#I fucking hate this man forreal

[autumngracy]

Truly going insane watching my dad destroy expensive phones and laptops faster than I can fucking reorder them for him.

Doesn't matter how much help and advice I give him; my mans is just the clumsiest and stupidest motherfucker alive when it comes to electronics. Killed two phones the exact same way and two laptops the exact same way.

(Fucking up the phone charging ports by jamming the plug in unaligned. Spilling water on the laptops and then IMMEDIATELY trying to restart them. I mean. You'd think if you destroyed a multi hundred dollar device because of a certain really dumb and avoidable mistake you would, idk, remember to not make that mistake again ... fuck me).

Straight up lost a brand new cell phone replacement before even opening the box, and his memory is such shit I can't even tell if he even received it in the first place.

Meanwhile it takes me at least 4-5 years before needing to replace something, and usually it's because of shit like defective lithium ion batteries ...

"We're tight on money so I have to jack your rent up 3x," says man who goes through $500+ of tech every year because he has the memory, common sense, and manual dexterity of a garden slug.

It's not like phones and laptops are the only shit he goes through like this, either; we got lawnmowers, exercise equipment—appliances, you name it, he breaks it. Drives me fucking bananas.

[macrotiis]

Anyway, you're kidding yourself if you wouldn't fuck Patrick Stewart in his golden years.

[transgaysex]

literally so fucked up that i managed to pass my french class when the average was 58. they should fire the teacher

[sasukeibu]

i wanna like dwj howls moving castle so much but. bitch he doesn’t have a JOB. he’s UNEMPLOYED.

[sleepwalk-living]

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[rottenlittlefink]

Ahhh like… vent in tags i guess (i said what i said :3c)

[bugmin]

sometimes i just have to tune a mfer out coz if i actually listen to what ur saying im going to kill u

[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ spoil you, plug!eren

eren hated when you spent your own money, but you don’t listen.

thinking about the way plug!eren would take you on his drops with him. you were so quiet and in your own world, he never minded the fact that you had your freshly white painted toes resting against the dash of his mercedes AMG coupe. the entire car was blacked out with expensive ceramic tints, protecting you both from your usual…late night activities.

your glasses rested on the cute bridge of your nose as your left leg was sat in eren’s lap while your right rested against the dashboard. eren was lucky that he fucked with most of his customers heavy…you two had been waiting for the dude to meet y’all for nearly thirty minutes now, and had it been someone else, eren would have sped away long time ago.

eren comfortingly rubbed your baby soft feet in the grasp of his tattooed hand, one with beautiful realism art of your own eye. with a turn of his head, he could see you practically nose deep in the bright screen of your phone illuminating through the car. “you growing bored mama?” his voice is concerned. “ian think we was gonna be waiting this long on dude…my bad baby.”

you hadn’t said much since you’d gotten in the car, just wanting to hurry and add all of your things to your shopping cart on the skims website. “nah, ‘m just…trying…to do somethin’ real quick,” you bite your lip as you tap away on your phone. you were trying to add as many things to your cart before it was gone. “before this shit sell out.”

eren being the nosy boy he is leans against your shoulder to see what you were doing. but the moment he’d seen you type in numbers that belonged to what he knew as your own debit card, he kissed his teeth in annoyance. “man how many times i gotta tell you to stop using your card to go shopping bae?” you roll your eyes at his words. “i’m serious, you got all three of my cards on ya phone for a reason. fuck is you typing in your info for?”

don’t get him wrong, eren loved the fact that you were independent and knew how to handle money almost perfectly now that you were in your twenties. but being together with you for so long, he continued to step up with his provider capabilities by always taking care of you. whether it was paying your bills, rent—everything in between.

but of course it was a struggle when ms. i can do it all by myself meets mr. i know you can but let me do it for you

“because i’m spending like 600 dollars,” you point out to his previous question with an obvious scoff. “i’m not asking you for that.” eren mirrors your actions and rolls his eyes again.

eren looks at you as if you’re insane and suffered memory loss for the past four years you’ve been together. “babe…i make that shit in one night. actually—fuck a night—i make that shit in two hours!”

it wasn’t like he was lying either, with the way that eren was one of the only trusted plugs in town, it was very easy that he’d bring at least a band a night on a consistent basis. selling for almost six years was finally paying off.

you two hardly ever fought, but if you did, it was always about money. eren knew how long you’ve had to do things on your own physically and financially. you couldn’t go to your mom for help, you didn’t have a dad to beg, so it was all on you since you’d been 16. but now that he had eren, he’d just wish you’d let him take the burden of money of your shoulders and take care of you the way you take care of him.

after a few minutes, your boyfriend holds his hand out. you give him crazy eyes, but eventually follow orders by putting your phone in his hand. “don’t know how many times i gotta tell yo stubborn ass, forreal,” he grunted. “‘s never a problem spoiling my baby. you don’t ever ask me for nothing. let me feel useful and get you stuff, mama.”

with a sigh, you nod your head, like you always did. there was no way eren was gonna take no for an answer when it came to spoiling his wife.

in response, eren uses his free hand to delete your information and instead place the correct numbers—the information to his amex black card. all the money he has, he sits and does nothing with it, so why not buy you all the things you’ve never had before?

when you hear the chime of your phone confirming your order, eren hands you the phone back and goes to look out his dark window.

with your acrylics, you grab eren by the neck and slowly turn him back to face you. “thanks papa,” you gave him genuine eyes.

eren leans forward and pecks your lips. with a serious face, he pecks you one more time before wrapping his tatted fingers around your neck erotically. with a look in your eyes he tells you, “always tell me what you want, no matter how much, mama. you know daddy gonna get that shit for you one way or another, regardless.”

[titaswrld]

I have a request for a deadpool fic, if you could make a very angsty story where deadpool thinks he is undeserving of love and never thinks someone in this world would fall for him 😭 he is self-conscious about his looks and never in his right mind it crossed him that he has a chance with the reader, but he would do anything just to feel loved. he's just a constantly depressed ball of sadness, and the only way he copes with his thoughts is his dark humor. while the reader is head over heels for that man, and she's showering him in love, but he only thinks it's because they're friends 😭🫶🏼

monster

description: wade wilson being insecure about his looks, not knowing if the girl he loves would ever love him back.

paring: wade wilson x reader!

contains: angst! with happy ending (i didn’t know how to end it😭)

w.c: 1.2k

|an: finally writing forreals again! i needed to get back into it. thank u for ur request, i hope u like it😇 reader is a baker bc i couldn’t think of a more wholesome career path😭

you’ve known your best friend, wade wilson, for almost a year now. starting off as just occasional friends, hanging out at each other's apartments, watching chick flicks, and eating your weight in junk food until your friendship grew into something deeper, feeling nothing but love and admiration for another and the desire to be something more.

he’s so in love with you; he knows that now. he tried to deny it; he tried telling himself there’s no way, there’s absolutely no way a woman as intelligent, as confident, and as kind as you could ever love a monster like him. He knew you deserved better—a handsome, young, intelligent accountant or something.

his field of work is dangerous; he knows that. killing random people he doesn’t even know for cash. large sums of cash, sure. but, nonetheless, killing. he honestly always found it humorous, a trained marksman, mercenary, and vigilante , with his super cool awesome, still in school to become a pâtissière best friend!

he knew you’d leave; he knew no human being on planet earth could bear even looking at his rough, bumpy skin. that’s why he’s yet to show you his face, never failing to wear his mask around you, even though you’ve known each other for so long now. he didn’t know why you were still around after all this time even with the mask on, he knew most people found him to be annoying, aggravating, and just an all around piece of shit person, but for some reason, you liked him, and you enjoyed being around him.

he’s never had someone so close to him, as you are with him. you’re so kind, so affectionate, and so touchy. he thinks it’s just pity, you’d never think of him as anything more than a friend.

he dreamt of being the man who loved you the rest of your life; he wished that he could fall asleep and wake up to your face every day, make you laugh every day, eat every meal with you, watch every movie and every show, spend every holiday together, fuck, even start a family. he craved you. he craved your love, your care, and your kindness; he wanted to be normal with you, but he’s not normal, far from it. he knew better than that. he knew he didn’t deserve that. he would never be the man that you love.

he’s not ready to let you go, but he can’t keep his feelings for you inside any longer. he honestly dug himself into an even deeper hole, choosing to come over almost every free night he had. he couldn’t stay away from you; he hated being away from you. during every mission and every fight, all he thought about was coming home to you. you’re the only person who truly understood him for the man that he is, and he loves you for that. he’s never opened up to anybody the way that he’d opened up to you. you were special, so special to him. he was terrified.

you felt hopeless, stupid, and desperate. every advance you made, you’d failed. from baking him his favorite treats, to holding his hand while you watched a movie on the couch, to giving him hugs that lasted a little longer than necessary after a long mission, you couldn’t get your best friend out of your mind, not if you tried. hou crave him, his love, his care, his stupid fucking jokes that never end, his sarcastic nature, his sass—you don’t think you have ever loved a man the way that you love wade.

sometimes, he made you think that he might like you back, that he might have some sort of romantic interest in you, but it was quickly shut down after he made a joke, basically telling you that it would never happen.

you and wade were sitting on the couch, just talking, telling stories, and catching up after a particularly long time apart. until you had thought of a statement, that could’ve told you whether or not wade may or may not feel the same way.

your best friend, mia, had mistaken you and wade for a couple while on the phone. when you denied her statement, she apologized, saying she’s sorry for assuming, but you did spend all your time together..

when you told wade what she said, he doubled down in laughter before spitting out, “you? me? never. who is this friend? have i met her? has she seen me before? you might need to get her 5150’d.”

which did shatter your heart into a million pieces, but nonetheless, it wouldn’t stop you from trying to show him how much you care, how much you want to be with him, and how much you want to love him. he deserved love, and you wanted to give it to him.

each time he made a self-deprecating joke, it broke your heart. it was torture for you. the most he would ever do is lift his mask slightly when he ate with you, only to pop a piece of food in his mouth, then sheathe his face with his mask once again to chew, repeating the process until he’d finished. but even then, you never looked out of respect.

there were multiple occasions where you could’ve snuck a peek, where you could’ve turned around and saw his full face, but you knew how genuinely insecure he felt and how scared he was for you to see his face, so you never looked, not wanting to betray his trust or make him uncomfortable. you loved him, and you wish he understood that absolutely nothing could change that. especially not the way he looks.

today, you were sat on your couch, waiting for him to arrive. He said he’d be over tonight for the usual—rom-coms and junk food. but today, you felt different, your balls finally dropped, and you were ready to admit how you felt, whether it was a good or bad outcome, you were ready.

every single worst-case scenario clouded your thoughts, making your palms sweaty and causing a deep ache in your chest until you heard a knock at your door, saving you from plummeting even farther into your head.

you open the door, and time feels slow motion. you didn’t see deadpool; you saw wade for the first time- the real wade. standing there with an anxious expression plastered across his mottled face, snacks in one hand and flowers ripped from the dirt outside of your apartment complex in the other.

your stomach dropped along with your expression, the shock stunning you into place as you began to gather your thoughts. this is what he was hiding, you thought. jesus christ, all of that trouble for this? you could almost hit him.

wade, on the other hand, paced in your hallway, back and forth for 15 minutes before this, trying to decide whether he should just bail and leave the fucking country or finally stop being pussy and just show you his goddamn face.

after seeing your initial reaction, his head dropped, his gaze on the floor, as he muttered, “i know. total freak show, right? freddy kruger? craterface? cmon, lay it on me.”

now was your chance, as you cupped his face with your hands and pressed your soft lips against his dry, cracked ones. you felt his tense muscles drop and relax as he melted into the kiss, relishing in the feeling and making sure it was real, too.

you’d pulled away, looking him in the eyes and flashing a smile his way before placing kisses all over his cheeks, forehead, nose, and chin.

your gaze fell across his face once again, this time meeting you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

“so— ten things i hate about you, or steel magnolias?”

[rissouu]

Onys the type to not gaf about ur little shows but ones you flick them on hes all quite and now paying attention to what’s on the screen. And then he starts talking about the character on the screen like calling Natalie a bitch for fighting Scotty (on Baddies West) and now u gotta tell him all the drama between the girls bc he joined in late on the show

LITERALLY I AGREE HOLD ON HOLD ON.

“i know you fuckin’ lying, her long chin ass need to be stopped!” he yelled at the tv, startling you because you didn’t even think he was paying attention. “why the fuck she beating on her friend mama? am i missing sumn’?”

ony was never one to pay attention to the type of shows you put on, but this one had him entertained. “she think cause she run the show she somebody, but she a whole ass bitch forreal.” he mumbled, now he understood why you always got so worked up by this show.

“pa i thought you hated the shit i put on, hmm?” you would definitely be making fun of him later, but right now you needed someone to talk shit with. and who better than your man? “but anyways, let’s talk about this shit!”

[xazse]

the afab gojo x male reader is so good ! but i lowkey want gojo to get his lick back and make male reader jealous like i get it’s unrequited but i lowkey feel like mreader is attached to him a bit.

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I REALLY WANTED TO GET THIS OUT TO YOU BOTH ON TIME SO I APOLOGIZE IF THIS IS RUSHED. SO HAPPY YOU LOVED MY AFAB<333 I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE AFAB GOJO!!

Idk about you but I feel like the best revenge is to slowly drive the other person insane.

Male!reader is a scumbag and might not align with you, like forreal scumbag!

Warnings: Fem!Satoru x Male Reader, Pussy-eating, sexting, jealous!reader, mean!reader, patheticmale!reader

Oh m!reader is most definitely in love with Satoru, that night When you were fucking Suguru he realized how much you would ramble on how much you hated Satoru’s guts and the only thing he’s good for is his body and pussy. But he seen the slight light in your eyes when you were describing him, by the end of the night Suguru just wanted to go home , he hadn’t even realized you were involved with Satoru so he felt like shit by the end as well, so ready to go home and tell Satoru to avoid you like the plague.

Satoru does eventually start to slowly distance himself from you, no longer is he blowing up your phone wondering where you are, he’s barely responding to your messages, and he most definitely stopped begging you to see him and look at him. He finds himself not entertaining your attempts to make him jealous or angry. He does work on himself, meaning he’s buying a new wardrobe and posting cute selfies, basically in your words auctioning himself off to other people.

You do notice the things he’s doing, ignoring you in favor of other people who aren’t even worth his time or yours. Two can play that game, Satoru is clearly going through something and needs a little convincing to get him back in the right mind, so you’ll give him the space he so clearly fucking needs, and it’s most definitely not gonna drive you crazy.

A week later your at a party, attempting to look for someone even as half as pretty as Satoru, he’s also present, so beautiful and a beaming smile gracing his face, he looks a little brighter, and it’s definitely not because of you. He’s with his usual group of friends, looking so dull compared to him. There’s a hand behind his back, seemingly going up and down in a soothing motion, you follow the hand and you scoff loudly from across the room.

A dude who looks plain and most definitely not Satoru’s type.

You see Satoru peek at the man and give him a kiss on the cheek whilst he whispers something in his ear, a giggle leaves his pretty pink lips before he’s departing somewhere. You’re quick to follow him outside to talk.

“What’s with you lately? Why are you avoiding me? And who’s that dude in there?” You pester Satoru with endless questions, not letting him even get a breath in.

“He’s someone I’m talking to right now, and why are you so worried?” Satoru glares, his eyebrows furrowed and yet you still find him to be so pretty when he’s frustrated.

“Not worried , just wondering why you aren’t picking up my calls.”

“Been busy, enjoy the party.” Satoru is quick to push through you and back to party, forgetting what he came in the kitchen for. He peers over his shoulder to see you standing there staring daggers at him with an expression he doesn’t recognize, oh you’re fucking pissed. It makes his body shiver and his cunt clench around nothing, he wants to see just how much he can push you.

One night while Satoru is alone in his room he does the unthinkable, he props his phone up and spreads himself wide in front of his camera, his pretty pussy on display, he grabs his favorite dildo and begins working it inside of himself, slow and steady is how he starts, he makes sure the video gets everything, every sound, every movement is captured. The dildo reaches so deep while it stretches his hole and makes him so wet, he’s heaving as he continues to abuse himself to completion. When that’s all done with he sends it to you, but he makes it look like it wasn’t for you, an accident is what he wants you to think.

A few hours later Satoru’s doorbell rings and to his amazement it’s you, looking a fucking mess, dressed like as soon as he sent the message you were out the door and on your way to his place. There’s a fiery but pathetic look in your eyes.

“Toru’ please” your voice sounds raw as you beg?

And a few minutes Satoru has you on your knees eating him out, you flatten your tongue and lick a stripe up his pussy, you’ve been wanting him for as long as he’s been torturing you, starving just to even touch him a little bit. You’re ravenous with your tongue work, licking up all his essence as it seeps out of him.

Satoru is rough with his hands, shoving your face even deeper so you can lick all the parts of him, he snaps at you to suck on his clit, and you listen like the obedient thing you’ve become, he’s moaning and mewling so cutely, you’ve missed his sweet honeyed voice, though he isn’t yelling your name you’ll take what you can get.

Your balls feel heavy when you unbuckle and pull your pants down to rest around your thighs. Fat cock already fully hard you begin stroking yourself slow and steady, precum already dripping you use that as lubricant. The burn in your body ignites, the combined sucking on Satoru’s clit and jerking your cock off feels so damn good, everything feels right, but also twisted.

[bunny584]

What do you think about Gojo after him stereotyping Miguel for being black? He did apologize though. I don't even know why Gege needs to add that. We all know he hates Gojo but he's taking it far.

*Pulls hair up into ponytail.*

*slides on reading glasses*

*taps mic*

Okay, anon my love. Let’s talk about it.

I think Gege, tried to make a salient point that was poorly executed. I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that Satoru highlights a lot of things Gege probably dislikes - abundance of wealth, sheltered upbringing, entitlement, limitless strength on top of being insanely good looking. It’s almost too much, yes?

Throughout Satoru’s depiction, Gege tries to insinuate that the honored one actually isn’t perfect.

Sending Yuji out on a mission too above his grade at the time, miscalculating steps in Shibuya, etc. It’s an attempt to humanize a celestial character. Probably why he also tries to compare everyone’s strength/natural talent to Satoru (meanwhile the audience is like…be so fucking forreal right now).

And then here comes the race issue. A sheltered boy who grew up in a clan where he walked on water met a foreign man who disrupted his Godlike technique. Can you imagine how shocking that was?

Satoru was going to grasp at straws to figure it out. He’s different. Is it because he’s naturally stronger? Naturally more muscular? Something about his genetics must make him this way…right?

Now, you and I both know that’s false. Incorrect thinking. Phenotypic differences are gorgeous. And we should see and acknowledge them. But the problem is when you start stripping away someone’s humanity because of said differences (I.e. Satoru saying he’s strong because he’s Black).

Miguel course corrected him quickly. And Satoru accepted it. And that’s how growth happens. All of this is perfectly okay and beautiful and part of learning.

But Gege lost credibility with his readers a long time ago with his antics so this was NOT the right time to try and make such a point.

I said all that to say, I don’t think Satoru is racist. And it would have been nice to flesh out his growth in that way a teensy bit more.

Thank you for coming to this little fireside chat, we should do it again sometime baby 🩷

[jqmalikhsgib]

sea view

four

Harry waves at the camera and smiles. We’re behind the camera, ready to interview him about his second album. We laugh at how nervous he looks, him being an international rockstar since he was sixteen, it was kinda weird seeing him shy away.

Harry laughs with us before clearing his throat. “Are we rolling?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Hi, I’m Harry Styles! I’m here to give never before information about my second album!” Harry states.

Our interviewer, Samara shakes his hand before asking the twenty-eight year old questions

“First and foremost, How are you Harry?”

“I’m good! How are you?”

“I’m great! Thanks for asking. How’s the wife and kids? You and YN recently had another little one, yeah?”

“We did! As of now, starting this video he’s four months! He’s definitely a happy little fellow. Obviously my wife is amazing. She’s a super hero in my opinion. She takes care of the house and the kids like it’s nothing. She’s a great mom.”

“Is it crazy how much she still the most amazing woman in the world in your eyes?! That’s how I am with my wife. No one can compare. Even after years of marriage.”

Harry chuckles. “Yeah! She’s the greatest woman of all time. I still get butterflies when I’m around her.”

“I’m the same way! Before we talk about the album, how is she handling tour? I know by the time this video releases, you’ll be back to touring. How do you both balance your relationship and you being away from your family?”

“It’s hard, yeah! But we manage it. We’ve had so much to work on before Fine Line was released. With our marriage almost falling apart, I had to build trust again before going on tour.”

“That makes sense. Let’s talk about the saddest song on the album, falling. You have stated previously that was the first song you wrote for Fine Line. Where was your head at when you wrote falling.”

Harry sighs. “It was one day when YN and I met up for coffee. This was before I packed my bags and went to Japan. I tried to reason with her, get her to understand I was gonna get help so we’d be a family again. She kinda just told me we needed space. After, I got drunk off my ass and continued to party, every single day. I’d wake up in some hotel room, no memory of the night before. I thought my marriage had been over and I was the only person to blame. Finally, after a friend basically told me to get my shit together and get my wife back, I immediately packed up a bag and left. I had to for the sake of my family. Falling is about me coming to terms with my mistakes. It’s about me owning up to me being a shit husband to the woman who’d been there for me before the fame. I hated what I saw in the mirror, the things I’ve done, the people I’ve cheated on my wife with, I was disgusted in myself. It’s a song about self reflection!”

“You and YN have been through so much, a lot of fans feel like she’s to blame in your relationship almost ending as well. We know you’ve made it very clear that she had nothing to do with the split. And in your song Golden, you sorta open up about how imperfect you are, begging for forgiveness. What we wanna know is, was it the first song you let your wife hear?”

“No! The first song I showed her was Cherry.”

“Interesting! What made you want to show her that particular song?”

“Jealousy? It was mostly a manipulation tactic to try and win her back. A friend of ours had posted a photo of her laughing and enjoying herself with another man. I thought nothing of it at first, but as time went on, she was seen with him more and more. This only made me feel like she was moving on. I was angry! I went home, cried, got drunk, and started scribbling down the lyrics to Cherry. At first it was me spewing out some pretty hateful words, jeff was the one to tell me this was absolutely insane and I’d lose her forreal if I released it. Deep down I knew he was right I re-wrote the song. I sent it to her after I recorded it. She didn’t talk to me for two weeks. I knew I had fucked up once more. I was trying to make her feel guilty about moving on, if she did, when I was the one who cheated and lied. I re-wrote the song again around the two weeks we haven’t talked, in came cherry. The final touch was so much better than the two originals. She loved it and cried. I think that’s how we kinda got back together and went to couples therapy.”

“So, where did Golden come from, exactly?”

“We’d been in therapy for a little while. Maybe two months? YN was still very hesitant with our relationship. She kept pushing me away more and more. I didn’t blame her! I knew I needed to gain her trust back. After all, I cheated on her for six years! Golden is my song, really. It’s about me coming to terms with possibly losing my wife. I write about the separation of our marriage and how if she were to divorce me, I’d just have to accept in being alone and having a broken heart. I tell her she’s still the light of my life but i would understand if she decided enough was enough.”

“The next sad track would be to be so lonely. Is that also a song where you’re accepting who you are and what you did?”

“Sorta? I think it’s more so me being exactly what the song states, an arrogant asshole who couldn’t even apologize for his actions. I thought back to our marriage the last few years and how idiotic I truly was. I was constantly coming home drunk, smelling like another woman, not really giving a single fuck I was a husband and a father and my wife and kids should come first. I thought about the situation I was in that particular moment. I’m sleeping in a hotel, my wife and kids are home without me, I had been selfish asshole. I felt like I didn’t deserve her forgiveness.”

“Now, lights up and she are kinda giving me the reflective of your cheating habit. Is that where you’re going with that?”

“She is about my abuse to partying and who I’d become when I did party and get drunk everyday. I knew I had a problem. I wouldn’t call myself an alcoholic but, I wasn’t acting like myself. The ‘She’ I’m referring to is the partying and drinking. I would go to bed and wake up not remembering a single fuck about what happened the night before. I’d take my kids to school, go to a ‘friends’ house, get super fucking drunk, go out clubbing, and somehow wake up in my bedroom next to my wife. I’d pretend I was at work, recording more music with the boys, but she always knew I was full of shit. Lights Up is about the cheating. The girls I was sleeping with, they’d occasionally call here and there, having new numbers after I blocked them, asking to hook up again. At this moment YN and I were doing so much better! We weren’t sleeping in the same bed again, but she let me come back home with her and the kids. I wasn’t gonna mess that up. I wrote that for the world to hear, especially the women who I would sneak around with, letting them know I’m not going back to the man who mentally abused his wife. I’m a new man! I’m all about my family. Basically me killing any relationships I had with them. Letting them go into the light!”

“What was the next track you wrote for fine line?”

“That would be treat people with kindness believe it or not. It was a fun little song! Payton was only three at the time and me and her mom were teaching her about kindness! It started off as just a little humming. Eventually the lyrics came together. We all want our kids to be better than us, I want all three of my children to not make the same mistake I’ve made when they get older. Teaching them to treat people with kindness no matter how old or where you are, it’s important. It was just a fun little song for my babies.”

“Wow! That’s very beautiful, Harry! What do you say to the parents that are out there trying to same tactic but feeling like they’re not getting through?”

“Keep on teaching them about kindness! As parents, we all have that sinking feeling that we’re not doing enough or we’re failing a parents. In the end, children are human, they’ll make mistakes! This doesn’t make you a bad parent or a failure. We just teach them right from wrong. Once they learn, all will be good. I promise.”

“Would canyon moon be about you moving back home?”

“No, actually. It’s about moving back into my wife’s heart. It’s about me being gone and absent from her heart for too long. It’s basically her point of view. She tells me how she feels one night, like truly feels! How she felt like I’d broken her heart to tiny little pieces but I’m slowly building my way back in. She actually gives me the lyrics to the song. YN words were ‘It feels like you’re climbing my heart all over again. Like you’re heading to the top to touch the moon.’ And that’s how Canyon Moon was born.”

“Could you explain ‘Sunflower just died. Keep it sweet in your memory.’ To us? What does that mean exactly?”

“Sunflower is about us starting over! It’s about YN and I getting to know one another all over again. We’ve grown and changed over the years. Ultimately it was about us learning the things we liked and disliked now. We needed to re-grow our petals. I believe it kinda leads up to Adore You in a way. In Adore You I basically tell her, no matter how much she changed I will still love her for who she is. I let her know I’d do absolutely anything for her love, even walk through fire! I let her know to take her time with loving me again. I’d wait for her for as long as she let me. I’d love her until the day that I die, even then, I’d still love only her.”

“With the next song, we don’t have to go into too much detail. I’m sure your wife wouldn’t want you to anyway. Could you at least confirm it’s about giving a woman oral pleasure?”

Harry chuckles. “Oh, yeah! I mean, you can even use it as giving men oral pleasure. Whoever you identify as, it’s about sex! I wanted to add a little bit of adult content in the album. And as a married man, who’s not too shy, I will say I love giving my wife pleasure. It’s only natural, yeah? And I think I’m pretty damn good at pleasing her.”

“I’m one thousand percent sure you are Harry! Onto the final song. You have told us that Fine Line was the final song to be written and recorded. Would you say this song ties the album together and explains your infidelity as well as your love for your wife?”

“Yes! It’s the end of an era, end of hating myself, end of discovering who I am, who I was, and who I wanna be. Fine Line was a journey of self reflection and getting the help I needed to not only get my family back but, to finally get back to the version of me I like. It took a while to admit my faults and wrongs. For so long I blamed anyone but myself. I blamed my bandmates, my parents, the alcohol, the women, and most importantly I blamed my wife. I was the one who’s been selfish and arrogant and a dick! But at that moment I was letting my friends and family know, I was sorry for the pain I caused them. I’m finally getting my shit together and I hope we’ll all be alright in the end!”

“Wow, Harry! That’s beautiful, honestly. This album is the most real and raw thing we’ve heard. We all love that you shared this part of your life with us. We’re so very grateful that you were willing to explain this tragic, yet beautiful story. Thank you, Harry!”

“Thank you, darling!”

[pwuppyl0ve]

man i hate when getting off doesn’t fix my headache . wdym i went through the effort of jorking it and MY HEAD STILL HURTS????? be so fucking forreal right now

[yezzyyae]

Sydney Adamu please leave go to the other restaurant. Take that scallop recipe & kick rocks I’m sorry because if she were played by a white man, everybody would hate her! But since Sydney is played by a black woman she is the “savior” foh I ain’t fall for that shit! GO FAR AWAY SYDNEY ADAMU I SWEAR THE EARTH WILL CONTINUE TO SPIN!

The pressure they put on Carmy when he never had a stable life w/ his family, friends, work, love life, being a leader, grieve from losing his oldest brother while they was not speaking, being the youngest child of a mentally unstable family, being the boss of a inherited restaurant, not having the respect from his employees, having to repeat himself to his sous chef over & over, being made a villain over & over, & not going to therapy when he is clearly the perfect candidate for it lol! But I hate how yall act like Carmy is this evil demon of a man foh GO AWAT SYDNEY GO THE FUCK AWAY! I mean it I understand that Carmy likes Sydney around cause she understand food like he does & she knew all the kitchen languages & the other employees of “The Bear” didn’t understand the language & was being shit heads. So let’s be Forreal that’s why Carmy kept Sydney around cause she understood the “NOMA language” not because she was an excellent cook & excellent employee because she was not either. Sydney was bitchy, clingy, extremely impatient, & extremely green. Sydney can be a mean ass woman when she is backed in a corner & faced with her mistakes. Sydney screamed & acted like the crew in “The Beef” kidnapped her when they stole her onions 🧅 that episode after Carmy said “it’s like paying your dues they did the same thing to me last week” smh like come on Sydney why was you being so dramatic. And then when Marcus tried to carry the heavy ass stock for her off the top shelf & Sydney says “No I don’t need your help you don’t ask Carmy if he needs help” ummm I hated her so much after that scene because Sydney why are you comparing yourself to Carmy umm Sydney you is not Carmy’s equal. Carmy is your boss Sydney like WTFFFFFFF & Carmy is a man but I’m sure he would have appreciated Marcus’ help if he offered it. Ughh Omgg and why was Sydney comparing herself to the owner of the restaurant where’s she has only been there working for 1 week! It’s insanity I hate Sydney Adamu and I hate her even more after every rewatch! I hate how it’s so many people like Sydney in this world & don’t see anything wrong with it.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HIIIIIIIIIIIIII MACKEREL. HIII. HI. HI. FINISHED EPISODE 31. holy shit. absolutely reeling. william wisp survival horror villain!!!!!!!!! william wisp survival horror villain!!!!!!!! hes just like taylor hebert forreal.... every single choice he made in this episode was the most logical & best for as many people as possible and yet taken all in all they're fucking horrifying. me when i'm doing the wrong things for the right reasons & i'm alienating everyone who loves me & the only way out is through and i can't stop now because then it would all be for nothing!!!!! head in hands. i fucking said he'd go off the rails as soon as dakota wasn't there!!! u need ur emotional support immovable object bestfriend!!

that being said. actually feeling some kind of way by vyncent "was chill with killing his own father" "grew up in hellmurder rpgland" "has committed manslaughter at best and murder at worst" sol going "yeah this is making me sick. i can't do this."... god. they're both alone now!!!! and i can't even articulate how much i hate that william's alone with his shitty manipulative older brother who dissects people now!!!! it's gonna be Bad!!!!

also i have. So many fucking feelings on the freedom city crew man. head in hands. freedom city wards............ anyway. god!!! shakng u back n forth by the shoulders!!!!! william wisp torment nexus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHA. AHAHAA YEAH. I SPECIFICALLY SAID THE FREEDOM CITY WARDS THING TO YOU BEFORE YOU STARTED THIS EP SO YOUD SAY THAT. BECAUSE IM SO FUCKING EVIL MASTERMIND CODED. i have been thinking a lot about freedom city wards. they don't. stay wards for very long. smile.

there have been SO MANY TIMES where you've said something to the effect of "wow I can't wait for william to get separated from dakota and become so morally grey" AND EVERY TIME IM JUST SITTING HERE LIKE.

william is alone with david now surely this will not have any dire consequences. yeah i feel rlly fucked up abt vyncent leaving too. god. bold words coming from the guy who grew up in hellmurder rpg land !!!!! but also completely understandable. this was a fucked up situation from the START and it becomes too much. I get it. vyncent was fucking scared and worried and one of their friends was just dissected and william might know David but *he* doesn't so he has no reason to trust that tide or anyone else is gonna be okay .... GOD. I have. so many feelings abt it.

ohhhh wiwi..... wiwi wake up you fucked up big time! but also you didn't really have a choice because your older brother is a manipulative bastard and you can't see through it because at the end of the day he's your big brother and you're supposed to trust him! he wouldn't hurt you right! ughhhghghghghh. greyscale arc is so fucked dude. it's so fucked! william wisp i love you so dearly you're in such an impossible situation and none of your choices are making things better but !!!!! it's the best you can do in the situation you're trying to help you're trying to protect your friends and AUGHGHGHH. UGH.