#DID YOU HEAR HME

[spaciebabie]

They had no right to give those monkeys immense amounts of rizz

THIS IS WHAT IM SAYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 WHY ARE THEY SO SEXY!!!!!!!!!!!!

his laugh here breathes heavily. whyu diffd they dop this why did they make him laugh so . im gonna be sick

[th3-c0ll3ct3r]

Go support Vtuber Froot

TLDR IN COMMENTS

And before I see the comments about her allegedly cheating I just locked into it on my Twitter and the person who claims she cheated has publicly stated before this she hate Froot, was found to be editing screenshots, putting racist and allowing racist things to happen in her discord server, starting deleting nudes of vtubers for no reason, made up the "everybody makes mistakes" story by editing together out of context clips and creating a narrative and their only defence was that their edgy.

https://youtu.be/ulT3URmd5-g?si=c7X4wFXJ1UHMaTGD

https://youtu.be/jXRHToTzOuY?si=cu6e9pMJe_TMAe5_

People taking the story that face value is wild. I'd like to tell people that's saying that she cheated was a cover up because it's a manipulation tactic used by abusers and people who don't like you to basically get the first word in before something happens so it can be used as defense in the long run.

Like you do one thing someone takes it out of context and now you're at fault, and you can't say anything anymore because of it.

It is clear, Amt-hme (hime??) Did not like Froot. It's clear when her discord server and it's clear everywhere else. So for her to go out of her to scrap together alleged screenshots and alleged accounts then editing them together to make it seem as something it was not is the exact thing that I predicted would happen. Because now she's got little thing out and it was copyright striked and taken down people thought they were trying to silence the truth in actuality there was no truth there. I've linked someone who found some edited screenshots from the now apparently deleted documentary (another version is up but I do not know what this the original), it's clear most of it is not true, people don't even know if that's actually her discord, and Froot addressed it because the clips of her addressing it were edited together out of context. The only person who says anything about it is Ironmouse, who says that it's weird people are harassing her over something she didn't do and then taking pictures of themselves next to her leaked nudes, stolen off of a Google Cloud.

Ex husband, has not said a single thing. I thought he did but I was wrong. He has never in the entire history of the abusive relationship called around for allegedly cheating on him with five men from discord. He tried to claim she was cheating for other reasons which was disproven by her and you can check the timelines. The only person to have everything about her cheating is someone who would publicly hates her guts, and has edited screenshots in her favor.

Those accounts from those people who say "yeah she did", do not sound confident. You can hear them agreeing with what ant-hme says and it's almost like they're reading a script and then putting it into that own words, they are also been on her discord long enough to know that ant-hme (who I'll be calling AH not bc it's funny but bc it's shorter) that she despises Froot.

She literally came in with a point and no evidence. You can dislike someone but making a whole two hour documentary with edited screenshots and alleged Witnesses who do not know what they're doing is something that goes beyond the level of shady.

[meepmorpperaltiago]

Can I ask for a prompt from that list? :3 If so 6 or 12 haha? (Otherwise just ignore me, but thanks again for coming up with this

I finally got round to number 6 (I’m going to start working on 12 at some point too! thanks so much for requesting this and for helping me with so many of the prompts - hope you enjoy this fic

“Ok, you know the plan – we’ve been living and breathingthis operation for months.”

As Jake repeats the words he said to Amy just prior to theirparents meeting for the first time, his then-fiancée now-wife isn’t presentthis time. Instead, he stares around at their colleagues intensely, movingcloser to them.

“We are going to throw Amy the dopest surprise baby showerin the history of surprise baby showers” he says, slamming a binder that wouldmake her proud down onto the desk he specifically moved just for this verydramatic flourish.

“Everything within this binder is also behind me on thisboard that I definitely didn’t spend four hours making, so feel free to perusethat as you wish…. Amy got me a word of the month calendar for Christmas – now,does everybody know their assignments?”

Everybody stares blankly.

“Come on, guys, I’ve been through this with you. Charles,you’re in charge of food and Terry, you’re supervising him so he doesn’t putany eyeballs or… ball balls…into the snacks.”

“Yep, that’s fair enough”, Boyle says, nodding in agreement.

“Rosa, you’re going to Gina’s house to construct a playlistthat Amy will love tonight, right?”

“Yep, on it”

“Ok, great – whilst Amy is out at her weekly library sessiontomorrow night, Kylie and I will decorate our apartment and then you’ll allcome around with all your stuff before everyone else arrives, got it?”

Everyone nods.

“Look guys, I know I might be coming off a little intenselyabout this. But with everything Amy’s going through, I just want to give herthis one perfect thing, y’know?”

“You will Jake – it’ll be a perfect night, we’ll make sureof it”, Terry says, coming up to pat him on the shoulder.

 -

As Jake looks around proudly at the apartment they’ve justfinished decorating with classy silver balloons and ribbons, his eyes quicklyskim over their also recently decorated nursery. The excited butterflies he’shad ever since they saw the plus sign that changed their lives forever returnand the rising tide of fear about… well, everything, starts to wash over him ashe thinks of everything that could go wrong, that he could mess up, in the nexteighteen years. But he pushes it down for now – the time for freaking out willbe another day. Tonight is all about Amy.

He texts the soon to be woman of the hour, to check howshe’s doing.

Hey babe, how’re youdoing? (are you proud of me for my perfect grammar skillz??)

I was until you said‘skillz’ (jk I love you so much never change). And I’m ok, but there wasn’tmuch at the library, so I’m on my way home right now xxxxx

Jake shuts his phone down.

“Mamma maggalione….”

-

 As soon as Jake tells Kylie what’s going on, they go intocrisis mode, with Kylie eventually rushing out of the door with the speed ofUsain Bolt on Mountain Dew to try and distract Amy in whatever way she can.Meanwhile, he texts the rest of the group to let them know of the situation,making sure not to text any of the group chats that Amy is in.

Gys, Amys on hr wyhme! Kylies dristacting her but you ned to gt hr nw!

 Before long, the squad are all sprinting back into Jake andAmy’s apartment with an assortment of snacks, CDs and gifts. But then they heara gasp behind them.

“Ames?”

 -

Kylie rushes up behind Amy, hurriedly explaining to Jake thatall of her attempts to get Amy to stay out with her had ultimately failed – butAmy puts up a hand and she stops.

“I… I can’t believe that you guys have done all this for me”,she says as her eyes start to fill with tears.

“I wanted it to be a surprise”, Jake responds bashfully,looking down at the floor.

“It doesn’t matter – it’s perfect”, Amy says, putting herhands on his shoulders and kissing him softly.

“Ugh, gross”, Rosa says from the corner of the room.

“Come on, Rosa, this is a beautiful moment!”, Charlesprotests.

“No, Rosa’s right, that is pretty gross” Terry says.

-

As the other guests arrive and the music of Amy’s favouritebands play and as they eat the actually pretty delicious snacks that Charlesand Terry made and as they open numerous gifts (ranging from hand-knitted blanketsfrom Terry, to a child’s cookbook from Charles to a list of “not lame baby namesthat might make your child less of a loser” from Gina), Jake can’t help but stareat Amy all night, thinking of their beautiful family which is about to getbigger.  

He’d been so worried about the party being perfect – and asAmy takes his hand and beams at him, he knows he did good.

[tenecity]

from haters to lovers; zhu zhengting

from haters to lovers—a series where nine percent and you have the cliche, typical love story

warning: mentions of gender discrimnation

sosososososososo after much procrastination, crying and cracking my head, i finally got someth to possibly hate abt zzt hell yes god

also! taking into consideration tt china is still a v much conservative society, gender discrimnation is everywhere and rlly, as of yet, cant b helped

so which is why, imagine ure a chinese woman you found it weird, almost distasteful that a boy would be in yr dance class

i mean, guys are suppose to be strong people, doing more physical stuff like wushu or smth, and then there’s this boy here, doing pointe and perfect turns

“zhu zhengting is here!!!! oml doesn’t he look like a fairy?” your best friend tugs your sleeve as she discreetly point to the said boy. you roll your eyes. youre tired of this whole rave about him. literally, the entire class fangirls abt him; and apparently, it is not just for his looks, for also for his dance

spsjssjnsnsbs hE IS SO ELEGANT

you wld nvr admit it, but ok i guess ure borderline jealous.

i mean, his lines r clean, force controlled in his movements, perfect timing for rushed movements and then he slows down with such grace that you will never have 

but its still irks you, that a boy should dance so softly and gracefully. doesn’t seem to sit well with your traditional thinking 

so anyway, sidenote! you suck at turns wowww so coincidental

and every lesson, you usually would stay back just to practice it and you always end up with bruises and what nots as you fall repeatedly, no one there to catch you when you fall 

somehow, zhengting stays back today as well, rehearsing his main role in the upcoming performance, “swan lake” 

and you can’t keep your eyes off his figure 

it is mesmerising, how he can convey emotions, feelings, an entire story, through mere movements of the arms and legs. you observe how his every move is calculated, strength justttt the right amount that it looks elegant instead of overly powerful. 

and then you stare at the mirror and you sigh. probably why you only got a minor role in the performance. 

shaking your head, trying to push all those nonsensical thoughts out of your brain, you continue trying to turn, but you just can’t find the balance

yixing: balance baLanCe bALANCE

once again, your arms aren’t fully stretched out and it creates an imbalance, causing you to once again, fall backwards, out of turn 

you shut your eyes, bracing yourself for the impact

but it doesn’t come 

surprise surprise

eyelids fluttering open slowly, you realise just how close your are to zhengting, his ragged breath from his exhausting rehearsal fan across your face, inevitably making them the colour of cherries.

“you ok?” he softly asks, as he lowers you down.

“...yea im fine.” you mumble, head bowed.

“....do you need help with the turns?” 

“....”

“you know, you’re almost there. its just the part at the 180 degree mark, where you have to pull in your hands. your arms don’t always cross, or are pulled in too fast, which breaks your flow and speed and causes you to fall out of turn.” 

how does he know? bc he has been looking at you, dumbass

also i hve no idea how accurate this is i suck at body anatomy

you nod slowly. he makes sense. and its true, you always fall when you are just about to spin to the opposite side.

getting up, your arms are poised, ready to try again. 

andddd they become frigid as hands land on your middle, firm and supportive.

“look, its not even straight here. you need it to be 90 degrees here, before you can even start turning.” he adjusts you accordingly.

“im going to spin you slowly, and we try to perfect each section, ok?” 

he spins you slowly, your arms closing in in slow motion. he corrects you at certain parts, one hand leaving your waist as he repositions yr arm.

and now, ure facing him, head bowed as a flush colours your cheeks when u realise how close the two of u r. a slight movement will just allow yr lips to brush against his.

but of course his hand is steady as hell and he just turns you slowly and you face the other direction

which, makes ur stomach churn and disappointment flows thru u????

so skipskip next scene

its after class and ure packing up when u hear some commotion at the corridor

n u follow ur busybody classmates

u can barely see who is shouting bc u a cute shortie :)

but u recognise the voice

"NO i'm staying dad. this is what i want to do."

"No, no, no. teacher, im v sorry, but i will like to pull my son out of this dance class now. i will pay the rest of the fees, but he will not be performing that stupid recital-” 

“i am performing, dad.” the voice is calm and collected and you try to tiptoe, just barely catching sight of the brown locks

“no u r not. zhu zhengting, u r a boy, u cannot do this kind of girly things! it makes u look v 娘* do you know that? a disgrace, an utter disgrace!”

the voice rings as everyone falls silent, heads turning towards zhengting, waiting for his response to the harsh comment. 

“i will prove to you that there is nothing to be ashamed of.” he quietly says, bowing and turning his heel, head held high, with no sign of regret or disappointment 

as you watch the figure go, everything falls together like pieces of a puzzle

why he works so hard 

why when it already seems perfect enuf, he still practices, saying there is still space for improvement 

why he was so desperate to get the main role 

he wanted to b in the spotlight and give a flawless performance bc he wanted to prove to his father, that boys dont have to b restrained to a singular activity and stereotype. they can do whatever they want, so long as they like it 

guilt washes over u as u watch his father storm after his son, realising that this man is a reflection of you

new found respect is the word u will use on zhengting. 

everyone applauds him. an art form shld never be restricted to a gender.

ur heart opens up to him more, and admiration for him blooms as u watch him place high expectations on himself, doing a particular move over and over again, even tho in your eyes, it alr seems perfect enuf

just like how he is to you; perfect and flawless

its addicting to watch him. his pale arms, his clean movements, his strong legs, his silky brown locks, the way his eyes sparkle when he talks about dance, the way the edges crinkle when he laughs, the way he is so bubbly about everything.

and he starts to take notice of you too, helping you to readjust properly, telling you tricks and tips on how to keep perfect balance, how to put the correct about of strength into a movement. 

for the next few weeks, you end up gg hme later than usual, staying bck with more than an hour just to spend time with him, and not gg to lie, you r falling for him 

but... you kinda don’t rlly knw i mean 

he’s nice to everyone

what makes you so special?

anywayyyyyyy

FINALLY RECITAL DAY WOOHOO

everyone’s pretty hyped about it

but u knw the main dancers will be extremely nervous and u decide to go find zhengting in his dressing room, just to give him assurance, if he needs any.

“zhengting?”

“hmmm?” he says (???) as he turns around and oMLORD JESUS CHRIST IS HE A BEAUT

the eyeshadow makes him look sultry, the foundation emphasising how his skin is flawless and hydrated, his eyebrows strong and dark, a true prince indeed

he snaps his fingers, pulling u out of yr trance. “did you want to say anything?” u hear a hint of hope and u almost smirk 

“uh...you look good? and good luck.” you mumble, tripping over your words, unused to a god-like creature looking at u with such intensity in his dark eyes

“what did you say?” he teases, cheekiness flowing through his words

“i said,” you clear your throat. “you look good and good luck for your performance

how you wish to wipe that smirk off that face, if not for the fact that u secretly find it EXTREMELY HOT and your cheeks are flaring red at the sight of it.

“if u want to wish me good luck,” he leans forward. flirtatious. “how about a kiss on the cheek?” 

you roll your eyes and try to push him away but he is quick to grab your hands and stop them midway, intertwining your cold, clammy ones with his own.

“please?” 

“fine,” you try to sound nonchalant but the nervousness is so evident that u see the smirk creeping up his face again.

lips barely brush over the smooth skin and you pull away, blood surging upwards into the blood vessels of your face.

“bye,” you want nothing more than to dig a hole and hide your burning face 

“see you afterwards?” 

but u’ve already rushed out and he chuckles to himself, warmth oozing thru his being, and his cheeks flush as he thinks about the kiss you give him. 

he will definitely have to find you later to give you a proper one ;)

you guys wld b cute buBS UWU

my endings suck dbhasdjbfhjdbkjf

[stumblingsbalderdash]

Scams, Scamps and Tramps: Intro

:D Mentioned @sakurabunnie and @writingfromdaughterofathena wonderful ocs in this story. 

From the outside the tavern looked simple, warm and welcoming.  It’s antique bricks and hard wooden beams made up most of the the building’s outer structure. Visitors had a  difficulties seeing through the faded stain glass windows, but could hear the clinking of chilled pints and melodic music rhythmically filled the air. The tavern always seem to beckoned the merry, desperate, young and old to it’s temporary yet euphoric atmosphere.

The worn chronicler pushed the massive wooden door open with tired sigh, smirking at the seemingly unchanged atmosphere. The stout man enjoyed the unspoken welcome the tavern permitted, seducing his wary form deeper into it’s tepid embrace.

He missed the booming, off-key voices of singing drunks, clanking of glasses and the overbearing scent of sweat. It made him feel at home and comfortable.

The dwarf  tirelessly crossed tavern’s threshold into the wide open pub, slowly inhaled the rich undertones of pine, stale bread, and the sting of brewing hops. His chapped lips curled lazily into a smile as he pondered how long it been, since he been here. The Inquisitor had run them ragged in the Hissing Wastes, making him long for a chilled brew and soft bed. Perhaps, he could coax a humorous story from one drunken patrons before Jammock tossed them in the ‘drunk tank’.

Varric always enjoyed music, warm fires, smell of brewing beer--more importantly the rowdy undignified company.  Even as ruddy bartender was handling a disgruntled customer baring a ugly shiner, mustered a slight nod, welcoming the dwarf.

Quickly glancing around,  the story-teller noticed  improvements the Inquisition made to its faithful tavern. It was now as engaging inside as it is was on the outside. Several of the crumbling walls and aged beams were now decorated with iron fixtures. The walls were full of shaggy animal furs, faded oil paintings, and unraveling tapestry, all in different styles.

The tavern itself was packed,  Inquisition soldiers appeared to be the bulk of the clientele-  a good sign, Varric snorted to himself making his way to the bar. Several mismatched tables were occupied by happy, excited groups of people, some even dancing on tables, while others hooted, cheering them on, clapping in beat with minstrels.

He smiled to himself thinking about how much it reminded him the Hanged Man and Kirkwall’s grungy streets.  Feeling heavy with exhaustion, he adjusted Bianca on his broad shoulders--he missed Kirkwall. Drinking with the Hawkes and gang--it seemed a more innocent  time.  Now, Daisy lived with Marian in the Hawke estates cleaning up Blondie’s political mess. Aiolos disappeared leaving Emery’s in shambles and Bethany---he shook his head, interrupting his sad revie, trying to refocus on his task.

The other smaller tables were also occupied with new Wardens who joined in with the singing and dancing, occasionally pulling an unsuspecting waitress amidst their dashing groups. He chuckled, even most of the stools at the bar were occupied, though no one seemed to mind more company.  He felt a warm spark of hope-- maybe Sunshine was among the Wardens--sadly he couldn’t find her pearly smile amongst them.  He finally reached the bar glancing up to find an old friend smiling in his direction. She wiggles her tawny fingers at him before patting a wobbly stool next to her larger form-- Bells. The Tevinter always had an interesting tale-- for a cask of amontillado. He smiled accepting her coy invitation, her tales were always worth a cask or two.

“Soli not performing tonight, Bells?”  He smirked, reaching up for help. He felt her delicate hands, wrap around his thicker fingers and yank him up.  The stout man settled himself onto the worn barstool next to his mischievous friend.  “Unless, you have plans to poison this lot for you demon overlord.” He quipped, grasping the her pewter cup before she could throw the remains of the rat-piss liquor down.

“Of course Sir Dwarf, did you have doubts in my abilities?” Her full lips curled into a confident smirk. She leaned in closely to her shorter friend, propping herself against the bar’s shabby surface.

“ I am after all a Vint , a little blood here, a dash of garlic, and a drop of Ravian music ...poof dancing elves.” She laughed richly tossing her head back while twisting her right hand at the wrist, signaling for another round. Her rich intoxicating laugh resonated in her ample bosom and some how  convinced the richly adorned dwarf join in.

Smiling she turned her torso towards the bar,  “Hey, Bar-keep, two of that nasty horse crap you have back there.” Her saucy voice rang out across the room still rich with humor.

“You got it Bel” the gruff bartender shouted back to his roguish regular, loud enough to be heard over the saucy fiddles and lazy guitar rhythms.

Varric noted the other hefty dwarf grabbed two tarnished silver goblets and dunked them in a grungy chestnut barrel. The apricot lights of the tavern hypnotically bounced of the metallic cups and the flaxen liquid that frothed from them as the bartender pulled the goblets out.

Grumbling to himself, the bartender approached the woman and her short friend, setting the mugs down, raising a thick brow at them.

“Soli ain’t dancin’ ‘night?” he cocked his gruffy chin “Ain’t playin’ cards or fortune ‘night either, not been the same without ya.” He observed the woman from under his thick furry dark brows.

“ Ain’t been the same…” he thrust his chin towards the rough bar patrons; their shoulder slight slump tiredly from their daily tasks. “... we know ‘dem scams but they enjoy the show...”  He leaned in propping himself on his thick left arm. “Plus-- the more ‘hme elves dance, the more they buy.” He grunted watching the crowds from under his stern brow.

Bel shook her dark tousled hair, smiling at the bartender “ He said he’d make up to you Jammok but the healers have put him on bed rest.” Her flaxen eyes sparkled mischievously

under her heavy kohled lashes

“ You don’t want to mess with healers…who knows what Adaar or Trevelyan would do if Soli, reinjured himself”. her baritone voice leveled off expertly, “ or lavellan.” Her wicked eyes flashed at the older dwarf.

The older dwarf beady eyes widen slightly under his laden brows as he huffed “No, don’t wanna be no topsider frog dish.”  He stood up straight  and crossed his broad arms over his barrelled chest. “Next ‘ime ” Jammok grunted, leaving to tend to his other raggled patrons.

Bel’s chest purred with humor “ Aye, Varric I don’t know why Southerners fear magic so much…”  She turned her golden attention to the quiet dwarf and handed him one of the tarnished cups.

“Maybe not you Bel, but you come from a backwards country.” He smirked lifting the cup of ill yellowish liquor to his mouth. Bel’s rich laughter washed over the foul smell of the liquid.

“I don’t think that’s how my countrymen would see it.” She plucked her heavy cup and emptied the cheap ale. She reached into her worn leather thigh high boot and pulled an ancient deck of cards out, placed them on table, “Care for a game?”   Her golden eyes sparkled.

“No, the last time I played you, Soli and I left the tavern in nothing but our skivvies…Well I did.”  He chuckled setting the heavy cup on the scarred wood bar. “ Soli left with only his earrings on, naked as the day he was born...caused quite a stir with Josephine’s guests” He turned his thick body towards the laughing rogue “ Maybe next time, I came to ask…”

“Questions for your book, no doubt?” She tossed her dark hair over her shoulder, her golden earrings and laden Tevinter birthright captured the warm light and his attention. Of course she knew, information was one her specialities. She propped her arm on the beaten counter, resting her fawny head on her fist. “ What did call it again Varric ?” She hooded her heavily kohled eyes and curled her wine stained lips “ Scams, Scamps and Tramps?”  

[survivor-guyana]

Episode 10 - "If the votes aren't Unan1mous, I'm going to die." - Maynor

what the fuck kind of alliance votes out two of my closest allies two rounds in a row, and doesn't even tell me their concerned or trusts me with their opinion.

alyssa and jess. jsyk.

Well, being completely blindsided doesn't feel good. I just want to make sure that I'm safe moving forward, and I'm feeling very upset about how this just went over. I'm so pissed at Jess and Alyssa for not saying anything. And even Aidan. Fucking Aidan said nothing. I need to look at this situation positively, but I honestly don't know what to do right now.

I guess I need to find a way to strike against Jess/Alyssa/Devon because they are the power trio right now... I just hate doing it because I love all three of them, but if I want any chance of winning at all, I kind of need to do that.

I probably need to start by making sure I have Aidan and Dani with me. Chelsea being on the wrong side and talking with me helps, and then I need to solidify my relationship with Jones and Maynor.

Maybe with all of those combined, I have a chance.

So tonight I fucked up harder than I EVER HAVE FUCKED UP IN A GAME BEFORE (and that's saying something). I've been going through a rough patch the last week and have probably gotten a total of 15 hours of sleep since Friday???? When I was on call with Devon/Alyssa I read something out loud Jones sent me and it mentioned the whole alliance with Alyssa/Jones. I'm hoping I fucking mumbled but Alyssa understood me so DEVON KNOWS. I attempted to play it off but I DON'T know. I just don't fucking know. I'm dumb. I feel dumb.

I'm just trying to build trust with people at this point. I feel like my game fell apart fucking HARD this round. I cracked at final 10. FINAL FUCKING 10. I'm not trying to get DOWN on myself but low-key this is probably why I don't win games lmfao.

I told Alyssa about the idol so I'm hoping this is a sign of trust. I don't know how I 1000% feel about telling her but here goes nothing I guess?

I was in a pretty decent position going into this round and then....until I literally set fire to the rain and fucked shit up.

My relationship with TJ took a hit. That's not going to be good in the future. My relationship with Maynor took a hit. That's not going to be good in the future. My relationship with Chelsea is fucked (but did we ever have any type of working relationship, not really). My relationship with Devon probably took a hit because of my own stupidity. My relationship with Alyssa took a hit when I was sipping on dumb bitch juice. My relationship with Jones is still a major question mark? My relationship with JD is as stable as I am currently and that's saying SOMETHING?

THAT'S LITERALLY ALMOST EVERYONE IN THE FUCKING GAME WHO HAS SOME SORT OF ISSUE WITH ME?

Literally the only two people I didn't piss off or give reason to hate me is Dani/Aidan... and that's.... just fucking sad.

I destroyed my game and that's on me.

Time to pick up these pieces somehow and make them FIT.

Here is a Haiku about my game:

My game is a mess. I messed it up real bad. Jumping of a bridge.

okay so,,, I talked to Alyssa and Jess,,,,,,, and I understand,,,,,, like 80% where they're coming from? Jess told me she and Alyssa flipped because they didn't realize TJ and I came to them and said JD said Jess' name?? Jess went to JD and she said that Tim was the one who threw Jess' name out,,,,, and like,, they couldn't take my word for it when I said I trusted Tim, WHICH I UNDERSTAND that they didn't trust tim, but the fact that I told them how i felt and they just didn't listen to me bothers me.

like,, imagine this scenario,, would you take the testimony of someone who's in your alliance (albeit with some ulterior motives, but still in the alliance) and told their alliance (95% of) the truth,,, or someone who is never online and had been stirring up chaos and drama and was spewing shit this entire day just too keep their self safe? just answer that in the comments below thank you xoxo

so now that Alyssa and Jess know what happened on my end, and I know what happened on their end, we're both in agreement that JD has to FUCKING GO!!!! Tim was fucking robbed, i'm so espresso depresso you have no idea i'm so sad that Tim's gone. what a king,,, the creator of Jones' angels,,,,, robbedt,,,,,

we're rebranded as Tim's Angels btw jsyk <3

but ummm this fucking Unan1mous thing???? more like fucking BOOnan1mus amirite ladies hahahahahah ha h hah ah  um,,, hmm that joke sucked i'm so sorry. SO okay yeah,, Alyssa/Jess/TJ/Maynor agreed they'd vote for JD, and that they'd try to get the rest of the numbers to work for JD, BUT the problem is that if ANY ONE PERSON DOESN'T VOTE UNAN1MOUSLY,,,, they're safe. so we gotta get /everyone/ on board with this. hopefully Chelsea won't want to have like,,, revenge against Alyssa/Jess/Devon or anything sksksks

but ummmm let's hope for the best? I gotta get to school at 6:00 am and it's 2:00 am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO it's snoozeville for me. catch you on the flipside :p

I hashed things out with Devon last night because I was so pissed off about the vote, but I still have a lot of trust to rebuild. When i mentioned my name going around, Devon, Alyssa, and Jess knew that my name wasn't out there and still didn't let me in on the Tim vote. I was completely alone and had to make an alliance with the others out of desperation and tbh, i think I look like an idiot. But anyway, i think Devon and i are on good terms and I hope we can rekindle our old team that i was loyal and comfotable with since the beginning.

This might be a long one Johnny. I am so sad that Tim went home. I was shocked. I thought i was able to trust Jess, Alyssa, Devon but they all lied and now to me personally are dead to me. Like im still going to work with them until i have an opporunity to strike against them. Like Alyssa she’s great but now has to leaving sooner than later. Devon final 2 is dead, i would gladly vote you out but have to time it really well. Dani m Aidan dead even more but seems like they are worried about Alyssa Jess and Devon so might use them to take out Alyssa. But yeah last night was rough. I had this ‘thing’ happened to be that was triggered by this game and my class lab. It wasnt good. There was a dark low moment were i got a negative thought that I should just tell them to vote me out for unanimous week. My friend texted me and told me to think it thru and Im glad i didnt day anything. I still want to play and try to make it to the end. Only person i trust 100% with out a doubt is Jonesy. ❤️ Everyone else can leave. Except i also like TJ amd Jess.

I'm not sure where my vote will land tonight. If I vote JD, I lose a shield in this game. At the same time, if JD goes tonight in a 9-1, we start to build trust among those we previously blindsided.

If I make it an 8-2 or 8-1-1, then I'm worried that people will use the process of elimination to find out I flipped....

Another random note about tonight. If JD stays due to me, the next target becomes Chelsea.

Essentially, I am deciding between playing with Chelsea or JD....

Everyone is saying JD’s name like lets do this. But now everyone is afaid of an idol and i swear if the votes aren’t unanimous, im going to die.

If I get idol'd out in this format I AM FUCKING SUING.

I CAN'T GO OUT ON MY FIRST TUMBLR ORG IN A ROUND BASED ON A ZWOOPER GAME.

HOW FUCKING IRONIC WOULD THAT BE?

YOU WILL BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYER!

In all honesty I'm struggling hard this round. Idol's are so dangerous this fucking round. SO FUCKING DANGEROUS.

The mental gymnastics happening this round is insane.

I'm honestly having PTSD about this god damn format. The ONLY time I've ever cried because of a game was IN THIS FORMAT (thanks JOHNNY).

Today all I've done is try and repair relationships. I've worked harder than a hooker on a Tuesday today. I am exhausted. If I go this has been fun-ish.

I feel fuckig awful i worked too hard in this game to potentially get idoled out and that breaks my heart that that could happen tonight. apparently JD is writing down my name because she thinks i'm "Stubborn" and she wants to save me???? like if you wanna save me then like maybe don't vote for me?????? like i get the intent behind it with like,,,, the idea to save me but this is fuckin wit hme to my c ore . .Jess thinks JD's ly ing ad that she's voting for Jess, I just,,, fuck i really wanna die right noww yk i think i might be getting out there's like a 60% chance JD doensn't have an idol, and if she's comfortable enough then she wont play it. but there's a good chance I'll be going home. fukfalkdsfajsdads don't be surprised if i cry i'm just so upsetti/uncomfortable with the idea of going hope i tried too hard but um yeah

Wellp I’m really close with Aidan and so far I feel like we are doing really good. I feel bad because I lied straight to JDs face about voting jonesy. Instead I voted for her.

I'M DEFINITELY NOT CRYING OR ANYTHIGN FUCK