#I thought I replied awhile ago but apparently not lmao

[hexellent]

@cxffeeshxp X

Oh. That was an outside thought. That was meant to be an inside thought. Fuck, the lack of sleep is gonna get him in trouble.

“I…I mean, uh…”

His brain stalled on what to say, Kit just staring at them doesn’t help.

[golbrocklovely]

Thoughts on Colby only/mostly replying to girls that are attractive? I've noticed this a lot. We've seen from the whole catfish thing that he gets closer and tries to respond to pretty girls, and I thought he would have learned as he did say it himself that it looks bad that he does that. But honestly two years later and he still thinks with his dick lmao

Pretty privilege is 100% real

i actually talked about this awhile ago, but i have a post in my drafts that i've never shared that is basically about this.

i wrote it on a day i wasn't feeling my best, which is probably why i haven't shared it. plus, i don't exactly love ragging on snc, unless it's roasting them for funsies lol

so... i've noticed this behavior since i got into the fandom back in 2018. it becomes very apparent how often colby (and sam too) posts fans that are skinny or very pretty or both.

and i think the thing that hurts the most about it is the fact that colby in particular has stated on multiple occasions that looks don't matter to him. while i think that sentiment is nice in theory, it's bullshit in practice. obviously, looks matter. you can't date someone you aren't attracted to. but, it was nice when i first got into the fandom to hear something like that from colby, who is conventionally attractive.

but the thing is, as i've gotten older and have started to love myself more, i realize that while it's disappointing that colby says one thing but doesn't really live up to it, i don't fully blame him.

the truth is we all have fatphobia. the society and culture we live in supports skinny bodies more than it does plus size. i don't blame or get angry at ppl who continue to think in that way, bc it's not worth being upset over. they probably don't even realize how often they have been told to dislike fat bodies. and at the end of the day, it's only about how i feel for my body that matters.

that being said, i would love to have a discussion with snc about this type of thing. i don't even think they realize that they do this type of stuff constantly and that fans (especially those that are plus size) notice it. how are they supposed to know that they are doing something like this? do they even know anyone that is plus size? i mean, really think about it. this type of discussion has probably never happened to them.

i know it might have been talked about a couple times on twitter or insta, but god even knows if they ever saw it.

most of the ppl they know are skinny and pretty. and not to mention, but bc they are influencers, they are surrounded by ppl who only care about looks bc that's how a lot of ppl make money. a lot of influencers get by with just their looks. that's why insta models are a thing.

but to relate it back to colby, again, i don't blame him for posting fans that he finds pretty, or that are conventionally attractive. they deserve to be recognized. but so do the rest of us.

it's a shitty situation. while i would love for him to post more plus size fans, i don't want him to do something like that just bc he was told to do it. i want him to genuinely do it. so, until he's made aware that this is something he is doing, i don't think things will change.

and as a side note, to anyone reading, just bc you don't get noticed doesn't mean you aren't attractive. fuck anyone that thinks you're unattractive. if that includes colby, or any influencer, then so be it.

you are more than your weight. and if ppl can't see that, they can suck a dick :)

sorry if this was all over the place. i'm kinda tired and have a lot of thoughts on this so... yeah lol

[danny-chase]

Hello, are there any Cassandra Cain fans/stans that could help me out with her characterization? I’ve just started to get into writing fanfiction (I haven’t posted any, and am working towards getting more confident with writing the characters in general so hopefully I’ll post some someday) and I haven’t been in the fandom long. Cass is a confusing character for me to write, mostly because I feel like she’s written differently in everything she’s in. And her personality absolutely got erased and overhauled in the New52. I’ve read some of her Batgirl run (it was awhile ago ngl) and I read the storyline where she was introduced in the New52 and the Rise and the Fall of the Batmen (I think that’s the arc she’s involved in with Detective Comics). Idk, more under cut.

My goal in writing Cass is to make her seem like a real person and I’m drawing more on pre-New52 than post-New52. I feel like she used to have so much more to her than just being like a perfect person and the sweetest person in general. Not that she can’t be sweet (I love cinnamon bun Cass too), but she used to have much more grit to her personality it seems like. I’m blending the two personalities, and I’d really like to focus on her love for dance, it’s one of the changes I really liked, and of course her connections to her siblings because I love sibling dynamics. Currently I’m working on a fic where she ends up dancing with each of her siblings. I like the idea of writing her as a bit snarky or sassy (the kind of person that just stares at you with the “really” expression when you do something dumb), more introverted, a bit of a little shit, self deprecating, but genuinely kind hearted, driven, and a perfectionist. I also don’t want to write her as being a magic character that instantly knows what’s wrong with a character. Yeah, she can read body language, but her family is good at hiding things, they’ve been trained recognizing body language and I’m guessing some of them have worked to have good control over their own. My interpretation is she can tell what people are feeling but not why, and how they’re going to move. I’ve written a little bit of the fic so far (um please don’t feel obligated to read through it, any comments on how you think Cass should be written is helpful) so I’ll post it below. Thanks for reading this far if you made it XD.

I don’t have a title for this lmao but the fic starts here:

“Hey.” Dick gently placed a hand on her shoulder as he hopped down from his spot on the water tower. “You know who’s my most favorite, strongest, most beautiful, spectacular-”

Cass groaned; he was making the face. He was wearing his Nightwing mask, but as she turned to look, she could already tell he was making the face. Dick ignored her groans and continued “-most perfect, amazing, gorgeous, sweetest, nicest, kindhearted, thoughtful-”

Cass pulled away; she would not be doing what he asked. Nope. The last time she heard Dick talking like this, Barbara ended up agreeing to dog sit for Titus. The dog chewed everything in the clocktower; they were still finding ripped up socks in various locations. “He’s so well behaved” he said. “It won’t be for that long” he said. “You’re the best thank you so, so much” he said. On the bright side, Dick had bought her new ballet shoes to replace the ones Titus tore through. But they’d taken weeks to break in and-oh he was still talking.

“-smartest, wisest, funniest, loveliest, badass, awesomest, funnest-” Cass placed her hands on her hips and stood up to meet him. The stakeout had been going fine on her own, at this rate she probably didn’t need his backup anyways, so if this was something stupid, she could always tell him to leave. She gave him her best “bat-glare” as he continued to mumble on compliments. “fantastic, reliable, trustworthy-” his voice grew smaller as she continued glaring. He cleared his throat “sister of all time?” He finished.

Cass sighed and leaned back against the tower’s support. “What do you want?” Dick gave her a weak smile, embarrassment radiated off him. That couldn’t be good.

“Look, I’ll cut to the chase.” Thank heavens for that. “But like, just know I love you so much.” Cass wished she could stick her tongue out, maybe the domino mask was the way to go. She settled for lightly shoving his shoulder. He grinned at her, doing his best to seem casual, but slight tension in his neck gave away his discomfort. Dick was always hard for her to read, he was a performer from birth, and had excellent control of his posture and facial expressions. He gave himself away in movement, in the lack thereof. He could paint the perfect mask, but it slipped slightly when he moved. He was nervous, anxious, exasperated, and worried. Cass was intrigued.

“What is it?” She said, more gently than before, turning back to watch her mark. She could hear Dick let out a deep breath.

“It’s Da-Robin. He got invited to a formal.” Cass turned back and cocked her head. “Don’t give me that look, you know how he is.” He said, shifting his weight. “It’s a school event, so they’ve been learning ballroom dance in gym. But I got a call the other day from the gym teacher saying he’s not participating.”

“Why should he?” Cass asked. “You shouldn’t force people to do things they don’t want to do.” Living with the family long enough had taught her that. If the kid didn’t want to dance, he shouldn’t have to.

“Yeah, I know.” Dick replied a bit flatly. He moved to crouch where she had been sitting and focused on the building across the street. “But I don’t know if he doesn’t want to, or if he’s just embarrassed.” Cass thought for a moment. “I don’t suppose he grew up with many dance lessons.” He added a bit apologetically. She shook her head.

“Have you talked to him?” She asked. Dick sighed.

“I tried. But he kept switching topics and when I pressed it, he locked himself in his room. Which is why I’m concerned.” Cass hummed in affirmation. It made sense.

“Why haven’t you tried teaching him?” Dick wasn’t a bad dancer, and he’d always performed quite well at the galas.

He looked back at her sheepishly. “I gave it a go last time I was at the manor. But he stormed off before we could get anything done. Something about me being an embarrassment to the family.”

Cass rolled her eyes under the cowl. “What did you do?”

“I just wanted to do some jazzercising to warm up, what’s wrong with that?” Dick spluttered in response. Cass lightly smacked the back of his head. “So anyways, I lost my chance at it. I can’t even play music without him running away.” He continued, ducking away as she tried to tap him again. “Besides, you’re probably a better height to practice with for him.” She scoffed in response.

“When’s the gala?” She asked. It slipped out without her permission. She wasn’t getting involved. The kid could figure it out on his own. Couldn’t he?

“It’s next weekend.” He replied and sighed. “I don’t want him to miss it. He never does stuff that’s age appropriate.” Oh, no. Not that card. Cass would not be involved, she had work to do. She stepped back to lean against the tower again and bit her lip. “And some girl in his class asked him to go. Her name’s Maps and she’s a really good influence on him.” She crossed her arms tighter. Damian was rude to her. He called her Cain. Not. Getting. Involved. “She’s so energetic, it helps him loosen up-” Damnit.

“Fine.” Dick whipped around to look at her, not bothering to hide his disbelief. She squirmed internally. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about the kid. It was just easier to spend time on her own. The kid was better off without her influence anyways.

“Are you sure, I could ask Steph or I don’t know-” He continued.

She cut him off. “I’ll do it. I don’t mind.” The others wouldn’t work. Dick knew that going into the conversation. They were too…loud in their judgement. Steph would laugh at the wrong time, Tim would say the wrong thing, Jason didn’t have the patience for the kid’s temper, and Duke would be a safe bet, but was away on Outsider business for the next two weeks.

Dick practically melted in relief. “Thank you so-”

“You owe me, big brother.” Cass reminded.

“Anything you want, little sister.” He promised. “Are hugs acceptable as a down payment? I could kiss you right now.”

“Eww.” Cass made a face under the mask but strode forward as he opened his arms and stood for a hug. He eagerly wrapped her in a bear hug. She couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re winning sister of the year award.” He said as he released her.

“You’re making me cookies.” She retorted. Dick grimaced.

“Can I buy them?” He asked hesitantly. She shook her head.

“Homemade, with love. And I’m watching.” She added, smirking under the mask. Dick sunk back down into position.

“I’ll do my best.” He promised. Cass snickered. The last time Dick tried making cookies, he apparently caught his oven mitts on fire. There was still a bit of cookie dough on the ceiling he hadn’t noticed yet.

A flash of movement jolted her back into reality, their mark was making his move. She shot her grapple, and Dick quickly followed suit. “I’ll text you the plan tomorrow.” He promised as they leapt into the night.

Thanks so much if you read this far, and please comment or send me feedback directly if you have the time and don’t mind. I’m sorry if you completely disagree with how I characterized her (or Dick/Damian for that matter) I’m mostly relying on Damian’s canon interactions with her and Dick’s half canon half fanon personality (I know they don’t get on great in the comics...but sibling dynamics) and the rest of this portion of the fic would focus on Damian earning more respect for her (and learning to call her Cass - not Cain).

[sadhoglet]

Haven't made a big journal post in awhile!!

So that girl at work I had a crush on and who was flirting with me:

Her bf broke up with her, then they got back together the next day after talking a bunch. Apparently he had a "mental breakdown" and was worried about "getting too attached", according to her. Which is like....ugh why are men so emotionally stunted jesus lol

And she's PREGNANT with his baby now omg. She's decided she's keeping it, and he's said he wants to be there for her, but she's told me their relationship is pretty bad and she feels really neglected and her emotional needs are constantly ignored. Like today at work she started crying and I felt really bad for her.

We've hung out outside of work like two times, mostly just her driving around aimlessly as we talk. And it's been okay and it's nice getting to know her just as a friend. I asked her about the flirting and she said she wasn't really, she just likes it when im flustered and knows it's easy to do that to me and I'm like...???????? Like, some of the shit has been pretty dang intense, like the whole ice cube down my back thing. And she said if she didn't have her bf she might be into me and I'm just like. Uh

Also!! About a week ago I started to realize that like....95% of every conversation we have is about her, and her stuff, and I'm rarely asked any questions or even just basic stuff like "how are you doing", and I started to feel super uncomfortable with it. Then, a few days later I was feeling shitty about that one ex who suddenly ghosted me, so I messaged this girl and asked her if it was cool to talk about it. She said yes, so I told her about the situation, and then....she left me on fucking read and never replied. And when I asked her if she saw my messages the next day at work she said "yeah" and that was it, she never said anything else about it like ????????? Hi I just poured my feelings out to you about someone who broke my heart, after weeks of telling me about your shit, and youre acting like you don't care??

AND THEN. she said "I like being your friend and hanging out, but you can be really clingy". Which hurt. A lot. So I've been trying to avoid her and just not care as much or go out of my way to be nice anymore.

AND. One day at work, my shift was ending and she was still on for awhile longer, and I was like "I'll see you later", and she was like "good, you better get out of here". And I thought it was just her being snarky and teasing like she does sometimes, but the next day, one of my other coworkers was like "hey, I hope you don't let what (her name) says get you. How she talked to you yesterday was really not okay." And another coworker who was there agreed that it sounded actually hostile and mean and I'm just....confused about this whole thing, but wow it sounds like a shit ton of red flags lol

So yeah, my crush is still there but it's like....dying a fast death lmao what a fucking mess

Also everyone on the Discord server I'm on agrees that this shit is a bullet dodged

[milfgritty]

nowhere i’d rather be | n. patrick

❀ ⇢ requested: yes | no ❀ ⇢ word count: 1.4k ❀ ⇢ a/n: this one goes out to patty’s goal that should’ve been if it wasn’t for those meddling refs. lmao, but really though this was such a pain to write so i’m sorry in advance if it’s shit

can you a Nolan Patrick one about how you guys are going to an event and are all dressed up fancy and Nolan insists on driving and you get lost in the middle of no where and he feels guilty about it and on the way home he stops and slow dances with you in a parking lot to make up for it?? lol sorry for being so specific

⇢ posted: 02.12.19 . | . masterlist

“Nolan, come on,” you called, “We’ve gotta go.”

“I’m coming, don’t worry,” he replied, appearing behind you adjusting his tie that you had done for him earlier. You really needed to teach him how to tie one, you thought absently as you looked around trying to figure out if you had everything.

Coming to a stop in front of you, Nolan spread his arms wide, “How do I look?” Pausing, you took the chance to drink him in.

He looked… good.

Really good.

You had finally convinced him to get his hair trimmed a few days ago and made sure he thoroughly washed it earlier, leaving it fluffy and soft. What stubble he had left was gone, shaved while he was getting ready. Your eyes roamed over his suit-clad figure, the dark gray material that was tailored just right nearly making your breath catch in your throat.

“Great,” you breathed out before swallowing and repeating yourself with more strength, “You look great.”

A smirk found its way to his lips as he walked closer to your body and grabbed onto your hips to pull you closer to him.

“Oh, I look great?” He teasingly hummed, voice deep. He brought his head down to brush his lips against yours lightly, eliciting a soft sigh from you before you pulled away. “Shut up,” you rolled your eyes good-naturedly.

He chuckled under his breath, pulling you back to him and giving you a real kiss. “You look pretty great yourself, you know,” he told you, not moving back and his words coming out muffled in return.

Eyes glancing down at yourself, a grin pulled at your lips, “I’d hope so, you saw how long I spent getting ready.”

Nodding in agreement with a low laugh, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before moving away. “You got everything?” He asked, grabbing his phone and wallet from the table and slipping them into his pockets.

Confirming with a nod, you picked up the keys and dangled them in the air. Nolan rolled his eyes at your cheeky grin, plucking the keys from your fingers.

“Let’s get going, then.”

Thanking your decision to not wear a full length dress, you followed behind him with a reminder to lock the door after you. The walk down to the car was quick, the only conversation being Nolan insisting that he drive—something you easily agreed to.

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” You asked a few minutes later when you saw that he didn’t have a GPS. “I’ve been there before, babe,” was his confident response, glancing over at you with a reassuring smile, “I know how to get there.”

Sighing under your breath, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and slunk down into your seat. Fiddling with the music was your way of occupying yourself and so you deemed yourself the DJ of the car. Mind off the situation at hand, it wasn’t until you heard Nolan uttering low curses awhile later that let yourself become slightly annoyed at your stubborn boyfriend.

It was abundantly clear that he did not, in fact, know the way there, proven by the two of you now being lost in what appeared to the literal middle of nowhere.

Letting your head drop back against the headrest, you chose to stay quiet and let him deal with it and instead stare out the window. Stretches of land passed by outside, dotted with houses every so often. Vaguely registering Nolan’s huffs of irritated breaths, your eyes peeked over at him.

His hair that had previously been tucked neatly behind his ears was now messy, signs of him having run his hand through it visible. Rosy red spots were painted across his cheeks, bringing a tiny smile to your lips.

Seeing how stressed he had become, you let go of your annoyance and grabbed his hand from where it had been making its way back through his hair. Head tilting towards you, he furrowed his features confused as you brought his knuckles to your lips and brushed a soft kiss to them.

“It’s fine if we’re a little late, Nol,” you mumbled, hoping to ease the tension from him.

The attempt worked in part, his shoulders drooping down as he sighed. He tugged your hand over to him and repeated your actions, giving you a small grateful smile. Silence settled over the now calmer vehicle, Nolan managing to figure out how to get there all the while keeping a grip on your hand in his.

Expecting the chirping and teasing from the rest of the team, you weren’t disappointed when you finally arrived. The bolder ones of the bunch made subtle comments about what they thought were the actual reasons behind your tardiness, only for both you and Nolan to respond with scathing remarks that held little heat and in turn caused laughter from those present.

The two of you showing up late had left you with less time to mingle and enjoy the event, giving you little choice but to quickly brush away the lingering disappointment. One thing, in particular, you were saddened about not being able to participate more in was the dancing. Having always found joy in having an excuse to force Nolan—someone who avoided dancing at all costs unless drunk—onto the dance floor, it was a small regret not being able to this time around.

Overall though, you had fun, as you often did when the entire team was gathered.

Exchanging goodbyes with everyone took longer than it should’ve, but soon enough you were making your way back to the car to head home with Nolan.

It was with great relief that you were able to pull off your heels and relax into the seat. Pulling out your phone to give yourself something to occupy your time with, you exchanged tired smiles with Nolan as he started the car and began the drive home.

Quickly becoming distracted, you paid little to no mind to where he was going.

Which is why you became very confused when you felt him pull the car to a stop, the confusion worsening when you glanced up and saw that you were in a parking lot.

“Nolan, babe,” you started, eyes lingering on the stores that appeared abandoned, “Are you planning on murdering me?”

A choked laugh escaped your boyfriend, turning your head to watch him shake his head with a fond grin. He remained silent, however, instead changing the song playing to a slower one and turning up the volume before opening his door.

Bending down to stare at you, he motioned with his head, “You coming or what?”

“I still don’t know what’s happening,” you laughed airily, baffled and having to raise your voice when he made his way around the car to open your door for you.

Shifting you around and pulling out your shoes that were laying across the car floor, he began putting them back on your feet. “Even though you were trying to hide it,” he started, gazing up at you with a soft look in his eyes, “I know you were disappointed about not getting to dance with each other.”

You were unable to do anything but stare at him as he worked, too shocked to even form a word. It wasn’t until he finished and pulled you to your feet while continuing to talk that your trance was broken.

“And since it was my fault we were late, I figured I should make it up to you,” he shrugged, a hint of embarrassment making its way onto his face.

“But you hate dancing,” you found yourself saying, voice weak. Another laugh left him as he began pulling you to a spot in front of the car, far enough that you wouldn’t be blinded by the headlights. And since the only light that you had was from the headlights and the moon shining down on you, it was apparent that you needed them on.

“Yea, but I love you even more.”

Breath catching at the sweet sentiment, you let him pull you close to him. It took less than a few seconds for you to wrap your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair as the two of you swayed together.

“I love you so much, Nolan James Patrick,” you whispered, overwhelmed with emotion, not having to speak louder with the only sounds being the soft music and quiet rumbles of car engines in the distance.

Meeting him halfway as he leaned down to kiss you gently, you knew without a doubt there was no place you’d rather be than in his arms.

[elonlovesyou]

this is a part 2 to: https://elonlovesyou.tumblr.com/post/181954949507/imagine-youre-an-intern-at-tesla-motors-youre

note: this was rushed near the end, so it's kind of rough lmao i swear i can write better than this

warnings: cursing, violence (?), you hit your head a lot lmao

Your head ached as you slowly opened your eyes to a daunting darkness. You could barely remember what had happened a few hours earlier, but the parts you did remember were enough to leave you wishing you were home, in bed, and safe from whatever was going on here.

As you braced your hands and pushed yourself up off of the cold, concrete floor, you began regaining even more memory of the activities that had taken place before you went unconscious. The drinks, Elon and C pushing you down the stairs, your sudden lack of awareness, nothing seemed to make sense.

Why would Elon want to lock you down here? Was he going to kill you? After all, it's not like you were some hot-shot executive in the industry or anything; you were an intern. You didn't know any big secrets about his companies, and if he wanted you gone so badly he could have fired you and nobody would bat an eye. So why all of this? You just didn't understand.

After standing in the dark for a few moments, you decided to move around, taking a few steps forward and feeling the cold solid floor beneath your feet, you noted you were also barefoot, which alarmed you. As you took a few more steps, your feet pattering against the concrete, you felt something light graze against your forehead. Reaching up, you found it was attached to the ceiling. "A chain?", you thought. You decided to yank it and, suddenly, light grazed every corner of the room. You spun around, observing the medium sized concrete basement. There was a small bed with yellow sheets in one corner, and a tiny wood chair next to it. The large staircase sat across the room in front of you, and at the top of the stairs, the door in which you were pushed down here. You couldn't comprehend anything. Were they gonna keep you captive down here? If it was a murder plot, then why a bed? Why not just kill you while you were unconscious? Nothing made sense. You were so tired and confused, and if you lacked a good sense of judgement you would curl up in that bed and fall back asleep, maybe dreaming yourself unto a place where you weren't locked captive by a billionaire. But, sadly, you have at least a couple brain cells left and decided that was a bad idea.

You scanned the room, walking closely to the walls, and hoping maybe there was a way out of this hellhole. After pacing for a few moments, you decided to walk up the stairs. As you slowly crept up the wooden steps, you reached the door. A part of you knew it wasn't unlocked, and you may be stupid for trying, but you'd try anything at this point. You grasped the door knob and twisted it.

It creaked and clicked, and the door slowly drifted open.

You stood there, shocked. Why would the door be unlocked? You were unsure whether this was a trap, or if maybe they had just forgotten to lock it. You took in the different surroundings once again, stepping out of the basement and into the large, porcelain hallway. You didn't know what part of the house you were in, I mean, this place was huge. Not another door in sight, you began walking down the long corridor. It was dimly lit by frilled, tasteful chandeliers. The walls had many abstract art pieces hung strategically. You quickened your pace, as did your heart. At the end of the hallway was a winding staircase that led upwards. So, were you on the first floor? maybe the basement was the entire corridor? Once again, you were baffled. Jogging up the steps, you braced yourself for what was at the top. Once you reached the end, you found another corridor the same porcelain, decor, and chandeliers. Only, this one had 6 doors, 3 on the left and 3 on the right. From what you could see, another staircase lay at the end of corridor. You swallowed hard and walked forward, unsure of what to do.

In the midst of your pondering, one of the doors swung open, revealing a clean-shaven, seemingly calm Elon. You gasped as he spotted you quickly. Your heart began to beat faster than ever, feeling as if it might burst. You stood frozen, unsure of what to do. His eyebrows raised as he spotted the shocked look upon your face. "Are you one of Cs' friends?" He asked. You couldn't answer, as a plethora of thoughts ran through your brain. Should you run? Scream? Punch him in the nuts? I mean, he WAS still your boss, right?...No! That asshole locked you in a goddamn basement! Your thoughts were interrupted as Elon whistled, waving a hand in front of your face. "You okay?" He questioned, a concerned look on his face. He didn't seem like normal Elon.

Normal Elon would have walked away by now, too busy to inquire with someone who wouldn't even reply to him. This Elon seemed unnervingly calm and unbothered. He was also wearing a thick cashmere sweater. And why didn't he know you? He kidnapped you for fucks sake! "C is on the fourth floor, if you're looking for her," He inquired. "Nice meeting you, I guess" He chuckled, turning away and walking towards the end of the corridor and up the stairs. You had no idea what the fuck just happened. Why was Elon so calm? Why didn't he question how you had escaped? Why didn't he kill you? Nothing made sense, which clearly has been a trend for the past 24 hours.

After Elon disappeared you quickly made your way up to the staircase at the end of the hallway, walking up the winding stairs once again. They led to a sprawling living room, completed with a marble fireplace and a 110 inch flatscreen TV. It was a gorgeous room, and you wish you weren't being held captive cause' then maybe you could enjoy it. But for now, your attention was set on the frazzled Elon talking on the phone with his back to you, in front of the fireplace. You were quite taken aback, how did he get here so fast? And why was he wearing different clothes? You watched as he seemed to be arguing with someone, his voice loud and jagged. Elons' demeanor changed dramatically from the one you had faced just minutes ago He turned around, facing, but clearly not noticing, you. His gaze remained on the floor, concentrated on what the person on the other line was saying. Elons' face was unshaven and seemed tired. His tie was resting loosely on his neck and his dress shirt was unbuttoned. You decided not to waste anymore time and snuck to a corridor that was to the left of you, and out of Elons' view.

You raced through the extravagant, porcelain halls of the large mansion, desperately looking for any escape. Each corridor contained a couple doors, decor, and another hallway or staircase at the end. You were starting to believe this house was nothing but some psychological maze. The anxiety set in and your pace began to quicken, before you knew it you were running. Your feet slammed against the white marble floors with every stride, echoing off the pale walls. Your heart pounded against your ribcage with force everytime you climbed another damn winding staircase. As your legs carried you faster through a particularly bright corridor, you barely saw the door opening ahead of your speeding body, and you were out like a light.

You wondered how many times this would happen. How many times could a person become unconscious and wake without knowing where they hell they were, in a 24 hour period? That was some kind of accomplishment, right?

You attempted to open your eyes only to realize they were blindfolded. You also noted that you were also sitting in a chair, restrained.

Great.

You decided to, again, recall the events that led you here. Basement, door, hallway, Elon, Elon again, running, then, bam, unconscious.

What was up with Elon anyway? How in the hell did he move to the living room, change clothes and apparently exhaust himself in a matter of minutes? He also didn't seem to remember you at all. It was strange.

You pondered this for awhile before the sound of a chair shifting interrupted your thoughts.

"Oh, you're awake," A small female voice said. C?

You felt hands tugging your blindfold down. Your eyes adjusted to the light as you made out who was standing in front of you. Elons' girlfriend, C.

"Thought you were gone for good this time," C remarked.

"What's going on?" is all you could manage to horsley say.

"Well, you were running and I guess you ran into a door as Elon6 was exiting," C explained. "But, no worries, it's just in time for dinner!" C excitedly said. Before you could question anything, she bounced to the other room, leaving you confused, anxious, and angry.

You had a chance to observe your surroundings and realized you were in the dining room. The dining room where you had dinner with Elon and C. You were so unsuspecting. You wished you could go back in time and just leave before even entering the house.

You craned your head to the side as you heard someone entering the dining room. It was Elon. A much, much different Elon.

He was donning a Rich and Morty novelty T-shirt and Evangelion novelty sweatpants, and his hair seemed unkempt and greasy. He appeared a tad "heavier" His face was unshaven and determinedly focused on his Nintendo Switch©. He obliviously strode into the dining room and sat down at the head of the table, unaware of your presence. C came in with a tray of Doritos and a Mountain Dew+G Fuel cocktail. She set it in front of Elon and he placed his Nintendo Switch© on the table, smiling at her. "Your favorite, Elon3!" She laughed. Elon had an excited look on his face and began sipping his cocktail. "This is totally poggers, babe! I love a home cooked meal. A meal fit for Tyler1 himself!" Elon said, excitedly. He dug into his meal and C took a seat at the table.

"Okay," You spoke, annoyed,"I don't mean to interrupt, but what the fuck is going on?"

C and Elon looked at you.

"I mean, first you drug and hold me hostage, I run all around this fucking house only to be knocked unconscious AGAIN, now this weird shit" You yelled, frustrated. "Could someone please tell me what's going on?!"

"Totally not poggers" Elon whispered under his breath. "C, Maybe we should take our guest to 1"

C nodded, removing herself from her chair and taking long strides towards you. She worked the ropes on your hands, you were free from the chair, but your hands were still clasped behind your back.

C pushed you towards the hallway where Elon came in. You walked down a couple hallways and staircases, Cs' hands firmly grasped onto yours, then standing before an elevator. You two walked inside the elevator once it had opened and C stepped aside to press the floor button. Your eyes landed on all the buttons that were on the wall,and you swore there were at least 60. The last three were all in a glossy red and titled, "1"

As you stepped out of the elevator, your surroundings were very different.

The elevator led out into a large circular room with two halls on either side, and a giant corridor straight ahead. The roof was a large dome made of glass, as were the walls, showcasing the night sky and all of it's beautiful components. C led you down the corridor, her shoes clicking on the polished black marble floors. You walked for a little while, but after a couple minutes, you found yourself standing before two large steel doors. Your heart beat faster, you didn't even know what lay beyond them but, judging from the sheer extravagance of the entire floor, you were sure it was something, or someone, important. The doors slowly opened, revealing an expansive room. Well, it was more like a warehouse than a room. The walls spanned at least 400 feet upwards, and the entire interior seemed to be made of metal. Your eyes instantly caught the most prominent feature in the warehouse, the rocket. You'd seen your fair share of rockets, but never one quite like this. It was made of a glistening steel, and stood so tall it nearly hit the roof (Which was, however, quite tall too). Stairs extended down from the capsule that sat atop the rocket. Your awe was disrupted by Elon (You swore he'd been sitting downstairs in the dining room) striding up to you and C. This time, he wore a white lab coat, with black jeans and a black shirt underneath it.

"Ah, just in time" he said, clasping his hands together. His eyes glazed over you before he stopped in front of C and kissed her cheek.

"Now, let's get to it, shall we?" Elon turned around and began walking towards the small work station near the rocket. C shoved you along to follow him, but you planted your feet, resisting her force.

"Will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?!" You screamed.

Elon stopped in his tracks, turning to face you, "We don't usually have this much trouble with guests," He said, before making large strides your way and grabbing your bound hands, in place of Cs'. Elon resumed his path, pushing you along. When you reached the small workstation, which was covered with various blueprints and other things of that sort, Elon pushed you down into one of the foldable chairs sitting next to the small table.

"Your briefing shall now commence". He said. Elon stood in front of you, while C stood behind him. He reached into the pocket of his lab coat to receive a small crumpled piece of paper, he began reading off of it,

"Spacex is so thankful to have such wonderful volunteers, those of whom are giving their lives to the cause of humanity becoming an interstellar species. I am s-"

"What?" you interrupted.

Elon sighed, starting again, "Spacex is so thankf-"

"What do you mean "giving their lives"? and what do you mean "volunteers"? I never volunteered to be here! You kidnapped me!" You yelled. Elon crumpled the piece of paper into a ball and threw it on the floor, annoyed.

"We prefer the term borrowed" Elon calmly spoke. "Besides, if the mission is a success, you'll be the first human to ever reach orbit in a Spacex capsule! Isn't that awesome?"

"What? what mission?" You said, very confused.

"Mission test #419" Elon said. Your face contorted into one of confusion, Elon continued, "You see, you're here to test our new rocket.."

Elon began explaining the reason you were here, apparently Spacex had engineered a new rocket, one that could be navigated and steered through human interference on board and also on earth. He explained that you wouldn't have to do anything but sit in the cockpit, they didn't need a captain, but they did need human interference on board in case anything went wrong. He explained that over 400+ tests had gone wrong in the last 8 months.

But, on the bright side, he was very sure they had worked out all the kinks and this test would be a success.

"Well, you leave in T-minus 5 minutes, let's get you situated in the capsule, shall we?"

Before he could say anything else you sprinted back towards the doors as fast as you could, you grabbed yanked them open only to see about 50 others Elons standing in front of you. "Hi, I'm Elon," they all said in unison. You froze in shock, not sure how to escape the situation. Two of the Elons took your arms and began dragging you towards the rocket. You began screaming for anyone and struggling to escape their grasp. They stopped in front of the lab coat Elon "I'll take it from here", he said, clasping his hands around your arms and leading you up the stairs, towards the capsule. You weren't one to beg for mercy, in fact, you always said if you were ever in a kidnapping situation, you'd die with at least a smidge of dignity left in you.

The capsules door was open and Elon not-so-gently shoved you in, tightening every belt and safety clip. He explained what you needed to do (which was sort of nothing) and that the capsule would provide you oxygen. Before he exited, you grabbed his wrist,

"Is there any chance I survive?"

Elon smiled, "There's a 27% probability you may live. The last 419 burned up in the atmosphere, let's hope you die on impact"

He exited and latched the capsule door, leaving you alone and panicked.

The last thing you remember is the force, like someone had sunk 5 sandbags onto your chest and the roar of the rockets engines coming to life. Then, an explosion.

note: i told y'all it was rough lol but anyway I've received a few requests so I'll be getting to those next! love y'all! <3

[oooortcloud]

hiiii sorry for the really late reply!! been going out and socialising a lot so was very emotional drained by the night. i hope youre doing okay !

thank u for the encouraging beams <33 i’ve been writing others stuff and i think its alot of practise and editing that helps :) it takes time… well well well what have u written? drabbles?

i used to play lots of badminton in school but after awhile i just cant- im not a sporty person HAHAH

do i have a life?? short answer: no. long answer… i guess i do with the way i spent doing hobbies like writing, reading and crafts, but its all alone and I’m quite lonely </3 sad face

lost in space is such a ??? kind of show. but i guess it works out at the end. love the spaceship HAHAH

no because its literally the 21st already like wtf happened?? its christmas in 3 days. 3. days. i hate time

p.s. i love disney movies, anything with songs really!! like ive been dying to watch sound of music again ahh. wbu? fav movies? -🎅

hiii ah ive missed you i hope you're doing well!! i totally understand that. im doing okay!

im glad!! awh no i haven't written all that much, i wrote something like a month ago but it didn't turn out how i wanted it to, and now i avoid that doc with all i have. neither do i have time (i feel like i say that way too much lmao but it s true unfortunately:() how long is your fic going to be?

amazing that we both did badminton lmao!! badminton is funnn, i actually met some of my country's players where i was going for classes when i was younger. NOW though, i cant bring myself to do any exercise rip. omg i get that, i was feeling really alone yesterday which is weird bc i have ppl around me but none of them really know me and it's really isolating, yeah.

i thought you meant the lost in space spaceship and i was like YEAH, then i realised you probably meant the emoji one so YEAH again. they're both so awesome

sound of music is so good!! we did a skit based on that once. one of my favs is big hero 6 i want to watch it again, apparently there's a sequel coming next year. oh btw are you going to watch the new spiderman movie

sending love byee!!

[kyandice]

13,14,15/07/2017

13th

So today is like a Thursday and I only have CEP tutorial for one hour and I’m done for the day. So like I could just go home but Bryan still had classes until like 4 or 5 pm??? 

But anyways, we ate lunch at foodgle and foodgle and I ate the Ayam penyet idk is this how u spell it??? But wtf the teh o ice was fking expensive it’s like $1.40?????? but its only like $0.90 at koufu????

And yeahhhh, Bryan got default golddddddd. anyways, I pretty scared for PA I really want to get gold, if I don’t get gold now, I don’t think I can get gold in the future when I’m fighting under black belt.

During the exam period, he was tired and like sleepy so he wanted to go home. But like I told him I have to study in school or I won’t study at home, and I asked him to make a move home first. but he refused he says he can’t just leave me alone like that in school. I told him it was alright. but he still refused to go home.he explained: if the tables turned and if he wants to study, I wouldn’t leave him too.

 But the weird thing is, now, he wants me to go back home immediately if I’m going to wait for more than an hour for him to finish the class, and he must also do the same. But I lied that I still have cpes practical so I could go home with him. In the end I told him I don’t have cpes prac 30min before his class ended, so I’ll know that  Bryan will be like: might as well wait for me and we go home tgt.

So when we got home tgt, everything was great I guess, except that I was sick and I didn't quite hear what Bryan was saying so I kept saying huh and he kinda got pissed and thought I wasn't listening to him. But okay we hugged in the end, kissed too so it was great. 

So when I went back home, Bryan already probably was sleeping yeap. And then I saw Yi Le tweet, she shared about this secure in love website thing where we do this quiz for us and our partner and find out more about our love styles.

Anyways, I’m putting the links and results here for future reference, in case, idk, people change so we can do this still, in the future.( http://secureinlove.com )

Mine, What I feel is me:

 (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/05_LoveStyle_LoyalSupporter.pdf) (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/05_PartnerLoveStyle_LoyalSupporter.pdf)

I don’t know what he feels is me cuz, he is lazy and he refused to do any more quizzes.

Bryan’s, What he feels is him:

 (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/02_LoveStyle_ConfidentHero.pdf) (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/02_PartnerLoveStyle_ConfidentHero.pdf)

                       What I feel is him:

(http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/03_LoveStyle_HesitantRomantic.pdf) (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/03_PartnerLoveStyle_HesitantRomantic.pdf)

But yeah, so since he thinks that he’s a Confident Hero, this is what I shouldn’t do to him:

DON’T:

 • Assume everything is easy for them 

• Take them for granted or take advantage of their flexibility or generosity

• Forget all the hard work your partner puts in to make things look easy 

• Expect your partner to set firm limits, they often over commit and overdo

• Forget that they need help with balance particularly when they are stressed

• Expect them to understand your drama or your need for space

• Forget that they like to work hard and play hard

• Forget to listen to them, while they are easy going they get frustrated also 

And since I think that he’s a Heistant Romantic, this is what I shouldn’t do to him:

DON’T: 

• Lose sight that your partner is well intended and does not want to hurt you if they are being critical it is out of wanting to be accurate not that they are uncaring or unfeeling

• Crowd them or interrupt them and expect them to be present

• Be insincere in your praise

• Play games by threatening to leave them in an attempt to get them to chase you

• Overwhelm them with multiple complaints or grievances

• Assume they don’t love you because they show interest in other people or activities

• Use generalized language such as “you always” or “you never”

• Expect them to understand your differences, tell them what you want and need

Everyone should try to avoid doing this to their partner, but I asked Bryam, which one he wanted me to avoid doing the most, and it turns out that it’s the hesitant romantic. and hey, Guess maybe I know Bryan more than he knows himself after all.  

So apparently, 

YOUR LOVE STYLE is made up of two categories, your attachment style and your expressiveness level.

None of the seven love styles is better than the other, however, each of the love styles has unique traits, strengths, needs/wants and blind spots.

SECURE

Confident Hero = High Expressive (Maybe Bteh)

Reserved Playmate = Low Expressive

ISOLATED

Renaissance Lover = High Expressive

Hesitant Romantic = Low Expressive (Maybe Bteh)

NERVOUS

Expressive Giver = High Expressive

Loyal Supporter = Low Expressive (Me)

CONFUSED

Wounded Warrior

But from what I know, both me and Bryan are like pretty low expressive so I’m pretty sure that Bryan is a hesitant lover. The fact that he got confident Hero from the survey and don’t feel or relate as much as hesitant lover shows that maybe he lied like not really lie but like yeah like clicked the answers not consciously ok idk how to say but I think everyone gets it. 

Then after this whole secure in love thing, i decided to just ask him some questions I saw asked on The Lie Detective. Anyways, Lie Detective is like great I get to see the scums of earth and the loveliest human being ever. But idk a lot of westerners cheat?????? like why bruh. So anyways, a few questions from the lie detective were like, what is normally the cause of what makes you hard the fastest. Is it like real life sex, or porn, or just dirty thoughts. A lot of people truthfully said that it’s the dirty thoughts that gets them the hardest fastest and B said the same do he is prolly telling the truth. and tbh, dirty thoughts prolly get me turn on the fastest too idk lmao. 

14th

Today is a Friday, there’s training and it’s gonna be a tiring day. Nothing much happened today. Except that Bryan didn’t want to go for training but I still had to go becuz I had to kinda train up for PA. So after class, I just walked with Bryan to yck mrt and yayyyyy. I don’t spend as much time with him as much as a few months ago so I gotta treasure every sec with him, but lmao if I’m like alr sad now then army how. ok but, by the time he has army ill get used to it slowly. But yeah, after training I was tired. I showered, blew dry my hair and like went on the internet for awhile and I decided to sleep.

15th

So I woke up a t 1030 as usual and like ate breakfast/lunch and when i came back home it was 1230 and he replied he ate lunch/breakfast too and so like Bryan is asleep now.

Anyways, he sent me “dont doubt me” after seeing my tweet,  I cried, and I was like just really touched, cuz with that small phrase he said it makes me have so much faith and trust in him immediately. yes, this is exactly what I want. you telling me things, give me validation, every single time. I’m so sorry you have to date such a difficult girl.

Anyways, there was an update, but nothing much happened, so I’m pretty pleased and happy. I’m starting to get impatient cuz I really want something to happen, but if it does, that means it’s bad news and I don’t want that. so I should be glad :)))

CPES test next Tuesday I should get on with studying soon. I’m craving chocolates and its been really long since I ate chocs and I hope I can eat one bar soon :’)

ANYWAYS THIS IS IMPORTANT.

OH YA AND I WANT TO GO WILD WILD WET WITH BRYAN BY AUGUST 31ST. TIME TO SAVE MONEY CANDICE. AND YES CANDICE, ITS TIME TO BUY CONTACTS. YOUR CONTACTS RUNNING OUT OF TIME.

-SAVE $13 FOR WILD WILD WET (ITS $26 BUT I GOT 1 FOR 1 VOUCHER)

-SAVE $12 FRO 2 PAIR OR LUXURY BABE LENS.

- SAVE $40 TO PAY BRIAN SIR FOR PA

- SAVE $10 TO RETURN TO BRYAN BBY