#I didn't want this caption to go to waste

[ymofficial]

Who won the mug-off?

[il-miele-che-scrive]

you know what people are saying when a girl gets cheated on? go for his brother.

a/n not tryna offend anyone, I just love a lil drama

Part 2 here

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username1 Miss Y/n Y/l/n getting cheated on? No one is safe fr

↳username2 Yeah cuz how's he casually cheating on a literal goddess??

username3 they were together for almost 2 years😭

username4 My therapist will hear about this

↳username1 And Arthur is paying the bill

username5 that's it I'm NEVER trusting a man

username6 Isn't that girl Y/n's friend too? Poor girl getting cheated on twice

↳username3 yes it is 😭 guess Arthur got it from his brother

username7 Except Charles didn't cheat 😭 he's a homie hopper but he got morals

username8 I don't worry about Y/n, she's gonna find a new bf, but she wasted almost 2 years on him

yourusername excuse my state i'm as high as your hopes

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username2 Miss girl about to enter her hoe phase

↳username3 As she should tbh

charlottesiine Lots of fun last night🤍

↳yourusername nothing will beat an ex wags night out

↳username2 best ex wags fr 😭

yoursister Next time I'm going too to keep an eye on you wtf

username4 Wait so Y/n and Charlotte are friends? When did this happen?

↳username5 Yeah cuz we've never seen them hang out back when ChaCha was a thing and suddenly the girls are partying together?

↳username6 I mean it could be just a "we both suffered a Leclerc so let's hang out" kinda thing

username5 WE BOTH SUFFERED A LECLERC 💀 no okay but that's valid

username7 Am I the only one noticing this post was liked by Charles?

↳username2 He knows his lil bro messed up lmao

username8 Okay guys so what are we betting on - did Charles like this post because of Y/n or because of Charlotte? Also, isn't he in a relationship?

↳username3 Charles has been single for a few months now, he's free to like whoever he wants lmao

↳username9 It's just a like it's not that deep

arthur_leclerc You were my cup of tea but I drink vanilla latte now

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username1 The AUDACITY some men have

username2 and she was her best friend 😭

username3 I really want to believe they broke up before he got with the best friend but I don't think it's true

↳username4 Y/n and Arthur literally attended Charles' race a few days before we got the pics of Arthur with the other girl

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yourusername you don't mean nothing at all to me

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yoursister And I didn't even have to stop you from calling your ex

↳yourusername why would I even wanna call him anyways

yoursister Riiight, you were too busy getting to know some other interesting people:)

username1 What is Y/s/n talking about?

↳username2 Or rather WHO is she talking about?

username3 No Charlotte in the post but Charles is in the likes again 😶

↳username4 Have you seen what this one gossip page posted? Charles being in the likes isn't the thing I'd worry about here

username5 WHAT.

username3 Care to elaborate?

username4 Charles was also at the club with Y/n. It honestly looks like it was organized by a friend of his and he took Y/n there

username2 OH

username2 That's what Y/s/n is talking about

username5 Our girl Y/n is getting promoted from F2 to F1 and I love to see that

↳username6 LMAO it's so funny because it's true 😭

↳username2 Do we know who else was at this party?

username4 Allegedly the party was organized by Gasly, so obviously there was his gf Kika, but also some fellow drivers like Albon, Russell, Sainz, Ocon, Ricciardo and their gfs

username5 I was joking but now it looks like Y/n is actually becoming an F1 wag now lol

username7 Gossip girl on wheels I've been saying it for months

username8 But the caption SLAPS

↳username9 no because it looks like Y/n and Arthur are having a caption war lol it's funny

username8 It's childish but let a girl heal from a heartbreak in peace

yourusername karma will take it from here

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username1 MISS GIRL?? WHO IS THE MAN??

↳username2 We all know it's Charles (allegedly)

username8 Nah cuz I told yall she's gonna find another boyfriend soon

yoursister Loving to see you happy again ❤️

↳yourusername just needed a little upgrade

username3 I have no proof but I just know it's Charles

username4 Do we think she went for Charles because she genuinely likes him or just to get back at Arthur?

↳username5 Wait until someone starts a "she cheated on Arthur with Charles" gossips

username6 My two favorite red flags

↳username7 The homie hopper and the brother hopper, a match made in heaven

username6 The homie hopper is so real, Y/n recently hung out with his ex Charlotte 💀

username8 What kinda brother gets with his brother's ex?

↳username9 Imagine the next family dinner lmao

username10 Y'all it's not even confirmed that the man is Charles, y'all are crazy

↳username6 The post was liked by all the F1 drivers and their partners that were on the party from Y/n's previous post, it says a lot

↳username2 What @/username6 said and also Y/n is now followed by half of the F1 grid AND the wags

charles_leclerc Not your cup of tea, but my glass of wine

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yourusername KARMA IS MY BOYFRIEND❤️

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[genericpuff]

oh boy it's that time again

when rachel posts 'video progress' of her work and we proceed to dissect it like a frog in 9th grade science class

like ok first the caption of "is persephone the chicken and hades the egg" makes no fucking sense except to anyone who overthinks it and goes "wait is that a reference to the popularly-perpetuated version of the myth where persephone went down to the underworld willingly and hades didn't actually exist???" because if it is ima scream lmao

but MORE IMPORTANTLY-

Here's the transcript of what she's saying in the video:

"I think I've always wanted to write Hades' and Persephone's story because obviously I really like them. It's like very much a chicken and egg situation because I think in the beginning I thought that I was going to use a very abstract black and white style, and I realized it wasn't very enticing or fun for me, um... and I started drawing these very like vibrant characters and as I drew them I understood more about the story the more that I explored the art style, um and I guess an example of that is, y'know, Persephone is like a very bright color um, and the Underworld, is a very dark dark blue, and so when she says she really sticks out so it's just environmental uh processes like that that really helped inspire the direction of the story."

(despite her expanding on the "chicken and the egg" bit it still doesn't make sense imo lmao)

But what we're seeing isn't S1 LO, it's actually from S3 of LO:

But um... you notice anything interesting about the screenshot I just showed you?

That literally looks NOTHING like what we see in the final panel. At the VERY least I think this goes to show how overcooked it becomes in post-production, when they add the canvas layer and hypersaturate the shit out of the colors, but even the blending technique just isn't matching up?

A lot of what she's doing in this video also feels very... non-existent, like she's brushing her pen around but very little is happening so it feels more like her just putting down random brush strokes to try and make it seem put-together but really she's just kind of pushing colors around and/or doing nothing. Especially when, again, what she's painting here looks nothing like the final picture (so at best it's a lot of wasted work??)

And knowing what we know about the assistants drawing the characters separately so that Rachel can rearrange them in the final episode layout... I don't wanna call foul play here, but this feels like yet another attempt on Rachel's behalf to make her process seem more involved than it is by simply redrawing a scene for the performative aspect of it all. It's like the "sketches" in the books looking way too 'clean' for the final product and giving the impression that she just sketched over the final panels to make them look pretty enough for print.

I also wanna mention that for some reason she's drawing this on her iPad when she owns a Cintiq. It could be because she was drawing this while abroad in the US for her conventions last fall, but despite clearly being ahead of schedule, she still wound up drawing the final episode the night of-

Oh yeah and btw there are like a million clipping layers for what looks like just a simple drawing of Demeter. And this lines up with our previous theories about her using like 128549021809 layers for literally one character.

And aside from all that her commentary, as always, is very nothingburger, just a bunch of word salad. Like she's literally trying to explain LO's color theory as "well Persephone is bright pink and the Underworld is dark blue so she sticks out! That's all you need to know!"

IDK, I'm not coming to any sort of ironclad conclusion based off this one video, but it does feel like yet another desperate attempt to prove that she does work on LO and doesn't just leave it all to her assistants to do at the last minute. But like... she's kind of screwed in that argument either way, because even if she draws the majority of panels in LO, that just further proves the argument that she's stopped trying.

[sweetie-bri]

Lost in the Mail [Giantess Caption]

Since the shrinking virus hit, it's been a real test of character to see who is and is not a morally depraved person. Nobody thinks they're evil until they can do whatever they want with several of their family members. Still, eventually a vaccine began to be distributed, well... Less a vaccine and more an antidote.

The antidote simply grew the person 5 feet taller, which, for those affected was a dream come true. It didn't cost anything and would be delivered by mail. One such shrunken folk had a normal wife named Kriss. Kriss was so happy with her new comparative size, she picked up the habit of wearing sexy lingerie and looking down at her partner with an almost predatory look.

Kriss was only growing crueler and crueler the longer her poor significant other remained shrunken. Less willing to accept small mistake and more willing to punish. Keeping things on higher shelves, walking right through them and Kriss even has gone so far as to refuse to let them leave the house. With some excuse about hawks.

When the antidote finally came, the only person who could reach the mailbox was Kriss, who shook the unmarked package before asking, "What *is* this?"

"It's the antidote to the shrinking virus. I'm gonna go back to normal!"

"Oh..." She threw it on the ground. Smashing it to pieces. "Oops."

Her partner's heart was shattered with the package. That was their ticket to normality gone in an Instant. Despite hardening heart, Kriss still decided to give her shrunken partner a chance to call on the big phone to have another delivered.

It didn't even take a week. The package was identical and Kriss would have been fine to simply give the package to her partner but her partner's big mouth accidentally said.

"Be careful! Don't accidentally use it on yourself!"

"It... works on me..?"

"Yeah, you would waste it though." The shrunken partner was surprised by the frantic yank of the box away from them.

"I could be *bigger?*"

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[rius-cave]

I like how the anons make Angel and Adam turn slowly into friends only bc of their Lessons. I feel like one day they would just both disappear and the others might get worried. (especially bc of Adam since he can get his ass killed yadda yadda-) But then someone is like "yo check your phones" so they do (except Alastor, that old mf) and they find out that they somehow crashed into Valentino's place with just a picture and a caption like: "We bout' to get murdered if we dont get out."

Behind them is a blurred out Valentino, chasing them- meanwhile Angel and Adam are in the front running for their lives.

I wonder what kind of trouble both would get into.

Please, don't let Adam ANYWHERE near Valentino! sdfkjdsgsf ONLY BAD THINGS CAN HAPPEN FROM THAT

Hm, I wonder if Angel Dust wouldn't care about Valentino meeting Adam. He didn't want Charlie to meet him, so maybe if they are good enough friends, he'd care about him too...? Who knows! They'd probably go clubbing together and they'd get wasted and stuff

[stabbyfoxandrew]

arsonist Neil, if you're up for it. Happy Wednesday!!

WIP Wednesday (9/4) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 224)

Andrew should have never agreed to this bullshit dinner.

That's more obvious now than it was four days ago when Aaron was here, trying to convince Andrew it would be fine. Andrew isn't sure how it could possibly be 'fine' knowing the history between the three of them, but he said he’d be there. And, unlike his brother, he does not go back on his word. No matter how badly he wants to. (He and 10 are both taping tonight's episode of Supernatural.)

But yes. It is now 6:17 and Andrew is only half dressed. Half because he's been trying for an hour to decide what one should wear to a function they don't want to attend and that is being hosted by someone they do not like. His first thought was to wear some of his older clothes. Something edgy and all black, like he did in college. Hell, he thought about wearing the exact outfit he'd worn that day he met Katelyn in the library. But her memory probably isn't that good. It would be a wasted attempt. Besides, that shirt has a hole in it now. (He dropped a cigarette on it.)

For some reason, Andrew's had 10 on speaker throughout this entire fiasco. He's sent a few photos of options and 10 says he looks good in them all. It's not helpful though. Andrew's not any closer to deciding, but his ego is a bit overinflated. He picks up a pair of dark wash jeans and realizes they're the ones he wore to the cafe the time 10 didn't show. He sets them off to the side, as if they're bad luck, and continues rifling through his closet like something new will appear to him.

"Hey, send me a photo of your closet. I want to see what you’re working with." 10 says when Andrew growls at his stupid clothes for the third time. Andrew has to hold in a laugh.

"No offense 10, but you're not exactly an authority on fashion."

"I could be."

"But you're not. I should be helping you pick out clothes, not the other way around." Andrew says, making 10 huff out a sigh.

"Fine. Maybe I'll let you take me shopping one day," 10 says, making Andrew bite his lip. In theory, it's an amazing idea. Andrew would dress 10 up to his own tastes and ogle him the entire time. But then again, they probably wouldn't get that far. Knowing 10, he'd find a way to sneak out of the dressing room and text Andrew some stupid excuse.

Andrew hums in acknowledgement.

“I know, I know. You think I look like a homeless loser. Well, guess what. I am!” 10 says, making Andrew laugh. “And I know I dress for comfort and practicality over aesthetics, but that's not a bad thing."

"Mm, you're right.”

"So send me a picture of your closet,” 10 demands. Andrew nods to himself and starts to open the camera, but then 10 startles him. “This is fun. I like seeing you dressed up.”

Andrew nearly chokes. “You do? Why?”

"It’s just interesting, I guess. You know, I usually just see you in uniform. Or those old, angry-looking T-shirts you cycle through when you're at home." 10 says, citing Andrew’s hoard of old band shirts from his emo phase. (Not a phase.) Since they first started exchanging selfies, 10 has seen Andrew in half a dozen black shirts with barely legible fonts and always asks what they’re supposed to say. 

Then Andrew reminds him of their deal and 10 sends a photo back. Usually, they’re taken in his hotel room. Sometimes they’re taken outside. Andrew likes those best. The sunlight brings out all the shades of 10’s hair and makes his eyes so pretty. 10’s phone is sort of shit for selfie-taking, since it has no front camera. But 10 does his best and Andrew saves every picture he receives, even when they’re blurry. Even when they’re completely random and stupid, like the display of cookies Walmart had out the other day with the caption, ‘should I get you some? ;)’

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 8)

tw: like nasty living conditions implied

vote on da poll below ill start writing after 20 votes, next chapter will b focusing on monty

part 9

You can't do it. You can't say no to Yves without going through mental hoops. So you sigh as you let him conquer your room.

You had posters of your favorite artists, but they were all lost in the clutter long ago. It reemerged dusty and damaged, but Yves repaired it the best he could. It looks decent enough to hang.

You watched him cover his mouth in contemplation as he looked around the room, trying to figure out the best place to hang it.

Yves has done more for you than everyone else combined in your life. He cleaned, he cooked, he took care of your sickness, he cleaned you, he fed you, and now he's decorating your room to make it more habitable. All of this and you never said a word, neither protest nor request. You just let him do his thing.

From what you read in the group chat, he also replenished your section of the fridge with groceries.

Your housemate took a picture of the things he bought, all of them were labelled with your name. His handwriting is black marker ink undoubtedly beautiful.

Your housemate did warn him that you're not one for cooking, the perishables could potentially go to waste. He replied that he will be visiting over for the next few days to make your meals. One of them even broke the landlord's rules and gave him a spare key to the front door.

Eventually, Yves found the perfect places to position your posters' forever home. Who knew just the strategic placement of some piece of laminated paper would elevate a room? It looks much better and oddly bigger now... well maybe the latter due to his cleanup.

He clasped his hands and admired his work. As he should.

After that, he turned to you. Which made you jolt out of surprise.

"It's been an hour and a half. Do you still want to eat?" He asked.

You checked the time. He's right, it's now half past eleven. You're not hungry anymore, so you told him that you're full. He nodded and left your room again.

Your housemates blew up the group chat due to another wild Yves sighting around the house. Is this how it's going to be from now on?

This time, you received a picture of him portioning the leftover congee in disposable containers. He has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing his lean forearms. You're surprised to see that they were riddled in old scars. It was captioned: "He's freezing the rest"

You squinted and it looks like he's weighing them on an electronic scale. There's a marker pen in this picture.

You sent a message to the group chat asking if he's using his own items.

"I think so??? Idk i have never seen these containers b4" "well theyre not stained yellow yet, he has gotta have these brand new" "yea n hes using rich people sharpies, like none of us here can afford it, all of us get offbrands"

You wonder if he managed to fit them into his handbag.

Yves came back into your room, explaining that the congee will last up to 3 months in the freezer. He also walked you through the steps on how to reheat them by yourself, using the microwave or otherwise. Yves told you not to worry if you couldn't remember what to do, he wrote it down and attached it to the containers- or you could call him instead.

You nodded and waited to see what he would do. Yves seem to be doing the same thing to you for the next few seconds. Eventually though, he deem that you didn't need anything from him at the moment.

"I have to retrieve something from my car." He informed you, walking towards his bag and fishing out his keys. He checked the contents of his thermos cup, it's empty. The metal straw clanked around the walls as he picked it up and carried it with him.

You paid no mind to your housemates' frantic messages enquiring about his departure. You're too tired to care anymore, and you're too tired to know if you actually wanted him here or gone. It's nice to have company for once, but it's from a questionable source.

So you tucked yourself under your blanket and curled up into a ball. Hiding your head under your pillow so you wouldn't need to see Yves when he comes in.

You heard footsteps. And sure enough, Yves is now breathing the same diseased air as you.

But this time, he says nothing. Yves flicked the switch to your lights off and set whatever he has down on your desk.

There was a long period of silence accompanied by the soft sounds of typing. A dim glow from his computer screen illuminated his face and reflected on his reading glasses. He's logging in all the events, the observations and other pieces of data he collected from you today.

Yet you're not awake to see any of it. Blissfully sleeping and snoring away as Yves kept you company throughout the night.

__

You woke up the next morning feeling much better. But still not as healthy as usual. You should be fit enough to go to the university today.

Yves is gone and so are his belongings. However, you found a handwritten note addressed to you on your night stand.

"Your breakfast is in the fridge. Look for a mason jar with your name. It is ready to eat. -Yves"

You stretched and yawned, crumpling the paper and shooting it into the trash can.

You peeled the blanket off yourself and set your feet down onto the floor. That was when you realized he left something on the foot of your bed.

Another note resting on top of a set of neatly folded clothes and a bottle of sunscreen.

"The weather today will be reaching 90⁰F/32.2⁰C, take care of yourself and avoid the sun. -Yves"

The clothes he picked for you were the ones you forgot you had. It was breathable and cooling, but in your daily, personal style. He must have found it yesterday when he did your laundry.

You carried it in your arms and walked to your door to see yet another note- this time it was a folded A4 sized paper, attached to your bag, which looked noticeably lighter and... newer.

"I do not recommend leaving yet. But if you do, I packed an umbrella for you. Please wash your water bottle regularly, it is growing mold. Your bag was full of unnecessary paper scraps, wrappers, food crumbs, and other garbage. I had to hand wash it as I found a dried house lizard pressed between a dictionary and a magazine. Some of the notes and textbooks you carry were not even required for this semester or the next, hence I kept it away on your shelf. Your bag had holes at the bottom and was already falling apart at the seams. I sewed the best I could, but replacing and upgrading is the better option. Be mindful of your belongings.-Yves"

Your face became bright red after reading the last line. You never asked him to do this for you! Why is he judging? He chose to stick around! You don't like being told you're pathetic, directly or indirectly!

Did he really have to underline the word "mold" more than thrice? And why did he switch to red ink for that one word?

You took a deep breath and sighed. Exiting your room to pay a visit to the bathroom.

You were taken aback by the cleanliness. It looked like how it was in the listing, shiny and grime free. The shampoo and soap bottles were arranged neatly with no trace of dark sludge coating it.

There is another note stuck to the mirror.

This time, there were crude drawings depicting penises urinating on your name, no doubt vandalized by your housemates. You went ahead to read what Yves had to say.

"To (name), I replaced your toothbrush as that too, was growing mold. Pay attention to your hygiene or else you will be prone to sickness.- Yves"

There were hearts drawn all around his name, no doubt the culprit was your housemate who took a liking to him.

After taking a shower and changing into your new set of clothes, you left the bathroom to eat breakfast in the kitchen.

You opened the now pristine fridge and sure enough, there is a mason jar with a sticker of your name on its side.

You rotated it to see that he has written something else:

"Banana chia pudding: Chia seeds, almond milk, banana slices, vanilla extract, maple syrup, granola. Gluten-free and lactose-free. Do not heat, eat as is."

You're not sure how to feel about the taste, texture and temperature. It is "sick people" food after all. Perhaps you liked it, perhaps you don't. But you are definitely grateful that you have a free meal from Yves.

One of your housemates entered the kitchen, she greeted you as she began preparing her own meal.

You asked her what time Yves left.

"Beats me. His car was already gone when I woke up at 4am to take a piss. He did leave us a note though."

You asked her what she meant by that.

She shoved her hand in her pant pocket and handed a crumpled piece of paper to you.

"I will visit at 6pm, please take care of (name) for me. -Yves"

You asked where did she find this note.

"Next to the light switch in the living room" She cracked open an egg on her skillet.

You looked at the wall clock. It says 12:03pm

You have around 6 hours left before Yves comes back. There is nothing much to do in your house because the Internet runs at a snail's pace and there is no air conditioning. So you would be boiling in your room.

You think you're well enough to move around and you definitely do not want to spend time with your housemates.

You don't have to go to the university, since your exams are over and so are your classes for the semester. But all the study spots, including the library, have air conditioning.

[scrambledpancakes03]

I'm mad about The Dragon Prince

Especially Soren's character.

Like I'm just sitting here more than a week after finishing season 6 and I'm just spontaneously mad with zero prompting.

Spoilers...

So point 1: "WORD HANDS" WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, AARON EHASZ, ARE YOU STUPID, DO YOU NOT REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE HERE? LITERALLY WHY DID YOU DO THIS? YOU COULD HAVE WRITTRN ANYTHING ELSE WORDS ARE INFINITE THE WORLD.IS YOUR OYSTER AND YOU WROTE THIS GODDAMN JOKE??? COME ON MAN BE SO FUCKING FOR REAL! ARE YOU ACTUALLY THAT STUPID? COULD YOU NOT HAVE COME UP WITH LITERALLY ANY OTHER JOKE?

TDP had one element that made me overlook literally every little minor problem with the show, from the early animation issues, to some pacing awkwardness, to whatever the hell is up with the magic system that somehow no one seems to be freaking out that Callum can do magic nearly as much as they should, and that Ezran talks to animals (never explained how or why), etc....

That flawless, perfect element: GENERAL BADASS DEAF LESBIAN, MY LOVE, AMAYA. The scenes with and without Gren are fabulous. Not captioning the ASL (making if FOR ASL users on purpose) *chefs kiss!* splendid! Literally perfect way to handle this, I say as not a Deaf person, but a disabled person with Deaf friends who uses ASL sometimes. Deaf folks obviously can and should correct me if I'm out of line here.

Lots of media falls into the trap of making the silly/stupid comic relief character exponentially more stupid over time. But few fall into the trap that Soren is in, where the plot on paper shows growth in raw and beautiful ways, but every once and a while Ehasz and Richmond yell "fuck that" and make him as smart as a sack of horse shit dissolved in river water with no regard or awareness for anything actually going on around him. Then they try to just pick up the growth where they left off when its convenient as if they didn't just totally obliterate the serious nature of the character's story?!

Like literally, do Ehasz and Richmond genuinely expect me to believe that a Soren that claims in Season 6 episode 2 to have INVENTED "WORD HANDS" A REVOLUTIONARY NEW LANGUAGE, is the same soren that grows to defy his father's will and risk his life to oppose him and save Zym/fight alongside Callum, Ezran, Rayla, and *AMAYA* two whole seasons before?

Do they expect me to believe that Soren, growing up in Katolis, where one of the foremost top generals, the queen's sister, and a superior officer to him proudly uses ASL, never learned any? Or never became aware of its existence as a language? And if he didn't, do they expect that a person lacking that much awareness is capable of being anything in the crown guard of Katolis, having any emotional or moral development as a person, or worthy of any of my respect at all?

This man, who experienced temporary disability after being injured by a dragon (major plot point, season 2?) only to be healed by dark magic (a point of change for him, where he wanted to be better,) is made to mock an accessible language for a whole episode, and presented as stupid enough to think he invented it. Then, only a few episodes later, I'm supposed to fall back into the arc of his intended development to watch him stand up to a resurrected Viren? I'm supposed to take that seriously? The contrast doesn't work here, it's not good writing it's lazy comedy at the expense of interesting concepts.

Fuck that. I'm so mad. I loved Soren's arc, and as a neglected kid with a deeply loving but sometimes difficult relationship with my own parents... I'm mad that Ehasz and Richmond have the audacity to fuck it up this hard.

Soren had so much potential! His dynamic with Claudia and Viren was so fresh and rich with emotion, but every line they waste having him say something totally idiotic and not funny degrades the seriousness of his experience as an emotionally neglected and manipulated child. Even then, I was still invested... but after the " Word Hands" stunt. They just obliterated all the good work they did on him for one mildly ableist joke. Even if you don't see it as offensive... it's just also not funny?

I'm beyond disappointed. The only way I would forgive the writers is if they have General Amaya slap soren across the face and/or flip him off for talking about word hands in front of her. (Won't happen, but let your pal dream.) (If someone draws that, I'd be your best friend). (Might go attempt to draw that now just to feel something, lmao)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for going on a trip with one of my best friends without telling my other one?

Basically, my friend group is a trio (all 16F) and we have pretty strong relationships in pairs as well as altogether, so leaving someone out has never been an issue. A couple weeks ago, however, my friend B sent me an aesthetic tiktok captioned something along the lines of "POV: you're a passenger princess on a road trip to the mountains in fall". The main reason she sent this to me was because she has her license but I don't, so I often end up hitching a ride from her (her passenger seat is pretty much just my seat by now). I half-jokingly suggested that we make the tiktok a reality, in the way you do when you want to make extravagant plans with someone, even though they realistically won't happen.

I'm in pretty big trouble with my mom right now, so I haven't been able to hang out with my friends in a few months without lying and saying it was a study session. Because of that, I'd just assumed she'd say no and these plans would die out. Despite that, B and I entertained our delusions a little bit and made a vague plan of the whole trip. Her parents said yes, so it really just came down to my mom. The plans started looking more and more possible, and we started getting more invested in it, and even started mentioning it to a few teachers when prompted.

The problem really came when the larger friend group was talking about weekend plans at lunch the other day. B asked a vague question about driving up mountains, which was when we both realized that our joking plans had become a little too real and didn't include our other best friend, M. Why not just bring her along, you ask? Because it's illegal, and I like not being in jail. B only has her provisional license, meaning she can only drive 1 person that's not family (that person being me). The trip was only going to be a day long, and was supposed to be a chance for the two of us to get away from our families and just enjoy some alone time with nature and each other, but now it's making me feel really guilty. We still haven't told M.

I asked my mom, fully expecting a "no, go do your homework", but she said yes? On the condition that I spend the entire rest of the week doing homework, but it was still a yes, which I barely get from her nowadays. I don't want to purposefully exclude M because I love her so much, but I don't want to waste this chance to get out of my house. I know that if M found out, she'd be really hurt, so we're planning on just not mentioning the trip to any of our friends (B already mentioned it and the whole group knows she's going to the mountains, so currently the plan is to just have B post photos without me in them and have me be completely silent about it).

Even though I'm not doing it maliciously, I know that it's still exclusionary and I'm worried that I'm falling into the typical high school girl stereotype by making plans behind my friend's back. So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[noxnephilim]

HUSH NOW MY DARLING

A/n: You discovered what your beloved husband did.

He was at work when it happened. You had just come back home from the supermarket when you saw the package at your front door. Strange enough, but you inspected it, trying to discern if it was something dangerous or not.

After that, you took it inside and left it on the table. You had to set the groceries in the cupboard and start lunch. It would be only a matter of 30 minutes before he was back.

While you left the food to warm, you looked at the package. It wasn't very heavy, so you assumed it was some of his notebooks. Instead, you found some photos.

You sat down, taking and inspecting each one of them.

It was a mistake.

They all represented a brutal murder or a grotesque image, and behind each one of them a caption "Are you sure you know your husband well?" or "This is who he really is".

Tears were falling freely out of your eyes. Shock and trauma overwhelmed you. It couldn't be, he would never...

The door opened, and you flinched. He was back. Your body froze on the chair. You wanted to run, to flee, but you also wanted him to reassure you and deny any of those photos.

You didn't know what to make of it.

He was now behind you, wondering why you didn't greet him. He understood now why.

You turned around, now sobbing hard and shaking, you pleaded with him to tell you it had all been a sick joke, nothing more. "Y/n, it's not. It's all real, and you know it," he said.

You tried to flee, but his arm caught you and pulled you into his chest. He shushed you, gently wiping your tears away. "I would never hurt you, love. You are very important to me," he said in your ears, lowly, while rocking side to side.

You sobbed until exhaustion stopped you. He held you so gently and spoke honeyed words that were so sincere; you didn't know what to believe in anymore.

He allowed you to take your time to process the traumatic truth. If he pushed you, he could risk everything he worked for. He didn't want to lose you just yet.

Barricaded in the bedroom, with him nearby, you called his name from the other side of the door. You felt his steps coming closer, but stopping just short of the door.

Unlocking it, you faced him for the first time in days. He was open, patiently waiting. You closed the gap, and put your head on his shoulder, waiting for his arms to embrace you. And he didn't waste time.

"Promise me," you started slowly, unsure about what to say next, "you won't bring... that into the house. I...it's too much for me" you went on, hopefully he would understand what you were trying to say.

"Of course, love. I'm sorry you had to see that," he said, genuinely meaning it. He wanted to expose you to this side of him, in his own terms, though. " Do you... know who sent those photos?" you continued. He paused, deciding if he should tell you the truth or not.

"Yes, I did," he said, waiting, " did you... . bring him there, like the others?" you asked, reciprocating the hug. He squeezed you tight, before answering, "yes, I did" .

Silence fell, but you were strikingly calm about it. "okay" you concluded. Disentangling from him, you turned back into the bedroom, exhausted. He followed you and simply stood beside you.

"You will tell me the truth when you go there?" he nodded, caressing your hair, "okay. I love you, you know," you mumbled, before falling asleep.

"So do I, moth, so do I," he said, before leaving the room, letting the dogs on the bed.

He had some work to do, but now that everything was resolved, he could feel lighter.

He hadn't lost you, and that was all that mattered.

[tf-lover]

Caption Series - Empty Bets

"You kidding? Nah faggot I ain't giving you this back. This body was meant to fuck pussy and pass on its godlike genes, not be wasted on a fairy like you." Marcus sneered as he flexed.

Brad had a worried look in his eyes as he looked up at his own body. "Please Marcus, you can't just steal my body like that! It's not right! I put 10 years of work into looking like that, not you!"

Marcus strode up to Brad and grabbed the front of the now smaller man's clothes. He lifted him off the ground with ease, almost a foot off the floor because of their height difference. "Listen here. I'm Brad Manning now, not you. You were wasting this on being a faggot, so I'm putting shit right." He spat out. "Can't believe I was friends with a closet homo this whole goddamn time, makes me sick."

"But..." Brad could barely get a word out as he was forced to dangle off the floor. "What about us? I'm your best friend Marcus, are you really going to throw that all away over this?? I've told you so many times I'll help you workout and you always said no!"

Marcus rolled his eyes. "Well I guess you ruined that by being a fag didn't you?" There was a little flicker of sadness in his eyes, but that was soon replaced by anger. "I'm gonna miss you man, but I can't be seen around a cocksucker. Unless that cocksucker has a pair of tits!" Marcus laughed.

"Would you at least put me fucking down then asshole?" Brad scowled, too angry at Marcus to mourn the loss of their friendship.

Marcus' eyes flicked down to the front of Brad's shirt as the cogs in his mind started to turn. He still had a little lingering magic from what he used to switch them, just enough for what he was thinking of doing. "Now I'm on the outside, my old body really was a piece of crap. It would be much better with a couple of additions.."

Without any warning, Brad let out an involuntary moan as he felt his chest begin to swell outwards. Softer and larger as his nipples tingled and grew, whilst at the same time he felt his cock start to pull inwards. He wasn't an idiot, he knew what was happening to him. The long hair that flicked down in the edges of his vision all but confirmed it; Marcus was turning his old body female.

"Now, if you looked like this on the other hand... Then I could see us definitely staying friends." Marcus pulled the newly female Brad closer. "Way more than friends, if you catch my drift..."

Brad gulped. There were so many alien sensations going on in his body at the moment he barely knew how to process any of them. Least of all the sensitive tits that had his new pussy wet with every shift of his now too small t-shirt against his nipples.

"My old body you're in looks far better female, and I bet a fag like you has always wanted to know what riding your own cock would be like..." Marcus whispered. "What'd you say? Get your old friend back, and a hot boyfriend? All you gotta do is give in baby..."

"Fuck... This is such a bad idea...." Brad said as he glanced down at Marcus' bulge. The bugle that five minutes ago had been his. The bulge that he was heavily considering letting Marcus fuck the new hole between his legs with.

"That ain't a no..."

Brad's fragile willpower snapped. He reached down and started to rub his clit whilst the other hand squeezed his new sensitive chest. "Fuck me Brad, before I change my mind. If you don't make me believe we're better like this we're switching back, okay?"

Marcus, now officially Brad, grinned. "Deal baby. But you know how good this body can fuck, especially now it's straight like it was always supposed to be!"

[doom-dreaming]

Do you think cortana posted chief for national girlfriends day on the unsc's version of Twitter (he didnt even know about it until weeks later)

It had been nearly two weeks by this point and it only seemed to be gaining momentum. Groups of S-IVs would try to hide their snickering as they passed him in the halls. Whispering Marines would quickly shush each other when he walked into the room. He noticed the sidelong glances, the elbows jabbed into ribs, all the little movements that weren't as subtle as they thought. He'd even caught Roland and Captain Lasky in the middle of a hushed but heated conversation that he, apparently, didn't have the clearance for.

This had been normal when he was still a new fixture on Infinity, but several years had smoothed the edges off his reputation - at least enough that people could relax around him. Or so he thought. A backslide like this was...unexpected. And it wasn't even necessarily the principle of being left out of something that had started to bother him, it was more the fact that everyone seemed to be in on something he wasn't. And that it seemed to be about him.

"Mm, kind of rude," was all Cortana had muttered when he'd brought it up a few days prior. She'd been distracted, deep in the middle of analyzing something for Halsey, and he didn't think much of the dismissal at the time.

But by now, the strange conspiratorial energy aboard the ship had all the trademarks of a bomb about to go off and it was making him antsy in a way he didn't appreciate. "Cortana."

It takes a fraction of a second longer than usual for her projection to appear on the holodeck - a detail imperceptible and inconsequential to anyone but him - but she's bright-eyed and smiling as she materializes. "You rang?"

"You have to know something." He cuts right to the chase.

She sighs. "Chief, you know they put me on restricted access. I don't like it either, but I have to play nice. It's Roland's ship, if you want to know what he sees, ask him."

John narrows his eyes. He didn't believe her for a second. And she knew it.

She holds eye contact as her lips twitch into a barely-contained smirk. "Maybe there's something going around on the socials," she continues with a shrug. "Could be worth a look if it's really bothering you."

**********

The suggestion was still sitting in the back of his mind days later, unheeded. He had more important things to be doing than trawling through message boards trying to find a joke that no one had bothered to let him in on. It always felt like tuning into an unsecured comm. channel - lots of chatter with very little substance.

But he knew Cortana. And she was up to something. Besides, he had a few hours to kill before Commander Palmer needed him in the simulation room. He taps his way into his account, remembering his password with a combination of muscle memory and sheer luck. His inbox is overflowing with messages, but he opts to ignore them in favor of hunting down the threads with the heaviest, most recent traffic.

A thread simply titled 'Girlfriend Day' rises to the top of the list. His finger hesitates over it for a second, unsure if this was the lead he should be following. It seemed unlikely, but none of the other contenders had anywhere near the same engagement numbers... Resigning himself to a potential dead end and waste of time, he opens it.

The initial post is a picture of a young couple, both smiling. The man has his arm around the woman's shoulders. They're somewhere sunny, in civilian clothes. John doesn't recognize either of them and doesn't spend much time skimming the accompanying text before moving on.

He doesn't have to go far. Less than a dozen posts into the thread, he finds a photo of himself. It's not a bad photo, all things considered - it's a nice candid shot, he's cleaning a gun, his helmet sits on the bench beside him - but the rose-tinged filter and tiny pink hearts aren't doing it any favors. It'd been posted anonymously without a caption and he only has to read a few of the comments underneath it for things to start falling into place.

"Cortana..."

The holodeck glows a dim blue for three full seconds before she appears, hands on hips, eyebrows raised.

John silently tilts the screen toward her.

"Do you like it? I thought the hearts were a nice touch."

"Pink's not my color."

"Agree to disagree." She settles into a more relaxed stance. "Who knew one picture could get the ship buzzing like this? Infinity's starving for gossip, apparently."

"Everyone wants to know whose girlfriend I am," John sighs, finally setting the datapad down. "Where'd you get the picture?"

"Took it myself. Last month. It was hard picking a favorite, you know. I went through a lot of them."

"...how many do you have?"

"Oh, thousands. I don't show them to anyone. Well, aside from this one exception." She nods toward the datapad, then crosses her arms in response to the face he can feel himself making. "What, a girl can't have a hobby?"

[thejuvenilem]

Oasis on Melody Maker, 2/3/1996.

This edition covers the iconic BRIT Awards of that year.

Below is the transcription of the parts where Oasis are mentioned. (PS.: if you catch any typo, please let me know so I can fix it)

THE BATTLE OF THE BRITS

"THE tabloids are out to get me", JARVIS COCKER complained in last week's Maker. It may have sounded a tad exaggerated at the time. But not now. After the moment of inspired lunacy when he disrupted Michael Jackson's stomach-churning performance at last week's Brits, the self-righteous popular press made him Public Enemy No 1, condemning both Cocker and Oasis, who were also on supremely snotty form, for their loutish behaviour. While the tabloids have been raging and fuming in blustering indignation, however, most sensible people could only cheer Jarvis' outrageous pluck. Brian Eno described his actions as "heroic", and one observer wrote to a national newspaper demanding an immediate knighthood for the great man.

In this five-page Maker News Special, CAROL CLERK and MAT SMITH report on an unusually eventful night at the Brits Awards...

Caption of the Liam's image:

Liam, Patsy and the bum's rush

Caption of the Noel's image:

Noel meets Tony Blair: "Course I'll vote for yer, Tone. Just don't put up me fooking tax"

Caption of the Oasis' image:

"Altogether now - 'Shitelife!'"

"SEX 'N' THUGS 'N' ROCK 'N' ROLL"

WHILE Jarvis may have been grabbing most of the headlines for the Brits, the nation's favourite loudmouths, Oasis, kept their own flag flying for bad behaviour.

While scooping a hat trickof awards for Best Video, Best Album and Best Group, the Gallaghers and their entourage managed to scandalise the media and, apparently, the Brits Committee, since their acceptance speeches were greatly edited in the version which was finally shown on television the next day.

Oasis' first award, announced and presented by Michael Hutchence, was for "Wonderwall" in the Best Video category - voted for by viewers of "The Chart Show".

The occasion carried a special significance in that Liam Gallagher's current girlfriend, Patsy Kensit, was quite recently pictured in the papers with her hand down Hutchence's trousers. This had led to various bits of banter in the press, with Liam apparently sniping at Hutchence's girlfriend, Paula Yates...

"I heard Michael's going to give me a slap round the face", said Liam onstage. "So come on..."

Michael, instead, kissed him.

"And for another thing", carried on Liam, "I'd just like to say..."

"Sausages", interrupted Noel Gallagher, referring to Liam's starring appearance in The Sun's "Celebrity Sausage Game", which connected stars who are known to have shagged each other.

In a reported highlight cut from the TV version, Noel is said to have blasted Hutchence, saying: "Has-beens shouldn't be presenting f***ing awards to gonna-bes."

An Oasis spokesman commented: "That whole thing with Hutchence is really light-hearted. He would not have presented the award if he thought there was going to be a problem."

However, rumours later circulated that Oasis' Guigsy almost came to blows with Hutchence backstage at the official party.

According to one observer, "Michael Hutchence kept poking him in the shoulder, just trying to be a wise guy. Guigsy threatened to take him outside and sort him out, but then he said he didn't want to waste a fight on him."

The fact that the Best Video award was voted for by the public obviously meant a great deal to Noel Gallagher.

Onstage, he said: "Anything that's voted for by the fans is special. Anything that's voted for by idiots, corporate pigs, means nothing to us."

He later told a TV news crew who approached his table: "I don't need any fat pig record executives to tell me how good my group is."

It's tempting to imagine Noel returning his Brits in a few years' time, like John Lennon with his MBE, although Oasis spokesman chuckled, "I don't think so. I think he was just winding people up, but obviously there's a logic behind what he's saying. It's more important to be appreciated by the fans than by the industry. It's the kids who listen to the records who are important. We're not a corporate record label although we're distributed by Sony, and... (continues after the next image)

... they haven't taken offence.

Noel was actually raving about Creation and Alan McGee [its MD]. He brought Alan onstage with them later on.

The Maker's Paul Mathur, who was with Oasis on and off all night, agreed: "Most of it was winding people up", he said. "But it was supposed to be a rock'n'roll event, and there were all these stuffed-shirt, dicky-bow people giving awards to Annie Lennox and people like that, and theirs seemed to be the only creativity award.

"I think they were behaving the way they did just make it a bit more interesting. That's why Jarvis went onstage, cos he was bored. Oasis thought that was brilliant. It was gloriously silly behaviour."

At some point, Noel also declared: "I have nothing to say except for I'm extremely rich and you're not."

When Oasis - a real motley crew - marched up to the stage to collect their second award of the night, for "(What's The Story) Morning Glory?" in the Best Album category, things became more heated.

The award was announced and presented by Lenny Kravitz, and television viewers saw only one comment from Liam: "Thank you very much. I'd like to thank all the fans, all the people who have made us what we are... I'd like to thank... all the people." This was followed by a live film clip of Oasis playing "Don't Look Back In Anger", presumaly at one of their Earl's Court November shows.

What the TV programmers didn't want us to see was a hilarious sequence of events.

"Anyone tough enough to take us off the stage can come up now", huffed Liam. "It will take more than Ginger Bollocks [host Chris Evans] to throw us off."

There followed an impromptu version of Blur's "Parklife", renamed "Shitelife", and an episode in which Liam pretended to ram the award up his bottom and then sniffed the end of the statuette.

The Blur theme continued at a press conference after the awards ceremony. Noel, asked if he had a message for Blur, reportedly told the gathering: "Yes - goodbye. Pack your bags now because you're finished. You've had a 'Parklife' and now it's a 'Shitelife' for you."

Noel is also quoted as telling the conference: "They [the Brits Committee] are a bunch of tossers who think people like Sting and Bowie are the cutting edge of music."

Oasis' third and final award, presented by Pete Townshend, was for Best British Group.

The band used their acceptance speech this time to lavish praise on Alan McGee and Tony Blair, who was in attendance to present David Bowie's award.

Most of this joined the other Oasis footage on the TV cutting room floor. Oasis' spokesman recalled: "Noel said there were seven people in the room who bring hope to young people - the five members of Oasis, Alan McGee and Tony Blair. He had a rant about Tony Blair and the Labour Party, saying 'All you people out there go and vote for him.'"

With a brief "Power to the people!" from Noel, Oasis left the stage and returned to their table in boisterous spirits.

"They totally enjoyed their evening", said the spokesman, with amusing understatement.

"I think everyone was really pissed up", elaborated Paul Mathur. "Their attitude was basically just 'We rule the world so f*** you, you c***s.' The atmosphere around them was definitely one of triumphant heroes. There was lots of swaggering rather than anything else. They won the Best Band award which I think they felt they deserved last year.

"They were high-spirited rather than deliberately badly behaved. They were trying to shake things up a bit, as they've always done."

Joining Oasis at their table were their girlfriends - including Patsy Kensit - Alan McGee and a few hundred empty bottles.

"All the other tables were a bit boring by comparison", commented Mathur.

The only members of Oasis who stayed at the official Brits party for any length of time were Guigsy and Alan White. The rest headed back to their hotel, the Landmark in London's Marylebone.

There, accompanied by cronies like Robbie Williams, Vic Reeves and Lisa Moorish, they passed the night alternating between their rooms and the bar. The party was just about coming to an end at daybreak when Jarvis Cocker walked into the hotel.

Jarvis, who had apparently travelled straight there in a cab from the police station, seemed "a bit shaken", according to Mathur.

"I think we met him in a corridor as we were coming out of a room down to the bar", added Mathur. "He was saying, 'Why do people always pick on me?'"

"It was only then that we realised he'd been arrested. He's got a digital camera - you press it and see the picture you've just taken. And he had all these pictures of his cell and his toilet at the nick. I think everyone felt sorry for him."

Oasis' capers at the Brits sparked the usual rash of tabloid reaction stories - "Oasis Are The Beast Of Brits" (Daily Star) - but these are sometimes less critical now because of the papers' acknowledgement of the bands' achievements.

"Wonderhaul" glowed The Sun. "Oasis Are Different Class", cried the Mirror, informing its readers that "Noel's lads beat Jarvis and Co".

Oasis very appearance at the Brits was followed by a string of special features in the tabloids.

On February 20, the Star gave a centre spread to "Rock's King Of Crumpet" (Liam). The next day, the Mirror gave two pages over to "Mummy's Little Darlings" - "To Mrs Gallagher, they'll always be her angels" - and, on February 22, the Star was on the case again, playing jiggery-pokery with Liam's photograph to give him a make-over.

The Brits organisers have made no official comment about Oasis' loud behaviour, but a close source told The Maker: "They're rock'n'roll stars and, if they want to be loud, that's fine by us. I think everybody feels that way. Michael Hutchence said, 'Well, I loved their attitude. I didn't mind at all. I think they're great and I love the way they behave and I didn't care. That's just the way they are.'"

Jonathan King said: "I think it's quite nice that there is an element of rebellion reflected. When I was a little boy that was the kind of thing one used to want. I suspect the image and the reality are quite far apart, because what I particulaly like about the band is that they have a very good work ethic. I think they have the brains to do it right and the balls to do it rebelliously.

THE WINNERS IN FULL

BEST BRITISH VIDEO: Oasis for "Wonderwall". Presented by Michael Hutchence.

BEST BRITISH ALBUM: Oasis for "(What's The Story) Morning Glory?". Presented by Lenny Kravitz.

BEST BRITISH GROUP: Oasis. Presented by Pete Townshend.

source:

[keplerspacecraftofficial]

ok so penelope scott dropped her new video for Gross which is while not my top fave still an excellent song. great music video to drop on halloween. at 3:20, instead of the lyrics being the caption in that moment ("or I'm just a bitch/ but you'll never know") it is the following coordinates:

which brings us here:

czechia! and. Okay. the weird thing is, that while the google street view gives us this unassuming ass building,

that's because it's the tourist center for Kostnice v Seldeci-- Seldec Ossuary.

gorgeous. ms. scott, what the fuck.

this is all on top of the fact that when you turn on subtitles, the only time the youtube subtitles turn on is to say "Penelope:" "Honey:" starting at different sections. and variations on "(Penelope v Honey)" "(Penelope ^ Honey)" etc. "Honey Morello," according to Scott's Genius page, is a prior pen name.

also, i tried to start analyzing the inconsistencies between the lyrics sung, the lyrics put in the in-video captions, and the youtube subtitles and bitch they are Three Different Things. i'm falling down the rabbit hole. this post is long enough so it's going under the readmore for my nerds.

beyond that, someone pointed out the fact the text color changes over the course of the video? which i'm not studying right now. if you do that, do either put it on this post or tag me :O

Penelope:

It was so easy with you

So salty and gross

Made me feel clean by comparison

It was a tongue in my mouth

And a fire in my house

It made me look so innocent

I'm never gonna feel good again

I've played this game all the way to the end

Look at this stupid little song for you

You're pretty good at this game, too

I wish I didn't miss you

Or that I liked you at all

I wish I had the guts to fuck my own life up

I wish I had your set of balls

But I'm a chemical compound

I'm just the ring you take off

I'm just the next little girl you fake it with

Before you go make it work with the one that you love

I drink my dumb little drinks

(*glass breaking*)

(small note: there is a glass breaking sfx as penelope does, in fact, drop a glass. just watch the video)

Act like you care what I think

Or like I really wanna get to know you

Give everybody a chance

Put on my makeup and dance

Say things like, "I'll do anything for you."

Don't I look good in this dress?

In this well manicured mess

I look phenomenal, but only to you, oh

It's even worse than you think

Honey:

I'm watching everything

Penelope:

And I'll die before I'll tell you the truth

I'm never gonna feel good again

I've played this game through the end

One more stupid little song for you

You're better than you thought at this, too

I wish I'd never met you

Or that I wanted you still

I wish I had the guts to fuck my own life up

I wish you'd just come over and kill me

But I'm a chemical compound

I'm just the ring you take off

I'm just the next little girl you fake it with

Before you go make it work with the one that you love

And I don't even resent that

Do you get that I don't even object

I don't mind what you meant

But then how dare you express

Whatever brand of respect this is

When I made sure that we both know I'm a mess

Honey:

I hate it most when they're kind

When they have meaningful lives

And I'm the awful one standing next to them

It was an earnest suggestion, a real connection

Every part of me poses a threat to them

And if you're mean then they'll laugh

Like they don't understand

If you got it, you would fucking go home, well

~(Penelope v Honey):

Say that you want me still

(Penelope v Honey):

Say I'm just mentally ill

(again: above does not actually show up in the in-video captions. replaced by the coordinates)

Or I'm just a bitch, but, you'll never know

I'm never gonna feel good again

I've played this game through the end

I'll pull the plug or I'll wait it out

But I don't need you around

(Penelope ^ Honey) v (Penelope v Honey):

I wish I'd never met you

I wish I wasn't a waste

(another weirdness here. the lyric sung is "waste" as it has always been. in the captions, it is, "I WISH I WASN'T A FACE." but slowing it down frame by frame prior, one gets:

(i am hoping the above characters are a load of spambabble and not a cipher because i have spent too much time as is on this.)

The lyric flickers in, in full, for a single frame, and then it continues. hrm.

I wish I had the guts to fuck my own life up

Or the heart to set myself straight

But I'm a chemical compound

You're just the gun in my mouth

If you stopped romanticizing who I am at parties,

∃x (Penelopex ^ Honeyx)

∃x (Penelopex ^ ~Honeyx)

you'd find your way out

∃x (Honeyx ^ ~Penelopex)

∃x ~(Honeyx ∨ Penelopex)

∃x:

I wish I weren't a liar

I wish that I could be kind

(more of the spambabble crunch on line above. already weird enough with the rapid switching logical inconsisentcy narrators. don't have the time or patience to put all the images in again, but the same thing happens. the lines in the video captions are "MIRROR IMAGE ONCE OR TWICE./MEET YOUR DOUBLE MEET YOUR PRIME" nothing happens inside the video itself at that exact moment in terms of mirroring? hypothesis that someone should check if the frame is ever flipped.)

I wish that I could trust you

this line never actually comes up in the in-video captions, even on a freeze frame. "HAUNTING HUNTING HIVE MACHINE"

That things would turn out fine

gets to "that things would turn out" before turning into "GRASS IS GREENER GRASS IS GREEN". All following lines do something similar, getting only up to a point before changing.

But I'm a chemical compound

"WOMEN WOMAN DOG MOUSE GIRL"

I'm just a flash in your pan

MAN IS SORT IS GOD IS WORLD

And if you don't wanna play just say so

"DAISY YES? DAISY NO?"

And you'll never ever see me again

I HAVE SOMEWHERE ELSE TO GO.

∄x

something tells me we're playing with doubles.

will come back to this post in the morning. happy halloween!

[sweetie-bri]

*slips $10* can we please see a future caption with a mean girl turning into a gentle but sexy goddess?

Problem of Evil [Goddess TF Caption]

"Yes~ DIE FOR ME! You insignificant little parasite! You LIVE to please me, so why not die for me?!" The muffled cries of Anna's most recent sacrifice were snuffed out quickly by the dagger hitting the stone altar through the victim with a satisfying *clink.* The soul seeped deep into Anna who took it in graciously.

"All that matters is *me!* I *will* ascend to godhood, I *will* become beautiful..." The mantra she'd told herself since she started her cult became closer and closer to reality. Anna's routine was simple. Indoctrinate her small group of child acolytes, drug her adult acolytes, use them how she pleased but most importantly... End their lives on the ritual altar to accept their soul into hers.

It didn't even feel good, in fact, it hurt. Anna suffered continually for no better reason than the pursuit of eternal power. Eventually, after countless hours and almost a decade of ritual sacrifice. She allowed her mortal body to perish, accepting the power of the thousands of souls which clung to her into her spirit.

She woke with a start in a plane beyond description. She didn't hurt. In fact she didn't feel much of anything... The only thing to see was a small cyan and green marble in the center of the room. Earth.

So destructable! SO WEAK AND POWERLESS TO HER GODHOOD. Finally, she had everything she wanted. Anna's spirit could level the entire planet. Leaving it as smoldering rubble for her own amusement. And yet, she didn't.

For all her rhetoric and greed, it was almost beautiful. Watching countless lives live and die through years. Bonds and deaths, births to cultures she never saw in her mortal life.

"How could I... ruin this..?"

It humbled her. The idea of the world going on without her didn't frighten her anymore. In fact, she found it peaceful. Her hectic life making others suffer was absolutely meaningless on a macro scale.

She watched her old acolytes live and die. Their children, their children's children and their children to. Fighting to avoid rotting then rotting away. It made her giggle.

Every-so-often she would find a small human and imbue them with a disproportionate amount of energy, making them better, bigger, faster, smarter, stronger. She found it so... eye opening to watch them die. Their lives were so brilliant and yet, life moved on.

She mostly sat and watched, though. It was more comforting that way. Days turned to years, turned to centuries, turned to millenia. Before she knew it, nothing remained. Nothing she knew at least. Not even life.

Anna envied that which died, for now she realized that her godhood simply meant that no one could save her. There she sat, in a plane beyond planes unable to waste away. She was content.

This punishment was well deserved.

[yensunflowers]

so i saw this post about how modern nhs would use his phone as a equivalent of a fan. and tricking people into thinking he's not listening when is. and i added my own 5 cents and now i have a drabble! unspecified modern au with nhs as wwx's and jc's problem radar because it's not the gusu trio if they don't get themselves into some problems! unedited + written late, i might expand this au later... maybe

He was a party soul, honestly. He loved going out and spending time with people, listening to music, dancing, and anything but spending time studying. And it was no surprise that Huaisang was now sitting on someone's couch, in someone's house, he didn't really know the owner– But a good party wasn't happening every day! 

"...nah, no, we'll deal with him quickly."

He was alone though, with only his phone to keep him company. But it wasn't a problem really, he hadn't checked his Instagram feed for an hour now, so he had plenty of things to waste time on. Until someone comes up to dance with him. 

"Are you sure?"

He sighed. It would be great if someone did... Despite all his love for social media and all, he didn't really want to spend this whole night just on his phone, listening to the party noises. 

"Obviously! Come on, he's just a fucking brat who thinks he's in power now. All bark but no fucking bite."

His finger stopped mid-scrolling, his attention caught by a photo posted by one of his friends. Eh, Jiang Cheng wasn't a person to post anything often, so it was a big occasion! He tapped the screen twice and quickly opened the comments section. 

"I don't know, he seems strong... he beat up two people at once."

He typed a short comment about the photo and how shocking it is to see him active at all, before closing off the app. Though, he was even more surprised to see that almost instantly he got a notification back. 

"But they were unprepared losers. I'll get the old man's people, get some knives or something and we will fucking deal with the fucker."

It took him no time to open direct messages with Jiang Cheng, seeing that he was online. He was bored, alright? And Jiang Cheng was the perfect person to text! Well, maybe because he was sometimes funny to tease... 

"...you want to kill him?"

He texted him about how he was at some boring party and had no one to dance with, he had no one else to bother in other words. As if Jiang Cheng cared, was the reply. 

"Nah, wouldn't risk jail because of trash like him. Just stab him to show who's actually in power and that's it. A warning, you know."

Nie Huaisang sighed heavily and clicked out of the app again. He stared at the screen for a moment and opened the camera instead. He posed to the camera, opting for the same, well known pose he had in most of his party photos. 

"I don't want to deal with his brother if anything serious happens to him, though." 

It took him a moment to actually make a good photo, good quality, and all in this party lighting, but he looked super cute! He opened Instagram again and posted the said picture. He couldn't be bothered with a good caption, so instead, he just put the first emoji he had in his recent ones and tapped "post". 

"Ha! As if he cares about this annoying orphan... He will thank us for dealing with him, watch it."

And then, he opened his direct messages with Jiang Cheng again. 

you: you better watch ur brother btw

jiang cheng: why

you: [pic]

The photo was showing two guys sitting near the couch Huaisang was occupying. If they were a little less obnoxious and not so fucking loud, maybe he wouldn't hear their full conversation and their plan would succeed, but, well! Maybe if they cared about their surroundings more. 

you: ive been listening to them talk for some time

you: and they might be out for wei-xiongs blood

you: this time literally 

jiang cheng: fuck

jiang cheng: what the fuck 

you: take care, you two

Nie Huaisang tapped out of the app and raised his eyes from the phone. His gaze lingered on the two men, talking loudly and drinking some random liquor he was sure wasn't even party sponsored until his phone screen went black.

Well, he should sit around for some more, maybe. Who knows what else he would accidentally hear? He pulled out his earphones. This is going to be a long, long night it seems.