#I'M BACK ON MY ROMEO AND JULIET BULLSHIT

[ozziyo]

Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.

[character-babblings]

i am once again on my Luke Castellan bullshit but listen hear me out.

MDNIIIIIIII 18+ only

Luke who is so in love with the daughter of Eros. he swear she put every single star in the sky. he's always watching from a distance. he's so obsessed with the way she just floats around campus. watching her sit in a meadow when she thinks she's alone. he watches as she eats fruit and how it stains her delicate finger tips. the way the sun just glows on her skin. it drives him crazy. he just has to have you. and he does everything from picking flowers to making cute little gifts for you. finally caving and saying yes to being his.

and you both love each other so hard. like romeo and juliet style. you do anything and everything together. like when you play capture the flag he's making sure your hear is all right and tight before giving your helmet a kiss and telling you to be safe in your designated area.

then that night you two sneak off and make your way to the water. and he just lets you talk about anything that comes to your mind ever. occasionally chiming in or tucking some hair behind your ear and making you blush. he just fucking loves you.

and when it came to making love he was willing do whatever you wanted. he can eat you out for however long you can take it. he loves eating you out on the beach (with a blanket under you of course to protect you) kissing every inch of your body and telling how much you mean to him. he's a whiney mess sometimes. like if you get on top and ride him doing slow and deep strokes as the moonlight just makes you fucking grow. he's reaching grabbing for the back of your head with hooded eyes so he can kiss you.

"oh pretty girl. you're the most beautiful woman i've ever seen. everything about you is so gorgeous. look in my eyes and tell me what you need sweet girl." when you tell him you need him so back he's quick to flip you over. his thrust picking up slightly as he can practically fucking feel you cream all over him. "fuck i can feel you getting wetter sweet girl. do you feel me right here?" guiding your hand to the bulge in your lower tummy as you whine. "oh princess don't whine like that. i'll blow inside you way too fucking quick. just be patient little one." he grunts in your ear as his teeth tease your ear lobe. as he soaks in every inch of your naked body. he's so obsessed with every curve, with every stretch mark, with every mark or scar. he's obsessed with fucking you.

and sometimes he just really needs to fucking give it to you. when he's frustrated he likes to use you. well actually you like it A LOT when you let him do whatever he needs to do. and of course he loves his little fuck doll. his fuck doll who just gets so insatiable sometimes. pawing at his pants in the middle of the forest begging to put it in your mouth as his hand goes to caress your face.

"of course you can, my pretty little slut. you can suck on it as long as you want. but i'm cumming so deep in your pussy. my pussy i should say. because this sweet little dripping thing? belongs to me. let me hear you say it sweet girl..." he trails off. "your pussy sir." you mumble. he sighs giving your face a slight sharp tap. "that's not how you should say it. open" as he spits in your mouth before prompting again. when you finally correct yourself he smiles before just wrecking your mouth

[manic-pixie-aquarius]

So I'm doing a season 3 rewatch and I've noticed some things (some ramblings about 3x01)

1. Hopper goes to Joyce and makes her write the heart-to-heart to Mike and El, nothing super significant about that alone (and of course Hopper actually ends up writing his own letter). I just think it's interesting how later on Will is the one to create a heart-to-heart "from El" to Mike... The Byers are always solving everyone else's problems lol, I love them but babe you needa focus on yourself and your happiness too😭

2. Also, when the party + El and Max are going up the hill to use Cerebro to talk to Suzie, Dustin mentions that Suzie is Mormon. He explains that: "her parents would never approve. It's all a bit Shakespearean. Like Romeo and Juliet. Star crossed lovers". I thought this was interesting because you could say the same about Mike and Will being gay in the 80's in a small town where being in a gay relationship does seem forbidden. And when Dustin says, "her parents would never approve" El is cut off from the frame... Idk the fact that she's the only one out of frame is interesting to me, especially since she's clinging right onto Mike's arm the whole scene. Instead, the two people in the back of the group who aren't engaging in the conversation are Mike and Will. Then she comes back into frame when Dustin mentions Romeo and Juliet. Now the thing about Romeo and Juliet is that it's regarded as a romantic tale, but I disagree with that perspective honestly... R + J love for each other is so intense and passion filled that they ignore everything else, even important things like family and other responsibilities. Their love is destructive, kind of like Mike and El's love. In Hopper's letter he mentions that he misses when he and El would spend time together and is feeling her distance because of her new relationship. Similar to how Will, Lucas, and Dustin recount that Mike is being super distant and annoying because he is neglecting the group to makeout with El all the time. Max opposes them by stating "It's romantic". Max is also the person who's been in the group the shortest amount of time, the boys who have known Mike since childhood state, "It's gross" and "it's bullshit". Mike is severely neglecting his friendships in the name of love, El is doing the same to her paternal figure.

3. Another thing I love about this season is how Lucas is quick to call out Mike on his bs. When Mike makes the excuse of "I was spending romantic time with my girlfriend" Lucas says "Yeah well I'm spending romantic time with MY girlfriend" (whilst still spending time with his friends) But it's also funny because Lucas is insinuating that this theater going experience is romantic, like everyone has pointed out by now, this was essentially a Byler + Lumax double date (like this scene didn't HAVE to happen, they could've waited until Dustin got back to see a movie together, and once Dustin does return we already see how neglectful Mike is being towards everyone. So, what was the point of this whole mall movie theater scene...well to establish the mall setting and the new characters, thats first and foremost, but it was also to show that Mike is still trying to at least put in some effort into his relationship to Will. It shows that he still cares and is at least kindaa keeping his promises from the previous season (making sure his best friend is feeling safe).

4. The hand grab Joyce does to Hopper to reassure him... Byler heart-to-heart vibes...

Question: Why aren't there more Nancy and Mike scenes when they share the same passion of writing???

Anyways this episode is just so funny honestly, I love how angry Hopper gets at Mike. All their scenes together in every season are so good. We missed out on those in season 4, I hope we get some more in s5

[night-market-if]

Spoiler Ask

So I'm going to address it all here under the cut because I've gotten a few asks in that are pretty similar and I'm sure I'm going to get more. So I thought instead of answering the same thing over and over, I'd just do a response below. Warning, spoilers for the end of book 1.

Full disclosure. I am sick. We are going through a lot of family things at the moment. My patience is probably thin.

For everyone that says MC is already too forgiving of Milo. Milo has not even come into the story yet. You've only observed memories of him. If you feel like you need an inner dialogue to tell you how angry you are over this "betrayal" or "death", I don't know what to say here. Because MC is literally just observing things at the moment. Any options that have been put forth to comment on Milo and what has happened, have been more to lay ground work and to also give a scope of the type of emotions that will be offered in the game. But literally, Milo has not even shown up yet into the story in a real capacity. So please stop sending me asks about how you are upset that MC has "forgiven" him because there has literally been no real interaction between Milo and the MC.

As for this betrayal and death thing. I am going to state this now for those who aren't going to like where my story is going so you don't need to read if you don't want to. As the Night Market, you knew you were going to die. You gladly came down and wanted to experience death. You looked at what Milo (a non magic user) was doing, and said "hey, this would be a cool experience" and then you came down here. So, yes, you are going to feel the full range of emotions that come with it. But you are also going to need to take some personal accountability for your actions. That is what is going to be explored in this book. An entity that didn't realize what emotion actually meant, came down thinking it wasn't going to be a big deal to die, and it turned out it was a big deal. A big fucking deal, in fact and that by doing so, they actually hurt people they loved. So, don't forgive Milo. I'm not forcing anyone to. But, I will not be writing an MC that puts all the blame on him. Because guess what? The Night Market would have died if he didn't do what he did. So, everyone also saying that he killed the MC? No, he literally saved the MC and billions of people. And I don't care what way you spin it? One person is never worth a billion souls. And with the MC being someone that literally cut themselves open over and over again to save most of the people living within the world, I would think they would probably not be too keen on Milo sacrificing them so they could die together in some bullshit Romeo and Juliet act.

Now, I am all for exploring how an MC comes to terms with the feeling of betrayal along with the feeling of needing to take responsibility. I am all for exploring an MC that goes "holy shit this emotion thing is way bigger than I thought and I'm angry and confused". I'm there for it. I'm excited to write it. But, I will not be writing a willfully ignorant MC that doesn't take into account that they did this to themselves as well. And yes, if you choose to not acknowledge it in game, others are going to acknowledge it for you. If you want to not read because you can't become a villain, rock back and forth in a corner and weep, or violently get mad at someone who saved the world? That's cool. I'm not offended by someone not reading it. Anyone coming into my ask box and saying "I just am not going to read now because you aren't doing xyz" I wish you a good night and hope you find something else for you because there are thousands of stories out there.

I am not interested. Nor will I ever be interested. In writing a story where I add to the plague of ignorance that is this world. Aren't we kind of all struggling enough with that in our own lives? MC is a being of compassion. They will always be a being of compassion. That is going to shift and change based on circumstances and there are going to be moments where that compassion can fall into question. When it comes to Milo, it is going to be a messy bit of confusing emotions because there is so much more than just the black and white strokes of "OMG he killed me" that seemed to be the rhetoric on here. Now, you don't want his character around? Alright. Other than when you have to see him for Gatekeeper purposes, you probably won't.

To all of you guys complaining or sending me ask after ask stating how you don't like what I am doing. I am going to tell you this and it will not ever change. If you don't like reading this, then don't read. I am not here to write a story for you specifically. You don't like the direction of a work and can't ever broaden your scope of fiction to give it a shot? Then please don't. But to have this kind of messages coming through when literally we are a chapter in? Seriously. The instant gratification is bullshit. I'm going to suspect this is coming from the younger half of my audience who is way too accustomed to a confirmation bias internet algorithm and who has had a very small scope of real life. This is of course not all of the younger crowd but it's starting to seem like a pretty good amount.

I love having conversations with everyone. My discord is always open but most of you anons hide because you are far too scared to come at me with your user name or engage in a conversation feed where more than just me can answer. I mean, you guys send me asks, citing others user names, to call them out through me. It's laughable at this point.

I love having discourse with all of you but I'm not going to keep answering the same thing over and over again and justifying my work when it doesn't need to be justified. This is a small little bit of fiction in a vast sea.

If I sound pissed, it's because I am at this point. And I'm sure I'll get more asks in that are stating they are jumping ship or that they are disappointed in me or what not. I'll delete them and move on with my evening.

To all of you who are here for the ride and just want to experience what I'm writing? Thank you. Fiction is just meant to be a form of entertainment. I am not writing anything profound. To anyone that is looking for something more, move on. I'll see everyone who wants to get mad or saying I'm too harsh, in my inbox, I am sure. Thank god you can block anons.

[bangtannism]

Tkkers are the biggest jkkers there have ever been. They're the very embodiment of yelling "I'm not mad" while punching a hole in the wall. If their moments don't mean anything, why are you so mad? But they know that km's moments are significant which is why they desperately play down their relationship, call it fanservice, foist jm off onto other members (liking shipping ymn), anything to make it not real, because they know as well as we do, that if what km do is real and not scripted fanservice, then it blows apart their romeo&juliet fanfiction. For example, if its all real, then jk was drunk spinning jm and jm gave his best friend's "boyfriend" a hickey, and how would that make sense when tae and jm are still so close and loving on each other? If its real, then jk chose to spend the next 2 years with his "boyfreind's" best friend and not him, and how does that make sense?

The problem with tkkers is that they have built this perfectly insulated little belief system where they believe not in what they see, but in what they don't see, which is a nebulous relationship that supposedly exists only in private (I mean they literally brand tk the private couple). They don't even have to be based in reality or think critically because they've come up with convenient explanations for everything. If tk say something that goes against the tkker narrative, well that was the company forcing them. If they say or do something that supports it, well that was them being bold and fighting back. If interactions with another member don't threaten their ship, then that's fine and cute. If it does, well then that's just fanservice pushed by the company. They decide what is the "truth" based on if it already supports what they believe. I firmly believe there would be almost no tkkers today if they didn't stumble upon tkker accounts and become indoctrinated with the ideology because just watching content, seeing their actions, and listening to the boys talk (and believing them) would never lead you to thinking tk are romantically involved.

If its any consolation though, I do think way more army (not just km shippers) do acknowledge km's relationship being unique or sus at times, they just don't say it as much on tkker dominated spaces like twitter, where even using their duo name gets you branded a shipper and makes them mad. Like here on tubmlr, I've only checked the tk tag a handful of times out of curiosity, but the km posts and blogs seem to get waaay more engagement. Or even on reddit, I've see users make comments "like I hate shippers and I would never actually claim they're together, but km do make me questions sometimes LOL" while tkkers coming in hot with their crazy bullshit get shot down immediately there. Also this is anecdotal, but I wasn't involved in the fandom for a long period because of personal stuff (I still kept up with the member's solo projects though), and I was surprised at how much engagement km fan twt accounts get now or just how many big ones there are. At least from my memory a couple years ago, I don't remember km accounts (not just "shipping" stuff, but also accounts for km moments, etc.) getting as many likes and followers as they seem to have now, so I do wonder if the tides are turning (would make sense given recent events, rumors, etc. for tkkers to lessen imo).

They decide what is the "truth" based on if it already supports what they believe.

that's really the entire crux of the problem, nonny. instead of regularly examining their own beliefs and assumptions based on information as it comes out, they simply figure out how they can fit the information into the belief. the ways they come to their conclusions are filled with so many fallacies that it's usually not even worth addressing because if someone is willing to twist themselves into that many knots over their beliefs then theyre not actually going to listen to logic.

and dont get me wrong, shippers of all kinds do this, but i have never seen it with such frequency and aggression as the tkk crowd. once i saw someone on tiktok claim that jk only ever mentions th on his lives. when they were told that jk does indeed talk about other members on live (they'd know if they watched og content instead of just socmed clips), the person actually refused to believe it. that's not only absurd, but it brings me to my whole conclusion about why tkkrs constantly write off and redefine moments from other pairings (and obviously especially jikook):

if tkkrs took in all the information without trying to fit it into a pre-established narrative, their ship would fall apart. even if we assume that every other pairing in bts is platonic only, tkk does not hold up. the things they do for each other, say about each other, the things others say about them, the amount of time they spend together and activities they do, the way they touch and cuddle and joke, none of it truly stands apart from the rest of their friendships. especially when we take vmn and jikook into consideration. so the only way to make romantic tkk make sense is by simply ignoring or rewriting reality.

they have to imagine that jk only cooks for th, only sings for th, only spends free time with th, only does this that and the other thing for th because if they acknowledge that jk doesn't do these things for th exclusively, what do they have? (also it's really fucking weird that their entire ship seems to hang in the balance on what jk does – they really are so threatened with how jk behaves with jm that they're constantly trying to redirect that attention from jk to th.)

as a jikooker, i am sure you have heard so many of us talk about exclusivity and consistency, and tkk just does not have that. 🤷‍♂️ i enjoy seeing tkk together and i enjoy their friendship but at the end of the day, that's all you can glean from their interactions unless you start making stuff up.

as for engagement from army in general on jikook, i do think that a lot of the time the lack of it comes from fear because fandom culture as a whole has become so volatile towards rps. but why is it that jikook comments are automatically seen as more shippy than ones about other pairings? that's what doesnt make sense unless everyone else is seeing what we're seeing. talking about the "sus" stuff between jikook forces people to acknowledge that it is actually sus and that makes them uncomfortable because nobody wants to be branded a shipper in our current fandom climate.

but yes, imo there has been a turn in tides for jikook within the fandom. i talked about it before that jikook began gaining popularity quickly in 2017 which was then solidified with gcft. i think that the 'jikook wave' so to speak probably won't ebb unless we actually see a shift in their dynamics or they start dating other people. i am really curious to see the state of the fandom and jikookers after military service tbh.

[echoingvoids]

Accidental Romeo and Uncertain Juliet

Revali didn't want to join theater and here he was, with the main role in their current production "Romeo and Juliet". Things get even more complicated when Mipha is cast as Juliet. They have some difficulties to overcome.

<>

Theme: Highschool theater AU, performing "Romeo and Juliet".

Word Count: 6,020

Originally Posted: Feb. 7, 2025

Warnings: multiple descriptions of kissing.

Other: My sister and I decided to read through Romeo and Juliet and got the fun idea of the Champions group doing the play for high school. My sister asked me to write this oneshot, so here it is! I don't know how theater works for something like this. I'm basing things off limited knowledge and how my church has done skits.

Miphvali masterlist requests

<>

He hadn't wanted to join the drama club with the rest of their group, but his mother practically forced him to. Otherwise he wouldn't have been there. And of course, the drama group wanted people to try for the main roles in the most dramatic and ridiculous play known to humankind: Romeo and Juliet.

He had done it as a joke, thinking never in a million years would they cast him as Romeo. He gave it his all, of course, but he made it clear he wasn't interested. He didn't even try for another part, assuming they'd stick him wherever.

They got their scripts back today, with the list of characters. Not even bothering to look at the top of the cast list, he started at the bottom and made his way up, expecting not to be an extra, but maybe Tybalt or something. He frowned when he couldn't find his name anywhere, finally reaching the top. He froze, seeing his name clearly printed at the very top.

𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘: 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝙴𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚠

He sat confused for a moment and then wondered if their director, Miss Sonia, had made a mistake. She must've. He listened to the excited buzz of the other students as he looked to see who Juliet would be.

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚝: 𝙼𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎

Even better. He glanced up, seeing people telling each other who got what roles and he quickly began to scan the list.

𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘: 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝙴𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚠

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚝: 𝙼𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎

𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛: 𝚉𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝙷𝚢𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎

𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎: 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚔 𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎: 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚊 𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚘

𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘: 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍

𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚘: 𝚃𝚎𝚋𝚊 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚗

𝚃𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚝: 𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜: 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎

𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚝: 𝙶𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚏 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎

𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚝: 𝚄𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛

𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎: 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚎 

𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎: 𝚁𝚒𝚓𝚞 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚕

He didn't bother to read the extras list. He sat back, dropping the script onto his lap. No wonder his pamphlet was so big, he had the biggest role in the whole play! Normally he would've been thrilled about something like this, especially since his role was far more important than the oh-so-popular Link Wild's.

But this. This was awful. The most ridiculous, dramatic play known to mankind, a play about love and he had the main part. The part of the dramatic, lovesick fool who kills himself for a fantasy.

Maybe he should've tried out for Mercutio instead of leaving his fate in Miss Sonia's hands. 

And to make things even worse, Mipha was playing Juliet. It came as no surprise to him because she had the sweet, innocent demeanor that was perfect for the role but...

"Revali!" Teba materialized next to him, clapping him on the shoulder. "Congratulations on getting the main part."

Revali shook his head. "This wasn't even supposed to happen. I was mostly bullshitting them, Teba."

"Well clearly you put in too much effort. You're stuck with it now because there's no changing Miss Sonia's mind once its set."

The teenager sighed, running a hand through the loose bits of his hair. "I'd rather sink into the floor and die than be that lovesick fool."

Teba chuckled, clapping his friend on the back again. "Oh look, here comes Juliet."

Mipha was shyly approaching them, absently playing with the edges of her script. "Congratulations on getting Romeo."

He nodded. "Thanks. Good job getting Juliet."

She nodded back, smiling a bit. "I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other now, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess we will," Revali sighed dramatically. "In a very interesting way."

She giggled and he couldn't help but smile back.

This was going to be an experience.

<>

"I want you all to try staying in character even when you're just walking around set," Sonia instructed. "After years of trying this technique, it usually helps people develop into the character they're playing."

Revali sighed. "Do I have to?"

Sonia smiled. "It won't be too hard, I'm sure."

Teba chuckled. "I think she's calling you dramatic."

"Shut up, Teba."

The group dispersed to gather scripts and Urbosa joined the two boys. "Are you ready, Romeo?"

"Don't call me that," Revali grumbled. "This is dumb enough."

"That's not very in-character of you."

"Oh wait right, sorry. One second," he cleared his throat and fell dramatically to his knees. "Oh Juliet! You are fairer than the sun and you teach the torches to shine! Oh! Oh, have I not known love until now?" He flopped dramatically on his back. "Let me give up my life on the most unreliable thing known to mankind--love at first sight!"

He heard clapping and he sighed again, staring at the ceiling a moment before getting up. Link came over with a prop sword. "Good job, Romeo."

"Give me that," he took the sword out of Link's hand, pretending to stab himself with it. "UGH, JULIET IS DEAD! LIFE IS NOT WORTH LIVING!"

"No, Juliet is supposed to stab herself!" Impa called from across the room. "Romeo poisons himself!"

"Oh right, sorry," he tossed the sword to Mipha, who had drifted over, then grabbing his water bottle and taking a dramatic swig out of it. With a sigh and a choking sound, he slid to the floor, landing at Mipha's feet. "Oh, Juliet! Parting is such sweet sorrow!"

A long moment of silence ensued, Revali staring up at Mipha, who was clutching the sword handle with her eyes wide. Then he burst into laughter, causing her to giggle, and the whole cast was soon in an uproar. 

Revali sat up and did a dramatic half bow, looking over to Sonia. "Was that in-character enough for you?"

She blinked in response and Mipha tapped his shoulder. "Wait, lie back down."

He did as instructed and she pretended to stab herself. "Oh Romeo!"

She flopped to the ground like a fish, causing more laughter from everyone. She held the sword so it looked embedded in her side, flopping a bit before she went still.

Revali grinned. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

<>

Mineru, Sonia's sister-in-law, had them start showing up earlier so she could begin altering (or in Daruk's case) making costumes. She was currently pinning up Revali's doublet, sizing up his hair. "We might have to cut your hair for this. I don't think the braids--"

"You will absolutely not cut my hair for a stupid play," he snapped. "I'll find a way to make it work. I doubt the audience cares about Romeo's hair anyways."

Mineru eyed the navy braids skeptically but shrugged. "If you insist..."

"I do insist."

"They're an important part of our culture," Teba explained as he went by, helping Robbie Guardian (who was on the backstage team) carry a large prop. "You can't just cut them off. Unless you're starting a rebellion or something else very serious."

Mineru nodded slowly, moving on when she Mipha emerge from the changing room in one of the pre-existing dresses acceptable for Juliet to wear. "That looks like it fits you well."

"It does," she walked excitedly over to them, holding the front of the dress up slightly. "Its a bit long, but I think it works well!"

"I'll have to tweak the waistline a bit too," Revali turned to look as Mineru analyzed the fit. "You are absolutely tiny, Mipha."

"I know," she blushed a bit, smiling when she noticed Revali looking. "What do you think?"

She did a little spin and Revali couldn't help but smile a bit at her. "I think you look great."

"Heh, thank you. Mineru, should I take it off or..?"

"Just wait a minute. I'm almost done with Revali here and I'll go pin your dress up."

"Okay!"

She skipped off towards Zelda and Urbosa, presumably to show off the dress and Revali found himself watching her leave. Until a needle-like pain pricked him through the side of his abdomen. "Ow."

"You know, if you look at her like that on stage you'll have an excellent performance."

"I beg your pardon? I wasn't--OW you're doing that on purpose!"

"I haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about," she put the last pin in (thankfully not pricking him again) and nodded. "There. And I'm serious, Revali. If you were aware of it or not, you were looking at her like someone in--"

"I have no idea what you're saying," he cut her off, using a version of her own line. "Mipha is my friend and I thought she looked nice. End of discussion. I'll go take this off now."

Mineru simply shrugged, calling Mipha over as Revali stomped to the changing rooms. He hadn't been looking at her like anything. He had simply admired her dress.

He was not in love with Mipha. He didn't fall in love with anyone.

<>

Practice began in earnest and the weeks began to trickle by. Miss Sonia had them simply read through the play several times and then they finally began to practice with motions, going through scene-by-scene. She wanted them as well prepared for the performance in December as possible, and always reminded them to study their lines.

Everything was going smoothly. Despite his moaning and groaning, everyone (even Revali himself) agreed that he really did make an excellent Romeo. Mipha was a perfect Juliet, letting her sweet and innocent nature shine through.

Although there was one scene Revali wasn't exactly looking forward to.

Where Romeo and Juliet meet for the first time. Where they kiss for the first time.

On stage. In front a bunch of students and their parents.

They were practicing that scene this coming Monday and Mipha had yet to say anything about it to him. Maybe she wasn't worried about it. That was fine with him.

Of course, that mindset changed when a very nervous looking Mipha approached him after rehearsal. "Revali?"

He was eating an apple, looking up from his script. "Hey, Mipha, what's up?"

"Hi, uhm..." She twisted her rings nervously on her fingers. "So..."

He raised his eyebrow, calmly waiting for her to work out what she was trying to say. It took her a minute and she was blushing hard. "Uhm...on Monday we're practicing the...meeting scene."

So she was worried. "Yeah, we are. Are you nervous?"

She pressed her lips together, nodding. "I'm...anxious about the kiss."

Fair enough. "You know, Mipha, it won't mean anything. All just acting, right? So you don't have to be nervous."

"I know that, I--" she took a deep breath and with a nervous glance around the room, she leaned closer to him, eyes wide. "I've never kissed anyone before."

He blinked. They were in their senior year and he partially couldn't believe that no one had ever tried to kiss her. She always heard boys pining after her (ew) and it wasn't like she didn't have options. "Are you serious right now?"

The way she nodded completely answered his question. He leaned back in his seat, dropping his script into his lap and rubbing his face. "Well shit..."

"Sorry, I just--" Her face flushed red. "I thought I should let you know."

"Hey, don't apologize, its fine." Revali contemplated the options. He was an exact opposite of her, having kissed plenty of girls in his high school career. All hookups, obviously, but when it came to the act of kissing, he knew a lot more than he ever let on. For good reason.

"I just don't know what to do."

"Alright, look, you have a few options. You could do nothing and just let me kiss you on the practice day or you could find a guy who likes you and convince him to kiss you. Its not like that would be hard," when she wrinkled her nose at the last option, he sighed, looking away. "Okay, this last one is going to sound very weird to you but we could...ugh, you could come by over the weekend and we could...practice or something."

She was pinker than her magenta hair, all the way to the tips of her pointed ears. For a moment he was worried she'd shut down and panic, but she squeaked out, "If you...really don't mind, I--I'd prefer the last one."

Okay. Okay, okay, okay, that was fine. "Yeah, that works. You could swing by tomorrow afternoon if you want. You know where I live."

"Yeah, uhm," she tucked s loose wave of hair behind her ear. "Is anyone...uh, going to be home at your house?"

He shook his head. "My father is on a business trip for two weeks and my mother works all Saturday. So no," he paused. "Would you be more comfortable if someone was there?"

She immediately shook her head, waving her in hands in that nervous little way of hers. "Oh, no, I think I'd actually prefer if no one was there. Don't want anyone getting the wrong impression."

"Absolutely," especially with his track record. His parents didn't care who he brought home or what they were doing but he didn't want Mipha to get dragging into that. "Great, uh, just drop me a text when you're on your way and...yeah. Bring your script, I guess."

"Okay," she nervously wrung her hands. "Uh, I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah."

He watched her hurry over to her stuff, grabbing her bag and disappearing out the door. Link appeared at Revali's side a moment later. "What was that about?"

"Just because we're friends in the play doesn't mean we're friends in real life, Wild."

"Hey, I get that. But Mipha's my childhood friend and she looked awful flustered."

"Don't worry about it. Maybe try asking her yourself," Revali stood, gathering his things. "I'll see you on Monday, Wild."

<>

Mipha had texted him twenty minutes ago and now Revali sat at his kitchen table, a half-eaten sandwich on his plate and his script on his lap. He noticed his leg occasionally bouncing nervously and he tried to force himself to calm down. This was just a practice and this meant absolutely nothing.

So why was he suddenly so nervous? So eager?

The doorbell echoed through the house and he vaguely realized he was out of his chair way too quickly as he scrambled to grab his script. He forced himself to walk slower to the front door, trying to make it look casual when he opened it.

Mipha stood there in a sundress and leggings, which he had come to notice was one of her favorite outfit combinations. She held her script in one hand and she smiled shyly when he met her eyes. "Uhm, hi."

"Hey," he pulled the door open wider. "Come in."

She nodded, stepping inside and setting her bag down while he locked the door. "So, uh, where are we doing this?"

"Guest room," Because there was no way in hell he was taking her to his room. "Come on."

He led her down the hall to the guest room, gesturing for her to enter and leaving the door semi-open behind them. She settled herself on the edge of the bed while Revali scanned the script, open to the part they needed.

He already had it memorized but he was stalling a bit.

Mipha was very fixated on her script too and after a loaded moment, Revali suggested, "Why don't we practice up to the point, starting at the beginning of the exchange between them?"

"O-okay," she stood, placing her skit down and nervously smoothing her dress. "That works for me."

He nodded, offering her his hand which she took. After a moment, he began, "If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:" he hated the next line. "My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

He brought her hand up, bending slightly to press his lips to her knuckles. She blushed pink.

"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrim's hands do touch," she brought his hands together in prayer. "And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"

"Ay, pilgrim," she turned away slightly, like how Sonia had been suggesting she do. "Lips that they must use in prayer."

"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, least faith turn to despair?"

"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."

Revali turned her face to his. "Alright, listen," he murmured. "Just do whatever feels natural to you and we can adjust as needed. Don't be scared. I won't hurt you or do anything."

She nodded, face pink. "Right."

He nodded back, placing a hand on her back. "Then move not while my prayer's effect I take."

Her golden eyes were wide as he leaned towards her. Just when their noses brushed, she shied away, covering her face with her hands. Revali paused, raising an eyebrow. "Mipha?"

"I-I'm sorry! I--I just can't do it!" Her ears were red and he could just imagine the state of her face under her hands. "I'm sorry!"

"Hey, hey, its okay," he sighed, stepping back and running his fingers through his hair. "I can only imagine how much this sucks for you. I certainly wouldn't want this to be my first kiss."

She peeked at him through her fingers and she lowered her hands, face aflame. "Its not you, I promise, its...I don't, maybe it is you, but I'm just...nervous."

"Would it help if you pictured someone else instead of me?"

She thought about that for a moment, before violently shaking her head. "No, that's worse."

"Uhm...you could pretend is not actually happening. Trick your brain into thinking you're dreaming? Surely you've dreamed of kissing someone before."

She blushed anew. "Well, yes, but I don't think that will help either."

Revali pressed his lips together. "I've only got one suggestion for you then. Focus hard on something else. Completely fill your brain with thoughts of that one thing and only that thing. It doesn't matter what it is, just focus on it and you won't think about what you're doing at all."

She thought for a moment, before nodding slowly. "Okay."

"Perfect," he stepped in front of her again, taking her hand in his and positioning his other hand on her back. "Let's start with 'saints do not move'."

"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."

"Then move not while my prayer's effect I take." He stepped a bit closer to her and this time she closed her eyes while he leaned over, his nose again brushing against hers. Their lips finally met and the gasp that left her encouraged him to pull her against him, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her hands landed on the back of his neck, effectively keeping his mouth on hers and their lips began to move.

It was raw, unpracticed, and he found himself loving it despite of what he told himself. This wasn't supposed to mean anything, was only supposed to be acting, and yet he knew they were getting carried away. He was getting completely lost in her, lost in her soft lips and her hands on the nape of his neck and the sigh that escaped her nose.

He forced himself to pull back. Her eyes stayed closed a moment longer and he watched as her lashes fluttered before golden orbs looked up at him. Her face was flushed, lips slightly parted.

Good Hylia. They had completely lost it.

They stared at each other a moment, neither moving to take a step back like they knew they should. After a loaded minute, she asked, "Uhm...how was that?"

"Perfect," he whispered. "Are you sure you've never kissed anyone before? You sure fooled me."

She let out a breathy laugh, flushing crimson all over again. "I assure you, that was the first time. That was..."

Phenomenal was the first word that sprang to mind. "Perfect. Seriously, I don't have any corrections. I think you're just naturally a good kisser."

If she could go any redder, she would've. "Oh, stop it. You made me completely forget my line."

Revali stamped down the prideful response that flared up in him. This kiss was just acting, all for show, and it meant nothing.

Nothing at all.

"And think, we have to say things between and kiss again."

She let out another breathy laugh. "Right. Uhm, I think you say something after the kiss."

"Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." He murmured. 

"Then have my lips the sin that they have took?"

"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."

He took her face in his hands and kissed her again, as directed in the script. This one he kept much more restrained, keeping himself in control instead of whatever animalistic drive that had taken over the first time. 

No one had made him lose composure like that.

She felt more confident now, he could tell by the way her lips moved. They broke apart far sooner than the first time and she announced, "You kiss by the book."

For some reason, he burst into laughter. He threw his head back and laughed and in turn, she began to giggle. "Why are we laughing?"

"I don't know!"

Which just made them laugh more. As their laughter died out, their eyes met and they exchanged a loaded glance. She cleared her throat and took a step back. "Thank you."

"You feel ready for Monday?"

She flashed a smile. "No. But I do feel a touch more prepared. Thank you."

He shrugged. "Don't mention it."

<>

People were gathering in the theater room. Revali was perched on one of Robbie's props, muttering his lines under his breath. 

"Excuse me."

Revali looked up to find the aforementioned Sheikah there. "I need that prop you're sitting on."

"And what if I don't move?"

"I'll set Purah on you."

"Ah yes, your girlfriend."

"I have a girlfriend. Purah's not her."

Revali snorted, standing up and looking around as Robbie dragged the prop to the stage. Most of the students had arrived, but they were missing one key player: Mipha.

"You good?" Teba asked, coming up alongside his friend. "You've seemed spaced-out all day."

"I have not been. I'm fine."

Both of them knew he was lying only one didn't know what had caused the zone-out in the first place. Revali was thinking about Saturday, and in spite of himself, Mipha. He just couldn't seem to forget that kiss, and none of his usual distraction methods were working. He had kissed plenty of other girls but none of them ever haunted him like this.

It was her first kiss. He got to share that. He liked that thought way more than he should.

They were just friends, they were just friends, they were just--

"Has anyone seen Mipha?" Sonia's voice drifted over the buzz of student chatter. "We need to start."

Teba nudged Revali's arm. "Go look for your Juliet, Romeo."

He grunted. "She's probably just late or something."

"Revali." Teba's tone caused him to look at his friend. "Go find her. She's probably really worried about today's scenes and it would probably mean a lot to her if you looked for her."

Revali sighed, heading for the doors and pushing them open, ignoring the questioning looks from some of the students. He looked around a bit and then peeked into the hall leading to the nearest bathrooms.

Mipha was tucked against a wall, looking nervous, and as soon as she noticed him she let an alarmed peep. He raised an eyebrow and with a quick glance over his shoulder, approached her. "What are you doing? We're supposed to start."

"Sorry, um," she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the lights reflecting in her golden eyes. "I got nervous at the last second. Couldn't bring myself to go in there."

"Fair enough," he offered his hand to her. "C'mon. They're waiting for us."

After a moment she took his offered hand, and let him lead her to the theater doors. She let go but before he could open the door, she asked, "How do you deal with the thought of everyone staring at you?"

"With that trick I taught you: I focus. On something, someone, anything that'll distract you from the crowd."

"Right," she nodded slowly, shyly looking up at him. "Can I...focus on you?"

He blinked in surprise. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, if that'll help you absolutely."

"Okay. I...just wanted to ask, because if I'm looking at you too intensely I don't want you to be freaked out."

He smiled. "I appreciate that. Come on, lets go."

They entered the theater room, Sonia immediately gesturing them into their places. They begin to run through the party scene and during Tybalt's angry speech to Capulet, Revali notices Mipha's gaze intensifying on him while they danced. There was small things in her demeanor one would only notice up close, like a slight twitch of her hand or her eyes flickering over his face. 

Their conversation began. Revali found himself focusing more and more on her instead of his usual things, like the lines he was saying or how his hand was moving as he spoke. She was staring back, watching him as she pressed his palms together. "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."

"Then move not while my prayer's effect I take." It was time. He nodded slightly and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as he pressed his lips against hers. They moved so slow, so dramatically compared to the first time and he couldn't tell if he liked it more (he shouldn't like it all. This was his friend).

They parted. "Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." 

"Then have my lips the sin that they have took?"

"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."

They kissed again, his hand sliding into her hair. This was shorter than the first, Mipha pulling back. After a moment, she announced, "You kiss by the book."

"Stop right there!" Sonia announced, standing excitedly and coming onto the stage. "You two. That was beautiful! Anyone could clearly tell how in love the characters were from what you did. Your body language, how close you stood to each other, how you kissed--flawless!"

Mipha was beet red. Revali could feel the back of his neck becoming extremely hot. Sonia nodded. "Do it just like that at the performance and it'll be perfect! The chemistry was undeniable."

She moved on, saying something to Impa that Revali didn't hear. He was so focused on what Sonia had said, on this chemistry they had supposedly infused into the kiss.

But here's the thing--he hadn't even tried to do that at all.

<>

The following weeks were gossip hell.

Someone (he presumed a backstage worker) had spread the word of their "flawless" practice. Everywhere Revali went he was assaulted with overheard whispers and looks. Some people, both boys and girls, went straight up to him and questioned him, much to his embarrassment. 

It was going to be living hell until the performance. 

They began full dress rehearsals. Revali noticed he and Mipha had started interacting less and less until they only spoke to each other when necessary. He assumed it was because of all the rumors flying around, but he was starting to miss joking around with her and doing dramatic little speeches off stage.

"You need to talk to her."

Revali glanced up from his sandwich at Urbosa. It was Saturday and they were doing one of their last dress rehearsals before the performance the following Friday. "Beg your pardon?"

"Everyone's noticed you and Mipha talking less. I'm the only one who's willing to say something to you about it," she sat down next to him on the bench. "Did something happen?"

"No-ugh, I don't know. Probably those stupid rumors," he took an aggressive bite from his sandwich. "Trying to stop more of them from spreading."

"Hey, that's not a good way to live your life. If you go around sacrificing something you want to diffuse rumors, you'll soon find you have nothing at all," she opened her lunchbox, starting on a mushroom skewer. "Since when do you care about what people say?"

"I don't. I care about Mipha though."

"Then go talk to her. She's missing you, I can tell, and if you care about her, you'll go. Screw the rumors."

He sighed. "What if--"

"That wasn't a suggestion," Urbosa nodded. "Go. Tell her the truth."

"And what truth is that?"

She gave him a loaded look. "What truth do you think?"

The truth that he missed her. The truth that he loved the taste of her lips. The truth that he couldn't stop thinking about her and get her out of his head. 

He stood with a sigh, leaving his sandwich behind and approaching her. She sat on a different prop, carefully eating a tuna sandwich over a napkin, trying to evade crumbs on her dress. Her snapped up when she noticed him, watching him sit down next to her. "Hey."

"Hi," she swallowed a bit of sandwich and after a long moment, asked, "Are you alright?"

No, he wasn't. He suddenly found himself aching in an unfamiliar way. Aching for her and he hadn't the slightest clue what to do about it. He cleared his throat. "Look, if it seems like I've been avoiding you, I promise I'm not. I was--I was trying to keep the rumors more toned down because of...well, my reputation and I didn't want you getting mixed up in that."

She blinked, lowering her sandwich to her lap and suddenly taking his hand. "Oh Revali, don't worry about that! I don't care as much about what they say. I'd rather be around you."

He wished they were alone right now. He wanted to tell her the complete truth but here there were too many prying eyes and ears. "Well now I feel like a massive idiot."

"Don't. I really appreciate you thinking of me like that, Revali. Truly."

He nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, no problem. Are you ready for the performance?"

She smiled nervously, picking up her sandwich again. "As ready as I'll ever be."

"Just remember what I told you. Focus on something as hard as you can. You'll forget the crowd," he smirked. "I don't mind if you stare at me."

His line was pushing it a bit but the blush that spread on her face had him wondering if she was just generally embarrassed by it or actually liked it. Oh Hylia help him, this is why he didn't let himself get emotionally involved. He had bigger fish to fry.

A slam made them both jump, and they turned towards the stage to see a shocked Robbie standing over a prop wall that had fallen forward. Purah's voice echoed from somewhere in the room, "Good job, Robbie."

"Hey, I literally did nothing! I was checking the supports to make sure this wouldn't happen!" He bent down, pulling the prop back up. "Isn't it better I figure out it needs adjusting now instead of on opening night?"

"Whatever you want to tell yourself."

Revali sighed, dramatically rolling his eyes and smiled when he heard Mipha giggle.

He was screwed.

<>

It was opening night. Everything they had worked for led up to this. Sonia had given them an encouraging speech and now they were scattered backstage, getting in costume and makeup while Purah checked the props one more time and Robbie settled himself at the soundboard.

Revali was ready. He had his costume on and his stage makeup done. He knew his lines so well he could say them in his sleep.

There was one thing wrong though. He couldn't find Mipha.

After looking around for a few minutes, he found her tucked into a dark corner among some props, nearly hyperventilating. "Mipha!"

Her wide eyes met his and she gasped, "I'm scared. I'm suddenly really scared and I don't know why!"

"Hey. Hey, look at me," he took her face in his hands. "Take deep, slow breaths. You're cutting off the oxygen to your brain which is just making your panic worse."

She inhaled sharply. It wasn't exactly a calming breath but it was far better than the short and shallow breathing from mere seconds before. "What if I mess up on stage in front of everyone?"

"You're not going to, I know it."

"How do you know that?"

"Because you're so talented. You're incredible and you are Juliet," he let out a breathless laugh. "You're my Juliet. Who doesn't shy away from things because they're scary or considered wrong by everyone else. She's strong and loving and I know she can do anything."

She was staring at him, breathing slower. "You mean it?"

Goddess, he was in deep. "Every word. You will awe them all. I know you do that to me every single day."

Now wasn't the time for a confession, but these words were tumbling out of his mouth without checking with his brain first. He rubbed his thumbs over her cheeks. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she grabbed his arms, gripping him like a lifeline. They had twenty minutes, maybe, until the crowds would show up and maybe thirty-five minutes tops before they had to be on stage.

Mipha's eyes opened. "Revali?"

"I'm here, Mipha."

She squeezed his arms lightly and without a word, leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his. They stood like that for a long moment, her breathing finally even, staring at each other. "Don't let me go."

"I'll have to eventually."

"Then hold me in your thoughts."

"You're always in my thoughts, Mipha. Every single day."

She pulled back and stared at him and Revali's heart dropped. He had overstepped, he had screwed it up, he had--

She surged forward, grabbing his collar and dragging him down, caught his lips in a rough kiss. His eyes immediately closed, his hands still holding her face as their lips moved against each other. Feeling bold, her lightly bit her bottom lip, tugging her mouth open slightly and relishing the gasp this pulled from her. 

This kiss was wild, uncontrolled, and conveyed desperation he had never felt before. Pulling her mouth open was akin to opening a floodgate and her tongue fought with his, making a muffled hum resonate from his throat.

He tilted her head, hearing her gasp in the gap before they interlocked again. He had completely lost control of himself, kissing her in a way he had never kissed anyone else before. It felt...incredible.

His lungs threatened to explode and he reluctantly pulled back, breathing hard. She was fighting to regain air, looking at him with hooded eyes and swollen lips. After a long moment, he rested his forehead against hers again and they stood like that for a long moment.

"That," she breathed. "Was not kissing by the book. That threw the book out the window."

He chuckled, swallowing thickly. "I'm sure it exceeded expectations."

Her eyes opened fully, looking at him with an emotion he couldn't quite figure out. "You always do."

"Well, well," Urbosa's voice made Mipha jump and Revali's head whip over so quickly his neck popped. "I think I can gather what's happening here from the way you two are standing. Trying to get some extra practice in, hm?"

Mipha made some sort of strangled noise and Revali scowled at the taller woman. "I swear to the Goddess, you say one word to anyone and I'll--"

"Relax, whatever you two are hiding is safe with me. Curtain's up in ten minutes and Sonia's looking for you frantically. Be grateful I found you and not her."

"Of course. We'll be right there," Mipha watched Urbosa leave, her face aflame. "Well. I suppose we should go then."

"I guess so," Revali smiled. "Are you ready to wow everyone?"

"As ready as you are," they began walking through the props, back towards everyone else. "As much as I'd like you to, don't kiss me like that on stage."

"Are you sure? It would probably really add to the experience."

"You might get in trouble with the teachers. And besides, that wouldn't be kissing by the book."

"Hm, alright, but only because I'd much rather kiss you like that in private. Away from prying eyes."

He could tell she was fighting a blush as they emerged from the maze of props, receiving instant quizzing from Sonia and knowing looks from Urbosa.

<>

The play was such a success that on the final night, a local newscaster came and did a live broadcast of the whole thing. Not once did Mipha freeze up or forget her lines and people said that the way the two actors looked at each other truly showed the love Romeo and Juliet shared.

When interviewed by the news reporter after the play, Revali was asked how he made his performance so convincing. His response was a shrug and a cryptic reply of, "You focus on one thing. Something that makes you forget everyone and everything else is there and you just do."

Mipha's response to the same question was to blush and she couldn't formulate enough words to respond.

After high school, the two enrolled in a renowned college for the performing arts and they did Romeo and Juliet yet again, receiving just as many compliments about their chemistry as before.

[psychiatristtriangle]

Can you please talk about your current fandoms and why you like them???

Okay, alright

Let's start

1) Tolkien Legendarium (since February 2024)

I'm a linguistics, most likely philology nerd and this man created TONS OF LANGUAGES just for he got bored and wrote an creation myth to his OC's

I love the whole Arda in general, it doesn't matter which time the story takes place or where it takes place

However my favourite time period of all is between Y.T 1495 and F.A 590

I even made a whole presentation about The High Kings of Ñoldor in literature class and I got an 100 🙂

2) DC Comics (since 2022(partially 2015-2016))

DC is a total mess.

Completely, it is a mess when you're both trying to watch something or read something

No order, no logical explanations, everything is in chaos

God, I love it

Especially Batfam

This city and family is full of angst and tragedy

They're full of traumas, yet family chaos, psychological issues and tons of responsibilities which shouldn't be on their shoulders

I adore them

Jason and Tim are my babies and that's all thanks for listening to me

3) Marvel Cinematic Universe (Infinity Saga+some of phase 4 series) (since 2021(partially 2015-2016))

First of all I'm a #teamstark

And this was the top of my teenager obsessions at one time

MCU has an order, everything is planned and on a plane

If you're interested in this you easily may connect so many dots and understand a whole

I loved MCU for its domestic and friendly vibes

4) Shakespeare Tragedies (since April 2023)

I'm a theater kid, really

I'm in the theatre club of my school and I've been in 5 or 6 plays since 2023 and by the next week, I'll be performing a play in Arabic which is my 3rd language.

I love reading theatre texts and especially Shakespeare, for his chaos and tragedies.

Hamlet, King Lear, Romeo and Juliet, Othello, Macbeth, Julius Caesar and many other

I really love tragedies

5) Jujutsu Kaisen (since July 2024)

This is totally because of my bff who was currently obsessed with it at that time.

God, I love tragedies and domestic stuff at the same time, I know BUT WHAT GEGE DID WAS UNFAIR

I'm kinda traumatised by the end of it

6) Harry Potter (since May 2019)

I don't even follow or do stuff about this but this was the first fandom which I got in contact with real people instead of myself again.

So it's here

7) Gravity Falls

It is a classic at this point. Same things with 6

8) Heathers the Musical (since June 2023)

I LOVE musicals. Me myself is kinda musical and this was the very first musical I've ever watched and also it was the first video which I didn't watch with Turkish subtitles

Full of chaos, teenage bullshit, musical numbers and also CHAOS

Hehe

9) Hazbin Hotel

Also a musical, same with 8

10) Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir

Tragedical issues, same with 4-5

•

•

•

Those are my fandomish fandom if you ask,

However I'm not sure my current and newest obsession can be counted as a fandom

~Football~ (since June 2024(partially 2015-2018, 2020-2022))

I'm a Beşiktaş supporter

I've always known something about football but I was younger than and when I was preparing for big exams in my life, I put aside football.

This year I turned back with EURO2024 and I really was thinking of stopping it there but because of boredom and some gossiping issues I started to consume things with football once again in July and I'm sure it was a fault by these two months that we have passed

Beşiktaş may be getting too tiring, you know?

And being obsessed with football is not so easy especially if the management of your favorite team is in terrible chaos

It is also tiring if your national team is in kind of a chaos too

[affectiondeficitdisorder]

NOBODY WANTS THIS... least of all me

by Ethlie Ann Vare

Funny story. Back in my hopeless romantic days, I was always writing love stories. Sometimes this was hard to do, as I was pigeonholed as an “action-adventure” screenwriter. So I would write a cop show and have the detective fall in love with a suspect, or a victim. The con man had to fall for his mark. The bounty hunter fell for his prey. When I wrote for the science fiction series Gene Roddenberry’s Andromeda, I had a space ship fall in love with another space ship. Seriously. They were the ship’s android AI avatars caught in a Romeo and Juliet story called, naturally, Star-Crossed. 

I just watched it again; it’s available on free TV channels like Pluto, Tubi and Philo. It’s not bad, if you can stomach VFX circa 2001. But boy, can you tell it was written by a love addict! Everybody is horny for everybody, and love is always at first sight. “When I look at you, my breath catches in my throat and my heart swells in my chest until my ribs hurt,” says Gabriel, the handsome humanoid avatar of one spaceship. “I don’t want to live without you.”

They kiss. Romantic music plays. They kiss some more. They Matrix themselves into the mainframe and have virtual sex. “I’ve never felt like this before and I don’t want it to end,” says Rommie, the beautiful humanoid avatar of the other spaceship. They pledge their intention to give up their livelihoods, if not their lives, for one another within hours of that first kiss. 

Now, I don’t want to say my dialog did it — as sincere as it was at the time, what with me being so enmeshed in my fantasies of true love — but the actors playing the lovesick avatars, Lexa Doig and Michael Shanks, ended up falling in love themselves. They’re still married to this day. It was a real life Hollywood Ending. 

Lexa and Michael, if you read this… you’re welcome. 

But I’m not the lovesick puppy I was in 2001. If anything, I have become the anti-Hollywood Ending lady. I’ve written magazine articles about it. There’s a chapter in LOVE ADDICT: Sex, Romance and Other Dangerous Drugs about it. I’m the one warning you that a romcom for a love addict is like a Budweiser ad for an alcoholic: It makes something look really, really good that has the potential to be really, really bad. The beer commercial shows the pretty people in the bar laughing, not the drunk puking in the bathroom the next morning. The romcom shows the meet-cute and the wedding chapel, not the bruised lady filing a restraining order six months later.

Which is why I had to be dragged like a dog to the groomer to Netflix to watch Nobody Wants This, the hit series about the star-crossed mismatch between a handsome young rabbi and a sex and relationship podcaster… a blonde, not remotely Jewish podcaster. They’re not exactly the AI avatars of opposing warships, but close enough.

I didn’t want to like it. I really didn’t. But I did. So why did this work for me when I am so resistant to the cultural trope of the romcom? Probably because the series is written by an actual shiksa who is married to an actual rabbi. It feels real because it’s about real people, who are honest and open with each other and confront their feelings like real people, just with snappier quips. 

“My biggest fear is a bad facelift,” says Joanne, “but I think I'm realizing an even bigger fear is this: that I will become emotionally dependent on a guy who will one day realize that I'm too much and break my heart.” Who hasn’t felt like that? (Not the facelift part, dear one. You are perfect and will never age.)

You know the old line “love means never having to say you’re sorry?” It’s bullshit. Lovers are not mind readers. These guys apologize all the time. They make mistakes, they take responsibility for their mistakes, they make amends, they move forward. What a concept!

Kristen Bell plays the smart, funny, wildly insecure agnostic Joanne; Adam Brody plays the sensitive, spiritual, emotionally available rabbi Noah. The series was created by Erin Foster, wife of Rabbi Simon Tikhman. And while I’m sure she never crossed herself in synagogue like Joanne does — actually, I can’t imagine any adult living in Los Angeles being that clueless — Foster is using the stuff of real life to make her comedy. 

She’s using her own marriage. She’s using her creative relationship with her real-life sister. And I suspect she’s using the lessons she learned from watching her dad, music industry powerhouse David Foster, marry and divorce five times, give or take a time. (Yes, his current wife is younger than his daughter. Yes, I used to play a gossip on E! Entertainment Television’s The Gossip Show.) The relationships in Nobody Wants This feel healthy. These days I like healthy, especially when it’s funny.

In the chapter of LOVE ADDICT where I talk about the way pop culture glorifies love addiction (and I was part of the problem!), I wrote: “I’m not lobbying for pop songs with lyrics like ‘Oh, baby, I love the way you communicate’ and ‘Rock me with your integrity, daddy, all night long.’” But maybe there’s a place for that, too. As long as it has a good beat and you can dance to it.

Nobody Wants This has been renewed for a second season. I will be watching. Join me.

[theimpossiblescheme]

Back on my Adapting Twelfth Night For My Own Production bullshit, and I'm remembering one of the oldest bits of Shakespeare Discourse(TM) outside of whether Romeo and Juliet is actually satire (it's not)--the "Be not afraid of greatness..." line. Some say it's just a dick joke, some say it's not, and honest to God you're both right.

Because that line shows up in the play twice.

The first time, it's in a letter supposedly written from Lady Olivia to Malvolio, her head of household who harbors a secret crush on her. Here's the context of the line:

If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them...

Here, it basically means, "Don't be intimidated by the fact that I'm of higher social status than you--you may very well achieve that status yourself someday." So, inspired by this, Malvolio proceeds to dress up in the gaudiest way possible, go find Olivia, and make a move on her. And he manages to make Olivia rather uncomfortable in the process, coming on way too strong and responding to pretty innocent questions with double entendres ("Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?"/"To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee.") So when he quotes her supposed letter back to her, specifically the "Be not afraid of greatness..." bit, he absolutely means it as a dick joke.

Say what you will about ol' Billy Shakes, but he did not let a good possible innuendo go to waste.

[yours-etc]

Pancakes For Dinner

Short little ficlet based on this song <3

Pt. 1, Pt. 2 (coming soon)

————————————

Eddie is pacing his living room back and forth back and forth back and forth back and—

“Dude will you sit down you’re making yourself more stressed!!” Chrissy yells at him from their couch. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me Chris, I'm a writer this is what I do! So why is it so fucking hard to write a best man speech for my best friend, besides you of course Chris” Eddie adds to the end in quickly to cover his ass. 

“probably because you’ve been in love with him since high school eds! And you need to tell him, because if you don’t he will marry that stupid rich bitch his mommy set him up with who he’s only marrying to make her happy and because he thinks he has no shot with you! And somewhere down the line probably 6-10 years in they’ll get a terrible divorce and he’ll have an early midlife crisis and buy a boat or a condo in Florida. he’s settling and he knows it and you are ignoring it.” 

Eddie stops in his tracks and looks at Chrissy. they grew up together, practically siblings. eddie’s mom nannied for her family and eventually, Eddie was born and so was Chrissy. Raised together like siblings as Chrissy was the youngest of 3 sisters who were all moved out by the time Chris could walk. she has been here through every broken bone (4), every school play (6), a gay crisis, and one big fat crush on his guy best friend.

Steve and Eddie meet in freshman year English class. well, not Eddie’s freshman year, Steve’s. Eddie was two years older than Steve and so ended up being his English tutor to get extra credit in his own lit class. Eddie was smart, he just hated school. And yeah he repeated senior year twice making him and Steve graduate at the same time, but they both got the same degree in the end. 

“I just don’t get it!” Steve would yell about Romeo and Juliet and Huckleberry Finn and Frankenstein and Dracula and pretty much any book he had to read…

Eddie would always smile and say “Don't worry steve-o, that’s what I'm here for”

Eventually tutor sessions turned into to hang out sessions turned into smoke sessions turned into crashing on one another’s couch. and yeah they’ve woken up a few times in… not totally platonic positions, but they were high and half asleep, no one could be blamed, so they didn’t talk about it. but Eddie and Chrissy did. 

“Chris he doesn’t like me like that!” Eddie finally says responding to her. 

“Bullshit! If he’s not in love with you then Robin and I are a straight couple!”

“That doesn’t make sense—“

“Shut up it doesn’t matter. how about you write two speeches. one where you pore you’re heart and soul out to him declaring your undying gay love, and then write the one that’s appropriate to say at his wedding. I would say just tell him now, but you know it’s your life, all I know is you need to get it off your chest one way or another.”

She was right. Eddie kissed her on the head and walked to his room and locked the door. 

————————————

Eddie didn’t even make it two steps into the bar before Lucas, Dustin, Mike, and Will, some kids Steve started babysitting in high school to make some extra cash who grew up to be both of their favorite gaggle of kids, cornered him by the door. 

“so what are you going to do?” Dustin asks

Eddie looked at all four of them, “I plan to get him shitfaced, hold his hair back when he eventually throws it all up, and have the perfect hangover cure for him waiting in the morning so he can… make it down the aisle.” 

Mike rolls his eyes, “You know that’s not what we are talking about.”

“We are talking about you stopping Steve from marrying the Richie Bitch!” will whisper yells. 

The envelope in Eddie’s coat pocket suddenly weighs about 100 tons. He didn’t know why he brought it. The letter is about three pages long with lots of chicken scratch and eraser marks, but it’s all of Eddie on paper. And maybe he’ll give it to Steve, maybe he won’t. He hadn’t quite decided yet. “What makes you think I can stop him?” Eddie asks. 

“Because you’re the only one he listens to, besides Robin, but even she’s getting desperate!” Lucas pipes in. 

“Guys, I’ve tried, We’ve all tried. He’s not budging, all we can do is be there for him through all of it. Eventually, it will crash and burn but until then, we put on fake ass smiles and we are happy for him.” Eddie says addressing all of them, “Now I’m going to grab a table, order a round of drinks, and I expect all of you to just focus on making Steve’s party the best part it possibly could be.”

He shoved past them to grab a booth, set his jacket down, and went to the bar. And yeah he downed a couple, maybe a few, okay a handful of shots, for confidence, that's all. The longer he sat there the more he wanted to pull his hair out individually by each strand. He knew he couldn’t let Steve go through with it, but he didn’t want to lose Steve completely, because that would break him. Like completely and totally shatter him into a million pieces that would get scattered into the wind. And yes, Eddie was aware of how cliche he was starting to sound. 

Eventually, he made it back to the table with a round of drinks for everyone, Steve walked in looking, well looking gorgeous. It’s like that moment in the movies where the whole room disappears and it is just the two main characters. There’s a love song playing, except this is a crowded dive bar and they are playing some Zeppelin song that Eddie can’t take the time to name because Steve walks in with too tight a shirt and too tight pants and Eddie is only a man. 

And suddenly the envelope in his pocket is not only 100 tons but also on fire.

————————————

Pt.2 coming soon...

[avonsdrabbles]

Hi! I seem to have rambled on to your blog

Weird question! How did you get into (if you ever did) examining and taking apart literature?

For us it's Merlin BBC cuz nothing new has come out for it in over a decade. It's 5 seasons long but at some point you just run out of content but yk, still wanting to talk about it we started drawing on narrative themes picking apart and inspecting the dialogue to figure out each character's intention. I'm glad to say it held up really well

& we're asking people whom have interacted with the degree that forces literature upon you how they started cuz it's interesting

On ask? On my main? It's more likely than you'd think--

Anyways, hi, love the snakes, love the planet, love the ask! It's unsurprisingly a little complicated for me, so bear with me.

I knew I liked English in middle school, but that wasn't dissecting text, that was writing. But that's where a love for language formed, and I started writing more and more. Back then, tho, I HATED dissecting literature, because it felt so pointless. "What did the author mean by this?" I don't know, I can't ask them, Margie! Ugh.

But then, I had the worst English teacher in my entire life in high school. She was, simply put, batshit. She rambled on and on about how fairies were going to take her soul and stole kids things, how cameras were the work of the devil and could also take your soul, how English would heal people's souls...

Really obsessed with souls ngl. Bit weird.

Anyways -- she was god awful. And she changed the curriculum multiple times so we could read what she wanted. The year I was supposed to read Romeo and Juliet, we read Midsummer Nights Dream instead. And by god, everything this woman said pissed me the fuck off. SHE FOCUSED ON THE IMABS? IMABIC PENTAMETERS???? I'm sorry, woman, can we discuss the puns here?! Can we discuss the authorial context of Shakespeare making this play within a play something commoners could enjoy while mocking nobility and the scandals at play, while (sorry, foaming at the mouth in rage and lust over literature).

Needless to say, I dove straight in. I'm one of the lucky ones who could understand Shakespeare without trying. It didn't take any energy on my part to parse the iambs, and I found a lot of beauty in the poetic nature of it all.

The next year, I was ready to fight, but I promptly had the best English teacher of my entire life, the one who taught me more about teaching than anyone else, and who I cite as the reason I became an English teacher. And she really fucking opened my eyes to the intricacies of subjectiveness in English. See, I'm a very stubborn person, and I'm very my-way-or-the-highway. I used to be very mathmatically inclined because there's only one right answer. Sure, you can get that answer a lot of different ways, but only one thing is right. English frustrated me because it seemed like I could say any fucking bullshit and have someone nod and say "Profound."

This is the teacher that taught me that's a feature, not a bug.

Through a little something called Waiting For Godot.

It is, by far, the worst play I've read. It's also my favorite. What sort of 10th grader gets to read an analysis of God that features pet play BDSM? THIS one. (This was also outside of the standard curriculum, but it was the end of the year, so all bets were off I guess).

This was the play where we dove in, read it, and without any discussion of the play, had to write an essay about the theme the author was presenting. All of us felt so lost. The symbolism didn't make any sense. There seemed to be no theme, beyond maybe "Waiting for someone who will never come is painful."

And then, the day before we had to write the essay... We had a substitute, following her lesson plans, and he was one of my favorite SEIAs (special ed instructional assistants). He was the exact same level of batshit as I am.

He SLAMMED his hand on the whiteboard, stared at us as we looked back in shock, and screamed, "ABORTION." He then went into a 40 minute diatribe about how the author of the text was very clearly explaining pro-life VS pro-choice mentality, leaning pro-life, but conversely making a pro-choice argument through the use of the discussion of Christian free will. He used sources. He used text evidence. By the end of the talk, all of us were nodding, clapping, acknowledging that he HAD to be correct!

And he stopped, stared at us, and laughed. "That was all bullshit."

He'd pulled it all out of his ass. And it made perfect sense to us all.

That's when I figured out that literature is what YOU make of it. Literature is all about interpretation; sure, there's tropes to follow that help guide our interpretations, but at the end of the day, words mean whatever you think they mean.

THAT'S what got me into lit analysis.

(And, oddly, homestuck)

[bloopdydooooo]

i'm asking you abt your version of hamlet but you have to ask me about wtnv ghosts OR kris dreemurr, deal?

for this, i will ask you about both.

(it got too long i hid it under the read more)

ANYWAYS i had a breakthrough like. ten minutes ago cause i was thinking about how i'd put a spin on hamlet. cause i was talking w my director for romeo & juliet a while back and he said how important it is in shakespeare to have something that makes your production just a little special a little unique so people will keep coming to see it. if it's the same plays over and over presented w the same contexts and worlds and everything, no one will want to see it. (i mean i would but i'm. uh. abnormal). and i've been agonizing over what my spin on hamlet would be, were i to direct it (an idea which has taken control of my brain and will not let me go. this has become my dream in life and i'm literally an actor not a director). point is i found it.

i was thinking about Shitty College Kids hamlet and then i was suddenly struck w the passing thought of crime family. and then it kept coming back. and i think i might be a genius. hear me out:

hamlet's family, the royal family of denmark, is actually a crime family. gertrude may be the one who technically runs the show but really she's a mob wife she doesn't exactly make use of her power, instead letting her husband do it. her husband claudius, who has hamlet sr. killed and then marries his sister in law (the kind of wild bullshit i can imagine happening in a mafia movie, of which i have watched none (but will for research)) so he can take control of the family business. it adds a darker, grittier level to basically everything in the play; taking them from high society – royalty, even – to a shady crime family, and fits perfectly with my vision of the play: i crave violence in hamlet, and i think he deserves some blood and gore. its enrichment for him. with a modern take we can give him a gun to kill polonius with, shooting him through something more significant than a curtain (i wouldn't do a mirror obviously but hamlet (2009) i fucking love you for that) and the stakes are all heightened when bullets get involved. plus it really pushes the whole bit where hamlet is sent off to england (and would, i guess, be someone else's territory?), because in this everyone would know he was going to his death. there would be no naivety, no shock horror when he says he was sent to his doom, just people standing by and watching as this kid is sentenced to death. 5.2 is a knife fight, quick and dirty and scrappy – none of the class of a rapier duel – and it raises the stakes a lot. there are rules and regulations in swordfighting, not so much in a rage fueled knife fight. hamlet, in the end, stabs his uncle with either his or laertes' blade but im thinking his. there is no poison it is just a brutal, bloody slaughter. it gives me the darkness and violence i've been hungering for but were harder to push for in the context of a castle, of high society. they still have the power, the influence, but they're taken to a place where i can have all the grit my heart desires without it feeling out of place.

it also makes relationships between characters so much more interesting. hamlet, for example, is still a scholar, a highly emotional college kid who talks in flowery prose and has a passion for theater, but now he's supposed to be inheriting the Family Business and not a kingdom, where all his gayboy bullshit wouldn't be very out of place. it pushes him further as an outsider, as someone that people would turn against, would throw to the wolves. who does that make horatio? hamlet's friend from school, maybe tangentially related to the family but only really through hamlet? how about ophelia? daughter of the councilor to the 'king', is she actually someone that they would want hamlet to marry? and what to make of laertes, who seems to abandon denmark for france? he comes back and is almost instantly accepted back into the inner circle despite having requested leave and happily departed, is claudius gunning for him to take hamlet's place as next in line? rosencrantz and guildenstern? clearly hamlet's friends from within the business they're also at his university, did they follow him there or did they all happen to find themselves in the same place? we're there greased palms to get them in? what about hamlet? and gertrude! the family line ascends through her, it must or claudius wouldn't need to marry her to get the power, but she shows no real desire to exercise it, even when her son is in danger. what's her deal, what's her story? she must have one, she's a fascinating person.

tl;dr the version of hamlet i've been craving is apparently a mob boss au. and you know what? it's awesome.

also. consider the costuming opportunities. they are infinite, and they are fabulous.

i have so many more thoughts but sadly it is 3am and they will not all form properly so i will leave it at this

[shittalkerxox]

So, I use my tumblr drafts as a note app pretty much (because I dont like my notes app on my phone) but sometimes I will get distracted by something and will jot something down and then never come back to it, and I was cleaning our my drafts and I wanted to share some of this bullshit because it is ridiculous.

I have zero idea what this is about. None. Clearly, I wasn't that obsessed. Also, why the hell have I started a word and not finished it?? I can assure you, nothing in my life is that urgent that I need to leave a word unfinished.

Again, I have no clue. At least I finished this one (maybe??) I haven't ever read Romeo and Juliet, so I'm not sure why I would ever have such strong opinions about it. Who knows.

Rather cute, but I don't remember who I wrote this about or what I intended to do with it. I don't really write ship stuff, so really, this confuses me to all hell.

Apparently, I was feeling philosophical? I can't remember what I saw that was so bad that I felt the need to write this down or what gave me the idea that humans are naturally kind. Grammer is decent, though, so that's good.

I'm... okay. I can't even explain this one.

[darkcrowprincess]

Fair warnings to Harry Potter fans that follow me:

I'm a snape and marauders fan. I like both get over it.

I hate Ron and Ginny Weasley as characters and love interests.

I'm very anti jk rowling but still a harry potter fan. I just the series is my everything.

I'm a drarry fan with a soft spot for harmony/harmione. But overall drarry is my otp

I'm a slytherin on the inside while looking like a hufflepuff on the outside.

Slytherin and proud of it. Just because your a Slytherin doesn't make you dark and evil and I'm living proof.

Dumbledore was the real villian all along but I appreciate his character. Have a love hate relationship with Dumbledore. Sometimes I hate him. Sometimes I love him. But one things for sure he's got style and terrible taste in men.

Luna Lovegood is my spirt animal.

I love Emma Watson version of Hermione more so than the books. Just Emma is such a wonderful actress and I love her. Her version of Hermione feels more true to me than Jk Rowlings, which basically feels like a self insert version of herself looking back now. Overall Emma is and will always be my Hermione Granger.

Reminder, again drarry is my otp, I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers trope.

Reminder I love Severus Snape. He is one of my favorite characters.

Reminder I also love the marauders.

The gryffindor and slytherin feud is so stupid and I headcanon that Salazar and Godric were lovers.

Dracos dad was an abusive asshole.

Draco deserves a redemption arc.

Draco is a mama's boy, and has a badass mom.

Narcissa and Lily probably would have bonded over their firce love and protectiveness over their sons, that's my headcanon and I'm sticking to it.

I ship jegulus.

I also ship snily.

In general I just love gryffindor x slytherin forbidden love pairings. Give me that romeo and juliet level drama bullshit that I'm always a sucker for.

I'm all for the family drama that is the Nobel and most ancient house of black. It's fucking hilarious and gives me vc andrews vibes and I love the drama. Wizards witches magic and old money family drama! I love it!

I love Voldemort as a villian. He is the best villian ever. I headcanon him as not believing in the pure blood bullshit though. Voldemort hates muggles of course. But he doesn't buy into that bullshit. Plus Voldemort only cares about power and himself. Easy way to get followers, pretend to care about those beliefs. That's my opinion and how I see the character.

I hate the Christian religious symbolism in harry potter that I can spot now that I'm older. And 100% ignore it. Love aus that explore into dark and gray magic. Bringing pagan or other other Wiccan type magic beliefs into harry potter aus to explore is always my favorite.

All witches and magic movies, cartoons and shows are just all connected to me in the harry potter universe. Its a multiverse of witches and I'm loving it.

[tequitoclown]

I have listened to this video a few times. It's the credits theme to Akira (1988). I just now scrolled to the comments and read the fucking description. This is the best, most aggressive thing I've ever read.

(Long, angry description below the cut.)

I bought the DVD back in 2018 and got the idea to edit some of the OST in the film a short Music Video.

Copied the file and edited it on my FREE Da Vinci Resolve 16 Editing Software.

I really don't fucking care if I got demonetized, really, I'm not even here to make money,

This is my second channel anyway so go ahead claim my fucking video, Make money off of this or whatever the fuck you usually do to even ORIGINAL content creators, Just don't fucking remove this video from your half-asses copyright detector bullshit.

Like it's a 1988 Film it's just ridiculous,

Even the Romeo and Juliet copycats play that was initially made in the 1500s could get their own copyright.

How the fuck can't I get a Fair-Use excuse?

Anyway, personally, I don't believe this shit really gets brought up in the US Courts I mean come on, I'm halfway across the fucking continent.

What the fuck are you going to do if it were somehow proven to violate the copyright law? Delete my channel? I could get another one. Send US Marines across the ocean just to imprison a fucking boy who just uploaded a fucking video on youtube?

Get a grip on yourselves you fucking clowns.

I REALLY, don't need to provide my "Rationale" excuses for your bitch-ass conglomerate sissies, In fact, it should be you whom I should question your rationality.

Are you really going to remove this fucking video? Less than 5 minutes Music Video with no bloody fucking view made by yet another insignificant person in your whole fucking Scamming Empire? Think about it will you?

and uhh, while you're at it I must go to take care of some BUSINESS,

Because unlike YOU what so-called HUMAN who claimed to have a full-time JOB,

My profession actually provides a REAL impact on the society of which you live in,

Of which people that served you on the McDonald Drive Thru,

Of which people that sent your package you bought online,

And of which of those people that working their asses off during this Global-Fucking-Pandemic.

So here's my conclusion in case you have a short attention span, (Assuming you have one to begin with.[which is very fucking unlikely.])

FUCK YOU, Yeah? FUCK YOU. And your fucking Copyright System, Policies, your MONEY-MAKER PUPPETS those called themselves "CREATORS" With their Perfectly-Crafted-Informative-Totally-Not-A-Clickbait Videos that YOU COUSIN-FUCKERS put your AD on. (So you can make money off of that Hell-Hot Fucking GARBAGE, ain't you sneaky BASTARDS.) FUCK YOU. Your whole, FUCKING, Empire. Fuck. you.

[asktherdmcrew03]

(Bear): Ooo~ I see we now have a blog to ourself"s *giggles cutely* I wonder how many people would ask us questions..

(Hilda): I hope theres some for me..im interested into some handsome boys~

(Punk): How are we not surprised... YOU DONT SHUT UP ABOUT IT!!

*Hab just cover his ear while Punk yelled at Hilda*

(Calypso): Punk lower the volume a bit.. please your scaring Hab

(Punk): *sighs* Fiiiine

(Hobo): So, what was the point of this post? I'm very confused

(Bear): I don't knooow I just stol- I mean borrowing Death's Phone..So I decided to post something..

(Hobo): What's with you and peoples phones...first you stole mine then you stole Hilda's..now Death's..do you not have your own phone?

*Bear was extremely silent*

(Punk): It's probably a hobby he has of stealing peoples shit..

*Bear stares at Punk for a bit*

(Punk): It's the truth man..no need to be slick about it..

*Hab giggles*

(Bear): I'm actually surprised you didn't noticed anything weird from your closet~ *giggles evilly*

(Punk): Teddy..What did you do..

(Bear): You'll see when you find out~ *giggles evilly*

*Calypso whispered to Punk*

(Calypso): I actually watched them stole a few things from your room..

(Punk): I'm honestly not surprised at this point Calypso..

*Bear chuckles evilly*

(Bear): Good luck finding them~

(Punk): I'm just not gonna fucking bother with his shit..

*Punk walks away*

(Bear): Aww ..He always ruins it for me..But I love his anger..Hehehe~

(Hilda): I'm so glad no one simps for you..

(Bear): I'm not into the Romeo and Juliet bullshit anyway... I'm more into the Halloween murders~

(Hilda): well no shit sherlock..

*Death in the next room "Hey has anybody seen my phone? I swear I left it here.."*

*Bear evilly chuckles*

(Death): Let me Correct myself.. Teddy do you have my phone..

(Bear): Nooo~

(Hobo): They do have your phone Death!!

(Bear): DAMIT HOBO!!!

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

He got his phone back after(serenity)