#(again if you want me to remove some of the pics or the whole post that’s understandable so um)

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

@biggiesnails I heard ‘rat man’ and this was the result

also quick doodles with my sona because I thought it'd be interesting (lemme know if this was an overstep btw) :

(also the lineart for the first one under the cut cuz I like it better without color for some reason):

[hockeygossipunhinged]

First,

About this "photo thing" I heard different tea and I believed it until I came here and read blogs. From what I've heard, it was Sienna who asked Jack to remove the photo. It happened end of November, apparently she said something like "we moved on" and "I don't want to be associated with you anymore". My source doesn't like Sammy so she believes Sammy asked her to do this (she might be biased) because there's no way a girl suddenly called an ex to Sienna dan Jack ended the rs in a good term so there's no way Sienna suddenly asks Jack to remove the photo of them behind a carousel post.

I don't know which one is true, but one thing that we know is deleting picture is so not Jack. Either Sienna or Sammy asked/forced him to do that in the first place.

Second,

Devils' lost strike happened after Xmas break which very unfortunate. Break isn't supposed to ruin the momentum but it happened. I agree Jack was a bit slumpy and sour on media lately, which lead me to think he doesn't feel happy nowadays. Again, my source might be biased but she said something happened between J n S right after Xmas just before home game vs. Carolina. S did something that J doesn't like and it seems they don't resolve the problem right away.

My source doesn't know J/S personally but she befriended Sammy's friends, and they were gossiping about Sammy wants "something" but Jack couldn't do anything with it because it's in the middle of hockey season and he has road trip in front of his eyes.

I don’t believe it was Sienna at all who asked him to delete. It was 100% Sammy. Sienna hasn’t interacted with Jack in a while unlike him who liked her pic.

while it’s the whole team I do think Jack isn’t playing well at all right now. Last time I saw this he deleted the pics then started playing well so I personally believe they had a fight

Some people on these blogs can’t understand the concept of it being hard to put personal issues aside during the game just like how it’s hard to keep something personal and hurt/anger off your mind during something (let’s say during a midterm at college)

for your source if they find out what she wanted and they don’t mind you telling us tell them if they want they can keep sending info but only if they feel comfortable doing so people would like it but tell them not to get discouraged by the gate people forget that it is all sip or spit

[millieisawriter]

The spell (Charles' version)

second ending - charles smith x reader

summary: after you realized javier can't exactly give you what you want, you became closer with another member of the gang. is there a happy ending awaiting you?

first part

wc: 1.9k

all pics taken from pinterest

♡this was requested!♡

a/n: not entirely happy with how it came out, but i'm having trouble with writing anything at the moment. figured i could post this before i take a lil break from writing until i'm done with all my exams <3

There was an issue. You needed antlers. You couldn’t just find some laying on the ground after a buck had shed them, because it wasn’t the shedding season. Thankfully, you now belonged to a gang full of hungry people, so you were sure no part of the animal was going to go to waste.

You kneeled next to Charles by a buck the two of you had been tracking since sunrise. The animal, though no longer living, still looked majestic.

“You’re good at this,” you praised the man’s skills, noticing how he needed just one shot from his bow to put the animal down.

Charles replied as if it was nothing for him. “Been doing this my whole life.”

With precision, he removed the buck’s antlers and handed them to you. “What do you need it for, anyway?” he asked.

“A little thing I’m working on,” you put the antlers into the bag attached to your saddle, “a protection token, let’s say,” and then you mounted your horse.

Charles was going to shortly follow you, he just had to fix the rest of the hunted animal to his appaloosa. “To protect you from what? Javier?”

You laughed. “Guess you could say that.”

You rode side by side, immersed in a conversation, on the way back. Lately you found yourself spending more time with Charles. You’ve been running with the gang for quite some time now, having decided to stay despite the tensions between you and Javier. You told yourself it was a one time thing, never to happen again. Javier never even tried to understand you. His ignorance felt humiliating to you.

Charles, on the other hand, was interested in your practices. He’d often offer to help you, exactly like he did this time taking you on a hunting trip, since you mentioned something about needing antlers.

“Was nice hunting with you,” the man said as you reached the camp.

You replied. “You did the hunting.”

“And you kept me company.”

He dismounted first, intending to deliver the animal to Pearson as soon as possible. The atmosphere in the camp was eerie, not just because your camp was now by a cave that used to belong to the Murfree Brood. Ever since you had to leave Shady Belle, you noticed it was the beginning of a brutal end, and the gang was falling apart.

Half of the people were either dead or left, and those who stayed couldn’t stop snapping at each other every five minutes. The gang seemed to divide into two fractions – one that supported Arthur, and the other that supported Dutch and his ideas, one worse than another.

Instead of just standing there and watching Charles as he went on about his tasks after a short chat with Pearson, you retrieved the antlers from your saddle bag. Then, you retreated to your wagon in order to work on the token. Due to having even more material than you initially thought, you figured it would be a nice gesture if you made one also for Charles.

Sitting down to your work in the comfort of your wagon, you could almost forget about the chaos outside. As your knife carved into the bone, you kept your mind focused on the purpose of the token. Protection. Strength. Guidance. These were things everyone in the gang needed right now. You worked for hours, hoping Charles would like it.

Deep down you knew he would. He was always so curious about your witchy things, always asking questions in this deep, polite tone of voice. Sometimes he would surprise you, finding some similarities between your beliefs, and the culture he came from. So by the time the gang started to fall apart, you at least had Charles.

The bond between you wasn’t even friendship anymore. It was a strong, but not flashy, partnership.

When you stepped out of your wagon, the evening was approaching. You didn’t like that time of the day, not in Beaver Hollow. The darkness wasn’t peaceful, like in Clemens Point. Where the gang was now, you felt as if anything could jump out from the overwhelming darkness and attack you.

You found Charles sitting on a cot by the fire, no Javier in sight.

“I’ve got something for you,” you approached.

Charles looked up as you stepped closer. “For me?”

“It’s for protection, strength, and guidance,” you handed him the token and watched as he eyed it with genuine interest, “figured you could use it, considering the way everything’s been lately.”

He turned it over in his hands, tracing the carved symbols with his fingertips. For a man of his size, he could be surprisingly gentle sometimes. “It’s beautiful,” he looked up at you, “did you make it just now?”

“Yeah, worked on it since we came back.”

“You didn’t have to. But I’m grateful,” he gave you a small smile, “I’ll keep it close.”

You nodded.

There was a heavy sense of finality in the camp, a tension that could snap at any moment, but with Charles, it felt different. When it was just the two of you, you felt good. Safe, even. You needed the comfort he could provide, so you sat down next to him so close that your bodies were touching.

“Everything is falling apart,” you said quietly, as if already mourning the impending doom.

“Is that what your cards say?”

“Among other things. I don’t need my cards to see that, though.”

Charles hummed in response. You decided to rest your head on his shoulder. As you closed your eyes, you imagined the whole chaos just… gone. Life would have been so much easier if it were just the two of you. Falling for Charles wasn’t something you intended to do, it wasn’t something you expected to happen. But now that it happened, you were glad fate placed him on your path. Even if you had to go through the shame Javier had made you feel beforehand.

Suddenly a question left Charles’ mouth. “Do you think we’ll make it out of this?”

You didn’t know. You surely hoped so, but chances were low. You did anything you can to survive, in the physical and spiritual meaning.

Before you replied, Charles added, “Arthur said I should take you and leave.”

“He said that?” You lifted your head from Charles’ shoulder and looked at him.

“Said we should get out before it’s too late.”

Even if Arthur never took your witchy practices seriously, he respected you. He was a good friend. He cared for you in a brotherly way. If he thought it was the time to run, maybe it really was.

You questioned, “Do you think he’s right?”

“Yes.”

“But we can’t leave. What about the tribe we’re helping?”

“I can’t leave because of that,” he paused, and surprisingly you didn’t immediately argue. “If I get you somewhere safe, will you wait for me?”

Before you could answer, someone interrupted your conversation. You had no idea how long Javier had been listening, how much he heard.

“Wait for you?” he scoffed as his figure stepped into the firelight. “Isn’t that just so sweet?”

You tensed immediately, instinctively shifting even closer to Charles. He wasn’t standing up just yet.

“What do you want?” You asked, looking up at the Mexican.

Javier ignored you, his eyes locked on Charles like an animal sizing up its competition. “You’re both traitors. Neither of you ever deserved to be a part of this gang.” These words were supposed to be aimed at you both, yet his gaze remained solely on Charles.

Charles finally stood then, towering over Javier. “You need to walk away.” Despite the calmness in his voice, he could see how Javier’s expression faltered for a moment. The other man felt intimidated.

“Or what?” Javier sneered, trying to mask his real emotion. “You think I’m scared of you?”

You decided to join in, “What’s the point of all this, Javier, huh?”

He finally looked at you again. “I can’t believe you’d choose him over me.”

“Well, I did. He cares about me. Respects what I believe in. Respects me.”

A slight huff seemed to have escaped Javier’s mouth. “You never gave me a chance to prove I can be better. You didn’t let me learn.”

Of course you didn’t. He, apparently, changed after you had sex with him. After you woke up to him praying for forgiveness for having sex with you. Even if he did actually change, you had no reason to believe him. And now that you were so close with Charles, you had no reason to try trusting Javier.

You weren’t going to have this conversation with him. Glancing away for a moment, you hesitated before the next sentence left your mouth, “That’s because my cards told me you’re a little bitch.”

Maybe it was mean, but it wasn’t like Javier didn’t deserve it. Truly, he deserved much more than this.

“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” Javier asked.

Charles didn’t move, didn’t flinch, but you felt the tension in his stance, you could tell he was ready to intervene if Javier made one wrong move.

“I don’t think that,” you replied, “I know that. Go on, yell about how unfair it is. But don’t pretend this is about the gang. This is about your pride. You can’t stand that someone else might actually treat me right.”

Javier’s nostrils flared, but for once he didn’t have a comeback. He stared at you for a long moment. Weighing his options, retreating away turned out to be the best. “This isn’t over,” he said before turning back.

“It is,” Charles stated.

That was pretty much the last interaction you’ve ever had with Javier. The time passed in a blur, soon the gang fell apart. You didn’t know who was to blame. Maybe it was Dutch, and his ideas. Or maybe it was Micah, whispering those ideas into Dutch’s ear.

You and Charles had left before the final stand-off, you were helping the Wapiti tribe get to Canada. The further into the Canadian territory you wandered, the more you started to like it. The more you could see yourself living there.

“What if we just… stayed here?” you asked Charles one night.

“You know we can’t,” he replied, ”not yet.”

You were tired, but knew he was right. You two had to go back, see what was left of the gang. If anything was left.

You didn’t know what the two of you expected, but finding Arthur’s dead, decaying body on that mountain wasn’t it. It was a nightmare to see him like this, and neither you nor Charles could stop the tears.

After burying Arthur, you headed to Saint Denis. It was supposed to be a stop before you two head back north again, but weeks turned into months, and eventually you learnt that you were pregnant. That meant no traveling until the baby was born. And after the baby was born, you realized traveling with a newborn would be even worse than traveling pregnant. So Saint Denis remained home for the three of you.

Truly, you were happy. Leading somewhat honest lifestyle with the man you love, and a child was something you deserved after everything you had been through.

[faghubby]

Pretty husband

"What are you doing?" My wife Jen screamed. I jumped up I had not heard her come home. I was laying on the bed wearing the lingerie I had bought for her last Valentine's day. Jen had worn it only once. I had worn it many times since. The red corset with matching sheer thong. I had ruined the matching stockings but still loved wearing them. I tried to cover myself as I noticed Jen taking pics with her phone.

"Jen I can explain" I wimpered.

"I am sure you can try but this seems self explanatory" Jen told me. She turned and stormed out of the house. Although I was terrified of what she would do. My dick was harder then I could ever remember I quickly masterbated then got changed back to my normal clothes. I tried to call and text Jen but got no response of any kind. I finally fell asleep with no word from Jen.

Jen returned at 10am the next morning. She marched right past me to the bedroom. I jumped up and rushed after her. She was getting undressed when I walked in.

"Beth helped me find your online persona" Jen informed me. I panicked as she continued

"female led marriage "? She smiled as she removed her panties she was now naked as she laid on the bed. She spread her legs.

"Well get to it" she said plainly. I crawled between her legs. I saw dried cum mashed into her hair. I lifted my head and went to say something

"Don't! You know you want it" Jen told me. "Or should I just send everyone the pics of you all dressed up with your little pee pee all excited. I just swallowed hard and licked her pussy. I could taste the salty load of some man as it started to leak form her.

"I learned alot about what you want" Jen said. "Cuckolding can be crossed off your list. Don't worry it won't be the last time " she held my head down as I licked her used pussy. I didn't stop until she came on my tounge.

"Paul things are going to change around here" Jen told me as she laid on the bed naked.

"I can't talk to you like this. Strip" she ordered.

"Jen we can talk, I can explain" I begged.

"PAUL GET NAKED!" Jen said with a raised voice. I quickly stripped.

"No panties" Jen sounded disappointed.

"now since i am revoking your rights in this marriage" Jen stated.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Do not interrupt me" Jen said annoyed. As she got up and put on a robe. I fell silent

"Now I am taking full control of this marriage. You may give your opinion if I ask for it. But I will decide alone what actions we will take.

"In addition since you like acting all girlie, you will start today. No more sneaking around touching my things. You will wear your pretty things all the time. And shave those legs so you don't look ridiculous" Jen told me."

"Jen I can't" I started she walked over and smacked me across the face.

"Don't deny this is what you truly want. I have scene your Tumblr. Pinintrest and even your Femlife dating app" Jen told me. "This will also stop. You will not post things or look at inappropriate things online without my approval" Jen informed me.

"You won't have to worry about not satisfying me sexually any more either. As I said before I will cuckold you. Find real men to please me." Jen stood behind me her hand slid across my ass. "But I don't want you touching yourself without my promission either"

"Now, I want you completely free of body hair. The mustache goes as well. Only hair better be one the top of your head" Jen told me. She smacked my ass.

"Get to it" she commanded. I went to the bathroom and filled the tub. I wasn't sure where to start so I started with my face. Then attempted my legs. My penis was hard the whole time. This task was alot harder then I thought it would be. I had been at it for over an hour when Jen walked in.

"Jen I can't reach" I started. Jen went under her sink and pulled out a bottle of nair and a long handled applicator she used for lotion. And handed it to me.

"You will put this on when you finish" she told me touching a pile of clothes. Then leaving me alone again. I read the instructions and used it also to touch up any areas I had missed with the razor. As I waited I looked thru the clothes Jen had left. There was a babu blue thong with a dark blue lace sports bra looking thing. The slacks and shirt seemed to be mine. She also had left a pair of her pink socks. I rinsed off watching the last of my bodybhair gather around the drain. Then got dressed. The bra was easily seen thru the white thin shirt. I came out of the bathroom.

"Do you feel pretty?" Jen asked.

"Yes" I mumbled unable to look at her. The thong unable to hold my erection.

"Good that way you will always remember your place" she told me.

"I expect you to do the womanly duties around here from now on" Jen told me. I was a bit confused by what she meant we had never been a couple that dealt in such roles.

"You will behave as if you are a 1940s wife. All household duties are yours to forfil" Jen informed me. "Don't worry about things that are to manly. I will find someone to help you with them. She walked away. Without another word. I thought about what she had said and seeing dishes in the sink. I went to clean them.

"It's late I will order up some lunch" Jen announced she didn't ask what I would like. About half an hour later the doorbell rang.

"Paulie answer the door" Jen called out. I went to answer aware my bra was on display as well as my pink socks. I hesitated by the door bell rang again. I could see Jen was getting annoyed. I answered the door the young man looked confused but didn't say anything. Jen had paid all i had to do was sign.

She had gotten me a salad and flavored water. So I could watch my girlie figure.

"I have ordered you all new panties. So you don't have to wear mine" Jen told me as we sat and ate. I watched as she ate a burger from my favorite restaurant while I ate my salad.

"A good house wife spends most of their time making sure the house is clean and orderly. I expect you to learn and self motivated yourself to do just that. You will have to pay close attention on laundry. Separate things handwash and such" Jen told me. I worked and with Jen permission I used the internet to learn how to do housework. I worked till about 9pm. Rarely seeing Jen although she was home.

"Bedtime" Jen informed me "now go get ready."

As I brushed my teeth. Jen came in. "You will have to learn a night time routine. Face care, hair, lotion you do want to be soft don't you?" Jen informed me.

"I understand" I said softly. She gave me about a half hour then called me to the bedroom. She handed me a satin nightgown. I changed leaving the my panties. Jen still fully dressed tucked me in.

"Your clitty is still hard, you been excited all day" Jen teased.

"Yes" was all I could manage as her hand slid under the covers. She pulled them back her hands ran down my smooth stomach and hips. She spread my legs but was careful not to touch my erection.

"Roll on your side" she told me she positioned me with my ass towards her my one leg bent her hand slid over my ass crack.

"Have you ever played with your sissy hole?" She asked

"A finger" I mumbled as I answered she applied lube to my hole then worked her finger in.

"My pretty husband likes when I play with you, don't you?" Jen asked.

"Rub yourself, don't jerk just rub" Jen told me as she fingered my ass. Pushing a second finger up my ass.

"Chuck fucked me last night, did you like eating your friends cum out of my dirty cumt?" Jen told me. Chuck was one of my closest friends.

"I showed him the pics of my pretty husband and begged him to fuck me. Since I needed a real man. He has a lovely cock, did you know?" Jen continued. I came in my nightie. Jen removed her fingers and tucked me back into bed.

"Goodnight baby" she said kissing me on the forehead and turning out the light. I layed in bed sticky my mind wondering what else Jen would make me do. Sleep didn't come quickly but I didn't dare to turn on the light or change my clothes. I finally fell asleep before Jen came to bed.

[webbo0]

Prodigal Doll

Goose Boys Mafia AU

AO3 Link

Length: 753 words (short and not sweet)

Summary: Nobody ever expected Ken to join the family business, but when he's caught in the middle of a war he knows nothing about, the other boys have to pick up the pieces.

Content/Warning: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/barely comfort

Authors Note: I don't even remember how this started lol

I think I saw those Tag Heuer photoshoot pics that look like Ken but as Six?

Anyways I have a LOT of lore ideas and a whole arc for Ken in this, but god only knows if I can actually write it ugh

Also I'm not sorry lmao

“He’s… changed”

“ Don’t say that”

“Look at him!”

“Shut the fuck up, Richard”

Gathered, the men stare at Ken.

Whenever he used to be scared, he was loud (it was a liability sometimes, all the shrieking and sobbing). But now, he’s silent. Tear stains cut clean lines through the filth and gore on his cheeks, but none fall from his eyes. Not anymore.

He’s… vacant. Not like Driver, his stare always intense, or like Julian, always lost in thought. No. He’s just. Empty.

Six and Lars are sanitizing and bandaging his wounds. Slashes on his chest, burns on his limbs, bruises scattered on every inch of available skin like a fucking Jackson Pollock, and blood from god knows who and god knows where drenching his scarily pale skin and platinum blonde hair. He doesn’t flinch, doesn't move at all, even when Six gently murmurs that he needs to reset his shoulder. The bone grinding into place would have even the toughest of men gritting their teeth in pain, but Ken just sits there. Disconnected from the world. Lars is delicately cleaning the blood off of him, swallowing tears of his own while dabbing a warm cloth over his exposed skin. 

Ken wears nothing but a ragged pair of boxers stained with fluids nobody wants to think too hard about (just like they found him). He hasn’t said a word since they found him, but Lars finally gets a reaction out of him. He’s shakingly whispering to Ken that they need to remove his old shorts to wash him off and get him into something clean, but when his hand goes towards the waistband an explosion of movement happens. Ken bolts away from the men, scrambling to the closest wall and pressing his back to it. His voice is raw and venomous as he roars at the surrounding men.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” 

Everyone in the room freezes because Ken never curses. All eyes are on him, the torn and bloodied nails on his hands scratching at the brick wall, the bloody trail of footprints he makes, his heaving chest, and his frantic, darting, unseeing eyes. Blood drips down his inner thigh.

“I think I’m gonna be sick” 

“He needs a professional, guys, we can only do so much”

“Oh yeah, get the cops involved that’s smart”

“I thought I told you to shut the fuck-”

“Everybody out.”

The room silences once again, save for some muffled sobs and Ken's rapid breath. All eyes now turn to the man who spoke, the man in charge . His white jacket is splattered with blood, and a fire rages behind his cold, blue gaze.

“... are you sure we should leave him like this?”

“Six stays, the rest of you leave. He’s in no state for visitors. Every man is allowed some dignity.”

The room empties without protest, save for Ken, Six, Driver, and Julian. Julian didn’t need to ask to stay (not that he would have). Wherever Driver goes, he goes.

“Why am I staying?”

“You have the most combat-medic training. And. You can… restrain him if you need to.”

The rage in Driver’s eyes slips, showing for a brief moment deep, soul-wrenching anguish before he clenches his gloved fists and returns to his default neutral, intense stare. 

“I expect a complete injury report once he’s patched up. Ask Julian if you need any extra supplies. I have to go deal with the rest of this shit storm.”

He turns to leave, but pauses, glancing back over his shoulder.

“And Six?”

Six stands at attention, ready to receive orders.

“...be gentle.”

Six nods once in affirmation and Driver lets his head hang down, taking a deep breath before straightening his spine and closing the door quietly behind him. The room was now solely occupied by the three men left there.

Julian, standing and waiting by the door. Both ready to retrieve any necessary items and guarding against any poor fool that might try and interrupt them.

Six, shoulders sagged and ruffling through a medkit.

And Ken, who had slid to the floor, legs finally giving out, but the wild look in his eye still shining.

And it wasn’t until Six slowly approaches (the same way he did when he freed a wild deer from a beartrap as a kid), sinking to his knees, gently carding his hands through his blood-matted platinum hair and softly reassuring him that you’re safe now, you’re safe, we got you back that Ken starts trembling, a tear finally slipping from his eye.

[just-promise-me-jm]

An essay no one asked for

It was a long stressful day today so when I was taking a break from work I decided to do a quick scroll through social media to see what had been going on today.

Unsurprisingly, I almost immediately came across a number of posts trying to shade Jimin or make fun of his fans along with the typical "fuck solos" type narratives that seem so popular these days. All I really wanted to see were cute pictures of Jimin on his way to Hungary or hear some theories on what he might be doing there.

In fact, here is a cute Jimin pic to thank you for taking the time to even read the rest of this:

credit to @UpdateParkJimin

So here is a short list of a few of the things I saw just today:

Jimin is obviously copying JK by going to film something in Hungary (such a stupid theory and I saw someone post that Seventeen actually went there first)

Jimin isn't as popular as JK because he didn't get mobbed by his fans (tbh they seemed very well behaved and I was proud that they didn't act like absolute fools and put Jimin in danger)

Jimin and the remaining members should just shave their heads already and go to the military so that we can get the promised 2025 reunion (absolute nonsense and a highly problematic take)

Solos are the worst and should be eradicated from the fandom (just because you are a solo it doesn't make you toxic, just like being an ARMY doesn't mean you are a good person)

Obviously I'm sure there is a lot more than that but that is all I had the pleasure of seeing on my break. Now most of these aren't totally new, just the same story with a different font, but it doesn't make it any more fun each time they go around. I could go into detail on any of these but to be honest most of them are so shallow and stupid that it's not even worth bothering.

What I really want to focus on today is the narrative that solos are toxic and something that needs to be removed from fandom spaces. The reality is that almost everyone in the fandom has a self-professed bias that they proudly display in their bio or profile pic. Even if they have a tiny seven somewhere in there, it doesn't make that fact any less true. I think it's natural to be more drawn to one person, one type of food, one pair of shoes, etc. as your favorite and it's incredibly rare that anyone can honestly say that they "love everyone equally" (even if it's your mom saying she doesn't have a favorite child, I don't believe her).

Like I said above, I know that some solos are toxic just like I know some ARMY are toxic. Again, I think that unfortunately it's natural that some people are going to just be shitty people no matter what. What it really all comes down to is how you treat others and how you conduct yourself in these fandom spaces. I said this in my first post but I'll say it here again - you and I don't have to agree on everything to treat each other with respect and decency. But if you come into a space and harass others and generally act like an idiot then yea you should be barred from those spaces. Painting a whole group in broad brushstrokes, however, is not the solution.

Saying you "hate solos" (which let's be real - it's often just a thinly veiled way to hate on PJMs or other Jimin supporters) just means that you are stereotyping a whole group of people that hold a variety of beliefs, feelings and behaviors. If you see something truly problematic that someone is posting or saying do what you are supposed to do - block and report. If it's just that someone doesn't agree with you or if you have some sick obsession with Jimin and his success - do me a favor and turn off your phone for a bit. Calling other people names and harassing them because they don't think your fave is the greatest thing ever is just pathological.

We live in a really messy world and I will never understand the desire to make it messier for others by being a dick. A much better way to spend your time and energy in a fandom is to actually do the things that help support your bias - stream, buy, vote, and share them with others who might not have found them yet. Or be like me and write multiple paragraphs that people may never read in an attempt to call out some real bullshit that is going on.

If you read this, I appreciate really it 💗.

Here is another Jimin for your time:

[iu-jjang]

[FANCAFE] 23.09.18 IU replies to uaena’s comments on her fancafe (Part 3)

Uaena: Unnie, what is your favorite ice-cream flavour??!! 🍦🍦🍦

IU: Chocolate-coated flavour!!

Uaena: What’s the keyword that occupies your mind the most these days!? 🍀💪

IU: Results…. 🔥😈

Uaena: What fruit(s) do you eat often nowadays?! 🍎🍑🍈🍌🥝🍍🍉🫐🥭

IU: I eat a lot of bananas and blueberries. And the apples taste so delicious these days, please have a lot!! 🍎🍎

Uaena: Unnie, do you prefer a sunny side up vs over hard fried egg on top of your kimchi fried rice?!! 🐥🍳

IU: Come on~ of course it’s sunny side up~~ 😌😌

Uaena: Unnie, do you like your new haircut???🥹🥹🥹 You look totally cool and pretty 🐥🐥🐥

IU: It’s da best when it’s thoroughly dried!!! B E S T B E S T!!! Even without styling, I’m able to naturally achieve that ‘effortlessly cool’ look (for my hair)!!

Uaena: Unnie, but do you always get mosquito bites on your face only and not elsewhere??!! 🦟

IU: Ah I know right!!!!!! 😡😡😡

Uaena: How’s the condition of your ears? Everyone was worried seeing you touch/adjust your in-ear monitor during Woori Momo Concert ㅠㅠ How I wish I could give my eardrums to you, sighs 🥲

IU: Huh during Momo Concert?!? My ears were totally fine!! I removed the in-ear monitors cause there was a serious audio latency when I was on the thrust stage! I really wanted to go on the thrust stage~~ there would be serious latency issues if I go~~ 🥹🥹 but (in the end) I decided to just go up and enjoy myself!! 💃💃🕺🏻

Uaena: Unnie, instead of LMR (lunch menu recommendation), please recommend a hangover menu (good for sobering up),,

IU: Beef Bone Soup!! Clear beef bone soup go go!!

IU: Sliced radish kimchi!! Go go!!

Uaena: How can unnie be such a nice person.. What’s the secret to your kindness?🫧🐥

IU: I’m actually not that kind.. (My kindness / cordiality) is only reserved for people I like.

Uaena: What’s your favorite food these days? (Apart from the tasty Domino’s Pizza) Is it still ramen? Is there a specific menu that comes to your mind when you’re craving for yummy food while busy filming in the countryside?

IU: Ah.. I want to have a whole bowl of hot cup noodles (now)….🥲

Uaena: Unnie, what are you having for lunch?

IU: Kimchi fried rice 😍 (inserts lunch photo)

Uaena: Mom.. I (UAENA) became a donor of 300 million won………

IU: Did you get permission from your mum???! 🫢

*TL note: Op was referring to the ₩300M donation that IU made under the name of IUAENA on her 15th debut anniversary.

Uaena: Thank you for making me a dignified and confident fan for 15 years, my baby 💓

IU: (Inserts) shrugging shoulders (feeling proud of myself) + wiggling butt emoticons 🩵

Uaena: Unnie, how’s the spot on your face that was kissed by the mosquito? Is it less swollen now after waking up from sleep? 🥹

IU: This lil bas.. Are you really a mosquito..? (Inserts reddish swollen cheek side profile pic)

Uaena: This was uploaded on EDAM’s IG, did Unnie really write this??!? Today’s From. IU and now this, I’m getting emotional again because of the amazing person you are 🥹 (inserts caption from Edam’s post:

“‘You can do it’

‘You’re the best’

‘Thank you’

‘You’ll be alright’

‘I miss you’

‘I love you’

and, ‘Yes’.

UAENA’s words that have saved me for the past 15 years.

Thanks to UAENA, I’ve become an adult who believes in miracles.

I believe in UAENA.

That’s why I believe in the power of love that people create ❤️

Let’s meet until we’re sick of each other for another 15 years!

-Y’all’s Jieun”)

IU: Yes, I wrote the message from the bottom of my heart! 🫶

Uaena: Honestly I wish you can give us just one spoiler related to your new album.. 😏

IU: It’s warm yet kew (cold)…🥶

Uaena: Is your filming schedule fully packed today too? Stay healthy always~ Do we need to prepare some tonic for IU~~~?

IU: It’s totally full today! But I’m in a really good mood~~~ I can’t control it💃🏻💃🏻🕺🕺🕺

Uaena: Jingjjang, do you like snacks with roasted nuts in them? Is there a fruit that you don’t like? I’ll take note 🤭 Cheering you on today as well! I love you 😘

IU: I don’t think I go for snacks with nuts in them!! I like all fruits, but my throat gets dry recently when I eat melon, to the extent that my skin breaks out the next day? 🫢🫣

Uaena: Our (relationship) is still mutual for the 15th year right??

IU: It’s mutual. There’s no room for negotiation.

Uaena: How’s your preparation for the fan concert going??

IU: The atmosphere is crazy!!!

Uaena: Unnie unnie, shall we scatter pretty petals between us today too? (inserts cute picture of a rabbit scattering petals, made using symbols)

IU: Ah adorable ㅜㅜ Your words are even cuter than the emoticon ㅠㅠ🩵

Uaena: Unnie, can you feel my love? 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 (inserts pic of stick man jumping off a ladder out of a helicopter while declaring ‘Unnie I love you!!!!!!💜’)

IU: kekekeke No!!! Why would you jump off like that?!!!!

Uaena: 💜💜 It’s my birthday next week! Can you wish me a happy birthday🥹?

IU: Happy birthday ❤️❤️ Have a joyful birthday ❤️❤️

Uaena: Honestly, I have no idea why tang hu lu is trending. To me, there’s IU who is fresher than fruits, sweeter than sugar coating and also splatters/bounces and is more lovely than fruit juice.

IU: But because you can’t chew and eat IU…🥲

Uaena: Did you see that the box office for Golden Hour crossed the 45000 mark?? The power of uaenas is daebak (amazing) 😆

IU: Oh my gosh?!?!?! Daebak……

Uaena: Unnie, what’s the reason that the Sunday fan concert is one hour earlier??🤭 ((Don’t tell me it’s so you can have more en-encore..?🥺

IU: Because people need to go to work the next day….🤫

Uaena: Jieun unnie, the fan concert is 360 degrees, so during LILAC fanchant, how do we know which is left and which is right? 🪻🩷

IU: So I’m boldly not. going. to. sing. LILAC!

Uaena: I should have cup noodles in place of unnie then

IU: So this is how it is.. Whenever I have cup noodles, my mum and dad would go, ‘Aigoo why are you having cup noodles?’ and I would reply ‘lulu(lala) this tastes the most delicious to me thoughhh~~’ and just eat it anyway. Now uaena are having cup noodles at this hour and I feel like saying, ‘aii why are you having cup noodles?’ keke

Uaena: Unnie, is chestnut bread also a serious bread??? I have it at home.

IU: Chestnut? = That’s cute, isn’t it?

Bread? = That’s cute, isn’t it?

Chestnut + bread? = Definitely cute…

Uaena: Your small face in the (mosquito bite) picture is really pretty 🩷 Ahh so pretty. Have a good lunch!! I’ll be back after I have my school lunch.

IU: School lunch ㅠㅠ so cute..ㅠㅠ

Uaena: How about doing the SWF Smoke challenge during your fan concert??😃😃

IU: kekeke Don’t make fun of me

Uaena: Unnie, the mosquito that landed on your cheek is actually me. I gave you a kiss and left 💜

IU: Caught you. You s…

IU: You s..sweet.. hehe..

Uaena: Whose idea was it to put the heart sticker 💙 on your cheek yesterday~?! It was totally lovely and cute!!!🧚✨

IU: It was Seo-wook, my makeup artist’s idea 😝😝❤️

Uaena: Have you received the 15th anniversary books???????? Did you? How were they? 💗🎂(Inserts photo of books that fans gave IU)

IU: I haven’t received them yet.. because I haven’t gone home yet…ㅠㅠ

Uaena: Did you see the song that China fans wrote in commemoration of your 15th anniversary? We put all our love for unnie into the song! 🥰 Once again! Happy 15th anniversary!🎉🥳

IU: I heard the quality is amazing

I’m so touched wuwu ㅠㅠ (written in Chinese)

Uaena: I heard you changed direction drastically during the preparation process of your album. Have you gone from ‘drifting’ to ‘desire’?? Ah~~~~ I’m so curious

IU: I’m going with both.. at the same time!!! 😈😈😈🔥🔥

Uaena:

🫳🏻🫳🏻🫳🏻🫳🏻🫳🏻

🐥🐥🐰🐥🐥

Pat pat pat IU is doing a good job

Pat pat pat IU is the best

IU: Bob bob wiggle butt IU is the B E S T

Bounce bounce shrug shrug shoulders IU is the B E S T the B E S T

Uaena: Noona, have you seen the books that uaena wrote for your 15th anniversary…? (inserts photo of the books again)

IU: I just checked and my agency has received them and are strictly guarding them so no one can take them away!

Uaena: Noona, I’m working part-time at a tang hu lu shop. It’s really tiring ㅜ This is not easy.. 😣😰😱

IU: Oh my.. It must be really tiring… Be careful not to prick yourself with the sticks.. Eat a couple when you have time for a break and be careful not to cut the roof of your mouth..

Uaena: Noona, 6th gen is dayookie and now that 7th gen is approaching, I’m getting more curious about what it will be. Lee Jidong assistant manager will make an appearance then too, right?😏

IU: What about a chilpan to77 | ? (TL note: Chilpan means blackboard and has ‘chil’ in it which means 7, whereas ‘tokki’ means rabbit and IU used ‘77 |’ for the ‘kki’ part.)

Uaena: Unnie, have you changed the deciding factor between serious bread and playful bread from the taste to the name now…? kekekekeke what about croquette then..? Doesn’t the name ‘croquette’ sound cute?

IU: Croquette is no cute….🙅🏻‍♀️

Uaena: Unnie do you like nighttime?

IU: I’m done filming~~~ I’m done filming~~~~~💃🏻💃🏻🕺

Translated by IUteamstarcandy with love

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

[nalyra-dreaming]

A person on Twitter implied that the girl who was in the theater (working I assume) and shared Lestat's pic is in trouble. I don't know if there is truth to it but in any case I don't think it's right to blame the fandom (I've seen people answering "I'm done with this fandom!") It's obvious that if you put something like this on ig for everybody to see, people will share and go wild about it and you can't blame them.

You know … they (AMC, cast, crew) have either talked to their people - or they haven’t. These people either can post or not. Know they will get into trouble - or not.

Obviously Levan, Luke, Kphagnasay etc etc can post. And meet people. And take photos with people. Talk to people. And sometimes a post is removed again, when people catch on. (Which is in and by itself interesting, isn’t it^^)

But everyone currently on the internet should know that it can get away from you if you put it out there… I mean the show even had Daniel tell us 😅

I don’t know if the OP will get in trouble. Will kphagnasay get in trouble? Or Levan? Maura (maybe)?

There are people in this fandom with the stance that nothing should be shared for fear of there being repercussions, and that is totally fine. And, for their pics, and if they were asked, that is up to them, I have said so before.

There is also the aspect of things being shared that were shared.

Like.. if that is what makes you want to quit the fandom… then please. I mean… 🤷🏽‍♀️

I know that there are more photos. People have been accused of gatekeeping for not posting them. (And I have been clear about my support for their decision not to share those as well!)

But. Not everyone adheres to the same rules, obviously. And if someone decides to share… then that is their decision.

Hating on people who reblog what is there is stupid though, and unfair imho.

AMC didn’t mind spoilers this much with TWD iirc, and I don’t know where this supposed spoiler law re IWTV comes from (these are no script or episode leaks after all, which is a whole different caliber), because if they didn’t want anything to leak they wouldn’t allow people on sets. At all. It’s that easy. And they would give long speeches to people. Make them sign long contracts. Hell, >I< have had to sign such contracts for my job.

So.

I don’t quite get the fuss tbh.

And… Taking a preemptive stance on someone else‘s behalf without actually knowing if they might get into trouble seems eerily holier than thou for me.

All this said, big props to the Prague guys for keeping this under wraps for so long btw, because something like THIS - had to leak through eventually.

There’s just no way this wouldn’t leak at some point 😅

[yessoupy]

harry, i love u. (part 1)

but more to the point, i love my harriatrics.

i am home, emotionally exhausted, physically ill, and still awaiting my delayed luggage to be delivered, but here is my slane and wembley 1+2+3 review.

i spent a few days roaming around counties clare and galway prior to linking up with the ladies in dublin for slane. straight off the plane i hired a car and drove to the west. i needed to kill some more time before checking into my airbnb so i hit the cliffs of moher (again) because it was SUNNY and DRY. it turns out, the west is/was in a drought. dust everywhere.

my airbnb this time around was in fanore. perfect for one person and a nice location for what i like to do. my next day i took the doolin ferry to inishmore and rented an e-bike. rode around the island, had a lovely lunch of a salad and a coke, and hiked up to dun aonghase where it was WINDY and i almost lost my tourist hat but i have catlike reflexes. view from the fort:

aran goat cheese salad:

kilmurvey beach, where i did not get in but will next time for sure:

on my final full day, i went to the doolin cave to see the third-largest stalactite in the world. the scale is hard to convey in a picture:

it was really cool! literally and figuratively. also a pleasant 95% humidity which i needed because it was SO DRY the whole time i was there.

on saturday morning i lit out from the west and dropped my car off at the airport, then got a taxi to the hotel to meet up for the rest of my harries for breakfast. @papiermachecat did a great job of summarizing that except she left me out, which i'm not bitter about at all. lol.

marathon did a great job of organizing all of us to get to and from slane. here is an employee manning the coach pickup:

here's mitch opening!

annie mac in the "rain"!

wet leg!

inhaler!

and our boy!

it's hard to convey the size of the crowd. i took some pictures, but i'm sure you've seen overhead shots that are much better. knowing about the historical nature of slane shows ... i'm so glad i got to be there with some of my very best fandom friends. also, much like the men of easy company would say, "at least it's not bastogne" whenever they had a cold winter, after every trek home post-show we can all say "at least it's not slane."

the day after the show, @chasm2018, @aggresivelyfriendly, and i walked around dublin. we had dinner at the bank which was cool, and i got some very good fish and chips:

dublin put on a show for us, sunny and warm:

we tried to find ice cream and failed:

but eventually ended up at instagrammable cloud nine and it was very good, will try the gelato in july. no pics, because ice cream.

one environmentally regrettable thing about the impact of the 2021 grammy outfit are the molting boas. here is the day-after shot of where the coaches let us off in dublin:

after a final breakfast at our hotel (my eggs florentine below), we took a (delayed) flight to london.

my relationship with london is .... like yes, there are cool old buildings but i hate the monarchy? the one thing i wanted to do in london besides see harry was go to the british museum, which we did on our off-day. anyway. @chasm2018 and i stayed at an airbnb in fitzrovia. we had a late lunch/early dinner at wahaca (yes i know) which was surprisingly good! the rainbow bowl:

(i took a lot of food pictures for my dad and sisters, so this is what you get too i guess.)

me in front of wembley!

wembley 1 saw us in bishopsgate, which was a much smaller pod than at slane. @chasm2018 and i helped to remove an interloper (some guy who was being obnoxious and bragging about sneaking into the pod who didn't end up having a ticket at all?). look don't brag about sneaking in AND be obnoxious.

harry was incredible, of course, and when i have the energy to go through the pictures on my camera (this is ALL from my phone) i will share those with you.

london was done up for pride month:

on wednesday, @chasm2018 and i got bottomless chai (chocolate chai pictured) at dishoom and gorged on indian food.

also apparently that night (or the next? idk) my platonic baseball soulmate spent 3 hours behind olivia in line for that restaurant. she was offered a pass to go to the front of the line but refused it! what a woman.

idk what this was but it looked neat and that far building looks suspiciously like the dorm in maynooth that looks like a prison on the inside.

for wednesday's show i had seats with my friend from the leadership conference i do in ireland, so i entered separately and hanging out by the red zone was this guy

our boy was ALSO great during night 2, from the seats:

he played love of my life and i just love YELLING that at him!!!! from the seats I got a better idea of just how fucking massive the crowd is, and how full of love the stadium is when he plays. more of that later.

post-show activities included leftover indian (wow was it spicier) and harry talking to zane lowe about absolutely nothing.

thursday we had afternoon tea at the savoy (fucking delicious) with @accidentalharrie and went to the british museum to see things stolen from other places. this included THE rosetta stone (wild) and bits of the parthenon.

i really do love a greek vase!!! they can be so funny, like this one with drunk satyrs:

on the reverse is a .... kylix-stand?

she!

by friday, the hay fever had put me into quite a state. i was a bit of a drag!! we walked around the tower of london and westminster abbey. goddddddd i hate tourists so much.

here's white tower, the oldest bit of the tower of london, built by william the conqueror. my 27th great grandfather invaded england with william, so we're like family. lol.

notice not a cloud in the sky. so much sun and no rain which means .... every bit of pollen was in the air, wreaking havoc.

and i'm out of room for photos, so hang on for part 2.

[yohangaontdj]

WIP Tag

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.  Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

@clawbehavior , thanks for tagging me! Took a while cause I'm basically a one-track mind. I work on one fic at a time and can't multi-task cause will lose the feel for the story. So when this tag came along, I had to go through my files to remember what I've done but not finished.

So first off WIPs for The Devil Judge

A Dare and a Twist of Fate.

Been working on this the whole of 2023 and everytime I thought I'm near to finishing, the story kept growing.

It started out purely as wanting to write a smut piece with dom and sub hints and always with Yohan having supernatural powers to do smutty stuff to Gaon. And inspired by this photo that I doctored. Took them from two separate photos and merged them into one.

Here are the originals that I took from.

I was nearing to finishing this fic when I got distracted by others that I want to write And when I came back to it in Nov 2023, I ended up re-writing a major portion, hence the delay.

First Anniversary

I wrote this 2 years ago. And its more my take on why Yohan hadn't taken Gaon with him when he left for Switzerland. And with some conspiracy thrown in cause there would be those who refused to believe Yohan had died in the bombing - the government as well as those who seek revenge upon him, especially the children of those Yohan had killed in the bombing.

The title first anniversary, it was because the story started out on the first anniversary of Soohyun's death. And I used lots of flower meaning and language in the fic cause that was the only way Yohan could communicate with Gaon who was under the scrutiny of the police as well as anyone who wanted to find Yohan through Gaon.

Here's an excerpt.

Underneath the fluorescent lights, the three stalk of flowers looked even prettier with their blue petals and pale yellow centres. But there was no note, no card, no messages of any sort, sending doubt worming through Gaon's heart.

And it was only when the paper wrapping had been removed did Gaon see the tiny word written on each plastic tubes - the ones which the stalk had been individually inserted into so that the water inside could hydrate it.

Anemone, windflowers.

Their symbolism, it had Gaon's heart lurching cause Anemone meant protection from evil and from misfortunes. And the blue ones had the added meaning of complete trust in the receiver of the flowers.

Gaon, to think that he hadn't been forsaken despite what he had done to Yohan as well as Elijah. It had tears spilling, Gaon aching to have Yohan here right now so that he could crush him in his embrace.

The two would be reunited in the end and was 90% written before I got distracted again.

Red and Black.

Another incomplete fic I hadn't touch for more than a year. It's loosely based on Red Riding Hood. And inspired by these two pics.

I sort of got embarrassed with the latest chapter I've written and also the sudden loss of comments which had me doubting whether I've written the story right. So I didn't continue and although I still have an idea how it will end, I've lost some of the details as I hadn't touched it for so long.

Gahan AU - Dating Show

This fic is also an old one, and its based on the idea that Gaon, despite his degree in law, he had decided to give up being a judge so that he can become a 'train chaser'. Those fans of railway trains who will travel around to take photos of them.

And he worked part-time at a cafe with Jinjoo as his boss. And one day, the TV station had made a huge delivery order from the cafe. Hence, Gaon having to deliver them and being unwittingly dragged into becoming a participant for a new dating show. Cause one of the male participants hadn't shown up, and they were short of one.

Here's an excerpt.

Gaon had never in his life had three women fighting to undress him. Face growing darker by the minute as he fought to keep his demin jacket on. And head jerking away from the pony-tailed woman who kept pushing his fringe up, tsking at how it was hiding the beauty of his face.

And just when Gaon thought he had to punch one of them in order to get away. Someone else had waded in, joining in the fray.

A man, much much older than him, sliding his palms down his chest and goosebumps prickling Gaon's skin. Then gripping his shoulders and smiling a smile that had Gaon shrinking from the threat that was simmering within.

"You either come along with me or get very naked right now."

That older man was of course Yohan, producer of the new dating show. And who had Gaon re-made - from a nerd to quite an attractive catch. But Gaon wasn't someone who would obey meekly. Plotting to ruin his chances of staying on the show by acting all crude and rough and callous.

This one has no title cause it lives rent-free in my head.

Inspired by an old K-drama called, Are You Human? And in the drama there was a very human-like robot that had been built, and the female lead falling in love with it.

So I have this image of Yohan being an AI butler, as real as any humans out there. And in a dystobian Korean society, every judge is assigned an AI butler to attend to their needs and see to their mental and physical well-being.

It is purely smut and explicit with Gaon coming home one night pissed and stressed out with the shit he had to deal in court. And Yohan AI butler trying to relieve his stress, using sex as a means to do so based on what Google had told him was the best way to do so.

So these are the WIPs I haven't finish. ☺️

[bornangelauthor]

"Your books are great! Why do you have such a hard time talking about them?"

The short answer: ✨Trauma ✨

The long answer: I have been writing my book series for at least 15 years, that's nearly half my life, and when I finally published (October of 2021: really about a year before that) I had friends ostracize me, the leadership of my church thought I was a involved in witch craft, and I was limited in what I could do, then got "asked to find a new church" at the one I grew up in. As someone who was homeschooled and had no other in person interactions/relationships, that was a huge blow. Not only had I lost friends, but a supposed "family" that backstabbed me (there was a whole fiasco that happened in 2022) and I still don't have any in person social interactions beyond my family and a few people at the local grocer, because I have social anxiety and I'm an introvert. Going from weekly social interaction, to only interacting on the internet is very hard on a person who only had like 5 close friends in the world, and then realized they weren't close at all. I lost not just friends, but people I'd considered family all because I write about a "Controversial subject" (to them, i.e. supernatural, paranormal, and "demonic") that I've loved since I was a teenager. I lost a lot of self-confidence, have had a hell of a time trusting anyone again, and I may be nice, friendly, and cheer on others, but inside I'm f*cking terrified that someone is going to read my books and backstab me again. I've been cyber stalked by people of those churches, and had them actively work to get my content banned, taken down, and/or me removed from sites because I write books about Angels (and demons) who like semi-harmoniously among humans. They hadn't even read the books, just saw the "highlights" I was posting, which wasn't much. OH! And they didn't like that I wore all black {my favorite color} and was starting to delve into darker makeup {not at church of course} but posting pics and going out with dark purple or black lipstick, loved Halloween and all that. because I was "goth" and liked supernatural things, I was a "Satan worshipper"... That was before I went public and started voicing my opinions about the LGBTQ+ community, and how their version of the Bible had flaws 😱Heaven Forbid! 😱 Anyway, all of this, has led me to being more introverted, I find it hard to talk about my books, and worry that they'll be taken the wrong way. My books are 100% FICTION and not meant to be religious. Sure, there is religious aspects, but my books are not "Christian." They are about as "Christian" as the shows Good Omens, Hazbin Hotel, Supernatural, and Lucifer. I myself no longer call myself a "Christian" because I do not want to be associated with a group of individuals that will not, to quote Hazbin Hotel, "Heed the morals they're purveying" and don't follow their own rules.

Anyway, that is the long answer, and I hope it wasn't so long and rambling that I lost some of you. 😓

[chasing-rabbits]

Just need to vent a little here. So I’m in this UK handmade selling group on facebook. I’ve always lurked but never posted until recently. I mean I wasn’t really making anything new or selling my old stuff I’d made for my Etsy the whole reason I stopped selling on Etsy was because it got to much for me as I had a lot of irl shit to deal with. So I post my earrings in the group now this group has the same loose definitions of handmade as Etsy does. By this I mean they don’t expect you to be an artisan who makes their own charms for their jewellery. They literally have people selling craft kits - i.e they are buying in paints and brushes and small pottery bits to then combine into a kids craft kit and selling it in this ‘handmade’ group. Which tbh even I think that’s a little bit pushing the boundaries on ‘handmade’ but most of these people also have Etsy’s and that is within Etsy guidelines. So they accept my bubble tea necklaces and then last night I decide to make a post for the earrings. The same ones I’ve promoted on here the fruity ones, the panda butts and the octopus ones. It gets removed/declined for breaking one of the rules. So I’m like okay let’s see it says ‘not handmade’. So I reach out to an Admin who says she’s going to look into it in the meantime I re submit it to the group so she can find it again and look over it and I assumed accept it. She just gets back to me now and says this

Now I want to clarify again just today they have accepted not one not two but multiple posts from other sellers selling earrings with a charm on. One of them even has the EXACT same charm I have on a pair of earrings I’ve got sat right now in my jewellery container. So this isn’t a case of we don’t think they meet the true requirements of ‘handmade’ this is them saying they think I bought these earrings as is that I didn’t attach the charms myself. Bear in mind before they sent this message I offered to send them proof. I said I could show them receipts of where I bought the charms from. I even said I could show photos of the charms because I have charms sat in my jewellery containers on their lonesome and the earring hooks and the findings and all my jewellery making tools. Fuck I even offered to make a video so fuck it I did make a video which is really bad for me because I’ve been SO bad right now with aches in my wrist and hands. So now I’m thinking oh god next thing I’m gonna get back is some criticism of you don’t look like you know what you’re doing so we don’t believe you. I did put in the post I sent them as proof with the video that I AM disabled and right now my hands are not doing great and I was struggling with grip and got the shakes a little when holding the pliers to open the split ring. There’s a reason I’ve not made jewellery since lockdown (except this Monday I had a good day Monday and made some earrings HOWEVER I bought earring hooks that didn’t require me to use split rings. I’ll have to take a picture but the hooks are basically designed in a way that you can just drop the charms and beads onto it. It’ll make sense when I take the pics and post them. But I just had to vent about this because like what am I meant to do in the future when posting to this group? I post something handmade and if they don’t believe me they’re just gonna go nah sorry fuck off and like then what am I meant to do you know? It’s just so fucking dumb like what is it about these earrings specifically that made you think they weren’t handmade compared to the other ones listed on their group from other sellers. Fuck why did they accept my bubble tea necklaces and not these earrings. Like it feels so arbitrary and it’s like well fuck me I guess then. I mean fuck I’m offering you proof and you just ignore it and reply nah soz we don’t believe you. Without even accepting my offer to show you the receipts like nah fucking old white women Karens of FB tho fr. Like and she over there with her cricut selling vinyl personalised mugs and she’s judging my handmade crafts lmfao (also I don’t actually hate on the cricut I have the curio which is a similar model made from the same company like vinyl be all right but like everyone be doing it and technically she could just be buying in from china and Ali express and no one would know so it’s like half the shit on that group you could look at it and think hmm because if its simple enough then yeah it can likely be mass produced and made in china like it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to buy some charms and put them on jewellery like I am aware that I’m not doing anything particularly special here but cut me some slack it takes me twice as long to make this shit because my hands no work and I can’t make consistently because my hands NO WORK so it’s about all I can manage right now)

[lightsburnbrite]

What We Keep Secrets For: Part 2

Sam sighed, leaning back against the door to close it.

"Hey!" Sam's roommate, Eva, was working in the kitchen. "Hot date?"

It took Sam a minute to pick up on Eva pointing out that she was home later than normal. "What? Oh, no, just work stuff. But…Lukas is probably going to stop by later."

Eva groaned. "I thought you were finally done with him."

"I know," Sam felt chastised. Her relationship with Lukas had always been complicated and Eva let it be know how much she distrusted him. "I just had a really weird day at work and want to forget it."

Once Lukas had left, Sam knocked on Eva's bedroom door. "He's gone. You can stop hiding now."

After a moment, Eva came to her door. "I wasn't hiding, I just don't want to be around him. For the record, I think he's a creep and I think you can do a lot better than him."

Closing her eyes, Sam gave a slight nod. "Point taken."

The next morning, Sam opted to leave early and stop by the local cafe for coffee and breakfast. Once she made it to her space, she went over her work itinerary for the next few days; Check in on Goretzka's rehab progress, edit and post pictures for wallpaper Wednesday, add footage and pics from US trip.

As soon as she thought of seeing Matthijs again, she smiled before realizing what she was doing and shaking her head as if she could physically remove the thought from her mind. Even if he was actually interested in her, which he probably wasn't, Sam thought the whole thing would be highly unprofessional of her. Of course her plan of avoiding posting something about him went out the window when he scored his first goal in his first game.

When the team returned, things seemed to settle into their normal flow. There was the first home match to prepare for and Oktoberfest was coming up as well. One of the easiest but also most well liked posts were simple shots of the players entering the training pitch, it worked nicely when other things were a bit slow.

This morning, Sam set up the tripod and the players were greeting the camera. Some used gestures while others offered a simple Servus. When Matthijs walked by, he gave Sam a pat on the head.

When Sam took a break for lunch, she was in the canteen getting a cup of coffee when she felt the same pat on her head. Turning around, she saw Matthijs. He smiled at her, prompting Sam to smile back as she let out a little laugh. "Hi."

"Hello, my unofficial tour guide." Matthijs winked and Sam felt her stomach do a flip. "I was hoping you'd be willing to help me out again."

Sam nodded slightly. "So is this a happy accident that you've run into me here or…?"

"A little bird may have told me where to find you." He gave a little bow as if conceding defeat.

Gesturing towards one of the benches, Sam invited Matthijs to sit with her. "Well, now that you've found me, what can I do for you?"

"So what's this Oktoberfest all about?" He gestured vaguely, slightly scrunching his mouth.

Sam laughed open now. "Ok, that's a pretty broad subject. What exactly are asking? About the club's trip or are you looking to go on your free time, are you curious about the food…what exactly?"

He nodded again and pressed his lips together, keeping his gaze straight ahead. "I'd like for you to go with me. Not with the club."

"I don't know if…" Sam hesitated. "The optics of the two of us together might not be appreciated by my boss."

Tilting his head slightly, it looked as though he was processing her answer and coming up with one of his own. "So your boss controls who you can be friends with?"

She hesitated. "Well, no-"

"So…" He shrugged as he stood up. "What's wrong with us hanging out then?"

Resting her elbow on the table, Sam pressed her fingers to her forehead as she laughed. "Ok, I tell you what, go with the team first and if you like, we can go back…together."

"Great." He placed a slip of paper next to her as he walked off. "What about a movie before that? You can let me know later."

Sam looked at the table next to her and saw that he had left her his number on that slip of paper with a little smiley face next to it. She put her hand over her mouth to hide her smile as she took her phone out and entered his number in there.

Matthijs kicked his boots off once they had finished their afternoon session. As soon as he had started the preseason training it was pretty clear that what was considered "match fit" at his old club was quite up to par here and he'd need to put in some extra work to get there. He left today's final session exhausted but happy as the coach had noticed his dedication and progress. Back at his locker, he checked his phone and saw a message from a number he didn't recognize.

Not really interested in any movies out right now but there's a new sushi place I want to try if that works. Come over once you're done training and we'll go

Below that was an address. 

It had been a few days since he gave Sam his number and he hadn't heard anything so he was starting to wonder if he had over stepped. Now that she had replied and they had something set up, he couldn't hide his smile.

Sam had parked the car but not shut it off yet when the sound of an incoming message came through the speaker

New message from Matthijs: See you in about an hour

"Ok," She said to herself. "Ok."

Making a mental list of what she needed to do to get read, and what she didn't have time for, Same practically bolted to the apartment. Inside, she tripped over a bar stool that had been left out from the counter, making all sorts of noise to announce her arrival.

"You could just tell me that you're home." Eva joked as she looked up from the sofa.

"Sorry," Sam crouched down and massaged her big toe. "I'm meeting a guy for dinner and-"

Eva sat up straighter. "A date?"

"No, it's not a date." Even as Sam said it, she wanted to laugh. "Well, he's a player at the club and I said I didn't think it was a good idea so he's insisting that we're just hanging out."

She smirked. "Do you want it to be a date? Does he?"

"He is…I like him and he's very easy to be around." Sam glanced at her watch to check the time. "But that's neither here nor there."

"Whatever you say." Eva dismissed her facetiously with a wave of her hand. "Don't stay out too late lest Loverboy Lukas comes calling."

"Eh," was Sam's only response.

Once she was ready, she watched from the window until she saw Matthijs pull up. She called out a hasty goodbye to Eva and motioned for him to stay in the car.

"So you finally got your company car then?" Sam glanced over at him as she fastened her seatbelt.

Matthijs laughed. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. Now, where are we going?"

Once they made it there, they had to wait to be seated, which Sam wasn't expecting. As the waiting area filled up, she found herself moving closer and closer to Matthijs just to be out of everyone's way. A particularly loud party moved in and encroached on Sam's space causing Matthijs to put his arm around her shoulder and move her in closer. Neither of them commented on it.

When they were shown to their table, he placed a hand on the small of her back as if guiding her. Sam took a sip of her water before shrugging. "I didn't realize it would be this crowded."

"S'ok." Matthijs smiled back at her. "Must mean it's good. Hopefully, anyway."

As she was adjusting her leg, Sam bumped into his. "Sorry. Do you want to order some Sake?"

"Oh, yeah, that would be good." He could tell Sam was slightly on edge so now he was curious what she would do next.

Matthijs didn't get a chance to press Sam on why she seemed nervous before they were brought a card to mark down their order on. They both hovered over the card, deciding what rolls they wanted and if they wanted any sashimi or nigiri. They placed their order and their sake was brought out along with some edamame to start. Matthijs held up his cup indicating a toast. "To new friends."

Sam blushed again as they clicked their cups together. "How was your day?"

"Good, good." Matthijs took a moment so that he wasn't talking with food in his mouth. "I really feel like I'm integrating well, my German is coming along. I did know some before so it's not like I'm starting at nothing but still. The only thing I didn't like was that I didn't see you today. Someone else was filming."

Sam nodded quickly. "Yeah, I took the day off. I had an early appointment and then my parents were flying back in from visiting my sister so I picked them up at the airport, we stopped for lunch and then I took them home."

Matthijs saw this as an opportunity to get to know her. "So you have a sister, any other siblings?"

"Three." She took another sip. "Well, three including the sister I mentioned. I'm the youngest of four; two sisters, my brother, then me."

Watching her facial expression change as she spoke of her siblings made him smile. "Yeah? The baby of the family then?"

"Definitely. There are two years between everyone else and then twenty between me and Paul. So Paul is 42, Jenni is 44, and Stef is 46." Sam nodded as if making sure her mental math was correct. 

Matthijs tried to keep his eyes from widening. "Oh. Wow."

Sam laughed, letting him know his response was normal. "Yeah, I was a bit of an oops."

"Are you all close?"

Sam shrugged. "They're all up north, Hamburg and Osnabruck, that's where they were raised but my parens then retired to Tutzing where they bought a little farmhouse and a boat shop. Apparently my father has always wanted to run a boat shop. Anyway, I love them and I know they love me but I think the age gap is a little too big for us to actually be close."

They both stopped as their food was placed in the center of the table and they were given plates and chopsticks. Sam smiled at the waiter while Matthijs thanked him.

"What about you?" Sam nudged him with her foot intentionally now. "What's your family like?"

"One of three." He smiled. "Only I'm the oldest and I have a younger brother and sister, they're both two years younger than me, twins.”

Sam smiled wistfully. “That must be nice to be so close in age. Or, I mean, I guess it could be terrible.”

That made Matthijs laugh openly. “I guess you have a point, but yeah, we get along great. They even play football too. Pretty damn well if I do say.”

"Shit."  Matthijs looked up to see that Sam had dropped half a piece of her alligator maki roll while the other half dangled on her chopsticks. "I'm fine with regular pieces but the big rolls are ridiculous."

"Here," He picked up the lone piece on her plate with his own chopsticks and fed it to her. "Better?"

Sam playfully rolled her eyes while she tried not to laugh with a mouthful of food.

Their conversations continued at an easy pace, a lull coming in every now and then, Sam seeming to have settled in as the evening progressed.

"I don't know about you," Matthijs looked from the empty platter up to Sam. "But I can always eat a ton of sushi but never feel full."

She wasn't sure if it was his idea as well, but she saw the opportunity to extend their time together and took it. "There's this little place down the road that has really good gelato."

"First caprese pizza and aperol spritzes and now gelato." Matthijs winked at her. "It's like you knew I've been feeling a little homesick for Italy."

They walked down the street, their hands occasionally brushing against each other's. Waiting to join the queue until they had their minds made up, Sam moved in closer to Matthijs. He leaned down so that he was closer to her ear. "I don't know what to get."

"The pistachio is good and the lemon can be a nice palate cleanser."She looked up at him and smiled. "But I'm going to get one scoop of the cioccolato and one of the stracciatella." 

They sat by the fountain to finish their gelato before finally returning to his car. Matthijs stood and held his hand out to Sam to help her up, holding on to it for just a moment longer than necessary. They walked back to his car, mostly silent, both aware that their time together would soon be coming to an end.

When he pulled up in front of her apartment, he cut the engine and walked around to open the passenger side door. He walked her to the door but just as she was about to pull out her keys, Sam stopped.

"Do you wanna come in?" She glanced back at him with no real inkling about how he would respond.

Matthijs made a fist with his hand and then rested his forefinger on the bridge of his nose. "I want to, yes, but I have to get an individual session in before the team trains tomorrow so, early morning. I should be getting back."

The little pang of disappointment surprised Sam but she still managed a smile. "Well, I had a lot of fun on our not-date and I would love to do it again sometime."

"I'd kiss you good night but since this wasn't a date…" He scrunched his mouth before placing two fingers against his lips and then pressing them to her forehead. "See you soon, Sami."

[adventurousyoghurt]

Introduction and Information

Hiya! I’m Yoghurt. No, that’s not my real name, but it has a funny story that I might tell someday. Who knows?

Anyway.

In this post, below the cut, I am gonna give you, dear Reader, some info about me, my character(s), some DNI/DNF’s and boundaries, and a list of tags, perhaps (idk, I suck at tagging but just in case, y’know?).

Enjoy your stay at the Chaos Tavern (TM)!

Why this blog?

I got into Dungeons and Dragons about 2 years ago, but because of (but not only because of) the meds I take, I have a horrible memory.

I also suck at note taking.

I (also) also love a very specific kind of chaos (aka me taking incomplete notes and, a month later, having to decipher the now unhinged shit I wrote down with the very limited context I remember).

I once wrote ‘the milk has ulterior motives bitchezzzz’ and I have no clue what it means to this day. It’s been a whole year.

Cue a tiktok about someone live-tweeting the session as their character.

*ISSUE IDENTIFIED*: I hate El*n M*sk with a burning passion, so I don’t use twitter.

Insert my newly re-discovered fondness of Tumblr. The only remaining social medium that is still somewhat not detrimental to my sanity.

Et voilà, the blog is born! I am going to be using it to take my unhinged notes in the form of live-blogging :)

Who am I?

Hi again, nice to meet you! My nicknames are Danni, Danone or Yoghurt. I don’t feel comfortable throwing out my government name into the Wild Wide Web, for numerous reasons, but mainly because I rarely use my actual name online anyway. I am a (currently) 24 year old from Belgium. My pronouns are she/her/they/them.

I love animals (ALL of them, with the exception of mosquitoes and spiders when they randomly decide to jumpscare me between 11 p.m. and 4 a.m., specifically). In my free time, I like to make art, and occasionally do something out of my comfort zone, like idk, go to the movies or something.

I hate potatoes and onions with a burning passion, in all their forms, shapes, sizes and preparation methods. I am not open to people trying to get me to love either of them. Pastas and pizzas exist for a reason.

Fun fact time!

English is not my first language. That role is set aside for Flemish-Dutch. Please forgive my typo-infused, chaotic way of typing 😅

I am a Lesbian

Also Autistic, formally diagnosed

I am small in size (there’s a lot of banter that stems from that)

Puns. Please give me all the puns.

Do Not Follow, Do Not Interact and Other Boundaries

Don’t follow if:

You are younger than 16. This is due to crass language. I will occasionally be checking accounts to read the bio to verify. You will be removed from my followers if you have an age in there that is 15 or younger.

You hate fantasy. This is a D&D blog. Use your brain.

This blog does not spark joy for you. No point in following something that doesn’t make you happy, right?

Don’t interact if:

You hate anyone for any arbitrary reason. This includes, but is not limited to transphobes, xenophobes, racists, eugenics-supporters, lgbtqia+ -haters, A.I.-apologists, pro-lifers, MAGA and any right-wing voters.

You think pedophiles are part of the queer community. They are not, and you are sick for thinking that we as a community accept them.

Are Trump, Musk, Zuckerberg or anyone of Vlaams-Belang (radical rightwing political party in the Dutch speaking parts of Belgium)

You can’t handle swearwords, bad jokes, dark humour and missing context. Again, if it doesn’t spark joy for you, please don’t train your algorithm to show you related content.

Other boundaries:

No dick-pics

No (anon)- hate towards literally anyone that’s not part of the ‘do not interact’ list

No real-life trauma-dumping. If something on this blog is relatable to you, you can tell me, I don’t want to have all the details. That’s what a therapist, or your own blog/journal is for.

No asks that you know deep down aren’t okay to send. Use your common sense

If you happen to know which campaign I am in, please try not to interfere in how we play it.

I know this seems like a lot, but I’d rather be very clear about what I don’t tolerate, since the list of things that I do tolerate is much, MUCH longer. If you use your common sense, I’m pretty sure you’re at least 90% safe, so don’t worry ;)

My characters:

Or, well, the one I am currently playing at least. I will update the list after the first session with a new character.

I currently play a Warlock/Bard Satyr named Danaë, in a campaign set in Ancient Greece, but slightly to the left, since it’s still fantasy. AU!Greece, if you will. She is one of the main voices of reason (declared as such by both DM’s) within the party, and refuses to acknowledge her Fae ancestry.

More to be added.

Tags I (hope to) use:

Current campaign/character:

#Danae the satyr

Mood tags:

#unhinged

#funny shit

#infuriating things my party members do

Art tags:

#danni does art

#yoghurt does art

#danone does art

#artsy fartsy

Other tags:

#irl

#not d&d

Disclaimer:

I tend to ramble and rant in the tags, and I can only use 30 #’s per post, so I might forget the tags listed above by accident.

We also usually do the session from 8 p.m. until after midnight. Sometimes even until early morning, so if something absolutely doesn’t make sense, feel free to ask, but know that I will be blogging whilst sleepdrunk.

I hope you will enjoy going on this adventure with me!

[bellmo15-blog]

I want to fucking break something right now!

I just found out this afternoon that someone I had commissioned recently was not a very good person! At all! Like, the bigoted, racist, homophobic and transphobic kind of not good person and had been posting some really awful stuff to there alternative account! I found out about this because a friend linked me to this tweet exposing the artist in question. https://x.com/singlesalt/status/1842746990783799730

And I'm sorry, but I just felt sick after learning all that. And it's put me in a pretty foul mood! As someone who has made friends with people who are both trans and non binary over the years, has friends of different nationalities and races, who's become a lot more open about being bi sexual and even went though a point in my life where I thought I might of been trans I'm not happy learning this! And I'm angry at both the artist because of all this shit that's come out about them and myself for not learning about this sooner because I've basically just found out I've given my money to someone so awful.

Oh but do you want to know what the worst part is though? Before I even commissioned them there were actually being really friendly to me via DM's on Twitter and were also following me, meaning they would of known about my sexuality before hand yet still accepted a comm from me. Do you know how that feels!? Thinking that someone's a really nice guy only to learn about what they are really like a few months later? Even more so a few weeks after you paid them to draw something for you!? I was already anxious about commissioning artists I haven't commed before because of my not good social skills but this experience has only made it worse! Because now I'm worried the next new artist I comm is going to secretly be a bigot behind closed doors.

That is why I have since blocked them and removed the pic I got from them from all my galleries. That might upset some of you who did love the pic especially with how much attention it got but I don't get these pics for attention in the first place anyway! You can have the nicest looking art style in the world but if your a terrible person behind it all I don't want to see your shit on my page and I sure as hell don't want people like that who are so open about there hate for people who are of a different sexuality or ethnicity.

I'm sorry. This whole experience has put me in an even worse head space than I already was. And I hope I never have to go though this crap again.

[thesingingrevolution]

your uh post about the debuts being celebrated, who was that about? if you don't mind me asking, who's uh debut wasn't/isn't being celebrated?

no it’s okay you can ask ! i usually leave it vague when i’m kinda mad i feel like it’s become a habit 😭

also im sorry it took forever for me to get back to you but i wanted to answer you properly and also my phone decided it wanted to die so i wasn’t able to answer earlier :(((

my post is about winwin from nct! (he’s my fav i’m so protective over him hhhhhhhhh)

idk how familiar you are with nct or the mess that it is lol but basically one of its subunits debuted on july 7th, 2016 (7 years ago today) and winwin was one of the original 7 members. his first group is called nct 127 and the 127 represents the longitude of seoul, but there’s also a theory/cute little thing saying that it also represents the number of members and how they were added:

7 + 2 + 1 = 10.

he was kind of phased out/removed from the group at the end of 2018, and there was never any announcement saying he left officially so the group has 10 members on paper but only 9 active members

a lot of fans have accepted he probably isn't coming back :( but the issue is the group got more popular after he left so to a lot of people he isn't super important especially cause solo/single unit stanning is really common in this fandom. also because he was neglected by the company he never really had a lot of lines/center parts/screen time so it's easier to "forget/ignore" him as horrible as it sounds :(

and it's unfortunate but a lot of people don't treat him well, and what baffles me is that he wasn't removed cause he did something wrong ;-; most of the time people dont like past members cause they were removed for problematic/illegal behavior but that's not the reason why (the reason is mostly political, since he is chinese and went to promote in the chinese unit wayv starting in jan. 2019, and to my understanding china occasionally has kpop bans it's easier to get around them if none of the members are in an explicitly kpop group such as nct 127. this is a whole complicated issue in itself and there's some discourse on twt rn about it (read the qrts if you want but be ready for drama lol))

a lot of his fans and wayv stans are much happier with how he is now, because he really opened up as a person and grew as an artist following his departure from the group. he was definitely limited before due to the neglect and also cause he occasionally got boxed in as being the cute guy everyone likes and dotes on but never really an artist or even person in his own right. also he struggled with korean sometimes so he got to express himself much better when surrounded by his chinese bandmates

(though it is really important to note that people push a narrative that he hated being in nct 127 and didn't really love the members which i think is very untrue, you can tell he really worked hard and enjoyed their music, he notably has a strong bond with many people in the group)

i love him in nct 127 and i think he was a very special addition to the group, i would welcome him back anytime <3 but i am happy to see him where he is now, more successful than ever before.

but here is the issue:

since most 127 stans see the group as 9, they celebrate the debut of nct 127 and its 9 active members (which is kinda ironic cause winwin debuted on 160707 but most of the active lineup (literally everyone except yuta and haechan) did not but i digress). due to the nature of nct, he debuted again in 2018 (nct u) and in 2019 (wayv). but his first debut, the day he became an idol, is july 7th, 2016. and what hurts is because when people celebrate the debut of the current 9 member group, they overlook the debut of an original member of the group. which is why later yesterday night i also praised a big fanacc for posting ot10 pics and videos. i dont mind people wanting the focus on the 9 active members more, but i think its weird to call youself a fan of the group or an nctzen and ignore the debut of a member so blatantly :( there are random journalists who were posting articles but someone who claims to be ot20 or ot22 or ot23 or ot25 ot ot26 or whatever u people are this week to not say anything is kind of weird. and it's also why i dont like this other big fanacc because they post throwbacks but always ignore him, how can you be a throwback acc and not post a PAST member ;-; like i said if he was horrible and dishonorably discharged (lol) from the group its a dif story but this is just ridiculous.

anyway i hope that going forward we can love all members of nct and celebrate all of them <3