#Shit Food Bloggers Say

[illmakeitmyself]

"The Boys Club with Also Some Icky Girls in It Ew Gross This Club is Hereby Disbanded."

"The Boys Club with Also Some Icky Girls in It Ew Gross This Club is Hereby Disbanded." #LadyChefGate http://wp.me/p2Hej8-Mb

[successfulgoddess333]

Why the Void State is so easy?

When bloggers say the void is easy

They’re not lying

Here’s why

Every time you fall asleep you lose awareness of the 3D

During this time

Everything around you does not exist because you are in your 4D

Which is why entering the void is easy

You’re doing EXACTLY what you do when you fall asleep

You just lose awareness of the 3D!!!

Only difference is now

You’re doing it on purpose

You’re just becoming aware that you are pure consciousness

There are lots of moments in life where we are no longer aware of focusing on the 3D

When we zone out in class

Daydreaming about our crush

Thinking what we’re gonna do when we get home from school or whatever

During these moments we do not focus on the 3D

And it feels good

To daydream

About our desires if about our favorite person or food of whatever

Because in that particular situation you are just thinking of something that makes you feel good

You’ve ever daydreamed so hard you can physically feel what you’re imagining? It takes you away from your reality

Which is why people snap their fingers at you to snap you back into “reality”

But What is reality?

Reality to me

Is whatever you assume

Whatever you want

If you’re sitting in class hungry

But you’re daydreaming about a juicy cheeseburger

I mean think about it

It’s got the perfect amount of cheese

Lettuce tomato onions the meat is cooked to your desire crispy or soft buns

(Damn I’m getting hungry)

Be honest

You just went

“Mmm” didn’t you?

Because when you daydream

It results in feelings cuz our body it reacting to whatever we’re thinking about causing emotions

Emotions play a key part in our self confidence

If you think negatively you’ll feel bad about yourself

Think positive thoughts and you’ll feel good

It’s this easy because you’re simply giving your positive thoughts a label and by labeling them you’re giving them importance

So when it comes to the void state

Reality Shifting manifesting Lucid Dreaming etc whatever

Feel

The key is to FEEL

Your thoughts

Feel your desires as you visualize them

Many people label things and give it importance

By saying you “failed” to enter the void of to shift

You’re giving it power and importance

STOP DOING THAT ✋

Because the only powerful thing here is you

There’s nothing in this world you can’t have Sugar

If you want it a you it is yours

Like

It’s yours

Failure in my opinion IS an option if you assume you’ll fail

Then you will

Don’t make this an option for yourself

“I’m gonna TRY to enter the void tonight”

Yeah bitch that’s exactly what you always do

You TRY

You gave that word importance

By doing so

You’re only stuck thinking and feeling

That all you are able to do is TRY

No you are GOING TO

There’s no trying there’s doing

When we call ourselves a procrastinator or lazy we give that word importance

By giving it that label

We’re making it harder for us to change our ways

When we say we are depressed

We’re giving it power

STOP PUTTING LABELS ON SHIT THAT DOESN’T EVEN RESONATE WITH YOU

So when meditating for the void

Your desires are that cheeseburger(sorry for any vegans here)

Thoughts create feelings

When we think about something bad

Like

“Omg what if this what if that?”

Etc

You’re going to start panicking

Mental disorders, intrusive thoughts are JUST like this

Coming from someone who used to deal with countless mental issues

I’ve been knowing this

So think about it the longer we let in unwanted thoughts we go crazy obsessing over them to the point where we start hearing or seeing things because our minds told us so

This is what created delusion fear

And something as simple as a thought could cause you to feel very negative thing as if it were real

If you think about something negative and it creates negative feelings and energy

Not only did you give it power but you’re letting it consume your energy

Why?

If you can think negatively

You can think positively

Like I said before

It’s YOUR brain

Why are you fighting it?

You’re fighting yourself OVER yourself and you’re still losing??? Huh

Babe how you losing a war that YOU started??

And why are you letting fuck ass thoughts that don’t resonate with you win?

If it doesn’t resonate with your soul it’s not meant for you and if it’s not meant for you then it will never be true

Because thoughts are thoughts

They’re the results of whatever you spend our time obsessing over

If you’re always talking about your crush

You’re gonna think about them 24/7 right?

Stop thinking

Start feeling

It’s ok to daydream

But don’t constantly think and obsess over your desires

Because of f you already had your desired bf or your desired face you wouldn’t obsess over it

LIVE IN THE END

This is your movie

If you you can skip to the best part and just stay there

Life is a movie

Who cares if nobody comes to watch and support

Who cares if it’s not interesting for some people

It only has to make sense for you

It only has to make you happy

The 3D is just here

The 4D is the REAL reality

In the 4D you are everything you wanna be

In the 3D you are not

Why?

Well bitch you’re not connecting with your 4D self

Because your 4D self

Is YOU

The 3D is dead

3D you exists because of her assumptions

You might think this is clicking

But the 4D you gets it

The 3D you does not

She needs to disconnect from HER reality

In order to be in tune with her 4D reality

So she can live in her real true reality

You need to connect with your 4D

The 3D is the cover of a book

It can be changed if you(the author) doesn’t like it

But the 4D is the inside of the book once it’s been published

You’re the author of your own life

Don’t hand someone else the pen

Create the story(reality) that YOU want to see and live in

Add new characters

Create plot twists

Because the best thing about being the author of your own life

Is nobody gets to tell you how to write your story

If you don’t like how you’re living

Turn the page💗💗

[ravenadottir]

islanders' data and anecdotes if they were honest:

SEASON 1

❝ main character ❞ she's the only one that makes any sense

❝ allegra ❞ 24, swansea, cocktail entrepreneur, the public loves to hate her

❝ erikah ❞ 20, norwich, jobbing actor, she changes, every guy will be the love of her life until a new guy comes around

❝ jen ❞ 22, london, fashion blogger, the equivalent of a piece of paper until she couples up with someone for clout

❝ talia ❞ 23, watford, music journalist, she's the only one everyone agrees is the best person here

❝ jake wilson ❞ 29, preston, chef, chicken shit that waits way too long to say something

❝ mason❞ 24, romford, musician and underwear model, if "this could've been an email" was a person

❝ miles ❞ 22, glasgow, carpenter, not interesting enough to remember. also tattoo

❝ tim ❞ 23, truro, dj, alright, we'll allow it

❝ jasper ❞ 26, kingston, financial advisor, straight to the bin

❝ levi ❞ 26, manchester, professional water polo player, sock balls

❝ rohan ❞ 23, wolverhampton, psychology student, he joined the villa and that's pretty close to the circus. also, see "injustice"

❝ cherry❞ 20, suffolk, west end performer, try hard

❝ reese taylor ❞ 22, birmingham, newsagent by day, professional wrestler at weekends, revolting lack of personality

❝ sammi ❞ 22, london, graphic designer and artist, the definition of 'wasted potential"

❝ lucy ❞ 25, bristol, “adventurer”, *snake sounds*

❝ returning miles ❞ 22, glasgow, carpenter, we still don't care

❝ returning jasper ❞ 22, kingston, financial advisor, at least we found out he has a pet snake

SEASON 2

❝ hope ❞ 26, london, brand ambassador, '‘voted “most likely to be the center of the drama because she puts herself there"

❝ lottie ❞ 24, melbourne, makeup artist, i have one personality trait and that's all you're gonna get

❝ main character ❞ she should change her name to 'girl #5'

❝ hannah ❞ 21, st. albans, social media assistant, she went home really soon because she was so shy, we're sure that's not gonna bite anyone in the face

❝ marisol ❞ 24, portsmouth, law student, talks too much/says nothing at all

❝ gary rennell ❞ 23, chatham, crane operator, SLUT

❝ noah ❞ 25, romford, librarian, QUIET SLUT

❝ rocco ❞ 21, belfast, owns a “cocktails and cronuts” food truck, LYING SLUT

❝ ibrahim ❞ 22, birmingham, gold player, SHY SLUT

❝ bobby mckenzie ❞ 24/26, glasgow, hospital caterer, does impressions and bakes some stuff

❝ priya ❞ 29, manchester, estate agent, should've noticed she's bi during the fucking season

❝ henrik ❞ 23, isle of wight, climbing and wilderness survival instructor, shiny and dumb/smooth brain/nothing behind those eyes

❝ lucas koh ❞ 27, oxford, physiotherapist, yes

❝ chelsea ❞ 23, buckinghamshire, interior decorator, there's pink and there's champagne

❝ jakub zabinski ❞ 25, rochdale, personal trainer and fitness model, real life mutant ninja turtle but like white

❝ elijah ❞ 26, watford, hairdresser and model, he's there and then he's not

❝ felix ❞ 21, rotherham, nightclub promoter, annoying little cousin that grows up to be the annoying little virgin at the club

❝ kassam ❞ 26, new castle, techno dj, if you blink you might miss him

❝ graham ❞ 23, devon, commercial fisherman, ginger thanos

❝ arjun ❞ 24, norwich, dog groomer and influencer, "where's my hug?" kind of guy

❝ carl ❞ 29, dublin, tech entrepreneur, he's almost learning how not to sound like a robot

❝ shannon ❞ 24, dublin, professional poker player, "you'll forgive how annoying she can be because of her body"tactics, players, poker analogies all the time"

❝ blake ❞ 22, kensington, if you blink you won't miss her because she's so goddamn annoying

❝ elisa ❞ 22, london, social media influencer, the human form of a gear shift because of all the blame she shifts

❝ jo ❞ 23, cheshire, bmx racer, was here for only three days and it was still too long

❝ returning henrik ❞ 23, isle of wight, climbing and wilderness survival instructor, absolutely not the same person and it gets worse

❝ returning lucas ❞ 27, oxford, still a physiotherapist, "toxic fucks"

❝ returning hannah ❞ now 22, st. albans, she resented lottie so much she became her

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Since you are Tumblr Old I think you may know the answer: Who was pizza-somethinf and why were they famous?

In Tumblr's earlier days it was creating a nascent Influencer culture. Pizza was one of the most iconic early "Tumblr famous" people. She was a random teen who became very good at the sort of posts that Tumblr users liked to see, and one of her gimmicks (some people say she became famous by doing this but they're wrong, she was already popular before she started doing this) was to find random posts that mentioned pizza (the food) and reblog, acting like they were talking about her. At one point she was apparently making more money than her very successful, full-time-working mother, which was a VERY big deal at the time as influencer culture wasn't the pervasive internet monolith that it is today.

Making money? On Tumblr? How?

By lying!

Pizza (and a handful of similar less remembered bloggers) started using her platform to sell shit to her audience, pretending it was stuff that she used and liked. Again, this is stock behaviour for influencers (it's their job... to influence people to buy things...), but at the time a lot of people hadn't seen this before and were actually taken in. This kind of spam was against Tumblr's Terms of Service, so her shill blog was abruptly deleted one night, and the Tumblr userbase eventually grew to become as hostile to influencer culture as we should have been from the start. And to my knowledge, that's the entire story; one of the more boring parts of Tumblr history.

[eightmakesonebraincell]

GOING FERAL AS I SPEAK LIKE WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOUR KANG YEOSANG. LIKE HE LOOKS SO AHDBHJDBNDAKS

okay but imagine this

michelin chef!yeosang who runs a fancy high-end three-star restaurant that takes months in advance to get a booking at. he's renowned for his incredible cuisines that combine flavour with art but he's notorious amongst his staff for being cold, blunt and intolerant of any dish that is less than perfect

you're a distinguished food critic who has travelled the world and dined at more michelin-star restaurants than you can count. it hasn't been long since you've arrived back in korea after reviewing a restaurant in spain. you have a booking for a restaurant that has rapidly made a name for itself over the last two years, under the tight reign of kang yeosang. you're intrigued to see the skills of a pretty face

as you're served course after course, you can see why his restaurant has its three star rating. each dish is presented with delicacy and finesse, the textures and flavours exquisitely balanced in harmony, setting luxurious and servers graceful. but as with any work of art, it's subjective to the consumer. and quite frankly? there's nothing particularly special about kang yeosang's cuisines that make them stand out in the long list of three-star restaurants

and you're honest with such. you publish your review and it quickly garners attention because you're one of the first critics to stand on the other side of the fence in terms of what kang yeosang's restaurant can deliver to its patrons

yeosang has had plenty of critics, journalists, bloggers and tourists review his restaurant before; people with huge social media followings and people who simply review for their own keepsake. regardless, he's never been concerned over the reviews. he knows his restaurant and his skills are the best out there. and yet, it would be a lie to say that yeosang is indifferent to your review

one of his staff had passed him a tablet, your published words glaring on the screen. yeosang thumbs through it noncommittally before thrusting the tablet back into the wringing hands of his staff. "you think this shit is worth any of my time?" he scoffs and the employee scurries away

he turns back to his countertop, fingers gripping the edge a little harder than he would like to admit while he stares at the puree and spiced crumb he has been preparing. one corner of his mouth lifts up in a sneer as your name repeats itself in his mind

y/n, huh. he's going to prove you wrong and make you eat your own words

[according2thelore]

i just want to say its insane that this is the best blog AND the best ao3 account. unfair. also i scrolled here forever and came across that art of priest sam and now i'm thinking about what if sam ran off to join the priesthood if he didn't get into stanford...... i don't even know if that's a thing in the 21st century but omg.... dean breaking into a church rectory to steal him back from god....... calling him father to be a dick but also bc...

HOLY SHIT????

um--thank you so much??? omg??? i'm crying?

the best is crazy, considering there are so many incredibly talented and hilarious bloggers that make up our community, and i'm so glad to be part of them! thank you!!!!!! i'm so honoured you like our blog and my fanfic!!! that means the world!!!!! <3 charlotte also says thank you sm!

and yes! priest!sam makes me bark like a fucking dog bc it makes sense! sam, at college, tormented by visions and unsure why walking past the stanford memorial church in the middle of the quad makes his feet burn.

whenever he blesses himself with holy water, it leaves faint red marks on his forehead for the rest of the day that he covers with his bangs. salt really seasons his food, and he can immediately tell if someone put it on his meal.

and he loves jess--he does, so much it hurts--but he can't live like this, not anymore. he applies to seminary school (you have to be at least twenty-five (or twenty-four if you get it waived) to become a priest but let's ignore that for now!) and only gets in because his local priest advocates for him to the diocese. for some reason, his application keeps getting lost, no matter how many times he turns it in. it just vanishes.

he doesn't know that what's inside of him is evil, yet, but he remembers looking at dean sometimes and having to look away because dean seemed bright, physically bright, and it hurt his eyes. he thought it was misplaced lust, that burning in his skin, but remembers that painting of galahad, of glorious light and purpose and purity and knows that he wants that.

he feels it, when he undergoes orders, the burning in his blood, his weak knees as he kneels on marble, like he's going to be sick, and he's overjoyed, because that must mean that he's being cleansed of every unholy thought, every unholy cell in his body. the holy oil they smear on his hands moves on its own into circles on his palms, quarter-sized dots that sizzle.

sam tucks his fingers into his palms and pretends that he can't see the similar wounds on the crucifix, the stigmata that are a garish red on christ turning into silver scars on sam's hands, scars that ache or burn when he cleans the holy vessels or touches the sacrament.

he gets assigned to the smallest church in the diocese. he's happy enough, and finds peace in the quiet, in connecting with the people in the parish and the spartan way of life--no distractions, no decorations, just a purpose, a holy purpose. he gets restless sometimes, the lack of mental stimulation driving him crazy, so he prays to god to remove this weakness in him. he prays to god when he sweeps the floor and when he organizes the soup kitchen donations and when he brushes his teeth.

he's closing up one night when he sees a man in one of the pews in the darkened sanctuary. he approaches slowly, and asks softly, 'can i help you?'

and the man doesn't turn around, when he says, 'i had a brother, once.' and sam fucking freezes in his steps because he dreams about this voice sometimes, dreams of this man's hands on him and knows that his job isn't done yet, know that he's not cleansed of all the rot inside of himself, because this man remains.

and dean's smile is liquid and oily when he turns around, and says, 'but now our family's got two fathers.'

and sam's lost, the second he looks into dean's eyes, the exact shade forgotten until this moment, and sam's feet ache in his shoes like they always do on church grounds--on hallowed ground--, and dean fucking glows, and sam can see the shadows he casts, and sam's eyes burn.

one of them is holy, one of them is approved by god.

and it's never been sam. it never will be.

god doesn't want him.

but dean does. dean always does.

goddamn this ran away with me. do i need to write a priest!sam fic?? much to think about. thank you for this lovely ask anon!!!! and thank you again for your kind words!!!!!! <3

happy wincest wednesday!

-lizzy

[sirensplayhouse]

There was this anon ask talking about blogs lying about the law & all that bullshit. But guess what? For about 6 months I was homeless, no where to go or anything and I had a child with me. I went to shelters after shelters but the majority of time I had no where to go. My child was able to stay with family but they had no room for me. Yes it was hard as fuck. But one day, I was sitting in the park and just imagined myself with my child on Christmas opening gifts in our beautiful apartment. I imagined that for a few days and lived in the end. Within A FUCKING WEEK, I was offered a 2 bedroom apartment (brand new build), a new high paying job, and my family offered to buy everything for our apartment. This was the best Christmas we have ever had.

So to all those anons who say “the law is fake” then how did I get everything I imagined in my 4d? Stop fucking harassing people because your life is shit. (And it’s cold af where I live almost in the negatives so spare me with the bullshit). I’ve been there but I got out of it so stop it you all sound dumb as shit.

And to be honest, if it wasn’t for you I would have never been where I am today. I feel secure and safe and warm. Me and my child have food and heat and able to watch tv together and laugh and enjoy ourselves.

bye because I am sobbing omg I am so happy for you love 🫶🏾this is absolutely beautiful love, congrats !🥹

I don’t think they realize that most of us bloggers came from toxic ass situations /households and went through the works.

[k4nd1-k4ttt]

Guys im in the hospital rn. somethings not right.. 😭😭💔💔😔😔

*VERY IMPORTANT*

Ok that was definitely fake but I'm sorry for those who were or are actually sick or something in any form. But-

Now that I've got your attention...

I NEED TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT ABOUT THESE STUPID BOTS.

*warning yappatron 3000 coming up*

NO HATE ON GAZA OR THEIR PEOPLE, IM TALKING ABOUT THESE BOTS.

I HAVE A FEELING THAT THESE PALESTINE PEOPLE WHO KEEP ASKING RANDOM BLOGGERS TO DONATE THEM ARE BOTS.

LIKE HELLO?!?!?!?!?1!1!1?!? THERE ARE ACTUAL PEOPLE SUFFERING AND HIDING FROM THE ISRAELIS AND WAR WITH NO FOOD, NO WATER, NO INTERNET, NO HOME, JUST THEM, THEIR HOPES AND DREAMS, (PROBABLY) THEIR FAMILY, AND ALLAH. ALL THEY WANT IS JUST TO SURVIVE.

THIS IS DISRESPECTFUL, RIDICULOUS, UNACCEPTABLE, AND WHATEVER THIS IS.

WAIT- SO YOU'RE TELLING ME.. THERE ARE LITERAL TRAUMATIZED, HOMELESS, CRYING, SUFFERING PEOPLE FROM GAZA WITH INTERNET ACCESS, A WHOLE ASS BANK ACCOUNT, BLOGS AND OTHER UNEXPLAINED THINGS, ARE SPAMMING RANDOM BLOGS EVERY SINGLE SECOND ABOUT THEM SUFFERING IN GAZA WITH NO MONEY, FOOD, WATER, ETC.

NO MATTER IF YOUNG OR OLD, SICK OR NOT, THEY JUST KEEP SPAMMING. I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THAT'S POSSIBLE WHILE YOU'RE IN A CRISIS.

LIKE- IM A FRICKIN MINOR WHO LITERALLY DID NOT INTERACT WITH ANY OF THESE BOTS BEFORE, AND MY BLOG IS LITERALLY JUST ABOUT SILLY STUFF, ARTS AND OTHER MULTIFANDOM CONTENT AND NOTHING ASSOCIATED WITH WAR OR SOMETHING, THE ONLY THING THAT IS ASSOCIATED WITH PALESTINE IS THAT IM A MUSLIM AND IT'S A MUSLIM COUNTRY.

IM SO TIRED OF SEEING THESE BOTS. IDFC IF THEY'RE REAL PEOPLE, THEY'RE USELESS AND ARE JUST ATTENTION SEEKERS. THERE'S NO POSSIBLE WAY TO JUST DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT WITHOUT INTERNET ACCESS OR A NON-FUNCTIONING DEVICE.

MY INBOX IS LITERALLY FILLED WITH THESE BOTS AND THEY JUST STARTED ATTACKING MY ACCOUNT TODAY. HELP 😭

ARE THEY LIKE "Oh no I'm in war I need to go on tumblr and ask for donations and shit" NAH STFU LIKE ALL THEY SAY IS "help me please dont ignore this message I'm married and have kids and I'm currently suffering in gaza 😔😔💔💔😭😭 I only have 000000000000000000000.1€ left for my 9019128726251819002928326162553829292736362517929293827262€ goal. Please send me donations 😔😔💔💔🙏🙏❤️💔💔

Here's my link:

*insert random link that definitely doesn't scam you*

Wish me luck 🙏🙏😭😭❤️💔💔🥺🥺"

OR ANYTHING SIMILAR TO THAT.

That's all I want to say, but if I said something wrong you could correct it. I'm just a child so idk that's all =/

Anyways imma just put some random tags here no matter if associated with this post or not.

[chaos0pikachu]

I am here actually to appreciate your post. I saw a blogger’s post saying The sign would have been ‘successful’ had it got filled with fantasy and romance and limit action to 10%. I wondered why that person, who says BL is all about romance, watched a show whose genre is action. Then I saw your post about people watching many shows to stay in fandom and I agree. Also you are right about dramas with a complex story receiving heavy criticism. Everything (even lack of proper plot or conflict) is exempted in a romance drama. No wonder most BLs are confined to ‘2 boys and their jealous & crying moments, routine conflicts enhanced by Escola or leads explaining how important Nikon printer is for their relationship’

Well damn hit me in the feels with this appreciation I'ma get all shy and shit.

I always wonder if by "successful" people mean in terms of critical acclaim, story telling, or monetarily. When it comes to Thai shows - and some please correct me if I'm wrong - it's difficult to tell how "successful" they are terms of audience reach/monetarily because there's no easily verifiable information. Like, there's Youtube numbers sure, but The Sign as an example, aired on Channel 3 what were it's ratings total on that channel? Idk, does anyone know that? Sincerely asking lol

Personally the way I like to judge a piece of media is what I call the Roger Ebert method; he often judged films based not solely on whether they were "good" or "bad but by how successfully they accomplished their goals.

If you read his review of Space Jam while it's clear Ebert doesn't think the movie is high art, "You can watch the movie on the sports and cartoon levels, and also appreciate the corporate strategy that's involved. [...] It is difficult for an actor to work in movies that combine live action with animation, because much of the time he cannot see the other characters in a scene with him. But Jordan has a natural ease and humor, an unforced charisma, that makes a good fit with the cartoon universe."

Ebert praises that the film, while filled with obvious product placement and banking on both nostalgia for the toons & star power of Jordan, accomplishes it's goal of being a family for that can be enjoyed by adults and children, and also the ability to blend techniques of live action, animation and 3D rendering.

I bring this up specifically b/c when I see "reviews" of shows in BL - the most common form of meta I see in BL fandom as a whole and that's not a knock just an observation - it's usually always about the narrative. Nothing about the filmmaking. And if there is discussion about he filmmaking it's usually misinformed or worse misinforming - no that's not what aperture means, yaoi framing isn't really a thing in film, the t-shirt is really just a t-shirt, etc, etc.

And like I get why. Fandom is more about story, what the words on a page or what the characters on screen are doing and saying. It's easier to talk about the amazing communication two characters have b/c you don't really need a film knowledge to discuss that. Which is a factor in why I think shows with lower stakes, more streamlined and straightforward plots get praised at a higher, less diligent and harsh level, than shows that are a bit more daring. They're less challenging in structure, they take less risks, so there's less to critique, and there's less room for a show to disappoint.

There comfort food, rather than trying something new at the restaurant. I'm not saying this is a bad thing, again, this is just a general observation.

To me, The Sign is miles better than Cooking Crush on a simple technical level. I only watched one episode of Cooking Crush and I found it pretty mediocre at best from all technical points: acting, editing, cinematography, directing, storytelling.

This isn't to say Cooking Crush is "bad" or that even if Cooking Crush was "bad" people shouldn't like it. I don't give a fuck if people like it, good for you chase the things that spark joy! I like lots of "bad" media, have y'all ever watched Jason Takes Manhattan?

For me, The Sign, like Space Jam, accomplishes it's goals and those were ambitious goals. An action fantasy BL that actually lives up to that premise and looks good?? The fight choreography looks great considering the obviously budget??

Like one of my issues with Laws of Attraction - aside from how painfully disinterested those kisses looked - was the fight choreography was bad.

The characters very rarely land hits in a way that looks real, or even marginally real. I can only speculate they didn't hire a stunt coordinator and/or couldn't hire stunt doubles so there was a worry of injury on set (for both reasons).

This isn't a disparagement on the actor(s) either, like stunt work is difficult and it's important to have professionals on set who can walk an actor through the steps so both them and others don't get hurt. Jackie Chan is probably one of the best known actors alive for stunt work, but watch how many times he fumbles and potentially hurts himself to the point where other actors are actively worried for him:

So yeah I'm going to give The Sign it's fucking gold star stickers b/c aside from some missteps in the gun handling - to many one handed gun fights but even then it wasn't all the time and bullets ran out of ammo! Y'all don't know how exciting for me that was to see - the fight scenes look damn good.

I understand the work that went into them, I understand the pre-production time that it took for the crew and cast to learn that and filming them well is another beast too.

There's a couple scenes with shaky cam that I dislike, but god do I love that first long take in The Sign. I love how good the CGI looks overall again, considering what is probably less budget than Black Christmas (2019).

I'm admittedly, fucking picky about what I watch b/c I'm really lazy and prefer watching films in general. I don't really like TV all that much, but if I am watching a tv show I wanna be impressed with more than just the characters talking to each other. Especially if said show is 12 hours or more.

When I'm looking at a piece of media - a comic, a novel, a film, a tv show - I'm thinking about stuff like "what were it's goals, and did it accomplish them? How was the filmmaking? How was the narrative structure? What is the time/place/culture this was made in?"

I'm not sure if people are arguing if The Sign was "successful" in terms of narratively, monetarily, or critically.

In reality we can only really speculate on how successful a Thai BL is based on data that's not not entirely accurate - social media, youtube stats, awards, etc - and even then most of that is based off international audience.

I can glean that 2gether was successful for gmmtv b/c it got a second season and a film, pretty much skyrocketed Bright and Win's individual careers but again, and created a cross country alliance for activism. But even all that is still speculation not facts (except the alliance that's a real thing that happened lol).

[This is all regardless of my own feelings regarding the show which is not kind. But feelings have nothing to do with individual discussion about how monetarily successful or accomplished a show is or isn't.]

Like it might be valid speculation on both shows but it should always come with a disclaimer of - these are not facts. Also, what is "popular" or "successful" can and will be dependent on individual countries too.

Take Cutie Pie for example, I would argue that it wasn't super "successful" here with American fans, but given how overwhelmingly popular Zee and NuNew are in both Thailand and Korea, I would then argue that the show was a success in Thailand and Korea. So was Cutie Pie "successful" or not? I would say yes!

Because "success" isn't and shouldn't be measured only by how western fans receive a piece of media.

In regards to The Sign, I'd argue it appears to be very successful with only the partial data I have at hand - social media which includes places like twitter, facebook, tumblr, the success of their sold out showing for the finale, a special episode, etc. If people argue it was unsuccessful in terms of narrative, well that's debatable and I have no interest in debating why the show is good except in terms of technical filmmaking and storytelling.

And even then it's a pointless debate like or dislike whatever just don't lie or mislead people regarding film terminology and techniques or harass people because they did like A Thing or clog up the tags with annoying posts about how you didn't like said Thing.

Overall, I don't give "reviews" on things I watch either positive or negative cause, well, I'm lazy lol, I don't believe putting how much I hate a show in it's tags and a thorough rating system would be to much work. I actually like how My Drama List rating system works, I just find most reviews on it to be Annoying lmao. Like giving Kinnporsche a 5 or below is absolutely bonkers to me but whatever es lo que es. But I also don't think my thoughts and opinions on shows are that valuable in terms of discussion.

These are mostly my general thoughts on fandom at large and it's not directly at any particular people its just observations at large across various social media platforms.

I think if you like more squeecore shows that's totally gucci, I just wish didn't proposite that 1) those are the only valid shows in terms of BL/queer media and 2) didn't overhype them to such sky high levels

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Friends Don't || Chapter 8

Summary: Bob Floyd has been your best friend for almost a decade, ever since he quietly agreed to tutor you in college. The two of you have spent years chasing each other around the globe – Bob as a WSO, you as a travel blogger. You’ve always been the anywhere-but-here girl, and he’s been your rock. But when a surprise diagnosis threatens to crumble your picture-perfect life, you’re on the first flight back to San Diego, desperate to put down roots for the first time. Will Bob finally have it in him to admit that you could be the love of his life? What will he say when he finds out the secret you’ve been skillfully hiding from him? Or worse, what if he doesn’t find out until it’s too late? 

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x OC [Reid] 

Tropes: Friends to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, angst, hospital scenes, mention of cancer, fighting, blood

WC: 3K

Series masterlist here; previous chapter here; next chapter here

You woke up to the sound of a crash followed by a string of foul curses. 

Your eyes flew open and you realized you were alone in Bob’s bed, the covers on his side flipped over on top of you. 

“Shit.” 

“What happened?” you asked, scrambling out of bed and into the hallway. You swerved around the corner on bare feet. 

In the kitchen, Bob was crouched on the ground, reaching for a pack of bacon and a bag of shredded cheese just out of reach. 

“Hey, I got it,” you said, rushing over and grabbing the food, tossing it on the counter before crouching back down next to him. “Are you OK? Does anything hurt?” 

Bob looked up. “I’m fine, Sunny,” he said, his morning voice thick and syrupy, betraying some of his southern roots. 

“Come on,” you said, holding out a hand, helping him up gently. “Honey, where are your crutches?” 

He still had three weeks with the cast. Bob had gotten good at shuffling around without the crutches, for short trips to the bathroom or between the sink and the fridge. But he still needed it for longer distances. 

Bob blushed, soft pink dotting his round cheeks. 

“All I wanted to do was make you breakfast,” he complained. 

You smiled, opening the fridge and pulling out the container of eggs. “Let’s do it together,” you said. “Just no more falling, OK?” 

He grinned. “Deal.” 

***

Those three weeks breezed past. You worked from home most of the time, going into the office downtown a few days a week. But mostly you were at home, hanging out on the couch with Bob watching old movies, or sitting outside in the yard near the bonfire roasting marshmallows and drinking wine. At night, the rest of the team would come over and you’d sit on the counter, legs dangling, and watch as Bradley and Jake fought over who would make dinner, both competing to get the seal of approval from Fanboy who had a surprisingly high bar for what he considered to be good food. 

Things with Bradley were easy. But you still refused to spend the night. Every time he asked, you made up an excuse about why you wanted to get home. You weren't sure why. He was kind and he was sweet and he was perfect on paper. But something still didn’t feel quite right. 

You trailed behind Bob as he limped down the hallway to his cast removal appointment. 

The two of you settled into the room, Bob on the beige patient bed, you sitting in one of the chairs against the wall. Even being in a doctor’s office made your pulse race. Bob looked at you worriedly from behind his mask. 

“Sunny? Is everything OK? You look a little pale.” 

You shook your head. “I’m fine, I just need to eat something after this I think.” 

He studied you carefully for another moment but the door opening distracted both of you. 

“Lieutenant Floyd.” The doctor extended his hand, shaking Bob’s. He turned to you with a smile. “Reid, nice to see you again.” 

“You too, Dr. Kim.” 

“Well, let’s see how things are going here.” 

You watched as Dr. Kim checked Bob’s chart, asking him a few questions before prodding around near the cast. 

“Any pain?” 

“Nope.”

He nodded. “This looks good to go. I’ll be right back with the equipment and a nurse. You two sit tight.” He grinned and left the room. 

You smiled up at Bob. “Ready to get that cast off?” The two of you looked down at the white cast covering the bottom half of his leg. “Can’t wait.” 

You nodded. Maybe it was something about the lighting in the room or the fact that you had skipped breakfast, but Bob was right, you felt off. 

“Sunny?” he asked softly. “Honey, you really don’t look so good. Sure you’re OK?” 

“I’m fine,” you said, grabbing your purse from the ground, rifling around for a mint before pulling it up and popping it in your mouth. “Just need some sugar I think.” 

Bob watched you with worried eyes as the door opened and Dr. Kim and a nurse entered. They got to work cutting off the outer layer of the cast. 

“This will be loud,” Dr. Kim warned as he turned on the handheld saw. 

That was the last thing you heard before everything went black. 

***

You remembered the first time you realized that Bob was the person you wanted to spend all of your time with. 

It was senior year. The two of you were in a study room on the fourth floor of the library with a view overlooking the English quad. You sighed, pushing away your laptop, smacking your head down on the table theatrically. 

Bob looked up from his physics textbook, a small tuft of hair falling across his eyes. He pushed up his wire glasses with one finger against the bridge of his nose. “What’s wrong?” 

“Is it too late to quit?” you huffed. “Just ditch out.”

“And do what instead?” he asked. 

You shrugged. “Be a stripper.” 

Bob’s ears and cheeks blushed pink. You smirked at him. He was so easy to rile up. 

“You know I’m joking, right?” You sighed. “I just am so fucking tired of studying.” 

Bob closed his textbook and looked at you. “Reid?” 

“Yeah.” 

“You have to study,” he said. “You can’t go back there.” 

By there he meant Bridgeport. He meant your mother. He meant a brick house without air conditioning that baked you like a little girl’s toy oven in the summer. He meant a life that was actually setting you up for stripping. Nothing more. Only less. 

Like always, he was right. 

“Fine,” you said softly, opening the laptop back up and pulling up your half-finished essay. “But next time I have a mental breakdown over a fucking paper, I’m calling you.” 

“You can call me no matter what,” he said and you looked up with a smile. 

“I know,” you said softly. 

The two of you went back to work. The minutes ticked by in silence. But silence with Bob was comfortable. It didn’t feel draining or exhausting or uncomfortable. It felt like being by yourself, but better. 

You had never known friendship like you did with Bob. And for the millionth time you thanked God for making you struggle in that introductory to psych class so that you would eventually meet Bob. 

“Sunny?” he said quietly. You looked up, head cocked to one side in a question. “I’m not letting you go back there,” he said. “If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll keep you away from there. You’re more than that place. You’re always going to be too good to go back.” 

“Where will I go?” you asked. You were counting down the days until graduation. But not only out of excitement, but also fear. You had yet to secure a full time job anywhere. And that left going back to Bridgeport. Back to the one place that could swallow you whole. 

“Wherever I go, I’m taking you with me,” Bob replied and there was a finality in his tone. Like he had made up his mind and that was it. It was the first time you heard Bob sound so certain about anything. “I am never going to leave you behind.” 

***

“Reid? Shit, Reid!” 

You opened your eyes. The first thing you saw was Bob’s face, looming right in front of you. Right next to him was Dr. Kim, calm and collected, a night and day comparison to the frazzled state that Bob was in. 

“Reid?” Dr. Kim said evenly. “Can you hear us?” 

You nodded slowly, a dull pain at the base of your head. You reached for it and rubbed the area. “Ow.” 

“Sorry,” Bob said softly. “I tried to grab you but you fell too fast.” 

“What happened?” you asked. 

“You were unconscious,” Dr. Kim said. “Let’s get you sitting up if you can.” 

Slowly, the two of them helped you sit up and you realized you were on the floor. Near the patient bed, the nurse who had been assisting Bob’s cast removal looked on with a concerned face. 

“Reid, we’re going to have to give you a check,” Dr. Kim added.

“That’s not necessary,” you said breathlessly. 

He shook his head. “It’s not optional, I’m afraid.” 

“Reid, please,” Bob begged and you looked at him. His face was pale, clammy. You reached out one hand, touching his cheek softly. He leaned into the touch automatically. 

“OK,” you whispered. “You stay here, get your cast off. I’ll go get checked.” 

“I’m coming with you,” he said and you shook your head. 

“No,” you replied. “Stay. Get your cast removed. I’ll be right back.” 

You held out a hand and Bob pulled you to standing. You smiled and patted his cheek softly. “I’ll be fine, Bobby. Promise.” 

He nodded, watching you carefully as Dr. Kim opened the door, showing you into an exam room down the hall. 

Once he closed the door you closed your eyes and let out a deep breath. “I have cancer,” you whispered softly. “He doesn’t know. Nobody knows.” 

When you opened your eyes, Dr. Kim nodded sadly. “I see.” 

***

“You two are a bunch of accident prone idiots, do you know that?” Phoenix tucked a napkin under the sweating glass of ice water at your side. 

Bob grinned at you from the other end of the couch. “Don’t we know it.” 

You smiled at him weakly. Bob had called in the team, including Bradley, when the two of you were leaving the doctor’s office. 

He bought your story that your anxiety mixed with no breakfast had led to dehydration and the fainting spell. 

Jake had believed your story less. The three of them showed up in varying states of concern at the medical center. Phoenix, as always, was solid. Dependable. Bradley was a bundle of nerves because all he heard was that you had passed out. 

And Hangman was Hangman. He rolled in with a grin, but suspicion in his gaze that you tried your hardest to ignore. 

You were finishing filling out the paperwork at the front desk when Jake sidled up to your side. “Reid.” 

“Hangman.”

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” 

You didn’t even bother to turn and look at him. “Must you?” 

“Yes.” There was something in his tone that was hard. You knew you wouldn’t be able to shake him. 

You passed the clipboard back to the nurse and gave her a closed-mouthed smile. She looked questioningly between you and Jake and took the clipboard silently. 

You turned to him, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the lobby into the narrow hallway. 

“What do you want, Jake?” you asked. 

“Why’d you pass out?” 

“Dehydration,” you replied. 

“Sounds likely.” 

You crossed your arms over your chest and frowned. “Do you know something I don’t, Jake?” 

He stepped closer. He smelled like mint and fresh ocean water and you almost started to understand why every girl at the Hard Deck would throw themselves at him. “If you’re gonna break his heart, just rip off the band-aid. Don’t string him along.” 

“Who?” you whispered. 

Jake cocked his head to the side, green eyes locked on yours. “Both of them.” 

***

You pressed your lips to Bradley’s neck, feeling one of his large hands come up and tangle in your hair as he groaned at your touch. 

“Want to come inside?” you whispered, threading a hand into his hair and pulling his face down closer to yours. “See my room?” You winked. 

Bradley grinned. “Does this mean I get to stay the night?”

You froze for a split second. But no matter how brief it was, Bradley noticed. 

He pulled back, leaving you standing with your back against the brick near the front door, rapidly cooling in the night air without the heat from Bradley’s body pressed against yours. “Reid?” he asked. “Does this mean I get to stay the night?” 

You looked up at him. “I don’t know,” you whispered. “Bobby’s home. Wouldn’t that be weird?” 

Bradley sighed, shaking his head. “Fucking hell, Reid. I tried to look past this, I really did. But I can’t do it anymore.” 

You reached out to touch him and he jerked back violently. 

“I can’t do this,” he said softly. 

“Do what?” you asked. “Baby, come on.” 

“Don’t call me that,” he said gruffly and it was the first time Bradley had ever sounded cold to you. “I really like you, Reid. You’re fucking stunning and you’re cool and I like spending time with you. But I just can’t do this.”

“Do what?” You felt the tears start to build behind your eyes. It had been a long time since you spent as much time with someone as you had with Bradley. Bob had been right that night he accused you of being a one night stand type of girl. You were ready to run before coffee was even made in the morning. It was your pattern. 

And Bradley had interrupted that pattern. You cared about him.

He was silent. “Why can’t you do this, Bradley?” you asked, letting one tear slip down your cheek. 

He looked up at you, pain spread clear across his face. “I can’t be second fiddle anymore, Reid,” he whispered. “I like you. But I have to walk away.” 

“What do you mean second fiddle?” you begged. “Bradley, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Bradley shook his head. “Yes, you do, Reid. You can’t be that naive.” He leaned in close, kissing your cheek softly, and you closed your eyes, a river of tears streaming out of the corners and spilling down your cheek. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’ll see you around, OK?” 

You watched as he turned, taking a few steps toward the Bronco that was parked in the driveway before ultimately turning around one last time, hands in his jeans. 

“Reid?” 

You looked up hopefully. 

“Don’t wait too long until you tell him. Bob’s a good guy. He deserves to know how you feel.” 

You bowed your head, letting the tears soak the skin of your neck as you heard Bradley’s truck rumble as he started it in the driveway. Wordlessly, you let yourself into the house, dropping your purse on the ground near the door, kicking off your slides. 

“Sunny?” Bob’s voice preceded him as he rounded the corner in a pair of joggers and a hoodie. You lifted your eyes to face him and he took three giant steps forward, taking your face in his hands, concern lacing every inch of his voice. “Honey, what is it? What happened?” 

You gave him a weak smile. “Bradley ended things with me.” 

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” 

Before you could stop him, Bob was yanking open the door, jogging down the steps and heading for Bradley’s truck in the driveway. You darted after him, but a few moments too late. “Bobby!” you cried as he stopped at the driver's side door, pulling it open. 

“Floyd?” Bradley asked as Bob leaned forward, pulling him by the shirt collar, yanking him out onto the cement driveway. Bradley stumbled out of the front seat, the surprise of Bob’s attack giving him a disadvantage. 

“Bob!” you screeched, lunching toward them just as Bradley straightened and Bob sent a punch flying to his face, the unmistakable crunching sound of fist meeting face lingering in the air as Bradley sunk to the ground. “Bradley!” You rushed forward, kneeling down next to him as Bob stood above the two of you, shaking out his hand angrily. “Are you OK?” you asked, reaching out to touch Bradley’s face. 

He pushed your hand away, blood pouring out of his nose. “Fuck,” he muttered. Bradley’s brown eyes flickered above your head to where Bob stood. “What the fuck was that for, Floyd?” 

“You know exactly what it was for,” Bob seethed. You jumped to your feet, pressing at his chest, pushing him back a few steps. You saw the look in his eyes. The familiar fire. It was the untamable beast that you knew well. “I fucking told you! I told you I would fucking kill you if you hurt her. You’re lucky all I did was sucker punch you.” 

“Bobby, please,” you whispered and he looked down at you as if he was noticing your presence for the first time. 

“Yeah, Bobby,” Bradley said, pushing himself to standing, blood staining the skin above his lip and down his chin. “Please. Walk away before you make more of a fool of yourself.” 

Bob placed one hand on each of your arms. You let out a sigh, thinking he was going to give in, go inside, let it go. 

But then he gently moved you to the side, putting himself between you and Bradley again. 

“You promised me you wouldn’t hurt her,” he said darkly, finger jabbed against Bradley’s chest. “I fucking trusted you.” 

“I trusted her,” Bradley said quietly and it was like a punch to the throat. You felt tears well up in the back of your eyes. Bradley stepped back, climbing back into the truck. Neither you or Bob made a move to stop him. He shut the door, sticking his head out the open window. “Trust only goes so far, Floyd,” he added. “The real question is, do you trust her? Because I think we both know she's hiding something.” 

Bob looked at you with wide eyes. 

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Yoongi: My Darling True

In which opposites attract.

Tags/Warnings: Cat Hybrid!Yoongi, Mouse Hybrid!Reader, Guitarist/Rockstar!Yoongi, Food Blogger!Reader, Opposites attract, Pastel!Reader x Goth!Yoongi, Fluff, Established Relationship, smut but it's only implied

Length: short

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"Hey Tom, your little Jerry is here!" Jungkook teases from the side of the stage, walking closer with you right behind the drummer.

Yoongi himself rolls his eyes at the mockery- however, he quickly becomes soft once you walk up to him to give him a hug, well aware he doesn't like too much PDA. He's always somehow soft for you, even admits it in front of cameras, doesn't see any problem with it.

Although the comments do get old after a while, especially those concerning your hybrid kind and choice of aesthetic.

"I've put your migraine tablets backstage, and some food too." You tell him, and he nods, before he raises one of his brows, tilting your head upwards. "Oh! That's just from the necklace, it got caught in my sweater when I put it on this morning." You reassure him when he inspects the little Bandaid placed over the cut from this morning. He clicks his tongue.

"Don't wear that stupid necklace anymore then." He scolds, while the soundcheck is still in full force around him. "You wanna stay back and wait?" He asks as he adjusts the wires of his in-ear piece. "You should rest a little from all the flying." He suggests.

"Nah, I'm alright." You shake your head, before looking back towards the stage entrance when a callout to Yoongi is made. "Go, I don't wanna keep you away from work now. I'll be in the crowd tonight!" You laugh, but he doesn't seem particularly excited about that.

"You know I hate that." He shakes his head. "I'll talk to the management about a VIP lounge spot."

"But Yoongi~! I can't see you up there!" You complain, making him look at you with his hands crossed.

"You couldn't see me if you stood right at the side of the stage, mousey." He argues. "I don't want you getting hurt. You're either in VIP up there-" He points towards where the viewing point is, "-or you'll stay backstage and watch from the screen." He finalizes.

You pout, and suddenly, Jungkook's laugh rings out from behind you. "Oh~! She's doing the stare!" He jokingly announces with his microphone, making you turn around and smack his chest- something the drummer didn't see coming apparently, as he flinches back from the impact before he runs off laughing together with the rest of the band.

"Do not even try that." Yoongi says however to you and it's clear that he's not going to bow. "Your safety is more important." He tells you, and at that, you nod, albeit a bit disappointed. "Come on now, don't look like that." He tries, tapping the bottom of your chin.

"But I want to see you perform." You complain.

"You see me perform every night in bed though? Got a front row seat-" The guitarist flirts, and you instantly stomp your leg in frustration.

"Yoongi!" You scold.

"True, last time it was on the-" But he doesn't go further than that as you put a hand over his mouth, making him laugh. "Alright alright. But come on, you know what happened last time you were in the crowd."

"Our eyes met and you invited me backstage and you took me on a date and we lived together happily ever after?" You ask, swaying a bit on the spot back and forth, feigning innocence.

"You broke your fucking thighbone because people didn't see you and it wasn't a date it was literally just fast-food in my hotel room because I was terrified you'd sue the shit out of me and my band." He scolds, a more serious look on his face.

"Alright, okay." You mumble more or less. Much to your surprise however, your head is suddenly tilted upwards before a small kiss is placed onto your lips.

"Don't pout. Now go, and send me a text later!" He calls after you when you already dash off away from him, with red cheeks and a happy grin.

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"What are you - when did you even buy all that?" Yoongi chuckles from the bed where he's still laying barely clothed, watching you choose some of the numerous bags of snacks you bought. He can't help but feel his heart soften at the sight of you only in a shirt of his and panties - something about you looking so real and without any makeup or anything feeling oddly domestic to him. "You know, you could've ditched the shirt."

"Yoongi~!" You complain embarrassed, a scolding look on your face. "What if room service knocks or something?" You complain, and he laughs.

"I doubt that they're gonna knock at 3 AM, mousey." He says, arms raised above his head.

"Still!" You shake your head, arms now filled with snacks. "That's.. I don't know." You simply say, taking the remote to zap through the channels of the hotel TV for a movie to watch.

"We literally fucked like ten minutes ago-" he starts, making you suddenly gasp.

"Lalalala- Dont say that out loud what if they hear?!" You whine, and by now his stomach is hurting from laughter.

"Sweetheart if they listen in on us they already know from the way you-" your hand finds his mouth, keeping it shut until he licks the inside of your palm.

"Ew!" You complain with your own giggles now, wiping your hand on his bare tummy.

"What 'Ew'? You weren't saying that when I-" He grins at your playfully angry stare. "Alright alright, I'll stop." He says, instead pulling you close to him as you both lay on the bed together. "I love you." He suddenly tells you, kissing your neck.

"Oooh, listen to those bold words!" You tease, but you're unable to resist his charm. "I love you too, Catboy." You say, making him roll his eyes.

"Oh now you're really getting it!" He playfully growls, manhandling you over to attack you.

All in good nature though.

He'd never hurt his favorite princess.

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Yoongi isn't easy.

He's not a simple man to figure out, goes from quiet to loud in the blink of an eye sometimes. When he's alone with you he's bright and bold, even energetic and culhildish at times, while with the band and on stage he becomes more calm and collected. You've learned by now that it's not a mask he puts on. It's simply the way he is.

He can be gloomy and negative. Won't let anything cheer him up because he just wants and needs to be upset for a bit. It's odd, but you've realized by being together with him that sometimes, being sad and angry is okay. Crying for no reason is fine. Being grumpy and just not wanting to do anything is fine.

In the past, you'd apologize a lot for the simplest things. Accidentally forgetting stuff, misunderstanding his words, or even just arguing over nothing. These days, you don't do it as often.

At the same time, yoongi changed too. He's more careful, more gentle in handling you. He used to misunderstand a lot of your actions, thought you were thinking he couldn't take care of himself when in reality, you were simply trying to share the joy you found in your work with him like he did with you.

And with that, really just came an even deeper feeling than love. Understanding.

Sometimes, you both stay quiet for an entire day. You don't talk at all, and that's fine, because between you and him, it doesn't need words. The world might see you both as odd, as mismatched or as something that could fall apart any minute-

But you both know you're each other's perfect fit.

Opposites attract, after all.

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PINNED POST. READ IT. BITCH. [In process of updating!!!!]

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Don't worry, I'm not gonna do that early tumblr thing where I type in all caps and call you a motherfucker every other sentence.

Hello, all! I'm Avie, a 31 year old nonbinary, switch, polyamorous, futchy dyke with raging AuDHD and Problematic Kinks ™️. This is a hard kink blog. Some of the contents *will* make you uncomfortable. And that's okay! If it's too much you can block me, I'm not worried about it. That being said, what you're not going to do is send me asks telling me that I'm a danger to "real lesbians' and you hope I get raped for real. Yeah, it's happened, and if you're someone who thinks that's okay to do, you need to take a long look in the mirror and ask yourself what the fuck is wrong with you. Kink is kink. Kinks between enthusiastically consenting adults are fine. If you can't handle that, don't call yourself kink positive, and don't enter kinky spaces because you're clearly not mature enough to be there.

Now that I've said that, let's jump into some of the kinks you'll find on this blog. Some of these I'd like to explore in a kink setting some day, others are strictly fantasy. Which is my business, don't assume:

Orientation play - Could be anything from being gay and trans to being ace, though I'm not into the "being fixed" flavor. Not into misgendering/detransition kinks.

CNC - soft and hard

Rape play

Ageplay

Age gaps (I like older people. Reminder that I'm *31* so like, 40+ is very hot to me)

Incest play (older brother, father, uncle, grandpa? Maybe?)

Forced to cheat (this is new and I'm still figuring it out)

Being made to enjoy forced stuff

Piss!!!

Breeding and creampies

Gentle, affectionate degradation/pet names

Public sex, especially on public transit and in nature

Intox play

Monsterfucking - werewolves, tentacles, and ghosts being the big ones, but not the only ones.

Size different/size queen shit

Fucked while on the phone

Fucked by customers (long-suffering retail worker), doctors, older friends/bosses, anyone who has some authority over me.

Autism-friendly play (see * on Hard No list)

As you can see, some decently hard shit. Again, if you don't like, just block me. Despite these kinks, I'm a pretty soft person. I like it when forcing me to feel pleasure and enjoyment in things I shouldn't is at the root of these kinks, not hate or degradation. So here is my list of shit I'm *not* into:

Harsh/mean degradation

Being called worthless, stupid, etc. Lovingly saying I'm going dumb from pleasure is okay.

Misogyny, patriarchy, white supremacy.

Cutting, bruising, face slapping, beating, choking, suffocation via head until water, burning/branding, knives or guns, genital mutilation...you get the picture. The only pain I'm into is the pain of an initial, too-big stretch, but even that needs to end in pleasure. I live with chronic pain, I don't want to deal with pain in kink, too.

Scat, vomit, spit, swallowing semen

Total loss of autonomy

* anything like being forced to look you in the eyes, sensory overstimulation, taking advantage of me during meltdowns, removing comfort items, making me eat/taste things I'm averse to.

Weight/food/ED stuff

Pregnancy! Pregnancy risk is hot, breeding is hot, but actual pregnancy kink toward me is a Hard No

Bloggers beware: pro-ana/pro-ed/fatphobic blogs will be blocked immediately

Basically, I like hard kinks coming from soft places. Is that a contradiction? I don't really think so.

I welcome and LOVE talking to others! I like being a slut! That being said:

I prefer asks over dms. I repeat, I PREFER ASKS OVER DMS.

Asks can be about anything! Scenarios, fantasies, questions, anything. Again, I like openly being a slut lol

If you dm me "hey," if we're talking and I'm doing all the work to maintain the convo, if you ask me for pics (I'll give them out if I feel like it, not on request), if you're younger than 25, if you violate my boundaries - depending on the situation I'll ignore/delete it or possibly block you.

You're allowed to send pics and vids at any point, no need to ask! Also in looove with piss gifs/videos, but if you're going to send me one (yes please) I'm begging you to drink water first. Hydrate, babes!

...okay, I think that's everything. Sorry for the long as fuck post! Once more, if it's clear you haven't read my pinned I'm gonna block you. You need to learn how to respect boundaries if you're going to do, well, anything in life, but especially being in kinky communities. If you can't even read one post, you don't belong here.

Have fun, send me naughty shit!!

~ Avie

[angelsinluv]

there's always so much shit on bloggers who don't post proof just because a bunch of loser ass anons want it to feed into their insecurities on why the fuck they fail.

a teacher can give you a study guide, give you all the answers but its up to YOU to apply what you're given to succeed. you think all these successful big and small businesses, self made models, celebrities, and shit succeeded once and it was all up from there? hell no. i guarantee their career went up and down. their orders sold out then suddenly went stagnant n they were scared for their lives because they quit their 9-5 so they can fully commit, models got casted for one season and 0 the next, businesses get shut down, no one refused to take their offers, fucking da vinci took a break from mona lisa for 14 years because shit got in the way, walt disney had to eat dog food because he was in financial ruins and yall shit cry and throw the fuck up because the 3d shows you the opposite and you REFUSE to persist so you complain on the internet, putting the blame on others INSTEAD OF TRYING AGAIN.

you can cry about how ugly and stupid you feel to a friend and they can hype you up, tell you you're not, give you fashion and makeup tips and make you feel like GOD for the next few days and then what if you feel sad again??? lift yourself up. TAKE THE GUIDANCE AND KEEP GOING you can't keep crying to others and complaining and expect to be babied every single time. this behavior would not pass EVEN outside of the law. you'd get kicked to the curb so fucking fast. with the law, you can get things without doing any physical action yeah but this isn't an excuse to be lazy if you don't want to change self and take a leap of faith.

NO BLOGGER IS SAYING THEIR LIVING A LIFE WITHOUT STRUGGLE we ALL say that this shit is a journey dude. WE ARE HUMAN.

i will say this again. it doesn't MATTER IF YOU ARE SHOWN PROOF. if someone has a low ass self concept, self esteem, don't have any self love or discipline, they WILL MAKE excuses to debunk the proof. "you were already rich, you're just lucky, it was just a coincidence, it was just a misunderstanding" etcetc it can go on. we are not going to put our privacy at risk for strangers who don't want to put in the effort like we all do.

its un fucking fair to us who are willingly dealing with haters on anon just so we can put out advice BECAUSE WE WANT TO

[bleachbleachbleach]

Happy biiiiirthdaaaaay Hitsugayaaaa お誕生日おめでとう！

Would you like to start your day with tea with your vice-captain:

Presented here in my cup that in 2020 was re-christened "the Hitsugaya cup <3" and will likely remain so forevermore, and in a duck cup my co-blogger gave to me this year, and which I immediately put into fanfic as "Matsumoto's weird cup" because I absolutely love it. I would excerpt the scene, but it turns out Hinamori's thoughts about the cup are interspersed within a lot of other stuff, so just know that it's Matsumoto's Weird Duck Cup.

For lunch, can I interest you in some oyaki??

Oyaki are a regional food from Nagano, which is an interior mountain region in Japan, a few hours west of Tokyo. I've been there exactly once, but I absolutely loved it, because MOUNTAINS and SUBARU COUNTRY:

Because of this+its westerly general location+Hitsugaya and Hinamori's names I model my version of Junrinan off of it (though the main village we see is in the flatlands, not the mountains themselves). I also HC that Isshin sent Hitsugaya off to Actual Nagano for his Gotei hazing/30-day walkabout in the Living World, because he knew it would feel similar to Junrinan.

Oyaki are dumplings, traditionally cooked with irori, or those traditional square stove pits you see in the middle of people's houses in old-timey anime. I do not have one of those so I made mine the way you'd make any other dumpling, in a frying pan on a stove, frying first and then steaming. You can freeze them to re-steam later, which is what I did this weekend. These ones have miso eggplant and bamboo shoot in them, because that's what I had, though the only oyaki I have written into fanfic have pickled mustard greens in them.

I would excerpt that, but Hitsugaya is not actually in most of that scene, doesn't say a single thing when he is, and the narrating POV (Kensei) doesn't care about him. So I will instead say that in the scene, the gang is making oyaki at Matsumoto's direction, because she's a well-traveled No Reservations type who's familiar with Junrinan cooking. It's an intentional choice and an act of care, and even if no one else in the scene knows it, least of all the narrator, Hitsugaya does.

And to round out the day, an afternoon potato snack?

Yaki imo aren't particularly Hitsugaya-related, I suppose, except that it's a fall/winter thing and his birthday is just before the winter solstice, and right at that turning point. And I did write him and Orihime eating potatoes together once. *I* associate them with walking around in the woods when it's cold as shit, which in my mind is Just Junrinan Things.

So I went for a celebratory birthday potato walk on Sunday! And got lost in the woods for a while. I say this as though I didn't have an Avenza map the entire time, but the trails are often less-trail like than 'there are blazes on trees sometimes' and it took a while to re-find the blazes in the dark. I had a second emergency potato with me should I have needed it, though!

[superchat]

on the topic of "tumblr gimmick bloggers with 80 paid badges calling for a witch hunt against palestinians seeking aid Scammers" i cant say anything new or bring anything valuable to the issue cuz i feel like everyones pretty set on their opinion

like any comments is just gonna be get ppl who agree to agree more and ppl who disagree to disagree more but like

holy shit, i hope you face judgement for your actions on this. if these people were knocking on your front door begging for shelter or food youd find a reason to shoo them away

[razzlerdazzler]

Oh finally a blogger writing about Gi joe Hello, this is my first request. I don't know if requests are open or not ………….. Can I order a female reader with snake eyes from Gi joe they date for a while and start make out 🙏

[Snake eyes content is very scarce]

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~ If you are uncomfortable with the request, do not hesitate to ignore it.

Sorry it took me so long to finish it. I hope you like it. It's my first time writing for Snake Eyes. :)

Coming Home

Summary: Snake eyes comes home from a mission. You both show the other how much you missed each other

Pairing: Snake eyes X Reader

Warnings: spicy, but nothing too bad, alludes to smut at the end

This sucks, you think to yourself as you look at your tv. Some movie was playing on it, but you stopped paying attention to it a long time ago. You were too busy thinking about when Snake eyes would get back. He was currently on a mission somewhere with other GI's. You've been trying to do things around the house to keep your mind off of him, such as chores and when all of those were done you resorted to watching tv. However, that hasn't been working out too well.

You sigh as you look at your phone and check the time. You groan in annoyance when you see that it's only six. You put your phone down and try to think of some way to pass the time. You sit there, thinking to yourself for a couple of minutes until you feel your stomach rumble, and you hear it growl in hunger. "Fuck it, I might as well make some dinner," you say to yourself. You stand up and stretch a little bit before you make your way to the kitchen. You look at all the ingredients and food that you have in your kitchen, and decide to make your favorite food. You quickly grab what you need to make it, and you start to make your dinner. You decide to make enough for Snake eyes as well, since you don't know when he'll get back.

You smile as you think about him. You and Snake eyes have been together for a couple of months now, and your relationship has been thriving. Sadly, he was sent on a mission a couple of weeks ago and he didn't tell you when he'd return. You were already used to him having to leave frequently so he could save the world, but that doesn't mean you don't miss him everytime he leaves. You wonder when he'll be back this time. Hopefully it'll be soon.

Unbeknownst to you, the front door opens and someone silently enters the house, closing the door behind them. You don't hear any footsteps coming towards you, as the tv still plays in the other room and you are focused on making dinner. You suddenly feel arms wrap around your waist, and you let out a shriek of surprise as you quickly turn around to face the intruder. You pause as you see Snake eyes standing in front of you. You feel your shoulders sag as you let out a relieved sigh. "Baby, it's just you," you say as you put your hand on your chest. You can feel your heart beating fast from the scare. You frown at the masked man standing in front of you, "you scared the shit out of me."

He leans his head down until your foreheads touch, a silent way of saying he's sorry. You smile at the action and you move your hands to the sides of his head, where his visor's at. "Can I take this and the balaclava off?" You ask. He gives a small nod, and you start to remove the visor and balaclava. As you do this you think about how far you two have come. In the beginning of your relationship, he wouldn't take off his balaclava and you never really pushed him to. You knew that he would let you see his face when he was ready. Soon, after he came back from a tough mission, he moved your hands to his balaclava. You remember that night was also the first time you two ever kissed. You smile at the memory as you finish taking off the balaclava and visor.

The two items however, quickly fall to the ground as he leans in and kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck as the kiss turns passionate. Soon you open your mouth and tentatively lick his bottom lip, asking him for permission. He gladly accepts and his lips part, allowing you entrance to his mouth. You moan as your tongues meet, and his grip on your waist tightens.

Soon, he breaks the kiss and his attention turns towards your neck. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and starts to leave kisses on it, causing you to moan as he kisses, sucks, and bites your neck. You moan louder, as he starts leaving marks on your neck. You lean your head away from him, giving him even more room to mark your neck. That is until your stomach growls, causing him to stop kissing, and he moves his face away from your neck. You feel your face heat up at the sound, reminding you why you were there in the first place.

He cocks his head to the side as you look away, not meeting his eyes out of embarrassment. "I haven't had dinner yet," you say meekly. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him look towards the food you were using for dinner. He turns his head back towards you, and he places a kiss on your head before he pulls away and lets you go. You reluctantly let him go as well, and you immediately miss his warmth as he moves so he standing by your side. You look between him and the food that will soon be your dinner. "You want to help make dinner?" You ask with a grin. He looks back at you and you see his lips quirk up in a small smile as he nods . You quickly move over and make more room for him as you both start making dinner together.

When you're done making dinner, you both take your plates/bowls to the dining table and sit across from each other. The dinner is full of conversation as you ask him questions about his latest mission, and what you've been up to while he was gone. He nods or shakes his head (signs if you know sign language) as answers to your questions. Soon the meal is done, and he takes your dishes to the sink.

He soon returns, and when he does he envelops you in his arms. You lay your head in the crook of his neck, and you both just stand there silently for a few minutes. Basking in each other's presence. Soon you move your head towards the big scar on his neck, the one right over his vocal chords. You lean in and gently kiss the scar. You feel his body tense for a few seconds at the contact, before it goes slack. "I love you," you murmur against him skin. You feel his arms tighten around you, letting you know he feels the same. You stay there for a few more seconds, before you pull away from his neck, and look up at him. You let out a small gasp as you look into his eyes, and see that they're full of love and affection. Before Snake eyes even has a chance to do anything, you lean in and kiss him. He quickly returns the kiss, and before you know it he's backing you up against a wall, as the quickly becomes passionate again.

His hands slowly move down your body, until they reach your thighs. He quickly taps one of your thighs, letting you know that he wants you to wrap your legs around him. You quickly comply as you break the kiss an jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He quickly moves his hands under your thighs to support you, not breaking a sweat at the added weight. You smile at him, as you coyly say "shall we take this to the bedroom?" He nods his head, and he starts to make his way down the hall, towards your bedroom. Safe to say, you both stayed up for the rest of the night.