#I found pic 1 while trying to look for something else

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Australian Grand Prix, 2018 🐰

[justatypicalwizard]

Katsuki doesn't believe in love at first sight

Katsuki never believed in love at first sight. How could someone meet eyes and feel as if a thunder ruptured down from the skies and struck them? To love someone means to accept every part of them and to be able to incorporate them into your everyday life. It means building a brand new everyday with that person.

In order to do so you need to know a lot about them. Who they are, what are their plans for the future, what is their character and so on. Then you need to see if you are compatible in many spheres. You need to invite them to your friends group to see if it’ll hit off, you should try living together, they need to get to know your parents.

There are simply so many things to check off the list in order to be able to say you love someone. Otherwise it’s just empty words. I love you here and there. I love you for a week. I love you when you do as I please. Bullshit.

Mina constantly pestered Katsuki that his definition of love feels more like a chore or a job interview than like something a human would be able to accomplish. It wasn’t his fault he had some standards everyone else seemed to lack.

So even now Katsuki doesn’t like to admit that he fell in love at first sight, because it wasn’t the first time when he looked at you.

A quiet ping of his phone tore him out of his work. A new message from someone he didn’t recognise. Without much thought he opened the text.

[Hi, you may not know me but we go to the same lecture on Wednesday at 1 PM. I heard you have neat notes and wanted to ask if it wouldn’t be a problem if you send me today’s ones. I  got sick and couldn’t come and I wouldn’t want to fall behind with the material. Thanks!]

Geez, was there a longer way to type it? Couldn’t you just write: can you give me notes? On the other hand he always complained about people being douchebags.

Clicking onto your profile Katsuki saw a cheesy photo and a few posts from your daily life and vacations. Nothing much to be honest. Yet, he could vaguely remember your face around the people who entered the lecture hall. It won’t hurt to help.

[Sure]

[File attached]

Pushing his phone to the far end of his desk he went back to work. A few minutes later there was another quiet ding and this time Katsuki felt irritation bubbling inside him. It was you once again.

[Thank you so much!]

[I owe you]

[If you ever need anything feel free to write]

Whatever.

It only took a week for Katsuki to be indeed looking for help from someone. Once in a while, during his hero training, he was forced to pair up with someone in order to work on his rescue skills. Usually they’d use dummies but some fucktard in the course planning team decided that it would be most helpful if the students could train with a real human.

Normally Katsuki would ask Mina. He’d swallow his pride and force himself to listen to her babbling for two hours. Just to get it done. Unfortunately, Mina dumped him today, leaving only a [sorry, not feeling well, find someone else]. Damned flu season.

Who was he supposed to ask now, Denki?

As he scrolled down his chats, your profile pic flew by making Katsuki halt.

If you ever need anything feel free to write.

Screw it, you said it yourself, might as well find a person already and move on with his day. He typed a quick explanation and pushed the send button. The day was nearing the afternoon when you responded.

[Sure, if it’s two hours I can make it. Send me when and where I should be]

He shrugged and gave you the address for today's training.

In the early evening Katsuki found himself trotting towards his usual fighting ground absentmindedly. He was thinking about something related to work at Miruko’s when the idea flew out of his head. You were there, he could see you from afar, walking in circles in front of the main door.

Were you an idiot? It was the middle of winter and the early evening cold tore through layers of warm coats to sink into your bones. Why weren’t you entering the building to warm up a bit.

That’s why Katsuki is so stubborn about the whole love at first sight thing. It certainly wasn’t that exact moment when his heart skipped a beat because of you. You were shivering, hiding your chin and red tinted cheeks deeper into the collar of your winter coat. When you spotted him you reached out a gloved hand and waved.

“What the fuck are you doing outside, get in there or you’ll catch another cold.” He persisted, ushering you towards the entrance.

“Wow, good evening to you too.” You looked at him from under your woollen hat, surprised to get yelled at first thing you see him. Though, you did hear the upcoming pro-hero Dynamite, who went to the same lecture as you, was rather intense. “I don’t know, this place just looks fancy. Didn’t want to stand inside like a dumbass not knowing where to go.”

“So you stood outside like a dumbass not knowing where to go.”

“Exactly.”

He let you in and showed you around. After leaving your coat and getting a warm tea (his idea), you were ready to help with his training. The support students and university staff running around asked you to take off any unnecessary piece of clothing such as jewellery or sweaters that could get in the way. You gladly went through with their instructions.

You b-lined another student, a senior support course, who showed you the place where you’d be waiting to be rescued. The spacious arena was moulded into the shape of a city. Some buildings were fine, others rundown as if a villain attack rolled over them. There were paveways and roads, streetlamps and plastic trees. You even spotted a car, though it didn’t look like it could take off anytime soon. 

“It will look the same over and over. You sit or lie down in the place where I leave you and wait for your hero.” Your guide briefed the rules. “And every time pick out a different scenario and tie the band in the place that is put on it.” He handed you a dozen of ribbons with small notes attached to them. The first one you grabbed read: broken arm (tie around elbow).

“Sure.” You nodded your head and he left you on the second floor of a wannabe office building. There were a few chairs scattered around and a table that had a weird bite mark on it. You obediently wrapped the band around your arm and sat down on the floor, waiting.

You wondered how it’ll be, to get fake rescued. You were never in such a situation, always watching the villains from the comfort of your TV rather than first hand. What was Dynamite’s quirk? Suddenly you felt stupid for not knowing. On the other hand, you were never up to date with new heroes and all the popularity polls or colourful magazines. Guess you’d just have to wait and see.

Katsuki didn’t leave you for long. You were counting the pieces of shattered glass beneath your feet when a series of explosions passed beside the building. The small pieces you were meticulously adding shook and you let out a squeak when something heavy hit the wall behind you.

“Shut up, it's me.” Craning your neck, you saw Dynamite’s face, upside down, looking at you. He was halfway through the window. “What have you got?”

“God, you scared me.” You chuckled but quickly shut your mouth. The guide asked you to play the best victim you can. Victims shouldn’t laugh.

Dynamite hopped in front of you and crouched to read the note attached to your elbow. He mumbled something in the lines of fucking scenario and looked you straight in the eye.

“I’m gonna get you out of here.”

There wasn’t anything dramatic going on, it was even quiet outside save for a few shouts here and there. Yet, there was just something in a bulked man looking at you and promising you protection, one secured by his own arms. You felt like the guy from the firefighters video.

You couldn’t stop the giggle at the thought.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” Dynamite spat.

“Nothing, nothing.” You shook your hands in front of your still laughing face. “Oh shit, this one’s supposed to be broken. Okay, just save me already.” You really fought with the snicker but the cheesiness and awkwardness of the whole situation had you in a chokehold.

“Whatever.” The hero sighed, visibly annoyed, and scooped you into his hands like a sack of potatoes. “I’ll need you to wrap your legs around me. Push the broken arm into my chest and use your healthy one to hold onto me.”

You did as instructed and glued yourself to him as tight as you could. He still held you with one of his arms and just when you started to wonder how the two of you would get down from the second floor he jumped out of the window.

A scream escaped your lips but it was muffled by a loud explosion.

For the next two hours you flew through the air in Dynamite’s hands over and over again. He held you in different ways, depending on your supposed injury, but every time you landed into the safe zone, you realised you were the first or nearly the first. That guy was quick like hell.

The last scenario rolled over and it was a panic attack. You were supposed to be physically fine but otherwise unresponsive and difficult to work with due to your shock. Dynamite tried to take extra steps to calm you down, speaking about how he’ll take you to safety and how it will all be over in a second. It looked like he was having a hard time.

“I need to touch you to take you somewhere safe.” He said, wrapping one of his hands around you.

When you were both at the safe zone, with cardboard paramedics to take care of you, Dynamite did something different. Instead of leaving you in the place where the group of injured would grow, he carried you straight to the ambulance.

“She has a panic attack.” He said to the empty fake vehicle and you just couldn’t take any more of it. You erupted in a fit of laughter. Your body shook in his hands and you gripped the X on his uniform to steady yourself. “What the fuck?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You tried to explain but the laughter squeezed your throat. “I’m a shitty actor.”

“I see that.” Dynamite grumbled.

“Do you really need to talk to cardboard people and empty vehicles for two hours every week?” You asked, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“Is it really that fucking funny?”

“No, no! I get it.” You finally calmed down, letting go of the front of his costume. “It’s not that funny, maybe a bit but not that much. I think I’m just in a good mood.” You shrug your shoulders. “It was fun, flying with you, like a free rollercoaster ride.” You gave him a big, big smile. A big genuine smile. A big, genuine, lovely smile, with your eyes closed and teeth out and cheeks tinted pink.

People are stupid. That’s what Katsuki thinks. It’s not love at first sight. It’s love because of a single sight.

Even though Katsuki came to some fundamental conclusions in the topic of love he would get all defensive and intense when he was asked about how the two of you met. It would sound way better if he could say the two of you met, then started to talk more, then went on a date and agreed to meet each other and so on. He just felt so stupid, so awkward and silly when he had to admit that all it took for you was a single smile to make his heart skip a beat.

The worst part? It felt a little pathetic honestly, as if people never smiled at him, but truthly they didn’t, not like that. Not like you.

Katsuki still doesn’t believe in love at first sight. Yet, every other piece of his meticulously calculated equation of love was torn down and rewritten, all of which he gladly took.

[madockisser]

I just finished Elfhame series and came across your tumblr and your post about "Cardan just wanting love" and your analysis was enjoyable to read.

However, after finishing books 1, 2, and 3, I get the feeling that Cardan isn’t... faithful to Jude. Fae are very poly, and Cardan was/is definitely a thot, and Jude's insecurities over that never go away.

Do you believe Cardan is monogamous after The Wicked King?

Will cardan stay loyal to jude? / cardans views of faith / his love for jude

😭😭no hate to anon but i can’t ever picture cardan NOT being faithful to jude. Also anon did you read “how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories”

btw I’ve made posts like this before(regarding his faith) and they dive into other aspects of why i think he was faithful: this one!!!

he singled jude out from the very beginning during palace school, he fell for jude WHILE he was with nicasia, for so many reasons.

he at first found her infuriating and frustrating for her advantages that she had and he didn’t, despite being raised on the idea that humans were garbage.

then he fell for her determination and audacity, her cunning and strength. even as jude made him look weak, he wanted her and only her.

Meanwhile, cardan hates ass-kissers, which is nicasia, and the rest of the court. He hates that courtiers will allow him to slap and use them, all while going home to people that actually loved them. This is stated in his novella.

Cardan is brought up on the idea that he is a prince that has nothing, that he is worthless despite his title, and he hates it. And that’s how the people treat him, adored and petted on for short times (mostly for favor), but ultimately abandoned and unloved.

Yes, cardan has had lovers, as seen in tcp, in twk, but never after the beggining of the wicked king when he’s shot at. of course courtiers drape themselves on him, but he is aware that they do not love him and that he does not love them, he has only grown not to lash out at them, at which i imagine was based on the fact that he was no longer under balekins suffrance (his beatings) and because he now had jude (even if they weren’t really allies at this point, he still craves Jude’s favor and acts accordingly, as seen as when he gives Taryn his army bc he thinks she’s jude, as seen as him trying time and time again to gain her favor in twk)

Because he wants jude to trust him. Even in the first book, even BEFORE the first book, in his novella, cardan WANTS jude to admire him. he wants jude to see him as he wishes to be seen, princely and powerful, i will attach a pic below from his novella:

(Honestly this pic ALONE pretty much seals the deal for me that he wouldn’t so much as look at another, let alone cheat on jude)

now, onto monogamy and fae standards:

Cardan has shown a clear dislike for many fae standards and cultures.

He sees humans differently from others, he sees life as precious and as something to hold onto, (I’m talking about his morals and his unwillingness to kill even someone that another faerie would consider beneath him), he is unlike his brothers in the power-hungry sense, he likes taking the easy way out, and he craves true love above all.

Jude’s monologue once said that faeries view lovemaking as a sport, as a game. But cardan also said that he never saw love as a game. And he cannot lie.

Add on: bro LITERALLY called jude his GOD. and he cannot lie… so why would he ever have anyone else? exactly!

Another thing, his view of human culture. We know he read Alice in wonderland. We also know that to humans, exchanging rings is commonly our wedding/marital tradition. It it not a fae tradition, for a bride and groom to give each other rings.

Cardan went out of his way to learn about Jude’s culture when proposing to her, and he also stole her ring very early on in the wicked king, so i can imagine that he was planning to propose for a while. To make her his queen.

It is also human culture to remain loyal and monogamous.

Then, when she left during the exile. he was devastated, and begged her to come home in letters that his mother did not send.

In twk, cardan learns, slowly but surely, how to be good. How to be a good king, a good person. For Jude. He learns that he doesn’t have to resort to drinking himself sick to avoid all the misery he endures, but to overcome those miseries and become a good man. and he does it partly for jude and also of course-for himself.

Cardan never knew he could be good, he could be loved. But jude taught him that. (If that isn’t enough to think that he wouldn’t remain monogamous then damn)

Then of COURSE there’s the fact that jude is human. there aren’t many unglamoured humans in elfhame, and obviously Jude’s body is different from a faerie. i like to think that cardan has a specific attraction to Jude’s human body, rather than the same old faerie bodies he’s seen. (I get it king)

LASTLY, i just want to remind us all of how cardan reacted when he found nicasia (of whom he was in a royal relationship with, like him and Jude) with Locke. the photos from his novella are below:

He views nicasias little fling with Locke as excruciating, as a horrible painful betrayal, and he trusted her not to hurt him. (Similar to him and jude, how they trust each other by the end of it, not to hurt one another)

and also, i highlighted “pretend” because although it is faerie standard to be poly in many relationships, cardan STILL is pained by her actions and his dignity and heart are both in shreds. he will pretend to love her after, if the opportunity arises and nicasia doesn’t love him, if it turns out to be just a fling, but he would still be pained by being with her.

if that is how cardan feels about being with lovers, about jude being poly or him being poly, why would he go and inflict that on jude?? he wouldn’t. what him and jude have is much more real than what he and nicasia had because it wasn’t built on obligation (and also the idea that nicasia was going to eventually murder him and steal his throne)

Moral of the story, cardan would not be with other lovers for these reasons: he loves her and he loves to be loved by her, he has learned human cultures to make himself a better husband for her and he follows those traditions, he is heavily distrustful and he dislikes courtiers. also him and jude are MARRIED ROYALTY, at which they are bound by the throne and the land to be together or whatever

anyway thanks for coming to my Ted talk! it shocks me that anyone would think that he would be with others, even if it is faerie culture, cardan is absolutely DEVOTED to that woman (i understand you king)

add on: also ofc jude is scared to get her heart hurt, she guards her heart the ENTIRE series until the end w cardan- and she’s sad when she sees him w nicasia when she asks cardan to get w her in twk. also he’s smoking hot and the king so yeah i would be thinking abt his sex life too lol. also- bro doesn’t even consider the thought that she thinks he may have been w another lover (in qon when they are about to bang) like he is so madly in love w her and she doesn’t even see it, they’re so cute! ALSO cardan has finally found love w jude so it doesn’t make sense for him to go and seek out another, especially since he’s distrusting and hates boot lickers lol

sorry for being so dead on here, I’m from the US so i was saving this last week for rotting my brain on TikTok for the last few days !! I’m working on more asks and ily 🫶 also feel free to add anything i probably missed!! This was messy and lmk if there are any typos!! ok bye

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

If you’re still taking requests: sebson mistletoe matchmakers, one of those 5+1 things, like they use mistletoe together other drivers and the one time others do it to them

❃ FLUFFCEMBER 2024 ❃

day 12: mistletoe — jenson button x sebastian vettel (+ webbonso, brocedes, maxiel)

note: happy christmas everybody!! thank you for the request! btw, i will probably reduce the days becuse 1 i have not that many fanfic ideas 2 december is coming to an end and 3 sadly i have to study for my exams. but keep the requests coming :) i’ll do my best to fulfil them. ps: mark sneak in the pic but it does give the idea of a christmas party. i also couldn’t think of 5 couples from the old grid so i’ll give you 3 lmao hope it’s enough. i enjoyed writing this A LOT.

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That year drivers’ dinner was organized in a big villa. The atmosphere was beautiful, everyone was having fun. But you know what was funnier?. Jenson and Sebastian’s plan to pull a prank on the other drivers by mysteriously making appear a mistletoe above their heads. After all, what’s better than playing matchmakers?

The first pair they wanted to fall in their trap were obviously Mark and Fernando. Not only because those two were dancing around each other for years by now, but also because they were undoubtedly the easiest target, assuming that two people who became extremely touchy at any given time would be the most likely to kiss. Their assumption revealed itself, in fact, correct.

It wasn’t even that difficult: the two of them were already talking together in a side of the room. All it took was for Jenson to hang the mistletoe above them with a broom handle while Sebastian proceeded to distract them.

The two friends, as expected, weren’t very pleased with Seb interrupting their conversation, and they quickly dismissed him by ignoring him.

“They really wanted alone time.” Sebastian stated with a smirk on his face, once he was back to Jenson.

“Well, let’s see how it plays out. But not from here.” Jenson took Sebastian by his arm and pulled him in the hallway, from where they would’ve had a better visual.

Just as planned, Mark’s head bumped into the mistletoe, and both of them looked upwards. Fernando’s face turned to a shade of red once he understood the situation.

“Oh.” Mark’s eyes were back on Fernando, who was trying his best to find something else to look at. “I haven’t seen many mistletoes around, we must have ended up under the only one.”

“Si, I guess.” The Spaniard was clearly wishing he could dig a grave for himself in the floor. A small grave would have been enough for his size, he wouldn’t take that much to make it.

The taller man seemed uncomfortable too, but overall more collected. “Should we follow the tradition? I mean, if you’re in for it, of course.”

Fernando blushed even more if possible, but nodded nonetheless. “It’s just a tradition, after all.”

Mark didn’t let himself be told twice. He leaned down and pressed his lips on his friend’s. Fernando welcomed the kiss, holding him by his shoulder, while the Aussie’s hands fell down to grab his snatched waist.

Jenson and Sebastian exchanged an accomplice look. That was the sign for them to continue with their mission. It suddenly got extremely fun.

Their next target were the two inseparable best friends, because what was funnier than threaten to break a sexual tension lasting years with a Christmas kiss?

This time was even easier to place them right where they wanted. They hung up the mistletoe in the isolated hallway they have been. Jenson then began a conversation with Nico, subtly leading him in that direction, while Sebastian did the same with Lewis. Once they were all together in the designed spot, Jenson and Seb found a way out and left the two alone, under the infamous plant. They sat on a table where they could watch them from afar without being seen.

It was quite frustrating at the beginning, since those two didn’t seem to realize where they happened to be, too busy doe-eyeing each other. That, until a berry fell on Lewis’ shoulder.

“I can’t believe they really put mistletoes around here.” said Nico, picking up the berry from the Brit’s suit.

“That must be why Mark and Fernando were passionately making out before.”

Nico chuckled, remembering the sight. “Care to imitate them?”

Lewis froze suddenly. He was never out of words, but in that moment he really couldn’t find anything meaningful to say, so he just stayed silent.

“What? You don’t think your masculinity can handle it?” Nico teased him, stepping forward to cancel the empty space between them. “Or you’d rather take it and use it to kiss some pretty girl?”

Lewis didn’t believe there could ever exist a girl prettier than Nico. “Is it a challenge?” And God knew how much he loved challenges.

“I don’t know, would you accept it?”

Lewis took Nico’s face in his hand and pulled him in a kiss.

Seb gave Jenson the high five. It was proving all easier than expected.

They decided to have a drink or two before concentrating on their next victims.

“I must say I didn’t think it would’ve gone so smooth. Why is everyone tonight so fucking horny?” Sebastian said in a softer tone, careful not to be heard by anyone but his accomplice, and they both shared a laugh.

“Look,” Jenson got closer to his friend “tell me he’s not dying to kiss Verstappen from the moment he stepped in this place tonight.” He pointed discreetly at Daniel Ricciardo, sat in a table not too far from them, who was too centered on keeping his eyes on Max to hear what they were saying.

The two appeared in front of the poor boy, blocking his sight. Jenson initiated the talk. “Hey mate, how you doing?”

Daniel snapped instantly back to reality. “Oh. Good, thank you. I was just–“

“Yeah, we know.” Seb stopped him, saving him the awkwardness, then took a mistletoe out of their secret mistletoes bag and handled it to him. “We could have done it for you, but we thought it was more fun if you’d do it yourself.”

The young Aussie looked at the little plant, then at them, a bit confused. Then his big brown eyes widened and his lips parted in realization.

“Max.” Daniel greeted him, after finally finding the courage to approach him.

The boy was sipping casually on his drink. He smiled as soon as he saw his teammate. “Hi Danny. Are you having fun?”

The RedBull driver tried to keep the conversation going until he took the decision: it was finally time to shoot his shot. He sneakily dropped the mistletoe without being seen by his friend, then he slyly dropped down his eyes. “Oh, look. It must have fallen from the ceiling.”

Max frowned, then picked it up and scanned it, turning it around in his hands. “It doesn’t surprise me. Those two are hanging these damn things around since they arrived. Such a childish tradition.”

“Do you think it’s childish?” asked Daniel, finding it hard to hide the disappointed tone. He was usually able to easily break the tension by saying something funny, but in that moment he found himself out of jokes.

“I mean,” Max tucked his hair behind his ear, letting his nervousness shine through. “They’re like the cat and the fox, playing matchmakers, and now everyone is making out. We don’t want them to fool us too, right? Not that I don’t want to kiss you, but– Wait, sorry I didn’t mean it like–” he sighed and shook is head “What am I saying? Sorry, I’m being so bad with words. I just–”

His nonsense rumblings were interrupted when Daniel silenced him with a kiss. Max stiffened at first, but when his friend’s hand found his, he relaxed and kissed him back.

Sebastian and Jenson were watching them satisfied, sipping their second drink. Their game then succeeded most of the times for another hour. At least until they accidentally left their mistletoes bag in a corner of the room to go to the bathroom, and when they were back, it wasn’t there anymore.

“I knew we shouldn’t have gone at the same time.”

So smart of them. “Maybe someone picked it up thinking it was theirs.”

They asked around, but no one seemed to have seen it.

“Has someone lost a navy bag?” Nico Rosberg’s voice resounded suddenly among the people.

“It’s ours!” The two quickly approached the Mercedes driver, soon realizing he wasn’t alone. Lewis was with him, and also Max. And Daniel. And Mark with Fernando. Oh.

The Spaniard had his arms crossed. “I think I’ve seen it there.” He pointed to a door.

Seb and Jenson wasted no time and ran in the said direction. It didn’t take them very much to notice that they ended up in a room full of mistletoes, all hanging from the roof, from the walls, scattered on the floor and all over the furniture. The door closed behind them.

“I think they caught us.” Jenson commented, looking around. The other drivers’ laughters echoed from afar.

“Very perceptive of you.” Sebastian couldn’t help an amused smile.

“We kinda had it coming.” The Brit turned towards him.

“Kinda?” Seb shrugged. “It was inevitable.” His eyes met the other man’s ones, and betrayed his feelings. He couldn’t hide them anymore. “So, what shall we do?”

Jenson tilted his head a bit, his intentions so obvious, so readable on his face. He stepped closer and closer, forcing the other driver to back up against a wall. “Well, it would be very hypocritical of us to avoid the trend at this point.”

“I think so too.” The German’s gaze dropped to his lips.

Jenson trapped him by leaning on the wall with one hand. “May I?” His voice was low and his breathe heavy.

“Don’t worry, you don’t need your British manners with me.”

They smashed their lips together. They explored each other’s mouths, savouring each other’s taste. Sebastian’s hands held him close by behind his neck, while Jenson’s found a way down his body.

When they broke the kiss, they were breathless. Sebastian’s blue doe eyes were still fixated on the other man’s lips. “You know, I think I saw a mistletoe in my hotel room too.”

Jenson chuckled.

[kinkmanor-too]

When are you coming back?

I am sorry for being away for so long. I needed a creative break from my posting. I found another creative outlet for a while (it rhymes with stick-stock). But that recently took a sour turn for me (I’ll get into that later).

So I think it is time to welcome you and my followers and fans back to the hedonistic delights of Kink Manor. It is time to embrace kink and sexuality and nudism/body celebration & confidence and BDSM fun once again and open the doors of Kink Manor to all the beautiful, sexy, horny folks of Tumblr.

There will be some rules and protocols that I’m going to follow for how I run Kink Manor and how I might potentially interact with you.

1) I post a wide variety of nudity, body types, sexuality & orientation, kinks, etc. I don’t intend that everything is what turns me on but much of it does. Kink Manor is open to, accepting of, celebrates and encourages just about everything. If you don’t like it, keep scrolling. You’ll find something you like. Still don’t like it? Move on and don’t return. I’m not accepting critiques or discussions of content. This is my world and I am The Lord ‘O the Manor and what I say/do is the law. Anger or frustrate me and you’ll be banned.

2) I welcome submissions and I welcome DM conversations. You just might learn something about me or my personal adventures. And I hope to learn about you.

3) However, I will not respond to DM messages that start with “hi” or “hello” or any one word or one short phrase. I have seen EVERY scam and scheme on tumblr and elsewhere. I know your scripts. No…you’ll never get truly personal info from me. No…you’ll never know where I live. No…you’ll never know my real name. No…you’ll never get a true picture of my face (of my naked body or of some of my sex adventures maybe 😈). I do NOT tolerate anyone trying to play a game or run a scam.

3b) No…you’ll never get money from me: DON’T ASK. No…I’m not a submissive or a sissy or anything along those lines. Do not approach me as such. If you are a dominant (female or male) and wish to have a discussion about kink and D/s play, I’ll be happy to talk to you. But don’t try a power play on me. You’ll find out my ultimate power to block you from access to me or Kink Manor.

3c) NO. I will not go to any other platform, WhatsApp, telegram, zangi, Gtalk/Google workspace, FaceTime, whatever to talk with you. If you don’t want to chat on tumblr DM, don’t message me.

3d) No, I’m not going to buy your content. This is pretty simple and straightforward. Please don’t ask. I have absolutely nothing against you trying to earn money (or even a living) as a sex worker and selling pics, videos, and more. If you can make it work, that is great. For me, personally, I can find more than my fill of freely available content. So I will always decline to buy your content.

3e) No, I do not meet up with someone I just met on tumblr. And No, I won’t pay for sex. Tumblr is not a dating or a hook up app. Please don’t use it as such. I’m not looking for anything here other than blogs that have content that either gets me off or that I can use as a post for Kink Manor.

4) You are welcome and encouraged to reblog from Kink Manor. I love that acknowledgement of what I do here. DO NOT REBLOG AND REMOVE MY CAPTION! If you reblog and remove my caption, I will not follow your blog. You’re free to go find some other reblog of the content from someone else’s blog but do not remove my captions.

5) I do not tolerate smoking, vaping, or drug use in my real life and I will not post anything that includes those activities. Also I won’t follow your blog and I may block your blog. I’ve seen too many lives destroyed by those things and I won’t give a voice to them here.

6) You don’t want your content on my blog. That is ok. I totally understand. But be polite. Send me a DM message asking for a post to be removed. Include a link to the post you want removed and I’ll take care of it. Be rude or an asshole about it and it may go a way that you do not intend. Remember this is my world and I will react according to the demeanor of my guests.

All of that being said…

Welcome back to Kink Manor. Take off your clothes, get comfortable, and let your fantasies fly free. I’m thankful for all of you who visit, follow, like, and reblog. 😈🔥🔥

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Oh. My. God.

Okay so, we all know Gracie Abrams is a very talented artist and she’s blowing up recently, as she should! But because of the mass coming out theory, I tend to pay attention to her lyrics more than I probably would otherwise, just like I do with Taylor Swift for obvious reasons (cough cough in gaylor…).

Close To You started playing earlier today, and I’m so intrigued!

To start off with the lyric “Under pink light in June”… June is pride month. Of course I reacted when I heard this lyric! And also… “pink light” immediately makes me think of the pink and orange lights Taylor uses to flag the lesbian colours throughout the Eras Tour! I’ve tried looking for pics with pink light from June 2024 and June 2023, but I haven’t found anything exciting so far! Anyone reading this, feel free to help me figure out what this lyric really means!

I do think it’s significant! Why? Because if you listen closely, you can hear something I can best describe as a glitch exactly when that lyric plays 👀

“We were supposed to be just friends”, anyone?

(That line is literally a summation of “Close To You” to me- like, the whole song just gives the vibes of having a massive crush on a girl best friend. Ya know?)

I recommend listening to this! The glitch is at 00:27!

You still here? Good! I have even better stuff to say! Have some patience while I get to the best part 👀

Of course, we have the “Now your mouth is moving cinematic timing”. And we have this:

Has anybody else noticed that Gracie’s mouth has become clearer lately?

(Tumblr wouldn’t let me put another video here for some reason, so here you can find it in a separate post I made! Look at that, and then look at the video above. See the clear difference? 👀) For me it seems like Gracie is trying to say “Pay attention to what I’m saying and singing. Listen carefully and closely. We’re getting closer and closer to the big reveal. Have patience. We’re almost there.”

And here comes the best part!

We all know The Manuscript. The last song on the last album Taylor Swift has released, The Tortured Poets Department. Fucking heartbreaking to listen to when you know the meaning behind it. If you ask me, The Manuscript is basically Taylor saying goodbye to her fans and announcing that this is the end. “Now and then I re-read the manuscript, but the story isn’t mine anymore”…

I mean, c’mon, it’s the last lyric too! Of the last song… of the last album she’s released! This is a goodbye if I’ve ever seen one.

But that’s not what interests me the most about this song! Not right now, at least. Because here’s the thing. If you listen closely between the first and second verse of the song, you can hear the sound of a pen against paper… writing something.

1:11

I’ve read theories about that symbolising Taylor signing the contract that made her lose ownership of her songs. I’m sure you know what contract I’m talking about. I, however, don’t think that’s what it means, and I don’t think that’s what the song is about. I think the sound of the writing is simply Taylor writing The Manuscript. But there’s more to it than that!

If you scroll back up to listen to the Close To You instrumental I so helpfully provided you with, and start playing it at 2:46-3:09, you might notice something… yup, that’s right.

Doesn’t it sound just like a pen writing down something on paper? 👀 Oh, I’m SO sure!

[shysuccubusstuff]

yandere! diluc pt. 1

Content: dubcon/noncon, stalker behaviour, yandere, syringe, manhandling, kidnap, foul language.

Note: Yeah I know I have a pt. 2 left but i'm so so dry bc of exams and stress so I just wanted to post stuff I like without (trying) to think too much, as always, non-proof reader.

Credits to anitelenia for the lovely divider.

It had been a few days since you started to realize it.

You mostly noticed it when you were alone, walking quietly to your house after your night shift. You had just left the flower shop, trying to walk as fast as possible, just thinking about your warm and soft bed. You were far too deep in your fantasies when you finally stumbled upon someone. Your forehead bumped against something stiff, you could say that it was even hard. Just as you were about to apologize a deep voice talked:

"I'm sorry... I really wasn't looking, are you ok?" Deep blazing eyes encountered with yours, his eyes shining as wild flames despite the cold light of the moon. His hair was swaying, making his face look even more charming, how come you had never seen someone as beautiful as him around? You were dazzed for a moment, your lips almost forming a small circle, luckily, you were fast enough to realize it, finally being able to snap out of it.

"Oh, no, it's my fault, it's kinda dark today so yeah... I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, I'm sorry..." As soon as you babbled your poor excuses, the man laughted softly, his eyes forming small crescent moons.

"Diluc, just call me by my name." You nodded, a bit stranged cause, who would simply give their name to some stranger found in the middle of the night?

"Oh, nice to meet you sir Diluc, I gotta go, see you around!" You left without losing more time, after all, your dear bed was waiting all alone for you. If only you had pay a bit more attention to whatever that man was saying before leaving...

"I'm sure we will meet much more often from now on, dear." Without saying nothing else, Diluc left, walking back to the wineyard and starting to plan how would he be able to make you let down your walls.

A few months had passed, and just as he had foresaw, both of you had suddenly became the soon-to-be couple in Mondstadt. Everytime people saw you around, his eyes started to share furtive glances, their hands making small gestures in a comedic way. Even despite Diluc acted as if he was unaware, he knew it. After all, those rumors had been planned by him. He helped you with even small stuff, always getting up and bringing you your drink, paying when he invited you to have lunch or diner, always as "friends" of course, definitely not because he was already thinking about the ring to ask you to marry him... He also waited for you after work, always bringing you small bouquetes of flowers that he had "found" around while he was doing small quests (he was actually buying them, then making the bouquet with your favourite flowers).

He had already written down all your favourite places, foods, flowers, colours, the type of clothes that you liked, your most hated food, your fears, the name of your first pet... the list could go on for hours. Cause if he didn't know all that information, could he even call himself your boyfriend?

He also had a "small" compilation of sneak pics he had taken of you, the photos were laying around his room, some were hanged in frames, others were hidden in boxes, the rest were used for his shrine in progress.

Of course, when he finally confessed his feelings, he was 100% sure you would fall in love with him, he had done everything you had told him you liked in a man! So when your face changed, your eyes suddenly losing that loving spark, his world almost crashed completely. You tried to explain it to him, it was not the first time a man who you had considered a friend had confessed to you, so you were a bit dissappointed... did that mean that you had approached her with that intention since the beginning? You didn't know what to think, so you asked him for some time, just enough for you to think deep about it. Before you knew it, his hand was already way too close to your neck, a small zap being sent all through your body and causing you to fall against his arms.

When you finally woke up, you were in his room, the fire was crackling, almost making it feel way too... cozy, almost as if you were at "home". What happened? Just as you were about to move from the bed, you noticed something. There was a chain tied to your ankle, tying you to the bed, your clothes had been changed to a soft nightgown, somehow perfectly fitting your body, what the hell had happened?

You were about to scream, when the door opened, his crimson hair swaying just like the first night you had met. He was carrying a small tray, some grapes and other fruits were on top of it. As soon as he noticed you were awake, his lips curved up, his eyes shining with pure devotion.

"Darling! I'm sorry, it seems the thing I created had a little misscalculation..." Diluc apologized, leaving the tray in his desk.

"Are you ok? Do you feel any type of pain? It would kill me to know that I have hurt you..." His hands moved towards you, although as soon as he saw you flintch his hands stopped, his face looking as hurt as if he was the one that had been chained. He suddenly got up from the bed, once again heading towards his desk and taking something from one of the drawers. He got close to you, and despite your failed attempts of squirming away from his touch, it was all in vain as soon as you felt a pulsing pain, almost as if you had been pricked with a needle. The blood that was supposed to keep you on edge was suddenly towards your lower half. What was happening?

As soon as he had used that strange needle, your whole body had went soft, almost limp. did he inject something inside of you? Before you were able to complain anything about it, your brain felt as if it had turned into mush, your brain feeling too fuzzy to think.

"What... what was that?" Diluc eyes' glistened, looking a bit too proud of his work.

"Just some potion to help ease your mind, you looked too... stressed before, but now you look just like a pretty little doll, darling. Did you like the nightgown I bought? I knew it would suit you, but I didn't think it would make you look even prettier!" His hands went through your soft hair, his hands feeling a bit too... hot, maybe it was actually your body the one that was melting?

"Diluc, you need to let me go... I... We can talk about all of this... I promise I won't say it to the knights of Favonius..." You tried to hard to form a cohesive sentence, but Diluc's face switched, his calm face turning into a grin.

"Oh sweet heart, you are almost as naive as beautiful. Do you truly think that those... pesky little knights can harm me in anyway?" Diluc's gaze darkened, his eyes drifting through your whole body. "I'm sorry for having to take this...solution, but you were getting a bit too... close, you know?" Diluc sat down at your side, his hand moving your head a little, just enough for your head to rest on his shoulder. "Just being close to you makes me feel at peace, you know?" His body shifted a little, his calloused hand taking your hair out of your face. "I finally made up my mind after seeing you two that afternoon... that damned liar keeps trying to take what's mine." His hands moved, his fingertips drifted through your chest, pinching a bit your nipples, just enough to let a moan leave your mouth.

"That drug is still active, I guess..." He pushed you just a little, your body falling to the bed without much resistance. His frame on top of you, his soft hair sending shivers down your spine. His face lowered, his soft lips leaving kisses all through your neck, letting you whimper as much as you wanted. His hands were moving around, slowly touching your clothed cunt, treating you as if you were a delicate porcelain doll. "I can even see your pretty pussy, are you that excited to be touched?" You tried to complain, of course that was not the case! That damned syringe had done something to you, of course you were only able to make some complain noises.

"Uhm... to be honest that was just a muscle relaxant, it was just in case you tried to play some little tricks on me, I'm sorry for doubting you, honey. But I swear I will never do anything like it again, I just got a bit anxious." His hands got away from your lower half, going back up and starting to caress your face, kissing your pretty lips and making them all shiny.

"We can consume our love any other day, I've prepared plenty of stuff for us to do, sweet heart." Before you were able to complain, your eyes started to close, body too tired to even ask when would you be free.

[underratedmurder]

The Road to Hallowskun (Fred Weasley x Reader) Part. 1

Takes place during Deathly Hallows part 1, where reader is an Auror in training. After death eaters attack the wedding at the burrow, reader and Fred escape together, on their own, they are on the run, trying to reach their destination, the Hallowskun safehouse.

Reader has a crush on Fred, unmentioned feelings and tension.

Warning for blood!

Edit: I’m sorry I know now that these are pics of George, I just wasn’t paying attention enough while scrolling on Pinterest 😭

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Flash, bright blue and green light shone blindingly in your eyes. A crash sent shards of glass flying towards your face, piercing your skin and shredding it like paper. The tent was a blaze, there was absolute chaos all around you, and the burrow was under attack.

You wish you could say it was the first time you'd been at the Weasley's home as it was set on fire. But the dark lord didn't wait to strike again, you and the order found it wasn't in his nature. Not since he had sunk his fangs into the ministry, not since he had started hunting down Aurors.

You were winded, ears ringing and head banging from the pounding noise. The glass hit you fast, you hardly felt it cut you, and it sent your head sharply to the right. Your vision blurred, and you scrambled to find something, anything in front of you to hold onto. Your hands found a table, your wand still grasped in your hand, knuckles scraped and bleeding. After a breath, you could finally see again, a broken plate and rustled flowers lay before you. Your eyes followed a drop of blood as it fell onto the white tablecloth, red spindling throughout its weaving threads. You wiped your nose, suddenly aware that the skin was splayed open, cartilage exposed.

You removed your hand, red filled your palm, but there wasn't any more time to linger. A scream rang in your ear, and you spun around.

It was Luna, fighting in the arms of a death eater, head locking her, his wand pressed harshly to her temple. They both were staggering backward, as she struggled and writhed to free herself. He was about to apparate.

You couldn't let him, that would ensure her fate, and instantly your wand was in the air, swinging quickly, pointing sharply ahead. You shouted,

"Expelliarmus!"

His wand flew from his hand and shot straight towards you. You caught it just above your head, bringing it down to your foot, where you brought your heel down to snap it in half.

He scowled, almost letting Luna go as his grasp let up trying to reach for his wand. But then he stopped, tightening his grip around her as she almost wriggled free. He locked eyes with you, as his mouth quirked into a smile.

No

You leaped between the two tables in front of you to get to her, but it was too late, he had apparated, and they were both gone.

"Luna," you shuddered.

You began to look around frantically, for Luna, for anyone, she was misted into thin air and you weren't sure who else was gone.

The twins caught your eye immediately, they were by the entrance to the tent, dueling with two death eaters. They were holding their own, but a third was starting to approach, flanking them from behind.

Without rhyme or reason, you were bolting towards them. You pushed a table out of your way, striding past explosive spells that nearly knocked you off your feat. And one almost did, before you deflected it just centimeters from your already gushing bleeding face, you began to feel lightheaded again, but kept steady, reaching the Weasley boys in seconds.

"Fred, George!" waving your wand with vigor, you shot a sharp ray of red light towards the black smokey figure perusing them.

The death eater was instantly shooting through the side of the tent, ripping open a hole in the canvas. Your head was on a swivel, looking around like a jittery animal, teeth gritted, and brow furrowed furiously. You scanned your surroundings, the boys were still slashing their wands at the two death eaters, barely catching their offensive spells. Though, George had looked back to watch you, his eyes wide and panicked. You noticed his ear had started to bleed again, blood running down his neck onto the collar of his shirt.

Fred's wand flourished particularly spectacularly, bright orange sparks spiraled out of his wand and exploded into a yellow light that spun one of the death eaters in the air.

He smiled, and gasped.

"Well done, Freddie," George exclaimed, shouting to push and break through the static crowded noise.

George followed his brothers lead, and flourished his wand even more wildly, sending a bright blue light straight to the heart of the other death eater. At once, she seized up and fell to the ground.

"Better done, Georgie," the boys beamed at each other, and a part of you was inclined to smile.

You almost relaxed, until a hand abruptly came down on your shoulder from behind.

You whisked around, raising your wand, but found it was Remus, sweaty and cut up. He looked worse than you probably did, which you didn't want to think about right now. But he was a pleasant surprise. He was gasping, and in a hurry.

Before he could get to it though, his mouth fell into a horrified frown.

"God, y/n," His eyes drooped, concerned. "You need to get out of here, now,"

"I can't just leave. The others-"

"Will be fine. Take Fred with you," he exhaled.

"But George-"

"Tonks will be with him," he assured.

You relaxed a bit, feeling the calm his presence provided. You nodded at him, looking around, attempting to grasp what was about to happen.

"What about you?" you asked, horribly worried that he'd end up helping people to death if he could.

He smiled, "I'm going to the same place you are, in time," his smile faltered.

Alone, he was going alone.

He pushed you back towards the boys, "Go, now," he snapped, you locked eyes before walking back and into Fred.

You weren't sure you'd see Remus alive again.

Fred grabbed your arm, and you turned to face him, ready to grab his hand and apparate as soon as you could, but he stopped, his face turning white as he looked at you.

He was staring right at your nose and your left cheek, his eyes unwavering.

"What?" you blurted, raising your hand to touch the spot again, and you felt the blood, still wet. You understood, but said nothing, he swallowed.

"Take my hand," you shouted. But he hesitated, looking over at his brother.

"Tonks is coming, George will go with her," he looked back at you, frowning slightly, then back at his twin.

"Georgie," he called, and they nodded at one another, a glimmer in both their eyes, they were afraid of the same thing.

"Freddie," his gaze snapped to yours, "My hand," and he immediately intertwined his digits with yours, you felt the frayed ends of his suit jacket tickle your wrist.

Now, time was bending, and space flipped inside out, your skin strained under the pressure of fourth dimension defying magic. You could practically feel the muscle in your face tearing, already exposed from the attack. Freds other hand came to grasp you, fingers melding into the fabric of your clothing as he tried to pull you in tighter. You knew where to go, but also knew the death eaters would expect you all immediately, so you had to think of a starting point. Panic overtook you as the two of you spun around faster and faster, gravity pulling you together into a hot and frenzied mess. Then came the busiest, crowded, most confusing place you could think of. The London Underground.

In a second, you appeared in a station, feet stumbling backward on the tile floor as a train zoomed pass your noses, or what was left of yours.

Fred didn't let go of your hand and pulled you toward him so he could see your face.

His hands went to gently cup your cheeks, he scowled, flinching when you winced at the touch of his fingertips.

"You're still bleeding," he stammered.

"Yes, we need to keep moving," you grabbed his hand and started dragging him onto the train car.

"But, your nose," he came closer to you as you sat down in the corner, inspecting the area of your cheek.

"I'll be fine,"

"I know a charm," he blurted, his grip on his wand tightened, his knuckles white and fingers scarlet.

"There isn't enough time,"

"You're joking, you'll bleed out before we get to the safehouse," he sat next to you, bringing his wand up and focusing on your wound.

"Fred, the muggles," You whispered, noticing the few people at the other end of the car. The train was moving quickly, screeching as it turned a corner.

"They won't notice. Hardly observant, muggles," he smirked, but your vision started to blur again, and you decided to give in.

You didn't protest, letting him cup your jaw, slowly pointing his wand at your cheek, he began.

"Ferula," the word sounded like a cooling bandage, warm light radiated from his wand and onto your cheek. Your pain quickly soothed, and you could start to see clearly again.

Freds face was more defined now, his nose pointed and flaring as he watched a white bandage appear over your cheek and nose.

"Better?" his voice filled your ears, as the screeching of the train diminished.

You nodded, feeling the bandage with your fingers, the blood had stopped gushing, dried bits of it rested on your chin.

"That was risky, we're not safe yet," you readjusted in your seat, gripping your wand and surveyed the train again. There was no telling if death eaters had followed you here, but there was no sign of them yet.

"You looked horrible darling, couldn't handle looking at another gaping hole in someone's face after George," he joked, though the statement still rang true. You didn't need a mirror to know it was bad, you just couldn't stop to heal yourself yet, not if this wasn't the last of your wounds. And George, he was just attacked weeks ago, Freds eyes were glossy, his hands fidgeting with his jacket. He was worried about him.

"But I look better now, right?" you teased him a bit, trying to lift the weight of everything. He smiled at you.

"Good as new,"

You smiled back.

"George is gonna be okay,"

"I know, he always is," he sighed. You weren't sure if it was just some magical superstition, but it seemed the twins were connected, like that 'twin telepathy' people always talk about. Whenever Fred was upset about something, George was in the dumps too. You hoped whatever connection they had, was reassuring Fred that George was alive.

"Where are we love?" Fred asked, looking around and loosening his collar and tie, sweat dribbled down the side of his face.

"Muggle train system in London, I think we’ve just left Piccadilly Circus,”

He stared at you, puzzled.

“It’s a… really busy area in the city,” 

“Any idea where we’re headed? I don’t suppose you’ve got a wonderfully planned set of directions for us to get to hallowskun. Or are you just so brilliant and responsible that you do?” 

Hallowskun was the spooky name of the safe house, tucked away in the Scottish countryside. What made you laugh was it really wasn’t spooky at all. Quite cute actually.

You chuckled, “Very sweet, but no. I don’t,” you frowned, a bit disappointed in yourself. 

“Then we’re on our own,”

“Yeah,” you sighed, but Fred's hand reached for yours, and you felt a bit better, squeezing his digits.

“The bandage makes you look pretty wicked you know,” he chimes, “More badass than any of those lousy spell eating death eaters could ever hope to look,”  he beamed at you, eyes crinkled into a smile. They were brown and soft, kind. There was a cut just above his brow, red and deep. He was such a beautiful boy, you wanted to protect him. Didn’t matter if he was six feet tall, or exceptional at magic...

“Really?” you feigned surprise, he nodded.

But then, quite loudly, the train car doors slid open, and two men in all black boarded. Their boots thumped, booming as they stepped further into the cart. They were hooded, eyes barely visible but surrounded by black.

They may have very well been London punks, but the second man turning his head towards you on a swivel allerted you immediately. It was Walden Macnair, a devout follower of the Dark Lord, you remembered him from the battle at the Ministry. And it seemed he remembered you as well.

His eyes widened, and he grimaced. You squeezed Fred's hand, and he flinched, quickly looking ahead and noticing Macnair striding towards you.

“Legit?” Fred gasped, tugging on your hand.

“Yeah,” you nodded, and before Macnair threw his first spell, you were both dashing out of the cart.

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Let me know if anyone is interested in a part two to this, I really enjoy the endless possibilities of the Harry Potter universe and would love to write some sweet sweet "there's only one bed" fanfiction goodness lol.

Thanks for reading!

[wernerherzogs]

i wouldn’t be surprised if R said no to buddie to protect himself. people joke about grindrgate and that other time he accidentally shared something, but if he actually is queer, he clearly doesn’t want to be out publicly and/or is trying to pray the gay away

dating a man onscreen, kissing a man onscreen, having intimate scenes with a man onscreen (only to the extent 911 usually does ofc), promoting his character being queer and being in a queer relationship, having it define his acting career… it wouldn’t help him stay closeted. there’s already so much rpf hype, so many jokes and spec about his sexuality etc. and being gay onscreen is just going to increase the speculation about him in real life. ‘he is so comfortable kissing a man lol wbk’ kind of stuff

there’s also the idea that only queer people should play queer characters, which people like kit connor were subjected to (and even O a little after bi buck) and that would also put him in a potentially uncomfortable position if he is closeted

obviously idk if he’s said yes or no, if someone else said no, if buddie is actually happening or not… these are just my thoughts after seeing your anon who mentioned his social media habits when it seems like buddie is imminent

ok i will answer one (1) ask on the topic so please don't send more and if you're a mutual don't DM me about this either (sorry!).

anon, kindly, i'm very much not interested in doomerism. i think this is very much a "we won't know until we know" situation, but a lot of things seem to be pointing out to him having said yes already? he's stopped referring to eddie as straight in recent press, brought up buddie on his own, and then there's the show's canon, especially the very evident tommy-eddie parallels (as much as i dislike them lmao. but they seem to be deliberate, and work v much in our favour!) and the on the nose ending of 8x06. also, like, while we all know that ryan's tim's special princess, i'm not sure if he'd have a genuine say (as in, a veto) on the topic once tim had decided to Go There tbh. (as in, i straight up Don't Know! like ryan's not angela bassett; tim might like ryan, but ultimately not give a fuck about his opinion on the topic.) also keep in mind that him rejecting the storyline could turn out to be a bad PR move for him, too, if the word had got out that it's not happening due to his refusal as the world has got more #Woke now (i'm simplifying a broader issue, but yk what i mean) and it would be easy to have him accused of homophobia due to that. that COULD be a potential PR nightmare. look at it that way: if he says/has said yes even if he's scared, it can actually help him out Privately, long term. :) i'm not sure if he still has realistic chances to break Bigger (probably depends on how well the rosario dawson movie does?), and lower celebrity profile can actually mean a lesser pressure to stay in the closet imho. there will always be people who gossip on the internet, sure, but i feel comfortable saying that the larger part of the mythical GA won't give a fuck, and that it won't necessarily change things much in his career trajectory. i remember reading up on jonathan bailey a few years back once i had seen broadchurch and then watched crashing and taken a look at his carefully curated IG (it was very interesting! hardly any other people besides him and his family and some friends featured in the pics, and he was always Doing Some Things; it didn't seem like an Intimate Look into his life at all) because i was getting A Vibe from him, and i found his attitude (i think) interview where he talked about Being So Happy To Be An Ally, and look at him now. ;) andrew scott is doing well too. luke evans and lee pace and richard armitage still have careers. it might not be easy, but it can be done!!! we'll see. to be fair i'm not sure how smaller celebs like colton haynes are doing, should do research on if coming out has affected his career badly.

if buddie doesn't happen it'll probably be safe to assume then that ryan did have a say in it and decided it'd be too much, and i just hope everyone remembers to be kind if that happens. but i'm staying optimistic, like i said, to me personally many writing choices in s8 (and, in hindsight, in s7), seem to be pointing out to canon buddie. :)

[blackstar5078]

EggCartonSMP Day 19 to 25! (Part 1)

(Had a busy week, so you get summaries of various days in one reblog thread. These will not work as usual, as I’m trying to keep them as brief as possible, plus every important conversation will most likely only be written instead of showing the pics of the signs).

Summary under the cut!

Day 19

(This happened during June 21st).

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Wither woke up and Bluebell was awake to greet her as usual. The little gator mentioned that a new person woke up around the area and also that something odd happened. Wither only had the journal as source of explanation next.

Wither: That’s sure interesting. I am not sure what the redstone thing is, but I would love to meet the new people.

They noticed that one of them was still around, so they went to say hi.

Wither: Hello, nice to meet you :D

Seth: Greetings.

Seth looked at Bluebell.

Seth: This Is Your Guardian?

Wither: You could say I’m a guardian, yeah!

It was then when Seth gave Bluebell a gift.

Seth: Now You Can Cut Free.

Bluebell: Oh wow! Thank you! :D

Seth: Of Course.

Seth mentioned that she was looking for the ocean. Wither and Bluebell offered to help. They traveled together to a perfect spot. There were interesting conversations on the way while Wither had to be absent for a little bit.

Bluebell: We don’t entirely know to be honest. She’s different from everyone else on the island.

Seth: I See. Did She Find You Or Did You Find Her?

Bluebell: We woke up in a place around the exact same time. Found each other really.

Seth: Acknowledged.

Bluebell: There’s the ocean! :D

Seth: I Thank You. I Missed The Creatures Here.

Bluebell: They are very pretty! :D

Seth: They Are. Have You Met Some Of Them?

Bluebell: I have some fish friends at home! And I’ve swam here before :3

Seth: That Is Very Good. Do You Remember The Water When You Were Younger?

Bluebell: I didn’t… see the water when I was younger.

Seth: A Tragedy.

Bluebell: White walls… Loneliness… C.A.T.S

Seth: You Did Not Have A Guardian Then?

Bluebell: I don’t really remember…

Wither returned in the middle of this conversation and didn’t say anything, just hugged Bluebell.

Seth: It Is Good You Are Here.

Bluebell: I’m happy to be here, yes :3

Wither: I’m happy you’re here too <3

Seth: You Shall Be Here For Much Longer Under The Stewardship Of Your Guardian.

Bluebell: Yeah! I feel very safe with Wither around :3

Seth: This Is Good.

Seth observed the area of the beach around them.

Seth: My Social Matrix Seems To Not Have Sustained Damage. This Is Good.

Seth proposed to build an area for both Wither and Bluebell in her soon-to-be home, an idea that they eagerly accepted, before deciding to go visit Lillian and say goodbye.

Seth: Your Presence Was Worthy. Take Care.

One tp later, they arrived to Lillian’s village and found her working on the construction.

Wither and Bluebell offered to help her after a bit of a catch up of the last few days. The purple creature decided to get wool, so Lillian could mark the construction spots with carpets. Bluebell stayed behind for a while, until she reunited with Wither, explaining that she was feeling homesick without her around.

Bluebell returned to Lillian a bit before Wither was done and all three were back at the village.

She caught them on another interesting conversation, though.

Wither: Yeah, it is recommended that I don’t go…

Lillian: Recommended? By who? Or is it just from you?

Wither: From me, really.

Lillian: Do you just not like it? Is it too hot or something?

Wither: It could be very dangerous if I approach it. Not because of the Nether itself.

Lillian: Have you never seen it? Just getting closet to an entrance causes it?

Wither: No, I have sure been there, but someone helped me out.

Wither crouched to Bluebell to indicate that she was fine.

Lillian: No idea who?

Wither: Someone important, he’s a Farmer and an engineer.

Lillian: He’s not here is he? Not on the island?

Wither: No, he stayed at home. I came here on my own.

Lillian: That’s really brave, coming alone sounds scary.

Wither: I wanted a chance to find myself and my purpose. I only stopped when I found Bluebell.

Lillian: And it’s been you two ever since?

Wither: You could say. Rox hangs out a lot with us too.

Lillian: Well, I guess you could say four? Are Soul and Fire separate from you?

Wither: Yeah! They are sentient of their own. They just have a harder time trusting people.

Lillian: That’s fair. Well, hello anyways, Soul and Fire! o/

Wither: They are a bit hesitant but said hi back :D

Bluebell: It’s still there.

Lillian: Could I see it another day? Or see the coords so I can go myself? I’m a bit curious about all the government stuff… It doesn’t sound good.

Bluebell: I went back accidentally recently, it’s pretty empty. But we can show you.

Lillian: I’m mostly curious what it looks like.

Wither: Sure! When you wanna go?

Lillian: I guess whenever we’re all up next xD. We did have a project we were working on xD.

Wither said that they had to go to sleep, though. Lillian mentioned that she has a Fletcher they can use before they left.

Wither got to read Bluebell’s journal once more for the day.

Wither: She wants a cat? Well… to be fair, Soup also wanted many.

Bluebell: Yeah, but the gray one, freaked me out a Little.

Wither: I understand. It’s a bad memory association, I know how it is.

Bluebell: Like, what if all the gray ones are C.A.T.S? What then…

Wither: Fire says that they will be on the look out.

Bluebell: Ok… I trust in you, guys.

Bluebell and Wither gave each other their goodbye hugs before going to sleep.

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Day 20

(This happened during June 22nd).

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Wither found Bluebell cooking when she woke up.

She also found a ghost on the couch.

Wither: Hello :D

Azura: Well, hello there, lovely seeing u 2 awake.

Wither: You new around here?

Azura: Not exactly.

Wither: Oh?

Azura: I’ve been around here for a while.

Once established that she was just haunting and chilling, Wither let the ghost be and decided to go meet up with Sky at Spawn alongside Bluebell.

They talked a bit about the library and checked on him. Then they decided to go see how Karl was doing next.

They invited him to explore the Mansion they found a couple of weeks back. Unfortunately, the flames that were already there consumed everything, including the chests. Only the Allays survived.

Since that expedition failed, Wither proposed to go somewhere else for loot. Bluebell gave the idea that they could go to the Spooky City Sky was working on reclaiming.

Sky was also there to help them out.

Problem was… there was a lot of Soulfire around. Wither tried her best to remain calm and not panic around everyone else, but she could feel how overwhelming some of her senses were becoming.

Back home safely, she took a minute to sit and breathe a bit far from Bluebell, all while she was organizing inventory.

Wither looked and… Bluebell was right. She immediately backed away and sat down, trying her best to calm down again.

Bluebell was carefully getting on her range of vision, without getting too close.

Wither ran, without saying anything else. She kept going, until she stumbled upon Lillian’s village, and did not hesitate to back down on the opposite direction for a second. Until she found a place where she could enclose herself.

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Next day in part 2 <3.

[echowithpain]

So Season 7 Episode 6, (the episode that'll be after the two week break) is apparently titled,

"There Goes The Groom"

...

Dumbass glasses going on in 3,

2,

1,

Alright! Let's see what we're working with here. *nods at title* Mhm, I understand:

✨Chimney is gonna get kidnapped and the entire episode is gonna revolve around finding him and getting him back in time for the wedding✨

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Okay let me explain a bit. "There Goes the Groom" is basically the opposite of "Here Comes the Bride" and obviously we don't even want to consider Chim running out of the wedding so scratch that off your lists.

Another way that can be taken is like the other play on words "There Goes the Neighborhood" where something/one moves in and it's so bad that it's making everything worse just by being there, so I guess that could be interpreted by either Chim's dad being there and stressing him out so much he wants to leave for some space, or it could be the Buckley parents being horrible people and Chim wants to leave for some air (also when I say leave I mean like step outside or go for a quick walk, not leaving Maddie). While on the walk he notices someone is hurt in a car accident and goes to help only for them to come to and drive off all crazy like that one scene in season I can't remember where Buck had to chase them down on a bike-

HOLY SHIT SCRATCH EVERYTHING I JUST SAID OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! THE UNIVERSE JUST SLAPPED THE DUMBASS GLASSES RIGHT OFF MY FACE!!!

I literally JUST remembered there was a movie in the 90's called There Goes The Neighborhood and I think that's actually what it's referring to!!!

In the movie there's a shit ton of money buried in the basement of this house that was stolen from a mafia casino or something like that (it's been a bit since I've watched it lol) and a bunch of people are trying to get to it! You know what made me think of this???

THIS PICTURE!!!

Why is this picture important??? CAUSE IT REMINDED ME OF THIS PICTURE!!!!

AND WHAT WERE THEY DOING IN THIS PICTURE?!?!? LOOKING FOR THE MONEY AN AUTHOR HID AWAY FOR A WORLDWIDE TREASURE HUNT!!!!

YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT ELSE I NOTICED????

THE JET CRASHING INTO SOMEONES HOUSE! IT COULD BREAK UP THE CONCRETE AND REVEAL EITHER A HIDDEN BASEMENT OR THE FIRST SIGNS THATS SOMETHINGS BURIED UNDERNEATH THE PLACE THAT'LL HAVE THE BOX THAT THEYRE OPENING IN THE FIRST PIC YOU GUYS!!!!

And then because it's in police custody, there could be a race to break into the police station to see who can unlock the box and see what's inside first without getting caught! I don't know about y'all but those lights and that ceiling in the first pic make me think of the evidence room in a police station lmao. This could be a super fun episode guys omg!!!!

Oh my fucking god it's actually starting to make sense (or maybe the dumbass glasses are still halfway on) because in this pic (moreso the second one but they came together so you get both):

It looks like they were moving stuff out of the destroyed house, hence why the chair is out on the front lawn, and as they get to the basement, destroyed from the jet, that's when they find the random locked box that goes into police custody because the officers don't know what's in it. Drugs? Weapons? A bomb? Nuke launch codes?? ... Money? 👀✨

>:3

And because there's paperwork that needs to be done and phone calls that need to be made before they can even look inside the box, that's when people start to guess about what's inside

This pic could be Ravi pitching the idea to Buck and Eddie for the three of them to go see what's in the box for themselves which could lead to Buddie leading him away and definitely asking him in private, "Are you saying you want to break into the police station and snoop around in their evidence just to see what's in a random box we found?"

And Ravi goes, "Yeah, don't you?"

And Buck goes, "You do realize how dangerous that is right? Breaking into a police station with officers everywhere?"

And Eddie goes, "Not to mention the box should still be locked. What's your plan then?"

And it goes back and forth and Ravi slowly convinces them to join him and help him out. Insert shenanigans and a lot of distractions and close calls before they finally get to the now unlocked box that's!!!...

Completely empty.

(inserting pic again for reference, if that's not a WTF?! face on Ravi then idk what is. They're even wearing gloves so they don't get caught 😂)

But how could it be empty? They heard stuff rustling around in it when they found it and moved it out of the basement. That's when the show can do the fun thing they do where they go back and tell the story!!!

But where does the groom part come in? Idk maybe it was Chim's bachelor party but because of the jet crashing it was an all hands on deck where firefighters who didn't have a shift had to come in to help? Or maybe they were planning the bachelor party but plans keep getting interrupted with calls. Who knows? We certainly won't until May 2nd lol

Maybe the whole breaking into the police station was Chim just joking around about how it could be money and they could use it to help pay for the wedding, and then Ravi took the idea and actually did it with Buck and Eddie. I have no idea! But I do know, this has the potential to be a really fun episode. The first on the new network!

And by fun episodes I mean like Oceans 9-1-1, Jinx, Treasure Hunt, Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1, Cursed. Episodes you're watching and can feel yourself getting invested or just having a good time (I wanna say the full moon episode and Karma's a bitch from season 1 but I didn't like the cheating Hen storyline or Abby's character. Why start off the show with one of your married lesbians cheating on the other? Also I just didn't like Abby's character lmao)

The cruise ship disaster is gonna take 3 episodes and while I'm sure there's gonna be fun moments, it's mostly gonna be drama focused with trying to make sure Bobby and Athena are safe. Then we got episode 100 the Buck musical extravaganza 🤡 but because it's the 100th episode I won't count it cause people expect it to be fun (or full of pain, who knows with this show) and then there's "You Don't Know Me"... I doubt we're gonna be having fun.

Anyway those are my thoughts! Dumbass glasses are being safely stored away until next time✨ (along with my clown makeup 🤡) And again, if Episode 6 isn't exactly like how I said, word for word, then literally unwatchable 😤

0/10

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Backstage Story Translation - Tsumugi Tsukioka SSR: Whereabouts of the Lost Item - Part 3

Shrine maiden: Numbers 17 and 18, thank you for waiting~

Citron: Our goshuin are ready!

Izumi: Woah, this is very skillfully done and pretty…!

Kumon: They’re kinda awesome! Now I’m getting a lil interested in goshuin too!

Tsumugi: Right, seeing them up close like this makes me want to start collecting too.

Citron: You two should start collecting too!

Tsumugi: Mmhm, I’ll take some time to think about it.

Kumon: Oh, right! There’s still some time till Itaru-san comes, so I wanna take a few pics of the shrine!

Citron: I will also take a picture to commemorate my first goshuin!

Tsumugi: I should take a picture too.

Tsumugi: … Hm?

Tsumugi: My phone’s gone…

Izumi: Eh, you can’t find it anywhere?

Tsumugi: Yes, I think I lost it…

Kumon: When was the last time you’re sure you had it with you? At Itaru-san’s car?

Tsumugi: Yup. I put my phone in my pocket and then got out of the car…

Citron: Maybe you dropped it while walking?

Tsumugi: That might be the case…

Kumon: Oh! There’s that Find My Phone function, right? How about trying that!?

Izumi: Now that you mention it, that’s a thing! I’ve never used it, so I forgot about it…!

Citron: It’s worth a try!

Tsumugi: So smartphones have that kind of function…

Izumi: Let’s search for it from my phone.

Izumi: Tsumugi-san, can you put the password you use for your phone here?

Tsumugi: Here you go.

Izumi: I’ll start the search.

Izumi: … Hm? Huh? It can’t find it…?

Kumon: HUH? Why!?

Citron: … Tsumugi, you always make sure to update your phone, right?

Tsumugi: Eh… Do I need to update my phone?

Citron: Of course you do! If your phone doesn’t have Find My Phone, then that means you haven’t updated it in a while!

Kumon: So that’s why we can’t find it!

Tsumugi: Sorry, I didn’t know updating is a must…

Izumi: We can’t do anything about that for now! Let’s just see if it fell somewhere nearby.

Tsumugi: I’m so sorry… I’ve caused you some unnecessary trouble.

Citron: Don’t worry about it!

Kumon: Yeah! Let’s start searching from the first place we visited!

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Citron: We didn’t find it anywhere… 

Kumon: Just where could it be?

Tsumugi: Thank you for searching, everyone. Since we can’t find it after all, I think we should just give up…

Izumi: Tsumugi-san…

Izumi: Ah! Then, let’s go to the office and ask them to call the dorm in case they find it!

Citron: Nice idea! That’s good!

Itaru: Ah, there you are. Heya.

Kumon: Itaru-san!

Tsumugi: Thanks for coming to pick us up.

Itaru: You’re welcome.

Itaru: Oh, yeah. Tsumugi, you forgot your phone in the car.

Tsumugi: Wh!

Citron: It was in the car!?

Itaru: Yeah. It was on the seat.

Tsumugi: I thought I put it in my pocket, but I was in such a hurry that I probably didn’t put it away properly…

Tsumugi: I’m sorry, everyone…

Kumon: It’s okay! I’m glad we found it!

Itaru: Huh, were you looking for it? You could’ve just searched for it through someone else’s phone.

Citron: Tsumugi’s phone is old and hasn’t been updated in forever, so we couldn’t use Find My Phone!

Itaru: Ahhh… IC. This is a pretty old model…

Tsumugi: So I had everyone look for it all over the shrine grounds…

Kumon: But thanks to that, we got to see every part of the shrine!

Citron: It was fun in its own way!

Izumi: Oh, just like it said in the omikuji, you had a lost thing returned to you.

Tsumugi: That’s true… Maybe the omikuji here is just very accurate.

Itaru: Fr?

Tsumugi: It could just be a coincidence, though.

Izumi: Whatever it may be, I’m glad you found it!

Tsumugi: Thank you very much. But still, I’ll update my phone as soon as we get home so something like this doesn’t happen again.

Tsumugi: … So, Itaru-kun. Can I ask you to show me how to update my phone later?

Itaru: kk, we’re getting that done as soon as we get back. 

Tsumugi: Yup. Thanks, Itaru-kun. 

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

[yohangaontdj]

The Devil Judge Rewatch Ep 9 ( Part 2)

Continuation of Part 1, which can be found here.

We left off in Part 1 with clueless Gaon looking forward to Ms Ji's cooking.

And here we have him being so happy at the spread Ms Ji had prepared. And I guess maybe it had been a long while since he had someone cooking a proper meal for him. Maybe since his parents' deaths cause Soohyun and Professor Min didn't seem like the sort to be able to whip up such a thing. And neither could Elijah or Yohan as well.

And then we see his expression going from this...

To this.

And hoping that it was just the soup that sucks. He had went on to try the ginseng kimichi.

Only to realise that the tastiest thing that could be eaten - it was the rice.

With this, we have another misunderstanding getting cleared up.

That Yohan had banned Ms Ji from cooking, and Elijah saying she disliked Korean cuisine. They were all due to something else and not what Ms Ji had thought. That Yohan was afraid she would poison him or that Elijah was being unappreciative.

In fact, it was Ms Ji using every healthy ingredient she could get her hands on that made it hard to stomach her cooking. And it goes to show how much she do care for Yohan and Elijah, despite how they weren't the most friendliest towards each other.

Suspecting each other in the wrongest way possible, most of the time. Yet that hadn't stopped their care and concern. And that is so much more heartwarming than to keep saying 'I love you' when your heart isn't in it.

Next, we have Gaon confronting Elijah. And I just love how cute the two are.

To me, this is where I think Gaon had fallen further in love with this new found family of his.

And maybe that is why he is so motivated to get the entire family to eat together. So much so that he had held the cutlery hostage and made Elijah call Yohan.

To be continued in Part 3 as the next bit, I want to put the pics all together in one post.

[jovalencia]

hello I am back here is an overview of my beautiful day

my friend has a big huge massive academic article style paper due tomorrow and needed to lock in and work on it but they didn't wanna do it alone and I had nothing at all going on today so I told them I was down to go to campus with them bc I could work on my diary or stare at a wall or something while they worked.

so we went to campus at 1:45ish and hunkered down in a computer lab in the creepy basement of a building and got to work. and by got to work I mean they started to work on their paper and I insisted on finding a very specific image of dan and phil on bing images on one of the desktops. which was kind of hard but I did end up getting the pic I wanted. but I had randomly saved a bunch of other ones in the process and I was like "why did I even do that" and my friend was like "you should print them" bc I haven't used any of my printing credits all quarter and I was like fucking genius.

so I printed out big versions of the like twelve photos I had but I did them double sides and didn't feel compelled to keep them so I just hid them around the lab. but I had more print credits and one of the pics (the one I went looking for in the first place) printed really small so I just. made a google doc and printed a fuckton of that picture and printed it out and cut them all up. and my friend decided that whenever they needed a break they would hide these pics around the lab. cutting them out was quite a process so I took breaks by saving more pictures to add to the slideshow of photos on the desktop. which they were getting g thorough enjoyment out of even though they have barely any idea of who dan and phil are

I went to the bathroom and couldn't resist wandering around the basement a bit so I came back with a whole landline phone I found on a shelf and my friend was so excited they decided they were gonna take it home. not the point to anything but it did happen. anyways I went up to the main desktop at the front of the room and connected the microphone and talked into it for fun and fucked around with the document camera. as my final act up there I put on the poppy playtime video so my friend could have some extra enrichment. they didn't ask for it but they said it did help.

at this point I was bored again so I printed out another 60 or so pictures to cut out and put in random places. my friend and I went on a basement adventure to do this. when we got back for some reason a ton of people were walking by in the hallway even though it was night and we had only encountered two other living souls since we got to campus (one person sitting completely alone in the dark in the adjacent computer lab that i discovered when I pulled back the rook divider and one girl in the bathroom) and we were just wondering who the fuck these people were.

but imagine our surprise when one guy walked in to our room to see us settled into the corner with a dan and phil video playing on silent on the projector. my friend refused to look up from their paper and I was like "oops haha sorry" and he was like "oh I would never judge I'm just trying to print somebody" and I asked if he wanted a printed dan and phil picture and he said no and was like "why the fuck did you print out a bunch of dan and Phil pictures" and I was like "because it's fucking funny and I wasn't gonna use my printer credits for anything else" and for some reason he couldn't just fucking print whenever he came into the room for so he sat at one of the desktops and was like "oh I could tell you guys are psych majors" bc my friend and I were talking about the title of their paper about justifications for murder. but he was just weird and at some point his friend came in and said nary a thing the whole time he was there and he never did print anything so idk what was up with that. and at this point my friend and I had set up a little dan and phil picture at every single desktop in the room so hope he saw that and hated us more than he already did.

but I cut all my dan and phil pictures and stressed myself out by looking for places I should move after I graduate and found a website for my university where you can see every room that's booked on campus at what times and what it's booked for. and for some reason on this website it also showed who had rented the fucking button makers from the student union. good stuff.

by the time we left at like 8 the room had a lot Lot of hidden pictures the poppy playtime video was almost over we were starving I was out of candy crush lives and I had done not a single productive thing for over six hours.

but it was fine we got burgers at this drive in. and for almost the whole time we were there this guy in the car across from us was on the phone while this horn just sat awkwardly in the seat next to him so when the car finally pulled away my friend and I did the "hang up the phone" gesture (I wish they did it with the actual phone which they had sitting in their lap the whole time for some reason) at the exact same time. which wouldn't be notable if we didn't make the decision to do that independently of one another when we saw that phone guy was looking at us. we also got ice cream because fuck it and my dipped cone was dripping all over the fucking place it was horrible.

it was a good night and afternoon though I love being cringe I love being free here some pics we took and yes one of the places we "hid" the dan and phil pictures was in the expired hand sanitizer (hand phanitizer)

also if you're worried my friend assured me that they were very grateful to have me there with them bc if I wasn't they would have spiraled over this fuckass paper. glad to be a grounding force🫡

[ladyfromaspookyforest]

Wheeler/Byers Wardrobe Analysis

Season 1 Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

EPISODES 6 - 8

Look how uncomfy Jonathan is in Nancy’s pink and blue room. Jonathan wears a lot of browns, some blues, some greens. But putting him in black here really emphasizes how much he does not belong by upping the contrast while Nancy completely blends into her bed.

Here they are the next day (sorry to that this Jonathan pic is so unflattering; they were all really dark). Jonathan is wearing the same outfit as the day before (because he slept at Nancy’s house). Nancy is in a new outfit. She’s wearing purple, the blend of her usual pink and blue. I've talked about the blue and pink meaning different things. They can be two separate elements (either conflicting external influences or two sides to Nancy herself), and when she wears purple, it's a sign that these are merging. I also talked pretty extensively about the blue and pink in part two of my season 1 analysis where I discussed the it's-a-boy/it's-a-girl colors being used to show societal pressures to become part of the expected nuclear family (and in the words of Nancy Wheeler, "screw that").

In the last episode, Nancy was wearing a darker outfit but in the same usual dual-natured color palette (red and blue) and she and Jonathan got in a fight caused by their expectations and perceptions of one another. Now, she's still wearing darkened clothes, but purple. This feels like an indicator that she's still feeling weighed down, guilty, sad (dark colors) but that she's truly beginning to figure herself out (purple).

I've already discussed Jonathan's outfit because he hasn't changed, but the choice to keep him in this outfit rather than having him return home and put on something else is just an added emphasis to where his priorities are. He doesn't care how he looks. He's only thinking about Will.

And you know who else is outfit repeating in this scene?

King Steve. He last wore this shirt to the party where he and Nancy slept together. I think this pretty heavily indicates where Steve’s mind is during this fight. He’s thinking about Nancy. He’s jealous of Jonathan for taking Nancy.

He’s also in his full blue palette while Tommy and Carol are in blue, red, white, and yellow. I found this curious because they’ve reflected his blue palette pretty well up until this point. You’d think that as he begins to realize how awful they are, HE is the one who would start dressing differently. But instead THEY do, despite the fact that they haven’t altered their behavior. Because Tommy and Carol are minor characters whose POVs we never explore, the way they dress can definitely be interpreted as the way Steve perceives them rather than the way they are intentionally presenting. Here their outfits visually demonstrate this new divide between Steve and his friends.

Added bonus for the fact that Steve takes his jacket off to clean the graffiti, visually reflecting the last time he felt closest to Nancy.

All three of these characters spend the remainder of the season (minus the epilogue) in these outfits.

When you look at them all together, it's actually kind of aesthetically pleasing. Nancy's outfit pairs with Jonathan's SIGNIFICANTLY more than anything she wore earlier in the season, but crop Jonathan out and she fits with Steve too. So in contrast to earlier Nancy/Steve looks...

they still match, but they have both begun to behave more authentically. This is a huge signifier that they aren't really done with one another yet. They spent the season faking their way through their relationship and now is the start of them trying it for real. As themselves. But now Jonathan is in the mix, too (and literally between them).

Karen is wearing a darker variation of her usual color palette. Her light blues and pinks are now teal and maroon. She's dressed Holly to match, as usual. Even Ted fits the darker color scheme here. This general shift for the Wheelers demonstrates that they are feeling the weight of the tragedy in Hawkins. But they are still putting up their usual polite, united front.

Mike is about to spend the remainder of the season in this look. I think the most notable thing about it is that there's no blue. This is the first time we've seen him without it. Blue is Mike's color and in this particular scene, Mike thinks Will is dead. It doesn't seem like a stretch to say that in the aftermath of this loss, Mike doesn't feel like himself. He puts on a jacket for a lot of the scenes following this (which does have blue detailing. It's also the jacket he wore to Will's funeral). This outfit is extremely green, especially when the jacket is buttoned up. He's wearing green pants and his shoes have green detailing (sorry for the lack of photo evidence).

If you look at this through the lens of the blue/yellow color theory, this could represent that Mike's being heavily influenced by his friendship with Will. But I don't know how early that went into play, so all I can say is the darkened tones show the same thing I said about the rest of his family. His bright playful colors aren't here anymore and the stakes have escalated. And the lack of blue shows an absence of self.

Last note about this look: can I just say how positively feral it makes me that Will's hospital gown matches this shirt?

Down to the ring neck. Out of curiosity, I wanted to see other characters in the hospital to see if they were all in this same hospital gown. We see Will in a hospital gown in season 2, but he’s at Hawkins lab, not the hospital. So here’s (I’m so sorry) Max.

It’s been a few years, Max and Will are different sizes. Will’s probably wearing a kid's hospital gown and Max is probably wearing an adult sized one. So them not looking the same isn’t improbable. But Max’s scene as a whole is so blue (the wardrobe, the lighting). The color coding of this scene is so, so sad. So the blue detailing on the hospital gown fits the tone. The teal/yellow/brown of Will's hospital gown is happier but it also matches nothing but Mike. Which...

The lighting, costuming, and general atmosphere of this reunion is much happier. The fact that Wil and Mike match despite there being a lot of colors here tells me that these two are closer than the others, or at the very least, that Will is closest to Mike because he is the person his costuming reflects.

This is super long, so I'm not going to tag on the Christmas outfits. I'll probably make a separate post.

PS Joyce is still wearing what she was in the last post, so I left her out.

[policemanofprincesspark]

How Harry Could Improve

1. Post! Photos! On! IG! Nobody expects selfies from him but just the occasional pic of him on vacation, or something quirky he's seen on his travels, or a book he's read and recommends! His caption game used to be strong and showcased his sense of humor.

2. Find another London best friend who isn't Controversial Corden who nobody likes.

3. Take more care with your street style. Leave the hair clip, the woolly hat and the trackies at home. He killed street style between 2013-2017.

How Louis Could Improve

1. He won't stop smoking cigarettes and weed but he could stop glamorizing it by posting photos of himself doing it. I can't think of anyone else who does that these days including his idol Liam G.

2. Don't drink alcohol on stage or take pics with fans when you're clearly very drunk or high.

3. Ditch the fake Manchester accent you use when you sing. He never had this in 1d or on Walls. A lot of fans found the FitF songs hard to understand.

For Harry:

1. I miss Harry being active on social media. I know he might be trying to seem mysterious and unattainable, but I remember even when he posted while in 1D, at least in the years that I was a fan, he still retained that mystery and intrigue because his tweets were often cryptic and he rarely posted on instagram. Likewise, those posts also had cryptic captions. He comes off as super pretentious when he refuses to engage with fans via social media when most other celebrities do.

2. You are who your friends are. He has multiple zionist friends, has a bizarrely obsessive allyship towards Jewish people and Judaism, and pumps his fist at the Israel flag. It's clear that he is a PROUD zionist—but not proud enough to lose his career over his views. I know many celebrities right now aren't speaking up, but I'd rather they just tell us they're on Israel's side than say nothing. Like, don't be a pussy about it.

3. His street style used to look so fashionable and interesting. I guess he's just tired these days of having to "go to work" and get papped, so he doesn't put the effort in most of the time. That's my guess.

For Louis:

1. Yeah, there are no excuses for that. He needs to have some shame, especially when he knows he has so many teen fans. Most smokers I've known have discouraged me from picking it up. All Louis is doing is encouraging. Like, why? If time travel was possible, I wonder if Louis would want to tell his past self not to start smoking. Like I said, most smokers I've known regret it.

2. He has a very serious problem. Every alcoholic I've known used alcohol to "self-medicate" when all they had was depression, anxiety, or some kind of personality disorder that they never got diagnosed. I've talked about this before—I think Louis has ADHD and has not gotten a diagnosis. I have it myself, so that's why I recognize the symptoms he showcases. He was an alcoholic before his mother died, but I think it's only worsened since then. He's going down the route Liam (Payne) went. I fear he'll never recognize the problem for what it is though.

3. In 1D, they all had to sing in semi-American accents, so I wouldn't use that as an example of what Louis's "real accent" is. I'm not great with British accent differences, so if you could give me an example of Louis singing a specific word in both Walls and FITF in completely different accents, please do. If he really is putting on a fake accent to copy Liam Gallagher or whatever, that's... really cringey, ngl.