unless she was cooking with or for someone else. "toast for breakfast, sometimes a sandwich for lunch - oh, but lately i've really been liking some of the lunch boxes at work, so i'll have those. and for dinner . . . well, that can vary depending on what's on sale, but it's usually something like fish or chicken with lots of veggies!" she beams brightly at callum before he offers up a second part to his inquiry, and surprise coats her features. "skip meals?" a pause, and it's obvious she doesn't want to tell him the truth - it's not always, but sometimes when things are too busy at work or she's had a particularly stressful day, she won't have much of an appetite. "no, not really," she says quickly, avoiding eye contact as she presses on. "but hey, enough about me, did you eat today?"

🤔 — what do you think are some of your quirks or unique mannerisms/traits?

"there's . . . some times these things that i can't help but do," she says after taking a moment, threading her fingers together as she glances down at her shoes. "this is going to sound really silly, but sometimes i feel like i have to check things a few times or else something bad is going to happen," she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. "but not just a few times . . . like, three times, specifically, because three times feels safe. no more, no less. just three." a pause and she shyly glances up at callum. "that probably sounds kind of weird, doesn't it?"

notes from rose: (tw: mention of mental health disorder) danbi deals with mild obsessive compulsive disorder and has a tendency to have "rituals" in her daily life. this does not overall impact her life and is overall subtle unless you're paying close attention to her, but she feels compelled to check the door handle three times before bed to make sure it's locked, knock three times when coming over to someone's house, etc. she also has a tendency to color-code things and alphabetize them.

“what other choice do I have?”

there's something in his tone that squeezes at danbi's heart strings - she glances up at callum, mouth curving downwards and pulling itself into the smallest frown, lips pouting ever so slightly. she wishes she could offer up some kind of logical response to his words - some kind of inkling to his inquiry, an answer that would explain everything, but the truth is that there's nothing that danbi nor callum could do about the situation. in a sense, this was the hand that fate had dealt them, and danbi knew that there was no denying the universe, and the stars had somehow aligned just for this particular moment.

"i'm really sorry, callum," she says, a beat of silence passes between them before she gently lifts up the object in her hands - or well, the small, furry being situated in her arms. "but you don't really have a choice," she continues, holding the kitten up in front of her face, the tiny thing making biscuits mid-air in the space between them before meowing towards what would hopefully be his new owner. "the cat chooses the owner, and that's just how it goes." another pause, and the little black cat lets out another soft meow. danbi lowers the feline slightly, and both she and the kitten look up at him with a pleading look. "besides, you wouldn't really say no to taking this little guy, would you?"

notes from rose: wasn't sure if this should have just been a mini-starter on new post but askjfd; hope this is okay! if you have too much on your plate, don't feel obligated to continue as a separate thread. but also .. callum please take bruce .. 🥺

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Cheerful, Confusing, and A Little Scary – Loss of Life Album Review

From 80s synth pop to existential power ballads.

The awkwardly satirical duo known as MGMT are not just a source of internet memes (the “Electric Feel” bass cover incident) and TikTok hits, but are responsible for some of the iconic songs of the past two decades, such as their 2007 single “Kids”, which still haunts the world today.

Over the years, VanWyngarden and Goldwasser’s project has earned the reputation of being slightly odd and “not your typical pop group”. The golden duo do not shy away from themes of disdain for our current cellphone society, expressing their snarky comments through either cheerful pop or disorientating dissonance. This “weirdness” came out especially strong on their 2018 release Little Dark Age, which featured peculiarities such as “She Works Out to Much” and “When You Die”. After a solid career of mocking the music industry – and declaring their love for Brian Eno – MGMT release their fifth studio album Loss of Life. Although, Loss of Life is still filled with references to a time long gone, the band shows maturity by taking stabs of satire and cynicism from their previous lyrical aspects, and work it into the nuances of the music.

Design by John Baldessari, Noses & Ears, Etc. (Part Two): Two (Flesh) Faces with (Blue) Ears and                                                             Noses, Two (Flesh) Hands and Hobby Horse, 2006.

The album kicks off by pestering the listener with an immediate nostalgia inducing prelude on “Loss of Life (part 2)” – We’ll come back to discuss the “part 2” and why this would be in an opening track title? The first of many sly shenanigans. The track starts out with a gritty vinyl sound that introduces a music box tune, accompanied by robot-like voice that speaks of uncanny observations of our world and tells the story of a Welsch bard. It is somewhat reminiscent of “Fitter Happier” by Radiohead, but more cryptic.

VanWyngarden recently explained that their earlier success had given them the freedom to focus more on the music for this record, and this becomes apparent throughout the musical arrangements. An example of this is the bridge in “Nothing Changes”, which offers a lovely intricate symbiosis between brass and synth, which builds up and down and finally flows over smoothly into the final section of the song.

Referencing to the sound of 2000 nostalgia, “Phradie’s song” exhibits the cynical attitude that MGMT is known for, but in a more sophisticated manner. The song starts out with a rather cheerful guitar strum, which is soon accompanied by the joyful ringing of bicycle bells and whistles, one again confronting the listener with looming nostalgia. There has been an internet trend going on of late 90s/early 2000 kids reminiscing about the aesthetics of their childhood era. “Phradie’s song” somehow captures this feeling of longing for childlike unawareness, reminding us that this is something we will never get back. The song then goes on as a lullaby and dissolves into something ungraspable. Comforting and threatening at the same time.

“I Wish I Was Joking” is another close gathering of oddities. The chords progressions border on eerie, and the constant unresolvedness tricks the ears. The song makes a reference to drugs, and the construction of its sonic body does in fact stimulate a feeling of still hanging out at an afterparty, while you should have gone home hours ago. Now you find yourself on a dirty couch, fighting a battle with gravity. This same anti-climactic feeling can be found on “Dancing In Babylon”, which features Christine and the Queens. This song lacks climax in the sense that it’s structure seems to tease a chorus, but never actually finalizes this promise.

Lastly, to lay on the Brit of Britpop, the closing track of the album “Loss of Life” (there is it), the album returns back to its opening music box melody. However, this time it finally gives us the resolve that we have been waiting for the entire album in a cosmic dreamscape Stg. Pepper-esque goodbye. It holds on to the uncomfortable nostalgia that runs through the entire album like a thread, but intermixes it with glimpses of hopeful sounds – such as the return of the brass. Only to resolve into some demonic sound and send us back to “part 2”, where it all began. Suggesting that the album is a circular never ending experience.

Instead of communicating their message through words, MGMT have embodied the lost souls of postmodernism in their music, showing real maturity and leaving me confused and scared of a potential “Bubblegum dog” following me in my nightmares. Yet it should be considered that this was a close analysis of the album, which I have listened to multiple times in a row. And what may be the biggest trick of all, is that if you were to listen to it casually, it can also pass a just a pleasant pop record. The pastiche and satire have been integrated in such a subtle way, that it does not stand in the way of the “listenability” of the album. And although the record has been received with mixed reactions, the duo has shown incredibly musical integrity. And for those who stand with one foot outside the borders of reality, Loss of Life might help you slip out the other one as well.

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The Future Villain Plan

Hey there, live-action adaptations. Well, at the end of today's review, we'll already be halfway through Avengers Undercover. That's pretty exciting, huh? This one's practically zipping by. Heck, let's zip on by ourselves and get into it~

Here's the cover:

…Hey. Hey, Zemo. Z-Zemo. Your pen, Zemo. Your pen is leaking. Like, pretty bad. That's gonna fudge up the contract, I just know it. Also, given this was published in mid-2014, does this mean Baron Zemo pioneered the "hand holding a gun" meme format? Maybe you'd be right to sign with him, in that case. He's got some forward-thinking ideas. My only other complaint with this cover (it's actually very good and symbolic) is how closely he's holding that gun to his armpit. Now I've never shot a gun myself, especially not a comic book laser pistol, but that just seems uncomfortable.

So in our last few issues, the teen survivors of Child Murder Island (at least, the non-marketable ones they didn't have plans to use elsewhere) all team up to find Cullen, only to find Cullen has sold out and joined Baron Zemo's Masters of Evil. He then pressures them into the ultimate signing bonus: murdering Arcade in his home during a party. Hazmat does the deed, and everyone gets caught by SHIELD--only for Hellstrom to warp them back to Villain Land. This is all so Zemo can offer them a contract and some Nazi imagery.

At everyone's hesitation, Zemo realises he might've come on too strong. He splits the groups up among his main minions: Cammi, Hazmat, and Anachronism go with Madame Masque, Daimon Hellstrom takes Nico Minoru, and Chase and Deathlocket go with Constrictor. Cullen has already sold out, and therefore can just hang out (but he decides to go with Hellstrom and Nico anyway). They'll go on some tours, and then decide at the next breakfast. No second breakfast loophole. I guess we're going on a field trip! Or several field trips, I guess.

So Hellstrom, Nico, and Cullen go down to Hell Town. I feel like that might be a country music song, but I'm not certain. This is the section of the city where dark wizards, vampires, and other evil magical stuff lives and hangs out. A huge horned demon suddenly crashes in front of them, and Nico gets all tensed up. But Cullen says it's nothing to worry about. That's just Mephisticuffs, the local fight club and eatery. Hellstrom suggests they go there after the tour. Apparently they have delicious paella. What the heck is the tone here~?

Anyway, Hellstrom takes these two teenagers to his house, and then greets them with the phrase "This is where the magic happens." Nico rightfully calls him out on how creepy this sounds, but he means literally. He shows Nico a big fiery sphere made of strings of fire. Like a yarn ball of flames. He calls it a demon cage, and this is how Cullen's been learning to control his monster side. He lets it out piecemeal inside the cage, which puts it in a dormant state. Nico comments that it's weird how happy Cullen seems, and Hellstrom replies that they haven't hexed him to be happy or anything. That seems an oddly specific denial~

Meanwhile, Chase is already won over because the Young Masters have invited him to play basketball. While he's showing off his dunk, Deathlocket hangs back to talk with Excavator, who was doing a flirt with her a couple issues back. He explains that basically all they do is get told "go beat this guy up" or dropped out of a plane and told to smash, and the rest of the time they just goof around and hang out without responsibilities. Locket laughs aloud, and Excavator agrees it must sound kind of dumb. She replies that no, dumb is good. She could do with some dumb right about now. Ah, the inner conversations of the Marvel offices when they greenlit this series~

Over with Madame Masque, she introduces herself by saying that she watched the whole series of Child Murder Island, thinking half the cast were useless cannon fodder and the other half were superweapons waiting to go off, but she knew these three were special. I hope none of them are buying this. They continue their elevator ride, with her saying the lot of them are clearly leaders, and this offer is basically power and influence. Once the elevator stops, she gets in a helicopter, flying off. She can't waste her whole evening trying to convince them to grab the silver platter she just offered them. God, I hope they're not falling for this.

And thankfully, as soon as the chopper leaves, Cammi asks the other two that they know they're all being played, right? Hazmat and Anachronism both reply affirmative, but like… they are kinda right. Their options suck: stay here and hope the villains don't have a secret agenda (which they have to, they're villains), or go to jail forever. Hazmat suggests something else. Heroes get away with shit all the time. Maybe they could say they're possessed or whatever. And if nobody thinks they're heroes anymore… well, maybe they can do something so big, it covers over the bad stuff.

As promised, Hellstrom's group goes to Mephisticuffs. Nico's in the ring with two big but generic demons. She knocks one down with an ice spell, but he punches her from behind, which sets her off. She cuts loose, ends up blasting the demon to death. Upon realising what she did, she runs from the barbeque/fight pit horrified. She doesn't like that she just snapped and became a killer instinctively, just like her parents wanted. Hellstrom points out that it's just a demon, but how long until it becomes "just" a person?

Nico doesn't really sidle up to Hellstrom's attempt at bonding, embarassingly evil parents in common or not, and he replies that she needs a better friend than him. And here's where shit goes really south. Hellstrom gestures with his pitchfork and resurrects Alex Wilder. Now, if you didn't read at least the first arc of Runaways, first of all, shame on you. It's one of the best comics ever, go read it. But secondly (and spoilers for that first bit), Alex was one of their fellow runaways until he revealed himself as an inside traitor working for their evil parents all along. He is a teen genius, and he is ''big problems''.

Oh, and he and Nico were a couple, if that wasn't enough for you~

So, later on, Chase and Nico meet up with Cammi's group, and by the conversation, you can tell Nico hasn't told Chase--her fellow runaway--about Alex's resurrection (because that won't come back to bite her or anything). Deathlocket's still buddying up with the Young Masters, and obviously Cullen isn't invited because he's already shacked up with the villains. But Hazmat reveals her plan: let's join the bad guys in order to take them down from the inside. Cammi and Anachronism are also on board. Nico's a bit out of it, and Chase just thinks it's a terrible idea--not the least of which is because their whole plan so far is literally "we join up and take 'em down from the inside".

So we cut back over to Baron Zemo in his tower, where he's finishing a call with a minion, who's surprisingly on top of things. The kids enter, and they all tell Zemo they're in--except for Cammi. She's decided to split, go back home to mom. Zemo comments that it's disappointing, but it's her decision. He's really pleased the rest of them decided to join up, though. And so the comic ends with Cammi rocketing home, fuming about everyone "playing villain". Except, despite what Zemo just said about "her decision", she's suddenly lassoed out of the air by Constrictor and swung into a wall, knocking her out. It was her decision… and it was the wrong one.

Well, then, I guess that this is where the "Undercover" in the title comes from. I love when a title only explains itself literally halfway through the story. But anyway... It might not be the most thought-through plan, but I appreciate it. I like that even Anachronism and Hzamat are on board with it. Like, I didn't enjoy Anachronism to start with, him being one of the Braddock Academy OCs and all. But he's got a neat character concept and it's moments like this where he's growing on me. And honestly, this comic is also growing on me. I like that the characters are being mostly heroic (to the best of their ability) from the start, and we also have this very interesting wrinkle with Alex, and the other wrinkle with Cammi's capture. Unlike its predecessor, I'm actually looking forward to seeing where this goes~

[ipercreeper]

WORRY. - Jeff Rosenstock [2016]

We Begged 2 Explode

Laura said to me, "This decade's gonna be fucked Friends will disappear after they fall in love (Fall in love) Fall in love and get married Isn't that shit like, crazy? The workin', havin' babies and promotions? The cheatin', cryin', leavin', and divorcin'?"

Pash Rash

I've been doing this for half my years; I've been mouthing off in bars, trading shame for self-respect My trajectory is crystal clear I can see it in the stars that frame the shame above my neck That frame the shame above my neck And the sky is always pitch black When I sneak away, I only wanna come back and see your face, see your face again

Festival Song

It feels completely ridiculous That I'm a willing participant Gazing at the purples and pinks In the shadow of a bank-sponsored skyline "Unite against the establishment!" While drones transmit the images To a server farm in the valley For a culture that'll eat its own insides

Staring Out the Window at Your Old Apartment

The city don't care if you live or die It's just gonna grow and it doesn't care why You're tired of kicking and fighting through life And left me alone on this cold winter night

Wave Goodnight to Me

Yeah, ignorance is bliss until the day The things you ignored all come into focus And those conveniences leave cavities That can't get filled 'cause you didn't notice

To Be a Ghost...

Born as a data mine for targeted marketing And no one will listen up until you become a hashtag or a meme But hate's not a fad that dies with its virality They want you to be a ghost when they rob you of your hope But you've got power when they're not expecting anything

Pietro, 60 Years Old

Will you wait for me? Keep me warm in the cold? Will you stay with me

I Did Something Weird Last Night

Everything so unexpectedly started to change in the dream But I was preoccupied with how the magic would end Because nothing intangible remains sustainable Hope is a scheme Will I ever see you again?

Blast Damage Days

We'll get lost and wander off, enraptured by fake doom When our towns fall to the ground Oh, it won't shatter me and you Whenever we feel ashamed being alive and awake In such an era of hate and military police These are the mass murder days We are the blast damage age

Bang on the Door

And we can keep pretending this isn't really happening Or wait until the noise goes away We can declare our grand ambitions about living somewhere different But we aren't doing anything today We can avoid the telephone when it's a number we don't know But we don't even know what they're gonna say

Rainbow

They wanna hear us scream "We ain't got no money, we ain't got no money! You got me! You got me! You got me! You got me! We ain't got no money, we ain't got no money! You got me! You got me! You got me! You got me! Please don't take my love away! My home from me today!"

Planet Luxury

They brutalize your confidence and drain you of your energy Until you're always tired and unsure They make a lot of promises but keep on taking everything So you always want more You want more? You want more

HELLLLHOOOOLE

But we don't have to live inside a hellhole And give our money to some fucking asshole We don't wanna live inside a hellhole

June 21st

I didn't leave the house all day For the last thirty Saturdays It's time to trade the darkness for a view Because it's June 21st

The Fuzz

I can't stand feeling violent But it's hard not to sometimes When the innocent get slaughtered And the guilty get a fine When I drown myself in chemicals Do I even have a choice? And if you scream and no one hears you Are you even making noise?

...While You're Alive

I wanna let you know while you're alive Because everybody loves you when you die But when it matters, they're not there Not there I gotta let you know while you're alive Cause I'll be a disaster when you die Chubby body, no hair, don't care

Perfect Sound Whatever

Next time I see you I'll find better words than I'm sorry (I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!) Perfect always takes so long Because it don't exist Perfect always takes so long Because it don't exist It doesn't exist It doesn't exist It doesn't exist It doesn't exist

[kalijhomentethi]

If it weren't for the physical limitations of reality, Akali would be sure she'd have hearts around her as she sits across Evelynn, all too happy to be the subject of the affection. With their eye contact broken, she can relax a little bit now. Maybe she was just thinking too much into it. The corners of her eyes crinkle as she smiles, soft and genuine, just... so, so thankful to have this wonderful woman with her this day... and hopefully for the rest of her life. Words of love directed back at her, paired with that smile of hers? Oh, Akali is done for. She's sure anyone looking at her will see nothing but a lovesick lovebird. This is her girlfriend. Her love of her life.

It takes her a moment to register that she's stopped speaking, her turn to stare at Evelynn in open awe, taking in the sight and sound of her woman laughing at something she said. "Oh, watch him fanboy over you and your hotrod. He's not gonna stop talking as soon as you turn away for a second because he'd be too shy to talk more than a few sentences with you directly. It's honestly hilarious." She watches as the glass is set down, eyes following the movement of Evelynn's claws with interest.

Gaze snaps back to her date rather quickly after that. "Oh yeah, I know it sound weird now. But we'll be fine, babe! I'm sure some of the gang—you know who—would want either the blackest coffee to match their souls or the most expensive thing on the coffee shop's menu after eating. Not sure we'd be doing much talking while wings are on the table." It's said with a light chuckle.

Once more though, Evelynn's movement distracts her, throat moving as she drinks her wine. What she'd give to be able to lean over and kiss her right now. Maybe when they don't have a whole table separating them.

Her girlfriend's response to the invitation has Akali beaming. More time together! "I'll let the gang know we're both in." Their social media accounts that day would be filled with updates, she bets. Fans would undoubtedly be assuming a collaboration is in the works too. The entirety of True Damage together with Evelynn? Sometimes they don't even need to do anything remotely related to music and reporters and journalists would be all over them in no time flat.

"—Wait, another?" She wheezes to herself, making sure to keep it down not to have neighboring tables glance at their direction. That, and the 'another' part comes from the fact that she's not wholly innocent in Abel's virus-obtaining spree. "I didn't even mean for him to get a virus from the meme I sent. He must keep clicking on random ads or something." Mid-sentence, another waiter comes by, holding a small platter half-filled with mozzarella sticks on one side and a handful of toasted ravioli on the other. They set it down in the middle of the table, bowing, then leaving to serve another couple.

Akali picks up a fork and stabs a mozzarella stick, taking a bite out of it, humming in satisfaction. This place never disappoints. "How'd he get another one? Email fiasco again, or? Because just hearing you mention it... it tired you out, babe. And I bet that's not the only thing you had to deal with today. You really could've used this date, huh?"

Evelynn is no stranger to noticing habits ; the way someone twitches under pressure. Lips, brows, eyes -- all the same, body language that gives away what words will not. Akali is no exception, and it takes plenty to resist commenting on the way stare shifts in the slightest, a nervous twinkle in her eyes.

She relents, albeit ( secretly ) begrudgingly, and continues prodding at her salad as Akali begins going on about her plans and day. It is at least a relief to know life is kind to her now -- long gone are the days of nights of red. Nights of loss, fighting to survive another day. How simple has their everydays have become: Evelynn is sure her past self would laugh in her face upon seeing how mundane things often are.

Yet ... this is what she's wanted. Since then, too.

" I love you too, darling. " Her words are spoken reverently, a fire of passion that now burns in her gaze. It is only accompanied by a fond smile, a rarity when in public before she resumes eating. A gentle nod prompts Akali to continue regarding her day, more than content to listen to the excitement that bounces in the rapper's voice.

Soon a laugh escapes her lips, quicker is it to be muffled by her hand. A glimmer of amusement and utter adoration prominent as she shakes her head, lowering her fork once more as Akali goes on about Ekko and the rest of True Damage. " I haven't seen him in a while -- he'd be thrilled to see the new additions I made to my Lambo. " The waiter stops by, though briefly, to place her glass of wine on the table before quickly retreating. Paying them no mind, she takes the glass within her own hands and lets her claws rattle against the cup. " Quite a dangerous combo for your stomach, darling. Though perhaps I'd be one to fear for Ekko and Yasuo more. "

Taking a long sip of her drink, she relishes in the way it easily goes down and places the glass down onto the supplied coaster. " That said, I should be free Friday. I'll let Robin know to keep my schedule open next weekend. " Matching Akali's energy with a smile, she leans back in her seat, wishing that she could just pull the woman over with her lashers and forget about every other person around them. " Sounds like a lovely day, regardless. Far better than managing texts from Abel due to him getting yet another virus on his phone. "