#And I can't believe I have make it so far here.

[koyagifs]

𝓹.𝓼 𝓲 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾

pairing: san x reader au: idol | best friends to lovers | genre: fluff word count: 3.4 k synopsis: throughout the years you and san sent letters to each other even with his busy lifestyle as an idol. The love letters he never knew until you handed him the last one in person. warning(s): fluff, sweet tooth rotting - literally will get cavities.

October 24, 2018

dear sannie, you've done it!! you debuted!! i couldn't have be a much prouder friend. You looked amazing on stage and in your music videos. Seeing you live your dream brings me much joy. College just started for me and im already nervous to not have you here beside me. You won't forget me right?

love, yn

San smiled at the letter, his heart swelling with warmth. He could almost hear your voice as he read it, the familiar way you always cheered him on, even from afar. Around him, his members noticed the soft expression on his face and couldn’t resist teasing him.

"What’s got you all mushy, San?" Wooyoung smirked, leaning over to peek at the letter.

San quickly folded it, keeping it close to his chest. "Just an old letter from a friend," he said, but the fondness in his tone gave him away.

"A friend, huh?" Yunho chimed in, raising an eyebrow. "You’ve been smiling at that thing for ten minutes. Must be a pretty special friend."

"She is," San admitted softly, his gaze lingering on the folded paper.

The teasing continued, but San didn’t mind. To him, that letter was more than just words on a page—it was a reminder of you, the person who had always believed in him, no matter how far apart you were. And in that moment, he felt closer to you than ever.

January 31, 2021

Dear Sannie, Congratulations on your first Bonsang! my roommate and i watched it, she's a huge fan by the way. I couldn't help but cry ha - i can already hear you call me a big baby. I can't help it. You and your members deserved the win and so much more. I hope you're doing well. Your parents had invited me over for spring break saying you'll be there. I hope i get to see you there ~

love, yn

San felt guilt creep on him when he read your letter. He had told his parents that he would try to make it for break but unknowningly had such a busy schedule (more like year) .

Spring break had come and gone, and he hadn't been able to make it home like he had promised. Promotions, rehearsals, and countless other commitments had eaten up his time. His parents had told him you were looking forward to seeing him, but it hurt him to know he had let you down, even though you likely understood.

He thought back to the letter you had sent him—your words still fresh in his mind. Your gentle, supportive tone had made him feel even worse. He knew you weren’t upset or angry, but that didn’t stop the guilt from gnawing at him. Your understanding was something he cherished, but it also made him feel even more responsible for not being able to fulfill his promise.

July 9, 2021

Dear Sannie, i saw your company confirm that you have covid. I hope you're well and getting plenty of rest. I'm worried about you, thankfully your mom is very assuring. It's been so long since we last seen each other and i think im officially have choi san withdrawals. haha only took like 4 years to have withdrawals from your annoying ass. in all seriousness, i truly do miss you san. i graduate soon, you'll be there right?

love, yn

San’s heart sank as he read your letter. The warmth of your words mixed with the concern you expressed about his health made him feel both comforted and guilty. He knew you must’ve been worried when the news of his diagnosis broke, and the last thing he wanted was to cause you any additional stress. He had been keeping a low profile, resting as much as he could, but your message reminded him of how much he missed you and how badly he wanted to be there for you.

He leaned back on his bed, sighing softly. It had been too long, and your humor—your way of bringing light to everything—was something he dearly missed. He smiled at the thought of your "Choi San withdrawals" comment, shaking his head at how much you loved to tease him. Even now, you were still able to make him laugh, even when he was feeling miserable.

July 6,2024

Your fingers were clenched around the straps of your tote bag, the weight of the letters inside feeling oddly heavy, despite being just paper. The photocard of San and Sandeoki tucked inside the bag was a small comfort, but the true contents were the letters you had written to him over the years—letters you never had the courage to send.

You had written them during moments of missing him, of wondering when you'd see him again, or just to express things you never got to say in person. Some were long, filled with stories and updates, others short and simple. But all of them were filled with love, concern, and a longing that had never truly gone away, no matter how much time passed.

Today, you decided, would be the day to let him read them. Maybe it was the fact that you had so much PTO saved up, or maybe it was just the need to reconnect after all this time. But either way, you were determined to surprise him.

You couldn’t believe it. You were in the front row, the best seat you could ever have hoped for, and the adrenaline was almost too much to handle. The energy from the crowd was contagious, buzzing through the air like electricity. The excitement around you was palpable, fans chattering and eagerly looking for their favorite idols. You felt like you were in a dream, surrounded by the cheers and anticipation.

And then, it happened.

The moment you’d been waiting for was finally here. You could feel the air in the room shift as the members made their way down the stage, waving and smiling at everyone, their energy infecting the crowd. The cheers grew louder, but amidst it all, your heart was beating so fast you thought it might explode. The closer they got, the more real the situation felt—and the more nervous you became.

Your row was the first to head up for their interaction, and now you found yourself standing up, unsure if your legs would support you. You clutched your hands together, trying to calm your nerves, but your heart was thudding in your chest. You had prepared yourself for this moment, but now that it was here, everything felt like a blur.

As you walked towards them, your gaze instinctively found him—San. He was closer now, his smile warm and genuine as he interacted with the fans ahead of you. You could hardly believe it. The boy who had been such a big part of your life, now right in front of you. Your mind was racing, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The cheering around you, the music playing softly in the background—it all faded as you focused solely on him.

Mingi’s playful tone made you laugh, and your nerves eased a little as you settled into the moment. You had always enjoyed Mingi’s energy, his teasing and carefree nature making interactions like this feel lighthearted. As he signed your album, his eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Yn, you said... hm..." he hummed thoughtfully, looking up at you. "Tell San that he's a lucky guy~" he continued with a wink, his teasing tone drawing out a laugh from you.

You couldn’t help but smile, a small blush creeping up your cheeks at his comment.

he playful banter made the nervous energy you had carried with you melt away, replaced by the warmth of his friendly presence.

Mingi handed your album back to you, his signature neatly added to the cover, before squeezing your hand lightly. "I’m glad you’re here, Yn. It’s been too long. Let’s make sure you get to see San properly later. He’s been talking about you a lot lately, actually."

Your heart skipped at his words, a mix of curiosity and excitement stirring within you. Mingi’s smile softened for a moment before he winked again, clearly enjoying the way he was getting to you.

"Don’t keep him waiting, hm?" he added teasingly.

Hongjoong’s eyes widened the moment he saw you, and the surprise was written all over his face. He stopped mid-signature, staring at you for a moment as if trying to process what was happening. It was clear that he recognized you, and that realization made the moment feel even more surreal.

"So, you're the long lost bestie, hm?" Hongjoong teased, a playful smirk forming on his lips. His tone was light, but there was a warmth in his eyes, like he was genuinely happy to see you again.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, the familiarity of his teasing making you feel right at home. "You can say that," you replied with a grin, shaking your head at how easily he had caught onto the situation. You hadn’t expected him to recognize you so quickly, but Hongjoong was always the type to notice the little details.

His eyes softened as he leaned forward slightly, clearly amused but also curious. "San’s been talking about you a lot, you know," he added with a wink, almost as if it was a secret he was letting slip.

Hongjoong’s smile widened at your words, and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he waved a staff member over. "I’m sure it’s all good things," he said with a wink, clearly enjoying the playful dynamic between the two of you. His attention shifted momentarily as he muttered something to the staff member, gesturing toward you.

You couldn’t help but feel a little curious, but you smiled at Hongjoong’s antics, knowing it was all in good fun. "It’s really nice to meet you too, Hongjoong oppa," you said, giving him a bright smile before starting to move down the line.

As you moved toward San, your heart raced even faster, the excitement mixing with a fresh wave of nerves. It had been years since you last saw him, and now, here you were—standing right in front of him again. It felt surreal, as if time had frozen for a moment, and you were about to close the distance that had stretched between the two of you.

San’s eyes met yours, and there was a flicker of recognition before his lips curled into that familiar, warm smile that made your heart skip a beat. You could see the slight surprise in his eyes, followed by a softness that only he could give you.

He took your album gently, his fingers brushing against yours as he began to sign it. The way he looked at you, his focus entirely on you, made everything feel more personal than you ever expected. His smile deepened, almost like he was processing the moment, and you could feel the weight of all those years apart—yet somehow, it felt like no time had passed at all.

"Yn…" San said your name softly, almost as if he was savoring it, and the way his voice carried your name sent a rush of warmth through you. "I didn’t expect to see you here."

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, trying to ease the nerves that had gripped you. "I didn’t expect to be here either," you replied, your voice quieter than you intended, but filled with the same affection that had always been there.

San paused for a moment, looking up at you with a tender expression. It was like he wanted to say something more, but the words got caught somewhere between his heart and his lips. Instead, he offered a quiet chuckle, almost as if he was trying to find his footing in this long-awaited moment.

"I’ve missed you," he finally said, his voice low but sincere. The words made your heart flutter, and you couldn't help but smile, your nerves slowly melting away as you soaked in the familiar presence of the person who had been such a big part of your life.

"I’ve missed you too, San," you whispered, feeling the warmth of his words wrap around you. "It’s really good to see you again."

As you handed San the stack of letters, you felt a quiet sense of relief. These were the letters you had never sent, all the thoughts and feelings you had stored over the years—now in his hands, where they belonged. He took them gently, looking up at you with a mixture of surprise and appreciation, his smile widening as he held them close.

Before any staff member could take the letters from him, San playfully shooed them away, his gaze never leaving you. "These are mine now," he said with a soft laugh, his voice warm and full of affection. You could tell he wasn’t going to let them go that easily.

Then, his eyes softened, scanning you as if noticing the smallest details for the first time in a long while. "You look amazing, by the way," he added, his tone sincere and appreciative. The compliment caught you off guard, but it made you smile—there was something about hearing it from him that made it feel even more special.

"Thanks, San," you replied, your heart fluttering a little. "You don’t look too bad yourself," you teased, trying to ease the tension with a playful tone, though the warmth you felt inside was undeniable.

He chuckled, his expression lighting up with amusement. "I’ll take that as a compliment," he said, his eyes sparkling. There was an easy, natural chemistry between the two of you, and it felt as though the years apart had only made this moment even more meaningful.

San’s fingers tightened slightly around the letters, a silent promise that he would read every single one. He met your gaze again, his eyes intense yet gentle. "I’m really glad you’re here, Yn," he said softly. "I missed you more than I realized."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding as a wave of emotion washed over you. The moment felt so intimate, so real, that it was hard to believe everything you had gone through had led to this—this moment with him, right in front of you, ready to pick up where you left off.

You weren't completely shocked when a staff member pulled you aside when you headed to the bathroom. They took you to the back where you see San's manager who looked at you with a smile.

You were a little taken aback, but the manager’s warm smile quickly put you at ease. You nodded, a bit of nervousness still hanging in the air, and bowed respectfully as you replied, “Yes, I’m Yn. It’s really nice to meet you.”

His smile widened even further, the kind of friendly, reassuring smile that made you feel comfortable. “Great!” he said, his voice light and friendly. “Hongjoong wanted to make sure you get to spend the proper time with San after the fan greeting. You don’t have anything planned afterwards, right?”

The question threw you off for a second, but the surprise quickly melted into something more like anticipation. You hadn’t expected this kind of opportunity, and you found yourself almost speechless for a moment.

“No, nothing planned,” you replied quickly, shaking your head. “I don’t have anywhere to be after this.”

The manager’s expression softened, clearly pleased. “Perfect. I’ll make sure San knows. He’ll be happy to see you again, I’m sure.”

You could barely contain the butterflies in your stomach as you processed what he had said. You were being given a chance to spend some actual time with San after the fan greeting—something you never thought would happen. It felt like the universe had suddenly conspired to bring everything full circle.

San's excitement was palpable as he made his way backstage, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by an eager energy. He had been looking forward to spending time with you since the moment he saw you during the fan greeting, and now that it was finally happening, his anticipation was nearly overwhelming.

As he hurried through the corridors, he spotted a seat near where the members had been resting—empty. His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew you must be somewhere nearby. His footsteps quickened, a smile tugging at his lips as he made his way toward the back.

He spotted the manager first, and without missing a beat, San called out, “Where is she?”

The manager’s face lit up at the sight of San, clearly enjoying the interaction. “She’s just down the hall, waiting for you.”

San’s grin grew even wider, and he didn’t waste a second. He rushed down the hallway, the anticipation rising with every step, until he finally rounded the corner and saw you. There you were, standing by the door, looking just as excited and nervous as he felt. Your presence made everything feel more real, and his heart swelled with happiness.

When you saw him, a smile broke out across your face, and before you could say anything, San was already there, walking towards you with long strides. The moment you locked eyes, the world around you seemed to fade. The years apart, the distance—none of it mattered now.

"Yn," San said your name softly, his voice full of warmth and something else, something deeper. He was standing right in front of you now, his eyes searching yours, as though taking in every little detail.

The moment San’s arms wrapped around you, everything felt like it clicked back into place. All the years apart, the distance, the longing—it all flooded back in an overwhelming rush. You could feel the tension in your body release as he pulled you in close, his warmth wrapping around you like a familiar blanket.

Tears started to blur your vision as they rolled down your cheeks, unexpected yet somehow inevitable. The years you had spent missing him, the silent ache in your chest, and the excitement of finally being here, in his arms—it was all too much. You let the emotions flow freely, no longer holding back.

San’s grip tightened around you, his hands soothingly rubbing your back, as if grounding you in the moment. His voice was soft, filled with concern, but laced with the same warmth that had always made you feel safe. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he whispered, his voice just for you. “I’m here now. I’m right here.”

His words, so familiar yet so comforting, broke something inside you, and you cried even harder. It was the release you didn’t know you needed, the culmination of everything you had kept bottled up for years.

San pulled back slightly, just enough to look at your face, his expression filled with a mix of understanding and tenderness. His thumb gently wiped the tears from your cheeks, his gaze softening as he smiled down at you. “I’m so sorry it took this long,” he whispered.

You sniffed, still overwhelmed by everything but grateful beyond words. “Me too,” you whispered back, your voice barely audible. “I didn’t know how much I needed this until now.”

San’s hands cupped your face, his forehead resting gently against yours. “You don’t ever have to wait this long again,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll make sure of that.”

San’s breath hitched slightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His heart raced as you gently pressed your lips to his, the kiss tender and full of unspoken feelings. The moment felt like it was suspended in time, both of you lost in the shared connection that had been years in the making.

The soft warmth of his lips against yours was everything you had been yearning for during the long time apart. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a promise, a shared understanding of all the moments that led up to this one. You could feel the way his hands instinctively tightened around you, pulling you even closer, as if he never wanted to let you go again.

The kiss deepened, slow and careful, as if both of you were savoring the reunion. Every little touch, every breath, felt like the culmination of everything you had missed and everything you were about to rediscover together.

When you finally pulled away, you both lingered, foreheads resting against each other, breathing heavily, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions. San’s hands remained on your face, his thumbs brushing gently against your skin as he looked at you with such softness in his eyes.

" promise?"

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “I promise.”

You smiled, a sense of peace washing over you, knowing that this time, you didn’t have to wait any longer.

[forthefictionallesbians]

I don't think we've really grappled with affini biorhythms, and their impact on society. We've all heard stories about them from overeager florets, or the urban legends about what happens if an affini decides to stay near you for too long. It's honestly kind of terrifying, knowing that our wills can be so easily subverted on the whim of our benevolent overlords.

But at the same time, I can't think of the last time I saw the parks on Tyriador-IV this crowded. Or the bars and restaurants, the bookstores and museums. Yes, some of that is undoubtedly that the old pollution has been scrubbed, transit has been made cheap and affordable, outdoor spaces have become vastly more pleasant, and we no longer need to work long hours just to survive. The affini claim that it is simply due to that, the fruits of their social reforms and alteration of our material circumstances. That is the easy narrative, one I haven't even heard the most rabid feralists question, though they see it as far more sinister than I believe it to be.

I think otherwise. If you're reading this post, I'd ask that you look, really look, at the spaces where people tend to congregate. The spaces and venues that fill up day after day. I'm willing to bet that, regardless of the planet or vessel you're on, you'll see the same thing I've noticed--people go where the affini are. Even with all the complaints I've seen independents make about their incessant flirting, or how unsettling it can be to be surrounded by florets, the majority of the humans here spend significant amounts of time hanging around areas also filled with affini. Even I've found myself doing it.

Nobody I've asked has even been conscious of this bias in their own behavior. Most seem to think I'm some feralist grasping at straws, or just plain crazy. But I'm not. I am as grateful as anybody that they got rid of the old fascist Accord and replaced it with this utopia. I just need people to take me seriously when I say that I think we're all unconsciously dosing ourselves on their biorhythm. Not to the point where we're getting tied to any one individual affini. But collectively? Our entire species is drifting towards subservience in ways we didn't even realize. I tried to avoid all affini this last week, staying in my hab to avoid any biorhythm exposure, and I almost had a panic attack. It was only after my Hab AI called for a crisis vet that I realized I used to have panic attacks all the time, and they'd stopped after the affini took over. Just being around them is subtly soothing, and we're slowly waltzing our collective way towards dependency.

I wonder how much easier to domesticate we've gotten after years of daily exposure. Not everyone is as on-the-brink as I am, and obviously there are still plenty of stubborn holdouts. But please, search your feelings. See if you enjoy being out and about, and then test whether you enjoy it as much if you're still outside but away from any affini. Everyone needs to be aware of this, even if I myself can't resist how much I enjoy their presence.

It's hard to even fall asleep without a biorhythm subtly pulsing through me these days. I'm very grateful that Phiola has been letting me sleep firmly nestled in her vines. But please, don't discount my words because I'm a ward, and will likely be a floret soon. This feels like important information to share, if just so all the rest of you wannabe independents can know just how deeply ensnared you already are.

-Eric Statler, he/they

[lilliths-not-just-httyd-blog]

every time people find a reason to start clowning on david seymour, i've learned to immediately ask myself "did he manufacture this himself and what he is trying to overshadow?"

it's very fun and cathartic to clown on the guy, don't get me wrong. but i do genuinely worry that, in many cases, he's aware that we love doing it, and is trying to bait us in one direction by making a scene of himself so that we're not looking in another when something important is happening. think how the woke sushi meme, for a while there, was seeming to overshadow the actual important discussions about kids not being fed.

news headlines will latch onto whatever is eye catching. sometimes it's the shock value, sometimes it's the absurdity, sometimes it's the comedic aspects. and i have to wonder if david is intentionally conducting himself in a way that tricks people into latching onto those eye catching spectacles.

there is no way this man is dumb enough to believe that everyone likes him and his policies. he's arrogant but he's not that dumb. and i'm sure he knows that he can leverage our hatred of him for his own gain.

i'm beginning to really believe that privatisation has been the goal from the start. it would be very easy. you simply implement a bunch of really shitty policies that fuck up the economy even more than it already was. you keep making shit worse on purpose until public services such as healthcare, ferries, social housing, all this shit is barely afloat. and right when it's about to go under, you sell it off to private firms for a cheap price. easy two step privatisation scheme. and all the while you distract everyone with unserious scandals like woke sushi and land rovers.

keep your eyes open for as long as these guys are in power. i do not trust these fuckers with anything. i'm very concerned that there's some major scheme in the works here that we're all falling victim to, something designed to strip us of public services. hell, even the fucking treaty principles bill could be a massive part of that scheme. look how massive a shitstorm that's caused; and rightly fucking so, anyone who messes with te tiriti needs to be held to account. but why the fuck is david so damn committed to this stupid fucking bill which he KNOWS will not and should not ever pass? (other than the fact that he'd a racist todger)

what else are they trying to distract us from seeing?

fight as many of these shitty bills as you can. regardless of whether it's all connected to a wider scheme or not, whether david is intentionally trying to distract us or not, whether i'm right or wrong, they still need to be fought. the economy is still being massacred regardless. bigotry is rampant among the elite. people are suffering. there's obvious government lobbying and corruption going on. we can't let anything slip under the radar.

and sweet fuck, i hope i'm just reading too far into things. if only so i don't have to give david the credit of being that intelligent ;-;

[cantfightmoonlight]

"It was a political decision I had to make because you broke the accords and killed someone and, yes, if I had walked out of the room and left Aaliyah to vote, I would have stood by her decision and the decision likely would have held, because as we already discussed, I was the one who asked for your verdict to be reconsidered. Not Nico, even if he had disagreed with it outside of those doors. You don't have to sever your personal feelings from politics. As you've said, you're not a politician. But, that is our fundamental difference and maybe you shouldn't be friends with them then."

"Understood. Rather than actually work to rectify the situation in a way that might benefit people more in the long term, I should publicly speak up on their behalf because it's nice to feel supported. Got it. You're under the threat of death just as much here as you are out there and, as I've stated a hundred times over, you're still a resident of this town. Town hall is still obligated to protect you. God forbid your fate winds up in the hands of Ben and the Coalition though as if they're such awful people to put your faith in," She slipped her hands into her pockets and gave him a small shrug.

"Say what you like, Rohan. I voted the way I did and you put every person in that room, all of your so called friends, in that position to when you took a life. You want to talk about an accident? You didn't just accidentally bring back the dead. You had to recite a complex dark magic spell, fully knowing what it could do. You took someone from this world and rid their family of all the time they could have had with them. Now, while I'm not one to judge given that every vampire has 'cheated' death in a way, that spell wasn't done unintentionally. Not fully and I didn't rob you of your magic. As far as I knew, the only consequence you'd face for the life you took and the law you broke at the time would be not being able to join some organizations you couldn't join anyway and having to leave the coven after you endangering them all. What the coven chose on top of that, I don't agree with. But, the fate we all decided in that room for you, pales in comparison to the fate you bestowed upon them. You have your life. They can't say the same and, you can be upset about it. You're entitled to that. But, we're entitled to be upset and disappointed in you for what you did as well."

"You say you should have been punished, but you complain about it and end friendships over it. Understood," She shrugged once more. "Maybe you shouldn't have bothered to search or visit then." She had never once implied that he should take it with a smile, but he could believe what he wanted at this point. She was done, regardless. "I never said you should have been more conscientious of my feelings then. I said that because of your reaction, which you are entitled to, I am feeling a certain way now. Present tense and I would like to work through it to preserve our friendship, if you'd be willing to have the conversation. But, you'd rather call it, so be it. Goodbye Rohan and good riddens," She flashed him a smile as she turned to walk away.

END.

Rohan shrugged. "Well, most people gossip, I guess. Maybe Todd doesn't actually, but from my few interactions with him, he tends to live only in the here and now. Maybe we should strive more toward that." He shook his head, but looking up to meet Meena's eyes, he narrowed his own.

"Uh...yes? If Aaliyah had voted to ban me in your absence, it would have held. That's all. But I mean, I avoided Nico in the beginning too. Don't think I didn't. Really. He and I just came to an understanding eventually, and I got a sense that he didn't agree with the choice. At the same time, you and I had had discussions in the past about the clan in the event I turned. Nico and I hadn't, and certainly JC and I hadn't, although yes, I suppose he would want most people in the pack." He knit his brow. "And look, there's a fundamental difference, Meena. You see all of this as a political decision you had to make. I'm not mad at people making political decisions. But I'm not able to sever personal feelings from politics, and hey, that's why I'm not the politician. At the end of the day, I see it as people I considered friends leaving me out on my own. For all the reasons they did. And not just you either. Certainly Poppy. Certainly the Fae, who did it all symbolically."

He pressed a hand to his aching forehead. "Even if the majority had ruled, yes, of course, it would have still been nice to know that people who disagreed had spoken up on my behalf. Would it have changed the decision? No. Would it would have made a difference to me? Yeah. And I don't know. You'd have to ask the pack. I'm not in it, nor have I ever been."

Rohan narrowed his eyes. "That room exiled me with the knowledge I can't leave this town under threat of death. I'll say whatever I want to say about it." He threw up his hands. "Come on. As if it's something that just happened on its own? On accident? Meena, you voted for it. And fine, you'd do it again. There. Good. Settled. This is the consequence of that. I was hurt in the crossfire, and I'm allowed to feel however I want to feel about that."

He sighed, raising an eyebrow. "When your turn as mayor is up, I'll vote for whoever I think is the best candidate. That's how it works, right? Again, being mayor is not something that just happened on its own, Meena. If you don't want to do it, stop doing it. Or don't." He raised his brow. "Of course I did! And I'm living with the consequences of it every day. I lost my powers. I have no protection in this town. I'm out here on my own, even now. I've never said I shouldn't have been punished, and I have been."

Rohan grit his teeth. "I needed space, Meena. I was raw and lost and vulnerable. I needed space. And months later? I still searched for you. I still came to visit you in recovery. I ran into you today and apologized and offered you a ride. But this isn't a legal technicality I didn't like. It's my life. Every aspect of my existence in this town. I don't have a 'stance on the matter.' My friends voted to exile me. Was it really a great shock that I may have been upset about that? I know I took a life. I live with that. I strive to make amends for that. I accept I deserve punishment for that. I've been punished for that. And if I deserve more, then I'll have to take it, but I'm not perfect enough to take it with a smile."

Rohan's expression darkened. "So have I. Multiple times. So has my husband. So have most of us. I don't think your feelings are ridiculous. I never said that. What I said was ridiculous is you saying to me I should have been more conscientious about your feelings when feeling mine about something you did. And I did apologize, Meena. I apologized for hurting you in response to me being hurt, and I got a big explanation of all the reasons why I shouldn't have felt hurt in the first place. So let's call it. I'm done. You have a great rest of your day."

[bittersweet-jack-of-no-trades]

Imagine this: you're a nearly incomprehensible amount of miles from shore, nothing around you but the cold, karmic sea. You're not the most experienced sailor, but you've heard the rumors. Rumors of creatures so fantastical even a mere picture will net you enough to pay your rent for a few months. Rumors of treasures that you could use to pay off your student debt and then some. Rumors of oceanic spells and areas that could cure you or a loved one of an ailment or a disease. Whatever your reason, you're out on the sea, and you haven't found your treasure, and there's a storm rolling in. Maybe you've been this far out but not in a storm, maybe you can weather the storm but the vessel you're in can't, maybe you simply have no experience with any of it--- no matter the exact cause, pitching on waves that grow taller and harsher by the minute, you have no choice: you send off an emergency flare, the bright red of it winking against the black, swirling storm clouds.

You have little hope someone will see or find you: who else could possibly be in this random square of the ocean, which you only know is significant because of these stories? Before you meet your watery fate, however, you see the vessel: a sleek, strapping, massive research vessel, search lights blinding in the faux night of the downpour, its massive engines propelling it confidently through the tumultuous waters. The crew is surprising small for a vessel of this size, but efficient, and they pull you on deck without fuss or fight.

You're greeted by the captain--- or, rather--- the captains. Maybe you hit your head, because there are two of them, and they're identical.

One peers down at your rickety vessel, which, overtaken, vanishes beneath the waves. You swear you see swirling tentacles underneath the surface of the murky waters. "Yep," he says, "been there, done that. That's a sign you need an upgrade. I know just the guy... it might cost you, though..."

The other makes sure you get inside, where it's warm. "Ignore my brother," he insists, and gets you a warm mug of tea. "Welcome aboard--- let's get you back to port. Say, though--- did you see anything odd or unusual out there? Any eldritch nightmares haunting your dreams of late? For research purposes, of course."

It's sitting in the mess, sipping at your tea, that you work up the courage to talk to the red-haired mate, who can't be much out of her teenage years; you figure you should make sure, at least, that you haven't been captured by pirates.

She laughs. "Those dorks, pirates? As if. Believe me, you're in safe hands--- unless you're allergic to bad jokes. Then maybe stay away from Stan." She smiles and sweeps a hand out, gesturing to the whole vessel. "The captains were in your shoes not too long ago, so they got something a little better than their old sloop. Welcome to the R/V Stan o' War III--- don't get too attached, or you'll find yourself staying with these old buggers."

You press on, and ask what, exactly, they're doing science on. Plankton? Pollution? Deep sea animals?

The mate smirks. It's obviously a question she heard before.

"Nothing so complicated. We research one thing here: mystery."

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain God 59

(Prev) (Next) (First)

*Scar's pov*

You never really liked hospitals, they are empty and dull and white and you go there only when something bad happens... Never a pleasant experience, you of all people have bad memories of them...

This time It's really silent too, the association pulled all the steps to keep Grian far from other patients, maybe to prevent his identity being discovered by someone wandering around.

Cub stops you in front of the door right before you can enter.

"Before we go in, Altostratus and Ocean Queen don't know Cuteguy's identity"

You forgot about that, you didn't even consider it... you feel awful, you got distracted and- not the time, you'll feel bad later, you can just ask Grian what he wants to do...yeah.

Altostratus crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. "And?"

You are the one to speak up this time around. "A-and the choice to reveal his identity is still his" Your words get caught up on eachother a bit but they must understand what you are trying to say.

"So, I'm going with Cub to ask him if he wants to do it." That should be ok right?

Altostratus goes to say something but is shushed by his wife (You are still shocked about that and no, you will not let this go, how did no one notice??). She nods in his place and hits him the head slightly when he tries to protest...

You open the door and step in, there is a corridor in front of you and at the end of it is Grian's room, as you do you hear Ocean Queen call Altostratus a "Nincompoop" from behind the door...you have no idea what that means and at this point you don't think you even want to ask.

Grian is waiting for you, you don't really question how he knew you were coming, as far as you know he just has been waiting like that for hours... You hope he hasn't done that. Maybe he just heard you! That makes more sense! You didn't really care about the noise you made so he must have noticed when you and Cub came in.

"Scar! Cub! Finally!"

He's excited? You of course It's good that he's doing good of, that's the most important thing, butbyou didn't expect this from someone who just woke up from almost dying. You just don't know how to feel, you expected him to be angry or sad or something, more then that it feels like you don't deserve to see him so happy since he got hurt because of you being careless.

"You can't believe how bored I was! Here all alone ... waiting!"

He was...bored? The room is mostly empty except for some medical machine stuff, that does seem like it would be pretty boring. You are wondering if your thought about him waiting for you the whole time might actually be what happened- Wait, you need to say something, you are usually a lot better at talking over thinking.

"Well, eh...no time to be bored with me here. And I brought friends!"

Cub nods and adds "They are heroes...but still, seeing them would have you reveal their identity to them, Scar insisted we ask you first. I agree with him."

...

Grian looks thoughtful, this is probably a really big choice for him so you understand he might need some time to make the choice-

"Sounds good to me!"

Nevermind! That was a bit fast though, you hope he doesn't feel like he has too.

"Are you sure Grian? You can say no, no one is-"

"Nah! I'm sure, bring them in! I wanted to meet the others for a while now anyway."

Oh. Oh? Oh! Well, that's good news then Cub nods again and leaves to get the others... Hopefully they'll get along well.

...

Well this is weird, Altostratus and Grian are just staring at eachother. Like they know eachother already??? I mean, Altostratus is a top hero so it makes sense for Grian to know OF him but this feels different, like they met face to face.

But you would know if something like that happened right? Grian would have definitely told you. Cub beats you to it though, you aren't surprised he noticed it too, he's very smart about these things.

"Do you two know eachother already?"

The two answer at the same time, Grian with a no and Altostratus with a yes....Ok so, something strange is definitely going on here, you akwardly look between the two. For a second Grian looks actually angry???? Frustrated at least. You don't think you ever seen him make an expression like that, it disappears immediately but you can swear it was there.

. . . Huh

*End of Chapter 11*

[13eyond13]

why does l say that he wanted light to be kira/ that he wouldn’t be satisfied unless light was kira?

i thought it was an ego thing bc he wants his deductions to be right but is that the only interpretation?

Hi anon! Thanks for the old school "interpretation of Death Note canon" ask, I appreciate you making me dust off my analysis skills. Took a dive back into my blog to see if i could find any posts I'd made about this moment in the past, and reblogged a handful of posts before this just in case anything on there is of interest to you as well.

(Disclaimer that I haven't read/watched Death Note in a long time now so my takes are not the freshest, that I could possibly be forgetting some things from canon, and also that my posts are always just my own personal opinion, etc.)

So the way I personally interpret this moment is that L actually IS being honest about it to Light here. I think he DOES want Light specifically to be Kira, meaning that as he's worked on this case over time he has come to want this particular thing to be true. And I think he possibly just realized that it's true himself in that moment, and then decided to share that revelation with Light.

I think L would have multiple reasons for genuinely wanting Light to be Kira and also telling Light this, such as:

A. as you said, he can't stand being wrong and wants to prove himself right about the biggest hunch he has in this entire case. He's had a VERY strong intuition about Light being Kira based on the investigating he'd done thus far and the strong similarities he sensed between himself and Light's and Kira's personalities and manner of thinking, and he hasn't exactly been shy about voicing this to everybody all along either. L has a lot of pride wrapped up in proving himself correct and winning at this game! Being proven wrong about this hunch in particular would be a huge blow to his confidence and his ego and somewhat taint his spotless record as the best detective there ever was.

B. because he likes opposing Light in particular. I think Light actually IS special to L in a weird way. In the manga L is introduced as a detective who can solve any case, but who only takes on cases that personally interest and entertain and challenge him, and Light's been a very clever and mysterious and cheeky and tricky opponent for him so far. Probably the most interesting and challenging one he's ever had yet. And on some level L is genuinely enjoying the cat-and-mouse games and the intellectual company and rivalry that Light provides him. This is the FIRST TIME EVER L has ever had to go so far as to reveal himself in person, after all. By this point L has likely become more personally involved in this case and made himself more vulnerable to the other investigators and the suspects than any other one he's ever worked on. It would be very difficult for him to completely refrain from getting emotionally invested at all, and also pretty jarring for him to suddenly have to pivot completely to chasing somebody else after getting in so deep and putting so much on the line!

C. because he might be trying to antagonize Light on purpose by saying something that he knows will probably piss him off badly and then watching how he reacts (and indeed, in the manga we see L having some surprisingly chill musings about this very stuff even as Light is punching him in the face, lol). I think L sometimes just likes pissing Light off or testing him or goading him into a reaction whenever he's in a particularly combative mood...

There's also the possibility that maybe L was just being super oblivious/unsympathetic and didn't 100% think through how that statement might come off to a suspect before he said it (but I'm inclined to believe that he did think it through, given the way he muses about it as he's getting punched).

[baphometsss]

AND ANOTHER THING oml I'll shut up in a minute I swear

Solas's view of the modern people of Thedas obviously influenced the way he saw his relationships with them. How could he connect with people so disconnected from the Fade when he himself was borne from its magic? There's no bridge for them to meet on because he himself severed it, unlike the ancient elvhen or spirit friends he made before. The mental circles this man was running in I stg... It would've only heightened his sense that the Veil needed to come down urgently, so he could bring his 'true' or 'real' friends back.

Yet he does end up forging bonds with the inner circle because ironically it's only through that process of being disconnected from his past (and by extension, his relationships, which up until this point have all been with spirits or manifested spirits) that he's able to be more authentically himself than ever before. There's no pretence of Fen'harel. At what point does he stop seeing his friends in the Inquisition and his love for the Inquisitor as inferior to the bonds he forged with the ancient elves and spirits? When does he start seeing them as 'real', and that Felassan was right? You can very easily say that his friendships with the Inquisition were strong enough to be at least equal to them, that without a war or a rebellion to spearhead, his true nature could shine through more clearly than it had in aeons. I would even go as far as saying that it reminded him of his friendship with Mythal, the version of her he treasured most--her spirit form, which she did not value as much as he did, because it was where they were at their simplest and most peaceful. While distracted from the weight of duty and responsibility, he found that place once again--only this time, from within a physical body, possibly for the first time ever.

However, I do truly believe what Trick was saying when they said that in order to fully appreciate the emotional depth of Solas you have to romance him. Falling in love with the Inquisitor adds a layer of depth to his character that can't be found with friendship. Like I said, the friendship is obviously important enough, but for this man, who has canonically never known romantic love, he finds himself understanding it on a level he could never have anticipated.

Pardon me while I get a bit philosophical here, but I think true love (platonic or romantic) is how we touch infinity. You go beyond yourself in love; your ego transcends and you live in total alignment not just with your own being but the being of another. Experiencing that romantically after only ever witnessing it from the outside is one thing; to be made a part of that kind of love in such an all-consuming way (which is in itself a spiritual experience) is another thing entirely.

Now imagine being an immortal manifested spirit of Wisdom who thinks he's seen it all, enough to be cocksure that a romance won't disrupt your plans or make you consider abandoning your duty, and then... boom. You fall in love with a mortal, and it totally consumes you and makes you consider the true breadth of your own existence and meaning in the world the way only romantic love does, and now you think you've actually changed so dramatically that uhh... yeah. Those plans might not be the best idea after all. Maybe this love is greater than duty, maybe it's greater than the sunk cost fallacy and the mental circles you've been running around in for thousands of years. Maybe this is worth saving more than the Empire of Elvhenan.

That's, I think, the moment he realises that he was wrong about his relationships in the past being more important, and when he realises that the love he shares with these mortals is equally, or even more, important than those bonds from the past. Because these people don't make him pine for spirithood like he did with Mythal and Felassan. And if this is the case, what does he lose, on balance, with all he has gained? The ancient elves have been gone a long time already by this point, and as Cole points out--they're not gone so long as you remember them. In fact, Solas wants to give up his goals, he wants to give up his dream of seeing Elvhenan restored and Mythal avenged. He says so himself and very nearly follows through.

The problem is that he can't. He can't give up now. It's already in motion. It's too late. All his understanding and revelations have to fall by the wayside so he can see it all through. His own heart has to die so he can bring back what he thought he wanted most before. The guilt alone would be enough to destroy him, so giving it up would never have worked anyway. The catch-22 is the tragedy, and how he becomes more corrupted--because now he has to go against his own wisdom and heart.

[beef-brisket]

He wasn't used to someone showing him so much attention. If Adamnwas to have sex, he'd usually take the lead. Which he didn't mind, but this felt so different and strange. But in a good way.

Adam moaned as Lucifer's hand slipped under his lingerie and touching his sensitive skin.

In the bad of his mind, he was waiting for someone to jump out with a video camera, to laugh and point at him. But, he found his mind was melting in the best way.

Each time Lucifer touched him, he felt genuine and loving. Something Adam hadn't felt in a long time. And it scared him.

He shuddered, watching as Lucifer maneuvered himself, so he was between Adam's legs. When Lucifer started kissing down his stomach, he knew he was a lost cause. He was so hard and wanted Lucifer in ways he never thought possible.

He hasn't had feelings like this for the Devil since Eden. And look how well that went.

Lucifer will leave again. How couldn't he? If he couldn't stand him in Eden, how could he stand Adam now? He was insufferable. His body is so different, and not in a good way, and his personality was crafted to keep people away, so why is he still here? Lucifer should be leaving. Running, even.

Lucifer: Ad? Adam?

Blinking, Adam slowly looked down at Lucifer. He hated the look in his eye. It was filled with concern and pity. Of course, he'd be concerned. How couldn't he be?

Adam: Hm? Yeah?

Lucifer smiled softly and reached up to cup Adam's face: You're crying, Ad.

Eyes widening, Adam rubbed his eye, and sure enough, he was. The fuck was wrong with him? He hasn't cried in years, so why was he doing it so much today? The only two times he's cried and it had to be in front of Lucifer.

He didn't even cry when he died, and being stabbing over and over fucking hurt.

Since when did he become so pathetic?

Lucifer: Addy? Adam? Come back to me, please.

Adam tried and failed not to blush as Lucifer made himself bigger so he could comfort Adam properly. He held the back of Adam's head, and pulled him close.

Closing his eyes, Adam tried to ignore the delicious strain in his legs because of having them spread so far apart to accommodate Lucifer's bigger form. Why was this turning him on so much?

Adam: I-I'm here, sorry-.

Lucifer kissed his cheek: Don't apologise. I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable because that's the last thing I want to do, Adam. I swear. I want you to feel good, too.

Adam rested his hands on the small of Lucifer's back, feeling the skin where his shirt had ridden up.

Adam: I-I feel good.

Lucifer pulled back and looked in Adam's golden eyes: Please tell me what's wrong. If it's something I can fix, I will.

Adam: ...You can't fix me, Lu.

Lucifer smiled and kissed his nose: Maybe not... but I can give it a crack, don't you you think?

Adam: You don't need to- you shouldn't have to. I'm the first man, I'm the protector, I should be looking after you- I-I've already failed, so many times. I... I don't want you to leave, again... I-I want to keep you close, but I know if I do, it'll hurt so much more when you find someone better, or when Lilith comes back. I don't want to hurt amymore, but I don't want to be alone. I-I don't know how to-.

Lucifer: Adam, hey, take a breath.

The king gave Adam a few minutes to calm down, and even out his breathing: I can make all the promises in Hell, but really, they mean nothing. Nothing, if I don't put in the work, if I don't show you that I want you. That I won't leave you. You're so hurt, Adam, so broken. And... I've thrown my stones at you, chipping away whatever is left. But, I swear to you, I'll put in the work. To make you see and feel how much I care about you, how much I value you, how much I want you, and won't leave you. I know, this most likely sounds empty, but as king, amd your fallen angel, I'll put in the work to prove it to you.

Adam's eyes were staring up at Lucifer. He couldn't believe what he was saying. It sounded too perfect and too good to be true.

But he wanted to believe him. Adam was over his head being so negative and fucked up. He wants love, so badly. He craves it.

He just never thought it would be Lucifer. But his heart was already fluttering at the thought.

Adam nodded and hugged Lucifer tightly. He was so warm and soft whe. He was small, but not that he's bigger than Adam? He feels protected. And safe. And so, so warm.

Adam: P-Please- I want to love you. I want to try... I-I don't want to hurt anymore.

Lucifer smiled and kissed Adam's neck: Let me love you, Adam. Let me show you how much you deserve it.

Adam: S-Show me, please... my king~.

Pin Me (To Your Bed)

@beef-brisket

Happy Valentine's Day Everyone! 💖

-

Charlie was so excited to help Angel set up his idea, it was a great way to help people with their body image and self confidence.

Adam was leaning against the wall as he watched the photo shoot area be set up. Angel wanted everyone to do a pin up photo shoot for Valentine's Day to help their self-esteem and feel sexy.

Angel: Hey mister pouty pants, come help me with the outfits.

Adam sighed and made his way over, the clothing rack held many linguire outfits, short shorts, and leather pieces of clothing.

Adam: Angel, I've seen tissues bigger than this thing.

He held up what looked like a G string and Angel laughed.

Angel: Oh relax! And it's all in fun big guy, besides if you wore something sexy who's to say short, pale, and hunky won't be all over you.~

Adam flushed, he knew it was a bad idea to tell Angel about his feelings for Lucifer. But as long as the short King doesn't hear he guessed it was fine.

Adam: Shut up.

Speaking of Lucifer, he was just done hanging the lights when he floated down smiling at the pair.

Lucifer: Those are umm.... Interesting outfits Angel.

Angel: Aren't they?~ You're dressing up too aren't ya short King?

Lucifer coughed into his fist: W-Well, maybe. I have an image to maintain I can't wear anything too scandalous. You understand.

Adam tried and failed to not picture Lucifer only wearing that G string that would barely cover his dick.

Angel smirked: Oh yeah of course.~ I'll make it all very tasteful for everyone, all within a comfort zone they like. But how about you show a little skin? Like right here.~

He pointed to his stomach area and Lucifer felt warm, he looked at Adam who was looking at him maybe zoned out. Would he like that?

Lucifer: Y-yeah I guess that's fine.

[yohangaontdj]

The Devil Judge Rewatch Ep 8 (Part 1)

We're halfway through the drama and this time, I just have to start from the end cause how can we ever forget this - the highlight of this episode.

The two of them on the bridge, looking in the same direction and finally standing side by side.

Look at Yohan, how immensely satisfied he was like he had gotten what he wanted.

And to me, the next bit that Yohan says, I swear it is his wedding vow.

Instead of the usual - in sickness and in health, in blah blah blah till death do us part. Yohan had instead promised revenge for Gaon's sake. And maybe you might think I'm twisted, but its just so much more better than the usual vow. Cause what better way to show your love than to swear that u will kill and destroy anyone who dare to make your spouse cry (and Gaon did cry a lot in this episode).

Reminds me so much of John Wick which is another series of movies I'm so in love with.

And now, we have Gaon's response that is like what a pair of lovers would say. How it's like the two of them together against the entire world.

Okay the photo above is doctored by me. It didn't happen in the drama and Gaon never said that two words - with you.

But I can't help creating a fake one cause it fits so well with what Gaon had said earlier. And sorry! For misleading you like this and to TVN as well.

And we have Yohan and Gaon staring at each other with so much emotions on their faces.

They must MUST have kissed after this. It will be a sin if they hadn't. Not with the amount of tension between them.

The next bit, let's go back in time to another favourite scene of mine. Gaon walking out on Professor Min and choosing Yohan instead.

And how in the world did Yohan do it? Arriving perfectly on time to pick up Gaon.

Did he make K watch and report to him from somewhere nearby. Or did he get Elijah to hack into every available CCTV in the area?

Even Professor Min hadn't got the time to stand up yet.

And this, nothing more need to be said, except to feast our eyes on it.

And going further back in time, we have a furious Gaon.

Doing this in Yohan's office.

It's just so sensual. The way he took Yohan's chair. Sitting there like he didn't give a damn that this is Yohan's seat of power - his throne in a way. And in the past, if Gaon were to do exactly that, he will have been beheaded for the affront he had caused.

And I love TDJ for the details they had put in. Just one little act - Gaon taking Yohan's chair and we know, he's about to go on an all-out confrontation with Yohan.

And it's just so hot and sexy having Gaon sitting in Yohan's chair. Taking over Yohan's personal space like he had the right to own it. And I like to imagine Yohan and Gaon, doing something more in that seat that is now shared equally between the two of them.

Have reached my photo limit again and see u in Ep 8, Part 2.

[skrunksthatwunk]

this show is melting my fucking organs

[themotherofallthings]

Sorry to tag on here but I'm hoping to provide a different perspective.

For anyone who has been here a while, understands the anonymous posters frustrations. We have all lived this over and over again. But having seen this play out over the years, I've just sort accepted that this is as far as he and his team can take him. I don't say this with any malice or any loss of faith in Louis' abilities, talents or perserverance. I believe anything is possible of him.

But, and it's a big but, his team can only deliver him so far. The one ongoing issue that has handicapped every marketing/pr team that turns up to promote Louis is his past. Whatever that nail in the coffin was that prevents his music from being played on the radio, still exists and no amount of pr will undo that damage.

What they have succeeded in doing outside of the convential, mainstream efforts, has been pretty good. Not perfect, but good. They have tried, over the years to tie him to different markets to bring in new fans organically. The Eurocup a few years ago, exposing him to soccer/football fans. The F1 racing circuit and adding his music to their playlists. An entire summer of festivals providing huge exposure to new fans. And now the NFL/Super Bowl. The fact that mainstream media hasn't clapped on to his presence, is not his teams fault. His name is in the press releases but no one outside of his fandom knows him in the US (without the 1D qualifier). And it's relatively unlikely, seeing him is going interest anyone in his music, especially since he's not performing.

Ultimately, everything that they've done over the years has been in an attempt to reach a wider audience. More indie; more male; more general public without much success. But part of the effort means that Louis has to be accessible. He has to be everywhere. He has to attend award show after parties and walk red carpets and do photo spreads, on top of all of the stuff he's already doing. He has to play the fucking game and almost overexpose himself because he doesn't have the luxury of his music/radio play/streaming or viral TT mementum to push him forward in the public consciousness.

And part of me believes he's not willing to do that. Mostly because he's been there, done that, but also because the gamble of overexposure without the music exposure/cred behind him, may not pay off and he's left just being "that 1D guy" who shows up everywhere. And that's not a good look or a good feeling.

Louis is proud. He knows he's talented. He knows he has what it takes, he's willing to work for it and he has the confidence to pull off anything but ulimately, success or fail, he has to also have the mainstream radio championing him on as well. And sadly, I feel, that ship has sailed. I don't see that changing in the immediate future with LT3. I pray to god every night that I'm wrong. I want to be wrong. I need to be wrong. For his sake and all of ours.

So here we sit, facing the same reality we did 7-8 years ago, blaming his team because what else can we do? They've thrown everything they can at it and it's not moving the needle. Not in streams/listeners, not in radio play and sadly not even in viral moments on TT.

So my shift in perspective is this. I focus on what he has; what he has built for himself over the last several years. I focus on seeing Louis happy. I focus on him loving the music he is making. I focus on him thriving during tour and living out his dream performing at festivals.

We don't know what he wants in his heart of hearts, so we can't "he deserves more" away the reality of the industry he works in. If they wanted him to have mainstream success he'd have it. We all know "deserving it' means shit in an industry that prioritize $$ and celeb culture over talent and work ethic.

Plenty of artists would kill for a career like Louis' and he knows this. So he takes what he has and shows his gratitude for it and us. And if it gets him a few more fans or some sort of recognition for his efforts, he's happy but ultimately will keep on doing his own thing. So regardless of what comes next, I am excited to see what the future holds.

I apologize for the long-winded reply. I hope it helps even the tiniest bit to alleviate the frustrations we've all felt over the years.

#peace

Hi Gina, hope you're doing well!!

I've sent you similar asks a couple of times before over the years, but everytime I see it I just can't help but express my frustration. As someone who works in marketing and hears the words "do something that'll go viral" almost everyday from different brands, I get so disappointed in Louis's PR.

Everytime he comes back in the news a little again I get my hopes up thinking that it might actually lead to something but then it just suddenly stops. I feel like his team doesn't actually have a marketing plan and they just wake up one day wanting to make Louis's name trend and then forget about it or get bored after a week.

Even now - going to Zayn's show (not saying it was completely for PR, but definitely planned), then the walls promo, collaborating with youtube and spotify instagram pages, and now going to the superbowl which will be filled with celebrities (you cannot make me believe ever that he's actually there for the American football) - it's all to get him in the news. But why? My guess it for absolutely nothing!!

As always he'll be active for a bit and disappear again, having done all this for nothing, because I don't see an album or even a single coming anytime soon, so this bit of PR will also be forgotten like everything else!!

It took me a couple years, but I've given up all hope in his team at this point!! I really really hope he meets some better people at some point who can position him better, because he definitely deserves and has the potential for it!!

Sorry for the rant. Have a great day!!!!

Hi sweetheart. I was actually just talking about this with @apparentlybychance yesterday. Ah was saying she was checking his social mentions (or whatever the hell it’s called) and he had a huge spike when he went to Zayn’s show, and then nothing. And he’s barely been mentioned in connection to the Super Bowl.

I have no idea what his team is doing. The meet up with fans seemed only for fandom. The Super Bowl attendance isn’t making a blip outside of fandom. It’s just weird.

[kushanna]

"it was all set out in our contract from the beginning. when kinzo's life ended, all the gold i lent him and all of the assets he created would be given to me" i really didn't need a red truth to tell me kinzo was dead, did i. it was pretty much tacit understanding. he had to be dead for the ritual to even start. fml 🤦🏻‍♀️

[faultyconscience]

if barb really thought her husband was just a naive idiot or any other dumb things i've read and just wanted to be a completely vindictive cunt, coop would not even be allowed to see janey, let alone have any kind of custody of her.....

[iceclew]

Ok, listen I'm not saying I'm ANYWHERE near ready to properly got this thing worked out, but I am very much infected by the idea of Markiverse AU with KafHoshiMina dynamics. (I'm definatelly not spending my free time rewatching Unus Annus clips for it, and redrawing like every seconds scene with them, just because. of that.)

help this is getting out of hand already..

[blujayonthewing]

reflecting on how all of my other DMs have gone above and beyond to lovingly weave my and my friends' backstory elements into the larger worldbuilding of the campaign by contrast to all of the ways Elyss' DM has gone out of his way to suppress or excise any influences her family may have ever had on anything and I'm genuinely near tears over it