#Shit Food Bloggers Say

[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

[leeny-leens]

using this blog as my personal notes app for my writing is so fun anyways heres more to the socmed AU so I don't forget Abt it later

it's a Barty X Reader story BCS he's my recent obsession and very obv it's a modern AU, no magic etc etc the whole works y'all

(yes this is a reader AU sue me I love writing self insert)

Reader - content creator ™️, makes diff kind of content but it's mainly art and video/photography centric, she studied film and cinema but then realized that uni and higher education ™️ in general wasn't her thing, tried a million diff majors until she finally dropped out and started free lancing and realized she quite likes this way of living

Barty - aka BCJR, singer who dropped out of law school like 2 years in and decided to pursue music instead BCS he figured it'll piss his dad off before he realized he actually loves making music

Remus - wrote a book called "Let the Moon speak Tonight" and has literally never done anything else writing wise since, doesn't plan on it either but the book got really popular and thus he's become known as this one guy ™️, he studied English lit and works in a bookshop

Peter - he studies sth with geography or zoology maybe?? or sth with plants?? anyways he's a plant dad ™️ and loves animals so he has a YT channel as well as social accs dedicated to his hobbies, it's surprisingly popular with a bunch of people and they always tend to say he has a soothing sense of humour and a nice voice (also he's constantly doing random ass side quests and people in his comment section will always be like wait isn't this the guy who did/attended/participated/hosted xyz and his friends are like Pete wtaf when did you do that???)

Mary - she runs a jewelry account and a lot of times you'll see her collaborating with a bunch of brands and fashion content creators to bring out THE best looks ever, surprisingly to literally everyone though fashion isn't her main interest or sth she studied it's just a hobby, everyone is always surprised when they find out she is a nursing student and somehow has time to still keep her page running though she often shrugs it off with the explanation that it's not a chore for her but a way to unwind

Lily - food blogger, she gets invited to a shit ton of events and has a knack for connecting with people, she wanted to be a teacher before she got totally burnt out in uni and decided to just try things out to see where life takes her

Marlene - I'm undecided on this but I think she studied business because of her family before realizing it wasn't really sth for her so she ended up switching to sth with dance! she now runs a successful dancing centric acc and you often see her and James in each other's videos

James - he's an athlete, I wanna say soccer? or maybe a swimmer??? but anyways he had a scholarship in college and is currently training to go for nationals and then hopefully the Olympics, he runs a v Basic but fun sports acc, some people would straight up say he's a sports influencer but he just likes sharing his journey and helping others understand their own bodies

Sirius - an actor who started out as a child actor, pushed into the industry by his family; it took a toll on his mental and physical health to an extreme extent until he ran away at 15 and retired from filming; made a comeback of his own when he was 19 and the people love him

Regulus - model, pushed into the industry by his family ever since he was young; it took a toll on his health until he managed to cut ties with them when he was in his early 20s (he's still in his early to mid 20s but shh)

Evan - originally he studied forensic science, then he switched to bio chem but got bored really quick and just started doing fuck not, he models with Reg occasionally or sings with Barty and rn he's just vibing trying to figure out what the fuck life is even about

Pandora - she studied psychology and is a really big mental health advocate, originally she wanted to be a therapist but now she's on track to become a social worker, she has 2 accounts that she runs one of them being mental health related and has a lot of advocacy and charity things while the other is more personal and focuses on her beliefs and her more or less witchy plant girl life style, her and Peter often make videos together

Dorcas - she studied polisci no I don't take any criticism on this <3 your girl wants to make changes because she saw how the world treated her single mother and she's having none of that, she's always posting and talking about social justice issues, feminism, advocacy and she's doing all of that in style while defying the expectations of what a 'serious' woman should look and act like

I'm thinking of combining socmed and written chapters for this AU, simply because I like the mix and think it'll be the most efficient to bring along the story!

There's gonna be a few plot points I want to cover

I have so many more thoughts and I'm so excited to share them with you guys <33

[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

[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

[ereardon]

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

[Minors. Ageless blogs, blank blogs, and anyone discovered to be doing predator shit will be blocked (and reported, in a few of those cases]

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

[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

[fastwalker]

why do journalists of state tv, who are payed by my money, never interview actual experts for their videos?

gardening on your balcony - ofc they don't interview a trained gardener with a trade degree, no they ask a self taught blogger for advice

cooking - same, no trained cook in sight just food bloggers

wtf is this shit idc what some attention whore blogger says. give a voice to skilled labourers if you use their trade to earn views

[lamentingocean]

~Seongtae x Jaha~

-Master Seongtae x Master jaha-

Warning: NSFW (thank me later) a bit of ahem..jacking off, cussing, a bit of sex, pleasing and venting, murder, a bit of comedy, very attractive men going at it. go wild and go crazy.

+Made by your favorite Rotmd blogger-Ocean+

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Jaha. The mad demon. Known to be one of the most dangerous martial artists across the wind of china. known to be ruthless to men that do terrible things without saying a word to the innocent and then just shit on them, expecting the innocent and the poor to eat their shit and then gulp it up like it's 2 day old soup from a dirty pot. jaha is known to have a heart for the innocent and the defenseless. even when they can't wield a blade correctly in battle or engage in hand to hand combat if a gamble has been lost to a fat bastard that takes from the poor and gives to the rich. whatever enemy takes from the poor. jaha will coat his black hare's tooth with their blood. and cut their body up into peices. he wouldn't stand for a man who uses people for no reason. this is just giving an example to the black sea wolves leader. You have commoners at your own living establishment but choose to drown yourself at your own wealth just by these people eating dirt for dinner that has probably been stepped on by dirty shoes. He is such an inspirational man. go from a errand boy.

Serving people their beverages and food to get spoken whatever people want to speak to you as.

To a badass master that doesn't give a flying fuck about fat men towards their women, masters to their town to take from the innocent, to the men that can kill off their own army to take down the main hero. the selfish kind. spread across their blood around the white steps of snow in hopes of getting their mind set right for what they are doing. Their ticket to heaven is revoked.

Their innocence is revoked from the moment they are born into the world of ancient China. you either live to be a normal citizen who is forced to live in a world that can kill you when a fight breaks out between the factions or live as a title to yourself. It's how things work, after all. If society as humans didn't have a formatted system to follow, then it's just pure chaos.

insanity is like an ecosystem. It can spread everywhere across the earth and be the scent of everyone's noses, and then the scent starts to become addictive as if it's being used as a drug. we all live around madness since it's supposed to be referenced as an ecosystem that is manifesting through everyone's minds in this sick reality we live.

jaha looked at his sword, "the black hare's tooth," customized to the leader of the black rabbit clan. that bastard is burning in hell, like william afton paying the price for committing child murder. his eyes scrolled up and down to its further appearance. Getting a kick out of the rabbit bastard's way of weaponry. his hand slowly flinged out his two fingers to caress his clear skin to the body of the sword. trying to see if this weapon is worth fighting off formidable enemies with weapons that are durable, powerful, and sturdy and able to even slice a brick wall in half by just one swing.

A presence swayed right in like a ghost. it's a timid knock. Is it hongshin? Is it the head maid of black rabbit? Who could it be to have a knock so light and so soft to make a door blush. its seongtae cha. a master swordsman and a potentially revoked manager of ilyang prefecture. formidable in wiping ass when he's being commanded to or maybe not. his smile expanded to jaha's glances of disturbance. "Hello jaha. what are you doing here?" jaha's hand flinched to grab the sword to keep his blood pool of eyes raving the details of the sword. "trying to look at my sword. I'm still waiting on my pole that the blacksmith clan is going to promise me in the future. I can predict that the black hare's tooth isn't going to be held in fighting the demonic cult. the number one enemy of murim." The golden artifact defining seongtae's eyes look up to the sword in property of jaha. he's right. Only a weapon he used for a lot of killing can't hold against every faction of murim.

"I see. Hopefully, I will be able to fight alongside you in the future. just in case you will be more a madman than what you are today. while I will be the light demon. it's to compliment your goal into becoming mad demon. while I shine a beam of light to the enemy of the factions. and then will be blinded by my beauty, for I have the power☆" he had a lot of confidence and self-love into speaking that so bluntly to the man that threw a glass across his face. jaha's voice snickered in comparison to his serious act to blind the enemies with his utmost beauty.

"Hopefully, they won't die of ugliness or have the overbearing weight of being gay." his breath trickled, turn shackled to his claim as his head almost went lollipop red to his snickering. but that insultive snickering seems like a laughter of enjoyment into teasing the great seongtae cha.

"You asshole. Your hair looks like the long black haired version of Medusa. watch me get stoned by black musk." his head was boiling to jaha openly, starting to lose his footing to the enemy of laughter when his head was turning red and it was boiling hot water just how angry he was. "I'm s-sorry. It's just that you would either say your name multiple times to powerful enemies or glamorize them with your beauty." his head banged itself on the table when his mouth spat out laughter. never had the mad demon be this so full of genuine laughter instead of laughing out of insanity.

"Fine! If you are going to insult me, then I will call arson upon your inn motherfucker. see how that feels." his laughter shut off like a lightswitch. he turned from kind to badass in a second. his glaze shook seongtae's bones to bring up his inn even though it's been burned down two times already. his fingers slipped to the waist of the sword like he's going to stab him at any second. "a-ayo chill, it's a j-joke. don't take it offensively, jaha."

"Take it back right now. don't target my inn." At a full flash of a fire blow out of candle. seongtae's back has been pushed to a wall as he's trapped in a position. he can't move at all. since seongtae's strength is nothing but a polygon to jaha's strength. 1- point for differences. their faces were so close to each other that even their eye colors started to gleam like a sunset. trivial red to red hot pink red (based on jaha's eye color) to seongtae's light gold eyes. his breath exhaled to clear off his attitude to their unexpected closeup. "I don't want to deal with more fuckers that think its ok to burn down my inn just because I was a errand boy. I do not want to deal with that anymore. I got truama, ok?" his head bopped up and down to his share of having truama about his inn. seongtae cha definitely understands him. But it's something about this that makes seongtae want to be close with him.

The crave to want to kiss his lips is rising up on his mind right now. Even jaha was being silent about it if their minds merged within each other. like a cosmic dying star colliding with a new one to regain some life force.

His legs gave it to the floor. but jaha acted quickly, for he grabbed a chunk of his royal silk only to just throw him back to his border of his lips. being so close as to completely emerge himself to his cunning attitude. "You must see that I'm threatening you as the mad demon. we are demons of our own. don't fuck with me seongtae." blinking to pat off some of his anger to him. but he did an action that would leave the great seongtae cha in a state of shock, surprise, and scarce undying lust for the virulent insanity of his general personality, only to be shattered by the definition of normality.

jaha's lips stuck himself against his, overbearing his taste in hopes of charisma sparking in the mind of the plum blossom pavilion manager. seongtae pressed himself on him like a sticker on free wet wood. just slowly pulling his self-worth and love into it as if jaha begged for it to be thrown in the fire. until his mouth begun to do a sound banging in the walls like a cave.

he struck a little moan as he tilted his head down to press his lips onto his more. he pushed his body up to dominate him in such a way that would even make a military brute shit their pants to handle in this. jaha's hand slowly slid down with his finger asserting possession to his skin. "Why is he being like this now?" seongtae thought in his head before he opened his eyes to see such a sight never to be seen in his life.

Only to see jaha completely hot with a shade of dark blush taming the skin of his face down to sit, his hair nearly done as his tie is hanging on for dear life support and his hand wanting to get access to the insides of his pants. and then he did.

sensually sliding his hand down to seongtae cha's short but lustrous cock wanting to crave human touch since he been doing that just now. the golden eyes of seongtae rolled back to his touch and just gave in to the mad demon's sensual unexpected craving. even a little droplet of pre-cum started to leak from its tip. the palm of jaha's hand adjusted to what his pleasure is going to do. jacking him off while his other hand closed up his way to break out of this.

This is a luxury to him. Especially getting jacked off by the same asshole that threw a table full of food at some men and stomped on them out of anger. pampering him with his seductively aggressive mood to his inn and teasing seongtae a bit. Isn't it funny to see such a serious man do this? his breathing turned shaky, his body is shaking too to jaha's sudden rapid hand movement to his sensitive cock. but he continued to kiss him much harder than before to shut up and take the estacy to rise.

That was...quick.

jaha quickly flings out his hand to see a white liquid ooze from the skin of his finger. it coated his hand a bit since it stinks. his fingers played with it to see how much it can be used for delectable things in his order. he discarded himself from their unbearably long make-out session as jaha's hair bounced and flinged back to his longing estacy to seongtae sudden lustful side to the mad demon "fuck me please. I want my self worth to be restored..please fuck me down.'' he glanced at his face like his confidence been bombed into flames but wants to be destroyed in a way that is....way different instead of indulging himself to his own riches to be happy about what he wants. if seongtae wants to be included in something. Then he has to. jaha tore the clothes into pieces.

to see his skim chest and his slim white banshee looking body to scan in the hell that is jaha's eyes. he rose his head down to lay small timid kisses on his abs to mark more of his possession on him. to let his subordinates know that the manager of ilyang is know his property. but he did something else.

he slowly slid his pants down, but as soon as he did that. He shoved him back just so that his face could be in the riverside of the wall and that he's forced to be an obedient pet and raise his ass up. jaha stuck his fat cock out to let its vibrant scent wither his nose to let him know that he's about to give his request granted. The stinky scent of his cum...their make-out session, jaha jacking him off.. this is a paradise to his mind. but he flinched when he felt it arrive to the insides of his anal. He didn't waste no time.

thrusting right in, seongtae's mouth bled moans.

Someone came right in the middle of this.

It's a random assassin with a knife balmed with the name: "Dark faction." On it.

He let go of seongtae in an odd manner when he took one glance at this random bastard that interrupted their time as technically a couple. now he's mad about it enough to have blood gushing through his veins violently. 2-point for pissing me off.

"....what should we do? I knew my sounds were gonna catch the wrong kind of attention." At an action. he flunged a random shattered glass at the guy, and he succeeded in stabbing him in the head. having a sprinkle of blood full in the halls of the golden dragon palace. but he's glad that nobody is in the palace to see this.

"Ah-"

"Jaha. Are you ok?" his chin raised up to jaha's ridiculous handsome face, touching the border of it. "We will deal with this later."

(Here you go, guys. man kinda feels like I got upgraded somehow. (Even though I feel like I'm constantly ignored by people ah-) but hope you enjoy it.)

[ruruumin]

1 — SPARKLE.

₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; visiting the convenience store for some snacks wasn't uncommon for a food blogger, it was the new cashier that they hired that is driving you crazy!

⤷genres; modern college au, romance and comedy.

⤷masterlist; here.

It was morning. A bright, sunny one that included a bit of humidity. By Ayaka's standards, it would have been a great time to have class. You restrain a deep, obnoxious sigh from the pits of your stomach. There was nothing good about morning classes. Sure, you might have had a few in high school, however, in college it felt like you were being dragged to hell itself.

Had Yoimiya told you sooner about the class she was taking, and how sought-after it was, you might have first-passed it. Instead, you’re stuck with a random morning class, trying to fill in your requirements for financial aid. The class wouldn’t be so terrible had it just been in the afternoon. At the bare minimum, you wouldn’t have minded it if you had at least a friend in there. You would at least have someone keeping you awake. 

You’ve heard good reviews about the professor, and their scores didn’t seem awful. You were sure that they were a very nice person. They just didn’t have anything interesting to do in the morning so they wanted to come to campus early. You feel your eyebrow twitch in annoyance. You try to convince yourself that this ordeal isn’t downright horrible. There had to be some good out of it. 

You press your lips tightly together as you rummage through the store’s abundance of ramen. It might be early in the morning, but not too early to not have ramen. After a long day of working and stressing out about classes, you thought it might be a good idea to treat yourself. You can quickly eat and then head off to class. A perfect plan, you say to yourself. 

As you reached out for the last Shin ramen, a hand touches yours. You flinch and recoil in surprise, glancing up to see a blond man. You swallowed a thick lump at the base of your throat as you stared at him in awe. He looked roughly around your age, maybe a few months older, a little more mature and soft-eyed. His hair was tied back into a neat ponytail, reaching the ends of his exposed neck. 

Holy shit, you blinked, he’s pretty. Even though he was wearing the store’s signature dark green, almost olive-colored apron, he looked good. It contrasted the cute maple-leaf pin that was pinned on his breast pocket. Aside from his clothes, what stood out to you the most was his unique hair. Sure, you might have had your fair share of interesting boys with weird hair colors, like the short vocalist with aquamarine and ocean-blue hair, or the computer science major with teal highlights, but none looked quite as good as him. It was a pretty shade of blond with a crimson streak. How did he dye his hair so perfectly? You were starting to get jealous. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to touch you.” He said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. He stands up from his crouching position and you finally get a good view of him. He was taller than you by a few inches. Not by much but enough for you to imagine standing next to him. 

“I’m trying to restock the ramen. My apologies. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

You shake your head, “Of course not, I’m sorry you just caught me off guard.” You quickly reach out for the last pack of ramen and hold it close to your chest. “I didn’t mean to get in your way.” 

“No, it’s alright.” He goes back to his task, taking out a few more bags from a cardboard box on a stroller. He decides to end the conversation there. It was a good idea because if you were to stay any longer near him, your face might turn bright red. 

You turn away from the aisle, awkwardly walking away from him. You press the pack of ramen in front of your face, your cheeks growing hot as you glance back at him once in a while. He was still in the same position, stacking ramen at the back with a small smile on his face. He seemed content. You brush through your hair quickly, making sure to flatten out any fray strands that were sticking out. You hope that he didn’t watch any of your vlogs. If he did, that would be mortifying.

You were not the best looking in the morning, you had to admit. Your hair was messy in the wrong ways and it looked at times you didn’t comb your hair. It wasn’t your fault though. You had to rush to get here just to buy breakfast. You look down at your outfit. With a simple pair of sweats and an oversized hoodie, your backpack is slightly loose around your shoulders. If your hair didn’t look bad, your outfit certainly does. 

You lightly slap both sides of your cheeks, shaking your head. He shouldn’t be judging you. It’s an early morning and you had class. Yeah, no one cares about what you’re wearing, especially if it's an early class. If anything, you were dressed fairly nicely compared to other students who would show up with plaid pajama pants and a white tank top. You were most definitely better dressed than Childe, who once showed up to statistics class without a shirt because he came back from swim practice. The professor scolded him for his inappropriate behavior, though, that still went on with a few laughs and giggles. 

Closing your eyes, you groan. You hope that image gets erased in your mind. Out of all people you could have seen half-naked, it had to be the weird, popular kid that you know from high school. You would have been fine if it was anyone but a high school friend. 

You decide to buy a few other items. You heard from Yoimiya that there was a trend going around. Once you’ve finished at least half of your ramen, you would break up a riceball and add it in. It’s meant to soak up the extra soup and provide you with another meal. At first, you didn’t see the appeal because soggy seaweed had the worst texture imaginable. It was chewy and wet, hard to bite into, and at times felt too slimy. 

However, as you stare down at the arrangement of flavors, you’re starting to consider it. Regular tuna mayo with leftover Shin ramen sounded good right now. You could also settle on salmon as well. You let out a small hum. There were so many flavors to choose from. The hardest part about being a food blogger is figuring out what you want to eat. As well as the price. It was most definitely the price. 

Shrugging your shoulders you decide on your favorite flavor. If it didn’t taste good, you could always blame Yoimiya for such terrible ideas. You remember in the past, during a late-night stream, she requested that you try some of the hot sauces from the show: “Hot Ones.” A lot of other streamers were doing it and it would look nice if you hopped on the trend for a bit. Perhaps it was your naivety that left you almost comatose in bed the next morning. 

Straightening your back, you check your phone for the time. Twenty minutes before you needed to start walking. You had enough time to finish your food if you hurried. And by that, you started to drop your things in front of the cash register, fishing for your wallet in your bag. 

Too busy searching for the right amount of change, you failed to notice the pretty blond boy from earlier standing in front of you, ringing up your belongings. He gave you a kind smile, his eyes flickering to your student id which hangs from your backpack. The id holder itself was pretty simple, though if he squints harder he notices some sticker decorations surrounding your picture. How cute, he comments. He doesn’t say anything when he places a pair of chopsticks on top of your things. 

When you handed him the right amount of change, you finally notice his stare. His autumn eyes were staring at you with a look of fondness. And for a moment, you ask yourself if you’ve seen him before. You clear your throat when you notice that neither of you were talking. He was quiet and you weren’t sure if this was favorable, or completely awkward.

“Thank you,” You hurriedly bowed and left the store, completely forgetting about eating breakfast there. The thought of embarrassing yourself anymore to this cute boy was too much for you. You needed to escape before he starts to remember you. 

The blond man only sighs under his breath as he gives you a friendly wave. You walked out of the place with a pack of uncooked ramen, and one rice ball. He looks down at his watch, seeing the time, he decides that it’s time to clock out of his shift and leave for class. 

[trickstarbrave]

mommy blogger was arrested for 6 counts of felony child abuse and im furious it took a kid literally breaking out of the house and running to the neighbors literally starving and begging for food after having been tied up with duct tape covered in injuries for her to be arrested.

the shit she was posting online was already clearly child abuse. joking about neglecting her kids, her kids saying she refused to feed them or buy them clothes, all while she publicly humiliates them and makes millions off of them. she admits trying to avoid getting her child medical care she obviously needs. she admits she refused to let her son sleep on a bed for 7 months. she berates and insults them and socially isolated them.

[erins-quinn]

“about the blogger” meme

thanks for the tag @currymanganese @cruciomione and @ashluvsu4ever (some tagged sydneys-adamu but that’s still me!! lol) this is late as hell but y’all are real cool! 🩷

star sign: scorpio! as far as all that other stuff like rising and moon and sun I’m not sure.

favorite holiday: I don’t have one but I’d have to say christmas for the food

last meal: chicken soup bc winter slapped me in the face now I’m sick

current favorite musician: don’t have one! I kinda hate music

last music listened to: “I know the end” by phoebe bridgers. doesn’t help my I hate music stance but that song is great so what I will do is put that song and just that song on repeat for months and not even touch anything else. I’ve also been listening to the parade revival bcr for months now.

last movie watched: blue beetle I think? and that was kind of a while ago. but great film! a lot better than I was expecting.

last tv show watched: besides just putting stuff on for noise im gonna say jury duty. an incredible watch you should consider if you haven’t already.

last book/fic finished: it was sydcarmy but I can’t remember the title. but it’s about their first fight in the cross over between whatevership and relationship and carmen gets sick and I’m also sick so!!

last book/fic abandoned: I mean I don’t read books, so that’s abandonment all on its own and if I abandon fics im not gonna publicize that lol.

currently reading: … not a book. and honestly idk basically besides re reading I’m currently reading most sydcarmy wips. I haven’t read for a different fandom since june lmao.

last thing researched for art/writing/hyper-fixation: I think “how to make a crochet coaster” I’m thinking about starting to sell and of course idk how to go about it but I figure actually making shit is a good start? who knows.

favorite online fandom memory: this isn’t a “fandom” per se (say? idk) but back in 2020-2021 I used to spend a lot of time on twitch and I got really attached to this one guy and his community. anyways I called a pop tart and a toaster strudel the same thing and got positively annihilated by the chat. twas very funny.

favorite old fandom you wish would drag you back in/have a resurgence: hmmm idk. for the sake of not having the same answer twice I’d say maybe cobra kai. I really miss loving that show and the ship I was attached to had meta that reminds me of sydcarmy. when the engagement was high it was really fun and if people suddenly decided to start caring again I’d go right back.

favorite thing you enjoy that never had an active or big “fandom” but you wish it did: american vandal!!! it’s less that I want it to have a big fandom because really who wants that and more I just wanted to know the show was appreciated, which it wasn’t :(

tempting project you’re trying to reign in/don’t have time for: I was almost roped into embroidery and punch needling and then I had to actually consider the fact that there’s no way I could commit to that. maybe one day tho.

if u see this pretend I tagged you and do it! :)

[goldenguillotines]

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Indigo blood | Foodie | Blogger | Skater

Ayatou Evruku at your service or like. Whatever. Descendant of The DEEPFANG, Ayatou doesn't give a shit about all that lineage shit and barely had a lusus.. so who the fuck cares? Theyre a rather prickly fella, often called heartless by their more dramatic of friends. Alas, he doesn't share his feelings too publicly. Many failed romances turned them cagey and made them apprehensive to open up to others. Blackmailed and lied about.. bullied and picked at.. Yeah Ayatou has been through it.

A once rather friendly kid with some anger issues, they were the charmer. Frequently seen as a "playboy" of their community due to their troubles and seemingly no desire to go steady. Everyone expected them to eventually break out of that. Mature.. but it never seemed to fade away..

Forced to drop out of college early on, Ayatou boasts an incomplete social media manager degree. Due to.. a former red they used to be with sabotaging them. Overly Obsessive and clingy.. Ayatou wasn't the type to humor it.. and instead of gritting their teeth. They decided to abandon it completely. Being chased our of their school and out of their home town. Unbeknownst to them, their Lusus long left.. leaving Ayatou alone. He didn't plan on letting some stupid shit like this happen again. So he would move on as a person.

The indigo uses their time now to travel around and try different food spots. Writing scathing or very positive reviews. He's honest and says it how it is. Not afraid to be truthful and lay it out on the table. Ayatous friends that they've made along the way seem to regard him as a softie at heart, showing his love through food and gifts rather than talking and touch. Often dragging people away from what they're doing or patching up idiots getting into fights..

Speaking of fights, Ayatou often finds themself in them. Butting heads and challenging others when they've become too much of a problem..

[platearmourpiglet]

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST YES!!! Say it again and louder cause those in the back didn’t hear!!! 🤬🤬🤬

OK OK OK look, these stories can be lovely and my mother in law buys cook books mainly for fluff like that!! So if I want to I'll read it. But if it's late on a work day and I really have to check RIGHT NOW if I have everything for that meal so I can make it or not, I NEED those ingredients to be easily accessible!!

...of course the food bloggers don't owe me shit... But it would be nice...?