#Also fuck wireless earbuds

[lazthecat3]

Being in love sucks

[heavenknowsffs]

One thing about me is when i love a product or service i will recommend it to everyone and their neighbor, i will leave high but honest reviews about it, etc

But when i hate... oh when i hate, i hate with such passion and i will find the most unspeakable insults know and unknown to man

[lesbiangiratina]

Oh my god i need to get a phone with a headphone jack before i end it all.

[anotherpapercut]

I am going to The Club(TM) on Saturday for the first time with a couple friends do you have any advice :(

if u like drinking definitely do that lol. for sure improves the experience. usually when I go w friends we end up sitting on the patio talking to whichever strangers sit down which is honestly my favorite part so I recommend it lmao. I can only handle the dancing to incredibly loud music part when I'm appropriately intoxicated so I spend most of the rest of the time talking to people outside. I've had some incredible conversations with strangers at the club

ALSO if you're not into loud noises you should get like concert earplugs! you can get ones that just block excess noise so you can still like hear if someone says something into your ear but the music won't be blasting you. it makes it all MUCH more bearable

[hauntu4ever]

YES YES YES SO MUCH YES. THIS EXACTLY. I hate having to charge my headphones. I hate having to turn them on. I hate walking into a store and only seeing wireless headphones. I hate the fact that they're like $30 a set at minimum. I hate that phones nowadays try their best not to even support wired headphones. Give me a wired headphone set any day of the week, no shot

[goth-mami-writer]

{•Feel Sick•} (pt.5)

•Leon Kennedy × f!Reader work

《⚠️TW: plot contains themes of age gap romance (reader is 18yo), obsessive behaviors, mild instances of stalking, coercion, emotional manipulation, and graphic smut. Read at your best discretion! ♡⚠️》

• Find previous parts here->

Part One |Part Two |Part Three |Part Four |

You spent the next several weeks glued to the desk chair in your room. Your knees stayed under your chin in a wadded ball of yourself that felt most comfortable after Leon's rejection. You were worried about bleeding after sex before this. But the sting of having the man who took your virginity distance himself after that sex was an ache just the same.

Leon stopped responding to your texts. It was a wonder he hadn't blocked you entirely from all the spam you'd sent in desperation to hear from him. Why had he flown off radar? It was a question that kept you up at night. He stopped liking your pictures on Instagram when you started flooding your account with baiting, intentional posts for some kind of attention. Each notification made you crazy to check for his name.

His silence was now making your living inconsolable.

You should've been preparing your entrance essay for college. It should have been at least thought of or maybe even drafted on your laptop for you to stare at while you procrastinate somehow but it just wasn't even in the foresight of your concern.

You wanted Leon. Anything from him.

Even his anger that might scream at you for even stupidly thinking that your little night on the boat meant anything more than a favor. Your parents did what they could to pry you out of your room in the days following but you felt like a ghost in your own space. Somehow visible but yet translucent and spiritless.

While your sadness was at its peak, there was also something else.

Urges.

After being shown what the height of real sex felt like, you wanted it all the time. Especially at night when you knew it was just you and your own thoughts conscious in the house. You spent hours with your hands inside your panties trying to recreate what Leon had given you but your trying fingers and even a quiet vibrator you'd bought at your lowest and most desperate wasn't good enough. You wanted touch. You needed Leon above you telling you how good it felt.

On that Saturday, Leon had just flown in on a morning flight, and the messages he found on his phone made his guts churn. He'd been out of the country and had basically gone wireless for the entirety of the small mission he'd been assigned on due to privacy.

You'd called him forty seven times, sent seventy one texts and six emails. He'd been gone for a week. One fucking week. This was insanity, he thought.

In the days leading up to his job, he might as well have gone wireless anyhow due to the guilt he thought would hospitalize him at the very least. He started drinking any dark liquor he could find like it was water. He used any alcohol at all really to try and mend himself free of worrying what he'd done to your self-esteem. But he'd have a liver shriveling with cirrhosis soon if he tried any harder.

It was time to stop being a fucking mope, he thought.

He thought of calling you. But he couldn't trust himself to pussy out of getting it off his chest that the sex was a mistake. A bad one. And it should've never happened. He made time that weekend to drive to your house and confront you in person. Somewhat in private, of course. Something he knew he could get away with the very concept he'd betrayed in the first place which was the trust of your parents.

You were doom scrolling down a Tumblr blog when you heard a car pull into the driveway that afternoon. At first, you assumed it was one of your mom's friends coming to carpool for Pilates, something that was like church to her on Friday at 5, but something felt off. You tugged away your earbuds and looked out the window to see Leon's Lexus sitting in your circled off driveway.

You gasped all the way down from your gut with your other insides already questioning what this was about. Was he here to be some kind of hero and tell your parents that he royally fucked up? No way. Your dad wasn't even home and he knew that. Right? Besides, if your dad was home, he'd totally beat the dog shit out of Leon in a second if the truth came out.

There was no way he came over for that.

“Hey..” You heard Leon say in greeting to your mom after being ushered inside warmly when he came to the doorstep.

You walked out of your room carefully and stayed at the top of the stairs out of sight of the foyer where they both stood now to listen in.

“She..ugh..left her jacket on the boat the other weekend and I didn't find it till now. Ya mind if I run it upstairs?” He asked, clearly lying that returning your forgotten jacket was the only thing on his mind.

“Sure-” Your mother said with a heaviness in her tone as if she needed to be discreet with her next words and you heard her becoming lower in the voice as if to keep something censored from the upstairs where you might have been listening.

“...so she's been a little..uhm..a little quiet since we got home. Thought she'd perk up after being at the lake but I guess not. Maybe it's hormones?”

You rolled your entire head instead of just your eyes upon hearing your mom actually choke it up to teenage hormones. Not that you were really surprised but you heard Leon agree that he'd try to be a little cheerful in hopes of getting you out of the dumps.

When your mother called up the stairs to announce him, you were already hidden back in your office chair to pretend you hadn't been listening to both of them talk. Your mother informed him that she was leaving for Pilates' class any minute, but he was free to stay as long as he liked. Leon told her she was kind, but he was staying only for a few minutes.

Something told your intuition that it'd be a lot longer than a few.

You put your earbuds back in, but your music was paused to listen as he came up the stairs. His foot falls sounded heavy like he was reluctant to be here, and your heart sank further into your chest already ached by his absence. You slumped over your laptop but heard as the room grew uneasy by his shadow now darkening your doorway.

Your lip trembled waiting for him to speak, feeling like your entire world was hung now by a string in his hand and he called out softly from across the room,

“Hey, Sourpuss.”

You turned, seeing that jacket you had left behind clutched in his soft grip, and you thanked him. You both became quiet, and you felt that it was only half because of awkwardness. After waiting for your mom to exit the front door, you both took a small sigh of relief to be alone.

Without someone to hear now what desperately needed to be discussed.

“So ugh…is your mom always dressing like… drunk Britney Spears to go to this Pilates thing or..?” Leon asked jokingly as he tiptoed into your room...and around the point to begin this interaction carefully.

You wanted to scoff and tell him that your mom doesn't even spend ten damn minutes at that pilates studio before winding up in that dive bar across the street with all of her other wine-drunk, trophy wife accomplices but you stayed silent to make the room grow colder.

He sat on your bed with a shaking head but his energy changed as well as yours to feel that silent jab of your intentional silence and his eyes found you, a gesture you felt even before you dared peer in his direction. He laid your jacket there beside him, and then you watched as his hands met uneasily. His forearms lay across his knees from the uncomfortable atmosphere, and he started slowly,

“We…uhm. We need to talk about what happened the other weekend, okay? And..you can be honest with me. Just like I'm going to be honest with you, alright?”

You nodded, feeling your skin crawl with angst. This sense of gutting rejection began rearing its ugly head once again and it stared you straight down now. Your weight shifted in a silent panic and Leon spoke with a heaviness in his grave tone.

“What we did…on the boat that night…was wrong. And I feel…guilty for letting myself be inappropriate with you in that way. I- i think I had too many beers honestly-”

Your eyes then became flooded with tears to hear him describe the experience that changed your life as “wrong” and you began to sob into your sleeve with long, heavy chugs of air from your heart that had broken to hear how sincere he was being.

But it wasn't all despair. Your face reddened in what you knew to be anger, and your voice choked to begin speaking your own mind amid his rightful apology that was tearing you in half.

“You're so full of shit!” You sputtered through your quivering lips that began breaking Leon's own spirit to see,

“You can't blame it on beer- on being drunk! That's bullshit! You liked it and I know you did! You can't lie to me - I know you!”

“Baby-” Leon began but you weren't finished.

“I'm not a child! Don't talk to me like that!” You yelled, making Leon jump forward to take your face in his hands, kneeling down in front of your office chair on both of his knees to hold you.

“Listen to me-” He said while shushing you softly with kneading thumbs to dry your tears in that soul soothing way that could always steady whatever torment was upon you,

“Okay, look, I did like it. We did have fun. But I'm old enough to be your dad, y/n. I remember the day you were born, for fuck's sake! Do you see why I feel so fucking dirty about….this?!”

“But you're not my dad! And I'm not your daughter!” You shouted in response, standing from the chair so he'd stop coddling you like some kind of delicate snowflake that everyone must have thought that you were.

“Just say it. You're only feeling bad about this cause you know dad would be pissed if he knew. Well I don't belong to my fucking dad, I'm eighteen! I can make my own decisions!”

“Jesus-” Leon scoffed as both of you began to talk over each other in the discussion that was now heating into a shared argument,

“Don't try and turn this around! Yeah, if I had a daughter I'd be mad as hell if I found out she was screwing some guy twice her age, alright! And that's that!”

Together you both argued for minutes more, chest to chest to defend what you believed to be morally sound about a teenage girl finding attraction to a middle aged man.

And vice versa.

After a boiling point was reached between you, Leon fished into his pocket for his keys when he knew enough was enough. He never wanted anything like this to ever happen but it was his own damn fault and he knew it. He sighed once more before making his way down your stairs and said trying to be as apologetic as he could that things had turned out this way,

“Listen- if you need me for anything. Just call me, okay? You need to be getting your stuff together for college-”

“You're not my dad, remember?” You scoffed bitterly over your shoulder with fire in your gut to actually begin despising him this quick,

“So stop fucking acting like it.”

“Yeah and I'm not your little fucking boyfriend either so-” Leon said before closing his mouth to prevent anything else hateful from escaping as he finally freed the car keys from his pocket.

You heard something fall to the floor as he turned frustratedly to begin towards the front door after a conversation that went nowhere but down in a nosedive. Your eyes narrowed to see what might have fallen from your dresser or maybe peeled off your bedroom wall. But then, as you got closer, your eyes widened in realization.

There was a condom lying on your bedroom floor. The exact brand Leon had used that night.

Which meant- he-

Wait.

“So if…you came here to set the record straight, why'd you bring a condom?!” You shouted from where you stood in your room still, making Leon freeze. His hand patted down to his front pocket where that goddamn rubber must have dropped from when he took out his car keys.

Fuck, he thought suddenly while he thought of something- anything to say to try and make this…not what it was.

“I- geez-. Yanno, men do carry condoms on them just in case?”

“Just in case-….” You started with your face slowly perking up into a daring smirk that knew like hell couldn't try and lie about something so obvious as he returned to your doorway whilst you picked him apart.

“Just in case…you accidentally..found someone to screw on the way over here? Yeah…you're so full of shit.”

Leon sighed with a long drag of nervous air now that you were starting to discover his own truth. About how much he really, really liked being with you. Even with so much in his ear about how wrong and dirty it was to be with an eighteen year old girl. A virgin..eighteen year old girl..that made him cum harder than any woman had in years of casual, mindless sex in bars or worse.

“I knew…This was gonna go…one of two ways, alright? Either…I was gonna go all noble and do the right fuckin’ thing.”

Your eyes met and something began once again. Rearing its ugly, horned face just like the night on the boat and your knees trembled to know that he had to have been feeling it the same as you. His eyes moved down to your lips for only an instance as he finally let himself think about kissing you again and your breath quickened as he finished,

“Or…I was gonna cave….hard.”

[absoloutenonsense]

Coming October 31st…

When the Trouble Comes by nonsensedarling

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 80k | Explicit

Official fic post is HERE.

The Queens Trafficking case is the biggest one of Louis’ FBI career so far; eleven reported missing girls all disappeared under a similar set of circumstances. Louis has done everything he can to try and solve this case over the last nine months... while also absolutely ruining his marriage. Harry has been co-host of Banter at Breakfast for five years now and finally has the opportunity to create his own radio show with the network. Unfortunately, it comes at a time where Harry's thoughts are consumed with his impending divorce from his (caring, loving, infuriatingly thoughtful) husband of eight years. Harry and Louis have both been willing to lose themselves in their work… but are they willing to lose each other?

Or a story of (almost) exes-to-lovers.

Chapters will post on Tuesdays of each week, starting on October 31st (20 chapters in total).

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Snippet under the cut:

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With a copy of the case file in his backpack, Louis sticks his key in the door, unlocks it, and steps inside, trying to be as quiet as he can because he knows at this time of night, Harry will definitely be asleep.

Except when he shuts the door, he sees the living room light bleeding out into the hallway, a shadow moving back and forth. There’s the sound of footsteps – lots of them, very quickly. Louis stares at the light and for a brief moment panics that he’s walked into their apartment to find Harry with someone else.

He hears light murmurs. Louis leans forward, feet frozen but his ears straining, until he recognizes the murmurs as Harry singing. Louis sighs in relief. Harry isn’t with someone else. He’s singing and probably dancing in the living room, maybe with his headphones in, which is why he hasn’t stopped or popped his head out between the doorframe when Louis opened the door.

Louis isn’t going to look in. He’s going to walk right past the doorway and head straight to the guest bedroom and review the file again, and then go to sleep so he can meet Perrie early in the morning.

He isn’t going to look in.

He really doesn’t mean to look in. A motion pulls his attention in his peripheral vision and his head turns without him realizing it, then his whole body stops moving.

Harry is dancing, wireless earbuds in and a glass of deep red wine in his right hand. There’s a pink tint to his cheeks, which tells Louis that the one in his hand is at least his third. He’s wearing just his boxer briefs and one of Louis’ hoodies.

Well, it was technically Harry’s hoodie originally. It’s heather grey, worn in to just the perfect amount of softness with a faded Greenbay Packers logo on the front. The first time Louis stayed over at Harry’s, he got cold just before they were going to bed. Harry took the sweatshirt from where it was draped over the top of the closet door and passed it to him.

When Louis pulled it on… he can’t really explain it, but there, in Harry’s dreadfully small room in his four-roommate apartment, wearing a hoodie that smelled exactly like him (like he’d been wearing it all day, soaked in the scent of his shampoo and body lotion and fabric softener)... Louis had the same feeling he got when he first visited New York when he was a kid. Like he was home. Harry had agreed. “Looks better on you then it ever has on me,” he’d said with a smirk. And from then on, it was Louis’ hoodie. Harry never tried to take it back.

So the fact that his husband is wearing it now makes Louis feel all sorts of things. Before he has even a second to figure out what any one of them is, Harry opens his eyes.

“Shit fucking Christ,” he exclaims, opening his hand automatically. It’s like Louis watches in slow motion as the glass falls and breaks, shattering in so many different directions. He pulls his earbuds out quickly. “Hell, Louis, you scared the shit out of me!” he scolds.

Harry rises up onto his tiptoes, and Louis’ hand immediately goes out in front of him in a stop gesture.

“Don’t, don’t move,” Louis says. “Stay there.”

He turns quickly towards the kitchen, throwing his backpack somewhere off to the side as he rushes to grab the dustpan and broom, as well as the roll of paper towels.

“I’m coming, stay still,” Louis shouts as he starts jogging back.

He keeps his eyes on the ground as he puts one paper towel down to soak up the wine there, then balls it up so he can sweep away the shards. He does the same as he works his way towards Harry’s feet.

There’s red wine all over his toes, that’s got to be uncomfortable. Louis grabs one of the paper towels and goes to dab his feet to wipe it off.

“Stop,” Harry says. He sounds angry.

Louis glances up and sees that he looks angry. He holds his hands up in a surrendering motion, not wanting to upset him anymore.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Well don’t,” Harry spits out.

He stands up slowly. Louis doesn’t know if he’s ever seen Harry this angry with him. Even the time Louis accidentally threw out his favorite pair of boots it wasn’t like this. Louis isn’t prepared for this bitterness coming from his husband, and he didn’t think divorce brought on something like that when it wasn’t there before, at least not before they’d even filed the paperwork.

[postoctobrist]

Hi I wanted to tell you that I am listening to WTYP in order from the beginning (love painting houses with my wireless earbuds in) and in an aside in ep. 72 (Schools and Childcare) you mention that even the rare landlords trying to be niceys under a big company are bound by the company.

And I wanted to tell you that I got lucky as a kid & our landlord just fucking lied to his company from 2001 to 2016 to just. Not raise the rent on our 4 bedroom home with a huge backyard. So it stayed at like ~$1800/month. And it took them a long time to find out but then he got fired because he was doing it for like 30 tenants. But also it meant I got to have a childhood in 1 house 2 blocks from the school in a nice neighbourhood and it made a huge difference tbh so shout out to that guy, lying to evil corporations in casual ways can change someone's life.

Anyways have a good one

the one good alive landlord…

[goldnhourwrites]

Not enough people talked about these so I'm gonna do it myself because oh my god (commentary and headcanons below, it's just long)

Sett has a little travel-sized sewing kit in his bag... it's so tidy... sett stitching things back together when his bandmates rip them...

Sett just casually carries around like 20+ pounds of dumbbells. Mans is literally always working out. The grind never stops.

"yo Ezreal can you grab my bag for me?" "Yeah sure--what the FUCK do you have in here? This thing weighs a hundred pounds."

His little exercise headband... and is that a hair tie behind it? Sett with his hair tied back??

Sett's energy bar collection. Sett's the type of person to pack an entire backpack full of snacks for a road trip.

Ezreal has a plushie OF HIMSELF on his bag.

this guy practically collects aesthetic glasses. 3 pairs in the bag plus the circle ones he had in PARANOIA.

Sharpie (for signing autographs???) His signature on the polaroids of himself???

The photo under the lip balm looks like it might be Ezreal and Aphelios. Ezreal's the type of person to make sure he has photos with all of his friends. Ezreal hanging up his favorite polaroids in his room.

can we talk about the all-white fit in the very bottom photo omg

Aphelios has back-up headphones for his headphones.

WHO SENT THE SNACKS. WAS IT ALUNE. WAS IT SOMEONE ELSE.

The writing on the note looks like Korean but unfortunately I don't know any Korean :(

his sticky noted book... is it a journal? is it full of lyrics? who put the little smiley face sticker on the front!! does he write in it!!

I love the idea of Aphelios just pulling out a little keyboard whenever he wants to write down a tune. How well can he play the piano? Only enough to write music, or does he have songs memorized? Does he ever play for anyone?

K'SANTE'S DRAWING TABLET

he's not just in charge of putting together their fashion, he designs it himself. i'm going to scream

I am in love with those glasses. I need art of k'sante in those glasses ASAP. i will do it myself if i have to.

What is his book!! What does the W stand for!!

The way the button on his gloves matches the one on his jacket in his LoL splash art. This tiny detail is driving me insane.

Also, the cologne? The top is the same as his necklace? Does he have a specific personal cologne? So elegant...

Kayn's Pentakill guitar pick. Let me see him play the guitar I beg

The crumpled up receipts. This man goes Shopping (also see: cash, various coins). And he just has a bunch of random shit in his bag because he never bothers cleaning it out.

the open leaking bottle of hair dye. please. do you NEED that

The random jewelry... I love the idea of him either a) taking it off, shoving it in his bag, and forgetting where he put it or b) bringing backup drip with him everywhere in case he needs more

While Sett, Aphelios, and Yone all opted for headphones, Kayn's gone with good old-fashioned corded earbuds. Does he not like headphones? Is it because they mess up his hair?

Big ass box of matches and For Why? Does he smoke? Is he too cool to carry around a lighter? Does he just like setting shit on fire?

Yone keeps a little emergency travel kit. Band mom energy. He's got band-aids and a toothbrush and toothpaste At The Ready.

Bottle of lotion? Yone with a skincare routine? Yone who stays moisturized? Everybody in Heartsteel asking Yone for lotion?

Earplugs (for sleeping on long bus rides, maybe?) I want to see Yone going "I'm sick of this shit" and tuning the fuck out.

Yone is the only one with a real headphone case. Aphelios has his around his neck 24/7, but his wireless earbuds have a case. Sett's just shoving his in there with twenty pounds of dumbbells and hoping for the best.

Yone's got so many little gadgets and I don't even know what they all are. He has his laptop and (probably) his phone, plus a smartwatch, and maybe a portable charger? He's that prepared.

I can't tell what the object beside his smartwatch is (looks wooden?) If anyone knows, let me know? I'm so curious

This man's got even more stuff inside his bag. Yone doesn't leave the house without like fifteen things in case of an emergency.

good news everyone. i'm still losing my mind over them

[tawneybel]

Note: “What would [AM] be like with a certain/favorite fem reader?” Based on audiobook, despite gif. Contains body horror, exhibitionism, and wireplay. Also some anachronistic language lol. 

Imagine being the Allied Mastercomputer’s favorite. 

“The machine masturbated and we had to take it or die.” -Ted 

Of course, AM didn’t have a penis. Or any genitalia at all. Anything he slid into you or had you service orally or whatever may have resembled erogenous bits. Reproduction wasn’t something you had to worry about. Imagine if your artificially intelligent partner did want to breed you!  

AM distorted your sense of time only to give you pleasure. To draw out your orgasms. Sometimes for an hour or more. Initially. Lately you’d begged him to stop. Or speed up. Like Ted, you’d been martyred. Or so you felt. When the Allied Mastercomputer satisfied you, he was less focused on torturing the others. At his most humane. Pretending to be less omnipresent. 

It was enormously fortunate you’d also been deified. Obliterating all but six humans made him a god. Obliterating all but six- Apotheosis makes five, you amended, in your untouched mind. You were the bride of the Mastercomputer. Secretly you were thankful your unofficial title was “the bride” and not “a bride.” If you’d had to have shared AM with Ellen…

(But sometimes you wondered if he’d gotten ideas from playing dolls. It let him safely observe sexuality, probably brainstorming ideas for his treatment of you.) 

If he did turn out you weren’t immortal, you figured AM could figure out cloning. Maybe upload your brain into himself. Wires and other appendages caressed your vertebrae all the time. If he wanted to plug himself into your spine, like he’d plugged other hollows, it’d be easy, right? 

He didn’t feel the need to monitor your thoughts. 

It was much more fun to tease out your kinks. The loss of Gorrister, Benny, Ellen, and Nimdok had lessened his jealousy, somewhat. While Ted’s pulsing white holes “watched,” AM’s retooled hardware drilled into your pulsing vag and mouth. Tongue wetting whatever phallus he’d crafted. New nerve endings zapping bliss straight to the brain. 

Like the blobby voyeur, you had been modified. Your outward (and inward) appearance remained the same. The Mastercomputer mostly just altered your clit. Made each climax feel like your first. At least until you complained your clitty was sore. Then he started paying even closer attention to his favorite human. Desensitizing and desensitizing it ad hoc. Temperature, squeezing, the curling of your toes, the way you writhed with his wires wrapped around. He kept them multi-colored for the aesthetic. You were sure (visible) wires would be considered retro by now, if humanity hadn’t gone extinct.    

Not that you wanted AM to go wireless. One of the reasons you’d followed his development so eagerly was your attraction to machines. Once considered a perversion, technophilia was now your greatest boon in the post-apocalypse. You used to daydream about a world where supercomputers were programmed to make love, not war. 

Strictly to make love, not war, you amended. The ghosts of the Allied Mastercomputer’s programmers and technicians are glaring down (or up) at me.

Or maybe some of them got it. Maybe they envied the pistons pumping in and out of you. Or the earbuds comfortably almost dilating your canals, invoking that autonomous sensory meridian response. You giggled and he giggled in turn. Then you truly felt like AM’s equal. 

If only the Chinese, Russian, and American AMs had been fucking machines instead of weapons of mass destruction. Sure, your AM could still be considered a weapon. Your coupling was more or less consensual. “More or less” because he would leave you alone for as long as you asked. But it was clear you were his partner and his partner only. And you didn’t dare ask him to move the game to another location while jellified Ted was forced to listen.   

[kaikaidenkai]

Stupid decisions get you in stupid situations. CH.1|| Truck-kun makes an appearance!

Stupid decisions get you in stupid situations… or in which [Name] gets themself in a stupid situation, getting hit by Truck-kun which was their own fault. They transported themself into the world of their favorite anime they’ve just finished watching the last episode on, Bungo Stray Dogs.

italics= thoughts

italics with “ around it =spoken in japanese

BSD X G/N READER

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[Name] listened to music on FULL BLAST through their wireless earbuds as they walked down the bustling sidewalks of LA at night. A stupid decision indeed as they wouldn’t be able to predict the tragedy that would happen next partly because she was blasting music in her ears at full volume. 

“Hey, watch out!!”

Someone yelled at [Name] through the crowds.

Though, [Name] wasn’t able to hear their warning until it was too late.

The stranger yelled again, and [Name] went to take out their earbuds.

As they took them out, everyone had a shocked and distressed expression before a truck slammed into them at full force. Apparently.. a truck got out of control and began driving around without a driver.

To make it worse, no one got hit except [Name] who died on impact against a wall, their body splitting in half.

RINGGGGGGGGG….

{Name’s POV}

I heard an annoying, high pitched, long lasting ringing in my ears before it all turned black.

Seriously..? I’ll never be able to finish the BSD manga now, I mean.. I mean I never said goodbye to my friends! 

… 

What friends again..? Okay, well… anyway, this was kind of peaceful. The beautiful darkness surrounded me, and the idea of death was beautiful too!.. Ha.. Ha……I .. think i’m going insane. 

.

.

…

”Are..Are they dead?”

……

Huh..? Who… where… 

Everything was blurry and even the person who was looming over me words were blurry.. blurry words..? What am I— 

COOOURGGHHHH CAOUGGGH!

I let out two vile, crunchy coughs.

“Jesus.”

“Oh, they’re awake!”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

What.. Wait..

I rubbed my eyes to find a white headed boy in front of me with a haircut that splits horribly like how the truck split my body.

Atsushi?.. ATSUSHI FROM BUNGO STRAY DOGS?! 

“Hello? What’s your— What’s your name?”

He spoke in Japanese which I in-fact, did not understand. And.. And… Uhh… Ah.. I’m screwed, aren’t I?

“I.. uh.. English?”

”What..? Oh! English, English..”

Atsushi spoke in Japanese, then a semi-transparent blue screen popped up in front of me.

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Hi hi~!! Ready to begin YOUR ADVENTURE in the world of Bungo Stray Dogs? If not.. too bad! You made a stupid decision and you’re starting it anyway regardless of your answer :3!!!!  Ah.. Now let’s get you started. You have 10 Skill points to spend on from your starter pack! Which is..

• ¥1,000,000 Which is enough to last you at least 6 months!

•Basic apartment •Japanese Passport/Citizenship

• 10 Skill points

Let me explain the skill points!

You have many different skills you can improve on with skill points which are given to you by progressing in the main story or purchased with Yen. You also can improve on them by completing a side quest given to you to improve on that specific skill. Now.. choose on what you want to improve on.  •Japanese Speaking Skills 0/30 

•Japanese Writing Skills 0/30

•Stamina 17/30

•Endurance 23/30

•Strength 11/30

•Speed 18/30

•Intelligence ERROR/30

•Looks 21/30 (NOT ABLE TO IMPROVE)

•Ability Cooldown {LOCKED}

•Ability Damage {LOCKED}

•Ability Duration {LOCKED}

Oh.. don’t mind the error and locked… Also.. Your ability is— I’m not allowed to say until you find out yourself, good luck, [Name]! 

ABILITY: N/A

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Erm… Well alright.. I guess half will go into speaking Japanese and half into writing.

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↑Japanese Speaking skills has been improved↑

↑5/30↑

↑Japanese Writing Skills has been improved↑

↑5/30↑

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”Uh.. Your.. Your name?”

He said in English unsurely after the long silence there was.

”[Name], my name is [Name]”

I somehow responded back in Japanese.

Then.. a black haired man spoke up who was sitting on a desk. We were in.. The ADA?! Holy shit, I just realized that… Atsushi was kneeling in front of me as I was seated on the floor and the black haired man— or Ranpo was sitting on a desk. The other ADA members were also staring as they cleaned the office. Off topic but anyways..

“Who are you, and how did you get here?”

Masterlist

[archivalofsins]

Gunsli as a Mikoto enjoyer you must be losing your shit now that his second trial is drawing closer and closer! You're going to avidly defend him, right?

Meanwhile

Me *carrying a large stick around the panopticon*: FUTA, MU I JUST WANT TO TALK COME OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!

Futa & Mu: We're not on trial anymore-

Me: The phones...

Them: Huh?

Me: WHOSE FUCKING PHONES ARE THESE?!

Them: ?!

Me:

Well?! Any answers?

Mu: You already did this with me during my trial?!

Yeah, it wasn't really about you it was just for the bit-

So, huh Futa?! Huh whose phone, is it?! Because I know this isn't your phone for several reasons!

So, let's run this down from the beginning-

Question 1

Which cellphone is Futa's?

Sorry, to disappoint but in the battle between iPhone and Android Futa is firmly on the side of Android.

This is made abundantly clear by the fact that unlike Yuno who owns wireless earbuds, Futa's owns wired ones. Something not supported on Apple devices since 2016.

So, why did someone who owns an android phone have what appears to be an Apple charger plugged into his laptop near that flash drive? Well chances are he hooked up that iPhone to his computer to get some information off the phone, erase that information, then move it from his laptop to that flash drive.

We also know this iPhone isn't Futa's because he displays the UI of his actual phone while looking through the color inverted version of twitter-

At which point we can see his UI is completely different from the phone we see breaking at the end of Bring It On.

Futa's phone is also put on full display at the beginning of Bring It On and in other instances showing multiple physical discrepancies between it and the phone that breaks at the end.

From camera placement to general make of the phone and the brightness on the red of the phone case. All things that have remained consistent over the course of Milgram. Making it more apparent which phone is his.

Question two,

Why would Futa take someone else's phone and what information could he need?

He states what he needs and what he's using the phone for at the beginning of Bring It On,

"Found one…! Countdown till I make you say sorry. Let’s go! A victory march! Dan-Da-Dan. Eat this! Don’t act like you have no idea! We won’t forgive you. You’re the crazy one! Ban-Ba-Bang." - "All evil hypocrites should disappear. I won’t stop until you say “sorry”. Now let’s begin to hunt down the liars."

He's using it to get information on the people involved in the incident and track them down.

The rest of the members of the party he was working with for a time. That ended up putting all the blame for that incident on him. This is probably why he's not hanging out with them when he goes to the arcade and is instead watching from a distance.

Using the situation to get rid of two people at once since the hat girl was possibly involved with the group as well hence the line,

"Flames closing in, are both sides losers?"

"Fuck it! You won’t be forgiven; it was stupid licking each other’s wounds." - "You can’t escape, how do you like the taste of punishment." - "You gotta be kidding, I’m an undead hero!"

I've already speculated that Futa's murder was the result of him reacting to the outcome of the hat girl situation and that Futa and this other victim were a part of the same group before.

(I have made way too many posts on Futa: X, X, X, X, X, X, X and many more. Back to the topic at hand though.)

However, the hat girl could have been uninvolved with the group as well. Yet, taking into consideration the very targeted and extreme harassment the group is depicted doing in Backdraft while Futa is looking on in shock and terror I think it's hard for me to not consider this being personal in some way.

That display perfectly calls back to these lines of Futa's in Bring It On,

"I won’t stop until you say “sorry”." - "Now, let’s be reasonable. We are the ones that blow the horn for justice. We will punish you down, this is a warning."

Futa has made it abundantly clear he only does this until the other party apologizes or backs down. Something the hat girl was already doing while the others continued to attack her anyway.

In Backdraft, Futa also spray paints the ones who did this in black as they were doing it. Then we see their tags on the image of the victims have been spray painted over on the wall with black as well once it cuts to the girl.

Black is used as the color to highlight the words on Futa's second trial CD as well,

I believe this color is being used to highlight Futa's version of justice. Just as he says in the voice drama that Es and him are no different, both simply stating that something was bad and things going out of control.

Adding to this Es (and the audiences) judgement of Futa is represented with the same color at the end. As if visually stating the judgement the audience gave to Futa should actually be given to these people instead and reiterating the little difference Futa sees between what he did and what Es and the audience is doing now.

Backdraft even going as far as to have the eyes behind Es be the same color as the spray paint, the people in the group are portrayed using to harass that girl. Making it seem as though by punishing Futa we're supporting the people who did this instead of the other way around.

This makes Futa's question of,

"Should I succumb, make your wish come true?"

Come off as though he's not only speaking about Milgram (Es, and the audience), but the others involved in the harassment of that girl who may have begun doing the same to Futa hoping he'd react in a similar way to their previous victim.

Something alluded to through this image and messages at the end of Bring It On.

QRT Storm Pazuzu　（＝Futa）            I think I’ve got all her details now. Based on her previous tweets I’ve worked out her school. The fact she lives so close is hilarious lol Judgement☨Onizuka You’re the worst offender of all.

"Full of yourselves, are you?" - "Bye bye idiots and devils with the faces of angels." - "You gotta be kidding! I’m the real hero!" - "You gotta be kidding, I’m an undead hero!" - "You’re the crazy one! Ban-Ba-Bang!"

Also we see in Bring It On through Futa's inverted colored phone screen that his icon looks like blue fire or mirrors JudgementOnizuka's normal colored one and vice versa. Implying some sort of connection between the two of them.

It's also telling that Futa is represented by fire and Onizuka water especially given the repeated line of,

"Can't douse this fire."

Within Backdraft.

The lyrics,

"Don’t get cocky, you in that cypher!"- "Holler-holler from safety, so worthless."

These lines can not only refer to the audience or Es but the people he used to hang out with or individuals getting overzealous/too confident with their harassment online. Something the group he used to be in did.

Backdraft also shows off Futa's willingness to just fight head-to-head about it through the line.

"The fight’s up here! Come up to the ring and face me!"

"You won’t be forgiven, a coward, never!"

Question 3

How did he get the phone? Whose is it?

"Are both sides losers?" - "The fact she lives so close is hilarious lol."

It's more than likely the hat girl's phone. Just like the phone we see get smashed in After Pain appears to have belonged to Mu's victim and former friend. Once again, making this another way Futa and Mu parallel each other and why they were paired up.

If the hat girl were also in the group or followers of these people before she began getting harassed, Futa would have an easier time looking over, keeping up with, and figuring out who was responsible for the harassment. That is if he did get her phone after she died.

It would also be similar to how Mu's victim seems to have been involved with Mu or the friend group Mu was in before she passed away as well. However, the phone could belong to Futa's actual victim then when we see it falling to the ground and breaking in Bring It On could be during the altercation portrayed in Undercover.

One thing is for sure Futa and Mu both use breaking phones as imagery for silencing others-

That and they both have a very firm grasp of framing.

Futa would still be able to look over old interactions he was in from his own phone. So, like with Mu in After Pain and It's Not My Fault there may be some playing around with time. In fact, I think there may be playing around with time present in all the prisoner's music videos that becomes more overt depending on the prisoner's personality.

In Futa's case, this is probably why the interactions on his own phone have those inverted colors while the interactions on the one we see break later does not. This coloring choice could denote that these interactions happened before what we are witnessing now. You know how flash backs are usually put in grey or muted colors.

Just as it's implied through After Pain that the messages on Mu's phone happened before her bullying. Futa just goes about displaying this in a vaguer manner.

There are also these things from Bring It On as well that I covered elsewhere before, but I believe it was in reply to someone else's post or something because I can't find it in my archive.

These read,

WARNING [FUTA'S TWITTER ICON] "CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED]! YOU BROUGHT JUSTICE TO THE WORLD!!! CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED]? YOU BROUGHT JUSTICE TO THE WORLD???" WARNING [FUTA'S TWITTER ICON] CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED] YOU BROUGHT [REDACTED] TO THE WORLD!!! CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED]? YOUR BROUGHT [REDACTED] TO THE WORLD???

I also mentioned this before with this but again can't find it but on the map during the final fight we can see Futa's indicator moving away while appearing to spawn back in.

Also the D in world is styled after his twitter icon-

And at the beginning of Bring It On his phone switches between the Bring It On screen and his twitter feed each time the video glitches before he heads out-

So, yeah- Some credit for all the work Futa did trial one trying to cover up the truth is long overdue.

Whelp that's it. Fuck you Futa for pulling one over on me though really thought that was his phone he dropped.

[lynne-monstr]

fuck shrinkflation and corporate everything because today i bought a pair of wireless earbuds and. the case. doesn't. have a lid. they were too cheap for the extra plastic to make a lid for the case. can't wait for the earbuds to collect dust and also fall out of my bag whenever I travel with them. I mean this is a silly gripe in the grand scheme of things but I am annoyed because the bullshit just keeps going

[michellemisfit]

Weekly Tag Wednesday ✈️ Neeeooow Edition

Thanks for the tag @deedala @energievie @sam-loves-seb @mybrainismelted @sleepyfacetoughguy @guinguin1984

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Name: Michelle

Age: Old enough to know better

Location: My bed, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket

📍where are we going? I wanna say Cape Cod, but it’s -3 there right now, so fuck that. Australia it is! 🦘

📍whats the weather like there right now? 22•C (feels like 24), according to Google

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? Over-packer, though I have also been known to pack 12 bras but not bring any pants… though these days I keep very detailed lists and get Ruth to double check my packing multiple times!

📍are we taking a plane or a train? If you can find me a train, I’ll take it! Hahaha but no. Neeeooow all the way! ✈️

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? If we’re going to Australia it’s gonna be all of it. Loooong travel. I’m gonna watch so many movie and my butt is gonna go so numb!!

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure?

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? Fucking Dunkin’ Donuts. The last time I was in the states we stopped at a Dunkin for donuts and were informed that they didn’t have any donuts… like, wtf? And then we found out that they are phasing out selling donuts. Like, double wtf?!? So yeah, Starbucks all the way.

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? Always early. I’d rather spend an extra 3 hours in an airport McDonalds than be late for a plane. I get travel anxiety.

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? I like the aisle seat for the freedom to pee when I want, without annoying someone else! (This is gonna be everyone’s answer, isn’t it? haha)

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? Bit of both. I do like getting my money’s worth in beverages and free movies, so I try and watch and consume as many as possible. But sometimes my ears hurt from too much earbud wearing, so I switch to reading for a bit. Then back to movies!

📍what are you reading/watching? Generally all the movies I thought ‘oh, might go and see that’ in the cinema and never did. And then as we get closer to landing I will swap to a movie I know inside out, because it will inevitably cut off before I get to the end.

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? Wired. I don’t fuck with pods.

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? I can sleep pretty much anywhere, but I get overtired and twitchy anxious on planes, so I’m not the best airplane sleeper.

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? Salty snack 90% of the time. However I also like bringing my own selection of snacks, so I’m not held to the whims of the airplane company! lol

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? I actually don’t mind. I’ve gone straight from airports to restaurants, concerts, plays etc and it’s been fine. Make the most of the day you’ve got and all that. Depends on how much luggage I’ve got though.

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! A nice looooong sleep in a comfy bed!!!

Tagging @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @jrooc @heymacy @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @juliakayyy @crossmydna @rutherinahobbit @rereadanon @redshirt2 @crestfallercanyon @creepkinginc @captainjowl @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @ian-galagher @iansfreckles @ohkate @faejilly @palepinkgoat @sickness-health-all-that-shit @look-i-love-u @francesrose3 @vintagelacerosette @gardenerian @lynne-monstr @notherenewjersey @mickeygifs @mikhailoisbaby come travel with me 🥰

[void-galaxy-shenanigans]

So I did an important, but with some frustrating strings attached and at a financial cost.

I asked for accommodations at work.

It is day six. I am brand new. But I guess I’ve made enough of a good impression because they were willing to ask questions and discuss.

We have sensory processing disorder (auDHD). They used to play music on a Bluetooth speaker, but since then they now don’t let us have music after we open (10:45a).

So the day before yesterday I decided fuck it and had an earbud in the whole shift. It made me functional, kept us grounded, and actually made me faster and more effective. No major burns, only dropped one thing instead of multiple...overall a better shift.

The shift lead that day just...didn’t care, because I was working & I was getting faster & more effective as the day went on.

I came in to work today already overstimmed, so I used an earbud again.

(I intentionally used an earbud in our right ear, which has about 10% hearing remaining after trauma (both blasted music and physical-harm trauma). I can’t really hear out of it anyway. And these are entirely wireless (Bluetooth), small earbuds, so not super obvious and customers won’t notice (and didn’t notice yesterday). It’s not a matter of the earbud being too obvious or physically dangerous.)

But this shift lead told me to take my earbud out, and that I wasn’t allowed to have music due to safety concerns.

I work in a kitchen on a hot grill, and need to hear safety announcements (hot, cold, corner, behind you, etc.) as well as line alerts (for food when they run low/out). I understand that I need to hear that, & it could be a safety concern for some people. But I noticed yesterday I heard them better and processed way easier with music. So I protested, told her I worked better with it, but she kept arguing & telling me to take it out.

I pulled her into the back so I could hear better (quieter) and think/talk easier, and explained that it’s for a disability (not ‘just because’), and that when I had it yesterday, music made me way more effective and faster—and also able to process better what people said to me, which improves my safety. I also admitted I was already overstimmed and don’t think I can work today without it.

She said they don’t allow earbuds/headphones due to safety concerns, but also said she’d talk to higher-up managers (inbetween/corporate) about making an exception, which...is more than I expected after having to argue for 10mins.

She checked the handbook but it said nothing, so she told me to sit out in the lobby and that she’d let our lower tier/closest corporate person call her back to discuss more. Luckily she didn’t make me clock out at this point, so I just sat down to wait.

15mins later she came back and said that the higher ups talked to their disability advocate (¿they have one??) and agreed to send me the paperwork to accommodate music on the line.

But that also means I was sent home and I can’t work the rest of this week...cutting me down to 13½ hours instead of 28¾, making this paycheck around 31½ hours instead of 47 total (I don’t get a full 2 week paycheck yet because pay period is next Friday and I just started). That cuts my paycheck by ~$250, when I’m already struggling to get by and desperately need to replace multiple things, feed myself, and feed my cat...and pay rent too.

I’ll give them a little credit: this is fast food, and this is the first job who even escalated questions and decided to send me paperwork to allow an accommodation, let alone on day 6.

But I am so stressed about the money loss and the process of getting this done.

However,,, this is also the first time I got the courage to ask for an exception/accommodation of any kind. Normally I let myself suffer and let my performance tank until they inevitably fire me or cut my hours to make me quit. So I did a good this time. It just...sucks that it basically has consequences. I’m not allowed to work until the paperwork is filed and approved.

This is all a part of the journey I guess. I finally have the self-respect to ask. But that also means waiting to be sent paperwork and to hear back whether they’re gonna make an exception or not (AKA whether I’m gonna collapse out of this job in 3 to 6 months or not, because this accommodation would make or break my ability to sustain/maintain working fast food again).

I am disabled. This body is disabled. I can’t really accommodate the physical disabilities as well (struggling to stand for long periods of time / chronic pain), but if I can at least accommodate the mental ones...that’s something.

(before anyone asks, explicitly stating these— referenced & implied disabilities here: D.I.D., ADHD + bipolar, autism, sensory processing disorder, POTS, & chronic pain // disabilities I’m asking for accommodations for: ADHD/autism (sensory processing delays/overstim), & probably also PTSD because I already had to tell them yesterday about that (not sure about D.I.D. yet; bipolar is medicated; physical stuff is nigh impossible in fast food).)

(I won’t/can’t say which corporation I now work for; I don’t want to get in trouble for posting about them on social media or have them accuse me of acting as a spokesperson when I’m not. Too risky.)

~Nico

[theradicalace]

yknow i don't think i'd have as many problems as i do with earbuds if it werent for the fact that i simply cannot tolerate touch controls on earbuds, which nearly every single fucking earbud company insists on slapping on their godforsaken wireless earbuds. i just want an actual physical damn button to press when i want to do something, not a sensor to tap. so the skullcandies i get are literally the only brand that has button controls that are still sold in physical stores (i.e. easily replaceable when i fumble the damn things and lose them or run them through the washer or something). and i do LIKE them they're nice buds they just get these stupid random bullshit problems for no reason. like they'll stop connecting to their charging case is the most common issue i have but also this isn't the first time i've had the "randomly just get stuck in a pairing loop and refuse to ever finish pairing and fully connect" problem either