#YouTube could change drastically

[infizero]

every time i so much as think about that scene where light looks at porn magazines while scowling i go into hysterics its genuinely the funniest thing i've ever seen

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Don’t go - Tyler Owens Imagine

“So, I can’t convince you to stay home?” Your words were laced with a sense of defeat as you sat at the kitchen table, head in your hands as red rimmed eyes looked up at your stubborn ass boyfriend as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

He was quiet, fingers scratching at the stubble on his chin as he gave you a knowing look and you knew you weren’t going to win this argument. It had been going on for almost an hour now since you had gotten the phone call that had changed how you looked at everything. One of Tyler’s friends had been out chasing a tornado that they weren’t prepared for and it had gone drastically wrong. A storm that was supposed to produce an EF1 had turned to an EF5 in a matter of minutes and they had gotten caught in the middle of it.

The spikes on their vehicle hadn’t deployed and the truck had gotten thrown through the air and no one inside had survived. It had you anxious for your own boyfriend’s safety and you bringing that up had turned into a knock down, drag out fight. Not that you expected anything less, but you knew he was still trying to process everything himself.

He shook his head, sniffling as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he looked out the window above the sink. His eyes were as red rimmed as yours, though he was furiously blinking to try and keep the tears at bay. “It’s what he would’ve wanted. We gotta go out to honor him.” The way his voice broke at the end absolutely shattered your already fractured heart.

You just let your head hang a bit as you nodded slowly, sniffles filling the air as you felt tears start to permeate your water line. You knew his job was dangerous, it was beyond obvious. But, you liked to push that thought away as much as you could. However, now it was hard when the facts were staring you right in the face. “Baby.. c’mere.” You could hear the sigh in his words as his accent came out loud and clear, boots scraping against the hard wood floors of the house the two of you shared. “You know I’ll be fine. You know that better than anyone.”

You did know it and the way you couldn’t even answer him to say that showed it. You could feel his arms snaking around your waist, your body pressing against his as your combined sniffles sounded out through the quiet kitchen. There was the quiet sound of thunder outside and you knew he would have to be leaving soon. “I love you.” It was the first words you had said in the last few minutes, his lips pressing against your forehead as he held you close. “I love you too.” His breath fanned against your forehead and blew your bangs around a bit as he held you close.

He always knew exactly what you needed and when you needed it and right now you two just needed each other. “What if you come with us?” His words were quiet as he looked down at you, his eyes taking in your expression as your eyebrows furrowed together. “What?” You had been on storm chases with him before when you had first started dating, but you hadn’t been on any recently. He had gotten bigger on YouTube and you wanted to let him have that. But, the way he was asking you to join this time almost seemed like something he needed.

“We’re not going out as a full crew. We’re not recording. It’ll just be me, you, and Boone will be third wheeling as always. I just want my girl out there with me tonight.” The sincerity in his words made your heart start to swell in your chest. How on Earth were you supposed to say no to that? You couldn’t.

“Plus,” He started, his eyes glittering with a small spec of mischief, “I’m always more careful when you’re in the truck with me.” You couldn’t help but shake your head as the corners of your lips slowly started to twitch up into a smile. “Of course I’ll go out with you. Let’s go out and honor Johnathan.” The way that Tyler picked you up and spun you around your kitchen after you said that reminded you just why you fell for the tornado wrangler. He wasn’t at all what anyone else expected him to be. Sure, he acted rough and tough on YouTube. But, he was secretly a massive softie; especially when it came to you. You were his biggest weakness and he was yours.

[princesssarisa]

My post about whether or not Lydia should be saved from Wickham in modern Pride and Prejudice retellings has gotten more likes and reblogs than I expected. It's made me think of another possibility of why Austen didn't save her from him.

Presumably, Lydia and Wickham's marriage could have been avoided in only three ways that would have left Lydia's reputation intact. The first is if they had only been planning to elope, but it was prevented, as with Georgiana. The second is if they had been found earlier and separated before Lydia lost her virginity. Or else Lydia could have listened to Darcy and left Wickham, and then Darcy could have used his influence to protect her honor: e.g. by claiming that she was kidnapped, or by arranging a decent marriage for her.

If Austen had wanted to make any of those choices to free Lydia, she could have done it without drastically changing the plot. But if she had, it might have felt a bit too "literary" and unrealistic.

I've just been re-watching some of Dr. Octavia Cox's literary analysis videos on YouTube. They reminded me that Austen always loved to skewer the tropes and clichés of other literature, especially Gothic melodrama, whether in outright parody or in subtler deconstruction.

Dr. Cox's video on the elder Eliza's fate in Sense and Sensibility particularly highlights this trend in Austen. She argues that Eliza's story is a classic, clichéd Gothic melodrama (a beautiful orphan, an abusive uncle, thwarted romance, forced marriage to a cruel man, a "fall" into a life of "sin," and ultimate illness and death, all narrated by Colonel Brandon in heightened, poetic language), and that Austen's point in including it was arguably to highlight that this wouldn't be the fate of her heroines. Marianne comes close to it with Willoughby and with her near-fatal illness, but in the end she's saved. Austen's point was arguably to say "Yes, I know all about this type of melodrama, I know all the clichés, but I'm relegating it to the backstory, because that's not what I want to write."

(I don't know if everyone would interpret the elder Eliza's storyline this way, but it's how Dr. Cox reads it.)

Maybe with Lydia's fate, and with the backstory of how Georgiana was freed from Wickham, Austen was doing something similar.

I'm not enough of an expert on Georgian literature to know if the rescuing of girls from predatory men with their virginity and honor intact was a cliché or not. But it does appear in late 18th century comic opera. For example, Mozart's Don Giovanni: the title character is the ultimate womanizer, but he has no success with any of the women he tries to prey on over the course of the opera. His seductions are stopped by the timely, chance arrivals of his enemies, his victims get away unscathed, and he pays for his crimes with his life in the end. Or The Marriage of Figaro: the Count's designs on Susanna are thwarted, and he's humiliated and forced to beg his wife's forgiveness.

If stories of womanizers being thwarted and punished, and their female victims saved with virtue intact, were as common in the literature of the day as they are in opera from that era, then maybe Austen used Wickham and Lydia to deconstruct them.

We definitely see some skewering of poetic cliche in the fact that despite Mrs. Bennet's fears/hopes, Lydia's honor is saved with a bribe instead of a duel.

Maybe like the Eliza backstory in Sense and Sensibility, the backstory of Georgiana's near-elopement can be read as a more perfect "literary" example of a girl escaping a cad's clutches. The elopement was thwarted partly by pure chance, as Darcy paid a surprise visit just before Wickham and Georgiana meant to run off, and partly because Georgiana was a “good victim,” whose conscience got the better of her and who chose her family and honor over her whirlwind romance.

But similar luck isn't on Lydia's side, nor does she make the right, “virtuous" choices. Darcy doesn't find the lovers until Lydia has already been living with Wickham, and like a typical reckless teenager, she cares nothing for either her reputation or her family compared to her infatuation with him. So Darcy is forced to bribe Wickham to marry her, Wickham goes unpunished except that he loses his hope of marrying rich, and all the characters have to live with the results of the scandal for the rest of their lives.

By having Georgiana's successful escape from Wickham be mere backstory while foregrounding Lydia's lack of escape, maybe once again Austen was saying "I could have freed Lydia this way – I know the tropes other authors might have used to free her – but I'm a more cynically realistic writer than that, so I won't."

I have no idea if this is valid or not, but it's a theory.

[freckliedan]

Wait you reblogged something about dnp getting outed before the height of the careers? Did I miss something lol when were they outed

oh my god. i love that this is not something everyone knows anymore. but it's also absolutely fucking insane to me that this knowledge could potentially be lost. it's the biggest piece of context necessary for understanding them.

they were outed in 2011 on a smaller scale and again in 2012 on a massive scale, both times by the same video.

on september 17th of 2011 there was a platform wide glitch on youtube where, at random, a bunch of videos that had been uploaded and listed as private were suddenly unprivatized.

one of the videos that was unprivatized was a deeply earnest private message to dan that phil uploaded on february 13th of 2010, because dan was in india with his family and it was their first valentine's day together. there are a lot of intimate details about their early relationship in this video.

it gets called the vday or valentine's day video by phannies because it was titled ":3".

it was only up for a couple hours, but there are posts from phannies within that span. they reached out to people asking that it not be circulated with a poor cover story (that it was a prank they thought better of because it would be too mean).

people did not publicly circulate it for a period of time, but on halloween of 2012 it got posted publicly and got spread everywhere immediately. that's the second and more major outing.

in the years of like, 2013 thru the end of tatinof era at least but likely longer than that? if it got posted anywhere publicly it would get copyright struck by phil and removed. i don't have a definitive end date but the copyright strikes aren't still happening.

the leak is absolutely what lead to the peak era of dan and phil's closeting. understanding their need for control and how momentous it is that they trust us with anything requires knowledge of this context, imo.

i don't reccomend watching it. i haven't in some time.

i am open about the fact that i did watch it as a teenager in november of 2012, back when it was still circulating on tumblr. when i returned a couple weeks later to rewatch it, the entire blog i'd originally seen it on had been nuked for copyright infringement, and that wasn't uncommon for the era.

it was a really bad time in the phandom. dan briefly made a "customer service" sideblog & vehemently shut down people speculating on his sexuality/relationship with phil.

all of the archival information we have on dan and phil—the dailybooths, the formsprings, the old tweets, the videos they've taken off their channels, liveshows, vyous, etc? so much of that information was saved despite dan and phil trying to eradicate it in the immediate aftermath of the leak.

it's incredible that we still have it all, and even more incredible that images from phannie archives have made it into their videos several times from 2019 onward. their relationship with us has changed so drastically since 2012, in ways beyond what we could've imagined at the time.

yes, they were outed. that's the context for everything.

[babbletaels]

Before tears of the kingdom came out, I was watching a video on youtube that talked about volcanic signs around hyrule. As they pointed out what different structures around death mountain and akkala could've been, I started seeing those kinds of structures and shapes everywhere and I realized..

Hyrule is on top of a very large volcanic area

I started looking for signs. I realized there were hot springs in tabantha, and hot springs is not just something that cold regions have, no, it's something volcanic regions have.

When tears of the kingdom came out one of my top priotities was to get to the depths and see if there's lava underneath these hot springs, and sure enough there they were! Not only that, I found volcanic shapes in the depths themselves, as well as lava in other places I didn't know about.

Why am I talking about this?

Because they're not just there as decorations, at least not to me.

Look at Hyrule great forest. It obviously used to be a big forest spanning from above hyrule castle all the way to the top of the map, covering the west part of death mountains foot. Now the trees are all burned down from a volcanic eruption, except for in two regions that have strangely moat-looking "rivers" around them.

I'm not going to pretend I believe these are rivers. I'm 100% sure they are man made. These moats were dug in order to protect important land marks, because the people knew that they live on a volcanic region. It's no coincidence that the castle has a huge moat around it as well. They are trying to be safe from their inevitable doom.

But it's not just this. Moats don't always save you, and volcanoes eventually go dormant.

I imagine if you're the least interested in zelda lore and the zelda timeline, you've asked yourself the question, "Why does the map change so drastically?". Well, here's your answer.

Death mountain isn't just any mountain, it's always the most recently active volcano and the place where the gorons live! The gorons move around, when there's a new volcano they move there!

Towns safety become threatened, and so they move. Look at the ruins on the sides of death mountain, they're not burned, they're abandoned. So the people move around, they literally have no choice but to do so, unless they take to drastic measures, like raising your town high above the ground and building a wall around it, like the great plateau.

Why are the sheikah towers buried under ground and designed to shoot up with incredible force? Why not just build them in place and why do they need to be so tall? Maybe they were preparing them to be able to function even after lava has covered the ground.

The extremely mountainous nature of all of hyrule is honestly the best sign we have of this. By looking at the mountains we can conclude where the latest volcano was, and I think it was in Hebra.

So when trying to piece together how the maps work together, you can't look at things like a town, a castle or a volcano, because those things are constantly moving. I'd say maybe the desert could be the way to go, but we've seen very clearly that deserts used to be oceans. If you look to the horizon in gerudo desert in botw, you'll see water.

I think that the gorons migrate when their volcano gets too cold. If we look at majoras mask and assume that termina is in fact a real place, this is the first time we see gorons living in a cold place, and they don't seem to be thriving. Gorons like the warmth that the volcano provides.

So why does death mountain switch places?? Because it's not the same mountain! Death mountain is always the volcano! So one volcano goes dormant, another one pops up and the gorons move there. And this also explains a loooooot of other geographical questions. The people of hyrule are living under a constant threat of destruction by volcano, and that's why they need to move their castles and everything. If we were to assume the temple of time from ocarina of time is the same as in breath of the wild, we clearly see they moved/abandoned the castle and castle town because of the close proximity of death mountain in ocarina of time. It all makes a lot of sense and makes me feel like the map changing isn't such a big problem to me anymore.

[candy-red-river]

I wish the ranfren fandom was different here's why

Recently I had a conversation with a friend, which reminded me of things i liked, which reminded me of why i liked ranfren in the first place before i changed drastically.

many months ago, I was out of the hazbin fandom i was exausted and didnt feel like talking to anyone. so i rested and slept as much as i could. when i woke up i felt different, it was one of those times when i would check out strange and surreal media, only stronger. i watched vinesauce, played yume nikki for the first time and adored it,watched vinny play hylics one, and at some point ranren was recomended to me on youtube. i dont remember which one it was but after looking it up on youtube i watched some more vids, the one with nyon and luther particualrly caught my attention because it reminded me of another artist i liked. i had also left another fandom but my memory is sludge. i decided to dig deeper under the assumption that it was made by the same artist i liked, just a longer time ago

the stuff surrounding it shaped my first impressions on ranfren, it was surreal and sounded interesting, it looked like something else so i associated it with other strange media and assumed it would have a mostly quiet theorist fandom with a couple of fan arts but mostly people talking about it was a work of art and expression. (funny fact, i actually disliked randal at first since he looked so anime compared to everyone else, i thought he'd be a yandere side character but i was wrong. i eventually liked him over tim but looking back it corresponds a bit too well with my negative change)

I was wrong. That frustrated me. all i saw was fan art and it just made me feel, empty.

I was hoping i'd find theories, discussuin, analysis, talk about the different parts of the website, talk about its themes and how people felt about it, but i just got the same stuff over and OVER again, which is when i started making theory posts about ranfren, hoping i'd find more people who liked ranfren for more than just it's characters and surface level stuff.

And it worked!! but what happened after is hella complicated so i'll summerize it, when i wouldn't talk to people i'd get bored, so i constantly made new friends in the fandom. eventually i made a friend who i became obsessed with but over time we talked less and less which stressed me out to an extreme degree. eventually today i just had to unfriend them as we refused to block eachother and i wanted to speak to them when i was lessneurotic. which lead my to the first paragraph of this post.

after watching an analysis on something i liked, i felt something and self reflected.

I had become the problem i had in the first place and it had left me nothing but madness in return.

however, it also made me realize something else, why i didn't like the fandom in the first place.

the ranfren fandom doesn't feel like how it should be. ranfren is a free indie project on a website that's almost structure like an arg if you dig though some of the pages, it's surreal self expression from a near illusive person ho keeps themselves private.

yet the fandom reflects none of it, all the fan content feels nearly one dimensional and barely talks about the source material itself aside from it's characters. but nothing else.

all the fandom cares about is social pleasure as well as parasoocial, fanart, shipping, ocs, it all feels so self indulgent in the end without mutuality or respect for ech other, the creator of ranfren, or the project itself. it's shallow water that dries out FAST and it's not sustainable.

the fandom is filled to the brim with hormonal immature teenagers who care nothing for substance, only using ranfren and it's community as a vessel for interaction, not something to enjoy by itself or talk about in a non hypersocial way.

treating the creator like some internet celebrity that they want a piece of instead of a faceless stranger online.

I wish th fandom was a little more quiet, a little more calmer, a little more considerate, and a little more older and that is frankly all i ask by making this post. take of it what you will.

[silvervioletvalentine]

❣️!crazy in love!❣️

Pairing: Charles leclerc X fem!OC (Cherrie)

Word count: 8.5k

Warnings: sappy goodness . Lovesick Charles and bad bitch Cherrie . He’s a lover , she’s a fighter trope. Fights (not between them)! A crash. Just pure fluff really xoxo

As Charles sat on the red cushioned chair in front of the cameras that were quickly filling the room, he couldn't help but pout a little to himself as he looked over to the seat beside him that was still empty , having hoped that somebody else would have been paired with him today.

Although he knew that it was impossible seeing as Cherrie had already texted him that morning to let him know that she would be doing another challenge for their YouTube channel with Carlos instead , he still wasn't very happy about it.

Was it slightly pathetic just how attached to her he had become? Maybe a little .

Did he really care? Absolutely not.

He would take the constant  teasing and knowing looks from the rest of the drivers and his team if it meant that he got to spend every free second of his time with her instead .

He was a man in love , there was nothing wrong with him being absolutely obsessed with his girlfriend.

In fact , he felt sorry for those who had no idea what it was like to be so happy and secure in a relationship with a woman who was also his best friend .

He was utterly besotted by her , and that feeling was never going to change .

He didn't even noticed the slight frown that pulled down his face once Pierre walked into the room , taking the empty seat beside him.

His friend letting out a amused laugh at the look on his face , grinning at him slyly.

"No need to look so disappointed at my arrival Charles. You could at least pretend to be happy that I'm here!" He teased him, leaning back in his chair and giving him a knowing look.

It was no secret to anyone that If Cherrie wasn't at least a few feet away from him or in his eye sight , that his mood would drastically change .

Charles , realising what he was doing, quickly softened his frown and gave his friend a apologetic smile . Laughing a little sheepishly as he gave him a friendly squeeze on his shoulder , feeling bad.

"Sorry mate . I am happy you're here . It's just-" how could he explain that he was just so infatuated with Cherrie that he couldn't be happy without her around without sounding like a total , lovesick moron.

Luckily for him he didn't have to because Pierre understood . Everyone did. He really wasn't as subtle as he thought he was .

His cheeks flushed a little in embarrassment , he wasn't being slick at all.

"-that I'm not Cherrie?" Pierre finished the unsaid sentence for him. Snickering at him.

"I get it . This isn't new to me to see. You've been like this around for almost your whole life man." He mentioned in slight amazement at the way his friends feelings hadn't even faded at all over the years .

If anything they had only intensified .

Before Charles could find any defensive resort to answer him with , their interview finally sat down and gave them both a polite smile and a nod of his head making them both quickly shut up.

"You guys ready? Is there any questions that you don't want to answer?" He questioned them professionally .

Both Pierre and Charles shared a look before simply shrugging their shoulders , not at all bothered. They had not done nothing recently that could be used against them anyways .

That was more his girlfriends thing. Drama followed her wherever she went . He was just glad that she didn't drag him into her craziness too.

He loved her , god he did . But there was no denying that Cherrie could be a really pain in the ass sometimes.

Half an hour later and Charles had finally relaxed into the flow of the questions , answering them easily and calmly . Him and Pierre making jokes whenever they could.

And then the man brought up the one subject that Charles knew that everybody wanted him to talk about . It was expected .

Which was why he didn't even  feel surprised when cherries name was brought up in the interview .

"Am I allowed to ask you some questions about your relationship with your teammate Charles? The fans have been going crazy for all the content about you two online." The man said politely , looking over at him expectantly .

But luckily for him there was nothing Charles loved to do more than talk about his girlfriend to anybody who would listen .

Pierre knew that too seeing as he was the one that was often on the other end of his gushing and rants about how perfect she was for him.

His friend couldn't help but groan jokingly "oh god. Here we go. You'll never shut him up now." He sighed dramatically .

Charles jabbed him in his arm although he couldn't help but chuckle too. He wasn't wrong.

"That's fine . I know the fans have a lot of questions.. I don't mind answering ." He then confirmed to the older man, smiling slightly as he got comfortable in his chair.

If they were going to talk about Cherrie with him, then there was a possibility that they would be there a long time.

The man smiled "okay. So .. everyone was more than surprised when you two announced your relationship to the world . People found it hard to believe it. A lot of people thing that you're complete opposites to each other. Do you agree with that?" He asked him curiously .

Charles just hummed as he thought about his answer. He was right  . Cherrie and him were complete opposites on the personality side of things but that was what had drew him to her in the first place.

She was loud , obnoxious and not afraid to get her hands dirty . Or her knuckles bloody either. She liked to do crazy things without even thinking it through .

She was a little bit insane , but he loved her anyways .

He always had . He could remember the first time he met her when he was just twelve years old at the karting track.

He had stood back and watched a then tiny girl stomp over to him after the race , throwing her gloves at his face as she demanded to know what he was thinking by nearly crashing into her .

Charles had been frozen in his spot as he stared at the furious girl in front of him with wide eyes , his heart skipping A beat in his chest as she started to curse him out . Some really impressive curses and insults for an eleven year old .

He had tried to apologise and explain to her that he had just lost his grip on his wheel, but all that had come out of his was a pathetic little squeak. Stumbling over his words as she started to hit him with her glove over and over again.

Her father had to eventually come over and pull the raging girl away . Later on , he had Forced her to apologise to him for attacking him with her gloves and calling him every bad name under the sun.

She hadn't looked happy at being told to do so, but she had no choice .

And since that day the two of them had quickly became attached at the hip.

She had taught him how to hold his wheel properly so his grip never slipped . And Charles had taught her breathing exercises to do whenever she got a little too mad again.

It was love at first sight at just twelve years old . At least for him it was , it had took a lot more persuading on his part to get her to come around and see him as anything other than an annoying boy who followed her around like a lost puppy.

But the years worth of grovelling and pestering her for a date had been worth it . Because he got to her in the end .

He was convinced that it was destiny. Cherrie was just convinced that he would have annoyed her forever if she hadn't said yes.

"I mean. We are a little different , yes." He agreed easily as he took a sip of his water .

"But we balance each other out I think. She forces me to have more fun and not be so serious all the time and I-" he smirked a little to himself , chuckling. "I try and make sure that she only has her photo taken for press shoots and not for her mugshots." He joked although he wasn't completely lying either .

His girlfriend was pure trouble sometimes .

The amount of times that he had managed to save her last minute from being arrested was a little concerning . She really just couldn't keep her big mouth shut when she should do so .

Even Pierre laughed , nodding his head in agreement .

Looking over at Charles with a amused grin on his face. "Like that time that she took down a man twice her size in your honour. No hesitation at all!" He remembered .

Charles groaned a little at the reminder of how much panic had filled him when he had seen Cherrie throw herself at some big dude at the club they were partying in with her little fists swinging.

Their interviewer laughed . Looking between them

Curiously .

"Would you say that the two of you are very protective of each other then?" He asked.

Charles just tilted his head a little hesitantly , thinking back to all the times that one of them had gotten into a fight with someone because they hasn't liked what they were hearing .

Although he could admit that the kind of fights he got into for Cherrie weren't so much the punching type than the silent motioning for security to drag the idiots away type. THe most aggressive thing he had ever done was shout at them angrily as he stood back with his arms crossed tightly , calling them names as they were dragged away from the scene.

Cherries fights however , were the complete opposite. She didn't think logically or calmly , she simply just jumped in with her fists swinging and her voice screaming at whoever had upset them.

He was the lover . Cherrie was the fighter . He really wasn't going to complain. She was stronger than him physically anyways . He wouldn't stand a chance in a real fight like that.

Cherrie would just floor them while he looked on , impressed and slightly turned on by how quickly she flipped the switch from calm to bat shit crazy in seconds .

"A little bit .. I mean. It's only normal to be protective of your partner . It's a nice feeling to know that the love of your life has your back like that.." he mused as he thought back to that night .

They had been celebrating one of her podium wins when Cherrie had overheard some idiot talking shit about him from the booth behind them.

Spinning on her seat to glare over at the large man with a redbull shirt on, clearly not a Ferrari fan as he ranted on and on about how shit of a driver he was and how he didn't think he deserved his rightful place in the team.

Cherrie had saw red . Funnily enough. She had slammed her now empty glass down on the table in front of her and made a move to get up. Lando , charles and Pierre all snapping their heads over to her in alarm.

Spotting the furious look on her pretty face as she glares daggers into the man head behind them , Charles felt panic flitter through him as he made a desperate attempt to pull her back down to her seat.

Groaning loudly as he realised what she was about to do. "He's not worth it cher! Just ignore him. I really don't care what he has to say about me!" He tried to convince her . Looking over to their friends for a little help.

He got no such thing. Instead pierre and lando were grinning and telling her to kick his ass and put him in his place .

"Guys!" He had hissed at his friends in disbelief as his girlfriend yanked her hand away from him. Her cheeks flushed red in anger . "Don't encourage her!"

Cherrie just scowled and shook her head, refusing to sit back down.

"Well I do. He's talking shit . Someone should help him put that shit back up his ass where it belongs!" She deliberately raised her voice so the man looked over at her.

Pushing her way to the front of the idiots booth, she glared down at him hatefully.

"You should learn to shut your fucking mouth up . Didn't your mama ever teach you not to lie?!" She snarled down at him.

The mans eyes widening once he realised who she was. Then he just rolled his eyes and pushed himself to his feet as well, puffing out his chest to Try and intimidate her.

Making Charles curse as they all quickly got out of their booth and rushed over to her , shaking his head in defeat .

Because what this idiot didn't know was that his girlfriend wasn't afraid of anyone. Not even a man that was twice her size .

"Where's the lie?!" The man shouted down at her , looking over at Charles with a sneer. "How many races has been won? He's crashed more times into a wall than he has won! He's Pathetic!" He insulted him.

Charles just looked back at him blankly , shaking his head . Christ. He thought grimly as he watched Cherrie straightened up and tighten her fists.

Wrong move.

"How many times have you been floored?!" She suddenly questioned him. Ignoring Charles tugging at her arm . Lando and Pierre giggling at her other side , enjoying the show.

The man frowned in confusion "what? None? What has that got to do with anything you stupid woman?!" He shot back at her , taking a step towards her threateningly .

Charles tensed . Cherrie just smiled wickedly .

Shrugging her shoulders casually as she took a small step back before saying "well, there's a first time for everything asshole!" Then she cocked her fist back and punched the fucker right in his jaw.

The man went down like a sack of potatoes , everyone gasping in shock as they watched on.

Pierre was in tears of laughter as he clutched at His stomach . Lando was just filming while giggling to himself .

"That's what you get you ignorant bastard! You have no idea how good of a driver he is because your clearly too stupid to see talent!" She spat down at him , picking up his drink and throwing it at him as well.

Charles gasped and quickly wrapped his hands around her arms to try and pull her away as the large man began to stagger back to his feet.

"Oh my god!" Charles sounded a little hysterical in panic as he looked at the mans furious face in front of them. A large bruise already spreading across his face and neck, his face covered in liquor .

"Cherrie! Come on ! You've done more than enough damage!" He exclaimed as he watched the mans friends try to pull him back as well.

But apparently his girlfriend wasn't done because she had decided to do some emotional damage next , leaving him to wince as she pointed her finger rudely into the mans face .

"Your mother should have fucking spat you out! Instead she's saddled with her biggest mistake for the rest of her life! She has my pity!" She continued to verbally assault him as well.

Charles just sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist , hauling her away instead . With his girlfriend still struggling to be put down, kicking out her feet to try and catch the asshole with her heels.

Still screaming her head off as she pointed her finger at him in disgust .

"I could eat alphabet soup and shit out a smarter person than you. And they wouldn't even be real!" She screeched as Charles spun her around , still holding her in the air as he carried her ass away from the man.

Pierre and lando were trailing after them in hysterics , watching as Cherrie tried to look over Charles shoulder to keep the idiot in her line of sight . Still fuming.

"Assholes like you are the reason that we have a middle finger to use! Hope you're ready to eat shit when you see me and my boyfriend on the podium next week! Bitch!" She screamed over Charles shoulder at him.

Charles let out a small snort at that. Tightening his grip around her waist as he pushed them through the wide eyed crowds that had been watching his insane girlfriend lose her shit.

"Okay! Calm down bébé ! I think you got your point across!" He exclaimed to her once he finally managed to find the exist door. Wasting not time in getting them out of there .

Cherrie had just continued to huff and puff as he carried her all the way to his car. Placing her in the passenger seat and buckling her in, ignoring the way she was muttering about he should have let her at him some more .

Instead Charles , so overcome with love and awe for the woman in front of him, who was willing to beat anyone's ass for talking bad at him. He gently kissed the pout off her lips , nudging his nose against her own gently to calm her down.

She may have been a nut job but she was his nut job.

"A little protective?!" Pierre laughed beside him, shooting him a look. "Just a little? And what about you huh? You never let anyone even mess with her either!" He reminded him.

Charles flushed , blinking over at his friend innocently . "I'm not that bad." He tried to deny , sinking back into his seat with embarrassment when his friend let out a loud loud of disbelief .

"Not that bad? " he echoed in amusement as he thought back to all those times that Charles had casually scolded his friends over their behaviour to Cherrie .

There was that time when Charles , Pierre , lando and Daniel had been sat together at a restaurant having lunch.

They had already been sat there for twenty minutes , groaning loudly about how hungry they were but Charles refused to even budge .

"We're not ordering until she gets here. She texted me to say that she is on her way." He told them firmly as he typed another reply out on his phone to ask her if she was any closer yet.

He couldn't deny that he was hungry and dying to eat. But it just wouldn't feel right to him to start eating without her, they always had their meals together , he wasn't about to change that now.

Daniel looked at him with wide eyes , wondering if Charles was truly oblivious to his girlfriends constant lateness .

"She always says that! has she ever arrived on time? Or even less than an hour later? It's like she can't read the time!" He exclaimed , a little pissy from not being fed .

Pierre nodded in agreement , smiling . "He's right. We were waiting for two hours to get into that club , outside in the freezing cold because your girlfriend was 'on her way!' . She's never on her way!" He recalled .

Lando was wise enough not to say a word. Instead he just sat back in his seat and watched it unfold in front of him in amusement .

Charles frowned at his friends , annoyed. To him it simply didn't matter , as long as she eventually arrived safe and sound , then he didn't care how long he had to wait.

"She's a busy woman! She can't always be on time!" He shot back at him. Ignoring Daniels cough of "never on time!' And instead continued to tell them.

"-plus she likes to take her time getting ready. You can't rush perfection." He said it with all seriousness , smiling down at his phone as Cherrie told him that she was literally just another two minutes away.

Pierre just sighed at his blind in love friend , knowing that there was no point in telling him otherwise .

He loved her too much to hear anything negative about her. In his mind she was perfect. No matter what she did or said. Or how long she kept them waiting .

Then Charles suddenly glanced over to where Daniel was sitting at the end of the table , where it was a seat big enough for two with a perfect window view.

Daniel rose his brow at him once he caught Charles frowning at him "what?" He asked.

Charles just pushed up from his seat , pocketing his phone.

"I need you to swap seats . Cherrie likes to sit at the end of the table and I want to sit next to her." He informed him casually . Already making his way over to the other end of the table .

Daniel gaped at him "but this is my seat! Why should I move?!" He looked over at lando and Pierre for help, getting grins instead.

It wasn't the first time that Charles had demanded them to move seats before , he wanted Cherrie to have the best seat in the house always. No matter who he had to steal it from.

She came first . Always.

Charles just looked at him blankly "because that's Cherrie's seat. She likes to look out the window during dinner. Makes her feel less claustrophobic." He simply told him. Already tugging at his arm to literally pull him out of the seat himself, getting impatient .

As Daniel was hauled out of his seat, he could only Gape at his friend in disbelief .

"Claustrophobic?! The restaurant is massive! What's next? Do you want to take my kidney to give to her too?!" He exclaimed dramatically . Huffing his way over to his new seat.

Charles just rolled his eyes "if she was going to have anybody's kidney, it would be mine. Oh look-!" He suddenly brightened up as he caught sight of Cherrie coming through the doo. "-she's here! Call the waiter over now!" Before he rushed over to greet his girlfriend with a kiss.

Wrapping his arm around her waist as he lead her over to the table , chatting her ear off about what his morning had been like so far.

Ignoring the looks that he was getting from his friends as he gently pushed her into Daniels old seat, sliding in next to her till their thighs were touching and his arm was pressed against her side .

The smile never leaving his face the whole night . Even when he made Pierre switch plates with Cherrie because she didn't like her food.

Not even when he made lando give Cherrie his jacket when they were leaving , refusing to let her leave without one once he saw her shivering. He had left his own jacket at home , hence why he was mugging lando of his instead .

At the reminder of that day, Charles just rolled his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with making sure that my girlfriend is comfortable and happy .." he took a sip of his water . Fighting the urge to check his phone to see if she had replied to his texts yet.

Pierre just snorted "even if it's at the expense of others happiness. Like my ham burger that I was really looking forward to eating.." he sent him a pointed , unimpressed look.

Charles clicked his tongue , unashamed . Shaking his head at his friend as though he was the silly one.

"The tuna she had was making her feel sick! She doesn't like fish!" He exclaimed like it was common knowledge that everyone was supposed to know.

Pierre looked at him like he was insane "then why did she order it?! And why did you have to mug me of my food?!" He exclaimed . Grinning despite himself. More amused than upset.

Charles scowled at him , ready to defend Cherrie to his last dying breath. Over everything and anything, no matter how stupid .

"She hasn't been to that restaurant before! She didn't know what it was that she ordered! It wasn't her fault!" He then huffed "and her favourite is pasta. Trust me, it was better for me to give her your food than not to. She goes crazy when she's hungry." He stated seriously . Grimacing a little at the thought.

The last time his girlfriend had went all day without eating anything , she had gotten into a fight with their team over the colour of her car .

They had looked at her in disbelief when she tapped the side of her car with a huff , her stomach rumbling .

"It's just so-" she huffed again "red!"

Their manager had gaped at her "it's a Ferrari car! Of course it's red!" He had exclaimed .

Cherrie had just whined "I know that but - how about a darker red? Like if I got a paper cut and bled all over the metal kind of red?" Before she could go into another tangent about all the different shades of red she preferred . Charles had spotted her hassling their team and quickly hurried over with a sandwich in his hand.

Having been running around looking for her since he had found out that she was annoying everyone she could . Then he had remembered that she had skipped out of their apartment without anything to eat and quickly realised what was happening.

She was just hungry. That was why she was terrorising  everyone .

Once he had fed her , she was back to normal .

Chewing on the last bite happily as she tilted her head at her again, sighing pleasantly as she tucked herself into his side.

Looking between their team and her boyfriend , she smiled .

"I actually quite like this shade of red. There's nothing wrong with it at all. It's lovely." She casually said as though she hadn't just been almost crying over the colour .

They all exchanged similar looks between exasperation and amusement . Charles just laughing because he was used to it.

So , his girlfriend was a little unhinged? It made his life a little more exciting.

Pierre was adamant about how over protective of his she was. Pursing his lips stubbornly "she would kill someone if they even just upset you mate. Do I need to remind you of that disaster race?" He brought up knowingly .

The interviewer let out a small laugh "oh I think I know which one you're on about." Everyone did.

Charles paused at that, opening and closing his mouth several times for a moment before sighing long and hard in defeat .

"Okay... maybe she's a little protective. But I like it." He simply muttered. "Makes me love her more. If that's even possible . She makes me feel safe. I don't have to worry when she's around because I know she's always for my back. Even when she's not technically supposed to." He laughed.

Thinking back to his disaster crash last year when his wheels had made contact with Max's and sent him flying into the wall.

Cherrie had been driving right behind them when it happened and she could only watch with wide eyes as a familiar red car went flying in front of her , the redbull car being forced off the track with it.

She could only hear the pounding of her heart in her ears as she quickly pushed her radio on , the red light flashing as the safety car was deployed . But Cherrie was frozen in her car , only a metre away from the two crashed cars.

"That was Charles wasn't it?! Is he okay?! Why isn't he getting out?!" She almost screamed in panic as she kept her eyes glued onto his car , praying for him to get out so that she could see with her own two eyes that he was okay.

"It was Charles Cherrie but I need you to pull back and follow the safety car now." The voice came over her radio calmly .

Yet she felt anything but . Slamming her hands against her wheel for a moment as she looked over to the safety car that she was supposed to follow and between her boyfriends crashed one anxiously .

"Why isn't anybody here yet? He needs to get out! Has he turned his engine off?!" She demanded to know, starting her car again as she slowly crept towards the crash scene instead.

Hearing her team panic over her radio once they saw what she was doing.

"Cherrie! Stay in your car and move away now! The medics are on the way!" Was frantically said.

She just huffed to herself. Ignoring them as she pulled her car forward and stopped right beside the crashed cars.

"They're taking too long! I'm gonna get him out! Sorry! Any consequences will be on me guys but I don't care right now!" She announced firmly before turning off her radio and quickly pulling herself up and out of her car.

Wasting no time as she ran over to the messed up Ferrari car , kneeling down beside it as she quickly pulled out the wheel in a panic .

"bébé ! Are you okay? Tell me you're okay!" She shouted down to her boyfriend . Letting out a loud sigh of relief when he let out a groan , wiggling in his seat as he looked up at her.

Reaching forward , she made sure that his engine had been turned off before sliding his visor up so that she could see his eyes. Her heart breaking at the sight of the tears covering them.

She knew how much this race had meant to him, how much he had wanted to win. And he had been so close to the goal before max had knocked him off the track.

"I've lost again!" Charles murmured to her , upset as he reached up to grab her hands so she could help pull him out . Wincing as he did so.

She pulled off her own helmet and tossed it aside as he did the same thing with his own. Then she reached up and wrapped her arms around him in a relieved embrace . Her heart still racing from seeing the love of her life crash like that.

"That doesn't matter C. What matters is that you're okay! What the fuck happened?! You were doing so good!" She exclaimed as she glanced over her shoulder to Max's car just as he started to pull himself out. Pushing the hands of the crew away from him.

Charles shook his head in frustration as he placed his hands on his hips , pursing his lips to keep back the tears that wanted to escape .

She knew that he would take the loss to heart, he always did.

"I tried to pass him on the bend and instead of leaving room he just fucking boxed me in! I tried to turn the wheel but his back wheel had already made contact! It's not fair! I was doing so well too!" He groaned as he placed his hands over his eyes, applying pressure .

Cherrie saw red.

Gently patting her boyfriend on his back before uttering a "one minute bébé ." Before she jogged over to where max was walking away.

He hadn't even checked to see if Charles was okay! She fumed as she came to stop in front of him, then she shoved him hard , startling him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Did you suddenly forget how to drive max?! Why didn't you leave him enough space! You knew what would happen if you closed the gap and yet you did it anyway!" She blew up on him, jabbing her finger into his chest harshly .

Leaving Charles to watch her with wide eyes, not daring to get in between them. He knew better than to jump in front of his girlfriend when she was livid like this.

And anyways . He did want to see her go ape shit on max . He deserved it for running him off the track.

Max just scoffed and batted her hands off of him, raising his visor so she could see him glaring at her.

"Your stupid boyfriend is the one who thought it would be a good idea to try and pass me in a corner like that!" He snapped back at her.

Cherrie let out a strangled noise of anger and disbelief "that's the whole point of racing you dickhead! To overtake the other! Or did the crash make you lose what little brain cells you had left?!" She shoved him again , the image of Charles flying full force at the wall not leaving her mind.

Max was just as angry then, shaking his head at her hatefully . It was safe to say that the two had never gotten along very well before hand either , now that he had crashed into her boyfriend...

Well, she was done playing nice.

"Oh fuck off! You don't know what you're talking about . You're absolutely crazy!" He Snapped back at her.

Cherrie let out a humourless laugh "I don't? You're saying that I'm the stupid one?!"

Max shrugged "you said it not me!"

She seethed "thank your lucky stars that I don't see you off the track max . 'Cause I'd fucking wring your neck for this!" She threatened him, meaning it too.

Watching as his girlfriend took a step closer to max , not doubt to threaten him some more , Charles finally moved and jogged over to her quickly . Aware that there was a lot of cameras being trained on them and that she could get into a lot of trouble for this.

"Cherrie come on.." he muttered to her . Not even looking at Max as he tried to pull her away.

Max laughed "yeah Cherrie . You heard your little boyfriend . Leave me alone!" He threw at her bitterly.

Cherrie looked at Charles blankly "what do you think will happen if I punch him?" The question was spoken so casually that max took a large step away from her , aware of her temper and how she wasn't afraid to fight anybody either . Consequences be damned.

Charles cleared his throat , trying to push down his own little smirk at her behaviour .

Instead he put on a serious face and shook his head at her .

"Not a good idea. You're already gonna be in the shit's for jumping out of your car . Don't risk it." He pleaded to her lightly.

Not wanting to see her get into more trouble than she no doubt already was in.

Seeing the way she hesitated, still side eyeing max dangerously . He decided to just remove her from the scene before she actually did what she wanted to do.

Beat the ass of anyone that dared to hurt him.

He even let her drag him over to the medics to make her happy too .

Their interviewer looked amused "wow. It seems like you two really love other . I guess it's safe to say that the relationship between you two it's pretty serious." He commented to him.

Charles couldn't help but smirk a little , his eyes misheviously meeting Pierre's as they both shared a knowing look between them.

Shifting in his seat with a small , amused laugh as his phone buzzed in his lap. Glancing down at it just in time to see cherries beaming face pop up on his screen.

It was one of his favourite pictures of them as his screensaver too. The photo was from her sisters wedding they had attended . It was a small, family only event . Cherrie had hosted the whole thing in their back garden and it had been turned into a wonderland for the night .

Cherrie had giggled and teased him all night for breaking out into endless tears when they said their vows , his lips trembling as he clutched onto his girlfriends hands for dear life , as though she was going to run away if he let go.

He had just been so in love that as he watched her sister and one of their friends get married and promises till death do they part , it had hit him that night, that was what he wanted too.

He wanted to be stood at the end of the isle waiting for Cherrie one day . He wanted to watch her walk down the isle with her arm being held onto by her fathers as he gave her away.

He had no doubt in his mind that she was his person. He had known since he was twelve years old that she was the one.

All she needed was a bit of convincing and a little time for her to come to the same conclusion as he had so long ago.

By the end of the night the both of them had drank enough wine to be unashamed of their public display of affection. They had spent the whole night attached to each other , so much so that her father had joked that their skin was going to fuse soon if they weren't careful.

They had been stood by the archway in the garden where her sister had gotten married. Cherrie had been muttering a stupid joke in his ear as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and leant his cheek against her shoulder.

Grinning up at her like the man in love that he was , his eyes glued to her giggling lips as she hooked her arm behind his neck to bring him closer . Neither of them had seen the photographer near them with her camera aimed at them, too lost in each other to notice anything else .

"What do you call two spiders that just got married?" She giggled as she barely got her own question out , her cheeks flushed from the amount of wine they had consumed.

Charles had been fairing no Better, his eyes glazed and beyond happy as he gazed at her with love in his eyes. Giggling because she was .

She had titled her head at him, meeting his eyes mischievously as she ran her fingers through his hair without even realising that she was doing it.

"Newly webs!" She barely got the joke out from her own snorting laughter . The both of them too drunk on wine and each other as they started hysterically giggling, leaning on each other for support.

Then the photo had been taken at that exact moment . With Charles looking at her like she had hung every star in the sky above them and Cherrie beaming up at him proudly , pleased that she had made him laugh.

"Yeah .." he chuckled as he tapped his ring finger against his phone screen absentmindedly.

"I'd say it's pretty serious ." He smirked as he tilted his hand so that the camera could focus on the new gold band that was sat proudly on his ring finger.

The interviewers eyes widened in shock as Pierre giggled beside him at Charles's lack of subtly.

"Are you- is that what I think it is?" The man looked over at him in surprise .

Charles looked down at his ring , running his fingertip gently over the words carved in the gold.

Je t'aime. It read.

He smiled softly , his face softening as he squeezed his finger with the ring on.

Sighing contently "it is. It's an engagement ring." He simply replied.

The man smiled "ah that's lovely! When did you propose?" He wanted to know . No doubt the whole world did.

At that Charles let out a loud laugh, smirking cheekily as he shook his head. Utterly gleeful.

"I didn't ." He looked at the mans confused face and laughed even harder .

"Cherrie did. She couldn't even let me do it! I had a plan and everything!" He exclaimed in amusement .

It was just like her to do something like that. He should have expected it really . She always was the one to do everything first .

It hadn't been a particularly special day, Cherrie and him had decided to race around the track with their friends after getting permission to do so from their teams .

It was a completely different atmosphere without all the fans filling the area and they had been having fun just joking around and having fun. Racing against each other as someone kept the tally, and whoever won got a large plastic crown that Cherrie had found in one of the shops .

He hadn't even known anything was going on when Cherrie dragged him out of his seat and demanded that he race her and her alone.

He didn't think anything of it because his girlfriend was a competitive woman who liked to kick ass in any game . Loved to rub it in his face that she always won.

So he had just laughed and rolled his eyes at her playfully as he let her shove his helmet back over his head . Their friends exchanging knowing looks between them as they all got out their cameras to film their race .

Cherrie was beaming as she put on her own helmet , lifting up the visor for a moment so she could look him in his eyes .

"If I win I get to ask you a question." She suddenly said as she playfully kicked at his hip , getting a slap on-top of her helmet in return.

He had just laughed and squinted his eyes at her in slight confusion . Wondering what type of game she was playing with him.

She had been known to spin truth or dare on people at the most random of times . Forcing them to admit something embarrassing or do something equally as mortifying as a forfeit .

So , he still had no clue at all.

Instead he had just grinned and squeezed her hip affectionately before moving past her to her in his own car.

"You can ask me whatever you want but I'm not telling you what I got you for your birthday Cherrie.." he called over to her laughing . She had been bugging him none stop about it.

Trying to guess what he could have gotten her that she didn't already have .

Grinning to himself as he buckled himself in. Feeling excited at the very thought of her birthday because what the love of his life doesn't know was that he had gotten her the lost important gift she would ever receive from him.

He had gotten her a ring . A beautiful gold ring with real diamonds lining it and a stunning emerald stone right in the middle .

He had a plan.

He was going to make her blow out her candles on her cake at the party and then when she turned around to kiss him like she usually did , he was going to be down on one knee asking her to marry him.

He couldn't wait .

There was still no suspicion in his mind as they flew around the track, her radio open to his as she kept teasing him . Her car a good few seconds ahead of him.

Because of course she was winning. She always did.

"Have I told you how gorgeous you looked today bébé?" She said to him over the radio . Knowing how much her complement would fluster him.

Charles could feel his face heat up from under his helmet . Keeping his eyes firmly on her car in front of him as they turned a sharp corner , still struggling to catch up to her .

"About a hundred times already yes ." He chuckled shyly, recalling the way they had almost not made it out of their door that morning .

The radio went silent for a few minutes as they concentrated on racing each other . Charles finally managing to catch up on the last lap.

His radio crackled back to life "just a few more seconds to go C. Are you ready to answer a question that's been on my mind for a while now?" She questioned him casually as the finish line came into sight .

Charles sighed in defeat , knowing that she was about to win again. Yet he couldn't find it in himself to be upset .

Instead he was smiling to himself as he answered her.

"Alright . Lay it on me mon amour." He said just as they passed the finish line . Chuckling to himself as he began to slow down his car to be next to her own, tilting his head to try and see her .

He could just see her helmet tilting in his direction as she waved her hand out cheekily at him.

Then her voice came through again, calm and casual like nothing was out of the ordinary as she finally spoke up.

"You still love me? Even though i beat you again?" She asked him softly , seeming to seriously want to know the answer . Even though it was obvious.

Charles just grinned to himself , heart feeling full.

"Of course I do. I've loved you since I was twelve years old Cherrie . You humiliating at every game we play isn't going to change that." He teased her.

Cherrie just let out a quiet laugh , something shifting in her voice that made his grin fade . Concern filling him the longer she stayed silent .

Frowning a little as he kept his eyes on her helmet covered head as he wondered what she was thinking. surprised that she wasn't rambling on and rubbing her win in his face like she usually did .

Before he could speak up and ask her if she was okay , the radio finally came back to life and her soft , hesitant voice came through the line.

"Okay .. that's good otherwise this might have been a little awkward .." she giggled a little nervously making him tense .

Because Cherrie never got nervous. What was going on?

It was only then that he noticed their friends hanging over the railing with their phones held up in their direction as they all grinned their way.

"Cherrie-" he started to question her , confused.

But she quickly cut him off , her smile evident in her voice .

"Will you marry me Charles? Cause I want to marry you. I think you'd look amazing at the end of the isle waiting for me." She asked him seriously , voice confident yet still so nervous as she waited for him to answer .

Charles could only blink over at where she was still sat in her car with wide eyes , his heart racing in his chest as he inhaled sharply . Tears quickly filling his eyes as he let her question sink in.

She was asking him to marry him.

Four days before he was supposed to ask her to marry him as well.

He couldn't believe it!

Letting out a wet laugh as the tears began to rain like a waterfall from his eyes , his voice both thick with emotion and amusement .

Because of course she got there first .

"I can't believe you beat me to it." His voice cracked as he spoke . Utterly speechless .

Was he dreaming or did the love of his life just propose to him over the radio after beating him in a race?

Cherries voice came through , amused and more then confused as she voiced a "what do you mean? What else have I beat you in?" Laughing a little.

Charles cried "oh my god. I had a plan and everything! Not as good as yours though! Fucking hell Cherrie! Get out your car mon amour!" Was all he managed to choke out before he removed his steering wheel and jumped out.

Seeing Cherrie do the same as he ran over to her, throwing his helmet off to the side while she gently placed hers inside of the car . Charles didn't care if he broke his, too busy wrapping his arms around her tightly as he lifted her feet up off the ground , twirling them around in circles .

Laughing tearfully as she shrieked with giggles, clinging onto his neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly.

"Sooo is that a yes bébé?" She needed to know as she pulled her face back so she could meet his eyes.

Laughing gently at how emotional he was as she wiped away the tears that kept kept falling from his eyes , leaning up to kiss them all away.

Charles let out a tearful scoff , smacking his lips against hers over and over again. Kisses Messy and dramatic , just like she was.

Sniffling loudly as the same butterflies that had swarmed his stomach when he was a teenager getting beaten with gloves while Cherrie cursed him out at the kart racing when they were just twelve and eleven years old.

The same butterfly's that had never fucking left .

He might as well start naming them because they were going the be with him for as long as Cherrie was.

Forever now.

"Yes! Of course I'm gonna marry you mon amour! I've been planning to since the moment we met!" He laughed as he pulled away from her lips to beam at her .

Only to look down at his hand as he felt her slide a ring onto his finger . Starting to cry again as he read the words engraved on it .

"Forever." He sniffled before blowing a raspberry into the air as he tried to pull himself together . Slowly putting her back down on her feet as he wiped his tears away with his hands quickly .

Then he remembered her ring sitting at home in his sock drawer and laughed . Squeezing her cheeks into the palms of his hands as he squished her lips together playfully , making her giggle as she gazed up at him happily .

"Guess you're gonna open your birthday present early after all." He huffed jokingly as he kissed her again, just because he could.

Hearing their friends yell and scream their names happily , peering over his shoulder at them with a laugh as he saw a few of them crying. No doubt having been in on her little plan.

Cherrie just smiled at him, not seeming surprised that he had planned to ask her to marry him too.

He supposed he had never been the subtlest of people. He had openly and loudly told anyone that would listen to him over the years that he was going to marry her one day.

He just hasn't expected her to beat him to it. By four fucking days too!

It was just like her to pull something like this.

"I love you. I want to be your pain in the ass for the rest of our lives." She told him sweetly as she interlaced their fingers together and began to lead him over to their celebrating friends who were already cracking open the champagne.

Charles snorted a laugh, looking down at her with love in his eyes. The love spilling out of him as his heart was already too full.

He was going to marry his best friend. After dreaming about putting a ring on her finger since the day he first met her .

It couldn't get any better than that.

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You all need sleep and I may not be the best sleeper but here's some tips. these especially go out to @xxx-angie @nunalastor and @the-aprilfools-bitch . I will be in your closets making sure you all get good sleep >:(

rest your eyes from tv and phone. Just blue light in general. instead you could listen to music or podcasts. those are much better.

try sleeping between 2-4 PM at the latest (which means either that or EARLIER). your body produces the most melatonin (the thing you need to sleep) at those times. It will be much harder to fall asleep later than that

Take a warm bath or shower. If I didn't have a bad relationship with liquids, I would be doing this all day. the warmness helps drop your body temperature and generally lower temperatures signal to the body that it's nighttime and consequently bedtime.

no coffee if you drink some, unless you got ADHD (angie). I've heard caffeine works backwards for people with ADHD

If you grew up in a home with the TV on constantly or just generally had some noise around you in your childhood whenever you went to bed, TURN ON SOME NOISE. It is what happens with me and I can't sleep without some noise.

It would be nice if your bed was only used for sleeping, but I know that's not happening lmao

midgnight snacks disturb your sleep. try to avoid those, since your body starts metabolism during nights. it doesn't need more food to process. but if you must grab a snack, it's best to choose something that's easily digestible and maybe even increases the production of melatonin. some of these are milk (obviously), bananas, nuts, eggs, tea, vegetables and such.

Don't rely too much on meds, otherwise your body will get used to it and will depend on it for you to go to sleep. Instead you could try pavlov effecting yourself with something similar that can always be available. For example, before going to sleep, perform a certain action (I used this method in school and my version was patting myself on the head or touching my cheek with the hand opposite to it). once you've done this enough times before sleep, your brain will associate that action with sleep and you'll get a little sleepy if you do it again. This takes a long time though, A month maybe I have stopped doing this, but if nothing else works this can be an option. Though this isn't perfect lulu side rant: tried to condition myself with a ring once. was really bad with doing homework on time, so everytime I was doing homework I would switch a ring I wore to my forefinger. And this was only used for that situation. I never moved my ring to my forefinger for any reason at all. Thought this would work, but the only conditional response I got was that everytime I moved that ring to my forefinger I started thinking about homework and not really doing it.

If that doesn't work, try changing your enviorment. It doesn't have to be drastic. for example: sleep backwards. lay your head where your feet usually are and your head where your feet usually are. or maybe try sleeping on the floor. I am paranoid about sleeping in other peoples houses but this is the reason I tend to fall asleep anyway

If your lack of sleep is caused by anxiety (like intrusive thoughts or thinking about the future), try listening to a mindless podcast or a youtube video. It will help distract from your thoughts and give you something to focus your mind on, plus most content these days tend to try and turn your mind off to get that sweet sweet watchtime.

If all else fails, you can try to tire your brain out I guess. that's my method for extemely bad sleepless nights. I start reading because that's the most tiring activity I can do in bed and usually I fall asleep in the middle of it.

[sminiac]

Song Mingi x designer!reader

Description: Slightly suggestive, mutual attraction, Mingi being such a lover boy :,(

Extra: This has been rotting in my drafts so I decided to finally get rid of it, maybe possibly a pt.2??? Bf!Hyunwoo in the works btw😋

“I often think of the pretty girl who made sure I didn’t look like a fool before being sent out.”

That was all it took for the drastic change in your life to take effect, currently, a whopping 3 days after Song Mingi’s confessed attraction to you, you’ve managed to obtain a side of your life that never would’ve opened up without him and his stupid mouth that he just couldn’t keep shut.

You don’t know where the clip was pulled from, too stressed out to care, but it caught at the quick lick of a flame that Ateez’s fanbase couldn’t restrain from feeding into, too curious about the man’s type to respect the privacy of a mere fashion designer whose name hardly surfaced in the industry of Idols despite catering to their lack of uncoordinated outfits.

This was by far the most bizarre thing to happen during your career, and you were only trying to keep all of the outfits you pieced together from falling apart at the tips of your calloused fingers, but of course, one of the girls who worked at neckties and pressing out any loose pieces of fabric had to call you over to help so they could jump ahead of the time crunch before the men had to leave for the stage, and of course it was the man with black and silver hair, a deep voice and attentive eyes who you were pulled to.

The velvet length of his tie continuously slipped from the hold of your shaky hands, and he was suddenly not so talkative for the camera angled at his face once your hands came into contact with what little skin that peaked out from under his crisp button down.

The only words he got from you was a hasty “Good to go.” Before he was dragged out of the room, your back turned to him before he had the chance to catch a glimpse of your face, but the weight of your dulcet pitch in his ears was carried around with him for longer than intended, if it was his choice he would’ve stayed, without a doubt, but now… he wishes he wasn’t so quick to admit his affections aloud once he had seen the amount of people who inevitably found your social media accounts. It made the skin over his nose wrinkle, a tight twisting feeling in his chest once he’d seen your comments flooded with a repeated quote and his name attached to the end, it made him feel like his heart was being wrung out, and he was especially concerned once he’d come to find out that you not only had a boyfriend, but a boyfriend who was prevelent in the acting industry.

So when you entered the room, feet heavy against the floor and a scowl on your face, he knew that he was the one you were looking for.

“Song Mingi.” You call, your tone flat and hard to distinguish of any emotion, not even giving him the pleasure of nuance to possibly, stupidly convince himself that you weren’t upset about what happened in the YouTube video that was posted to ATEEZ’s channel.

“I’d like to talk to you for a second.”

Mingi’s surprisingly compliant, he doesn’t exhale a defiant breath as you pull him into an empty room.

The man leans his weight onto the surface of a table placed in the middle of the room as you push the door closed, sucking in a few prepared breaths before you turn around.

“I’m—”

“I’m sorry.”

Your brows flit closer together, skin creased with a quizzical frown at the sudden apology you were prepared to walk out of the room without by the time you were done with him, you heard the things he said to the camera, the tone of voice he spoke in, his mannerisms, it all concluded that of a womanizer.

The thing you were expecting was a smug grin on his face and a recommended word of appreciation for even being glanced at in a desirable manner, not a sputtered out apology spoken so softly.

“Fuck— I’m really sorry, Y/n.” He pursues the curiosity of your feelings with a step closer, his hand reaching for you but still he’s hesitant to touch. You refuse to indulge the ache that curls into the spot above your collarbone that’s inflicted by the existence of your name pushed from his tongue, already raptured by his raspy voice despite only managing out a short sentence, leaving you deficient, eager.

Something about it feels intimate, a stranger, calling you by your name dipped in such a raw desperation for you to hear him out before it’s being expelled from the edge of his teeth.

“Clearly you’re just so captivating that I didn’t even think twice about being vocal about you, and your boyfriends probably pissed that some douchebag was publicly fawning over his girl in the most public setting possible.” His hand raises to rub against his cheek, stressing the skin into a flourishing hue of pink you’re just able to see through the clouding of darkened colours from the lack of sun. “God— such a fuckin’ idiot, I should know better, y’know? Almost six years into this and I’m still pulling shit without any care for the severity of the effects it could leave.”

“Mingi.” You step closer as he relents from his position, seemingly chasing after him, trying to slip through the cracks of a wall he attempts to build around himself.

“And I brought all of this unwanted attention to you, surely this isn’t how you wanted this to go, you should have the attention because of how incredible your work is, not because of me— and your boyfriend, fuck, I just know he hates the comments he sees under your posts, I know because I wou-”

“Mingi.” Your hand takes hold of his forearm, it’s density comes unexpectedly as you squeeze it reassuringly, the suit you first saw him in certainly covered up more than you’d thought. “It’s, it’s okay. Really. And I really wish you’d stop referring to that asshole as my boyfriend.” You voice is a small thing compared to your much bigger actions in being the first to physically reach out.

His jaw slackens, lips pulling apart.

“Ex…” he reiterates. “your ex?”

“Yeah,” you laugh with a sense of bitterness resounding throughout your chest, “his ego couldn’t bare the truth of someone other than him finding me attractive.”

“Then he’s an idiot.” Mingi’s quick to interject, but just as fast as his words slip from the caging of his lips his teeth sink into the flesh, unknowing if somewhere deep inside of you his words sting by the insult thrown so carelessly around, you weren’t even friends, hardly an acquaintance, he needs to get himself into check before you do.

You chuckle, slotting yourself beside him. “Look, I did come here to scold you, but I think I don’t have the heart to anymore. Not after what this weeks had in store for me so far.” Your fingers toy with each other in your lap, attempting to keep your eyes from straying away, knowing they’d find Mingi. “What would I have said anyways? It’s kinda stupid, cussing out a guy you find attractive just because he thinks you’re attractive.” Although you speak openly, it’s more to yourself.

His smile is soft, and the tensity he previously felt has already melted away. “You’re just stressed, I get it, there’s probably more to it than I can see.”

His fingers twitch against the edge of the table that he grips as they inch closer to yours, you can see it in your periphery, feel the warmth, yet you feel like your own hands are cemented in place no matter how bad you want to reciprocate.

“Do you,” you inhale an uneasy breath, refusing to look at him. “do you still think that I’m pretty?”

Waiting for an answer makes your stomach drop, a sense of nostalgia swarming your head, he makes you feel like you’re back in high school, and he’s hardly done a fucking thing.

“‘Course I do, I’ve never had that feeling before just by looking at someone, you’re just so awfully unforgettable.” His hand now completely covers yours, his pressure light, conscious of keeping his weight off of you.

Finally, your head turns towards him, eyes peering up, wide and curious. “What feeling?” You ask softly, almost a whisper.

“Want me to show you?”

[transformation4life]

Thinking Straight

"Hey Faggot, bet you want these guns?" The gymbro flexed to Parker.

Parker was your average gay twink trying to get some muscle at the gym much to the dismay of the straight homophobic gymbros. Even with that in mind he still came back every single time. Even with their comments he couldn't help but keep drooling at their bodies especially with their asian heritage.

"Yes I do. Now keep belittling me please," Parker didn't hesitate to keep staring.

The gymbro snarled and grabbed Parker by the neck.

"You. Faggot. Shut up! You will be like us soon enough and understand how much faggots like you deserve to suffer." The gymbro let go of Parker as the words left Parker with a terrible feeling in his stomach.

The collective bunch of gymbros all laughed and pointed at Parker soon after and Parker's hard on quickly faded and the poor skinny guy was filled with embarrassment and left the gym to go back home. Usually Parker would be filled with lust after the gymbros insulted him, but after getting grabbed he felt... different. Either way Parker needed to be alone for a while.

Parker arrived at his apartment and opened the door and was quick to collapse onto his couch.

" *Groan* That was so weirdddddddddd. What did that guy even meannnnnn? I'm as gay as can be!" Parker didn't want to think about what happened anymore so he resorted to his usual at-home activity of watching videos of male bodybuilders to get a hard-on.

So Parker pulled out his phone and was quick to search stuff like "Bodybuilder Flexing" and "Bodybuilder Posing" and "Pec bounce" hoping it would give him the desired tent in his pants. Much to Parker's dismay though, that tent never appeared even when it usually should have. Parker felt like something was off. The words the gymbro said to him ringed in his head again.

"AUGHHHH This is infuriating!!! Y'know what I'll just go to bed now. It's getting late anyway," Parker closed the YouTube app and made his way to his bed.

An urge quickly took over Parker as he out of characteristically decide to sleep nude.

"I-It's a bit hot in here this is perfectly fine..." Parker told himself.

Parker closed his eyes thinking of strong, large, and muscular men hoping he could maybe stroke his cock before bed but he still felt nothing. Infact he felt more challenged that he wasn't like them.

"I'll show them tomorrow. No more horny," He mumbled before drifting off to sleep as his life would soon change drastically.

As the night continued Parker kept rolling around in bed as he kept twisting and turning his sleeping position as he tried to think of large men in order to calm himself down but it still wasn't working.

"You will be like us soon enough," The words suddenly entered the thoughts of Parker making him sweat. Almost sweat too much.

Parker's face began to morph as his eyes became thinner and his lips a bit plumper and more changes to give his face a more asian look. Although his eyes were closed Parker's vision started to worsen while suddenly a pair of glasses appeared on his nightstand. Parker's pale white skin was slowly becoming much more tanner and much like he's been out in the sun for a lot longer than he actually has. Memories of being a Thailand immigrant quickly surfaced into Parker's brain as they replaced the ones of being born in the United States. Still as gay as ever, Chet Wong still wanted to get big and stare at men all the while.

"เชี่ย…" (Fuck...) Chet moaned in perfect Thai as he was about to get a hard-on thinking of the same asian gymbros before something stopped it.

The next most important change become evident as Chet began to pack on TONS of muscle. As the muscles packed on so did the memories of Chet going to the gym at young age of 14. It wasn't before long that Chet had two massive suckable tits, washboard abds, pythons for biceps and thick juicy thighs not to mention the bubble butt of all time along with other ultra masculine features.

And now... the star of the show couldn't wait much longer as Chet's currently small dick erected and grew into a thick girthy 10 inch monster just waiting to fuck.... something. Boys! Girls? Chet was a bit fuzzy on his sexuality as he continued to moan as he remembered his long rod and hanging out with... those asian gymbros?! Wait... that's right those were Chet's friends. Have been for a while now. But why would those homophobic shitstains want to hang out with-

-and understand how much faggots like you deserve to suffer." Chet grabbed his rod thinking of how hot his gymbros were and how lucky a gay bodybuilder like him was lucky to be around them until his stopped in his tracks and his dick softened.

"Why am I thinking like a Fag? I'm no Fag!" Chet's homosexuality quickly became 100% heterosexuality.

Thoughts of men pecs and hairy bodies were quickly replaced with the thoughts of busty women and their curvy bodies that Chet needed to seed with his 10-incher. Chet adopted every single toxic masculinity trait in the book as he thought about all the women he fucked and all the fags that he turned down. Chet's rod quickly rose to it's full girth as he began to masturbate until releasing a sea of cum onto his bed.

"ที่รู้สึกดี….." (That felt good...) All of Chet's worries were gone as he finally drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Morning arrived as a flurry of notifications brought Chet awake. Chet groaned a bit as his morning wood was evident due to his thoughts of women last night. Chet grabbed his glasses from his nightstand and went for his phone.

"Wonder what Fag texted me last night. Let's see..."

Much to Chet's betterment it was one of his gymbro friends also from Thailand.

GB: เฮ้ Faggot พร้อมที่จะทำซ้ำแล้วหรือยัง? (Hey Faggot, ready to do reps?)

BigDick: ฮ่าๆ! แน่นอน ขอแค่ให้ฉันเตรียมไม้เรียวให้สาวๆ แล้วฉันจะไปที่นั่น (Haha! Of course just let me get my rod ready for the ladies and I'll be there.)

Chet put his phone down and got out of his bed to give a good look of himself on his closet mirror. He was feeling cocky and ready to seed.

After a self-obsessed ten minutes Chet put some clothes on, but making sure his prized schlong was big and out there. Chet then grabbed his gym bag and set out for where his bros were at.

"ไอ้เหี้ย! นั่นแหละ!" (Faggot! There you are!) One of the gymbros shouted as Chet approached

"ฮาฮาฮามาก. ฉันไม่ใช่ตุ๊ด แม้กระทั่งยกออกเมื่อคืนนี้กับผู้หญิงบางคน" (Haha very funny. I am no faggot. Even jacked off last night to some ladies.) Chet smirked.

"และนั่นคือเชตที่เรารู้จัก!" (And that's the Chet we know!) The gymbros all cheered.

"มาปั๊มกันเถอะ!" (Let's get our pump on!) Chet cheered back.

The thai gymbros worked out for hours as they built their muscles to show off to the ladies. A couple ladies at the gym even noticed the group making some comments about them. This caught the attention of Chet as he was ready to get some pussy tonight. While the other gymbros were distracted with their workouts Chet stripped of all of his clothes except for his underwear poorly keeping his rod in check.

"Hey ladies. Like what you see?" Chet did a little flex.

The girls giggled and nodded. Chet was ecstatic and made his move.

"So how about you feel this 10 incher in ya later tonight at my place?" The girls giggled again but politely decline much to Chet's rage.

"What?!?!?! You bitches don't know what you're missing on!!!" Chet walked away to his bros absolutely fuming.

"What's wrong bro?" One of the gym bros asked.

"Ladies didn't want my seed it was not fun!!!" Chet replied solemnly.

The bros showed deep concern for Chet and began to hype him up.

"You got big ass Chet! Those bimbos know nothing!!" One of the gymbros said prompting Chet to look at his ass in the nearby mirror.

"You are right!"

Almost as if right on cue another set of ladies walked by and Chet's libido was higher than ever. Chet adjusted his loose underwear ready for a seeding opportunity.

Surprisingly one of the ladies actually agreed to a date later tonight and the whole gymbro group cheered.

"นั่นคือเชตของเรา!" (That's our Chet!) Any sign of Parker was long gone as Chet pulled down his pants thinking of all the ladies he was going to fuck.

Chet's prize swayed back and forth as Chet began to smile as he moved his legs in excitement.

"ฉันรักการเป็นผู้ชาย!" (I love being a man!)

[mrs-monaghan]

omg all these ppl sharing tehir friends being tkkr/ynmnr remind me this bitch from my university dorm! you know we were dorm mates w this one girl. starting from fist day of semester I had this weird feeling about her (not related to her being a tkkr but her whole vibe was off) while talking about interests and hobbies we kinda realized we have similar tastes in certain things.

she told me that she’s into bts and we started talking about them. everything was fine until out of nowhere she told me that she believes that tkkr are a couple and I feel like she was trying to fish an answer out of me ykno about tkk dating. she was kinda trying to test me if that makes sense. after that I told her that I’m a hard core jm stan and that why I’m leaning more towards duos that include jm and I’m not kidding you shaz her whole demeanor changed and the look she gave me was just horrendous. and I didn’t even told her tkk couldn’t be real because jk and jm are literally dating but change was drastic!

after that she keep giving me cold feet and randomly showing “cute tkk art” which was humanloure or whatever that btchs name and when I told her to stop showing me weird things she became super defensive (I wasn’t try to be an asshole it was just getting weird the way she was trying to prove me tkkr is real by showing ugly ass fanarts ) when I told her about my discomfort she would say things like “but they are cute” “they look so good together” “anyways they are dating”

when she kept doing this I totally stopped talking to her and just ignored her ass that whole semester. we weren’t best friends or anything just dorm mates. i just wanted to share this because before all of this happened to me I just thought that there’s no way a irl tkkr would act the way they are acting in online spaces but those weirdos we saw on report pages are literally exist irl

Of course they do. I like to think online personalities are an extension of RL personalities. So of course this is how they are out there too!!

This is my Facebook cover photo, right?

A friend of mine from the Gallavich (shameless) fandom saw this and she was so excited! But at the time of seeing my cover photo she also noticed I kept sharing JK in my stories (dreamers had just dropped) and so she didn't know if I was gonna turn out to be vermin. So it took her months... months! To even DM me. She didn't do it until she saw me in the comment section of Jikook public group.

I asked her why she never told me sooner that she was Army and she told me that she didn't want to ruin our friendship. So it was better for her not to know. And you know what? That made sense to me. I was like, fair enough.

I mentioned before that my baby got attached to shot glass of tears, right? It was the only song that could get her to sleep. So one time I'm just pushing the pram around a shop and the cashier comes up to me like "is that JK?" And of course we started to gush. She told me that she was Taegi biased and immediately I went "are you a Taekooker?" You know, I didn't want to waste time. I needed to know quite early on. She told me she almost became one due to the edits on YouTube and that it was the reason she stepped away from the fandom. That's why she didn't even know about SGOT or GOLDEN. Coz she left when she saw she was starting to become one of them 😂

I commended her for it and currently we are friends. Her self awareness saved her basically 😂 So yes, anon. The way they are online is the way they are in person. That's why I always say a Vminkook concert wouldn't be the best idea 🤭🤭🤭

[anonsturniolo]

chris in love with bsf!reader head cannons ✧₊⁺

ᡣ𐭩 bsf!chris who fuels your energy drink addiction, because he loves how well you match his energy before you inevitably crash.

ᡣ𐭩 bsf!chris always tries to get you to spend the night. once you agree he damn near tackles you to the bed. he makes sure to have on his led light, a good YouTube video, his ac is cranked UP, and then he’s tugging you towards him to cuddle up because he’s ‘cold’.

ᡣ𐭩 bsf!chris who doesn’t know what personal space is. in the car? sitting next to you with your thighs pressed together. on the couch? either your head is in his lap and he’s playing with your hair, or vice versa. in bed? he’s practically laying on top of you.

ᡣ𐭩 bsf!chris who shares music with you constantly, and quite literally giggles and kicks his feet when you send back a song or two. he adds it straight to the playlist he has titled “for her”. matt found the playlist and chris nearly died.

ᡣ𐭩 bsf!chris who pretends to hit it from the back every time you’re bent at the waist. you laugh it off as a joke, but chris has a compilation of all the times matt or nick recorded the action, ready to play it at the wedding he thinks the two of you will have.

ᡣ𐭩 bsf!chris who never really wanted a wedding, until he started falling for you. you speak so highly of an event that proves and professes love in such an intimate way, he started to like the idea of it. and when you broke out your pinterest board? he was sold.

ᡣ𐭩 bsf!chris who hyper fixates on the same thing as you. doesn’t matter what it is, he’s down for it. you’re new favorite food is cinnamon sugar toast? so is his. you’re always craving a specific ice cream place an hour away? he’s putting his shoes on. you want to rewatch a tv show then do a deep dive of your favorite characters? he’s looking up behind the scene footage as we speak.

ᡣ𐭩 bsf!chris who had a panic attack after hearing from nick you had a date that went really well. he knew if it turned into a relationship, your dynamic would drastically change.

ᡣ𐭩 bsf!chris who made matt teach him how to drive so when he finally got the courage to ask you out, he could pick you up.

ᡣ𐭩 bsf!chris who finally asked you out on a date on october 3rd, knowing you loved the iconic movie mean girls. he then asked you to be his gf on halloween, your favorite holiday.

[klysanderelias]

It's always funny to me when a big-name youtuber argues vociferously that souls-like games DO have a difficulty setting, it's Playing The Game Right (leveling, build, using summons, etc), and then later on in the same video will have a fifteen minute long section complaining about how certain boss fights completely invalidate certain builds or require you to drastically alter your style of play, and i'm like... I thought you were in FAVOR of this.

And of course they're not, they just don't understand what a difficulty setting IS anymore, and that's completely fair because I think that most DEVELOPERS don't either, but it means that the criticism they make is always couched in a fundamental misunderstanding of the thing they're trying to criticise (and also usually a complete misunderstanding of where the criticism comes from).

And I want to be clear, I've beaten basically every single Dark Souls game, I beat bloodborne, I played shitloads of elden ring and the reason I didn't beat it was because I got bored, and I've done speedruns and soul level 1 runs of dark souls 3. I'm pretty much the dark souls power player that everyone expects would argue AGAINST having difficulty options.

But.

I've been playing thousands of hours of battletech, and the battletech difficulty screen has been the singlehandedly biggest argument I've had change my mind.

In the game, Battletech modifies difficulty per mission by changing the total health of enemies, changing their skills and experience levels, the usual fare of difficulty curves (although damage is never affected, thank god). But having all these granular options can dramatically change the way the game is played without simply affecting health values or hit percentages.

Toggling mech destruction and lethality means that losing a mech in a mission or having a pilot be knocked unconscious removes them permanently. They're killed, destroyed, you need to go get a new one. That's a HUGE change from the base difficulty where having a mech be completely destroyed in combat just removes the weapon components and costs a ton to repair. Likewise, changing the number of parts required to buy or salvage in order to complete a mech DRAMATICALLY changes the game - the maximum amount of parts you can get from a single mech is 3, and usually you only get 1. Needing 3 parts means that if you're lucky, you could see a brand new mech in a mission, blow its head off, and get one for free. Moving that scale up both means that rare or expensive mechs take much much longer to earn, but also that replacing mechs takes much longer (meaning that losses are even more painful).

Like, every single one of these options can dramatically affect how you play the game or change the feel of it to something much more interesting to you as a player - do you want to play a rogue-like game where you have to save and scrounge to get new mechs, and each mech and pilot is a precious resource you have to protect? or do you want to powerscale fast and constantly get new mechs and rare weapons?

And like, having extremely granular options for gameplay isn't for everyone, but then again, there are the owlcat pathfinder CRPGs that do this same thing, but have a base 'easy-normal-hard' sort of slider that automatically selects certain options, and you can adjust them if you want. If you're not interested in going through each slider you can just say 'I'd like normal please' and the game automatically makes all the selections, but you can also stop and say 'hey actually let me turn on permadeath too' and you can do that.

And I think that when people think about difficulty, they think about the most basic 'health and damage adjustments' sliders, and not ANYTHING else that actually have much more of an impact. I will hit this point to my grave that dark souls would massively benefit from difficulty options like turning off instakill effects (like curse or petrification) or removing the harsh penalty of dying when you can't get back to your bloodstain because a) that's often what drive new players off the most, and b) it doesn't fuckin' matter anyway, all you're losing is souls, the only thing it does is make you have to go grind more to make up for it.

And of course, there are always EXTRA challenge runs people come up with - nuzlocke runs of pokemon, soul level 1 runs of dark souls, hell, when I do Battletech I often add additional challenges like 'no intentional destruction of civilian buildings' or 'each mech must be assigned to a pilot and if one of them is sidelined, so is the other'

But challenge runs aren't difficulty settings, and more importantly there's no way to unchallenge run a game. You can decide to make the game harder for yourself, but you can't make the game EASIER. And when people say that you can, they're lying to you. Like yeah, there builds that are very strong in dark souls, and leveling optimally will make the game easier, but if you don't know what optimal leveling looks like, it's pointless. If you have a deep and thorough understanding of the game, and you check the messageboards, and delve through the wiki, and use a couple of exploits, the game will be easy! And if it's still too hard for you after that? Well, go fuck yourself, you just spent hours of your life doing research only to give up on the game anyway.

And the truth is, most people who argue that dark souls shouldn't have a difficulty slider are doing it out of bad faith, because they have a certain amount of ego riding on 'being good at hard game' as a character trait, and making these games more accessible frightens them because what if being good at dark souls isn't actually getting them into heaven

but also because they're somehow afraid that having extra difficulty options in the game will tempt them into choosing them? And then they won't get the 'true experience'?

Gamers are some of the most fragile people in existence that the mere option of reducing difficulty sends them into hysterics.

[dogs-have-fallen]

hi! i’m a recently awakened therian and i’m having some trouble dealing with species dysphoria (some of it is helped by my mask and the tail i have) do you have any tips on dealing with it?

from your local pnw raccoon 🦝

hiya! thanks for the ask! i’d be more than happy to share tips!!

i’m not at all the first person to come up with these tips, but they are things i use as well have heard of others using.

try experimenting with eye shadow! playing around with makeup, especially with raccoons, can help you visually appear similar to your kintype. darker eyeshadow around your eyes and nose can help you have the raccoon mask look without needing to wear an actual mask! plus in some spaces, bold makeup is more socially acceptable than masks.

along with that, you can make or buy headband or clip on ears that resemble raccoon ears, so you can see yourself with ears without needing to wear a mask :)

adjust your diet! now, raccoons are pretty omnivorous so the change doesn’t have to be drastic, but eat foods similarly to what they eat. there’s a family of raccoons that constantly steals from our grape vine. fruits, grain, nuts, invertebrates (think shellfish and insects) and small animals.

some other things i do is nest and have things in my room or nest that either resemble my kintype or what they’d have in a nest.

find clothing that helps you feel connected to your kintype! if you were to think “if a raccoon were a person, what would it wear?” and go from there!

i think nature sounds could help as well! i leave my window open when birds are chirping but there’s also TONS of audios on youtube!

while this isn’t a super extensive list, i hope this helps with your dysphoria!!

sincerely, your local PNW coydog ^^

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Watching the "Quiet On Set" documentary with my boyfriend reminded me of meme rap Joji wrote right before he became Joji (i.e., when he was still Filthy Frank). A song my bf showed me ages ago that references everything mentioned in the documentary.

Except the song came out in 2017.

I mean, it's aimed at edgy humor Weird Guys from that era of the internet, but it's tangible proof that Schneider's pattern of behavior - and a wider pattern of abuse from the entertainment industry - has been an open secret for over a decade.

Enough that some random YouTube shitposter could make a semi-satirical rap about no longer being able to jerk off to children's television in his 20's because he's "not into kids".

THIS IS ALMOST A DECADE OLD NOW!!! A DECADE AGO PEOPLE WERE POINTING THIS SHIT OUT!!!! He called Schneider out by name in 2017 and Nickelodeon wouldn't cut ties for another two years.

I think some people forget how drastically the #MeToo movement changed our social norms in regard to workplace harassment. It's becoming harder and harder for abusive assholes to get away with shit. All the groups they'd usually leverage sociopolitical power against before (primarily anyone who wasn't a white cishet landowning man) now has backup and receipts and solidarity. And it's scaring them because they're getting more and more sneaky.

Don't let them be sneaky.

Let's keep this momentum going and make the entertainment industry safer. All industries, really. Let's Hold Abusers Accountable in 2024.

[fudgelling-away]

You are my favourite sans person, so i wanna ask you, what do you think his singing voice would sound like??? I don't know if it would be similar to his speech which I imagine is like a deeper baritone sort of thing, OR, he's one of those dudes who sounds drastically different depending on what he's doing.

he's sexy either way though🤫🤫

I've been thinking about this ask for the past several days 😳

That is such a sweet thing to say!!! Thank you for telling me this, I appreciate you reaching out so much!

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To answer your question, I think Sans would be very skilled in modulating his voice.

I imagine him being an expert in communication - that means not only having an uncanny ability to read your face like an open book, but also being able to masterfully control his own expression and the message that his voice and his body language send.

(note: this has nothing to do with controlling emotions, that's a whole another topic)

That's also why his ability to lie is straight up scary. This man could sell you the most otherwordly ideas in a believable way and you would never know.

Sans is scary. The power he wields IS scary, and I do not mean piercing bones. He's one scary little cookie and I love him so much-

Also, isn't it amazing that he never uses those talents to abuse others? We as the Players commit atrocities and treat the in-game world like our playground. There are also all these other characters who misuse their strength and influence in a destructive, careless way. And on the other side there is Sans. Intelligent, powerful, both in battle and in soft skills.

He is so- ah, you know what I mean?! He could, but he doesn't! He's got all the abilities necessary to become the scariest predator ever seen, and he chooses not to.

But I digress.

HAVING SAID ALL THAT, I think he would be a very good singer in his natural vocal range.

As I have mentioned before, he can read you very well. That means he recognizes each tiny change in your voice. In the game we can also see the way his text speech changes, many times, in different ways. It, of course, is not THAT important - we are discussing headcanons anyway ♡ But I really like that about him, too.

I don't see anything stopping him from using all that knowledge and talent to sing well (if he wanted to).

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I'd love to share with you who is my voice for Sans, but I can't. He actually is a singer. I have never seen him linked to Sans in any way whatsoever, so I really don't want to put his name out there.

But that's such a good voice... Oh man...

It's deep, of course, but with a totally unique timbre. I have never heard any voice similar to it, and it's so... It's so pleasant to my ears! It's smooth, and ahhh I can't explain it. It has got that special something... Those undertones that feel and taste like SANS. That relaxed, though positive and attentive manner of speech. Ah. I am obsessed with it.

And I have found it by a total accident. Several months ago I was driving, minding my own business, there was radio playing in the background, and at one point they started to play an old song from the 1980s.

30 seconds in and I'm like, oh shit. No.

1 minute in and I am starting to sweat.

No.

no

no no no-

YEEEEEESSS!

[IMAGINE: A STREAM OF HAPPY EXPLETIVES]

That was an epiphany.

The feeling was euphoric.

SANS

sans sans

ASDDASDASFSSASA

I have no memory of the rest of the drive, but THAT VOICE.

I came back home. I looked up the radio station on the internet. I checked what they played an hour earlier.

And I found out who it actually was.

Immediately I went searching for some recorded interviews and yesss, there they were, perfectly available on youtube...

I spend a couple of hours every week listening to those interviews while I am working or drawing. That voice is ingrained in my brain now. That's my Sans' voice.

I am so sorry I can't show it to you.

--------------------------- Let me know what YOU think! ♡

I love to read different headcanons and ideas.