#( this is total trash and it could've been better if I kept at it and didn't have months in between each like addition and rewrite

[shelikeswongkarwai]

[ of clapperboards and ]

ft. @051688 in another au because they won’t let us rest

Elena has no idea how she landed this gig. One of the assistants to an up and coming Korean actor? Especially when her grasp of the language had days where it was dubious at best? She had a friend who knew a guy who worked for another guy— all she wanted was work and she loved film and its inner workings. And rent needed to be paid. And apparently they wanted a foreigner on board, something about the emerging jdrama market… all she really heard was that she’d be on staff for some emerging heartthrob. 

The first time she met him, she didn’t really see it. Sure, he was tall and broad and had teeth, but she couldn’t help but wonder just how well this Ahn Bohyun character would do. And yes. In this verse they have the same names still. What about it?

She’d been braced and fed horror stories and the importance of keeping her distance and keeping things strictly professional. It was all a bit intimidating at first, being at someone’s beck and call, but the more experienced staffers acclimated her to the routine of things and gently corrected her Korean. The first time she got to join him on set with some other staffers, she begun to understand. 

It was some variety show that involved getting answers wrong and being thrown into water…? At least that’s what Elena could gather. It looked freezing. And harrowing. They got to watch most of it behind the production crew and during breaks they scuttled forward with towels and snacks and concerned looks. What got to her was his attitude. He was chipper. Unwavering in his grins despite his costume being soaked through and any and all hair products long gone from his matted hair. She remembered the way he smiled in thanks when she brought him a water bottle and she got to thinking that maybe he had a shot in this whole hallyu business. 

But of course, a few months later and she’s reminding herself: “He’s nice to everyone.” Because he is. It didn’t matter where you landed in the food chain, Bohyun had kindness to spare for everyone, even when there were no cameras around. It was mildly distressing when she noticed herself staring and sifting through magazines for his latest shoot. She’d even gone out of her way to buy his photobook, knowing good and well she could have just asked management for one. But she wanted to support him. And more importantly and urgently, wanted no one to know that sometimes her face went hot when he’d ask for her by name and ask her of her weekend as she struggled to remember why she’d gone to him to begin with. 

The worst was when he’d speak to her in her native tongue. Because of course he’s still multilingual and near perfect in this verse too, he wouldn’t be him if he weren’t. The first time it happened it was unexpected and a couple hours into a party they had thrown him after the last day of shooting for one of his recent dramas (something where he played a jerk and had to dye his hair— he couldn’t wait to go back to black). She realized pretty quickly into the gig that his staff adored him and found any excuse to celebrate his achievements, and this was no different.

She recalled nursing the same beer all night, she couldn’t imagine drinking on the job despite everyone shedding their usual formalities and relaxing, and somehow standing before the massacred congratulatory cake when he joined her. He smiled that big smile of his and asked her in well practiced Japanese, if she wanted a slice. Her mouth dropped. And he barked out a laugh, unfazed by her shock as he explained he’d taken an interest in the language back in secondary and was mostly self taught. Elena’s blood boiled: no human could be this perfect. She chugged from her beer at the notion.

He proceeded to cut her a slice and they continued to speak in Japanese, allowing her to unfurl and relax before she’d even realized it, and they sat on the floor across from each other volleying questions to each other like: “What’s your favourite book?”, “Why’s Merde your favourite short from ‘Tokyo!’?”, “Do you plan on doing this forever?” just to name a few. You can go ahead and make guesses as to who asked what. 

After that, she was a bit of a goner. For as young as she was, she was serious about her work and maintaining professionalism and respecting boundaries— yet there was only so much she could do about the wavering fist in her belly when they’d share a wave down a hallway or laugh at a tiktok between takes. Elena understood that he was a nice man, a good man, and that she couldn’t take anything to heart. She was just a kid after all finding her way in the world that was show business. 

With his growing fame came the rumours.

One week his female costar was supposedly in love with him and the next, he was apparently courting his model cast mate from a variety appearance the week before. They always found it amusing when the stories would pop up and as his staff they’d make it their mission to find the most ridiculous rumours online and show it to him. Bohyun was always tickled by them. Elena wished she could relate. Instead she went into private dives at home, skewering herself as she tried to find the source of these rumours and if there was any semblance of truth. It wasn’t as if she could ask him herself. That would be ridiculous. 

Nearly a year into the job and suddenly one of the rumours are true. Pictures are plastered all over the internet one random night of Bohyun leaving the apartment of a well known (and beautiful and talented) idol and even more disconcerting is the confirmation from both their companies that the two are in fact dating and doing so quietly and happily. The office is abuzz and the group chat doesn’t stop ringing from exclamations and assertions from the other staff that they knew it! A man like him couldn’t possibly be single and any girl would be lucky to date him. They were a very loyal team as you can see. The tight fist returned to her belly but this time it had morphed into a boulder and she wanted to barf all over everything.

She knew they were right. It made more sense that he was in a relationship, he was always being teased and prodded about his type and when he’d land himself a girlfriend and here he was, and she didn’t have it in her to celebrate with the rest of the team. 

She wasn’t an actress for a reason. She was terrible at pretending.

The next time she saw him, it's a few days after the announcement at their offices after what looked to be a meeting, she could barely catch his eyes when she wished him a perfunctory congratulations and tried to excuse herself with record speed. But unfortunately they were headed in the same direction and he had longer legs and gained on her in a few steps. 

“Elena-yah, where are you off to in such a hurry?” Suddenly she hated the honorific but couldn’t help but slow anyway because she liked her job (andmaybeshelikedhimew). 

“……cafeteria? Couple of the unnies want some coffee.” That wasn’t an entire lie. No one had actually asked for the drinks, but she knew they wouldn’t turn them down, and she couldn’t tell him she was trying to get away from him. 

“I’ll help. You can’t be expected to carry all that on your own.” She hated that he’d reverted to Japanese and that it made her palms sweat. 

“No, no, don’t worry. It’s not a lot. Don’t you have somewhere to be? Doesn't.... this place seem louder since the news?" She internally winced. Why had she brought it up? She didn’t want to and it wasn’t her business to begin with. 

She couldn’t see his bemused expression as he peeked down at her as they walked. ���It’s almost as if no one can believe I could land someone like her. Am I so hideous?” When she shot him a look, she saw that familiar playfulness behind his eyes and tried not to gulp. 

“….if anything, she’s the lucky one.” She mumbled, coughing right after and pulling out her phone in an attempt at nonchalance. Like I said, Elena was a terrible actress. 

He does in fact help her with her improvised coffee order and they carry it back to the staff room, greeted with cheers and the delighted twitters of the team as he was bombarded with congratulations and hushed curiousity. Elena wanted no part in it, if that wasn’t obvious already, so she scurried into a corner and pretended to be preoccupied with the schedule. She popped her airpods in so she couldn’t overhear a thing. 

The months went on just like this. To everyone’s surprise, the new couple was heralded by all and fans from both sides were simply excited for the pair— it was so unlike the usual reception such announcements received. It figured his would be unprecedented, Elena thought, trying her damndest not to roll her eyes at all the praise lauded their way. She was only human. A young one with a crush at that. It was clear to all of them that he was happy. Happier than usual? She couldn’t be sure. But there were less impromptu team get togethers that he was available to show up for with his schedule filled to the brim to begin with, never mind the coordinating they were all sure it took for an idol and actor of their calibre. But leave it to Bohyun to find a way, they all thought. 

It was hard to be the jealous little gremlin that she was when everyone else in the office was so happy for the beautiful couple. She couldn’t disagree. They were picture perfect. 

In those months her Korean had improved and she was entertaining first and second dates. Her excuse had always been work and being too busy for such things out here, but if someone like Bohyun could do it, why couldn’t she? She wasn’t dumb. She was well aware she was trying to fan away the childish feelings in her chest by going out to dinner with a burgeoning model and by traipsing the night market with a university student. She couldn’t help it. Elena needed the distraction, more importantly, she needed something else, anything else, to replace the cloying crush. On the bad days, she’d search his name on Naver and scroll the onslaught of candids of the couple and the countless articles seemingly outlining every supposed aspect of their public relationship. They really did look good together. There was no denying that. But she couldn’t help but wonder what they talked about for hours on end and if she loved cinema as much as he did, and if she’d noticed the mole precariously positioned low on his torso, and if she knew that he snored when he was drunk, and if she’d seen his scars, and if she loved to camp as much as he did, and if they kissed like high schoolers with their first crush, and if—

“Earth to Elena… anybody home?” A voice cut through her cacophony of thoughts and she stirred to be met with the crinkled amusement of the very subject of her thoughts, face suddenly hot as she instinctively pulled back. He stole a look down at the phone in her hands and remembering that it was open to a slew of images of him and his girlfriend, she shoved the device between her legs. 

“Ah— sorry. Kind of zoned out there for a minute. Didn’t get much sleep last night,” she feigned a yawn. That was only half true. She was the nocturnal type and rarely got the recommended eight hours of sleep, but any excuse would do. 

Something that might be considered a grin played with his lips at that, and he straightened up once more, watching the young staffer, musing in playful Japanese. “I’ve heard a certain Japanese woman has been seen out on a number of dates recently. Have your suitors been keeping you out late?” 

If she thought her face was hot then, it was lava under the earth’s crust now. Mouth dry, what was she to say? Sensing her embarrassment, the actor laughed and patted the top of her head with one of his gargantuan hands. 

“I’m happy for you, Elena-yah. You’re young. You should be out there having fun.” Ah, yes. A reminder of their age gap. Just what the young woman needed. 

“…..I’m not that young.” She pouted, truly showcasing her youth. He could easily pass for someone in his mid to late twenties and she consistently envied the actor’s skin care. 

He laughed again, he did that often around her, and she watched his broad back disappear around the corner before slamming her head face first on the desk. She prayed for a concussion or at least memory loss. 

Neither of those things occurred though. 

But what did was a fan coordinated celebration that consisted of balloons and cake and gift baskets and a coffee truck set up behind their offices with Bohyun’s face plastered all over it. The news that he had landed the leading role in his first movie was official and everyone was happy. He’d earned his success. Even if there was no doubt people claiming it had something to do with his high profile relationship— they all knew back in the office just how much work he had put into his career. Bohyun rarely rested, going from one project to the next after wrapping. He was constantly invited onto variety shows and wasn’t the type to ever say no. 

The coffee truck drew many fans during the day but at night when things had quieted down, they could steal away downstairs and grab some drinks before it closed. They were amused by it all. Even the cups had his face on it, each one displaying one of his many roles. It was easy to see the thought and care that had gone into the gift. 

Elena wasn’t really one for coffee but she couldn’t pass up a cup with his face on it either. But as fate had it, as she rounded the corner towards the truck, she spotted two very familiar silhouettes stood in front of the truck. She could spot them from a mile away. They looked exactly like the candids she’d scoured online and suddenly her stomach wanted to cave in on itself. It figured the one time she pretended to like coffee he would show up with his girlfriend. 

She ducked back behind the corner and peeked out from the wall, she doubted they’d seen her. He was probably showing off the sweet gesture from his fans, not that she could hear them from where she was, but she could infer. The smaller form was dressed in a long dark coat and her hair was pulled back and even under the dim light, Elena knew she was beautiful. Half the globe knew that already. She couldn’t help but laugh to herself. Her crush had always been a dumb notion to begin with, immature and silly in its conception. He wasn’t even her type. All mainstream and broad shoulders— she liked rough edges and nicotine stained fingers. The two forms drew closer, a long arm winding around a tiny back, and that’s when she knew. 

The next few weeks were spent job hunting. This had always been a temporary gig in her mind, a crazy opportunity, and one she’d always be grateful for. Elena knew she wasn’t cut out for this business, but it had been fun while it lasted, and she’d met some of the best people she could ever ask for. Her original intent was to look for something out of show business entirely but the lead staffer recommended her to a producer friend of hers instead. He often worked on the sets of variety shows and the older woman had noticed how transfixed Elena had been whenever they’d end up on one. With praise she felt unworthy of, the producer offered her a place on his crew and the entire thing was bittersweet. 

She handed in her two weeks notice with the condition no one was told. When her unnie (she was the youngest, they all had her calling them unnie) asked if it had to do with Bohyun, Elena balked and couldn’t hide the feelings on her face. She was kind about it, told her it was all a part of being young, and made her swear to visit. She swore. 

For some reason or another, her last two weeks involved frequent sightings of the actor. He was preparing for his film and constantly in and out of the offices for meetings and what looked to be rehearsals. He was the type to bring his script in and read it whenever he had a moment to himself. She found herself walking in on him hunched over the script in his seat or stood in a corner lost in his own world, mouthing back words to himself. She liked his focused expression best. He was unguarded like this. Mouth soft, gaze preoccupied. It certainly didn’t help the feeling in her chest but what was the harm in memorizing a little bit? 

On her last day she begged them not to throw a party, especially not in the office, which she only managed by agreeing to celebratory drinks after work which was really code for getting drunk and crying into her peach soju because she’d miss her unnies. 

“See you tomorrow!”

“Yeah, see you... don’t overwork yourself. I can see your eyebags from here, you know.” It’s been a few months and she’s hunkered down in the back office of the studio, thumbing through the stunts planned for the rest of the week. She didn’t have the final say, obviously not, but her opinion had some stock and she liked knowing what to expect for the next series of shoots. Working on a show was entirely different from working for an actor, there was a stability to knowing she’d be in the same studio day in and day out. She couldn’t tell if that was better yet. 

Elena didn’t mind being one of the last people left behind, it was quiet this way, and she could muffle her thoughts with the ticking of the clock on the wall and the electrical boops and beeps filtering in from across the hall. 

“Do they not say goodbye where you’re from?”

She’d know that voice from a mile away at any timbre. The sort of voice she hadn’t heard in person for quite some time now. But she could hear it on television and had it wash over her only just last week in the movie theatre. This time it was riddled in what almost sounded like disappointment and her breath stalled in her throat. 

“���no.” Elena hated how sheepish she sounded. A tremor of shame. 

There’s a long and suffocating silence that allows her to fully take in the man that looks exactly the same from the last time she’d seen him. He’s suddenly stood in the doorway, like in one of her ill timed dreams, he must’ve just gotten off work, it’s a public space, and the studio’s known to share with other other shows and chances are he's just finished another appearance promoting his new film. But what does it matter?

The last time had been two months back in fact, on her last day at the office (he didn’t know that), he joined in step with her on the way to the cafeteria and asked if he could eat with her. It had been some time. As if she’d say no. Especially not on that day of all days.

She dreaded being alone with him those days, struggling to keep from mentioning the obvious, the elephant in the room. But by the time they’d filled their trays and found a table outside with the umbrellas, some of the familiar ease had returned. He spoke to her in Japanese, while she replied in Korean (they both needed the practice), and she considered telling him the truth, reveal that she was leaving— but he laughed like a boy who had caught his first fish at her badly recited Korean pun, and she couldn’t risk ruining it. 

“Are you happy?” The question felt like lightning in the present day and she shrugged, the tears she’d tried to blink back suddenly falling. Incriminating. The silence expanded like a balloon. 

“….are you?” She finally whispered. He shrugged too. 

“It’s funny what we can get used to. I keep walking around corners thinking I’ll see you.”

“….must be a relief when you don’t.”

“If only.”

If only encompassed too much and took up the entirety of the inside of her chest and he must’ve noticed because he crossed the rest of the distance between them and knelt beside the desk. A large hand suddenly swamped the left of her cheek. Her face really. She wondered if he could feel her heartbeat through her skin. 

“If only I'd seen it.” She shook her head, definitive, well aware that if she were to speak she’d sob. “If only you’d told me you were leaving. Why was I the last to know? Why was everyone wary about telling me you’d quit the next day like they were walking on eggshells?” She didn't want to look him in the eyes but there was no helping it and emotions swam in his dark gaze that she wondered if they were reflected in her own. Regret coloured his tongue. 

“I didn’t think you’d notice if I was gone.” His brows furrowed in disbelief and she was just impressed with herself for getting it together long enough she managed to croak out the words. 

“Elena-yah.” Two months since the last time she heard that. It almost sounded like admonishing but his fingers grazed the skin beneath her mouth, hand still cradling her cheek, and every actress she’d envied before was now her. “May I?”

“…But you’re…”

“Not anymore. It’s a secret.” 

“…if only.” She echoed. Their timing was the worst. It almost made her want to laugh but instead she watched him near through her swimming gaze and the warm slide of his lips on hers popped the balloon in her chest. She could taste the salt of her tears which meant he could too but they kept kissing. 

And that was all it remained. A bittersweet kiss tinged in salt that thrummed of hello and goodbye. She knew better than to hope for the impossible. He was a star on the steady path of global fame and she was lucky enough to afford rent most months. There was no future in people like them making it together, even if she could still feel the ghost of his breath when he'd flicker across her television screen or she'd hear whispers in the hallways of his appearance as a special guest.

Part of her heart had broken off and gone with him that day but Elena didn't regret it. She wanted Bohyun to keep it, whether or not he knew it was even there. Her happiness for him was genuine, even when the guy she'd gone on a third date with let it slip that he was his favourite actor and asked if she'd ever met him. The way Elena saw it, he was just another one of those actors she heard about from time to time through the grapevine, and everything she had heard was good.

No one else in the world would know about their kiss and the if only sealed away between them. Some things were better off kept behind half closed office doors.

[cars2-renaissance]

I did it, y’all, I figured it out

So waaaaaay back in 2011 or so, my scheming child brain had come up with all these Loki-level theories on how Leland actually survived the oil rigs. I had it all figured out. I knew how he did it. And the real kicker is that it was all technically canon compliant which anyone who has seen the movie will have my 13-year-later response of “how the fu-“

Like it’s just not possible!! That scene was unambiguous. He was very extraordinarily DEAD.

BUT! 9 year old me was like nahhh he’s alive. They’re keeping him locked up in a secret dungeon at the bottom of one of the oil rig legs! Like I was convinced!

So it’s been bothering me ever since I got back into the fandom a few months ago. How did I work that out? Then finally. It came to me.

I FIGURED IT OUT!!!!!

This may have kept me up for the majority of last night BUT!!!!

What if Torque was already on the oil rigs when Leland got there? What if he was on the boat?? What if he heard rumors of this British spy they had captured, found him and was like "ey I got this, don't worry fellas, I'll take care of this one."

Then throws the lemons out of the room, turns to Leland, and is like "what in the star spangled fuck are you doing?!"

So they're on a boat and Leland has already been captured. He's got frickin blow torch burns and the lemons are planning on bringing him back to the rigs for further questioning but Torque is like "I've got a better idea. Let's fake your death then I'LL sneak you out of here."

So we all know Torque's disguise is not just projected. He's got an actual physical disguise. Now any well-prepared agent would be carrying a spare disguise devise in case the first one failed—LELAND FRICKING TURBO WHAT THE HAEL WERE YOU DOING— but here's this poor bastard about to be tortured to death so Torque uses the spare to run a scan of Leland and then puts it on some idk wheelbarrow??? and voilà! it now looks just like him!

But Leland is like “it looks like me, but it’s not going to take them long to figure it out.” But Torque is like, “Don’t worry about it,” and runs the decoy into a trash compactor and we get an ironic scene of Leland like "damn that could've been me..." then Torque hides him in an empty crate while he gets the other lemons and is like "haha look what I did to that crummy agent! I killed him haha!" And they're like "moron!! We could've gotten information out of him!"

But they unload the crates from the boat. Leland is waiting on Torque to get him out of there. He knows Finn is coming, but he can't call him now. The lemons probably took his comm. they probably broke his axles too or something to keep him from getting away. So he's totally at Torque's mercy here. Then he hears a commotion and shit, that's probably Finn. *rapid gunfire* *screeching tires* *huge explosion* yeah that's definitely Finn. Then there's just dead silence. And shit that's the worst part.

Okay after this, it really gets complicated. Finn wreaked havoc on those bastards so there was a great deal of confusion. Torque has to play along. Maybe he got sent to the boats again? But he wasn't able to make it back to get Leland out of the crate so the lemons unload the crate first and are like how in the fuck?

So now we've got ourselves a pickle cause Prof Z figures out someone helped Leland fake his death. There's no way he could've done it by himself. Now they've got either a traitor or another spy on board. They try questioning Leland about it but he doesn't give out so they toss him a holding cell in one of the oil rig legs to stew in the salt water and contemplate life. I'm sure they told him Finn was dead.

Torque comes back and awwwSHIT the crate is gone!!! And now all the lemons are on edge so he can't even ask about it without outing himself. All he can do is assume they killed that poor agent after all, and he had to keep on with his with mission, now even more precarious.

Some time passes, Torque goes to Tokyo with the main crew so he can offload the intel he got but he never makes it. And we all know what happens after that.

Finn keeps up his killing spree. We get the events of cars 2. The lemon operation gets shut down and the oil rigs get cleared out except, there's still a pretty red Jag stuck in one of the oil rig's legs :) (don’t worry we’ll rescue him)

[hozaloza]

Ryan Angst Oneshot (TW!! Eating Disorder?, Vomit)

🛑TW- Vomit, eating disorder

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Ryan stared at the food, grimacing at it before he pushed it away. He sighed as he got up from the table, picking up the plate full of food, then throwing it in the trash. His stomach growled, but he felt repulsed by the thought of food. Just thinking about the weight he could gain from it put a knot in his throat. So, he apt to drinking more water, then forced himself to bed.

His stomach pained him all night. He could barely sleep at all. But it was definitely better than getting fatter. 'Can't make fun of my weight now...' he thought, turning to his side. Ryan groaned as he curled up into a ball, holding his stomach. It was so unbearable, so painful... but he wasn't giving up yet. 'Just a few more pounds...' is all that ran through his head, over and over again.

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The next morning, the raven-haired boy got up groggily, rubbing his eyes. He felt completely worn out, but he had to get ready for school. Hesitantly, he got out of his bed, walking to the bathroom. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, got changed, then got his bookbag, walking out the door. 

"Hey Ry-Ry! Woah, you look like a mess! Didn't get any sleep last night?" Thomas asked, clutching his bag strap as he began walking with him. Ryan stayed silent for a moment, thinking up an excuse. 

"Yeah... I was up finishing some homework." He lied. Thomas chuckled, then went on about how he could've just asked him for the answers. Eventually, Jasmine caught up to them.

"What's up idiots! How are my favorite knuckleheads doing??" She asked, wrapping her arms around the both of them. Ryan didn't react much, sighing annoyingly at the annoyance. But he took notice of Thomas's face turning red, chuckling nervously at the loud-mouthed girl. "I brought y'all some snacks, hope you guys enjoy it!" She stated, handing them both donut balls. 

"Yoo! Thank you so much! I love these." Thomas happily said, immediately eating one of his. However, Ryan stared at the small bag, not wanting to eat it. 'I'll gain weight...' he thought. The raven-haired boy handed the bag back to Jasmine, forcing a smile.

"Thanks, but I had a big breakfast." He stated. Jasmine gazed at him for a moment, possibly looking past his lie, but regardless, she shrugged, swinging her bookbag off to shove the donuts into her bag. 

"Alright, if you insist."

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 As the group chatted at lunch, Ryan couldn't help but feel extremely worn out. It was only 4th period, and he was ready to die. His friends kept asking if he was sure he didn't want to eat, and he kept saying he wasn't hungry. But he was, he very was. The pain and growling really gave it away. It had been like this for a week now, and so far he lost 5 pounds. It may have been good for other people, but to Ryan, it was barely anything. How could he only lose 5 pounds? Maybe he had to exercise too...? Yes. That was what he needed. So, when he got home from school, he immediately began working out. His body was weak, but that wasn't stopping him. He had to lose this fat, he had to... 

Another 5 days passed, and he now had lost a total of 13 pounds. Yet his appearance barely changed. He still had stomach fat, and Ryan began to get frustrated with himself. Once while his parents were away, he kept beating himself up, a punishment. 

"You. fucking. fat. bitch!" He yelled, hitting himself with a belt. Ryan screamed, throwing the belt across the room. Panting heavily, he walked back to the bathroom, hovering over the toilet. Ryan began gagging, making an effort to throw up. After 5 minutes, he finally managed to puke something up. He felt nauseous. His body felt tired. His bones were weak, no longer wanting to hold himself up. Ryan slowly got up, walking towards his bed. He immediately fell down on the pillow, softly crying himself to slumber. 

Tired.

He was tired.

He just wanted to eat.

But he couldn't.

Because all food was disgusting. 

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He was disgusting.

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I posted this on Wattpad as well.

Sorry if the eating disorder isn't accurate in this. I'm not very knowledgeable about this topic, that's why I put the question mark next to it)

Also, I'm currently obsessing over Ryan rn, and I have this weird thing where I make my favorites suffer,,, uh.

Hope you liked this angst.

[198d]

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So, working on a project and one aspect of it is making a really simple scientific poster. I'm the design guy, I do the front nd design since I'm the only person who knows basic html and css, the only person who has taken art and design classes, and I do this stuff for fun so I go ahead and take charge of the poster. Plus they really just don't have the intuition for design at all, even when I or the professors give clear instructions on How To Do Things Right. We have to make tons of drafts and get feedback on them, and its kind of a dripfeed because staff would make comments on some things, neglect to comment on the other things, and make us turn in another draft based on those missed comments.

Every single fucking time my teammates would work on it, I would have to go back and fix allllllll of the margins and padding they neglected, and I would have to remake every image of a diagram into a simplified, vectorized. Every time we had to change text or images based on the feedback, I would have to go back and change those as well. Today, while I was working on this, one of my teammates was literally trying to edit the same thing at the same time (using figma and diagrams.net). I was going to lose my mind because I was just trying to fix all of the issues, like I had to do multiple times, that my teammates would neglect from the feedback, and so this was actively happening while I was trying to fix them.

I had everything in their own groups, so that it would be easy to change things out. My teammates didn't know how to work with that. Earlier teammate literally did not understand that a file cannot have two different file extensions, and sent me a rasterized image of a diagram instead of the actual editable file, because diagrams.net just lets you have an "editable (so like, able to move around the individual elements) png" saved to your google docs, exported it as a plain png and posted it in the project chat. When I couldn't open it they then tried to tell me like, well it worked for me and well it has the other extension too so it should work. It was only the filename that had the 'extension' of the proper file format. (this is the big csc senior class btw)

The fact that we went back and forth so much on that diagram to begin with was frustrating because they could've given me access to the editable file at any time, and would constantly ignore or forget feedback which meant having to fix it many, many more times, and most of those fixes were still missing the core design feedback like 'make the text size bigger' and 'eliminate unnecessary whitespace'. If anything, it would've been much better if I went through with porting it to figma instead of relying on them, but I'm over here not wanting to be a total control freak so I'm like... whatever.

So when I get access to that diagram I fix issues from all of the feedback, but at the end of our final feedback they go and try to edit at the same fucking time as I am editing, and I had been fixing the diagram all day up to that point. Then the same thing happened on the figma document, and of course they deleted my group for the section the diagram was supposed to go in, so I had to make it again, fix the margins, fix the padding, fix the sizing.

They also completely trashed my design for a page I worked on for the project itself like waay earlier in the semester, so I was like. Okay. You guys do your thing, I can put in all my junk later. I would like to avoid wasting my time as much as possible, considering how mentally ill and exhausted I already am.

oh yeah and also the examples the professors put in the powerpoint for posters had the same (margins and spacing or text inconsistencies, bad looking screenshots, that kind of thing) or worse issues (think black impact font on a busy patterned background, for fucks sake) that they kept nitpicking us for, so its kinda like. please actually showcase something that's relevant thanks.

At least it's finally(?) over.

[lexxiie]

Did I wait to post this on his birthday? Totally. Quite a fun concept to write. Guess we can say this is a drabble???

Fandom: My hero Academia

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x reader

This was supposed to be a normal mission. He was supposed to defeat the bad villain and go home to get some sleep. That was it. However, nothing ever goes as planned for him, does it? He had no idea the villain he had to fight would have a disintegrating quirk. How was he supposed to know? Now, his clothes were gone. They took his dignity with them. He needed to find a way to avoid being seen by anyone; to get home before the sun started to show itself.

This wasn't gonna be easy, he had to cross a bunch of streets, there weren't enough parks near that would help him hide himself. Everything was awful. What if he encountered a little kid on his way home? Or worse yet, a little kid with his mother? The thought made his skin crawl. He had no intentions of traumatizing anyone.

He kept calling Yamada, but there was no response. he was probably already asleep, of course. He was hoping that he could bring him some clothes but it seemed like that plan wasn't going to work. He had thought of buying clothes somewhere, but there were many reasons why that wasn't gonna work either.

-

He had no choice. He'd have to walk all the way there. Fuck. He figured it would be better for him (and any poor soul out there) if he tried to move using alleys. It was unlikely that anyone would want to go near an alley so late at night.

His plan was actually going very well. No encounters of any sort. Thank god. He was way closer to his house now, he only needed a bit of luck to keep avoiding the few people that were still out. He was walking through the next alley when he heard someone walking down the stairs of the apartemnt complex at his right. His first instinct was to hide behind the trash containers near him. The person he heard approached the container he was using to hide himself. Whoever it was, they sounded like they were in distress, the bags were probably too heavy for them. He heard one bag falling into the container, then two, the- "AH!" Fuck. He was fucked. He had been hit with the last bag and couldn't help the scream that left his throat. "Oh my god, is someone in there? I'm calling the police!" "No!" He stood up before thinking the moment he heard you say you'd call the police, "Ahhhhhh!!" and he forgot he was completely naked.

Explaining to a total stranger why he had no clothes on was humilliating, but having to accept this stranger's help to get home was much more worse. He watched as you were trying to find some clothes that would fit him, but you were very obviously not the same size as him. When you gave him what was your selection of clothes for him, he felt even more humilliated. He honestly prefered to keep using the blanket you gave him than wearing those sweatpants that said "juicy" on the back. But he had no choice.

You could sense his discomfort as he got into your car, trying to avoid eye contact at all costs. "So... Being a hero really is hard, huh?" He still wasn't looking at you. "Yeah." All right, he wasn't very talkative. However, he was in fact very glad he came across you, he realized that he wasn't as close to his house as he thought. Any other person that could've seen him would have reported him for public nudity.

When you finally arrived to the front of his house, you thought he was gonna leave as if anything had happened, without saying a word. Much to your surprise, he turned around to look at you for the first time in the whole ride. "Thank you. I'll bring you your clothes back tomorrow." You smiled at him and nodded. So you would be seeing this guy again, huh?

[crackerqueen-ineedsleep]

in like august or something i sent lorel a very rambly ask about blogverse. well im doing it again because it was such a big thing in my life and i loved it so much.

it is i, roleplayer of bv!shandy/shando, bv!digi/mercury, and the very first lorelcest ship kid; oleander. There's more, but those were the ones i remember clearly. to this day i regret deactivating those blogs, mostly due to all the lost memories. it brought me so much joy. looking back, it was definitely my hyperfixation at the time.

the summer of 2020 (holy shit almost 3 years ago) and i think early into the start of online school, i watched from the sidelines as blogverse grew. every day i watched my little people in the screen. I wasnt much younger but i was still a cringe little tumblr kid having a shit time in school. and then i realized that i could just join. i didnt need permission or anything, i could just make a blog from the get-go and become one of them.

and thats how blogverse shandy was born. my very first tumblr blog, and the one that made me stay. (actually, idk which of them was the first)

i'm still pissed at myself for clearing out my google drive because i used to still have the shitty pictures i drew on my computer of them, due to the fact my ipad was broken at the time. those shitty little pictures were what kept me interested in art (they didnt make me better, i was trash through and through, but they're what sparked my interest and led me to get better). i treasure the old fanart i find in their tags when i go through the ruins of blogverse.

They didn't really have a fleshed out personality or backstory. they were "weird and quirky" one moment, then straight up violent the next. this was mostly because i had no prior experience at actually fleshing out characters. though, i think their "wild card"ness somehow became their personality in the end. i was still some cringe little kid who thought i was a genius at writing because i had this little guy in my computer who lived in a void and had a cat and atattchment issues.

but holy shit i loved them. i used to think about them like a real flesh and blood person. i'd spend long nights roleplaying with others and long days talking to myself about my plans for them and then totally abandoning them moments later. i drew them poorly and decided i was a master of character design. they felt like a part of me.

i had no idea how tumblr worked but it was so much fun. bv digi, bv shandy, and oleander were 3 separate blogs because i didn't even know side blogs were a thing. bv shandy was deactivated several times due to minor issues that could've been fixed with the press of a button.

then came oleander, who i kind of had an idea for. they were a snotty little motherfricker who i absolutely adored being. it started as a joke and then it wasnt a joke anymore and they were a fully fledged character. i got bored quick though, and their blog went inactive soon. i hate their design to this day, and in the morning i'll probably redraw them.

there was also bv digi, whose entire personality was being a little weirdo who kidnapped ship kids at random just be-fucking-cause. they might've actually been the first blog i dont remember. anyway, they had the normalest design and the least art. i loved them with my whole fucking soul.

they made no sense and were generally shitty but that was the best thing to ever happen to me i think. bv introduced me to tumblr where i'd meet so many amazing people and see so many hilarious and sometimes eye-opening posts. it got me into art, writing, and roleplay, my 3 biggest hobbies to this day. it was a hyperfixation i leaned on to cope with the mild distress that just came with being alive and a dumb kid in 2020. my very first 'real' blog was made after bv's fall, and i met one of my longest mutuals bc she wrote a lorelcest fic.

I think back on it as the good old days, nostalgic even. Blogverse was my pride and joy, what i'd go do after a day of suffering in school or do when i retreated to my room. When it died so did my hyperfixation, but now looking back it meant so fucking much to me and was arguably my strongest interest and maybe even coping mechanism.

sure, it deprived me of sleep and sometimes food because i was so caught up with it, but it made me happy. all's well that ends well, right?

and i still am a dumb kid (Older Edition, yay), but even when i'm a dumb adult i'll never forget blogverse. BV was my pride and joy that summer. Thank you for being its accidental ringleader, and i know its wacky to say, but without bv i would be a different person.

:]

KSDJEKFKEKC AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

BICH U GONNA GET ME ALL TOUCHY AND FEELY

I'm so surprised yet happy that there's still at least one person that remembers BV! It was a lot of work to run so many blogs but I'm happy to know that it was worth it. BV means a lot to me aswell :)

[addictofsupernatural]

Spidey Senses (pt. 4)

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You and your friends prepare to go to a costume party, and Peter has conflicting feelings.

Word Count: 2917

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 5

Peter stayed up at night thinking about you. He couldn't explain it. You were the only one on his mind for some unexplainable reason. The hotel room was the first time in a while you two slept together, and it was different from how he remembered. It didn't feel like sleeping in the same room with a sister that he slightly remembered as a kid. It made him feel weird.

You were so warm. You had your natural smell you always had, but it smelled a lot better than he remembered. A lot more calming. He could sense your happiness at full prime, and your sad ones too. You had a lot of happy emotions earlier this day, both in the hotel room and during the fight. It was hard to describe, but spending the day with you made him feel so warm.

And you and Tony's friendship. Peter did always love your sarcastic side, and he was so proud of you for showing it to Tony. You were so awesome. He's always thought you were awesome. So why did you feel different right now?

You were weirdly a lot prettier in his mind. His spidey sense was buzzing around you. He felt happy when you laughed. The feeling was still lingering by just thinking about it. And when you had your nightmare, he felt almost in physical pain himself.

Maybe it's just your spidey senses clashing with each other. Maybe it's the puberty kicking in? It's probably nothing. He just needs to go to sleep... Anytime now...

The next morning Peter ate his breakfast in a daze. "What's wrong Peter?" Aunt May asked. You're all spaced out."

"I don't know. Just thinking."

"Uh oh." She teased as he sat down. "About what? That Liz girl?"

"No. Y/n actually." He didn't realize how misleading that came out.

"Well finally. I was wondering when you'd realize your feelings for her."

"What?! Aunt May, no! That's not what I meant at all."

"Oh." She blankly said. "Then forget everything I just said. Have a nice day at school."

Meanwhile, you woke up back in your empty apartment with no excitement. As you ate your breakfast in silence, you felt like an idiot. How could you be so rude to Tony Stark? He was being nice in his own way. What the hell is wrong with you?

Your landlord then knocked on your door, giving you a huge suitcase and telling you that it was left for you by someone named Happy. You thanked him and opened it. It was clothing. A bunch of nice, expensive looking clothing. They were weirdly your style; they weren't flashy and didn't show off any brands. There was a card as well.

Hey kid. I might've came across as a rich jerk. That's not what I meant to be. Here's a little something so you don't look homeless. You're welcome. Also, here's Happy's number. Xxx-xxx-xxxx. Don't still be mad at me. Nobody likes a petty person. And besides, you're my favorite "other kid". Keep in touch. -TS

You smiled and put on a pair of clothes, texting Happy to thank Tony and for Happy to keep you posted about Tony and him.

You then walked to Peter's, waiting on the steps as usual. You smiled when he stepped out, and to your surprise, he just began to walk straight ahead instead of saying anything. "Woah, Peter wait up. You okay?"

"Uh, yeah. Think so." He only gave you a glance.

"If you wanna talk, you know I'm all ears." You offered, and he took another glance at your beautiful smile, only making him more nervous.

"No, no it's okay. I'm okay."

"Oh." You quietly said. He was being so weird to you. Why wouldn't he look at you? "I didn't do anything, did I?"

"No!" He said too quickly.

"You can be honest with me Peter. I hope you know that." You only looked down, and he held his gaze to you for the first time today. "I'm really sorry if I did something. I just hope we can fix it so things won't be weird."

"What? No, I swear you don't need to worry. It's really not you. It's me. I'm... Going through puberty. Seeing things and people, uh, differently. Sorry if I'm being weird." His voice cracked on the word weird.

You giggled. "Oh. That's totally okay. I wonder if your spidey senses are out of wack from it."

"My what?"

"Your spidey senses. That's what I'm calling it. Aunt May calls it something else though, I just forgot what."

"No, you don't need to repeat what she calls it!"

You were genuinely curious. "Why not? Maybe it's a better name for us to—"

"I'm not letting you call it that!" He cut you off. Peter would be damned if you called your instinctive feelings your Peter Tingle. "I like spidey senses. It's cool and cute. Now what do you mean by it being out of wack?"

You figured if Aunt May's nickname for your sixth sense was truly that embarrassing for him then he wouldn't tell you, so you just dropped it.

"I was just wondering if your powers gets affected by puberty."

"How, how did you deal with puberty and your powers?"

"Oh, I started my period long before the spider bite. That could've been so sucky." He made a face, and you chuckled. "Right, no p word. Sorry."

"It's fine. Just don't want to think about it."

You sighed. "Me neither. I wish I had that option."

He smiled as his eyes drifted towards your clothes. "Did Mr. Stark get you those?"

You looked down at your outfit. "Yeah actually. I guess I didn't scare him off after all."

"I guess not." You nudged each other's arm to tease. "I have the check he made to you. I think you should take it. It could make him happy."

"Yeah, okay. Thanks Peter. You always have my back."

As he stared at your smile and sensed your happiness, he had that weird feeling in him again. What was it? It didn't matter. Peter was going to push away those feelings and focus on school, Liz, and Spiderman.

Later on that day you got a text from Happy, saying that Tony accepts your apology, and to fill in on what's going on once a week for him and Tony. You did, and you could tell he cared. He would sometimes tell you a little something about his day or week. He was indeed becoming a good friend.

A few months passed and you and Peter adjusted to your new superhero lives well together. You and Happy texted each other at least once a week, and gave Peter Happy's number out of request. Tony was given information Happy thought he should know, and Tony was secretly happy to be hearing about how well you and Peter were doing. It made him feel like he was protecting you two from a distance.

One day at lunch Flash came up to you and began to gross you out yet again. "Hey girl, what're you doing next Friday night?"

"I don't know. I might take an extra shift at work. Not everybody has a silver spoon down their throats." You had a hint of annoyance to your words.

"Are you saying you need someone like me to take care of you?"

"I'm saying I might have to work because I actually earn the things I get in life Flash."

"Well not when you're someone like me you doesn't really have to worry about working hard on things. It comes naturally." He leaned on the table and shoved away Peter's backpack that was a seat holder, causing you to throw him a dirty look.

"What were you going to ask me Flash?" You kept your voice calm.

"Just wanted to know if you were coming to my party next Friday. Y'know, maybe show up to see me."

"I would never go anywhere to see you Flash."

"C'mon, I'm rich, you got a nice body, let's make other people jealous. I can make some dreams come true. It's not like you don't need the money."

"You didn't even care that I existed until a few months ago." You glared at him. This was a proper asshole. Now you knew.

"That's because it was when you started wearing better clothes. Now that I know there's a hottie under all that nerd, I can get behind it."

"The answer is no. Leave me alone!" You said a little more forcefully. People were beginning to stare, and Flash's face became red. No one said no to him.

"Okay, what's it gonna take to get you there?" He leaned in and asked quietly.

"Is anyone from Mathletes gonna come?"

"Yeah. I invited Liz and she told some other people in the club to come."

"Then I'll only go if I can bring Ned and Peter."

He scoffed. "Yeah, I guess."

"Okay then. We'll be there." He sighed in relief. Nobody says no to him, and still haven't.

Your annoyed expression forced itself to a barely there smile when Peter and Ned walked to your table. "Why was Flash talking to you?" Ned asked.

"I guess we're going to a party next Friday." Peter looked confused while Ned couldn't be more happy.

"Oh my God We can be, like, cool now!"

"Why would you say yes to a party from Flash?" Peter asked.

"Liz will be there." Peter's body language changed. "It's a costume party, so you guys find yourselves something to wear."

"You say it like your not going." Peter said, slightly disappointed.

"I'll probably go to make an appearance and leave." You said as you stared at your school food.

"But it won't be the same without you." Peter frowned and shook his head.

"Peter's actually pretty true about that." Ned contently nodded.

"I just don't want to go there. That's it."

"Why are you short today?" Peter blankly asked. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You said. You then got up and dumped your food in the trash. "I'm gonna go to the restroom. Bye."

As you quickly walked off, Mj spoke up from the other end of the table. "You two are idiots."

"What did we do?" Ned sceptically asked.

"It's what Flash did. It's obvious that he said something to make her feel like crap. When is he not a rich narcissist?" Peter shot up and quickly went after you by hearing that.

"He's an even bigger idiot." Mj said.

"Yeah, but he'll figure it out someday." Ned shrugged, getting up and going after you too.

You got to the bathroom and put a bunch of paper towels on the corner of the floor. You set your backpack on the floor and sat down. You take out your phone and send a text to Happy, not really knowing who else to talk to. You usually only text him to give each other check ups, rarely actually communicating back and forth.

You: What do you do when a rich asshole makes you feel like you're worth shit?

You stared at your phone and scoffed. Don't be stupid. He's busy. You put your head in your knees. Why do people still get to you? Liz has a ton of money. You wondered if she ever had anything to be ashamed about.

People only started looking at you once you started wearing the clothes Tony got you. Most weren't even revealing at all, they just looked expensive. This was a different feeling. You used to feel ugly and invisible. Now you just feel like a piece of meat. You couldn't tell which feeling was worse. You then heard a buzz.

Bestie: What's his name? I swear I can scare the living crap out of him.

You smiled. He did care. You then saw another message.

Bestie: Also watch your language

You giggled.

You: You didn't answer my question

Bestie: Sometimes you just have to be the bigger person. Once they realize who's actually better, you get both their pride and your better life.

Looks like you really did have a friend.

You: Thanks Happy

Bestie: You didn't answer my question

You grinned.

You: Just some guy at school

You: Doesn't matter

You: I feel better now

Bestie: Good

Bestie: And I don't care what you say, Tony's going to be hearing about this.

You: Ugh traitor

It was embarrassing, but it wasn't like Tony would actually do anything. It's not like he'd drop everything and fly out here. He's a busy man, he's got more to worry about than you being bullied.

"Y/n, are you in there?" Peter asked from the other side of the door.

"We came to see if you were okay." Ned chimed in. You got up and went outside, looking at them confused. "I had to convince Peter not to barge in. I think those two girls passing by think we're creeps now."

"Aww you guys looked like peepers for me?" You pulled them in for a group hug. "I'm fine now. Thanks though."

Ned then spoke up again. "Are you still gonna leave us at the party? Cause we totally understand if–"

"If you guys want me to go, I'll go." They both hugged you again.

After school you walked to Delmar's Deli-Grocery. "Hey Del."

"Llegas una hora antes prima. No te pago horas extras." He said, his back turned.

("You're an hour early cousin. I'm not paying you overtime." He said, his back turned.)

"Relax primo, I'm just gonna do some homework in the back before my shift."

As you did, Delmar called for you. "Prima, someone's here to see you."

"Who is it, Peter?" You asked as you walked out. You then saw Tony stare at you with an unreadable face. "Damnit."

"Why does he call you that?"

"What?"

"Primuh– whatever. Why does he call you that?"

"It's a nickname."

"What does it mean?"

"It means cousin."

"So you two are related?"

"No, we're just that close."

"Can I call you that?"

"Can you pronounce it correctly?"

"Ouch."

"So what's up Mr. Stark."

"I thought it was just Tony."

"I don't know. It's a little unprofessional."

"Do we only have a professional friendship?"

"Are we even friends?"

"You tell me. You stole Happy from me apparently."

"Aye, it's like a mom's new boyfriend trying to get her kid's trust." Delmar said in the back.

"Little loud back there Del." You said.

"Happy told me about this kid. Does he mess with you a lot?"

"He messes with Peter more."

"You didn't answer me."

"Yeah, maybe. Is that really why you came out here?"

He furrowed his brows. "Is that hard to believe?"

"Um, yeah?"

"I've seen a ton of bullies as Iron Man, and I take things like this seriously."

You let out a breathy chuckle. "Tony that's war fare and alien stuff. This is just highschool."

"So? I don't take kindly to people who mess with my friends."

You couldn't stop the smile from coming to your face. Did you really just make friends with some important middle aged men? The thought was laughable. "So, will that be all Mr. Stark?"

"You know I don't like that. Stop." You giggled. "You didn't tell Happy what was going on with you this week."

You shrugged. "I guess I'm going to a costume party next Friday. It's gonna be at the ass wipe's house."

"See, I can do something about that. Okay, I got a date with Pep in a few hours so I'll see you and Peter tomorrow."

"Wait what? Why?"

"Um, so you two can get into costume design and later fitting? Whoever that kid is will be jealous of your costume, and you get to wear a cute couple costume with Peter."

"Happy told me I should just be the bigger person." You teased.

"Yeah, and you will be by being the better dressed person." He smiled at you.

"I knew you had a crush on Peter." Delmar said at the counter. You gave him a dirty look. He glanced at his watch. "You're 2 minutes late. Hurry up."

"Alright, that's my cue." Tony said. "Nice clothes by the way."

"Thanks." You said cheerfully. "My friend gave them to me."

"Wow he had good taste. Well, see you tomorrow kid." And with that he left.

You went to the back and caught the apron Delmar harshly threw at you. He gave you an intense stare. "What?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you take a job like this when you're hanging around billionaires?"

"I like this job. And I'm not a gold digger. He's just really persistent and there's no point of arguing."

"I should fire you for arguing with me so much." He called out.

"Keep it up and I'll stop covering some of your shifts."

"Mmh." He rolled his eyes and you contently smiled, starting work.

Later on that night you suited up, going to Peter's apartment and crawling up to his window. You opened it and crawled on the wall, closing the window. You hopped to the floor and pulled off your mask. "Peter, we need to talk. Tony just saw me today and–"

You stared face to face with a panic looking Peter in his boxers and a surprised Ned.

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Author Note: Just so everybody knows this is my own au where Peter accidentally sent the video of you two to May and had a very interesting phone call with the both of you. I totally forgot to write this and just wrote this message after I posted this chapter. Maybe I'll make a little short of that idk.

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[punkscowardschampions]

Grace & Ava

Grace: you okay babes???! Ava: The furthest from without actually being 💀 Grace: Oh my god what even?! aren't you at that uni thing? Ava: For a few more hours yet, give me strength Ava: Last night was Ava: nah Grace: last night was a sorority girl horror 📽🎞 or like ??? Ava: Allegedly a thing but I've yet to see anyone rocking a skinhead without it being a Choice™ Ava: So, everyone else did go to the 📽🎞 last night but I pulled a sickie 'cos Ava: well, that can do one as a concept but also Ava: Are you sure you even want this? It's a whole saga, like 🙄😫 Grace: duh x 10000 Grace: there's nothing anyone can tell me about mean girls 🔪💔 we can skip 📽🎞 when I've IRL lived it Grace: & obvs! talk to me I'm BEYOND concerned Ava: There are no mean girls Ava: and I think the shit I pulled is beyond a Regina level even Grace: UM no way are you casting yourself 👑 thanks! what happened?! Ava: Sorry but you can try and come for the 👑 after I tell you Ava: So they get current pupils to show you around, do the tour, answer questions, do the whole programme with you, right? Ava: Must be good extra credit or whatever, anyway Ava: There's this guy, and the whole time there's this total...vibe, you know? And I'm not delusional or sad like that, its an actual thing but I know him, know of him Ava: so I know why I should just ignore it, but instead when everyone is out, I DM him Grace: excuse you bitch I'm literally reformed but like putting that ASIDE cos this is so much more IMPORTANT!😱😱 Grace: so are we talking a phoneful of regret or IRL walk of shame? Ava: We talked for a while, so I have literal evidence it wasn't just one-sided but truly do not wanna be that girl but like, I swear Ava: anyway, we did go out, properly and it was Ava: so good Ava: but then he had to go and now I have to die Grace: duh it was 😍😍😍 I know what a vibe means Grace: he has a gf yeah? honey we've ALL done it don't even stress he's obvs not that into her Ava: No its Ava: more complex Ava: there's Ava: well, he's married Ava: but he's not as old as that makes him sound but yeah, clearly quite into her Grace: Ew! What's with everyone getting 💍👰 Grace: if Janis gets proposed to I'm kmsing Grace: it doesn't sound that complex though babes, don't let this family fool you, 💔💍 is such a thing™ Ava: Can't see it myself Ava: they are cute though Ava: of course but I'm not out here doing that myself, that's Buster's bread and butter, not mine Ava: they have kids as well, two Grace: 🙄🤢 Grace: totally but we literally NEVER have to tell her or them that shh Grace: well that explains it 🤰👰💍 he probs doesn't even love her Ava: My lips are sealed Ava: One of them is like...6 or something and the other is a baby so there's like no excuse Ava: It didn't come to anything more than a kiss but I'm mortified Grace: 6? How old is he?! Ava: Again, not as old as that makes him sound Ava: 22 ish, in his last year Grace: THANK GOD! I was literally picturing like a hot 40 Ava: Somehow that would be less complicated Ava: Unless he was a friend of my parents or something but not trying to hit every cliche before I even start Uni Grace: UGH! remember when I went to the fair with that lad who turned out to be 19 & everyone lost it like I was being groomed 🙄 Grace: such a drama Grace: this seriously doesn't sound that bad Grace: either he's bored of her or having his 🍰 & 😋 Grace: who stopped it at 😘😘? Ava: Well, he did turn out to be a creep didn't he Ava: but he could've been a 15 year old creep as easily, I see your point Ava: He did Ava: his phone kept going off Ava: it must've been her Grace: yeah & like I totally worked it out for myself from reading the vibe Grace: same as you last night Grace: 😱😱😱 Grace: did he answer? did you literally have to sit there 🤐!!! Ava: I think I might've got the vibe seriously wrong Ava: well, no Ava: I don't know Ava: we were in a club, he couldn't Ava: but we left real quick and he hasn't looked at me today so that's been fun Grace: oh girl please Grace: trust, as someone who has gotten the vibe wrong WAY more times than we need to admit outside of this convo, you so didn't Grace: he's having a freakout, we've ALL been there too, yeah? Ava: Clearly Ava: 😂 Ava: Oh God Ava: I just need to pretend this never happened and peace Grace: come over Grace: we'll go out & make some new drama happen Grace: soon as you do, you'll know if he's bothered Ava: Sounds good Ava: If I didn't have two other Unis to hit before Summer officially starts 🙄 Grace: OMG you're so extra Ava: Rude 😂 Ava: Not as if I can go here now, is it? Ava: I'm burning through options, girl Grace: ILY for it 💜 Grace: did you wanna go there for real? Ava: Not hugely Ava: it was in my top 5 but its definitely not 🥇 Grace: 🤷💅 Grace: it was obvs a 🏆💋 so Ava: seriously Ava: though I'm probably gonna find out that he's made time for every girl on this program Grace: did you pick up on any other vibes? Ava: I don't think so Ava: He did say other girls were flirting with him though Grace: 😂 boys always say that Grace: literally will have been hitting refresh waiting on you 💬 Ava: Or, they really were and that was a subtle dig that I just ignored Ava: 🤡🤡 Grace: ugh don't Grace: nobody's looked hotter the morning after babes Grace: he'd be the 🤡 Ava: Minus the HP🗲 scar Ava: idk where that came from, which doesn't bode well for how trashed I must've been Grace: if he was as wasted maybe he doesn't remember & that's why he blanked you cos everything is Grace: 👋 been there Ava: I wish Ava: like I said, we know each other Grace: do you know his 👰? Ava: 😶 Ava: Just kill me now Grace: has he posted anything? Ava: About how much he 💕 his wife and kids? Ava: Fuck knows Grace: well yeah or idk how wasted he was Grace: anything to go on Ava: His 👰 would not approve Grace: if he doesn't have like a private snap he's no 💔 Ava: Wasn't my first question Ava: Probably does but bit late to ask now Grace: you literally could Grace: cringe but no more cringe than running into him playing happy families when you go get coffee Ava: I'm just gonna leave it Ava: Not a moment too soon Grace: 👌👌💜 Ava: When the alcohol leaves my system my head will be less 🤯 Ava: Standard Grace: his too though Grace: maybe he'll come to you Grace: 🤞 yeah or 🤞 no? Ava: I don't know what I want Ava: or feel about any of it Ava: It's better to just assume nah, a pleasant surprise is always better than disappointment Grace: mhmm Ava: Shut up Ava: I'm confused and hungover, I don't know anything 🙄😏 Grace: no shade Ava: I know Ava: This is too extra Ava: even from me, right Grace: you can wear the 👑 until I earn it back Grace: cos duh who's more extra Grace: me, this hoe Ava: 😂 I'm ready for it Grace: you gotta let me have it there's no 😘💖😍 in my 🔮 Ava: Not even a little? Grace: there was a little but it got too much Grace: too close to being like Grace: I can't Grace: I'm out Ava: I don't think it's all it's cracked up to be, honestly Grace: makes me feel like I'm cracking up Grace: no thanks Ava: Preaching to the converted today Grace: 🙌 Ava: I'll definitely come over some point this Summer though Grace: YAY Grace: I so need you Ava: I think me and the 'rents are going the first two weeks, then I'm going with my friends the last two Ava: so sometime in the middle to play with Grace: ugh if only my mum and dad were organised about anything ever Grace: god knows when or where they'll spring a hol 🙄🙄 Ava: All fun and games Ava: least you get more space these days, I guess Grace: if they're gonna be annoying I'll just bring you with 🤷 Ava: Three holidays would be a record Grace: hot older lad who?! 😂 Grace: Brazil is on another level Ava: If there's sun and sea, I'm happy Grace: you'll be sooo 😊 Ava: 😘 Grace: 💜 Ava: I did not think that would be such a rant Ava: IOU a coffee, I'll ping you the funds rn forreal Grace: As if! like I've NEVER done you that way Grace: shhh Ava: It's done Ava: Consider it a reminder we need a proper catch up when my head is less fried Grace: 👌👌 fine Ava: Don't be mad, it is essential some good happens today Grace: It's fine babes, promise Ava: Good Ava: I better try and finish this essay thing Ava: Or at least make a better start Grace: or at least get yourself a coffee & put some lipstick on Ava: Cheers, I know I look clapped 😂 Grace: shut up Grace: you do not! Ava: I wouldn't wanna chat to me either tbh Grace: Girl, stop Grace: this convo has been wild & I'm living Ava: I meant him, not you 😉 Ava: Only subjected socials to one pic, like Grace: well duh he wants to kiss you again not have a chat Grace: if you wanna talk you'll have to Grace: there's only one kind of convo lads ever start Ava: Hmm Ava: Have better luck with this essay than thinking of something worth saying Grace: what do you wanna say? Grace: like if you could just Ava: Christ Ava: firstly, what the fuck? Grace: he can't shade you for starting there Ava: Though I initiated it so, ugh Grace: he didn't have to go along with any of it Grace: his wife & kids were literally waiting at home for him so Grace: you like deserve to know if there are other girls or not Ava: What's more insane though Ava: asking around every girl on this course, or asking him Ava: There are definite drawbacks either way from where I'm sitting Grace: you said you know him, how much does he lie? Grace: asking him will be more than cringe if you can't believe a word, it'll be pointless Ava: I don't know him like that but Ava: I suppose I've heard that he's a typical lad in most regards so Grace: yeah Ava: but that's from one source so Ava: who's to say they're 100% reliable Grace: right Grace: I'll stalk the other girls, obvs am insane so Ava: No Ava: 'cos then I'll have to tell you who he is Ava: and it'll all get out of hand Grace: OMG do I know him??! Ava: How would you? Ava: 'course not Grace: then why does it matter if you tell me or not? Ava: I'll sort it myself Grace: Ava Grace: is it already out of hand? Ava: That'd depend on who you asked too Grace: I'm asking you Ava: I've got this Grace: promise Ava: 🤞 Grace: 👌

[yama-bear]

Why did you have to post your negative sexist nonsense here... why couldn't you have kept it on your main so I could've been blissfully ignorant in the fact that one od my faves turned out to be... this.

Okay there’s so many things wrong here that I’m just gonna go at them all at once, what the fuck.

First of all, how dare you presume I’m not 100% anime trash. Doing weeb shit on main like the bi disaster I am.

Second of all, if I really was sexist you shouldn’t encourage me to post that shit on a different blog?? Like??? Have some decency and drag sexist people properly you daft melon. What, does it offend your sensibilities when people you think are terrible post terrible things where you can see it? But it’s totally fine if they do it out of your sight? You really should reevaluate that shit. I also think you dropped your logic somewhere along the way. You should go find it. Dust it off and shove it back up your ass, bud.

Third of all, oh my god I’m your fave? I’m someone’s fave? Fave blog?? Fave PERSON?? Holy shit you cannot even imagine the whiplash this message gave me. I went from being baffled, to mildly irritated, to laughing. There’s also a typo in your message there. It’s a small one, but if you’re going to send hate, at least have the decency to come off anon and spell check your messages.

Finally, where oh where in-between all of my posts about Kakashi Hatake would I fit in sexism? I’m not even sure what kind of sexism you’re talking about here tbh. What group of people do you think I have a problem with? Because I don’t think I’m sexist, if I’ve ever come across as that then I apologise to the rest of you. Not anon though, whoever the fuck they are are welcome to stew somewhere else than on my blog.

My askbox and messages are both open for anyone to strike up a conversation, send in questions, or just to gleefully holler about how hot Yamato’s shoulders are. It’s also welcomed to send in asks or messages with actual tangible proof that ‘’Oh yeah I see why that could be taken badly, sorry, I’ll rewrite it or delete the post’’, like links or the title of the post in question. There’s a difference in helping people become better, and sending anon hate.

[thehandsomeasshole]

thelatetimothylawrence​:

Yes, yes, all clear.

Nasal…frostbite? How…actually, no, I don’t really want to know how did you get that.

Well, surely the Handsome Jackpot was uh- something. Very…fancy and luxurious, yes. Can’t deny that.

That…that… it’s nice to know, I think. Uh- if they were better I guess it wouldn’t have been me the one who survived? I guess? I’m the last one and that’s kinda cool…but also kind of sad.

Yes, Ember the…the fire chick. Really nice woman, very…very fiery. And beautiful too. Her fire shows were amazing. Kinda had a crush on her.

Yeah, Trent the Slut… that Trent. He was nice too.

Trashlantis…well, it’s in the name. A town, like Atlantis, but made of trash down in the casino’s trash compactor.

That Freddie, yep. Mullet and fannypack kind of retro. Well, it was nice at first, maybe nicer with the bots - he surely preferred the bots to real people - and I second the spineless thing. But I…dunno he seemed an okay guy until he sold me to Pretty Boy.

Saxophone. And I think he spent the last years in the casino at one of the many bars? Not really sure tho, I spent most of the time trying to hide from the people that wanted me dead.

No, Pretty Boy is pretty dead now - heh - Vault Hunters killed him. Aaaand I haven’t kept his head as trophy or whatever. That’s gross. Ew.

I…I don’t know much about him other than the jamming-in-the-head thing, fall of Helios and Atlas CEO thing so I won’t comment on that. But on the ECHOnet I saw other companies mocking them because their guns have like autoaim.

Yeeah…the winning hand was…uh- clever, yes. Nice pun. Fitting the casino thing and the fact that it was a hand.

Well, you may have not given him credential, but as soon as the place got in lockdown the little asshole took over your VIP Tower so he kinda got almost all the credential he needed except for the ones where the winning hand was needed. And, as I said, Freddie sold me to him and got captured. Was trapped in a freaking cage with laser bars.

The casino is fine…not without damages caused by the lunatics or whatever fight happened but yeah, it’s fine. No more Jackbot, tho. But it’s in good hands: Moxxi took over the place. That’s why the Vault Hunters where there.

That’s-

That’s ominous as hell, Jack.

What the fuck are you planning to do??

Oh, man, you're gonna be super disappointed then cause I'm telling you anyway.

Pretty sure it was from these funky little shrooms they were screwing around with in R&D back in the day. Boletus Fabaceae, if I remember right. I learned the name of it cause- Uh, I thought it was cool...

Call me a nerd and that'll be the last thought that goes through your little weasel brain.

Anyway, I would not recommend doing that. Couldn't breathe through my nose for a long time. Totally worth it though, they gave a pretty good buzz.

You being the last body double is super cool, kiddo! It's not sad at all! You outlived all of 'em, against the odds, too! Clearly you've still retained your empathy, which sucks for you, though. You see enough corpses and it just turns into a regular Tuesday afternoon for ya.

Kinda had a crush on her? The same way you kinda had a crush on Moxxi?

To be fair, I'm with you on Ember. She could've set me on fire and I probably would've thanked her. Funky accent, too. Never did get down saying my name right, though...

I remember Trent having great legs. And-... And that's all I'm gonna to share.

Freddie sold you to Pretty Boy? Aw, man... I was so rooting for Freddie, too. What'd you do, kill a bunch of his bots? He was pretty protective over them...

If I'm bein' completely honest with you, I'm amazed no one killed Digby. I mean- If he wasn't making me as much money as he did, I would've. The guy pissed me off.

Also, why the Hell did Pretty Boy keep the nickname? I was very pointedly making fun of the guy, on account of how grotesque he looked, and he chose to keep the nickname?

But, then again, I did find out one of my old now dead employees used to think me punching him in the face was a special moment...

Oh, man, I don't even blame those guys for making fun of them.

'Atlas, state of the art.'

I agree that it's classic Atlas, though. Discovering something everyone else did fifty years back and using it even though everyone collectively decided it sucked major ass and gave you freaking training wheels on a gun.

Wait, wait, wait...

You gave my casino to that clown?

Oh, Timmy, baby... Your day is about to get even more ominous.

The second I find a body to take over? I'm comin' for you, and you ain't gonna be so handsome after.

Threats aside, I'm actually kinda relieved it didn't fall into more bandit-y hands.

So, kudos for that, I guess.