#Just saw the 16 announcement and like… What is the change here if you have a 14 Pro/14 PM or above already?

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Apple is really out here making the same fucking phone the past two years now in a row and still calling it a “new” phone. I have to laugh.

[hana-no-seiiki]

REJECTION

YANDERE! IDOL! OC! (EVE) x IDOL! READER BLURB (ft. new ocs!)

Before we start, I’m excited to announce that I’m finally starting an HNSVerse webtoon/comic series w/ our starting story ( being the one Eve/Jisoo is featured in ) Love ♡ Multiplied ! Invasion of Your Heart this fall. Hope to see you guys during its release ehe.

If you’re new to my blog, go ahead and check the tag hns.eve for more works of him, or check out my master list.

Without further ado, here’s Eve’s first ‘solo’ fic! Enjoy!

warnings: yandere themes (obsessive love, violence, unreliable narrator). mentions of alcohol abuse/alcoholism. incel/nice guy jisoo. profanity.

status: unedited

©️ both the art and story belong to me, please do not redistribute, repost, translate or share without credit/permission.

this particular fic is safe for minors (16+) so no mdni on this folks. feel free to enjoy.

[previous fic / prequel to this fic]

“I’m sorry, but I don’t like you that way.”

Jisoo never truly knew the power of words til he heard you after his confession.

He prepared months in advance, with a dedication that was unusual to him at the time.

He picked the perfect venue, the one convenience store you two always ate onigiri at. He picked the perfect time, sunset — to really set the mood — and a week after monthly examinations so that emotions were not running too high. He spent hours, days, maybe even weeks just agonizing over the words to choose when he finally poured his feelings out. He even prepared for times after the

Throughout his whole time as a trainee, nothing felt as bad as the dejection your words gave him.

“W-what do you mean?”

“You’re more of a dad to me . . .” He saw your eyes flick left and right, clearly uncomfortable with the arrangement despite the plan he meticulously concocted.

Still he could not control the poison from injecting itself within the crevices of his inflection, his delivery coming out as awfully sour — maybe even petty, “A dad? You’re older than me.”

“Yeah, a dad friend. You’re the more mature one between us and . . . I just — I just can’t see you romantically.” If the damage wasn’t enough, you ended your explanation with an emphasis. “Ever.”

You then grabbed your belongings and left. Though, being the polite and kind person you were, you made sure to at least give him a farewell.

Jisoo sighed, looking up towards the convenience store ceiling lights. The sting from the bright luminance distracted him only a little bit before his mind went back to you. Consumed by his thoughts, his heart suddenly began beating a million times a second. A sudden adrenaline rush overcame him.

If you didn’t like him because of his personality, he’ll just go ahead and change that up a bit.

The day right after, Jisoo found himself doing something he would have never even thought of. It was amazing how much you made him realize and change. It was actually why completely fell in the first place.

Though, the changes before were natural and a bit too slow. Jisoo needed to have you as his as soon as he possibly could. And so, change had to happen now and under his jurisdiction.

You weren’t present that day, so it wasn’t too out of the ordinary to follow a couple of trainees out when lessons concluded. Usually he was completely stuck to your side and your side alone. Conversation didn’t come naturally to him, as such friends don’t either.

It took him a few minutes to man up and a long, deep breath to finally attempt getting one of the trainee’s attention.

Daehyun was his name, Jisoo thinks. When getting the former’s attention he opted to tug the guy’s sleeve just to be safe.

“What’s up? Oh, it’s you. ” Daehyun turned around. His silver eyes sparkled underneath the late afternoon’s sunlight. He was one of if not the best dancer in Celestial Entertainment. In addition to that, he was known for charming personality and magnetic stage presence.

Frankly, Jisoo only saw him as annoyingly bright and cheery. They were exact opposites. They fought on a daily basis.

But that was exactly why Jisoo needed him in particular.

“You’re childish.” Jisoo began.

Daehyun’s jaw goes slack at this cool, raven haired giant’s audacity. Most of the time he’d come back with a retort but he was utterly drained from practice. “Ah. . .Okay then. . . Well I gotta go — “

Daehyun jerked his arm away, but that only prompted Jisoo to fully grab him by the bicep, “Teach me.”

“Sorry, I think I’m misunderstandiny you. You want me to teach you how to be childish?“

Jisoo nodded vigorously, “I want to be a better idol. And . . . a better fellow trainee. Listen. I’ve been a terrible person to everyone here. I just want to be better.”

Daehyun doesn’t answer for a long time. Maybe even minutes pass before he did. At least, enough time for the trainee walking alongside him to realize his partner wasn’t near him anymore.

His jaw was still wide open.

“Wow, points for self-awareness yo. Finally.”

“Bold words for someone in punching range.” Jisoo lets go of the shorter man’s arm and crosses his. An eyebrow raised.

“Fine, fine. Guess your short temper hasn’t gone anywhere. Time for Being Chill 101, yeah?” Daehyun then shouted to his companion, an even shorter guy that Jisoo dreaded asking help from. But he was desperate. Beggars can never be choosers. “Hayate! C’mere! Jisoo needs a lil help!”

“Eeehhhhh—?! Jisoo? Asking for help? The gods have answered our prayers!”

Jisoo soon realized that he asked help from a bunch of hooligans.

If he faces rejection again after all this trouble, he might just murder a man.

“Hey.” You walked towards Jisoo with your usual smile.

“Heyyy!” He greeted back. Earning a confused look from you as you sat beside him.

You chuckled at his strange demeanor. Well, maybe it wasn’t so strange. You knew Jisoo could be quite awkward at times. Considering you haven’t seen each-other for months by now, he must feel weird talking to you all of a sudden. Especially after what you did last time. “What has gotten into you?” You asked. It was either your earlier theory or the effect of him hanging out with other people. You heard he started spending some more time with other trainees. Even going on drinking sprees with large groups. You didn’t approve of such activities but were too busy to scold him on the topic lately.

But apparently both of your guesses were ‘wrong’ as he had answered, “Huh? Me? Pffft. Nothing. Justa — think I drank too much coffee.”

You could smell the stench of soju and beer in his breath now that you were closer. “Right. I just wanted to say that we can still hang out you know. Doesn’t mean that I rejected you that we can’t talk anymore.”

“Oh, sorry! Sorry. Did it feel like I was avoiding you? I was just busy with Idol Image training.”

“Idol Image training? I thought you hated those lessons.”

“Ya know me. Indecisive and impulsive as always.”

Jisoo grinned at you. But all you could do was cringe out of pity and guilt.

Apparently the guilt you felt wasn’t enough however as you decided that it was now or never to rub some salt into gaping hole of a wound.

“Almost forgot. I have to tell you something. I got a deal to be a solo artist.”

“Solo what now? I thought we were debuting together.”

“Looking at how you’re dealing with my rejection. I think it’s safe to say that us working and living together won’t go too well. I don’t want to lead you on. We’re friends. Nothing else. Sorry if I did so before.”

You didn’t even let him show you how much he’d improve. How much he worked on his way with words and conversation. Before he even had the chance to show his work you had not only rejected him once again but extinguished any hope from forming.

For once in these past few months when Jisoo had been the most talkative he had ever been in his life, he found himself speechless again.

“Soo?”

“I’m . . . proud of you. Really.”

The awkward air was too much for your to bare, so you left right after. Not a goodbye or even a wave.

Instead he watched as you swiftly made your exit. A frown laced your exquisite features.

He then spotted a man. He looked quite a bit older than you. Elegant and refined, he wore a classic black suit with a long coat draped on his back. Short leather gloves that no doubt hid hands as attractive as his own face. His hair was somehow darker than the one Jisoo was born with.

But what struck the young trainee the most was the man’s pine green eyes. It was like a forest one could easily get lost in. A cliche description he knew. But it was the best he could think of.

Jisoo doesn’t realize the trance he was in until the man suddenly turned straight at him —

— and smirked.

People often saw Jisoo leave early during drinking parties. They chalked it up to his shy nature and he didn’t really have a good tolerance.

In reality it was mostly because he found a perfect victim to vent out his frustrations on that night.

It was usually a person too drunk to even understand or realize what was going on.

“Useless.” He muttered, kicking the random man’s stomach before the latter curled up in the floor in pain.

“Stop! Please stop!”

Jisoo scoffed at his protest. His red eye held no light as he continued his ministrations. This time stomping on the stranger’s cheek. “Utter piece of shit.”

The man stops protesting. All that could be heard in the cold chill of the night, was sounds of harsh impacts and Jisoo’s complaints and self deprecating words.

“Too mature? Bah. Bet that was all a fucking lie. They just couldn’t fuck a pathetic piece of shit like me.” Jisoo gave one last stomp, aiming specifically towards the man’s hazel eyes that reminded him of the person that took you.

Wait.

Eyes. Green Eyes.

That man was the CEO of Celestial Entertainment. A man known to be cut-throat and ruthless. A man who’s infamous for his apathetic nature regarding business. He probably saw your potential and thought that putting you in a group would dim it down.

Ace.

That’s it! You didn’t want to actually go solo. Jisoo understood now. Why was he so stupid?

You were just forced by that smug-faced bastard.

He leaned down, happily whispering in a sing-songy voice to his victim. “Thanks man. You really helped.”

“Woah.” A familiar cheerful voice resonated from behind him.

Jisoo froze.

He was done for. He was going to jail. This was it.

No, he had to calm down. Think rationally. He studied for this goddamn it.

Jisoo slowly spun his head. The happy expression on his face was instantly replaced with a horrified one. A look of confusion, fear and sadness. “Daehyun - 형 . . . he . . he came unto me— “

“Shit bro. No worries I got you covered.”

With rejection came realization. With charm came blind support. And with the right words and proper delivery, any person could be swayed.

“Wanna go drink after this?”

“You paying?”

Jisoo wished, for the good of everyone else and himself, that this green-eyed monster would not freely give rejection as you did.

[ TRANSLATIONS ]

형 - hyeong - older brother (not literal). honorific used by men towards those who are older (also men).

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

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THE WISEWOMAN (roman reigns ff) <chapter 16>

word count: 2.7k

Sophia's POV

I am currently in the studio where "WWE: The Bump" is filmed. The managers told me that I need to be interviewed after my debut and especially after what happened at Royal Rumble.

So me and Joe got back in New York yesterday after our amazing stay at Pensacola. I really loved it. He showed me around some beautiful places too, met his family and relatives.

I kinda hope we go back there soon. I really had a fun time. But all of this got me thinking that I have to introduce him to my mother and that will happen after the interview.

When she found out I met his parents, she said that now it's her turn and today she has no scheduled surgeries in the afternoon. I hope it goes well.

I shrugged the thoughts away now since I have other things to worry about at the moment.

I am sitting on the red velvet couch wearing tight long black dress with no shoulders and the red shoes and jewellery my boyfriend gifted me.

Joe wanted to come with me so bad but he has to train and prepare himself for the coldness of my mother later, so he will come to pick me up when I'm over with work.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are here today with our newest character in the universe, Sophia Heyman." Cathy announced me and I smiled at the camera waving at people.

"Hi. It's a pleasure to be here." I spoke.

"I have a lot of questions for you, Sophia. First of all, what made you come in WWE?"

"As many people know, my uncle suffered a serious leg injury and when I went to the hospital to visit him, he asked me to replace him temporarily here." I replied simply.

"And you agreed immediately?"

"No." I said frankly. "It took him some time to persuade me. I didn't like the idea at first since I had another job I had to build up but eventually, he convinced me and also there was no other choice but to stand up for him and help him out." I nodded my head.

"And how do you like it so far?"

"I love it. Every single time I appear here I start to understand uncle more why he is so devoted to this business." I was really smiley cause it's the truth.

"And you are doing an amazing job. Ladies and gentlemen, Sophia is one of the most talked WWE characters right now. People even call you the fashion icon of the company. I mean your style is really amazing." Cathy remarked and I thanked her.

"I honestly didn't expect this kind of reaction. See, I was just slightly familiar with the WWE before and one of the things that caught my eye is that fans are really devoted and are not very used to changes. But change is a necessity. You see how real life circumstances put us in different positions and we have no other choice." I replied as I crossed my legs.

"What is your relationship with Paul Heyman?"

"Uncle is a very important figure in my life. He has been next to me always despite the constant travelling the job is requiring." I nodded my head as I tried not to get too personal. "I mean, a lot of people say I am like him."

"I don't know about the looks but you definitely talk like him. And I wonder if you just try to be like that or you are just born this way."

"I was born like that." I replied seriously. "When you meet him you can ask him stories about my childhood. He has a lot. The crowd still hasn't seen my full potential of talking smack." I sneak peeked.

"We are looking forward to it." Cathy smiled softly and pulled out another note.

"What is your relationship with Roman Reigns?" it took her a long enough for thee question.

I just laughed softly and looked down, trying to keep my composure.

"Well, I don't know if you saw the Royal Rumble. Something is going on." I replied while finally making an eye contact with the camera.

"So is this a start of a romantic storyline between the Tribal Chief and the Wise Woman?" Cathy asked excitingly.

"Maybe. You have to tune in and see." I teased.

"And how did Paul react to all of this?"

"He was shocked. As the whole world. I mean me and Roman didn't tell anybody about this. No one knew. Not even Jimmy and Solo." I explained.

"Oh wow. So you really wanted to surprise the world." Cathy concluded.

"Yup."

"Is this storyline just a kayfabe or you really got something going on with Roman?" me and Joe totally expected this question and we were thinking of possible answers to say.

"It's real." I said and Cathy seemed very surprised actually. Maybe she is pretending but regardless, she seems surprised. "I mean even if we hide it, we can't hide it for long. You know, somebody will see us somewhere and the speculations will begin and so on and so on. So yes, we are together." I announced.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gonna witness two storylines then." Cathy waved her head with eager. "One last question. Are we getting Roman vs Rock for the main event of Wrestlemania? People wanna know."

"Tune in and see." I simply replied. "Maybe we will learn this Friday night at Smackdown." I winked at the camera.

"You heard her, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you so much, Sophia and see you on Friday." Cathy said the last words. I thanked her and then we got up to exchange a hug.

After that I went out of the studio as she was announcing the next guest which was Austin Theory. He just waved his hand softly at me before he got in the room.

As I hopped in Joe's car that was waiting for me outside and saw that he is wearing a black hoodie with JORDAN written on it, I started seeing black.

"Hi, baby." he greeted me and leaned to kiss me. "You look amazing."

"Thank you." I softly bit my lower lip.

"Sorry, I didn't come out. I just don't want anyone to see me here now." he apologized and he fired up the engine immediately leaving. "Plus, I don't want us to be late."

I just softly chuckled.

"Is everything okay?" he asked. How does he know it isn't? Maybe my face speaks too much.

"I'm just a bit nervous." I spoke frankly. "My mother isn't as warm as your parents. I gotta warn you."

"And it's completely normal. She is a surgeon and a widow. I don't expect her to be bubbly." he replied. He knows my father is dead and I know his only brother is too but we really never talked about it deeply since the topic is very serious.

"I'm just saying that she will probably act cold. That doesn't mean she hates you, she is just like this." I explained and he seemed kinda unfazed.

"I'm gonna be okay as long as she doesn't curse me out or something." Joe chuckled.

"With that Jordan hoodie? She might." I muttered.

"Oh my God. Is she a Lakers fan?" he exclaimed, obviously heard what I said to my nose.

"Yeah." I just responded. Didn't quite lie. Mom is watching the NBA and ever since I remember myself she is a Lakers fan. I wonder why (haha).

I can't tell him mom used to date Michael Jordan. I don't know how he is going to react and mom doesn't want anybody to know, so I'm keeping her secret with me.

"Crap. I gotta grab something else then. Thankfully I got some WWE merch in the back." he said with relief and I was even more relieved than him.

"Those jeans look good on you." I remarked as I looked at the dark blue jeans he is wearing. Not the skinny ones. Completely normal jeans which define his big thighs just perfectly.

"Thank you." he replied sweetly.

Roman's POV

I eventually changed into the "Levels Above" hoodie since I want to make the best impression I can to Sophia's mother. Sophia seems a bit nervous and it makes me wonder if she is just reacting naturally or her mother is actually brutal.

I don't know if she will like me, I just don't want her to hate me because that would make the things hard...and also awkward. My parents didn't quite like Michelle neither her parents were okay with me. Therefore, I don't want history to repeat itself.

I bought a little present for Olivia. Since I don't know anything about her, I decided to play it safe and buy a retro ceramic mug set. Women love mug sets, so I hope she loves it as well.

"Mom. We're here." Soph shouted as we entered in her house. I was looking around the furniture. Her house is totally different from mine. While mine is more on the contemporary side, theirs is more from the industrial side. It really screams Brooklyn.

How does a wrestler know about interior design styles? When his ex-wife was an interior designer.

"Just on time, wow." Olivia appeared and woah. Such a beautiful woman radiating class. She is wearing a dark blue top and white pants and high heels.

These two women make me feel so poor and I'm the millionaire here. This is crazy.

Obviously Soph inherited her mother's beauty and elegance. You could tell they are related, for sure. However, Olivia's aura is way more serious than Sophia's. Well, she is the OG after all.

"Hello, Joe. Nice to meet you." Olivia gave her hand for a handshake. Even their voices are very similar.

"Pleasure is all mine, Olivia." I smiled at her as we shook hands. "I'm bringing something for you." I gave her the gift box.

"Thank you so much." she said politely with just a tiny bit smile forming on her mouth. She took the box and slightly peeked through it. "These are beautiful." she remarked and I think that maybe she looked impressed...a little bit.

Damn, this woman is hard to read.

I did a quick glance to Sophia and she gave me a reassuring nod, so everything is fine, let's say.

"Let's go to the dining room." Olivia said and we followed her.

I really love the style of this house. I can't describe it but it gives off really cozy vibes mixed with a traditional note. Everything is in different shade of brown and beige.

The light brown wooden table was set with the plates and cutlery, napkins and candles. I don't know how else to explain it but it feels like an early 00s rom-com where the guy meets his girlfriend's parents.

"So how was the interview, Soph?" Olivia asked her daughter.

"It was alright." my girlfriend replied as she made a sign to sit. "Joe, you want something to drink?"

"I'm just gonna pour myself some water." I replied as I took the water cup.

"So for a dish I wanted to make something healthy since I am a doctor and my daughter's boyfriend is an athlete." Olivia started explaining.

"You cooked?" Sophia asked with shock and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Of course I did. It's not the first time I'm doing it." the mother replied with almost zero emotion but maybe she got a bit mad at Sophia. I mean I can't really blame her.

Her job is literally the toughest of them all. I don't even wanna imagine what that woman sees every day and the fact that she is a widow. It's just heartbreaking.

"And what did you make?" I asked trying to prevent a passive aggressive conversation.

"Chicken glazed with home made honey mustard dressing and roasted vegetables." Olivia replied and I could sense a vague excitement.

"That sounds perfect." I exclaimed and Olivia hid herself since she is probably taking it out of the oven.

"Let's see how it tastes." Sophia whispered really quietly and I gave her the angry look to be quiet.

I actually decided to go up and see if I could help with something and Sophia followed me.

"It looks amazing." I remarked as I looked at the portions she prepared for everyone.

"Thank you but the taste is the most important. Something can look very good when you first see it but then it's not what it looks like." she started speaking philosophically. I tilted my head in agreement.

Just like my marriage. I thought it was good at first and that I found the right woman but it turned out it's not like that.

As we put our plates at the table Olivia offered something to drink but I politely refused since I'm driving later. Me and Sophia were next to each other and she is in front of us.

We tried the dish and it was very delicious. I made sure to give all my compliments and acknowledgements to Sophia's mother and she seemed actually flattered.

"So how is Sophia as a girlfriend?" she asked me a very odd question.

"Perfect." I simply replied. "The ideal woman. Smart, well-spoken, beautiful. What more you could want?" I asked rhetorically and Olivia's lips downturned and looked at Sophia with something like a proud look.

"I hope it works out for you two." she spoke and ate from her plate.

I thanked her and Sophia had that weird look on her face. Yeah, she is way easier to read than Olivia. Hundred percent.

"By the way I found out you like the Lakers." I spoke breaking the awkward silence.

"I do. I watch basketball since forever. Fun fact before I decided to pusrue medicine, I wanted to become a sports journalist instead." my mouth slightly dropped but Sophia's almost hit the floor.

"What?" she yelled. "Why haven't you ever told me this?" Olivia shrugged.

"Cause I didn't want you to be led by some sort of an example. There was a time I hoped I would influence you to become a doctor like me but the way you work at WWE. This is the job for you. As I say, her uncle actually birthed her." Olivia slightly smiled again.

"What is your relationship with Paul like?" I couldn't help but ask. I'm just wondering since she really seems like the Paul type.

"I have the best brother-in-law to exist. I got so much love and grattitude for this man." Olivia replied as we were all eating from time to time. "When my husband died, he was really next to me and Sophia as much as he could. He even neglected his own family because of us." she explained and I just nodded my head. I could imagine that yeah but he did the right thing. These poor women needed a man next to them.

"Although Paul didn't quite like me when I got with his brother, Pete Heyman." Sophia's mother left out a soft chuckle remembering the days. "He told him numerous times that I am way too much and you know what? He was right." she shook her head.

"Nah." I denied. "I will disagree with him on that one." I spoke and I just saw with my peripheral sight how Sophia tries to hold her laughter.

"Oh my God, look at you." I exclaimed at Sophia's old pictures. "A living doll."

"I honestly have no idea where she got those genes from." Olivia shook her head in confusion and then I furrowed my eyebrows at her.

A cute family picture of Sophia and her parents came out.

"I mean she literally looks like you and with her father's eyes. And oh my god, Paul's brother is way taller than him." I grinned.

"Yeah, my mom has a thing for the tall ones." Sophia remarked and tried to hold in her laughter while her mother gave her a side eye.

"You too, apparently." I snapped back at her.

"Robert wasn't very tall." she replied calmly while I expected her to fire up but she is her mother's daughter after all.

The most I have seen her get angry was when I jokingly threatened to slap Julian. She really doesn't play when it comes to kids. Maybe she is that kind of woman who saves her emotions for her future kids which is very sweet.

What I learned today is that both Sophia and her mother are some exceptional and even quite exquisite women that aren't just for any man and to be completely honest, I feel so honored to be around them.

[absolutebl]

47 BLs Announced for 2024

Here are the BLs I have logged on the Spreadsheet of Doom (TM) as announced for 2024 (with supporting evidence, so not just options or acquisitions) as of the beginning of the year. Bold are the ones I'm most intrigued by .

JAPAN

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka

From YTV releasing 1/11 about Soga, who, after a divorce and relocation to Osaka, seeks solace in dining at 26-year-old Sakae's restaurant. Unbeknownst to Soga, Sakae sees him as more than just a regular customer.

Ossan's Love Season 2

Five years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan, so probubly not. More here.

Perfect Propose

Fuji TV (the Pornographer series) adapting Mayo Tsurakame’s manga, production team includes Tadaaki Horai (My Love Mix-Up!) and Takeshi Miyamoto (scriptwriter for “Old Fashion Cupcake”). Hiro’s so stressed at work he barely has time to eat so he passes out on the sidewalk. An unfamiliar face saves him and insists that they once promised to marry each other.

KOREA

Love For Love's Sake

Based on the Manhwa Love Supremacy Zone by Hwacha, this will star actors Lee Tae Vin, Cha Jun Wan, Oh Min Su and Cha Woon Ki. The plot of the drama is based on Tae Myung Ha, a young man who is dropped into a game based off of a novel that he knows. His mission is to make another player, Cha Yeo Woon happy. Cha Yeo Woon is Myung-Has favourite character in the novel. But then the game starts going completely different from the novel.

Love in the Big City

Movie adaptation of Booker nominated famous coming of age novel ‘Love in The Big City’ by Park Sang-Young. A cynical yet fun loving student writer name Young pinballs from home, to class, to Tinder matches. He and Jaehee, his female best friend and roommate, frequent nearby bars where they push away their worries about life, love, and money with soju and Marlboros. But as time passes Jaehee settles down and leaves Young to face his problems on his own, finding comfort in the arms of the series of men, including one whose handsomeness is matched by his coldness and another who might be the great love of his life. Not really BL. To star Kim Go-eun (The King: Eternal Monarch), Noh Sang-hyun (aka Steve Sanghyun as Young) and Nam Yoon Su (The King’s Affection). More here.

TAIWAN

Anti Reset AKA Anti-Reset AKA Antireset

From Vidol to air on 2/2/2024 about a human and robot find love.

THAILAND

1000 Years Old

From Feel Good Bangkok this is one of many gay vampire BLs coming in 2024. Stars Shane (My Engineer) and fresh face Opal, directed by Champ (2gether). More here.

A Secretly Love

Khonprot, a third-year head hazer of the engineering faculty, has a secret crush on Pluem, a tsundere fourth-year head hazer. Over the years, he's seen Pluem cycle through many girlfriends. Recently, after a public breakup, however, Khonprot thinks things may be different.

Addicted Heroin (Thai version)

From the producers of Love Stage!!

Bad Guy My Boss

Assistant to a player boss who is in love with his boss decides to quit to save himself. The boos then makes a move. (A gay "What's up with Secretary Kim"?)

Born to be Y

announced 9/23

City of Stars AKA Fueangnakorn

Star Hunter started filming this 12/23 about an actor falls in love with a programmer and the narrative intends to “explore the ramifications of being public figure in the social network era who must endure critics, bullying, and defamation.” Looks like another Lovely Writer, Call It What You Want sort of thing.

Four Ever You Project AKA Fourever You Project

Sampler pack BL series from Wabi Sabi stars Bas (Gen Y), Earth (UWMA, 12%). Four stories, four couples, all adapted under the Fourever You Project.

I Saw You in My Dream

DeeHupHouse for WeTV based on the novel of the same name by Afterday. The story portrays Aya, a young man who has prophetic dreams. Everything he dreams always comes true. He doesn’t have a problem with it until he starts to dream of dating the guy next door. But the guy next door is in a serious relationship with a girl he’s known since high school.

Iridescent Love

Got nothing.

Harikarn Solution (the Chains of Heart people - boo) stars Gun (Khom in Unforgotten Night) opposite fresh face but cast includes familiar faces from other pulps. Ordinary office worker kinda recluse dork but who at night however, has an only fans account. Then he meets the guy next door.

Jack & Joker (YinWar)

DeHup brings us be gay, do crimes. Yin, War, Mark and a few other familiar faces doing Leverage but gayer. Yes, thank you, I will have that.

Kidnap

GMMTV Ohm Pawat is back but there is some question over whether this is BL or not.

Knock-Knock Boys

Kongthup for WeTV airing 4/2024 Four college friends who conspire to help their friend lose his virginity. stars Seng Wichai, Best Vittswin, Nokia Chinnawat and Jaonine Jiraphat.

Lost On The River

Another Sammon story

Love Sea (FortPeat)

MAME warning, stars same couple as LITA2, but new characters to the Mameverse. While travelling a writer has a one night stand with a very irritating man.

Love Sick AKA Lovesick remake

Remake of the original. No thank you.

Love Upon a Time (NetJames)

Domundi announced for 6/7/2023 then delayed to 2024. NetJames in a historical BL! Also feat Tonnam(Dr Sing from Triage).

Lovely Addict

9NAA brings us a hotel set, high heat, features same pair as Venus In Sky.

Lover Merman

Fantasy BL about a man who falls in love with a merman.

Me and Who

Domundi for WeTV brings this adaptation of Wickedwish’s novel of the same name. it depicts a young man who dies and is reborn into the body of a billionaire heir. The heir happens to be engaged to a handsome man.

Monster Next Door

WeTV Adapted from the novel Godzilla Next Door by Jiwinil. It portrays an introvert who lives mostly in his room, until an extrovert moves in next door. He is loud, frantic and annoying. Do opposites really attract? Will they find a way to get along?

My Golden Blood

GMMTV. Okay, I do find Joss very watchable but this looks very bad and also very like Kissable Lips. But at least land is finally giving us the trashy gay vampires we richly deserve?

My Love Mix-Up Thai Remake (GemniForth)

GMMTV. Hum, well I do love this pair and I did like the original and maybe this time these characters will actually kiss? I'm actually fine with this pick-up. I kind of enjoy seeing different countries remake the same IP. Especially if it's IP I'm mostly unfazed by.

My Stand-In AKA My Stand In

Chinese IP ALERT! Adapted from the novel Professional Body Double (职业替身) by Shui Qiang Cheng (水千丞) stars Up (Lovely Writer) and Poom (Bake Me Please).

OMG Vampire AKA OMG! Vampire (LeeFrank)

Frank and Lee Long Shi are back only vampires now. So many vampires.

Only Boo!

New main pair in an idol romance about a boy who dances good and a food stand vendor. Other side of the tracks, grumpy/sunshine pair who fall deeply in love but, of course, to become an idol baby boy can't date. Boyband but from GMMTV? Control your singing and I'm game.

Ossan‘s Love Thai Remake (EarthMix

Ugh, why?!?!

Red Peafowl

More Thai mafia stuffs.

Spare Me Your Mercy

Increased rates of deaths in terminal patients has a police captain investigating the palliative care doctor with whom he's fallen in love. Their relationship deepens but the mystery persists, driven by mistrust. Adapted from the novel Euthanasia by Sammon (Triage, Manner of Death) stars some old guard BL actors: Tor Thanapob from Hormones as the doctor and (fuck me YES) Jaylerr from Great Men Academy and goddamn Grean Fictions as the captain!

Spirit Reborn AKA Kemjira Will Survive

Star Hunter (of all studios) adapting supposedly the scariest BL. Khem is born cursed. A daughter would be safe but a son dies at 20 so Khem’s mother cleverly gives him a girl’s name, Khemjira “forever safe.” But Knem is baout to turn 20 and he doesn't think it's working so he seeks the help of a cursebreaker, turns out to be his great love from a prvious life.

Star Scope

Wabi Sabi trailer here. Looks sad, one of them is terminally ill, abandons his bf in high school them meet again in uni.

The Boy Next World (BossNoeul)

Same couple as LITA, this is the backstory of Cirrus & Phugun from TharnType 2 played by different actors.

The Hell Guards AKA Hey Don't Mess With My Heart

Boy wakes up from a coma and becomes a messenger between grim reapers and the underworld. Oh will it be... bureaucratic? I think it WILL.

The Hidden Moon

Casting happened 9/23. This is a supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) ‘เดือนพราง’ by Violet Rain. A Bangkok writer is hired to write an article about an old mansion in Chiang Mai which is being converted into a café. He gets into an accident and nearly dies on his way there. After that, he sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, one boy catches his attention. Stars Benjamin Brasier (2 Moons 2) and Folk Touch Inthirat from Brothers. Trailer here.

The Next Prince (ZeeNew)

Domundi brings us more ZeeNew in a fantasy/historical set in a palace where Zee plays a knight and Nu a prince - FUCK YES PLEASE. I did not expect this pair to stick so I really hope this happens. Trailer here.

The Rebound (MeenPing)

VIU Basketball based romance staring Meen (a national basketball player, so yay for that).

The Trainee (OffGun)

GMMTV Office set, may not be BL. Trailer here.

Time the series

MFlow Entertainment for Gaga, WeTV, Channel 3 trailer here. Airs 1/9 After witnessing the death of his beloved Chris from a gunshot wound, the heartbroken actor Foam is given a pocket watch that allows him to go back in time and discover the truth… Can Foam take the chance to set things right and bring Chris back from the brink of death? Only time will tell…

To Be Continued

High school sweethearts who had a bad break up reunite when both of them have full times jobs but coming out is still a problem. Trailer here.

Vampire Project (BounPrem)

Wabi Sabi's My Broccoli only now... vampires.

Wandee Godday

GMMTV and AllThis Entertainment producing a very pulp offering for GMMTV with new pair GreatInn doing high heat Boxer meets surgeon. It features a one night stand, fake relationship, and all the cheesiest of tropes. Also features Drake, Podd, and Thor+ pretty boy (be still my heart). This is totally my kind of BL even if it actually isn't GMMTV's style of BL, so I'm intrigued. Trailer here.

We Are (PondPhuwin)

GMMTV's university friendship Bl featuring PondPhuwin, WinnySatang, AouBoom, MarcPawin - basically ALL in the good kind of messy friendship group (so more My Engineer and less Only Friends). Looks a bit like the Kiss series but everyone is gay. I'm IN! Trailer here.

A reminder we had c. 136 BLs release in 2023 but c. 55 that did not get made.

That seems about right.

Of those announced we seem to get about 2/3 actually released for the year we are told they'll release in.

(source)

[ubtendo]

Now that I'm finally though with DBZ here a some ver general bullet points I made while watching of things I'm still thinking about after watching the whole thing (- the movies, I'm still gonna catch up to them) in a somewhat chronological order

The fact that we had that Goku and Gohan eyecatcher for 200 episodes and Gohan wore that outfit for 5 episodes at most

Every jump or dodge is on an olypmic gymnast level of complexity, like why was Goku doing so much when he jumped down from the Nimbus to face Raditz? Did he learn that from Kami or what?

Saiyans wearing only slips under their armor

Nobody mentions the complete colour change of Vegetas pallete from his first appearance; red head Vegeta will always be true to me 😔

I'm still not sure if they ever restored the moon after the second time they blew it up

How is Yajirobe getting up and down Korrins tower? I know he has a flying car, but where does he park it?

King Kai's presence as an unreliable narrator irritated me somehow

I don't get how Yamcha's death is such a meme? Like I don't question it's existence but him getting dragged so much even though there were way funnier deaths imo

I think this was also the last time Chiaotzu was relevant in any form

Why introduce the Saiyans as this cool alien giant monkey race if you never go anywhere with it after the Saiyan saga?

Vegeta crying out all the pent-up frustration from being used as a slave by Freeza at Goku's feet and Goku being emotionally unavailable to the whole thing

There is no way Goku would have been able to start Freeza's ship if it didn't crash into the core, I refuse to believe his button mashing had any thought behind it, that man does not know how to start a spaceship

The sounds of the planet exploding everywhere while Goku and Freeza are fighting haunt me

Bulma is so freaky for flirting with Porunga

Death has literally no consequences

Popo and Kami running for like an entire episode while Piccolo Gohan and Krillin were fighting was so funny

Also, Popo and Kami are a married couple, don't come at me. I'm just stating the facts

Freeza coming back from death and introduced back as this bloodthirsty entry out for revenge along with his father, who we've never seen before, only to be cut up by a teenager with a cool sword immediately upon arrival

So many situations and problems could have been avoided if Goku actually properly used Instant Transmission and I'm not fighting on that one

ChiChi must be the most loyal and faithful person on the planet if her man is dead or absent throughout most of the time

The whole drivers licence episode is peak to me

Piccolo telling Kami he needs to fuse with him again, Kami rejecting the idea saying he still needs time to think about it then agreeing immediately after 5 seconds

I don't get the logistics of Trunks hair growth. At the same time, boy drop the routine

The super saiyans of the Cell Saga were peak designs

Somehow Goku being really relaxed the days before the Cell Games really unsettled me

ChiChi saying thery were late to Kame House because Goku left them in the car and non of them knew how to drive while KRILLIN, who we have seen driving a car in the beginning of DBZ, was sitting in the back; I guess he just didn't want to drive with ChiChi

What's the purpose of the guardian of the Earth again? Except the making the dragon balls neither Kami nor Dende ever really did anything

When I first saw 16 all those years back I was judging him hard, but he has grown on me a lot

Imagine getting hit so hard by a 11 y/o that you start throwing up people

Except 18, there aren't any female fighters. I wish ChiChi would have stayed one

The new eyecatcher, especially the one with King Kai and Goku is so funky I love it

Goten and Trunks are a better depiction of children acting their age then Gohan was (tbf he was casted out in the wild for a year on his own but I digress)

Goku speaking to his son from the dead after 7 years of silence, only for him to announce that he basically has a day off from being dead and wanted to join a fighting tournament because he is bored

I had to stop and sit for a moment after hearing Daboras english voice

Vegeta really said "I started loving my life and I hate the fact that I love my life so I'm evil again"

Out of all the traumatic events happening in the series, Goku yelling at Goten and Trunks to stop whining after they learned that Gohan and Vegeta are dead has to be the worst one

"Super Saiyan 2" "Super Saiyan 3" Man just give the forms actual names

I didn't like SSJ3 at the beginning, but I've come to like the neanderthal look of it

Piccolo throughout the whole Buu Saga was peak, man was so lost and terrified

Also the interactions between Gotenks and Piccolo

Gohan and Goku playing catch with a sword and a boulder probably counted as "Father-Son bonding time" to Goku

Gohan and Buu getting in the same fighting positions as Goku and Vegeta did in their first fight wss actually really dope; I was kicking my feet on the bed

I've cried tears of laughter when Tien showed up for half an episode, almost died and then left

They should have used Solar Flare way more often

This is so random but ChiChi, Bulma and Videl chilling with Dabora

Goku and Vegeta throughout the whole saga had me like🤨

Vegito 💖💕😮🫵💖💕💞

Humans are the worst race in every Sci-fi; they get told that they only have to raise their hands to save the universe and they still don't do it

If Goku and Vegeta had a mad make out session after the fight with Buu I wouldn't have been surprised

People get shot in the right shoulder/chest way too often; PICK AN OTHER SPOT THE HEART IS ON THE OTHER SIDE

Everyone has goldfish memory. They keep forgetting things that have been established MULTIPLE TIMES

Ngl, the end had me a bit emotional

Aaaahhh, sorry for the long post. I got way too enthusiastic about the whole show because I really loved it 😔🥺

[biggestsimponhere]

#16 with James Potter 🤭🤭

Quidditch flirting - James potter x f!reader

Warnings - none? unless you count awful flirting

The game had been going great. As captain of the ravenclaw team it was your job to make sure you led your team to victory. Gryffindor was always hard to beat but your team was good. You’ve trained them to be good. You and James hurl insults at each other everytime you fly past each other. It wasn’t unnatural for the two of you to be arguing as you typically did. Grabbing the quaffle you speed past him heading for the hoops. He shouts as you manage to get it in. Laughing loudly as it’s announced that the ravenclaw seeker caught the snitch.

Flying back down to the safety of the ground you run over to your team, cheering loudly. James and his team land on the ground soon after and you call over to them. “Just so you know you’re all invited to Ravenclaws victory party” You shout loudly. The team cheers while James just flares at you and rolls his eyes. Once you’re cleaned up you head up to your dorm to change. Changing through several dresses you finally decide on a dark blue mini dress. Smoothing it over and fixing up your hair you head downstairs. The party’s in full swing, everyone practically all over, drinking and dancing.

You spot someone you didn’t expect to see after the look he gave you, but James Potter was there. Sitting on the sofa with a girl draped over him. You roll your eyes and head over to the drinks. Pouring yourself a cup and quickly downing it you sigh as the warmth fills you. Someone taps your shoulder and you turn to see a familiar redhead. “Lily!” You shout happily as you wrap your arms around her. She beams at you as she hugs you back. “I noticed you’re not without your usual bothersome creature” She laughs at the fact that James isn’t stalking you currently. “Last I saw him he had some blonde draped over him” You say downing another cup.

“I’m sorry” She says pouting slightly at the look on your face. “It’s nothing, it’s not like we’re together, he’s just an annoying pest” You say grumpily. Looking back over towards him you see him searching the room, presumably for something. You turn away as sirius approaches and you turn to talk to him. After a few minutes of idly chatting you hear someone shout that everyone’s going to play a game. Unfortunately you weren’t able to hear what game exactly before being dragged into the circle. Looking down at the table you groan as you realize exactly what they want to play. Sitting perfectly in the middle of the table is an empty bottle of firewhiskey.

“Oh great” You say rolling your eyes at their antics. “Come on l/n, scared you’re gonna have to kiss Potter?” Barty says from your side. You’re not even sure when he got here but you’re certainly regretting his presence. “I’m not afraid of anything” You shoot back, joining the circle. The bottle spins, Mary kisses Lily, called it. Lily then kisses Remus on the cheek. Remus kisses regulus. Spin. Regulus kisses James. James spins. The bottle lands on you. You breathe out a heavy sigh as you look up at him. “I would rather kiss the giant squid in the black lake” You groan. “Stop saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you” James says as he moves closer.

“Really? That’s what makes you want to kiss me?” You question as he brings his face in front of yours. “I would kiss you anytime, anywhere, no matter the circumstances” He whispers before he leans in and kisses you deeply. As soon as the kiss is done you pull away quickly. Brushing past the crowd as your face warms. Making it out of the common room you breathe a sigh of relief as you reach the prefects bathroom. Rushing in you sit on the bench, thinking about what just happened. Barely even five minutes after you had made it into the bathroom the door swings open. James. Of course he would come after you.

“Was i that bad a kisser?” He jokes as he sits beside you. You drop your head into your hands as you groan. “It- no” You say into your hands. “What was that?” He teases you. “No it wasn’t a bad kiss, what does it matter though? I saw that girl draped over you” You say looking away from him. “Rylie?” He questions. “I don’t know her name” You groan as you shove your face back into your hands. “I don’t like rylie, l/n, surely you know that?” He says as he pulls your hands away. You shake your head as he forces you to make eye contact with him. “I like you” He says firmly. “What?” You whisper in shock. “You. I’ve always liked you, that’s why i tease you” He says smiling. You laugh at his nonsense before pulling him in for another kiss. “Good thing i like you too huh Potter?”

[sorinethemastermind]

16 & 20 for Sorvus🙏🏻

 Corvus had really tried to keep an eye on Soren. He had promised Claudia, after all. She’d made it very clear what would happen otherwise. But in the mass of gyrating bodies, roaring music, and strobing lights it had been far too easy for him to slip away into the crowd. Corvus cursed under his breath as somebody bumped into him, sloshing part of their drink down his front. They didn’t even notice in whatever haze they were in; just continued dancing. He swerved around them, ringing whatever it was from his shirt as best he could. He hated parties.

 The only reason he had agreed to come to this one was because Soren had asked. Corvus had to admit he’d been surprised. They’d been playing on the Katolis Crownguards together for years and the other boy had never seemed to show any particular interest in him. But something about Soren had changed recently. And whatever had changed had also brought him waltzing across the locker room after practice to ask Corvus if he wanted to go to the New Year’s Eve party. And for some stupid reason Corvus had said yes. Even though he hated parties and he’d already made plans with Gren and Amaya. She’d rolled her eyes when he canceled on them, but Gren had tried to be supportive and offer words of encouragement. That might have been worse. It was certainly more embarrassing.

 And then he’d shown up, and Soren’s sister had been there, ducking out the door giggling with boyfriend in tow. She’s drawn up short when she saw him, then thrown her arms wide and grinned, swallowing him in a gigantic hug. 

 “Corvus!” she’d cried. “Thank god you’re here. Can you keep an eye on Sor-bear for me?”

 Her breath had reeked of alcohol and mistakes about to be made. But he’d just nodded, even as she warned him that for all Soren might boast, he couldn’t handle his booze and that Corvus was under no circumstances to let him have more than three drinks.

 “How many has he had already?” Corvus had asked.

 She’d thought for a moment. “Five!”

 Corvus had been about to ask how that was supposed to work, but she was already skipping down the drive and away, dragging Terry with her (he at least gave Corvus an apologetic smile before allowing himself to be pulled behind a bush). Corvus had sighed, rolled up his metaphorical sleeves (it was too cold to actually do it) and gone inside.

 He had caught sight of Soren several times over the course of the night, usually by the cooler, often surrounded by the other members of the Katolis Crownguards. But by the time that Corvus had fought his way through the crowd, he had vanished, melting back into the throng of celebrating teenagers. That was how Corvus ended up with drink spilled down his front. 

 Giving up, he pushed frustratedly through to the bathroom. It was occupied, but the door was open, and he took that as an excuse to kick out the pair of lovesick seniors who clearly weren’t using it correctly. They ran off giggling and he was able to close the door behind them and block out some of the noise.

 Corvus took off his shirt and wrung it out over the sink before slipping it back on, wrinklier and still smelling strongly of vodka. He should never have let himself be this stupid. What had he been thinking? New Year’s Eve parties are always like this. They’ve always been like this and they always will be like this. And he was stupid to think that he could like one, no matter who had invited-

 Corvus opened the door to find Soren standing there. Alright, standing was a stretch. He had very clearly had more than three drinks (and probably more than five) and it looked like he probably would be on the floor without the support of the banister. And yet there was still a plastic cup in his hand, newly filled by the looks of it. 

“Corvus!” Soren exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air and sloshing the contents of the cup onto the floor. “You made it! Guys, look, Corvus made it!” 

 Corvus looked around, but the announcement had been made to a mostly empty hallway. Certainly not to anybody he recognized.

 “How many of those have you had?” he asked, pointing to the cup in a desperate attempt to live up to Claudia’s (drunken and most likely misguided) trust.

 “Oh, uh. I don’t know.” Soren mused, taking a few lopsided steps forward. “Seven-”

 “That’s not so bad.”

 “-ty four?”

 Corvus was about to explain why that number was highly improbable, but decided it would be breath wasted. 

 “Let’s get you some water.” he said instead, guiding Soren over to sit on the edge of the tub even as he plucked the plastic cup from his hand and dumped it’s contents into the sink.

 Once he was satisfied that Soren wouldn't fall backwards and hurt himself, he rinsed the cup out a few times (just to be safe) and filled it with water from the tap. Soren didn’t even seem to notice that the cup had been absent by the time he’d slipped it back into his hand.

 “You’re so perfect.” Soren said as Corvus sat down next to him, one hand steadying him. “Did you know that? You should know that. People probably tell you allllll the time. How can anyone be so perfect?”

 “Soren, drink your water.” 

 “Maybe you’re just a dream.” he continued, but afterwards he did take a sip. 

 “But not like a nightmare. No, not like a nightmare.” Soren shook his head violently, something he seemed to regret immediately after. “Like a good dream. A good, good dream.”

 Corvus tried to ignore what he was saying. Sure, if he hadn't of been drunk, then this would probably be a scene right out of one of Corvus’ own dreams. But he was drunk. Corvus reminded himself of that several times. He was drunk, so none of this was real. It might as well be a dream, for all the truth in it.

 “Wait no.” Soren said after a moment of silence, holding up a finger as if to ask for pause. “This is not a dream. I think. Cause in my dreams, we’re usually kissing.”

 And that did catch Corvus’ attention despite his best efforts.

 “We’re usually… kissing?”

 “Yeah.” Soren nodded, a little more gingerly this time. “Yuppers.”

 Corvus ignored the word yuppers. “Do you… do you like me?”

 “Why wouldn’t I like you?” Soren asked, perplexed. Corvus wasn’t sure if it was because of the amount of alcohol in his system or if it was actually a stupid question to ask. “Of course I like you. You’re Corvus.”

 “Then did you… did you invite me…” Corvus glanced around, and even though it was just them, he still whispered the last bit of his question. “As a date?”

 “What? Nooooo.” Soren said, and Corvus' heart dropped to his stomach. His face burned as Soren continued; "You're Corvus.”

 “Yeah. I’m Corvus.” he agreed quietly, feeling silly. Of course Soren didn’t like him back. He’d invited all of the Crownguards. And after all, like Soren had said, he was Corvus.

 But Soren wasn’t done yet. “You’re Corvus.” he said again. “You’re so cool, and classy, and you play the giant violin-”

 “Cello.”

 “That’s what I said. You’re just like so… Corvus.”

 “And is that… a good thing?”

 “Duh.” Soren slapped him on the back so hard Corvus nearly fell forward onto the floor. But he was laughing, and then they were both laughing. After a moment Soren fell silent, and he stared into his little plastic cup the way people stare into shot glasses in movies.

 “And I’m so… Soren. You’re all cool and cute and confident and I’m all… not.”

 “What are you talking about?” Corvus asked, genuinely confused. “You’re one of the most confident people I know.”

 He didn’t add that Soren was also definitely cute.

 Soren snorted, and though there was still a bit of a slur in his voice as he spoke, his expression was downcast. “I’m so not confident. I’m like… I’m like stupid, and not smart, and worthless.”

 Corvus wasn’t really sure what to say to that, so instead he just looped an arm around Soren’s shoulders, which did seem to successfully distract them both from anything else that had been happening. So they just sat there for a moment, until eventually Soren freed his own arm from where it was trapped between them and looped it around Corvus’ shoulders in turn. 

 “This is nice.” he said. “Why don’t we do this all the time?”

 “Well-” Corvus began, but he cut himself off. “I don’t know.”

 “We should. I think I’d like that.” And then Soren ruined the moment by winking at him and adding; “Dream boy.”

 Corvus could just imagine Amaya rolling her eyes. But he banished her spectral presence, feeling heat rising in his cheeks. Which Soren then proceeded to poke. 

 “What are you doing?” Corvus asked, startled.

 “Making sure you’re real.” Soren replied, poking him again. “See. You are real. So that’s cool.”

 “Yes. Very cool.”

[mlmarint]

hello to the bridgerton fandom: here is my thoughts about what happened.

first, i am a bridgerton fan since 2015/16 when i read the books, i was active on facebook and twitter about it back then, so i am not even a little surprised how much hate we saw in the last hours.

i remember VERY clearly how much racism there was involving casting people of color back when the cast was announced. i stopped being active on the fandom, i left the facebook groups, i stopped following pages, all because i hated seeing so much hate and racism. i remember how much hate regé had to endure “because simon wasn’t black”. honestly, i remember being confused about how they would handle casting poc in a history drama like bridgerton, but i LOVED the ideia of embracing history inaccuracy like they did it with the tv show. we need more of that on media.

but back on regeé, he had to suffer with “not looking like simon” and then being absurdly sexualized int he show. AND before anyone says “oh it’s an explicit show everyone was sexualized”:

1 - rewatch simon’s scene and compare them with others characters

2 - read the comments and the way people (specifically white woman) said about him

3 - also, read an article about the sexualization of the black body by white people

so, no i don’t believe that regé left the show because “he wanted to try other things”. this fandom it’s so so disgusting and has been for a long time.

when i met john, i saw a lot of people saying he was ugly. he’s a handsome man.

people loved the idea of lesbian!eloise, but it had to be with a white woman. the moment michaela appeared on the scene most of you didn’t hate her because she wasn’t michael, most of you hated because she was a BLACK WOMAN and that made frannie bisexual. probably if michaela was white the amount of hate would be less then we have right now.

listen, i am a fan of the book and frannie’s it’s one of my favorites loosing only for eloise’s and daphne’s. i was SAD that i wouldn’t had michael on the screen, but i also like the idea of michaela. i know sometimes they have to change things on adaptations, and when they change it to people of color or make someone queer?? i love it even more. “oh but don’t change a character for it, create another one, i want this one”. he have millions of straight histories out there, let’s tell queer stories in shows with audiences like bridgerton. let’s make a history drama not be about two queer people that suffered and died without being able to show their love. let’s make this because it’s necessary and beautiful.

and its okay to be sad about “losing” michael, but ask yourself: why am i truly sad about it? at what point this sadness it’s becoming hate?

now, about the fact that “this changes frannie storie and i don’t like it”. it only changes a little bit and honestly they have a possibility of changing for even better.

i personally didn’t like francesca’s reaction when she met michaela. one very important thing about her history and biggest one it’s that she wasn’t attracted or in love with michael when she was with john, she learned it was okay to want and love michael after johns death and THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL. i really hope they don’t go towards a infidelity plot (cheating it’s not just kissing or sex, it can be a lot of things) john was her first love, she loved two people, but she loved and was happy with john. now, if that was just a bi panic moment? don’t care about this, fine, it’s okay and understandable. i just don’t want her having sex dreams about michaela while with john. please don’t do this.

that being said.

the whole “infertility plot” can be EVEN more powerful on her season. why? she would loose john’s baby. she wants to be a mother. if she stays with michaela? she won’t have a baby. later she can realize that she can adopt and there’s more than one way of being a mother, but that would be something to work towards it. she would have to abandon her dream (again, later realize she can still have it) in name of being in love and happy again. THAT IS SO POWERFUL.

the queen probably will give some permission to michaela be the earl, michaela could fight for the titles go to woman’s too. again, it’s not a historical accurate show.

in queen charlotte’s story the society had to deal with poc be included in society, in frannie story they’d have to heal with queer people be included on it.

frannie story can be so more powerful and beautiful and important.

yes bridgerton it’s a not perfect show, it’s not a 100% good adaptation, but it can be a powerful show. having poc and queer representation on it would be so more important than having your little story book become real on tv.

i don’t think that they’ll change eloise’s story specifically because we already met her *male* love interest, maybe she can have a fling with a woman next season, but honestly she needs to grow up before her season.

i don’t honestly know about benedict’s season. i don’t think they’ll genderbent sophie, but if they did it i would like it too. i honestly think they only made him bisexual (and frannie too) because they saw it the fans liked the idea.

BUT i think they can change hyacinth’s and gregory’s histories too. AND i would love to see it two. imagine hyacinth doing crime with a woman, IMAGINE gregory STEALING the GROOM from the altar (said groom having to be force to marry a woman despite being gay). i would love to see it.

honestly, i stoped hoping for book accuracy since anthony’s season and as much i didnt love it at the beginning, i learned to love it with time as a different and separate thing from the books.

you can be sad. just don’t spread hate. don’t be a racist. don’t be biphobic and/or queerphobic.

it’s so beautiful to have something like this happening in pride month don’t ruin another thing.

and if you want to “stop the show, it’s ruined for me” go ahead and do it. honestly? it won’t change a thing, people will still watch and it will still happen. queer people will continue to fight and love, and queer histories will continue to be told.

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Yokoya Days Ch 1: Kyoshi and the Little Red Terror

Characters: Rangi and Kyoshi (RoK characters tbh)

Pairing: Rangshi (Mostly Rangi crushing and Kyo showing signs of attraction) and also showing Kyoshi's crush on Yun (as little as I can cause I'm biased~!)

Rating: T

Summary:

Ever wonder what Kyoshi, Rangi, and Yun were like before the whole Iceberg incident? How they first met? And so on? Aka, little episodic adventures of 14/15/16 year old Yokoyan Trio.

Canon compliant, end game pairings in the actual novel u_u

(note/update for this chapter: the first few paragraphs didn't copy over for some reason *sobs* I've fixed it now)

Other Sites: AO3 

A/N: “I thought you weren’t gonna post new fics” This is different. 1) I am a liar and forgot I had this, 2) I am a liar and I sit on a throne of lies, 3) I have a problem and I should seek help. I’ve been wanting to write this fic for awhile ngl TT0TT I ended up doing Two Knives before this but jfkdsajf There’s a lot of overlap with this and Two Knives ngl. (partially cause I use some of Kyoshi’s “references to the blank days” towards this jfksajf) Basically this fic involves events I think happened during the “blank period” days, aka specifically during the 2ish years Yun was first announced as the Avatar. It’s more episodic tho I’ll try to keep it roughly in chronological order so I won’t just go from year 1 to year 2 on you. That being said, I do want to start somewhere a few weeks in and then maybe jump back to their first meetings. Regardless, you should get an idea where it takes place based on the text. I mostly wanna explore Kyoshi/Rangi/Yun’s friendship, with a focus on Kyoshi/Rangi’s growing feelings for each other (but obvie no ships cause Kyoshi doesn’t realize what she’s feeling and Rangi is too chicken to say anything). Because I’m Rangshi biased uwu Kyoshi’s crush on Yun with be touched but again, Rangshi bias. No “ending plan” (aka final chapter) planned. Again, episodic. We’re here for a fun time.

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Kyoshi was going to be fired. She was sure of it. Only two weeks in. At least, she thought it was two? Time was flying by so fast since she started working at the Avatar’s mansion. 

The Avatar was found, the building’s skeleton was basically sprung up the very next day, and at the same time Kelsang informed her she had a job! And a bed! And prepared meals! Everything she could ever hope and dream and ask for!

But now she was going to lose all of that! 

“Please be too busy to notice, please be too busy to notice!” Kyoshi chanted to herself, hoping that if she repeated it enough times, she could will it into the universe.

She was sprinting back to the mansion after retrieving a package in Yokoya, unfortunately she ran into Aoma and her cronies, who gave chase. She really didn’t have time to deal with the likes of them, but, alas, fate was never on her side.

The entire ordeal sidetracked her by nearly twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of having to dodge rocks and dirt! Twenty minutes of running through the nearby forest to lose them! Twenty minutes she didn’t have! And now? She was a mess, and as if coming back late wasn’t bad enough, she would also have to deal with Auntie Mui’s lecture on her attire!

Kyoshi could only hope Auntie Mui, amongst others, were too busy to pay her any mind as she snuck back in and changed.

As soon as she saw the top of the gate that led to the mansion, Kyoshi breathed a metaphorical sigh of relief. Her lungs were too pained and preoccupied to actually waste energy sighing. The guards at the gate nodded at her upon recognition, but did nothing else. Kyoshi nodded at them in return as she dashed through the doors.

Despite her instincts, here she couldn’t help but hold her breath as she passed underneath the gate. Only stopping her run where she got to the other side, and braced herself.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four moments passed and nothing. She quickly looked around. There was no little red terror nearby. She was safe!

Kyoshi got her lungs back to work, and made her way around the back. Her next obstacle was sneaking around Auntie Mui to the laundry area. Luckily, the estate was bustling, in part because the construction workers were attempting to finish another big part of the mansion, the other was because they needed to get things ready for a trip the Avatar was about to take.

I’ll just drop the package off, then I’ll grab a change of clothes. I’ll sneak the dirty ones into the laundry and no one will know! She thought to herself. A fool proof plan!

Making her way down to the kitchen. She quickly and quietly bobbed and weaved through the bustling servants and cooks to drop the package off. Thankfully, everyone was nose deep in their own tasks and worries. Even Auntie Mui was too busy with a giant pot to notice her!

She quickly grabbed a spare uniform, but repressed a swear when she realized the bin of used laundry was already taken to be washed. She’d have to sneak her load in there when the other maid wasn’t looking. With her task done and new bounty in hand, she ran up the stairs as she formulated the strategy in her head.

Rin’s probably near the river. Which means I’ll need to go to the front gate again, and then go around back… But first I need to quickly change in my room before I–

“Where do you think you’re going?” a steely voice asked as Kyoshi passed it.

Kyoshi froze in her tracks and closed her eyes in despair. Dammit. Just… dammit !

Kyoshi turned around to face her demise. Her eyes landed on a Fire National girl around Kyoshi’s age. Rangi .

Rangi had a beautiful face and pretty porcelain skin, one could mistake her for a living breathing doll if not for her attire. Donned in her blood red armor, sleek black hair pulled back into a professional topknot. She was as fierce as any soldier could be. She was also tall, taller than most girls, but not as tall as Kyoshi. Thus, she was still forced to look up at the taller maid. And oh boy, did she have a look . A killer glare that never left her face, only made possible by her piercing bronze eyes.

She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Surely lying in wait to surprise Kyoshi like she tended to do. Though the posture was the most casual Kyoshi had yet to see the military trained Fire National don. Kyoshi briefly wondered if trying to give Kyoshi a scare was becoming something of a casual event for her.

That idea greatly irked Kyoshi.

“ Miss Rangi , what a pleasant surprise,” Kyoshi said with an uneasy smile. She really didn’t know how to deal with the young firebender, and as usual, prayed for the interaction to be over with quickly.

The girl glowered at Kyoshi in response as she stood up straight and approached Kyoshi.

Friendly as always. Kyoshi thought to herself. But she didn’t let it get her down. Maybe she could talk her way out of the conversation? Her chances were as great as watching a cow pig fly, but she was out of options. “What brings you over here this fine afternoon?”

Why are you hanging around me instead of the Avatar?

Despite Rangi’s moniker of being the Avatar’s bodyguard, Rangi seemed to hang around the staff more than her own charge. Kyoshi tried to piece what little knowledge she had on the other two teens that resided in the mansion with her, which wasn’t a lot and she had made attempts to keep it that way. It seemed that Rangi would be left to her own devices when the Avatar was in the middle of training, which appeared to be often . Which meant she had a lot of free time. Much to Kyoshi's displeasure.

It appeared that Rangi had taken a special interest in Kyoshi. She was always just around the corner, waiting to yell at her about some task she needed to do. Or how her uniform wasn’t up to code. Or vent her grievances about Kyoshi’s (lackluster) performance. She seemed to have thoughts on just about anything .

Maybe it was because they were the same age? Or because she reigned higher than Kyoshi in status? But like Aoma, Rangi didn’t seem to have the ability to just leave Kyoshi alone .

Kyoshi supposed she should be grateful Rangi was just bossy . She’d yet to lay a hand on Kyoshi like Aoma or the other children in the village had done in the past. But, Aoma had been like that too. Started off as a mouthy brat, but when she realized she could get away with a slap or two? Well… Kyoshi didn’t have the best childhood to say the least. Because of that, she refused to let her guard down around the firebender. No matter what Kelsang tried to convince her otherwise…

As she approached, Rangi’s ever keenful eyes glanced down at what Kyoshi was holding. Kyoshi tried to hide the clothes but she was too slow.

“Why are you carrying those around?” her eyes widened as she took in Kyoshi’s appearance. “Why is your uniform dirty ?!”

Kyoshi repressed an eyeroll. Of course the military brat would be aghast about her dirtied uniform. Yes, she’d become dirty because of Aoma, but it’s not like she wouldn’t get dirty after a hard day's work anyway! With the mansion still incomplete and not open to visitors, Kyoshi just didn’t understand why Auntie Mui and Rangi were so hung up on clean attire… It just felt like a waste of resources to be so anal about having the cleanest clothes when they’re all in the middle of doing hard labor.

She heard the girl was from an esteemed clan in the Fire Nation, she was probably so well off she probably didn’t have to worry about dirt ever existing near her. Maybe that explained it? Rangi probably had everything handed to her too. Like this job, thanks to her mother’s connections with the previous Avatar…

“Well?!” Rangi glared brought Kyoshi out of her thoughts, the look stinging like she was being cut by a thousand knives. What was the saying? ‘If looks could kill?’

“If looks could kill she’d be more like an assassin than a bodyguard,” Kyoshi mumbled to herself. The girl would be better suited on the frontlines of some battle than hanging out in a calm place like this.

“ What was that?!” Rangi looked at Kyoshi like she was about to set her on fire.

Apparently she didn’t mumble softly enough. And it probably wasn’t the best idea to equate a bodyguard to their biggest threat.

Still, you’re only proving my point even more! Ugh, me and my big mouth. “Nothing! Just wondering why you’re hanging around here instead of bodyguarding!” Kyoshi said with an anxious smile, attempting to come off as friendly. Despite never having a friend before…and also despite fearing for her life.

Rangi’s mouth fell open, and Kyoshi realized what she said. What it sounded like: ‘Why can’t you do your damn job? You slacker.’ Or probably something insulting like that…

This was why Kyoshi didn’t want to be around her. Rangi had the power to screw over what little lot Kyoshi had in life. And Kyoshi was too much of a clod when it came to talking to people of high status, let alone talking to someone from another Nation. She was sure to piss off the firebender, even if it was accidental.

And she was proving herself right! Talk about a walking self-fulfilling prophecy.

Kyoshi put her palm up in a stopping position. A meager barrier between her and a fiery spirit of vengeance reincarnated, but a barrier nonetheless. “No I mean! I–I, uh,” Come on, think of something before she blows up! “Not that you aren’t a good bodyguard! I just think it’s a little weird you keep following me around–”

Rangi’s face reddened as bright as a fire lily and her mouth snapped shut. Her jaw clenched so tightly, Kyoshi could see the veins bulging from it.

“Not that–that’s an issue!” Kyoshi said hurriedly. Apparently she’d just dosed the flame with gasoline. Was it her phrasing? Yeah it probably was. “It’s totally not annoying!”

Despite Kyoshi trying to sound reassuring, it came off as more annoyed with Rangi. Which she was, but that was still the exact opposite tone she wanted to sound in this situation!

Rangi’s eyes bulged wide as she took a step back. Kyoshi noticed Rangi’s fist balling at her sides. Today was apparently the day she’d pissed the firebender off to no return.

This isn’t working. Maybe I should be a kiss ass? Compliment her? “I mean it! It’s not! It’s actually kind of charming how you’re always biting…at my…heels…”

A cold wind blew past the girls despite it being a warm summer’s day.

Kyoshi could physically feel all the blood draining from her body. Cursing that damned callous tongue of hers. She wondered if she should bite it off. It was too late to salvage the situation, but maybe it’d help her in the future? Assuming she lived. Either from the blood loss of such an act, or from Rangi somehow not killing her on the spot…

She looked back at Rangi who was looking at the ground. Entire body shaking and pissed off looking. Her face was so red it blended in perfectly with her armor. If Kyoshi didn’t want to die by fireblast, she should probably make her escape now.

“I’mjustgonnago!” she said hurriedly, before sprinting off.

“Wha– Hey! Get back here!” She heard Rangi call after her, but thankfully the firebender didn’t give chase.

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Kyoshi nodded to the guardsmen again as she raced out of the mansion with her laundry. Rin was probably around back where the nearest river was. With the amount of clothes needed washing for the servants and workers of the mansion, they usually just did it by the river. Though, Kyoshi was sure once the mansion was open to visitors, the visitors would rather their clothes be washed under the safety of the mansion’s roof. Which would mean lugging buckets full of water up the hill from either the well or river nearby.

Kyoshi didn’t look forward to that future.

Swiftly and quietly, she made her way down the path, quickly diverting into the forest to where the river resided. She used her new silent stepping technique she learned from Auntie Mui. Well, more like Auntie Mui drilled it into her like a drill sergeant. She was so strict sometimes, Kyoshi wondered if the woman used to be in the military. Perhaps the cook for the military?

She ducked under a branch and saw Rin, scrubbing a pair of pants on the washing board, back turned.

Kyoshi held her breath as she approached, and dropped her clothes into the dirty bin before slowly easing back. Rin didn’t hear any of it. Mission success!

With a large, pleased grin, Kyoshi made her way to the path and back to the mansion. She was now free to… Well, she didn’t know what to do. She’d finished all the tasks they’d assigned to her today so far. She supposed she would keep busy and clean up around the mansion? That’s what she usually did with her free time. At least, until someone, usually Rangi, came running up to her to assign a new task for her.

“Hey, Kyoshi! Whatcha doin’?” a friendly voice asked behind and above her.

Kyoshi jumped at the sound, and then inwardly groaned when she recognized who the voice belonged to.

It was the other pain in her ass.

She turned around to see the devilishly handsome Avatar Yun, laying flat on his stomach on a nearby roof that peeked over the mansion wall. He had his elbows propped up so he could hold his head in his hands, kicking his legs in the air as he observed Kyoshi.

“You seem hard at work!” he grinned at Kyoshi. Kyoshi fought the blush that rose in her cheeks. It was the world's cruelest joke that he looked so good when he smiled.

“Kyoshi?” she heard Rin’s voice call out through the trees. “Wait, why are you here?”

Kyoshi felt her heart race, realizing that the Avatar had seen the whole thing and that Rin knew she was there too. Needless to say, she booked it out of there.

“H–hey! Wait!” Kyoshi heard the Avatar call after her, but she didn’t stop.

It wasn’t until she was at the gate that it dawned on her, not stopping would mean disobeying the Avatar…which was probably a fireable offense.

Dammit! But I can’t be near him! He and Rangi were both bad news. She upset either one of them? Fired. Instantly. It was better to just avoid them.

Which was harder than it looked. Fate seemed destined to put them in her path, whether she wanted it or not. Like right now.

She gazed up and saw Rangi waiting at the entrance for her. As usual.

Does she really not have anything better to do? Kyoshi griped. Nevertheless, she approached the entrance. Ready to face whatever punishment the firebender had ready to deal out. She was probably still steaming from the earlier interaction.

She greeted Rangi with a deep bow, like she did with every person who was of higher status than her. Which was most people. She hoped that it would help lessen the firebender’s fury, at least by a little.

“Miss–”

“You have duties in the kitchen you need to attend to!” Rangi commanded, in a strong voice like she usually did.

Kyoshi was both surprised and not. It looked like Auntie Mui wasn’t done with her just yet.

She bowed at Rangi again. “Thank you Miss Rangi, I will take my leave.”

Kyoshi passed by the firebender and started walking back towards the kitchen. At least her clothes were clean, so she was sure to avoid a scolding from Auntie Mui… Unless Rangi tattled on her while she was away, which was a possibility.

As she walked, she heard the near mute steps of the soldier behind her. She turned around to face Rangi. “You don’t have to follow me.” She tried to say it as neutral as possible, just a statement of fact. But even Kyoshi knew her voice came out a tad harsh. She didn’t have the energy to feel bad about it, however.

Rangi glared at the ground, and mumbled, “Auntie Mui asked me to fetch you…”

Kyoshi felt her expression soften. Like her, Rangi did have to follow orders. Not that she thought Auntie Mui was her superior, but she did run the kitchen as the head cook. So it gave her some commanding status.

Kyoshi thought back on the other times Rangi came by to deliver a message and follow her to Kyoshi’s next duty. Perhaps the firebender was in a similar boat as Kyoshi? A lot of freetime to help around the mansion?

Regardless, Kyoshi felt her expression soften just slightly at Rangi. If Auntie Mui personally asked Rangi to escort Kyoshi…then Kyoshi couldn’t complain.

“Fine…” Kyoshi sighed and kept walking with the little red terror not far behind her. 

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A/N: The novels mentioned the first few weeks were a bit……weird. She was supposedly still getting used to Rangi who just…..yelled at her. TT0TT Between Rangi probably being at her least chill (and having chilled out A LOT over the past 2-3 years, aka RoK/SoK), and Kyoshi having the worst track record at reading her (and her REALLY wanting to keep her job? Oof the combo) jasklfjd I figured we’d have some tension. Anyway *points at myself in the mirror* We are going to have these be short chapters. We love ourselves! Ok? Got that? Good! We’re only here to have fun adventures with adorable babies! uwu

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Baby #3 Pregnancy announcement insta au

A/N this has been sitting in my drafts unfinished since march 🫣 also, this series has no face claim, I just happened to find pictures that all matched and I liked them so I used them.

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EntertainmentTonight Jack Harlow walked the 2023 Grammy's red carpet alone tonight. This marks the first red carpet he's walked without wife Y/N by his side. Could this mean trouble in paradise for the couple who has currently has two kids together? In our interview with Jack, he says no. Watch the moment in the interview where Jack talks about his wife and judge for yourself.

*Video*

"So, we've noticed the absence of one person with you Jack, your wife Y/N, is she supporting you tonight?" The interviewer asked Jack.

"Oh, Y/N is here with me, she just decided not to walk with me, but she's here supporting me. I barely go anywhere without Y/N, I'm sure it pisses my team off sometimes." Jack answered, laughing softly. "Hasn't changed since we were 16, and that's not changing now."

You and Jack decided you wanted to keep the pregnancy to yourselves for awhile, so between keeping your pregnancy a secret and because you had still been nauseous from your morning sickness, you decided not to walk with Jack. You were only 4 months pregnant, but you were showing, so if you would have walked, you would have had to announce your pregnancy.

"Does it feel weird walking without her? Since this is the first time you've ever been on a red carpet without her?" They asked.

"It does feel weird walking without her, but she'll be back by my side once I get inside, so that's all that matters." Jack answered.

"And where are your kids tonight?" They asked.

"The girls are at home with their grandparents, we're only here for the weekend and my parents love having them, and the girls are always begging to have sleepovers with them, so we decided to make it a little parents getaway weekend. We don't really do award shows with them, they came to watch me host the MTV VMA's but other then that, we try to keep it separate. I'd rather them be having fun at home then stuck in a hotel room since we're barely gone 48 hours." Jack answered.

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Jackfan52 Jack said they are good, I don’t know why we’re even entertaining this random drama.

Jackfan65 Are there any pictures of her there at all??

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Yourusername I get photoshoots, and Urbanwyatt gets my friendship in return. Oh and surprise, baby #3 in July.

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ClaybornHarlow So excited to be an uncle again

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Jackharlow Family of 5 soon. July 2023.

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Analyzing Invention: Jan-Aug 2024

We are now two-thirds through 2024. Each week, a new challenge has appeared as part of the Inventor's Fair, a Magic: the Gathering card design contest blog here on Tumblr.

For the uninitiated, each week, a design challenge is announced on the blog and members of the community create cards meeting the design specifications. At the end of the week, a few winners and runner-ups are selected from the submission.

So let's take a look at some of the trends so far this year - January through August.

Art. Katerina of Myra's Marvels. Illustrated by Gaboleps

The Contests

Through August, there have been 33 contests: 11 being led by @abelzumi, 10 being led by @spooky-bard, and the rest led by an assortment of judges (Note: there were 6 contest in which the judge didn't identify themselves).

Throughout these 33 contests, there have been 723 entries, spread over 110 unique participants. Of those participants, there have been 17 who have submitted at least 17 submissions (50+% participation). A special shout-out to @nine-effing-hells for their 33 submissions.

On average, there have been 22 participants per contest, with the highest being Common Wonders (30 participants) and the lowest being a tie between My Better Half, War Never* Changes and Spoiled for Choice (16 participants).

Fig. 1 - Line Graph of the Number of Entries Per Contest. Blue dots represent the number of entries for a contest, and the green line represents the 3-contest average.

The Submissions

As previously mentioned, there have been 723 unique entries (some of which had multiple designs, such as all the ones submitted for My Better Half).

In previous evaluations, we looked at all sorts of data: such as card types, mana value, and rarities. While prepping for this iteration, I asked what folks would like to see. The request: let's see some color breakdowns. So let's deep-dive!

Starting off, let's look at general color identities. If they are at least partial in the color, they'll be included here. In order:

Black: 232

Blue: 224

Red: 215

White: 211

Green: 156

Most of the colors are pretty close in the number of entries, except poor ol' green. This is the same from what we saw in the January-April update as well. (The order then was almost the exact same, with just blue and black swapping places).

The pattern is similar when we look at solely mono color entries, with Blue and Red swapping places:

Black: 91

Red: 87

Blue: 83

White: 80

Green: 55

Fig. 2 - Image of Kermit the Frog, with text saying "It's not easy bein' green".

Now let's dip into a well we haven't before: multi-color entries!

Based on our general color tendencies, you might think Dimir (blue-black) OR Rakdos (black-red) would be in the top spot. And while they do make a good showing (at #2 and #4 respectively), the top spot might surprise you:

Orzhov (W B): 35

Dimir (U B): 34

Izzet (U R): 30

Rakdos (B R): 26

Azorius (W U): 24

Boros (R W): 23

Simic (G U): 22

Gruul (R G): 20

Selesnya (G W): 16

Golgari (B G): 13

Unsurprisingly, all 4 green guilds were lowest on the list. I was surprised that Golgari was lowest though, with the general black designs being the most prominent.

For three colors, most of the 10 options are fairly close, between 3 and 5 entries each. The slight stand-out was Abzan (W B G) with 6. There has been only a single 4-color design, Atraxa's Command designed by @khyrberos (g w u b), and four 5-color designs.

There have also been 35 colorless cards designed. I'll give a note here on lands - since we are looking a color identity and not mana cost, many lands are in a color bucket, not just here in colorless land.

Well, that about sums things up for this time around. It's always cool to see everyone's submissions each week as part of the @inventors-fair! Y'all are awesome, and I can't wait to see what designs you come up with through the end of the year. And maybe, just maybe, think about adding some green :).

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Sella my sweet lovely darling, please could we have an update on the Covid fic? I know you hate this question but I must ask 🙏🙏 A sneak peek would make my week (note the rhyming❤️)

i have not touched it recently but you can have another snippet 🙏🏼 only bc you asked so nicely ☺️

atp idr what i’ve posted but here’s something 😭

The rest was history. They kept talking every day, went to great lengths to go to each other’s games in different states, and were told over and over how ‘special’ their connection was. Azzi didn’t get it at first. Paige was her best friend, but everyone had a best friend that they loved the way she loved hers, didn’t they?

It had taken a couple years, but eventually Azzi had figured it out. Paige wasn’t just her best friend, she was her person. There was never going to be anyone else. There was no fanfare, no announcement or confession, just quiet acceptance as a 16-year-old Azzi had sat on her bed and tried to make sense of her uncharacteristically messy thoughts neatly scrawled in a little purple notebook that she carefully kept hidden from her parents and siblings. She’d confided only in Stewie before vowing to never tell anyone else.

Just this once, Azzi had been glad that she wasn’t brave like Paige. She wasn’t ready to change everything, especially when she was almost positive that she already knew what Paige’s answer would be.

Azzi was disciplined, and she was able to keep up their routine, never acting in a way that would alert Paige. She knew their dynamic, and she could act accordingly. Well, mostly. It was so much easier when they were apart and Paige was just some pixels on a screen, just her goofy best friend.

When they were together, Azzi had to exercise nearly all of her self-discipline. Because when she was in the same room as Paige, she couldn’t ignore the way her eyes shone and her smile that was only ever kind. She couldn’t ignore the sharp lines of Paige’s body, from her cheeks to her collarbones to other places that she was definitely not supposed to be looking at. And she especially couldn’t ignore how physical Paige was; touching, brushing, and grabbing without a care in the world because she was just so full of love and had to get it out somehow.

•••••

So Azzi is worried. Not that she’ll get sick of Paige, but that she’ll ruin everything or somehow fall more in love, and she doesn’t even know which would be worse.

“AZZI!” Jon’s loud voice snaps her out of her thoughts.

She shakes her head. “What did you say?”

“I said thanks a lot for helping us with Paige’s stuff,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes as he goes inside.

“Sorry, I zoned out,” she calls to his back. How long had she been standing there? Shaking her head again, Azzi wanders into the kitchen where she finds her best friend talking to her parents.

Paige is wearing a tank top. It looks like she’s put on some muscle since the last time Azzi saw her. Azzi stares at the ceiling. She’s fine. This is going to be fine.

[aroceu]

some thoughts on leaving a social media website...again

as of 10/16/2024, twitter has announced its intention to implement a new feature into the platform: instead of blocking allowing you to block certain accounts from viewing your profile if it's public, it now just... doesn't do that anymore. it only limits interaction. though this certainly isn't a surprise with musk's twitter rollouts since 2021—when i first saw people start to trickle out—this, in particular, breaks a lot of users boundaries and has prompted many to private their accounts and move to bluesky.

i'm in support of this, btw—the ceo of bsky is strongly opposed to ever running any sort of ads on the site ("won't enshittify the network with ads"), doesn't use any blockchain technology, and has a culture where supplying alt text on images is the norm. your main timeline is in reverse-chronological order (like intended), but there are other separate options to create a custom algorithmic feed for certain types of content, only if you wish to. though bsky is a work in progress, i have high hopes for what it can be in the future: that is, usable, practical, and more reminiscent of what it was like when twitter first started, than how twitter currently is.

but despite my love for bluesky, i won't spend too much time glazing yet another microblogging platform. instead, i'm here to ponder the concept of social media: why we have it, why we use it, and why these moves happen in the first place. people have been trickling in and out of twitter ever since the richest and evilest man in the world took possession of it; especially in a fandom sense, there's been a back and forth between twitter and tumblr due to tumblr's former porn ban, as well. we all have principles and morals that guide the decisions we make, including what websites we decide to use. they speak to a pattern of not only our culture as people at any given time—but how these platforms have the power to implement these changes whenever they want. and we, as individuals, must make decisions both based on those principles, but also our desires to fit in.

i'll start off by saying this—eventually i'm going to start talking about what social media means for creatives. but there is in fact an extremely well-written article about this already that goes into more detail. if you're more interested in that, let me direct you there first: R U AN ARTIST ON SOCIAL MEDIA??? by omoulo

with that out of the way, let's talk about me, shall we?

i got onto the internet through geocities—crazy sentence to say now after all these years. of course, i played neopets and flash games like many other kids, but that was mostly through knowing those websites and urls existed, and preserving them in my mind so i could return to them for some mindless minutes of entertainment later. geocities was my first introduction to the creative, user-designed web, so to speak. instead of being a number to interact with a thing that someone else has made—a flash game, a youtube video, a website where you can collect fictional pets—the idea of geocities to me at the time was this idea of participating on the internet. being a part of it. writing whatever i wanted and posting it. sharing the link with others. having others find it and read it too—a part of me, my method of creative self-expression, whatever i desired to write and post on the less than permanent internet.

my best friend at the time was the one who needled me into creating accounts—first an email address, then an AIM, then a myspace, then an IMVU, so on and so forth. i wasn't going out looking for these, and though i'd heard of them before or seen ads of some of these sites, i wasn't interested in actually being on these platforms and making these accounts until my friend told me that i should. call me a people pleaser or easily influenced or whatever; i was 12. but it was through this link sharing, this naivety and ignorance of the vastness of the internet, that allowed me to be fascinated with the world wide web in the first place.

i usually cite quizilla as my first "fandom" website, because it was—but it wasn't because i found it by accident. it wasn't that i googled it or looked for a personality test and stumbled upon it. no, it's because i was chatting with a friend on AIM, and she had found some crazy chain letter story and shared it to me for how absurd it was, and sent me the link. it was on quizilla.

literally the moment i clicked that link changed my life forever. even though i read the crazy story, i also clicked on the username of the person who posted it, out of curiosity. that person had jonas brothers fanfics on their quizilla profile, of all things, which led me into an obsession with the jonas brothers in the 2 years that followed. through that link—that account—that platform—i got a lot more interested in writing, webdesign, and what it meant to be on the internet, not just as a numbered participant, but also as someone with an imagination, who finds fulfillment in creative expression. i wrote the longest thing i'd ever written in that time (30k of a self-insert, but we won't go into that), began to experiment with css and website design, and participated, sharing stuff that i thought was interesting or fun, worth 5 minutes of anyone's time.

the internet wasn't just about being a place where my presence didn't matter anymore—it became a medium of self-expression. more than that, it became a place where i could meet and socialize with people, especially as i developed avpd in my high school years.

the internet wasn't always like this. right now, when we talk about the internet, we don't talk about the random websites we find, the links we stumble upon. (i have an entire website dedicated to those for me, though.) the games we spend hours playing, by ourselves, without interacting with others. random personality tests, or just simply the news. we talk about google, but in the same way we talk about facebook, or even twitter. it's a verb; it's omnipresent; it exists within the context of our internet culture, but becomes meaningless outside of it. it's not to say it doesn't have meaning—but that the language we use represents our relationship with it, this assumed normalcy. this assumed dependence.

i bring up my own history because as young as i feel compared to many of my older internet friends, and how late to the game i always felt—i was there. i was there on the internet before twitter (since 2009), tumblr (since 2010), facebook (i lied about my age), bluesky now, and whatever will come in the future. i was there when people were saying that the internet was still being written; when websites were made with tables (eugh); when email was the primary way to connect with others, because irc was for nerds and nothing else had been invented yet.

i'm a big advocate for not looking at the past with rose colored glasses and getting caught up in nostalgia and greener grass. i believe that technology is not inherently harmful or bad—it creates more options for accessibility, especially for those who are disabled. and even outside of that, it allows us to learn about more people, communicate with others with a few keystrokes, and form relationships that we otherwise would never get to have. i don't want this to seem like i'm saying "man remember how good the internet used to be?" because i'm not—i believe that as things change, there are benefits as much as there are hindrances.

of course, it bears saying that the primary hindrance—of current twitter, of many platforms over the years, and the internet with increasing recency—is corporations. big money interests. capitalism.

it's why we get so tired of ads—it's why ads exist in the first place. it's why these social media platforms that used to feel like they were made by the same people who would use them (livejournal, youtube, twitter) have suddenly become these soulless impersonal websites. it becomes more obvious that they want you to use them more because they sell you on exclusivity and visual minimalism, rather than because that's where your friends are, and you have this unique way to express yourself.

in fact, i'll say this: the first time i learned about facebook when i was too young to use it, i was not impressed. i had a myspace at the time that i had dolled up to make pretty with sparkly gifs and obnoxious colors and weird fonts. when i saw how boring and samey everyone's facebook profile page was, i was like, what's the point? sure i could talk to my classmates and random other people in my life that i didn't really care about, but what about making myself different from others? what about my creative expression? what about having an account that makes me look unique, instead of blending in with everyone else?

and so here i am nearly two decades later pondering about the use of social media, our individuality as well as our collective interests, and how the internet has changed so much, both in itself and how it affects us, in that time.

i'm here because i want to talk to my friends and meet new people with common interests and get excited about them. i don't want to feel left out, but that's a normal experience—outside of fomo, it is in our core to connect with others. it's the whole meaning of everything. it's why i even made an email in the first place, in my basement with my best friend, secretly setting up a yahoo account because she wanted another way to talk to me, and i wanted another way to talk to her. it's why people have been leaving twitter little by little for another site—the same site as many others, because that's where all their friends are. whether it's bsky or mastodon or misskey or just back here on tumblr, we're here not just because of our desire for community, but even as simple as our desire for a bond, a relationship with another human being. to me, that is how "social media" is defined—a medium through which we socialize because of this innate desire.

and yet, of course the enshittification and corporatification makes this more difficult for us, in ways more than one. because the fact is that as we (as people) became better at using the internet, finished writing it, and understood it—psychologically and sociologically—so did the corporations. or advertisers, you take your pick. we, the everypeople who use the internet as means to fulfill our social and other self-indulgent desires, are not the only people here. as with many things else in the world, the internet turned from an unpredictable but fun mess of us figuring shit out as we went along, into a product designed to keep us using it and engaging with it more, so some rich people can put even more money into their pockets. it's why twitter is the way it is now; even why tumblr is the way it is. why social media has become about "content creation" and "small businesses." why it feels like, every day, we see more ads and AI generated bullshit, as a little bit of the original soul of the internet gets sucked away day by day.

but even there, i don't want to come across as cynical or world-weary. though i believe this to be true, i don't think it says anything about our lack of agency, or our lack of innate humanity. instead, i believe that this means, at least on the individual level, that we should think more about not only what we're doing on the internet, but why we're doing it. how we're doing it. are we here because we're addicted? or is there something we're getting out of it? sure, many websites now have more addictive UI and algorithms that tell the receptors of our brain to return to them because we were getting so much dopamine from them earlier. but i also wouldn't necessarily argue that the only solution to this is to, then, go offline.

i have many friends who've elected to depart social media but stay online—friends who i met through website building, to be fair, but that's one of my main points. i already wrote a manifesto on my love letter to the personal website; but the tl;dr is this:

the internet is not evil, it is not good, it is just a form. if we desire to express ourselves and socialize with others in this space, it does not have to be just about social media, and creating a new account on a new website every time people move. instead, we have personhood—we have individuality, we have agency. we have the ability to build our own websites, no matter how shitty or times new roman comic sansy or color clashy or sometimes inaccessible they can be. regardless of all these seeming impractical setbacks though, it does not absolve us of that ability to do whatever we want on the internet. and it also bears saying that websites, both the personal and impersonal, can change over time, for better or worse.

i am a huge proponent for people making their own personal websites. it makes me so so happy that neocities is gaining popularity, mostly because i love seeing people try their own hand at making a website for themselves, a new form of self-expression. i won't go into too much detail on this because i've already said everything i want to say about it (see above), but if you take away anything from this post, let it be this: consider making a personal website, a corner of the internet, for yourself, by yourself. not just because you want people to engage with it, or because you want to curate to an algorithm or an artistic/fannish trend. not because you want the things you make to gain traction, to get bigger numbers without considering the people behind those numbers, as soon as possible.

do it because you want to. because you have to. because you think it's cool, and because it's you. people may find it and judge it; but they may like it as well. the more unique and authentic and weird we are with each other, the more we are able to appreciate each other for who we really are. the internet is one of many places we can do this.

i don't really see these forms of self-expression separate from social media, but i do see social media separate from it. to me, social media is a vehicle to strengthen those connections, those relationships, much like DMs and IRCs; but it is not the be-all, end all of the internet. it's only a small part of it. not everything is permanent on the internet; but everything that ever has been online is a microcosm of the human experience, whether it's an old cloudflare site or twitter dot com in 2010.

our experiences on the internet are not about corporate interests. it's about using limewire to download pirate music, sharing random links we find, building a design that may not be practical or universally appealing but still represents a form of individuality. when i think of how the internet has grown, i don't think about what it means for companies or advertisers or what meetings must go on to get people like me to keep using it—i think about remembering the difference between addicting games dot com and addicted games dot com, clicking links on websites to find even more websites, sitting at the family computer and deciding if i wanted to spend hours on neopets or that one willy wonka flash game i grinded like several hours on one night when i was 7. i think about what it's always meant to me, because the internet was not always a centralized place where i was going on the same website every day. the rise of internet centralization to the point that it's become expected, the norm, the primary way any of us to be online, is not inherently a bad thing—but i wouldn't say it's a universal good, either, when the internet is a wide and vast space, and can be so much more than that.

because the one thing that remains throughout the years is our agency and choice. we still have the ability to make the internet what we want it to be, or at least a corner of it, something separate from the corporations, the enshittification, economically researched user interfaces and experiences, the advertisements, the "like and share so the algorithm boosts me more." there's still a point to it all without the money, and without twitter. and it's both our desire for creativity and self-expression, as well as our intrinsic bonds with each other. despite it all, it's about our humanity.

as the internet continues to grow, so do we. nevertheless, the importance of our humanity, and retaining it, will remain. oftentimes it is up to us to remind ourselves of that.

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links here, for access:

Bluesky CEO Jay Graber Says She Won’t ‘Enshittify the Network With Ads’

R U AN ARTIST ON SOCIAL MEDIA??? by omoulo

links @ kingdra.net (my links, like bookmarks)

A manifesto of sorts; or, my love letter to the personal website by me

[matchalovertrait]

It was business as usual at Postres de Alegría. Some people may find it mundane, but Noemí would describe it more as peaceful. Before opening, she cleaned, baked, and set up the baked goods in the displays. Angela, their employee, came in when the store opened and cleaned the kitchen.

Noemí took this time to interact with the customers. Besides baking and bringing people joy with her pastries, her other favorite part of this career is building connections with people. She loves hearing about their lives and sharing laughs with them. It is always such a delight when regulars come and chat like they're lifelong friends. In fact, it looked like one just came in now! Well, they weren't exactly friends yet, but Noemí was sure she could get him to talk more one of these days.

The customer busted through the doors when Noemí began to wave and welcome him, but he cut her off. "Hello, everyone! As you may have heard, Alto's Bakery is opening very soon," the man proclaimed. Okay... maybe he was not just a customer?

Noemí and the rest of the people in the bakery stared at this strange man in silence. Nobody reads the newspaper anymore, so they were a little clueless. "I'm sorry, sir?" Noemi inquired. "Why are you announcing this in my bakery?"

"I'm Alfonso Alto and I welcome each and every one of you to my all-authentic Italian bakery, which is set to open very soon." After Alfonso said this, the customers gasped and started whispering amongst themselves. "Alfonso Alto?" "Brother of Nick and Bert?" "Wow, it's really him.." "I thought he moved permanently to Isla Paradiso." "Yes, it really is me! By the way, make sure to come to the grand opening. The first 50 people to come get 50% off on their entire order," Alfonso added. "As my family name suggests, the quality of our pastries is high, but don't worry! Our prices are low." Noemí tried not to let out the biggest groan. Was that supposed to be a slogan? That's way too wordy.

Now there was a lot of chatter coming from everywhere in the bakery. Many people seemed interested. "Will Alto's Bakery have cannolis?" someone asked. It seemed like Alfonso was making a mental note before he answered. Maybe cannolis were not even part of the menu before the customer asked that? "Of course! We will also have blueberry cheesecake, churros, tres leches cake, and more." Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Now he's just naming popular items from Postres de Alegría. "Sir, please. Let's talk outside," Noemí told him. She tried to remain civil in front of the customers.

Once they were outside, she spoke her mind. "Are you okay in the head? You must be in love with Teodor if you're this obsessed with him."

"No, but I am in love with his ideas. The resort didn't exactly go as planned, so I came to analyze his business practices in person. Then, I saw what a great business he has here. I'm switching industries."

"It's not just his business," Noemí's voice broke. "It's mine too."

"Look, it's nothing personal. I'm just following the money," Alfonso sat flatly. Suddenly, Noemí heard another man's voice.

"Alfonso, you should be ashamed of yourself. I hoped you would have changed after 16 years. Now, leave. You already made your point." Teodor came a bit too late, which please Alfonso. He got to ruin their morale without any interruption and still got to see the look on Teodor's face.

"You're right, I had my fun here. I'll be on my way out," Alfonso said before he left. He looked over his shoulder and smirked.

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the god damned shaking camera in GO s2

No, literally.

These aren't the only time the camera shakes--specifically the camera, and not the environment, like when the characters stumble and lose their footing because the actual ground is shaking. The camera is also not terribly smooth in s1 either, but it's far less noticeable. In the last gif, that's the present day--so this happens in the present too, not just the past.

Every single one of these moments where the camera shakes happen at a crucial moral, character-point: a point that changes the characters' values, who they are.

What is actually shaking, though? The camera is essentially our view; in s1 our view was god's view. That makes the camera-view the sky, aka the heavens. The heavens are shaking.

Biblically, a "shaking of the heavens and earth" is a common phrase, and it's tied to the end times. Shaking of the earth is used to indicate god's presence and power--in GO we saw Satan's arrival shake the earth, and when angels and demons arrive they often cause a little quake. The shaking of the heavens refers to the destruction of the enemies of the righteous, of Jesus (keep in mind this is about real Christianity, not GO itself):

For Hebrews, the “shaking” of heaven and earth refers to the judgment of the enemies of God. This is what God promised at the enthronement of Jesus. God said to Him: “Sit at my right hand until I make your enemies a footstool for your feet” (Heb. 1:13, ESV). Thus, Jesus has defeated the enemy (Heb. 2:14–16) and been enthroned (Heb. 1:5–14), but the enemies have not yet been destroyed (Heb. 10:11–14; 1 Cor. 15:23–25). But God will destroy these enemies in the future, when He will shake the heavens and the earth. The shaking of the heavens and the earth means, then, the destruction of the earthly powers that persecute God’s people and, more importantly, the destruction of the evil powers (Satan and his angels) who stand behind the earthly powers and control them. God has also announced that He will “shake” the heavens and the earth, which means that He will destroy enemy nations. Many modern translations of Hebrews 12:27 suggest that the shaking of the heavens and the earth means that they will be removed and forever gone. The Bible is clear, however, that God will create new heavens and a new earth (Isa. 65:17; Rev. 21:1–4), and we will be resurrected and have a new body (1 Thess. 4:13–17; Phil. 3:20) on this earth. Thus, the “shaking” implies the cleansing and renovation of creation, not its complete removal. What is here will be re-created, and it will be where the redeemed live. There are some things, however, that will not and cannot be shaken. They include the righteous. They will not be shaken because they trust in God. The Creator sustains them and guarantees their survival. Note that in Hebrews, permanence and stability are associated with Jesus. [...] In the final judgment, those who hold fast “in Jesus” will not be shaken (Ps. 46:5).

There are some things, however, that will not and cannot be shaken.

The characters in scenes where the camera shakes are not themselves shaken. Why not? They're not the enemies who are being destroyed.

What is, then? Who, or what, are the enemies?

Hate, distrust, bystanding, the morals of heaven, all that nasty stuff. You know, evil.

In the first gif, the angel who will be Crowley creates the stars with Aziraphale's help, shares info and concerns with him, and shields him from the fireballs. The scene gently bops around, but the true shaking is during the creation of the nebula and at the end as shown in the gif. Any angel could have happened by and could have participated up until the end, but Crowley shows us he doesn't really care for just anyone: he doesn't introduce himself. His act of shielding Aziraphale at the end, then, is meaningful and specific to Aziraphale, for specifically him, not just anyone.

During the Job flashback, there are several shakes, but it's most obvious during the ox rib temptation and feast. Crowley does not judge Aziraphale for indulging, and they both experience changes: Crowley learns he's not alone in doubting and being a black sheep, learning to trust outside himself and especially in a group that's done him harm, and that he enjoys someone else's joy; Aziraphale learns physical experience, that not everything he's been told about himself and his people is true or trustworthy--the first steps to doubt, and the first steps to trusting. What is reduced is distrust, indifference, and lack of care for people you are supposed to hate.

The demon attack on the bookshop forces Aziraphale to take drastic measures, specifically acts of war, to protect two humans. He permanently discorporates a lot of demons to protect both Gabriel and the humans. Gabriel has harmed him in the past, tried to kill him, and the humans have done nothing to help him, indeed they put themselves in this situation by refusing to leave when he told them to and who caused the problem by allowing the demons into the shop. Aziraphale is showing how far he will go to help others, even others he himself does not like, others whose predicament is both their own fault and who have put Aziraphale himself in danger. He believes it's not right to allow demons to have them: sinning, even against an angel, should not result in eternal punishment in hell, and he's willing to go to war over this. That's the final evil to be purged, of course that would shake the heavens, literally and figuratively.

What does all the Biblical stuff mean for the GO universe?

The afterlife system is an enemy of Jesus. God herself is an enemy of Jesus. Perhaps we don't hear god this season because she's being transformed, or utterly destroyed, by the second coming herself: it is written that all enemies will be destroyed, and what is written must come to pass. Will god herself be overwritten, like Gabriel was? Will god fall, like her own angels fell, and be remade? Will her identity too be lost, like Lucifer's was lost? Like Gabriel's was threatened?

Rebirth is a huge theme; it's what the second coming actually is, both for Jesus and for humanity. Jesus is reborn, and Jesus is god. Perhaps whatever happens to Jesus, also changes god herself. Perhaps the universe itself will be reborn too, with a new god, where the Fall never happened, where the horrors of the bible never happened, just like in s1 where Satan was never Adam's father. It would be a perfect symmetry, where god was never humanity's mother, and that would reach back to before the beginning to change when god originally planned it. It would change god herself, as it changed Satan himself, and rippled through all reality.

At the end of s1e6, we do hear god say: "Perhaps the recent exertions had had some fallout in the nature of reality, because while they were eating, for the first time ever, a nightingale actually did sing in Berkeley Square. Nobody heard it over the noise of the traffic, but it was there right enough."

How do you make a horrific god into a good god? You don't, unless you reboot it and utterly remake it. Perhaps that's why there is no god in s2, because the nature of reality has changed. Perhaps that's why there's weird time issues. Perhaps the nature of miracles changed, and what was previously impossible is now possible, or the opposite.

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Promoting a Closeness with Him

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ 1 Corinthians 13:3 If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Galatians 1:10  Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.

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SUBJECT: Promoting a Closeness with Him

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM LOOKING FOR HIM

I AM SATISFIED WITH MY LIFE

I AM NOT PLEASING PEOPLE

I AM PLEASING GOD

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READ TIME: 7 Minutes & 29 Seconds

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 When I was younger, I tended to try to please the people around me. It could be my parents, my sister, or my boss. It didn't matter; I wanted people to be happy with me and what I did, and a lot of times, I didn’t see it as people-pleasing; I just saw it as doing something to keep the ones around me happy.

   I worked at this job once, and no matter what the boss wanted me to do, I did; I stayed over, cleaned the parking lot, cleaned the restrooms, vacuumed whatever he needed. I did it because I thought this would make him happy, but I noticed I was tired and I wasn’t happy, and I knew it was a job promotion coming up , and I thought he’d pick me for it, well it was time for him to announce the new supervisor and he didn’t call my name.

     I was so defeated and caught off guard that I didn’t know what to do with my emotions, so I buried them, tried less, and gave less of myself because I knew that it would hurt less if I gave less, which I learned as I gotten older that was the wrong way to handle my emotions .

  Psalm 107:9 For he satisfies the longing soul, and the hungry soul he fills with good things.

     When we people please, we are giving all ourselves to people. Often, people aren’t going to show us the appreciation we need or deserve, but that’s why we must spend our days and lives pleasing God because God sees us. He wants to make us better every day, and each day, we learn that he is what we need, he is what helps us grow, and as we give ourselves to him, we change into better people because we are willing to let go of our bad habits and to have power in him.

   That’s what we gain when we follow God. That’s one of the few things we gain: great love and salvation, and we gain power from on high, but we shouldn’t just be trying to please God to get things or money, like with my boss; that what I was doing, I was trying to obtain a promotion but he saw right through it maybe he didn’t but I realize that in this that we can't do anything to gain SOMETHING because at the end it’s pointless but God wants us to follow him because we love him, do you love him for who he is? Or do you love him for what he can do for you??

  Matthew 16:26 For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world and forfeits his soul? Or what shall a man give in return for his soul?

    We won't gain anything just following him because God sees right through us. He sees us for who we are and for what we do; the verse tells us we forfeit our souls when we gain the world, but the Bible also tells us God wants us to be content at the end of the day with everything we want and desire God will give us according to his will, not ours, he will give to us to make sure we aren’t in need, but for us to create a bond with God just to get material things is wrong.

  Psalm 118:8 It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in humans.

    Again, some of us think if I can’t get it through God, I can get it through working all the time or through people! When we trust in humans, we will never win their approval. It will always be this endless thing to satisfy a desire that won't be satisfied. But the thing is about humans: they are never content. We always must have something to get and buy, or once we have something, we always want something else. Being content is hard when we are never satisfied and seek to please others or our selves.

   Ecclesiastes 5:10 He who loves money will not be satisfied with money, nor he who loves wealth with his income; this also is vanity.

 

1 Timothy 6:6 But godliness with contentment is great gain,

   One thing is for sure: we can always satisfy God with our life when we are walking in his will, we can always satisfy God with our praise, and we can never please man no matter what we do; sometimes we think pleasing people will get us ahead, but will be serving God with all our heart and all our soul when we do this ??

No, God is waiting for us to accept the plans he has for us! The Bible says being godly and being content is great gain because, in this, we see that things are meaningless and see that what God wants for us is way greater than riches

  *** Today, we learned that doing things to please people and doing things for the wrong reason never gets us anywhere, but whatever it is, when we seek the plans of God, we will achieve his will. Our desires start to become his desires; if I had sought God for what I wanted, I would never have been crushed about the promotions; sometimes we must ask God is this what you want and give me a discernment spirit to see what is happening, we choose to close our eyes to things because we desire them so badly. Still, God wants us to desire him; God wants us to desire him not for things but for relations.

  It’s easy to have our wants and desires and become complacent because we all want more, but God wants us to have more of him, more of his will, not our own. We can accomplish so much in our lives, and we can see the world, but if we don’t have a relationship with God, it all means nothing; having that promotion was all I wanted, but if I didn’t have a true relationship with God, I just would’ve had a job and promotion and nothing else because having things and money isn’t worth losing a relationship with God. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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Heavenly Father, thank you for helping us see the truth without any distractions. Help us seek you daily through our heartaches, ups, and downs. Lord, help us to love you not for what you can give us but for what you can be to us; Lord, help this devotion to be a light to our feet and our path with you. Lord, we thank you so much for everything; we ask you to forgive us of the sins we did and be with us this day in Jesus' Name, Amen

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+Matthew 6:33 But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.

 

+ Romans 15:13 May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.

 

Psalm 22:26 The afflicted shall eat and be satisfied; those who seek him shall praise the Lord! May your hearts live forever!

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FURTHER READINGS

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Proverbs 5

Leviticus 5

Matthew 22

Acts 13

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