#I feel like I'm bound to annoy either the fangirls

[multific]

Injury

Astarion x Reader

Summary: Astarion has a strong affection towards you, so when you get badly hurt during a mission, he is mad.

You woke to his yelling.

He was angry, perhaps beyond angry.

You heard him yelling and even stomping his feet. The others were dead silent. You assumed no one dared to speak up to the very annoyed vampire.

You were hurt, you went out with the team, assuring your Lover that you would be okay, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, you were hurt rather badly.

He was on his way back to your camp when he smelled the blood. Too much blood for his liking.

And he knew that sweet tint, a signature if you will, to confirm that indeed, the blood was yours.

And he saw red.

He stormed in and demanded an explanation.

You were badly cut during a surprise attack from a goblin. A cut deep and painful.

They tried to heal you with any potion, or magic they had but all failed. It was believed the sword which cut you was of a special material.

So, you were bound to bed.

And not long after you fell asleep, you heard the yells of your Love. He was angry and rightfully so.

You wanted to call out to him, tell him to come to you and hug you, help you sleep, but you couldn't, you were too weak.

Soon, you heard the entrance of the tent being moved and a warm presence filled your room.

You felt already a lot better.

And when your eyes met Astarion's beautiful ones, you moved your hand for him to hold. He sat down next to you on the floor and held your hand gently.

"My Darling, I am so sorry. How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts." you replied weakly.

"I smelled the blood... I was so scared, Love."

"I'm so sorry for making you worry." 

"Then never leave my side ever again." you wanted to laugh but your side hurt too bad, so you only smiled.

"It will leave a scar." you let out a sigh.

"A scar is the last thing I worry about. Your well-being is much more important." he leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead. "I'll let you sleep now."

"Don't leave." you said as you grabbed his sleeve. 

"I'm not going to. I'll stay here with you, I just think you should sleep." you watched as he got into more comfortable clothing, which for him means only a pair of pants and he soon laid down beside you.

You slowly moved closer to him as your back met with his front and his arms moved to hold you even closer.

"I promise, I will never go out without you. It was stupid and I nearly died. I don't want to die." you felt his hand shake a little upon your confession.

"I don't want you to die either, My Sweet." there was a moment of silence, during which you felt as if he wanted to say something more. "I told you I would be able to turn you."

"I don't have enough blood in me to have this conversation, Astarion. And we talked about this before."

"I know. I'm just scared to lose you."

"I'm too stubborn to die, you know that." you felt him smile into your neck.

"Sleep now." he said and you had no objections.

Maybe one day, you will become a vampire. Maybe one day, you can make the promise of forever to each other and truly mean forever.

But you weren't ready just yet.

And until the day comes, you are going to enjoy every second with him. Because even if you are injured due to your own fault, he still held onto you so sweetly, he still kissed your hair with such admiration and love.

You were going to enjoy every second for now, before your forever with him starts.

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Ruler: Master of the Mask (1a-2b)

Alright I’m now caught up on Ruler: Master of the Mask and I have am going to tentatively place it on-hold until it’s racked up a few weeks of episode and I have a better idea of where it is going.

So far it shows ever sign of being yet another over-hyped and under-delivering youth fusion sageuk following in the footsteps of Mirror of the Witch, MoonClouds and Hwarang. The fact that it’s 20 hours long doesn’t particularly instill me confidence either. Since none of those dramas mentioned were able to maintain their pacing for a longer-than-the-standard-16 episode run and based on the premier alone I doubt this one will be able to either.

It seems a little premature to drop MotM altogether, however, since I attempt to give a drama at least two weeks before I decide if it’s worth my time. I gave Hwarang 5, for heaven’s sake. I should probably not be hasty. There are, however, some pretty big red flags for me already.

First of all, something in the dramas internal logic seems to be lacking. I fail to see how keeping the princes face covered serves the purpose the king indents, specifically to protect him from Pyeonsoo-hwe. It seems really late in the game trying to give him a body double at this point. At least the Silla Queen in Hwarang thought to put her son into hiding. If you’re going to keep the prince in the palace, have him wear the customary clothes of the crown prince and generally do nothing to hide his identity other than to have him wear an readily identifiable mask then what is the point exactly? And the policy of killing anyone who knows the prince’s face has an obvious draw back as of the first episode, because the people who are supposed to be keeping an eye on the prince can’t readily identify him. Not only that, but they’ve done a piss poor job of training his body double! And hiding the fact that he has a body double from the bad guys!

Basically corrupt-king-father is dumb as hell.

Additionally, we have a dearth of character development. While political background abounds, we know next to nothing about our characters and their motivations. Most specifically our ostensible main pairing. Prince Lee Sun’s motivation seems to be chiefly ignorance. Ga Eun’s motivation is...nothing. She just happens to be in the right place at the right time. All we know about her is that she’s bookish and nice to look at. Lee Sun is immediately taken with her for those reasons and nothing beyond that. Their dynamic so far is middling to poor. Yoo Seung Ho has significantly better chemistry with Yoon So Hee so far, and maybe that shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone.

Far more interesting than the main pair are our secondary male and female leads. Pauper Lee Sun at least finds himself in an intriguingly conflicted situation, and although I can’t say that I’m entirely convinced by L’s acting so far, he hasn’t put me off yet. Being obliged to help your oppressors in order to survive makes for interesting tension. Likewise, the fact that he is both indebted to and has reason to hold a grudge against the crown prince. Add in the fact that hinted to have an eidetic memory and per the promotional material (and the name) he’s fixing to be the princes new body double, his character arc probably has the most potential. Excepting only Hwa Gun.

Hwa Gun’s intelligent and head-strong nature and her position as the granddaughter of the big bad makes her particularly interesting and appealing to me. I also like how morally gray she is, although it worries me that she has been show to be jealous even at this early juncture and I doubt that we’re going to get a very complex treatment of her character. I fear a repeat of Eun Hye in the Hong Sister’s Hong Gil Dong and that would break my heart. (Hey look, this female character has complex motivations and seems to genuinely care for the male lead, better turn her into a horrible jealousy monster so there’s no quest what you should be shipping.)

I’m not greatly pleased with the emphasis the show is placing on establishing the existing relationship dynamic through love at first sight type cliches. I don’t know or really care why the characters have fallen for each other at this point, there doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to it, other than “designated love interest” bs. (i.e. the first leads have to be into each other, the second leads have to be interested in the corresponding first lead of the opposite gender. Do not pass go. Do not do anything to upset the traditional love polygon.)  Some complicating factors better come into this situation in short order or the romance in this drama is destined to be a snore-fest.

I don’t know. The premier was very hit or miss for me. Interesting enough that I watched it in its entirety, but not exactly blowing my hair back. I’m not entirely ready to write it off yet.

Jona

[ohwhatamessiam]

Self Control - Epilogue

Summary: Summer break leaves you with time to miss your favorite colleague. And you hope it's not too late to make a move.

Pairing: Professor!Sebastian Stan X TA!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Language, more realizations, the possibility of a HEA.

A/N: Hi again! I'm back sooner than y'all have come to expect, and this time I'm finally bringing you the end! So yeah, this story took on a life of its own and we're ending up with a different pairing than we began. I'm sorry for the Chris lovers who may not be down for this, but it's what ultimately made sense to me. I hope those of you who do want this extra lil bit of closure enjoy it! As always, a huge thanks to @fangirlisms-22 for sticking with me through this for what feels like AGES (4 years??) I tried to tag everyone, but some blogs have deactivated, changed urls, or won’t let me tag them. Here’s the Spotify playlist for the epilogue.

I love feedback, so send me your thoughts and feelings!

Self Control | Masterlist

You knock on the old wooden door and it creaks under the weight of your hand, just as it has since the first time you touched it last January.

“Come in,” he calls from behind the frame.

It’s been about seven months since you first stepped into his office, but it looks the exact same. The only thing that’s different is that his hair has gotten longer, and since it’s the summer, he’s only wearing a wrinkled t-shirt and sweatpants. You weren’t sure if he’d be here, in the middle of July, but Robert informed you during your meeting that afternoon that he was one of the few professors that were already back in office. Apparently Robert had challenged him to teach an intensive seminar on the archetype of martyrs in modern literature, and he’d bunkered down to work on the course syllabus and materials since.

Sebastian’s eyes widen as he sees you in his door frame, an embarrassed blush coloring his cheeks as he realizes you’ve never seen him in this relaxed casual attire. You press your lips together, trying to suppress the grin that pulls on your cheeks. It had been almost two months since you’d seen him, and you’d missed the annoying twinkle in his eyes when he looked at you for a little too long, or the way the moment you’d meet his fixed gaze he’d gulp and look away. Those moments reminded you how he really felt about you, when the rest of your time together was spent focused on students or pretending to be politely professional.

But this summer break has left you alone, giving you time to chip away at your manuscript, letting you work through your feelings about everything that has happened this year. And you needed that. Yet it also showed you how lonely you were now, and how your feelings began developing for someone besides Chris.

You step into the room and watch how he straightens in his chair. There’s a nice layer of stubble coating his jaw to let you know he’s been zeroed in on the task at hand for a couple of days. He motions for you to sit down across from him before he realizes the wooden chair is stacked high with books.

“Shit I’ll grab those,” he says as he pushes up from his seat.

“It’s okay, I got it,” you assure as you start to move the stack to the floor beside his desk. He still pushes towards the books, but it doesn’t stop your eyes from landing on the book at the bottom of his stack, An Undue Affair by CR Evans. It’s an unfinalized bound copy, but it’s clearly a mock up of the book about you that’s set to hit shelves in several months.

Your hand hovers over the cover as Sebastian freezes next to you, a worried look pushing his brows down. Picking it up, you do a quick flip through the pages and notice wrinkles and indents. Either it hadn’t been looked after well, or someone had poured over it. From the darkening of Sebastian’s cheeks, you would bet it was the latter option.

Placing it on top of the other books, you ask him, “How was it?”

He watches you with trepidation, hesitating as you sit down like nothing about this situation or these questions are weird in any way. You cock an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to say something. Instead, he sits down opposite you, his hands joining under his chin as he leans on his desk.

“It’s not bad, a little indulgent at times. And even though he tried to make the character that’s clearly him unsympathetic, he still comes off looking good. But you already know that, don’t you?”

“I don’t actually. I have no clue what he put in there.” His eyes examine you closely, and you smile in an attempt to smooth out his still evident concern. “I burned the copy he gave me in the spring without opening it.”

That answer only makes him look more worried. You shake your head, “I spent a lot of time hurting and trying to ignore the hurt after what happened to us. I didn’t need to rehash it even more than I already was.”

You catch that twinkle in his eyes, but as soon as you do he drops his gaze. “I don’t know how accurate the details in the book were, but if what happened was anything like what he wrote, I’m sorry. I had no idea how, um, deeply involved you two were.”

Still trying to lighten the mood in the room, you let out a laugh. “Seb, I thought you would have guessed when we ran into each other before Thanksgiving. I was such a fucking mess.”

“I knew something was off with you, but I figured it was personal. You’d made it pretty clear your relationship was none of my business.” A little chord of guilt pangs inside your chest at his words, but looking at his face, you know he didn’t mean for it to sound like that.

“It wasn’t. But now it’s about to be everyone’s business.”

“I’m sorry this is happening to you.” The sincerity in his voice almost makes your chest hurt. “I don’t agree with Chris’s decision, it's shitty to you. And you shouldn’t be put through what’s coming your way.”

Your eyes fall to his joined hands, still supporting his chin, keeping him locked in an open yet controlled position. “That’s actually part of why I’m here. When I was working through everything that happened this last year, I started writing my take on that relationship. I doubt it’s as literal as this,” you gesture to the book in front of you, “probably is. But I hope you’ll be open to reading it.”

His eyes soften, falling to your lips, your throat, before making it to your eyes. “I’d be happy to.” He nods gently, his fingers unwinding as he leans back in his chair. The rigidness falls from his shoulders.

���Good, thank you.” You nod back and close your eyes, reminding yourself why else you came into this room. You can’t let your nerve escape before you get the rest out. “I don’t think I can show it to Robert, especially not after he reads Chris’s novel. He’ll be so mad at me. I mean, I know he already is, but that’ll just confirm it all. But I trust you, and I hope you don’t feel any different about me now.”

A soft noise escapes his throat that forces your eyes open, forces you to take in his expression. It’s still gentle, but pained in a way you hadn’t seen since before last semester when he came to your office. Your heart thuds louder in your chest.

“I don’t feel any differently about you. But I think I see you more clearly now, I feel like I understand you better than I did before. And I know reading your side will only allow me more of that.”

You hold each other’s gaze for a long moment, vulnerability coming off you in waves you’ve never shown him before. And you know he’s right. You letting him in on a different level than you’re willing to give anyone else is no small feat. It means something. Whether he’s noticed just what it means coming from you, you’re unsure.

When he finally looks away you let out a sigh, feeling your heart beating even harder. Dammit, you need to just cut to the chase. Tell him the second part of your news.

He speaks before you do. “So which classes are TA-ing this semester? Any with me? I know Robert thought we worked well together.”

“He did. Actually that’s the other thing I came here to talk to you about.”

There’s a light in his eyes, excitement over your continued professional relationship. “Is it my analysis of Shakespeare’s comedies class? I know I threw your name out for that one, since I think we’d have a lot of fun.”

“No, I am not TA-ing for you.”

“Shit,” his eyes darken with disappointment. “I was hoping for that to work out.”

“No, I’m actually TA-ing for Robert this semester. For his postmodern literature class.”

“Well, there’s always next semester for us to work together again.” He says it with a small tug of his lips, the tease of a smile, but his eyes are still distant, like he’s trying to fixate on something besides his regret.

You can feel your heart in your throat as you say, “Actually, there won’t be.” You know this whole conversation feels dramatic, but you need him to listen to you. You need him to understand what you’re trying to do here. You’d been thinking about it for over a month, and after your meeting with Robert, you knew you had to get it out.

His eyes focus on you again, his brows furrowing, “Are you going somewhere or transferring?”

“No. I asked Robert if I could only TA classes you don’t teach anymore.”

“(Y/N),” Seb whispers your name, shock rocking his features. His eyes drop to the desk between you, and he shakes his head like what you’re saying can’t be right. “I didn’t know that you didn’t want to work with me. If you’d told me, I’d have never mentioned anything about you to Robert.”

“Seb, it isn’t that.” You place a hand on his desk, trying to pull his attention back to you. If his fingers were still within your reach, you would be squeezing them by now. “I told Robert it would be unfair of me to work with you again, considering how I feel about you.”

Something inside you snaps and you close your eyes again. It would have been easier to have this conversation away from campus. You could have called him and asked him to coffee, it would have made more sense to him then.

His fingers brush your own, gently teasing you to open your eyes, to look at him. You let out a deep breath and give in. His confusion from before is gone and something else has settled in its place. It could just be the warmth of his skin against your own, but you feel heat rise up your limbs. And his eyes are filled with something you’ve been looking for. What you’d been ignoring since he’d admitted his interest in you last semester. What you had prayed, at one point, might fade away.

His eyes twinkle with hope.

It’s something you let drain from you after Chris, and when it did you wanted it to stay gone. But it found a new home, a new person to attach to. It had already been planted before you realized it. And as you worked with him, watched how he encouraged and celebrated his students, it grew. When the semester ended you thought you could stamp it out again, but it refused to go away. So you finally gave it permission to bloom.

“How do you feel about me?” His words are so quiet, your beating heart almost drowns them out.

Your fingers find his and knot between them in a way you’ve been aching to do since the spring. “I remember what you said before last semester, how you felt about me before you knew anything about Chris and I. Do you still feel that way now?”

His thumb runs across your own but his eyes never leave yours, never lose that twinkle you’ve missed so much. “Even more so than I did then.”

“Well shit.” It’s merely a whisper, but it forces him to tighten his grip on you. Your eyes drop to your joined hands, your fingers that would be shaking if it wasn’t for him holding them still. “I took your promise to heart, and decided to take the job part out of the equation.”

His eyes grow wide again, but a slow smile tugs at his lips. “Are you saying-”

Your eyes find his as you cut him off. “We don’t have to be professional and platonic anymore.”

He pulls your fingers toward him as he leans forward. And then his grip loosens on you so he can place a kiss to your knuckles, and then your palm. You know you’re smiling now, but something builds behind your eyes. A heat you’d thought you’d left behind when you stopped crying over Chris.

But the tears that cloud your vision don’t hurt you. They don’t rise in your chest with heartache. They grant you a release from all the worries that you’d never find something that felt this good again. That someone would ever understand you, and then still choose you.

Seb stands from behind his desk, immediately going to you. His eyes look sad, but it’s not sadness about what’s happening between you. It’s sadness for what you’ve been through, it’s sadness that you couldn’t let him in sooner.

You’re standing, letting him pull you against his body when you notice you’re laughing. He holds you tightly against him, an arm wrapped around your back and another brushing through your hair. The relief you feel in his arms is enough to let you give into every feeling you’d been fighting yourself from having about him. They crash around you as your tears stain his shirt. You know you can finally let go of the leash you’d been using to control yourself.

His lips ghost your cheek and he whispers, “I’m promising you something new. I promise to do this right. No lying or sneaking around. And if anybody else gives a damn, fuck them.”

You’re laughing again and it feels so good. It’s so good to know you’re not someone’s second option, that you’re good enough to be chosen in front of everybody. And then his fingers are wiping your tears from your cheeks, his lips kissing the areas he just dried.

And goddammit, screw your self control. It doesn’t matter that you’re standing in his office in the middle of the day, with your boss just down the hall. It doesn’t matter that your ex was one of his closest friends. None of that matters now that you’ve made it here, and you won’t ever let any of that interfere again.

Your fingers knot in his hair and you pull his mouth to yours.

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Afterword: For clarification, unlike Chris and the reader’s relationship, Sebastian and Jennifer were purely physical and consisted of a few hook ups that occurred during September/October of this story’s timeline. That’s why Sebastian doesn’t fully grasp how involved Chris and the reader were until he reads his book. Also, Sebastian used protection when he was with Jennifer to avoid the possibility of knocking up one of his best friend’s wives. And the fact that Chris never uses a condom, nor asks if the reader wants him to, is just one of the red flags that indicated where their relationship was headed from the beginning.

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[alrightsnaps]

Jumping into the S1 vs S2 debate, if anything I feel people who are dismissive of S2 are either

1) Unhappy with the POC representation

2) Understandably upset S1 fans because of Rege's exit

3) In general dismissive of romance shows that are not somehow male oriented or have serious themes like heartbreak, angst, unhappy endings etc.

4) Dismissive of a show just because women form the largest viewership ("who cares what women want to watch, they're fickle")

Call me bitter, but I don't care about the opinion of people who passed judgement before even the trailer is here. I am going to watch it, enjoy it and applaud the efforts of all the people who have worked hard to make the show a success!

Being unhappy with PoC representation in season 1 is definitely understandable, but dismissing season 2 seems a bit at odds with this given that it has much better representation? Granted, it was.... not a great decision to cast both the Bridgertons and the Featheringtons as white, (essentially making 5/8 of the female leads white from the getgo), but s02 is one of the better ones in regards to diversity. I don't think the Sharma women's casting choices is a small victory, especially since many of the (valid) grievances in Bridgerton and Hollywood in general is the favouring of light-skinned actors for the limited number of PoC characters.

Being so upset with a character's exit so much that you dismiss a show before it even comes out seems a bit silly to me, especially since Simon and Daphne's story had wrapped by the end of season 1. I get that people would be unfamiliar with the different-love-story-each-season format, but it just seems childish to declare you're not watching before you even know what season 2 is about (before it had even started filming ffs), as many did when Regé’s departure was announced. The irony is that I can definitely see most of these people fangirling over Kathony 10 minutes into this season's premiere.

The dismissiveness of the romance genre seriously annoys me, and it's perpetuated by male viewers and actors. Also, men didn't seem to care when women formed the largest viewership of Game of Thrones for example, but then again that was a show about women getting abused, raped and treated like pieces of meat, so I guess our fickle tastes were easily overlooked then?

I 100% agree with you, I'm going to enjoy and applaud every minute of this season. We've been gifted with the most amazing cast we could possibly dream bringing a fan-favourite love story to the screen in a multi-million production. Haters can hate all they want, anyone who actually bothers to watch, rather than ranting about season 1 on the internet, is bound to love s02.

[punkscowardschampions]

Junior & Nancy

Gay nerds

Junior: Nance, how on earth are you tackling this art project? To say I'm discombobulated is an understatement that isn't getting me an A any time soon! Nancy: 😕 sums it up in a way. Obviously I can fall back on the twin thing but is that too safe? 😩 But we couldn't be more different Junior: 😖 Like, I love how vague and open to our own interpretation it is...but also I fucking hate how vague and open to our own interpretation it is! 😢😂 No one would blame you; least of all me, 'cos I was tempted- being the sore thumb I am when counting our ten- and I've not even got the twin angle everyone is so about in all areas of art tbh Junior: If nothing else, Buster is a willing participant in a photo op always? Junior: Ooh, you could get something matchy match from your childhood photos (I know they exist) and splice it with portraits of you now...Think that elevates it Nancy: You've put your finger on it. Nancy: But I don't think you're so right about the lack of blame 🤔 even with the boy/girl straight/gay redhead/brunette angle it still feels ??? Nancy: Basic 😒 Junior: I get you Junior: Meant to become the next Magritte in just 4 weeks, like !!! Junior: Well, I've heard at least 4 girls from class saying they're going to do a heavily made-up portrait next to a #nofilter #naturalbeauty one so Junior: We'll do better than that by default but I'd like to come up with something vaguely original still Junior: Miss' sanity relies on us lowkey, no pressure 😷😜 Nancy: I had that passing thought let it go though 😜 Nancy: You could text her Nancy: 😕 yes pressure Nancy: What to do? Junior: I like to keep it in professional hours Junior: for her sake, she gets a bit amorous when she's had a glass o vino after work Nancy: 😮 she does? Nancy: can I bribe my way to top of the class by raiding the cellar Junior: That was my second suggestion 😏 Junior: Take one for the team please 🙏 Nancy: but she's straight STRAIGHT Nancy: couldn't be enough Nancy: back to the mindmap Junior: Damn straights 😒 Junior: if all else fails, we can put this grade next to our last Junior: break the fourth wall, v meta Nancy: our school gets the one bohemian who is Nancy: put her next to the sterotypical art teacher Junior: did you mean my mother? 🤔 Junior: her, the engineer, hilarious 😂 Junior: Mum'd be up for it, you may borrow her Nancy: I might yet Nancy: when's this due again? Junior: we've still got 3 weeks, don't worry Junior: just trying to get it over and done with here Nancy: I should Nancy: The Tempest essay is due soon Junior: Don't remind me, even the gayness can't make it enjoyable, like many a teen show 🤷 Junior: Could combine? Somehow? Umm Junior: The supernatural characters and the humans...why yes, I am clutching at straws Junior: This term is killing me Nancy: If I'd get away with handing in some shots instead of an essay I would Nancy: not happening Nancy: 😩 Nancy: What ideas have you had? For the juxtaposition...forget the tempest Nancy: burn that Junior: If only, 1000 words=1 photograph, no contest really Junior: again, if only Will had 💀 Junior: The idea I can't get out of my head, even though it has been done to death so is BEYOND basic, is mashing up a classical art piece with something modern and pop culture...to say something about me (eww!) Junior: Tbf, they usually use Renaissance or very very famous art pieces so I could win points by using some relevant surrealism/ going beyond calling Mona Lisa #flawless Junior: Its all I've got Nancy: I think it's good Nancy: Let's both run with overused concepts and make them not basic in our way Nancy: act like we planned it Nancy: nobody has to know we had no other ideas Junior: Absolutely 😎 Junior: Total confidence is key, comes so natural to the both of us, like Junior: I think worrying about being 'original' is the true hack thing to do here anyway 💅 Nancy joined the chat 13 hours ago Nancy: 😖 yes Nancy: stealing that all Nancy: now if you could keep it going and give me some thoughts on shakespeare to plagiarize 😜 Junior: If I could, I would but even SparkNotes isn't helping me Junior: shall we peruse the best film/stage adaptations? maybe tomorrow night if you're free Nancy: I've seen the 2010 version a few times for obvious reasons Nancy: but yeah the others not so much Nancy: we need to do something that isn't me asking my mum for help Junior: Oh, babe 😂 that's the real tragedy here, you doing that to yourself Junior: maybe I'll borrow her and she can do mine for me Junior: still down for a movie night obviously Nancy: 🙉 Nancy: Lead female character Nancy: Shakespeare should've Nancy: Please do take her Nancy: mum swap 😂 Junior: As much as Bill LOVED any excuse for a drag show darling... stick with the evil queens and witches 😘 Junior: Let's do this, full family swap! Let them drive you insane for a bit whilst I live the life 😬 Nancy: Switch that around both my parents are so type A Nancy: Plus you've got all the brothers and sisters to dodge behind Nancy: Buster takes more heat off than most but he's still just one boy Junior: well, mine would refuse to be bound to a type, just as annoying I promise Junior: Its true I can mostly fade into obscurity with all their shenanigans, yet it still somehow isn't the case, just 12 nosy people in your business instead of the usual 2, with a disinterested brother flexing off in the background Nancy: 🙈 Nancy: I'm not having kids Nancy: Don't care if the future wife is frantic Junior: It is an issue that divides all of us tbh Junior: I don't think I'd mind one, to put all my efforts into Junior: but unlikely Junior: unless I co-parent from the sidelines with your wife Nancy: weirder scenarios have come about Nancy: I'd prefer a kitten Junior: steal one when you come over Junior: Ma'd probably notice but really, do we need so many? Nancy: Gran's such a dog person can I get through the door Junior: True, true Junior: Always living on such extremes this fam Junior: I don't know 😏 Nancy: look at me and my brother ultimate homo and hetero Nancy: embarrassing Junior: 😂 Junior: I'd love to suggest he doth protest too much but lbr Nancy: dad's never been prouder 😂 no teen pregnancies for his little girl Nancy: shakespeare would write that Junior: Who are we putting our money on to go first Nancy: that's harder than it sounds Junior: Rio is obvious choice but I sometimes think Grace might go insane and come along and take the claim Junior: *Shudders* Nancy: change the subject I beg you Nancy: I'd rather hear about your attempts to avoid your secret admirer who's a girl and hopelessly 💘 Junior: well, I would rather pretend that was not a thing 😬 Junior: as your brother once eloquently put it, when he was very pissed, 'i could clean up and get untold amounts of pussy' Junior: and that's that on that Junior: considering getting a face transplant 'cos my off-putting demeanour is not doing enough 😒 what problems to have, eh? the privilege of it all! 😂 Nancy: maybe we should go under together Nancy: moral support and potential discount Nancy: if I get told I don't look gay one more time I'm returning my badge Junior: well, where is your crewcut and tank top, like? 🤔 Junior: out here confusing the masses like that, idk Nancy: 🙉 Nancy: Not an identical twin playing tricks either how dare I Junior: why can't you just get in your box and like it, god damn it Nance! Nancy: unrelated except about boxes but should I get some new kit for this project or am I just stalling Nancy: a memoir Junior: any excuse 😜 Junior: but yes, do it Junior: i'm using it as excuse to go 'round all the best art galleries in town again so Nancy: Can I tag along Nancy: they're so quiet it's everything Junior: Naturally Junior: We're art students, we've gotta act like it, I'll keep the pretentious commentary to a minimum if you keep the equally as pretentious 'grams down too 😘 Nancy: I'll try Nancy: The feed wants what it wants though Junior: Can't argue, just leave the real money outta the shot Junior: Gotta leave my fangirls wanting more, like 😂 Nancy: That I will promise Nancy: Not trying to be mobbed by straight girls Junior: You mean you resist the lesbian stereotype of LOVING that too?! Nancy: Somehow it's managed Junior: no mean feat, one of the few gays in the village Nancy: Don't clap it's too loud 😂 Junior: *Finger clicks like this a slam poetry night* Nancy: Thank you Nancy: [sends a selection of childhood pictures] how early years can I go before everyone's rolling their eyes Nancy: Thank you too mum for these. Why did you do this to us? 🙈 Junior: Awww what 👼 Junior: This is how I like to remember Buster, before it all went wrong... 😉 Nancy: 👶🥕 Nancy: The glory days Junior: Weren't they just? Junior: At least you didn't have an extra older sister to dress you up, that's worse...the photos I could bring out, good lord 🙄 Nancy: 😜 And I wasn't that sister. You've welcome Buster Nancy: 🍀 Junior: *Whispers* Can we agree he needs SOMEONE to give him a makeover tho Nancy: I volunteer you as tribute Nancy: I've tried Junior: Maybe next family gathering Junior: if he shows Nancy: Bide your time Nancy: birthday present failsafe idea Junior: the amount of birthday celebrations in this fam is unholy Junior: We have a better social life than I would ever wish for, ugh Nancy: don't make me think about it Nancy: I'm sharing and it's made no difference Junior: wouldn't want you to miss out on all that good good attention we all crave 😂 Nancy: 🙈 Junior: Speaking of attention, have you heard the latest gossip that has piqued our peers? Nancy: You tell me Nancy: I can't think of anything off the top of my head Junior: Mark Colm Junior: a massive gay? Junior: I can't make up my mind if they're just hysterical and he's just a bit camp Junior: or there's something in it Nancy: He's one of us Nancy: Definitely crushing on the headboy I've seen him looking Junior: Isn't everyone? Junior: Even the teachers, complete popularity contest got him that position Junior: Interesting, though... Nancy: Besides me in my minority of one Nancy: And Sian would never Junior: Sian Gaffney? She's never gay! Thought you didn't do straight girls, you're reaching there Nancy: 🙉 not her she's dating the oldest Keenan lad Jake? Blake? idk Nancy: She'd love to ride half our class anyway Junior: Ohh you mean Mrs Kelly, duh Junior: yeah she's one of the only decent teachers about, doesn't seem like she goes in for all that popularity politics Nancy: No she doesn't Junior: Seems like a good place to while away a lunchtime Nancy: don't tell everyone how fun it is there'll all wanna join me Nancy: not ready to say goodbye to my happy place Junior: I think your secret is safe from the masses, even if I suddenly got uncharacteristically chatty Junior: Even the ones that don't take the piss and are relatively decent human beings Junior: still rather go get a nandos or whatever it is they do Nancy: Yeah I'm an open book if anyone asks 😂 Nancy: I'll stick with the one stereotype I'm okay with embracing, my eager vegetarianism Nancy: No offence lads Junior: Its all kale and charitable acts with this one Junior: No ulterior motives at all 😏 Nancy: just a rich girl with more wealth than she can give away 😜 Nancy: nothing else to see here Junior: mhmm okay 👌 Junior: we'll pretend I don't know you better than that Nancy: Hey you don't know everything Junior: True Junior: are you in the mood for telling? Junior: 🤔 Nancy: Sometimes Nancy: Can't put it all in my art Junior: not if you don't want Miss to think you're trying to tell her something Junior: flattered but straight, like Nancy: She's not the one Nancy: She'll be flattered to hear Junior: Indeed Nancy: When there is someone it'd be nice to talk about it Nancy: Sometimes like I said Junior: Well, you know where I am Junior: When there is someone Nancy: But I wouldn't know where to start Nancy: I can't put words to it ?? Not the right ones Junior: That's not just you Junior: If I'm to understand all the songs and poetry professing they too have no words Junior: Can but try 🙂 Nancy: Helpful Nancy: What about you? Headboys to one side. Any crushes? Junior: No, no Junior: No point, is there Nancy: Doesn't mean there's a way to stop yourself Nancy: Wish I could just No at myself Junior: I don't know, I don't find it too hard Junior: but you're out so its different Junior: I wouldn't want to go out with anyone...even if Mark is a gay Junior: what would he want with me Nancy: You're a catch Nancy: Out or not he'd be punching above his weight to have you Junior: I don't think there's any point being with someone if you can't be open with it Junior: Being a dirty little secret isn't going to feel good for either party Nancy: For some people it feels worth it Nancy: Just to be with, or around them Junior: Perhaps Junior: Safe to say I don't feel that deeply for any lad here so yeah Junior: keeping on my shelf for now, like Nancy: There's a junxtaposition, us on our respective ledges Nancy: I can't remember what being happily single is like Nancy: Another lesbian stereotype for the list Junior: Don't, how depressing 😂 Junior: I am not about that angsty teen art life Junior: How do we get you a lady? Junior: Do we have to hit the clubs? Nancy: 🙈 Nancy: No no no Nancy: Give that up for a bad job and worse idea Nancy: I'm too picky Junior: You're speaking to me Junior: vowed a celibate here Junior: we can do this for you Nancy: We can't Nancy: Leave me in my rut Junior: Fine fine 😋 Nancy: I'll be in my dark room angsting 😂 Junior: Noted Junior: I'll drag you out for museums and Tempest film marathon tomorrow, yeah? Junior: 'Til then madame Nancy: Looking forward to it Nancy: Stay inspired 💚 Junior: Stay golden 💛