#I woke up at 5am and answered this lol

[xdaddysprincessxx]

Hello fellow bisexual 🫡🫡

I am on a rampage terrorizing my fellow writers 

Which p boys do you think HABE either bisexual energy or bi wife energy 🤪🤪

😍😍 I love this question!!!!

Bi energy:

Oberyn (duh), Frankie, Javi G, Din, Lucian, Silva, the thief, Pero, Dieter, Ezra, Max Lord, Marcus Pike, Dio, Max Phillips

Bi Wife Energy:

Dave, Joel, Pero, Dieter, Whiskey, the corona ad guy, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Frankie, ngl pretty much all of the bi energy guys also have bi wife energy I don’t make the rules.

I can’t get a read on Javi P. Like I can’t see him fitting either tbh. Love him but idk.

[mirensiart]

I went to a bachelorette party last night and went to bed at like 5am lmao I woke up pretty early today cause today is elections day here in my country and like I wanted to get that out of the way immediately

So if today I'm slower than usual is cause I'm sleep deprived lol BUT i will answer everyone's asks eventually

[ongreenergrasses]

If you could go back in time and do one fic differently, which would it be and how would you change it?

wrote a whole answer to this and then my phone refused to post it smh BUT! thank you you guys have such good questions 💜

it’d be hallowed ground. i wouldn’t change a lot of the meat of the story, it’d stay pretty similar. i’d make Annie try and kill Seana before they went to the Capitol, i’ve gone back and forth on that a lot and i think I would’ve preferred the (admittedly heavy handed) foreshadowing there. i also would’ve changed the ending, having Andres just disappear isn’t as dark as i wanted it to go. but i mostly would change how i wrote it because writing that fic Fucked Me Up so bad lol

so the lore there is it came to me in a dream, right. like woke up out of a dead sleep at 5am where I’d dreamed about revising the fic, and the idea was so compelling to me that i sat down, wrote it, and posted in under 24 hours, but the problem is that fic is way too dark to have written that fast. i went into a hyperfixated frenzy to write, was under for six hours, and came out completely dazed and a little disoriented. i was constantly dreaming about it, and i still sometimes do to this day. it kept popping up and distracting me even after it was posted and the only way I got it to stop was by refocusing on the behemoth. it was just too disturbing of a topic to have pushed through that quickly, it was living in my head and it’s why i’m so careful now about pacing myself when i write things that are that dark.

AMA

[froggybea-2]

TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT JUNO (please)

Aaa Tysm for taking interest!

Juno (they/them)

I named them after Elliot Pages character from the Movie Juno because I wanted them to have similar outfit and personality vibes. I loosely based their outfit on grunge photos I found online.

Build a Bear also released a mini version of the blue and purple tie dye frog which I also have. His name is Pip and he’s Juno’s son (pictured below!) Juno is such a wonderful and proud parent. Pip loves fairies and his outfit is pink argyle with fairy wings attached. Pip doesn’t go anywhere without his little fairy wing backpack. I intentionally wanted Juno and Pip to be somewhat opposites. This is for two reasons. One, it’s simply fun to make and experiment making clothes in different styles. Two, I wanted it to really show that Juno is the type of parent that doesn’t impose their preferences onto their son. If Pip is safe and happy they couldn’t be more thrilled

Little details on the actual plush I have yet to add is embroidery. I want to add top surgery scars on their chest. I also want to embroider a little frog with fairy wings tattoo that says Pip under it because their son is so important to them and I thought their design didn’t reflect that enough.

It’s literally 5am and I woke up in a stupor to write this lol, lmk if you have any questions or want to know anything specific! I’m more than happy to answer any questions about my stuffies! I will be posting the rest of them soon enough!

[blushstarot]

hi, i saw your post on diety! if you want a more concrete yes/no answer, it might help to ask is the hesitancy coming from you or the deities?

i'll admit that i've never really initiated reaching out to gods bc of social anxiety and fear lol, but i sometimes sense deity energies around me without knowing anything at first.

for example, just yesterday i woke up at 5am out of the blue, and soon heard the first round of ceremony/celebration music coming from nearby temples. took a morning shower and went to the bookstore, kept picking up and putting down all sorts of different Taiwanese deity books (not the type of books i usually go for), but ultimately didn't read them. came home to a pilgrimage parade near the place i lived, got curious? and stopped to watch until it passed. did some bedtime instagram scrolling, saw a friend's story about the pilgrimage near her home. turned out it was 城隍爺's (the City God, a god that protects amd watches over people, especially those living in a village/cities, and also manages affairs of guiding the newly dead to afterlife) birthday and all my out of character decisions suddenly made sense.

i didn't even realize this until now, but he probably wanted to guide me on how to properly, politely, and safely contact the newly dead temporarily residing in his underworld, bc I uh, got mischievous some time ago and recklessly "descended into the underworld" to chat with someone's deceased dog 🤪 it's probably like illegally boarding a plane and entering places without visa, i did pay the fines in a low grade fever lol.

sorry for the tangent. the point is, i would've learned the knowledge the City God wishes to pass down to me had i let down my guard, overcame my socially awkward self, and just READ THAT BOOK. the avoidance and wariness yesterday was 100% mine, also some subconscious guilt i guess, because i did behave like a delinquent and trespassed 🤣🙈

it's alright tho! the City God isn't mad at me, and he's still trying to reach out to me by guiding me to this post. i'll def go read that book some other day when i feel called to.

i feel like it's very human to assume that deities or ancestors or spiritual beings are perpetually mad/frustrated with us for our eff ups, and then get wary around gods based on these assumptions, but these are usually just the ramblings of a harsh inner critic. the only reason that i can think of, if some deity is hypothetically hesitant about working with you, is that they sense an on duty! inner critic, so it's just not the right time and state to start doing diety work.

good luck on working with gods, it might not be easy peasy, 50% of the energy might be spent on clarifications, but deity work and fun are not mutually exclusive. it will always brings a real sense of fulfillment in the end 🍀

No but you are actually right. The second maybe was definitely more no leaning, which in hindsight it could be because there was definitely some hesitation from me about working with deities bc I don't consider myself good enough at readings to communicate with a literal god. But still there could be more to it, so I'll be sure to ask more about in my next reading. Also your story is wild, I really hope you are doing better after that fever lol.

I'm really glad that we ended up helping each other! 💕

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Sunday November 12th

5am cats woke me up. Random thoughts. I think one reason for when I think about "my" future and constantly think about him not being in it, was truly because he has been a constant in my life for so long. I don't think it's actually because I'm obsessed with him, that just doesn't add up. Think about it. I know that I'm going to school next semester, but I don't know what classes or what schedule or literally anytime about it. So when I try to imagine my own future it is EXTREMELY vague. My anxiety does NOT like vague so it just starts churning out these anxious thoughts. Whenever I think about my future I always think of him. After so long there's really nothing wrong or bad about that, it's just something I need to work on changing.

I'm really glad I was able to analyze and articulate this feeling to myself, instead of just feeling that anxiousness and texting him, which would not help me or solve anything and then this feeling would just keep reappearing with no solution. Thanks CBT! ❤️

On a similar note, remember every time when you would ask him how he thought about the future and he couldn't articulate a single thought about his future? You used to think that was cute and whimsical, but after never having a single thought for 9 years, ok well now it's like, is that part of your brain missing or something? No ability to plan things or even pretend to talk about aspirations or like what's happening beyond the next 12 hrs. Kind of like a goldfish. I know he's not stupid, so I have never understood why he is like this. We can't have a conversation about the future unless it's me doing 99% of the talking and then it's weird never getting his input ever because he refused to give me his input, for what reason I still don't know why. He was afraid to disagree with me or something? I'm not some weird stickler, and I'm ok with compromise except he never offered his pov um until things were literally already set in motion. I think the idea that you or I can't just jump ship constantly (or just my unwillingness to keep changing my trajectory) for reasons that don't make sense to me (bc he won't explain his reasoning ever) is not clear to him. Sometimes, I can't just stop what I'm doing, like quit school or just not pay a bill. I COULD but the negative consequences typically outweigh whatever I would gain from doing those things. So long story short, I'm not sure this is something he can even change because he's always actually been like this, I just no longer want to be in a relationship with someone who can't even tell me what they're doing today (to make casual conversation hello??) to more serious things like hey where do want to move to? What type of fun trips would you like to plan? What type of plans/ things do you want to do for Christmas? I would ask and I would never get any type of answer, he would just avoid the questions and change the subject or just ignore me 😐🫠

Longer story short, this inability to talk about the future, clearly means you don't have a future with me, because I can't stand it 😂 talk about your future with me or get out of it! Also, actions >> words but we all know that already.

9am ok woke up fr this time. Wow I feel so well rested! I slept in the bed with the radio on and it was such a good, long, 10.5hr sleep damn 😅 this journaling is helping a lot with me not like texting him out of habit, now when I text him it's because I want to, not because I need to get something off my chest or something lol. This is really good and helpful.

7pm hey bitches I'm drunk AF and wish I had a bf to love on but guess what???? I'm just gonna love myself and fuck everyone else who doesn't want my sweet love like wtf is ur problem?? Lmao missing out lil BITCH. Have fun with your new problems 😎

10pm I don't want someone who doesn't want me. What kind of a hill is that to die on lol.

[thisiswash]

letting me become an adult was a mistake all i am is a child who knows math now

[graveyardnails]

But Tonight Is Just Like Any Other Night

Authors Note: I wrote this when I woke up at  5AM and was feeling not good. I did some light editing, but overall I just needed to express some emotions I’ve been dealing with recently. Also, this scenario would def not work in the real world lol I am aware. I just wanted to write some comfort about one of the Moon Knight boys.

ALSO: I forgot to mention, I got the idea for Jake's eyes from @/glitchedknight on Twitter bc I am not a fan of giving Jake a red eye.

Summary: You leave a party feeling alone and hopeless. Needing to get back home, you decided to hail a taxi.

Warnings: Besides discussions of being very sad and alone, there aren’t really any.

Word count: 1.8K

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It  was abnormally humid and hot in Chicago. Your sweater stuck to your body, making it more uncomfortable. All you wanted to do was go home and cry in your bed. Not standing on the road, trying to hail a taxi. 

    It was way too late to take the cta. The buses also have ceased their routes. At this point, you’d pay $40 for a 15 minute taxi ride back to your apartment. 

    In the distance, you saw the bright headlights of a car that started to drive closer to the curb. You raised your hand when the yellow cab with black checkerboard came into view. The taxi stopped next to you and you didn’t hesitate on opening the back seat to slip inside. You kept your gaze low, so the driver wouldn’t see how red and wet your eyes were.

    “Where you heading to?” He spoke with a deep voice, traces of a spanish accent dancing through it. 

    You told him your address. He only nodded before putting the car back in drive. 

    You looked out the window, seeing the skyline of the city you grew up in. It dug a hole in your heart knowing something that you held so close was also the thing that harbored the bulk of your pain. Tonight was no expectation, but the more you thought about it, the more the tears welled up in your eyes. You didn’t want to start crying in this man’s taxi. God, it would be so embarrassing. You wiped your tears away with your sleeve, hoping that he wouldn’t notice. 

    This feeling was overwhelming, all embracing. It swallowed you whole when given the chance. It made you feel like a prisoner in your body, like you didn’t belong. It was dark and rough. It made your days harder and your nights restless. You always tried to fight it, but there were days where you couldn’t fight. You couldn’t cope. Like today. 

    The tears kept pouring from your face, onto your lap. You tried not to make noise but soon you were taking short, small breaths to try to relax. In reality, this never worked, but you could never stop it from happening. 

    “Senorita?” The driver spoke up. You felt his gaze from the rearview mirror, “Are you okay?” 

    You managed to nod, but you needed to verbally answer to make it believable. You quickly collected yourself. 

    “Yes..” You cleared your throat, wiping your tears that were quickly being replenished by fresh one, “Yes, I’m fine.” 

    There was silence and you hoped that was the end of it. 

    “Lo siento, but if you were fine, why would you be crying?” The driver spoke softly. 

    You finally mustered up the courage to meet his gaze in the rearview mirror. A sweet pair of downturned eyes met yours. He had heterochromia; one eye was a deep brown, while the other one had a lighter, almost golden half to it, resembling a crescent moon.  

    ‘’Lo siento tambien,” You responded, your throat wet with how much you had been crying, “I don’t mean to bring my problems into your cab.” 

    The driver's eyes looked away for a second, “You’re not bringing anything bad into my cab,” he assured, “I just hate to see someone crying in my backseat.” 

    You wiped your tears again, resting your hands in your lap. 

    “You don’t have to tell me nothing, but I hope your night gets better.” 

    The ugly feeling in your chest grew agitated at hearing such kind words. It was like a ball, painfully rolling up your throat, making your eyes well with tears again. You tried to hold it back, because you did not want to ugly cry in front of a stranger. 

    The car stopped suddenly, making you jolt. You heard the key come out of the ignition, and the car grew silent. That golden crescent glimmered in the rearview mirror. 

    “Take your time, cariño. Let it out.” He spoke softer this time, his gaze breaking yours. 

    Your chest started heaving before you could even think about his words and another waterfall of tears escaped you, pouring down your face. You tried to cry into your hands, but it didn’t matter. Nothing felt suitable to contain your sadness. It felt so bottomless.

    “Cariño, I know I’m only your driver but if you need anything, please let me know. I can -” 

“I want a hug,” You blurted without thinking, “Please.” 

There was a small pause before you heard the driver's door open, close, then the backseat door open. 

The driver slipped inside, keeping his distance. He eyed you almost hesitantly. 

    You looked at him, tears still welling up in your eyes, and his expression softened. 

He looked so kind. His eyes were soft and endearing towards you, making your heart pound in your chest. He wore a newsboy cap that had a few stray curls poking out of it, and wore a white button up with a black tie. If this was any other night, you would already be running out of the taxi, but something was different. Something about him felt safe. 

You closed the space between you two, catching him off guard. Your arms wrapped around his neck. His arms weren’t around you at first, but when your hold tightened, he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you in just as tight. 

He smelled like tobacco and aftershave. You cried embarrassingly hard into his shirt collar. 

He rubbed small circles into your back, speaking softly, “Si, Si. Let it out cariño,” 

“I feel so stupid.” You admitted through sobs, “I always feel so stupid and alone. I have nothing.” 

The driver held you tighter as you spoke through a heaving breath, “I need you to control your breathing. You’re going to get light headed.” You didn’t listen. 

You heard him let out a small breath, “Breathe with me, preciosa. Come on.” He urged with a light tap onto your ribs. 

You forced yourself to take more consistent breaths. 

“On the count of three, you’re going to take a deep breath with me, then hold it, and then let it out for 3. Got it?” 

You nodded. 

“Smart girl. Okay, follow me.” His chest expanded against yours and you followed suit, counting in your head. You held it, then released it as he counted to 3 again. 

You did this 3 times until your breath was coming more consistent. 

“Now tell me what is making such a pretty lady cry.” 

You took another deep breath before starting again. 

“I feel so alone. I can be in a room of 100 people and still feel all alone.” You explained, “I feel so stupud being in groups of people who are already friends. I feel so unnecessary and useless.” Your voice wavered as the feelings started to feel raw again, “I-I can’t s-shake it. I am so miserable.” 

There was a long moment of silence as you kept crying, thinking about how everyone at the party had just tolerated you there. How you had small talk all night that fizzled out into uncomfortable silence. You watched everyone look away from you, sipping their drinks and changing the conversation immediately. 

“Why do you want to be friends with people who make you feel like that?” He asked simply, 

You took a few more deep breaths to calm yourself, considering your words. 

‘“I just want to feel included. I want to have friends.” It made you feel pathetic, but it was true. You were tired of feeling so alone. 

“Lo entiendo, pero ¿por qué quieres estar cerca de personas que te hacen sentir así?” 

You sniffled, “I like the way they’re friends with each other. They’re always laughing and smiling. They look like they have f-fun together.” 

“You need to find people who want to act that way towards you. Not these pendejos who make you cry like this.” 

 You sniffled. Deep in your heart you knew he was right. 

“I feel so stupid reacting like this for people who don’t care about me.” 

“You don’t need to feel stupid. You want to feel what everyone else wants to feel- belonging.” The driver assured you, “don’t go where they don’t want you, cariño. You deserve better than that.” 

You let out another big breath, relaxing into him. There was another moment of silence where his words were finally cementing themselves in you. You had gone through all this trouble to impress people who clearly didn’t want anything to do with you. And for what? Those people were out partying still, having a great time, and you were here having a breakdown. They were out being ignorant of how miserable they made you, and you didn’t want people who didn’t care about your wellbeing as much as you did theirs. This stranger had shown you more kindness now than anyone at that party had. 

Slowly, you pulled away from the hug, wiping your excess tears on the back of your hand. You smiled at the man, embarrassed at your behavior. 

“You are getting tipped well today.” You joked. 

He smiled sweetly, tilting his head to the right slightly making the golden crescent in his eyes glimmer, “don’t worry about it.” He assured you. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t get your name.” 

“Jake. Jake Lockley.” 

You sat in the passenger seat as Jake drove you home. He played some music and told you stories that brightened up your mood. When he stopped outside your apartment, you felt sad about leaving. 

“Ya llegamos,” Jake announced, looking at the small building you called home. 

You smiled sadly, “gracias por todo,” you couldn’t find the words to express your gratitude, “I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t pick me up.” 

Jake returned the smile, and then ripped off a piece of paper from a form that was tucked underneath the sunvisor. He rummaged in his pockets, producing a pen, and scribbled something down. 

“If you ever need a ride again, you let me know.” Jake handed you the paper with a phone number scribbled on it, “I don’t care where you are. I’ll drive anywhere in the city for you.” 

You almost wanted to cry again but you held it back to take the paper from his hands. 

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.” 

You exchanged smiles, “how much do I owe you?” 

Jake brushed you off with a small wave of his hand, “Por favor, cariño, do not worry about it.” 

“I caused you way more trouble than I am worth. You have to let me pay you.” 

Jake shook his head, not entertaining it. 

“Let me buy you lunch the next time you pick me up, then.” 

“Over my dead body are you paying for our meal.” You both laughed until it faded into silence. 

“Thank you, again.” 

“Cualquier cosa por ti, cariño.”

[braveclxrke]

11 questions and answers 🦋

tagged by the wonderful @ravens-words, thnks bb sorry this took me so long to answer 💛

What is your favourite memory? I always used to go to the same one but since losing my brother id say it has now changed to when my eldest brother came and woke me up around 1am to play Fifa with him because his friend left and he needed a teammate and we played Fifa for hours and then eat hot wings and drank beer at like 5am, good and simple times.

What is something that's guaranteed to cheer you up no matter how sad you are?: A cup of tea, a show I love, my friends (@ravens-words, @bellamyblakru, @iwonderifyouwonderaboutme) and writing some fic

What is your favourite thing to do on weekends?: Seeing friends/going out for drinks if I’m in an extroverted mode, if I’m feeling introverted then chilling inside reading a book or writing a fic

Any hidden talents?: Uhh well due to my double-jointed shoulder I can lick my elbow, idk if that's a talent lol

A movie/TV show that still makes you laugh no matter how many times you watched it?: Gosh so many; Frasier, scrubs, BoJack horsemen, Superstore

Favourite Animal, Vegetable, Fruit and Drink?: Cat/Wolf, so many but I love broccoli, corn, for fruit, strawberries, grapes, apple and for drink...water and tea, i drink them both every day and nothing else really.

If you could be in any fictional world, which one would it be?: Ohhhh gosh okay ummm I’d have to say…supernatural? just because there is so many creatures and-OH WAIT (yes this is me typing out my thought change) I'd have to say the Lone Star universe because I wanna meet my favs lol

Period dramas or romantic comedies?: I’d have to say romantic comedies

How long would you survive in an apocalypse?: Well according to two quizzes I did, I would either stand a 75% chance of survival or 0% so…take what you will of that

Only, oldest, middle, or youngest child?: Younger child 😇

Favourite edit of your favourite ship?

Okay I can't think of specific sets but for tarlos, all these people make AMAZING sets and are incredibly talented: @rafael-silva, @strandtk, @jddryder there's many more but I am v bad with URLs so pls drop peoples URLs or drop your own URL so i can follow/support!!

And for Merthur, anything @bellamyblakru makes but specifically, this one comes to mind THE ANGST, THE HOPE, i love everything about it.

[fairiegardens]

Just woke from a long tedious frustrating and startling dream where for most of it I was trying to finish a test in a school on this very old computer and there were only maybe 12 questions or something but I didn’t know half of it and the program kept restarting and I’d lose all my answers and people would come out of other rooms and be like “it only took me 10 minutes you’re still doing it lol?” And I ended up being there until like 5am trying to get through it. Do we think it’s a metaphor.. yes

[sambergscott]

notes from the palm springs commentary !! 🏝

i know not everyone has access to hulu and i know i'd be gutted if i couldn’t watch it too so bc i'm lucky enough to have an american friend who let me use her hulu account i thought i'd share the commentary with you all on here <3 

- their first bit of commentary is “there’s a title” (cristin) and “there’s a goat” (andy)... 10/10 anaylsis thanks guys

- andy joked that they talked about waiting for an earthquake but decided they didn’t have the budget to wait that long (he said the glowing lights at the end were real tho 🙄)

- andy: “we’re gonna start off pretty racy” djfdjfkdjgh

- “for all those kids out there, the b99 fans, you probably don’t wanna watch this”.... but andy,, we absolutely Do

- andy was cristin’s least favourite person in the movie

- nyles spread eagle on the bed was in the script not an acting choice

- according to andy there were 700,000 bugs just hatched where they filmed the wedding scenes that they had to edit out in post (also it was suuuuuper cold and cristin was shivering)

- ANDY CALLED HIMSELF A BUTT UGLY WEIRDO. NO SIR. U ARE THE FURTHEST THING FROM THAT.

- the dance move when he clapped his hands over his head “lightly hurt his schlong”

- they had 20-30 options for orchid explosion by fournier, cristin pitched some too that she “does not remember!” (she said that very cute)

- they talk about how great june squibb is and how andy is impressed that she wasn’t complaining about the cold/shooting at 5am/the fact that they improved a lil bit.  “she doesn’t not give a what”

- during the make out scene on the rock cristin goes “ohhh ~spicy~”

- they also had to have a snake wrangler come out before they shot that scene and he was like “uhh i think it’s good?”

- andy was excited about having to get shot by an arrow when he was reading the script (it was also the moment they realised this movie was zanier than first thought)

- the cave was the same place they shot the old batman movies

- they started working on palm springs on november 9th 2016…. hence the wedding date

- cristin said they did about 30 takes (at least) of her opening her eyes/sitting up.. basically the entire first half of the first day shooting she spent doing the same thing

- “i just think you’re the coolest cristin, way to go man!” “you too andy!”

- the beer is fictional and has a meaning behind it.. the tortoise is to do with a myth about the universe or smth

- andy wants someone to make the beer fr

- “so here is cristin in the desert pretending to be hot” “he means physically” “TEMPERATURE HOT… i have no opinions on her appearance”

- they wanted to skip past the set-up-y parts to avoid it being too groundhog day and add diff dynamics and comedic elements that come from that

- according to andy, nyles has been in the loop an “insanely long time” (cristin and andy like that you don’t know the exact number of years bc however many years it’s been nothing has changed for nyles)

- cristin’s fondest memories were spending days in that dusty ass car together (i too would like to be that girl in his car)

- “i like your hat” “of course you do” was improved by andy and jk

- andy said jk is a “national treash”

- andy loved shooting the montage w jk (and he thinks that montage + the scene at the end is why jk signed up to do ps)

- “i went full butt” - andy samberg, 2021

- HE HAS A STUNT DOUBLE CALLED SETH WHO HAS A SIGNIFICANTLY BETTER BUTT THAN HIM (but andy’s butt was funnier so they went with his)

- the very last shot of the movie was nyles getting the handjob in the car

- max or other andy i can’t remember who talked for a while about how talented our andy is. can’t wait for that oscar nom!!!!!

- if andy were in a time loop he’d try to catch up on shows for a few years (and then try and leave)

- cristin is horrified that he’d choose to watch all of MASH to get him through a time loop

- cristin LOVED filming all the deaths

- andy said that their dance scene in the denim jacket replaces every iconic dance scene ever like fame/dirty dancing/etc etc and he’s right

- he dropped her in that scene bc his arms are “weak and floppy like a baby calf”

- the tattoo moment was the only fully improved scene

- they REALLY wanted it in the movie

- cristin insisted on the hook hand and eye patch and they obliged and she said she kept the hook hand and put it on her mantle and andy was like “prove it prove it prove it prove it prooooooove it”

- she did Indeed prove it

- orange in the movie significies intimacy and that whole montage is coloured orange to show them falling in love

- they loved shooting the tent scene

- the first night they filmed it there was a sandstorm and rain and they had to hide under a tarp and they came back the next night and they were able to get looser with it bc it was the last day of shooting and they’d basically done the whole thing the night before

- the dinosaurs bit was a “symbolic moment between the characters - they are 2 people who don’t believe they can be loved so they’re feeling something impossible and therefore they should see something impossible”

- the wake-ups were like an acting exercise in a way bc each wake up was diff emotionally based on where they were in the loop

- nyles finally cares about something (her) for the first time in maybe hundreds of years and he immediately gets slapped down :(((

- “suck my dick officer bitch” was cristin’s ad lib!!! (if anyone makes a montage of her life’s work she would like it to either begin or end w suck my dick officer bitch, andy said why not both)

- “for some reason i rolled up one of my sleeves [after nyles woke up after their fight] and then we couldn’t get out of it so that was a lesson! it was a terrible choice”

- andy loves the overhead pool shot

- everytime andy watches the confrontation at the wedding he feels terrible for tala, we love an empathetic king

- re: roy’s arc andy talks about how important it is to relish what you’ve got and it was v v v v sweet

- everyone laughed so hard in the arrow/garbage bin scene

- apparently tyler’s shirtlessness in the shower was distracting for people in early tests and they had to tone it back w colour correction 💀

- cristin was like “did that happen when i had to take my shirt off?” and andy was like “uh huh yeah”

- the goat was on set for a couple of days + apparently cristin would talk to it in between takes 🥺🥺🥺 can she get any cuter

- max talked about how they lucky they were to get andy and cristin and how the movie wouldn’t have worked without them, they were so on the same wavelength and there was an early meeting where nobody else could get a word in bc they were talking so much

- nobody was in it for the paycheck, “it was for the love, and dare i say it, for the art” <3

- they took 3-4 nights to shoot the entire wedding, andy can Not stress enough how much they were rushing

- they haven’t busted out any bloopers yet bc they used pretty much every frame they could/reused them in different places

- cristin doesn’t want to know if nana knows bc the mystery of it is what makes the movie so great!

- andy said there’s no definitive answer to a lot of stuff bc a lot of the people working on the movie had diff opinions

- the french song w the slo mo bit of sarah in the bar was cristin’s choice

- andy is v confused why people think spuds is nyles’ dad,, he’s just tricking him into getting a ride and andy’s sorry to everyone who thought it was real

- cristin liked that the payoff at the end felt like payoff while still staying true to who nyles and sarah are and not just super romantic bc “it’s a romcom!” [andy said throwing his arms in the air]

- cloudbursting was andy’s idea from the very first meeting about the movie but we been knew

- andy: “here’s the ending! nobody knows what it means!”

- the family at the end was the producer’s family, they drove a very long way to do that 2 second scene lol

- andy and cristin were swaying to when the morning comes at the end 🥺

- andy clapped and shouted “WELL PRODUCED” when his/tli’s credit came up hahaha

[azucanela]

13. DRUNKEN CONFESSION | TSUKISHIMA KEI 

1K CELEBRATION MASTERLIST 

SUMMARY: Tsukishima makes the mistake of getting drunk at a party that Y/N happens to be attending. Being the kind soul she is, Y/N makes it her mission to get him home alive. Now, she expected mild resistance seeing as he was drunk, she didn’t expect a confession of his undying love for her. 

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

WARNINGS: alcohol, don’t drink irresponsibly kids, drunk tsukishima[best tsukishima]

A/N: i am so excited to write for tsukki again aslkdhaksdhk also this reminds me of Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray lol

Meeting Kuroo Tetsuro and Bokuto Koutarou was a mistake, befriending them was an even bigger mistake, but there was no doubt in Tsukishima’s mind that agreeing to hang out with them had by far been his biggest mistake. Getting drunk with them? Even worse. Now, thinking back to the reason he agreed, Tsukishima wondered if it was worth it.

He’d been adamant, declining every single one of their attempts to get him to attend to stupid party they’d been nagging him about for the past week. Apparently one of their mutual college friends was throwing the party and all were welcome, not that Tsukishima wanted to be welcome. He’d found parties, especially college parties, almost childlike. It hadn’t been the first time they’d tried to get him to go to a party, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last, but he despised parties. Mostly because of the ridiculous mess that would accumulate over time in the area. 

If there was one thing he hated, it was a mess. Now, Tsukishima never thought that he’d be the one making the mess, as he was fairly sure he’d spilt alcohol onto the couch, but then again nothing ever goes how he expects. Nothing ever goes his way. But sitting on the couch of the stranger’s home, music blasting, lights flashing, and bodies moving, Tsukishima finds himself reflecting as to why, how he ended up here. And of course, his eyes end up on Y/N L/N. Which he found ironic as he allowed a laugh to escape him, confusing and likely concerning those nearby him. 

All it had taken was the mention of her name and he was sold. 

They’d known each other since his first year, they’d been placed in the same class and if Tsukishima was honest, Y/N had been the only competent one there. And whenever he was absent, someone had to ensure he got notes and homework on whatever he missed. Now, he easily could’ve asked Yamaguchi to do it, and yet, he found his way over to the desk of Y/N L/N and asked her. 

Maybe it had been an excuse to speak with the pretty girl in his class, maybe not. It didn’t matter in Tsukishima’s eyes. Of course, communication only when absent suddenly turned into texts about daily homework, to texts about things other than homework, to calls going on til 5AM, to going out to study together at the café Y/N liked so much. 

Then she became the new manager of the Volleyball Club and things got worse. Suddenly he was seeing her in school, after school, and during a concerning amount of his free time. Y/N was a constant in his life, something Tsukishima could not escape no matter how hard he tried.

Not that he wanted to.

Scoffing to himself as he tears his eyes away from Y/N’s figure, who was dancing to the rapid beat of the music alongside a guy— one that Tsukishima had already decided he disliked— Tsukishima’s eyes bore straight into the red solo cup in hand. As though the cup would give him an answer to his current predicament, the fact that he was irrevocably in love with Y/N L/N and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. And nothing he would do about it.

Normally it was easy to block out thoughts like this one. Of course, normally, he was sober. Right now, he was definitely not sober, he was incredibly drunk if he was honest. Something he blamed Kuroo and Bokuto for, something he would continue to blame them for when he woke up with a pounding head and immense nausea the following morning. Unlike them, he was capable of hiding the fact that he was drunk.

Ceasing his glare at the red solo cup, Tsukishima brought it back up to his lips to take another sip of the alcoholic beverage, only to realize he’d emptied it out. Inhaling deeply, Tsukishima took one last look at Y/N, who’s eyes met his, causing them to light up in recognition. She waved enthusiastically at him, beaming from beside the random guy she’d taken to. 

Despite the sudden urge to puke— the urge that might’ve been alcohol and might’ve been the sight of Y/N beside the guy— Tsukishima offered her a small smile before inhaling deeply and coming to a stand. His lanky frame swayed slightly, a weightless feeling overcoming him as blood rushed to his head and he became dizzy. Tsukishima couldn’t help but bring a hand to his head as he began to tip over, the hand with the drink extending outwards in hopes of steadying himself on a non existent wall.

He probably would’ve fallen had Y/N not been there, of course, Tsukishima sincerely doubted she wanted his cup to collide with her shirt, along with the rest of him. 

Y/N simply grimaced she felt the small drops of whatever alcohol was left splatter around them, though she didn’t know if the smell was from the drink itself or the wasted boy before her. His eyes were squeezed shut as he regained focus, blinking once, twice before seeing her face and saying, “oh.” His eyes trail down her figure, noticing that what was left of the liquid had landed on her shirt, his eyes flick over to the now empty cup, allowing him to connect the dots. “Sorry.”

A small laugh escapes her as she brings a hand behind him, and Tsukishima doesnt know why she laughed, an as he laughed along, he saw the irony in the situation once more. Because he wouldn’t have apologized if it had been anyone else. He’s distracted from this thought as the hand behind him begins coming up to his back to support him, the other throwing his arm around her shoulder as she spoke, “let’s get you upstairs okay?”

He pushed up his glasses with one of his hands, nose scrunching as they lay crookedly across his face, “you’re not going to take advantage of me, are you L/N?”

It’s a tease, a way to salvage some of his reputation, to maintain a small part of the facade he tries to play around her, the one she sees through most of the time. Of course, Y/N had yet to see through the facade of ‘friend that isn’t in love with you’ so that was good. But, Tsukishima can’t deny the feeling of embarrassment that floods him because she’s seeing his like this, a mess. Nonetheless Y/N’s cheeks warm as she guides him through the crowd and up the stairs, “I would never do that, Tsukishima.”

He can’t help but scoff because he knows that, she was far too good to do such a thing. Just another reason she would never feel the same way he did. And yet, he simply responds, “didn’t I tell you to call me Kei?”

Her nose scrunches up and she tilts her head up at him in confusion, “no. You never told me to call you by your first name Tsuki-”

“Kei.” He corrects as Y/N knocks a few times on the door, a look of disgust washing over her face momentarily before guiding his further down the hallway to an empty room. 

Y/N’s eyes scan the room, before she seats him on the bed and shuts the door behind her, “did Kuroo and Bokuto just leave you all by yourself?”

Tsukishima didn’t necessarily remember how he’d gotten alone, but he was fairly sure it had involved a bet between Kuroo and Bokuto over who had the better cannonball. Last he checked, Bokuto had been on the roof and Akaashi had been... panicked to say the least, all while Kuroo cheered him on. Tsukishima was fairly sure that he saw himself out after that.

“Kinda.” His arm extends outwards to grab her hand and pull her closer to him, suddenly overwhelmed by the need for human contact that he normally foregoes.

Y/N’s mouth gapes open at the sudden action, though she makes no comment on it, full well knowing he’d cease all contact if she did due to embarrassment. And if Y/N was honest, she liked the apparently affectionate Tsukishima. So she simply looked down at him as she removed his crooked glasses from his face before turning around and placing them on the dresser behind her. Slipping her phone out of her pocket, Y/N is about to call an Uber for her drunken friend when his arms pull her back against him. 

Once Y/N is secured in her arms, Tsukishima falls backwards onto the bed, eliciting a squeal from Y/N who falls alongside him. Tsukishima finds himself unable to contain the laughter than escapes him at the sight of the baffled look on Y/N’s face, her brows drawn together in confusion as she sat herself back up, only for Tsukishima to throw his arm over her to keep her down.

He shifts, laying his head on her stomach, and Y/N grows quiet at the intimate gesture, but says nothing as she returns her attention to the calling an Uber. Tsukishima had never been affectionate, sure he’d offer the occasional pat on the head, maybe a hug if she was upset, but he’d never been so...

Close.

“You look cute when you’re confused, Y/N.” His chin is resting on her stomach as he stares up at her, and Y/N just gives him a look that says she doesn’t believe him, which Tsukishima deems as a requirement to affirm his statement, “I mean it.” 

A small laugh escapes her, and Tsukishima finds himself burying his face into her abdomen as she ruffles his hair, “sure, Kei.” Her hand moves to withdraw from his head, only for him to grab it, holding it there. Y/N raises a brow at this action, but seems to get the message as she begins to run her fingers through his hair. And Tsukishima shuts his eyes contentedly, inhaling deeply.

Was it weird to think she smelt nice? Had she always smelt this nice? Was the alcohol making his think these weird thoughts? Tsukishima could’ve sworn that her laugh had never sounded so.. pretty. Like one of the songs on his playlist. “You have a nice laugh.” His words are quiet, almost as though he’s saying it to himself, and Y/N almost doesn’t hear him. “And you smell nice.” 

Y/N falters, her movements pausing as she looks down at him. She’s never seen him like this, and she probably never would again, Y/N had a feeling he’d threaten her once he was sober. Then again, he hadn’t threatened her for a while, which was odd for him, though she’d discounted it as him being in a good mood the first time around, it didn’t make sense for Tsukishima Kei to be in a good mood this long. 

She dismisses these thoughts, clearing her throat when Tsukishima looks up at her with a curious look, a hint of annoyance evident in his face as he waits expectantly for her hand to resume its movements. “You’re a very affectionate drunk, Kei.” Is all Y/N mumbles as she continues to run her hand through his hair. 

“Only because it’s you.” 

Reminding herself that he had far too much to drink, Y/N rolls her eyes at his words, returning her attention to her phone, only for Tsukishima to frown, snatching the phone from her grasp and throwing it behind him. “Tsukishima what the-” From the pointed look he gave her, Y/N huffed, glaring at him as she continued, “Kei what do you think you’re doing?”

He practically pouted as he replied grumpily, “getting your attention.” Okay maybe she was right, he was an affectionate drunk, but that was only because Tsukishima was fairly sure he was on the verge of confessing his apparent love for her. Something he’d sworn to himself he’d never do for the sake of their friendship, and himself.

“Well I’m trying to get you an Uber— and no it isn’t a RideShare I know you hate those.” Y/N grumbled, moving to sit up, she gently placed Tsukishima’s head back onto the bed as he laid there in shock, watching Y/N pick the phone up off the floor.

“Uber is expensive.” His brows furrowed as he pushed himself up on his elbows, Tsukishima was shocked she’d even remembered he disliked the Ride Share option. They’d only ridden in an Uber once together, and he’d complained afterwards about having to share a space with the strange guy in the car with them. If Tsukishima was honest, his main issue was the way the guy looked at Y/N but... she didn’t need to know that. 

Y/N looked up from her phone momentarily to meet his eyes as she agreed, “yes, it is.” She was still tapping away at her phone, “but I don’t have my car.”

“Use my phone.” Tsukishima offered, he had the Uber app which would allow him to pay for his own ride. His hand fell to his pocket, only to realize that his phone wasn’t there. Impulsively, he began to pat his other pockets in search of the device.

One hand moves into her pocket, though this doesn’t stop her from continuing to type one handed. “It’s fine.” Y/N mumbles in response, her free hand raised with his phone in hand before she slips it back into her pocket.

“I’ll pay you back.” Though Tsukishima quickly realizes he didn’t feel his wallet in any of his pockets either, hands returning to pat them down once more, only for Y/N to gesture at him with his wallet now in hand. 

Slipping the wallet into her other back pocket, Y/N internally curses clothing designers for failing to make women more suitable pockets as she responds, “you don’t have to Kei.”

If Tsukishima was honest, Y/N was always like this. She was always taking care of others, even him. Though he rarely needed it, and was far to prideful to ask for assistance at times, she always seemed to be there when he needed her. And even when he didn’t need her, they were together. 

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because Bokuto and Kuroo had been teasing him about a crush he hadn’t even told them about, one so obvious that they knew the mention of Y/N’s name would convince him to come. Maybe it was because they suggested he confess that night, maybe it was because it finally hit him that Y/N L/N was one of the beautiful people he knew inside and out, and even if she didn’t love him back she deserved to know she was loved. 

“I think I’m in love with you.” His voice is distant, almost as if he isn’t there, eyes glassed over as he stares at Y/N in awe. 

Maybe it was a mistake. 

Y/N nodded along to his words absentmindedly as she responded, “didn’t I say it was fine—" She paused her movements entirely, phone nearly falling to the ground when it slipped out of her fingers had it not been for Tsukishima’s arm reaching out to catch it. Y/N looked up at him, mouth gaped open as she stared at him in shock. 

And then she laughed. 

“God, Tsukki you are so drunk.”

The reminders that the boy was drunk were coming in at full force now. Because in no world would Tsukishima Kei have feelings for her, and in no time or space would he admit to it. They were just close friends, they’d known each other since the start of high school and Tsukishima wasn’t stupid enough to seek a relationship full well knowing they could end up at different college when they graduated. And Tsukishima would never ask her to call him by his first name, especially since all he did was tease her and pester her in his free time.

Right. 

It wasn’t like he was visibly kinder to her, and it wasn’t like Kiyoko had pointed out about half a dozen times that he clearly had feelings for her. It also wasn’t like Y/N brought home two very drunk boys known as Kuroo and Bokuto who had offhandedly mentioned the blond’s feelings for her. No, it wasn’t like Tsukishima had threatened the guy who wouldn’t stop hitting on her at the start of the party, or took class notes for her even though she never asked him to. No, it wasn’t like they facetimed until 5AM having deep conversations, or like every time they studied together, no matter how stupid the question he’d answer it, even if he’d normally bully someone for asking something like that.

It wasn’t like that at all. 

Tsukishima is staring at her, gauging her reaction, even if he is drunk he still has the same analytical look in his eyes as he speaks, “you’re not stupid, Y/N.” He looks away and Y/N swears she can see his cheeks tinting red as her own begin to warm. His eyes zero in on the half empty bottle of vodka on the desk, and he wonders if getting even more drunk would be the solution to his problems. At least then he wouldn’t have to remember this in the morning. “You’re a lot of things, but you aren’t stupid.”

He wishes he didn’t see her bring a hand to her mouth, which had gaped open once more, and he wishes that he didn’t say anything at all. He wishes that he didn’t come to this stupid party, or walk over to her stupid desk that day in their first year. He wishes he didn’t fall in love.

No, that’s not true. Tsukishima knows thats not true because he can’t deny that the way he feels around her is something ethereal. She made him feel a way that he never thought he’d be capable of feeling, and yet there he was. 

Inhaling deeply, he finds himself slipping off the edge of the bed, trying to ignore the way Y/N struggles to find words to reply as he moves over to the desk to grab the bottle of Vodka off the table because he did not want to remember this at all. The thoughts he normally blocks out while sober are flooding his mind once more, and Tsukishima can’t help but frown. Who would wanna remember losing one of the most important people in their lives, and being the reason it happened? Not him, that’s for sure.

A smaller hand stops him, coming to his wrist, and Tsukishima simply sighs, turning to look at her with an apathetic look on his face. Y/N pulls him closer to her, and when he stands in front of her, she simply brings his glasses to his face wordlessly. Tsukishima’s eyes squeeze shut as she does, and when he opens them he can clearly see Y/N beaming up at him as she ruffles his hair. “I love you too, Kei.” 

His eyes pierce into hers, and he leans forward slightly, “I want to kiss you.”

Y/N is silent for a moment, eyes meeting his before she bursts out laughing, “Kei, when I said I wasn’t taking advantage of you, I meant it.” She taps his nose with her finger, “you’re drunk. And don’t even try to deny it, you may seem kinda sober, but you wouldn’t have confessed if you were.” Her phone vibrates in her pocket, and she takes his hand, “now let’s go, your Uber is here.”

“Right.” He mumbles, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, “but you owe me a kiss.” 

Bringing a hand to her temple, Y/N exhales deeply, “god you are so forward while drunk.” She can feel her cheeks warm as she evades his stare, pulling him out of the room. 

“You love it.” Tsukishima replies with a smirk, reveling in the fact that she’s becoming flustered, even as he stumbles slightly, still struggling to walk properly. 

Rolling her eyes, Y/N brings her hands to steady him, “well you owe me a shirt.”

“You have my wallet.” Comes his response, shrugging. 

Y/N likely would’ve replied had Bokuto and Kuroo not come up the stairs, soaked in water, Akaashi close behind the pair with their things in hand as he guided them down the hall. This didn’t stop them from yelling, “TSUKISHIMA YOU DID IT!” 

He’s smiling in a way he likely never would’ve sober, a broad laugh escaping him because he didn’t expect this. But hey, it’s a nice surprise. Turns out the girl he’s in love with is also in love with him. He supposed Bokuto and Kuroo surviving their dive off the roof was a bonus. And so was the flustered look Y/N dawned as they passed the two boys and their designated driver. 

It was a nice night. Even if the following morning would probably suck when he woke up with a killer hangover. 

A/N: this is quite possibly my favorite thing that i have ever written uhhhh also writing this made me wanna cry i- why am i so l o n e l y 

TAGLISTS:

HAIKYUU!!: @therainroguefanfiction​  @shawkneecaps​

[horce-divorce]

LOL I woke up at 5am bc I was cold n can't fall back asleep so I'm making bad choices of about what to click on... Reddit thread abt "is there any job that ONLY men or ONLY women can do" and all the answers are basically like "navy seals" (so jobs w specific restrictions on gender lol). Someone says "surrogacy?" Another user responds with "a trans man could do it" and gets downvoted to shit, while the comments devolve into "THE QUESTION IS MEANINGLESS NOW HELP HELP"

Good fucking grief. Isn't it incredible how a group of people so concerned with logic and science are literally the most susceptible to devolving into yelling crying screaming throwing up etc when they receive an unanticipated answer to a QUESTION THEY ASKED that's difficult to reconcile w their preconceived notions. VERY scientific and logical and definitely not emotional at all. well done, everybody

[bujorulgalben]

it’s 5am and my cat just woke me up so now you all have to endure more of me. you can thank pearl now:

NAME. eve is my alias here! it comes from the name my parents nearly gave me; evangeline

STAR SIGN. virgo sun, taurus moon, libra rising. this is insanely sexy of me

HEIGHT. 5′2. i am the eldest and shortest of 3

WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME? lucy. not short for lucifer but that’d be really funny

PUT YOUR SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 6 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?   1. rammstein - du hast (oh baby we’re off to a great start) 2. chris keya - totentanz 3. wargasm - post-modern rhapsody 4. franz ferdinand - walk away (never mind time to cry) 5. crystal castles - intimate 6. toby fox - death by glamour 7. ffs - johnny delusional 

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? ppl have dedicated songs to me and i promise that’s a sure-fire way to make me leave the function

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? maybe two days ago? i dance about with my jams a lot. easily embarrassed if i’m caught out

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? marina diamandis my beloved

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE; SOUND YOU LOVE? hate: balloons rubbing on hands or other balloons. i could never be a balloon artist that noise goes straight through my head. it’s on the same level as nails on chalkboard. this is why i stopped going to TGI’s.  love: birdsong. uwu it’s one of the joys of living in the english suburbs all my life. i have a special place in my heart for robins, especially. i love robins. one of the paintings up in the house hallways is one i did of a robin, aged 6. i peaked at 6

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? ok so there was this one time i went on a residential trip with school for half a week, the house was absolutely haunted, and one morning i woke up to find myself standing upright in an old wardrobe. the doors were heavy, and i don’t sleepwalk. cue coming out joke

HOW ABOUT ALIENS? how can you not? it’s insanely vain to think we’re the most intelligent sentient species out there

DO YOU DRIVE? no! never! i love joking like “i’m a euro-gay you don’t WANT me to drive!!” but i legit have zero desire to drive. too expensive. too much destructive power. i’d die inside if i hit a pigeon let alone a person

IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? see this is what i’m talking about! big fear! used to have nightmares abt car crashes

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? the song of achilles by madeline miller. i like crying

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE? oh baby. oh i love the smell of petrol. this is the downside to not driving LMAO not getting to go to the petrol station. idk i like melting my brains i suppose. it takes me back to the highs i used to get off spray adhesives when i was studying fine art

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? i have no idea! i’m not a movie person by any means, so it must’ve been a while ago. i think it might’ve been the green knight, which was very sexy/10

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD? idk! i’ve had a medically eventless life! it was probably the collapsed vein i had when this nurse fucked up taking my blood to test me for anemia. i fainted! and had to come back the next day! also yes i do have anemia i didn’t need a blood test to tell you that

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? i revived my naruto obsession after ten-ish years of not touching it and that’s been very, very fun. also: bitch i’m here on a tumblr roleplay blog. you tell me.

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG?  yes. i can hold the mother of all grudges, and as much as i’d like to say i’m more inclined to forgive but never forget... nah. that isn’t true. i’d like to do better at this bc holy fuck is it tiring, but i feel my jaw clench thinking about Certain People. this is absolutely not healthy don’t be an eve

IN A RELATIONSHIP? i’m sorry but your social link isn’t strong enough for me to answer this

tagged by: stole it lol tagging: the girl reading this <3

[kindabizarretbh]

What do you think would be after the and of [C] in the 11th episode? What happend to the characters. Your theory :3

Hmm, that's a tough one to answer, saying that the ending was kind of confusing for me, but I'll try my best answer anyway :D

Before I start, here's my theory about what actually happened in the ending: I think the financial district is still there and entre's are still able to access it at any time, except Kimimaro just got rid of C and everybody got their future's(?) back. Everybody still has their Midas cards, just they can't actually interact with their assets in the real world unless they go back to the financial district.

Kimimaro: He simply went back to being a college student, going to classes, studying, working two part-time jobs. It took him a bit to adjust to everything, with the new currency and seeing everybody going back to their normal lives after what had just happened. He decided to never call Masakaki, even when he was in desperate need of money, he didn't want to go through all that again, with the financial district and everything. Even though Kimimaro never called for Masakaki, Masakaki still came by just to say hello every now and then just to annoy Kimimaro.

Mikuni: Mikuni's a hard one to answer, saying I don't know whether he's alive or dead, but I'm gonna answer as if he's alive. Once he woke up, his reaction was nearly the same as Kimimaro's. He was a little confused, and it took time for him to adjust, but still went back to his normal life in a few days. The thing is, his sister Takako was now awake from her coma. When Mikuni heard about this, he was surprised yet relieved and thrilled that his sister's life was no longer in danger, rushing to the hospital in an instant. He continued his father's business, continuing to thrive. However, like Kimimaro, Masakaki showed up a few times to say hello, Mikuni finding it more annoying though.

Jennifer: Since I'm pretty sure the financial district is still I guess...Active, I believe she still is with the IMF, just not as associated with them anymore. Other than that, she went back to living her normal life. Sorry This one isn't as descriptive as the others, I didn't know how else to answer since I barely know anything about her.

Takedezaki: He's not so much as an information broker now, more he just sells those desserts, though he still makes good money. But he still goes back to the financial district sometimes to give information to others.

Masakaki: He's still his usual, playful self, still working as a representative of the Midas bank. It didn't take him too long to adjust, as if the events of C were just a normal everyday thing for him. As I said before, he still showed up to say hello to both Kimimaro and Mikuni, but they aren't the only ones he bothers, no, he actually shows up at nearly every entre's places to bother them, but showing up at Kimimaro and Mikuni's places more frequently. Due to his rivalry with his American counterpart, Meri(North American Masakaki) was slightly displeased by the fact that C didn't wipe out Japan, but still going on as usual. Singapore though? I believe it's still gone, what Kimimaro did only affected(effected?) Japan, not anywhere else.

That's all I got, I answered these at 5AM so I was too tired to make them too descriptive or accurate, hope you're still satisfied though lol, but if you do want me to be more descriptive, then go ahead and ask

[abcd-adventures]

B woke up at 5am this morning. 😑 The second the cat hears anyone awake he starts meowing like he's gone weeks without food. UGH. I had to read ten books for B before we could even come downstairs. Thank God for coffee. The husband just turns on his sound machine and goes back to sleep. I'm not bitter...

At least B is currently entertaining himself by decorating the tree with his toys...🤷🏼‍♀️ I wonder how many we'll find in there when we take it down.

The husband has started using MFP this week. I was curious how seriously he'd take it. So far, the answer is extremely seriously. He's even broken out the scale on more than one occasion. Engineers. 🙄 Lol He wants to lose 30 pounds. He recently got an annual exam and had high blood pressure. His doctor told him it wouldn't hurt to lose weight. Neither of our families have ideal health histories, and I think having B has really motivated him to think about his health. Our meals at home are mostly very healthy, but he has a tendency to snack at night A LOT, so I think the app has been helpful for him as far as keeping an awareness about that.