#YouTube could change drastically

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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

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SWEET ANGEL

dean winchester x angel!reader

2.5k | angst, enemies to lovers, szn nine

summary: with angel now living in the bunker, dean has to swallow his pride and realize not everyone is out to get him.

WHEN ANGEL FALLS IN LOVE

the drab walls of your room in the winchester’s bunker stared back at you, almost taunting in how their beige and gloomy colours looked around you. it was coming up on week four post fall, almost a month since you were locked out of heaven, and you seemed to be making absolutely no progress.

sam had tried to teach you about humans, explaining different types of slang and technologies that they had created. though, he decided to stop after his brief pop culture unit turned into a brutal argument stemming from your confusion.

it didn’t make it any better that you had no clothes. your white dress from the day you were found under the wilting willow was all you had; grass and mud washed away though the memories still lingered.

everything was starting to become unbearable. the scratchy sheets on your bed, the barren walls with no life or colour. your day to day routine wasn’t too bad. wake up, talk with sam about humanity and it’s customs, try a new snack, and then hobble away to your room where you’d indulge in copious amounts of youtube videos and pinterest boards.

there happened to be an old laptop of sam’s lying around, and after some grumbling from dean, both he and his younger brother helped you set up and navigate the device.

dean was a topic you wished to never bring up or even think about. the man stuck to his word, not talking to you unless you initiated first. even then he sometimes wouldn’t respond. when he did, it was always snippy responses that had you rolling your eyes, retreating to where you actually felt wanted; an enigma of a place that you created in your own company.

the internet was something you marvelled at. looking at a plethora of video content on youtube, and all different types of pictures on pinterest.

a sense of fashion was something you started to pick up on, looking at countless pieces online and even grabbing magazines from the store when sam would take you out with him.

your angelic roots peaked through in the fashion and aesthetic you gravitated towards. a girly vibe was always something you enjoyed, but you also seemed to like the more quirky and unique styles. skirts, plain and colourful tights, bright sweaters and form fitting tops seemed to find a way into your brain; the drab cotton dressed you landed on earth in going to shame as you looked at all the different patterns and fashion choices.

it finally dawned on you that this is what you needed. the boring walls, uncomfortable bedding, and borderline empty room just wasn’t doing it for you anymore. you needed to find yourself, express who you wanted to be without the chains of heaven wrapped around your body.

you needed to go shopping, and fast, but there was simply one problem. sam had left yesterday to go help some hunter friends on a case, leaving in their car and expressing how he’d be back in two weeks time. so, it seemed as though dean was the only person who could help you with your recent epiphany.

the plan was a lost cause, but begrudgingly, you got up from your bed and made the short walk to dean’s room. twirling your hair nervously, you found yourself stood in front of his door, hearing the faint sound of music coming from what you assumed to be his record player. slowly lifting your hand, you let a delicate knock linger on the wood; a drastic change from the intense music playing from behind the door.

music halted, a metaphorical record scratch being heard as heavy feet came towards the door. wind blew the front pieces of your hair back, and you were greeted with dean’s gloomy face as he stared down at you from where he stood.

“what do you want, feathers?” his words had a cadence of annoyance, like he’d rather be doing anything else but talk to you. it made you wring your fingers together, picking at your cuticles as you looked up at him through your lashes. “i have a favour to ask.”

if this were any other occasion, dean would say no. hell, he’d probably slam the door in your face. but those eyes, those goddamn eyes that stared into his soul. they were big, giving your already angelic features a doe-like look. dean was mentally kicking himself at how easily he was folding.

with a sigh, he cocked his head to his right, staring at you intently, a way to mask how your look was making him feel. “i’ll only say yes ‘cause sammy’s away — but tell me what it is first. i’m not going on some whack ass trip all ‘cause you batted your eyes at me all pretty.”

the words that left dean’s lips had your own parting in shock, eyes widening even more. he was so strange. one second he hated you and the next he was flirting like you were a girl he saw at the bar. but you decided a while ago to not question dean’s ways, for diving in too deep would be like swimming in the mariana’s trench.

with a light cough, you continued your recent proposal as dean looked down at you with a cocky grin on his face. “i want to decorate my room, get new clothes, really integrate myself into society. and before you complain, i’ve been wearing the same dress for a month; it’s time for a change.”

dean would love to say no, he truly would. he’d love to laugh in your face, tell you that your sweet and innocent act wasn’t working on him. every angel — besides cas — that sam and dean had come across left them with more problems then they started out with. why should dean trust you?

but over the past weeks, he couldn’t help but realize how unreasonable he was being. cas trusted you, and sam seemed to be doing just fine in hanging out with you everyday. dean had to swallow his pride and realize that someone wasn’t planning to hurt him or his brother, that all you had on your mind was reinventing yourself and not dwindling into psychosis by staring into your empty abyss of a room.

though it was dean at the end of the day, and he could never admit that for once he was wrong. so with practiced ease, he pushed down those feelings and huffed loudly, reaching across the door frame for his keys and pushing past you out the door.

“c’mon feathers,” he grumbled as you stood by his door shocked, not knowing how to react to dean actually wanting to help you. “hurry up before i change my mind.”

the car ride was tense, an awkward tension that had you smushing into the side door. dean’s music blared through the speakers, a testimony on the fact he didn’t want to talk to you. there was no place in your bones that had you wanting to talk to him, but after 2 hours in the car, you got confused on where he was going.

“umm, dean?” you questioned, turning your body towards his and watching as his jaw ticked from his side profile. “where are we going?”

he didn’t turn his head, didn’t look away from the road as his jaw tensed and his fingers gripped on the steering wheel. “minnesota.” your lips parted, confused on why he was going to a whole different state before he spoke again. “you’ve never been to the mall of america. i’m giving you important life experiences, feathers.”

dean watched as your eyes widened, pouty lips opening wide as shock filled your body. he honestly didn’t know why he was driving a whole ten hours for you to go shopping. it was unnecessary, but dean couldn’t stop himself from continuing his drive.

“oh.” your voice came out breathy, your head going down to your chest as you fiddled with your fingers. “well, i’ve never been on a drive this long. what do you do?”

what did you do? when he was with sam, it was like muscle memory. sit in silence for a bit, jokingly bicker back and forth, sam would sleep for a bit. but you had never done this before. so dean had to think of a whole new way to keep you entertained.

he truly was trying to work on his animosity towards you. so with a sigh he turned slightly to look at you. “some people sleep, some talk to the whole time. what do you wanna do, sweetheart?”

“can you tell me about your views on the world?” your words had dean fully turning his head to look at you. he briefly gave you a confused look before turning back to the road. why would you ask that? he understood you were an angel, a heavenly creature that didn’t know anything about her own father’s creation, but why did you what to know his views on it?

sensing his confusion, you backtracked as best as you could, shaking your head and staring out the car window at all the trees and fields melding together like molten lava. “i just mean, i’ve heard how sam feel’s about certain things, but i want to know how you feel. your favourite music, movies, what your dreams are. i don’t know dean, i just want to know more.”

he was shocked, not ever having someone ask him what his dreams and favourite things were. he slightly turned his head again, eyes watching as your hair curtained your face. tentatively, he pulled his hand away from the steering wheel so he could brush the strands away from your face. your cheeks blushed as he tucked it behind your ear, hand gracing your cheek softly as he let it fall down your arm.

“sure, whatever you want, angel.”

that’s how you two spent the rest of the drive; dean raving on about all his favourite things while you silently listened, inventively taking in all his interests. you noticed how over time he became more open, excitedly talking about his interests from childhood to now. it was nice, listening to all the things that made dean, well, dean.

it wasn’t even like he wanted to stop. this was one of the most relaxing drives he’s had in a while. you didn’t interrupt him, you just sat and listened. sitting in his front seat like the heavenly angel you were and looking more like a painting than a celestial being.

dean even drove through the night, not wanting to wake you as you slept so pretty in the car. he didn’t mind not getting any sleep if it meant not waking you up to go to a motel. he was also accustomed to not sleeping for days, so he was honestly fine.

the mall finally came into view just as your eyes peeled open. you were confused, not used to the notion of sleeping. it was like a massive weight had lifted off your chest, arising like snow white out of her bed of flowers. as you noticed where you were, you excitedly looked at the structure, eyes wide in awe as you scrambled out of the car and dashed towards the entrance.

you were like an excited bunny, hopping around from store to store as dean kept a close eye on you. each shop you came out with something new — god bless fake credit cards — and dean had to stop himself from thinking about how pretty you looked in certain items.

at first you needed to figure out what your size was, so dean would be succumbed to sitting in stuffed changing rooms with obnoxious pop music playing while you tried on tops and skirts behind a flimsy curtain. when you came out in your first outfit — a long sleeve black and white striped top with a denim mini skirt — dean almost passed out in the fucking store.

his breath almost lodged in his throat, making him choke on his own breath like a damn child. that white dress of yours never let him see how long your legs truly were. they exemplified the skirt low on your hips while your just as long torso helped the shirt fit perfectly.

he knew you were a tall person, but holy shit.

you were like a fucking model. dean had to remind himself of his forced hate towards you for if he didn’t, he’d push you into that change room with his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

when dean awkwardly mentioned that you probably needed to buy some undergarments, he sat outside the victoria’s secret as you toddled in with a perplexed look on your face and his credit card in hand. the bag you came out with was massive, and dean was enough of a gentlemen to not look inside or too close to it.

the rest of the stores were a blur. a plethora of bags filled with tight fitted zip ups — some knitted, multiple skirts, tight fitted tops, cozy and colourful sweaters, a multitude of coloured tights, brown and black suede boots, and even more dresses that dean swore that it wouldn’t all fit in the impala.

it didn’t make it any better that you even shopped for your room. floral sheets with ruffled pillow cases, a white comforter, multiple tall, thick and short candles to decorate the space, and a multitude of prints and paintings that had dean shocked by your artistic eye.

as you finished at the mall, dean decided that a couple of thrifts store wouldn’t hurt. you were enthralled, looking around and grabbing as many cool trinkets as you could for your shelves. he found you a used cd player, taking you to the section with cd’s so you could pick out some music.

sam had gotten you a spotify account, so you knew the stuff you liked. songs and albums from artists dean didn’t even know you knew about graced your cart. britney spears, alanis morissette, carrie underwood, abba, fleetwood mac, and other similar artists that dean didn’t simply like, but he’d buy them just for you.

he even saw you pick up old one direction and justin bieber cd’s, and decided to not even question you on it.

you were so excited, and dean didn’t want to dim the ravenous sparkle that lilted your eyes. you rambled on about how you were going to revamp the old furniture without even needing to buy new ones, how the art studio stool that you bought for the desk was going to be so much better than the uncomfortable wood chair.

dean promised he’d take you to shops around the bunker to get essentials like comfy clothes and pajama’s, but for now, it was time to go back home.

the ride home had dean’s heart pumping just like before. you kept asking him more questions, asking stories about his childhood and how long he’d been hunting for. you were so interested in his life, which sent a wave of electricity through dean’s bones.

he started to admit to himself that he may be an asshole. how could he be so mean to such a sweet angel like you. your innocence, darling nature, and soft yet exuberant aura left dean feeling like he was floating on a feather.

you just made everything simple, and dean realized that helping you become human was the best thing cas had ever decided for him.

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*creating my perfect 2000s makeover montage in this chapter and living vicariously through it. also poor angel doesn’t know what online shopping is. she’s going to be a depop warrior tho i will tell you that much.

[sirfrogsworth]

So Elon has decided to skip the imminent disaster of global climate change and just move on to a calamity 5 billion years in the future.

If you ever need to understand Elon's motivations, it's all this.

Okay and a little bit the woke mind virus.

But mostly this.

He wants to get to Mars more than anything. It's why the only thing he can speak intelligently about is his rockets. He has put in the time and effort to learn about them because this is his singular passion.

A lovely Youtube physicist did a video about SpaceX and she said half of the rockets blow up and Elon just wants more money. And it was disappointing to hear her say that because she is a scientist and both things are inaccurate.

SpaceX would be an amazing company without Elon. His leadership is the only thing really holding it back. They have put lots of cool shit into space. Their Falcon program is the most productive and cheapest rocket program in history. They put more stuff into space than everyone else combined.

They had to blow up part of the graph just so you could see the competition. Half of the SpaceX rockets are *not* blowing up.

Starship is a specific prototype. It has nothing to do with their main rocket business. Starship is Elon wanting to go to Mars. It is basically him trying to send a 3 story building into space. And he keeps blowing it up because that is the fastest way to develop a rocket. He's wasting a lot of money by trying to speedrun a trip to Mars in his lifetime. And these tests are bit more like crash test data than expecting the rocket and Starship to actually function properly. It's a process and they have goals for each launch, and for the most part, they reach those goals. Any success after those goals is gravy to them. But they are pretty certain it is going to end in fireworks at this stage of development.

I don't know if they will get it to work. It would be nice because a functional spaceship that size could do a lot of cool science. But Elon's goals and NASA's goals are going to conflict in a major way at some point in the future. And I'm worried that may damage space exploration.

Starship is very different than their Falcon program. It's a science experiment. Falcons rarely blow up. They get shit to space like the James Webb telescope.

And as far as Elon just wanting more money... sort of.

His personal wealth has not been a huge concern of his for a while. Otherwise he wouldn't have let Tesla fall apart like it has. The wealth he is actually concerned about is not his own. Going to Mars is a trillion-dollar-plus endeavor. Even the richest man in the world cannot raise that much money.

Only a government could fund that.

Elon knows this. He figured it out a while ago. And when he saw an opportunity to get his hands on the government purse strings, he jumped at the chance.

He jumped in the shape of an X like a giant loser.

I'm *positive* Elon thought, "If I could save the government a trillion dollars, they'll give it to me so I can go to Mars."

But it is probably breaking his brain right now after learning he isn't this super genius who can figure out government bureaucracy in a weekend with a bunch of coding dorks.

He got depressed and realized his cool plan to get to Mars was falling apart.

Whoops.

Elon will say anything to get to Mars. He will lie about anything to get to Mars. He will consort with anyone to get to Mars. If you are ever unsure why Elon is doing something, it's to get to Mars. His moral calculus is based on this. In his delusional mind, everything is justifiable to save the human race.

He does have side quests. He wants to repopulate the Earth with his seed. And he uses IVF because you can drastically increase the odds of getting a boy if you pay extra. And he is angry at his trans daughter because he wants boys to continue his mission to spread Musk seed. He spends $50,000 extra to make sure he gets boys and she is messing with the plan.

Oh, and he really really wants people to think he is good at video games. And he wants people to like him. And he wants to kill the woke mind virus because he didn't get the boy he paid for.

But Mars is *almost* all he cares about.

Elon thinks Earth is doomed and he wants immortality from being the man who saved human civilization. He truly believes our existence is dependent on being "multiplanetary." It might be the only thing he believes.

Saving the human race is supposed to be his legacy.

And it is killing us.

[h1biscusgal]

My journey. (Tw)

This is the longest post, please read everything if you need motivation, need some advice, and let me help you with something.

I want anyone who is doubting themselves, anyone who is trying not to give up, anyone else in the community of being blessed, to read the post whole.

I'm going to be talking about my life, and how the journey started, what I did and what I did not, bear in mind please, this was a little emotional for me to write, I feel a bit nostalgic about it all and I honestly can't believe so much went in such a time.

I found out about everything starting with a book I bought from the local fair that interested me a lot, and I swear if it weren't for the book, I would be here, I used to be the most logical bitch child ever, top grades, stressed like I'm in college already, pained mind and always pressured to be perfect, resulting in me being burnt out and already too mature for my age in mind, yet still childish in many senses, and constant fights with my parents, I felt like I was against the world.

The book was The Power of your Subconscious Mind - Dr. Joseph Murphy.

I was a kid who loved hobby reading, sort of an escape from the hell hole of the pressure I would have around me, and I adapted by this book, and it changed everything for me.

I was only 13 at that time of the book, after that I started trying it out for things and I saw results, made me happy, and I went to something I found in the corner of YouTube, called subliminals, and another part of it where it was called manifestation.

Now with subs, I found reality shifting, then came the void, then came lucid dreams and all that combined together in a hot mess.

Shifting was something so beautiful to me, The idea of a world where I could live my life was something that trapped me so much, I already imagine things a lot and use it as an escape mechanism, sounded perfect, right? And naturally, my first DR was my hero academia, just because I wanted to relive being a proper teenage.

And for subliminals? I can tell you one thing, I was extremely insecure of the person who used to be in the mirror, because all I did was to throw away my life, I studied, slept, and woke up, no friends, no one to trust, I just lost myself, and all that when I was 13-14, (tw) I hated hated hated myself and my appearance so bad, I could only pity myself for the state I used to be in.

I feel almost sad for my younger self, as I'm 18 now watching my young teen self stress through her life, cry at her appearance, even sometimes (tw) wishing to be just die in her sleep, all that because I was heavily burnt out, seeing girls my age looking prettier through puberty, talking with others and I'm stuck on a wish that felt like it won't happen, and yet, a part of me was too ashamed to feel this way, because I knew there are people worse than me, and I sympathized for them.

I think it started good, at 14 years old, I fully started subliminals and it worked for a while, especially my first results that hyped me up so much as changing the grades I mentioned on the other post, so I thought life was changing right?

It did for a year, at 15 things were going well on the outside, I started obsessing over my look, I started using subliminals even more too much for my appearance, I changed drastically, and tried to fit in, but get, none of those changes in my self were drastically from manifesting or anything, sure of course I had some small results, it was almost like I was not naturally like that, I felt fake in short, like a second skin to my real self, every night trying to shift or enter the void and whatnot, all that and finally, and I even opened a Tumblr account which safe to say, got pretty popular back in the day and honestly that was quite a mistake for me at that time.

Why? It ruined me.

I thought I could open the blog to help people with their journey as well as help myself with mine, y'know? Things got out of hand when I got a bunch of people who messaged me and ranted to me about their problems, and bless my younger heart, I used to be so touched by it and help them with it, I was like an unpaid therapist, and I never cared about my health, I just wanted to make people who had worse life than mine, get their results before even I did.

I should've told them I can't manifest for them, but that was where the shit and trust issues came from, sadly I got into the trap of (tw) "suicidal" people who claimed they'll off themselves and blame it on me if I don't enter the void for them, saying how they hate their life and everything else and how they want to change everything.

Please.

For the love of god.

I've been there like you and in worse, I stood up, I found the courage to stand up everytime I fell down, everytime, and that happened so much, almost 6 years worth of failure and never once I wanted someone to do it for me, why? Because it's your life my love, please don't think I'm rude or whatnot, I seriously I'm telling you, it's all in your hands.

And yes, of course there are people with far worse conditions and living state than mine, and I'm never blaming anyone to ask for help, but seriously.

To threaten a literal child on a simply happy pink blog telling her to enter the void for them or else? Especially one where she was a little too eager to help? Please, do it on your own as much as we all did on our own, I used to think "why don't bloggers like to manifest for others?".

I understood it after that, the emotional baggage? That was traumatizing for me.

Either way, I also had one of my followers spam follow me on my private Instagram (which I don't know how) and started (tw) a slight talk of let's say, almost grooming.

Thank God it wasn't pictures, I don't know if it is considered that, but is it alright to be told (tw) that they'd like to f#ck me or what not? I'm uncomfortable to go into more details but that was the breaking point for me, seeing almost 40 or something accounts spam messaging my requests no matter how much I block them, kept making more accounts.

I. Was. Horrified.

That's when I snapped, that was my last resort, I hated everything, I hated it all, I blocked all the current accounts, deleted my Instagram account, shut my blog off and started neglecting myself heavily and got back again into a depressing state, where I thought that's it, I'm cursed, wasn't I?

I burnt out so bad.

I genuinely believe it was the worst year of my life, even when I turned 16, everything got wrecked, the life I built and tried to maintain it fell apart, one of my friends backstabbed me so hard, I just gave up on manifesting and the void, which was something I wanted so much every night, wishing or begging anyone listening to help me, scrolling hours in Tumblr trying to find something helpful.

When I turned 17, this was my healing stage.

I may have slight tears in my eye, or I may sound dramatic, but oh god I am so glad to be here where I am now, I love myself, I seriously feel so bad and emotional for my younger self, if only, oh if only I could go back to hug her and tell her to live her teenage life, but I couldn't, I took life too seriously at that time and told myself I was cursed, only in the summer of 2024 I got back to my manifesting mindset, without Tumblr.

At 17, I started fixing myself, I gently loved myself, I started throwing the pedestal of the void away, I treated everything in front of me as a miracle, I loved myself, helped myself, took myself back on my feet and I gave myself time.

Time is something a lot of people here are annoyed by, it does not exist, so why are you bothered to give yourself some of this "nonexistent" time to heal yourself? I know some might say it's hard to love yourself, guys please.

Just love that small part of you that is still standing, that was shown the void and shifting and anything else for a reason, at 17 I started seeing results from everywhere again, I gained popularity, I built myself, I helped myself, trusted the law of assumptions, and my mindset had grown.

Now, I'm healed.

I no longer do this just to "get out of this" or "to escape everything", I do it for myself and because I know I deserve it, I don't place it up, I place it within reach like an apple waiting to be picked.

Everyone reading this, if you have come so far, do not give up, but of course.

It's your choice, no one can beg you to come back to your life, it's your choice my love.

I hope everyone in any situation my deepest and my most tender love to them, wether you're shifting, premashifting, rebuilding yourself with the void, changing everything.

Please thank yourself for staying strong and reaching here for so long, some say they've been doing this for 2 years, some say one.

I went on strong for 6, and I am glad I did, and I realized it all falls in your hands, I could've done it all by the first year, heck, even the first month, so my loves, my last piece of advice:

Love yourself, thank yourself, and ease yourself, let the apple fall, and not your hand that was straining for the apple.

Xoxo. Coco

[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.

[bumbled-bees]

The Impact of Joon's Video

Lily is desperately trying to downplay the impact of Joon’s video, acting like it’s insignificant and hasn’t bothered her at all—but everything she’s doing suggests the complete opposite.

If it truly didn’t matter to her, she wouldn’t be spiraling the way she is. She wouldn’t be lashing out at fans, contradicting herself even more frequently, or making drastic changes to her brand. These are not the actions of someone who isn’t affected.

Her behavior since the video dropped has been more aggressive, more erratic, and more contradictory than ever. She’s always had a habit of lying and rewriting history, but she’s had to work overtime since Joon’s video put everything out in the open.

Her claims that she’s not affected are laughable when:

She keeps talking about it. If it didn’t matter, why even acknowledge it?

She’s losing thousands of subscribers and isn’t gaining any back.

She’s spiraling on streams—being openly hostile toward viewers, snapping at casual fans who don’t fall in line, and exposing more of her real personality to her YouTube audience.

She’s making excuses for every damning claim, but her justifications are getting sloppier and more inconsistent.

She rebranded to CD-Call, acting like this was a planned move, when the timing is extremely suspect.

If anything, Joon’s video has backed her into a corner. Before, she could easily silence critics within her controlled space, but this is too big for her to contain.

The more she claims it doesn’t matter, the more obvious it is that it absolutely does.

Before Joon’s video, Lily was already habitually combative, controlling, and revisionist, but since the video dropped, all of those behaviors have escalated. She’s gotten angrier, more aggressive toward her audience, more hostile toward critics, and more erratic in how she handles her own narratives.

She’s also losing ground. She’s hemorrhaging subs—over 4,000 gone—and her growth has completely stalled. Her audience is shrinking, and for someone who thrives on control and admiration, that’s a nightmare scenario.

If the video really didn’t bother her, she wouldn’t be:

Doubling down on her worst behaviors.

Contradicting herself more than usual.

Going on the defensive constantly.

Acting more hostile toward her own audience.

She’s used to controlling the narrative within her echo chamber, but Joon’s video put everything out into the open for a massive audience—and she can’t control that. And that’s why she’s spiraling.

[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.

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

LUCKITTY-CAT!

❤︎ a multistep guide for adisorn to help you a new cat adjust to their new lifestyle. ❤︎ adisorn moore x gn reader ❤︎ wc: 2k ❤︎ content warning(s): yandere, kidnapping, one (1) mention of blood, petplay (not in the sexual sense)/adisorn treats you like a cat, written before full game release/based on adisorn as portrayed in the free demo ❤︎ adisorn moore is from the game online obsession being developed by sourmiiiilk

Prepare space for the cat beforehand.

This was arguably the easiest step for Adisorn Moore. Thanks to the excuse that he was moving in, no one batted an eye about him buying all sorts of locks, security measures, and a truckload of otherwise pretty suspicious material. He did have to do a couple laps around his new place to decide which of the rooms was best to keep you in.

His bedroom was tempting, but he doubted that he could get much done if he had to potentially fight you each time he wanted to sleep or get a change of clothes. However, he did like the idea of being able to eventually get you into his bedroom, to spend time closer to you and with you. Maybe if you settled in nicely enough, he could use the idea of his warm bed as a potential reward for your good behavior.

The bathroom would be a good choice to ensure that exits and entryways were tightly secured, but he also didn’t want to have to give up the comfort of his bathroom just yet. Besides, the bathroom offered just too many outlets for you to make drastic choices, and he didn’t want you thinking you could take the easy way out after all the hard work he’s put in.

The kitchen was easy to eliminate, so that left Adisorn with his guest bedroom. He didn’t have to do much to prepare the room. A few contractors and a bit of money was all it took to eliminate the single glass window, and a few YouTube tutorials gave him good insight into how to replace the locks on the door. All he had left was to set up some cameras and keep the room’s furnishings to a minimum, and he had the perfect set up for a new cat to pick up.

He doesn’t like that the room looks so barren. It’s the perfect antithesis to just how vibrant and rich you were as a person, but at the same time, Adisorn understands that sometimes he has to take the extremes in order to get what he wants.

He’s sure with time that you’ll come around to understand him.

You always have.

2. Provide enrichment for your cat. 

The first few weeks were the worst. If only you knew how much it broke Adisorn’s heart to have to wear you down like this. He never expected this whole ordeal to be easy, but knowing it and actually carrying the deed out were two completely different things.

You tried every trick in your book to win back your freedom. 

He stood on the other side of the door as you bargained with him. You begged, pleaded, cried, screamed, groveled until your voice went hoarse. Of course, your freedom wasn’t something he was willing to negotiate with you in the first place, but you were desperate. You needed to try everything you knew. Nothing was too sacred or too profane to yell out. Day in and day out, you’d hurl curses and praise at him, trying to find any weak point in his mind to wedge yourself into so that you could somehow do something. Anything. 

You offered up money. You swore that you would never tell the authorities if he just let you go. You threatened him, saying that it was just a matter of time before your family and friends would figure out you had gone missing and then everyone would be hot on his trail.

When that didn’t work, you turned to more physical methods. He could hear you grasping at the walls, slamming your fists against the concrete in hopes of finding a weak point that might let out just enough to let you escape. You’d scratch like a real cat at the door until you’d bleed, evident by the dried crimson droplets Adisorn would discover underneath the crack of your door. You’d fight him whenever he’d come around to let you wash up or to drop off food, biting and screaming and clawing and crying like a wounded animal at death’s doorstep not quite yet ready to have its life snuffed out entirely. 

It wasn’t worth trying to rationalize anything to you at this stage. He just had to wait it out. You were smart, and soon enough, you’d realize that there really was nothing you could do to help yourself. No one was coming to save you, you were too weak to find a way to break out or overpower Adisorn, and all you had left to depend on for your own well-being was him.

Sure, Adisorn was to be feared and hated, but the one thing worse than Adisorn right now was to not even have him at all. The dread would settle in with time, as long hours would net you nothing but a sense of hopelessness that you couldn’t quell on your own. 

And at that point, Adisorn was more than happy to welcome you with open arms and a faux apologetic smile.

After all, even seeing him for a little bit was a big upgrade than being left all alone in a starkly empty room with nothing but your panicked thoughts. 

3. Perform regular grooming and care.

It took him a while to trust you to be left to your own devices. Even with him breaking down your immediate walls, you still had enough fight left in you that he couldn’t fully let his guard down. You would turn anything—from an old toothbrush to a ragged comb—into an opportunity. 

Adisorn detested having to treat you like this. He fell for you because you were so capable and kind, so empathetic of everything he did, so the last thing he wanted to do was strip you down to nothing but a shell of yourself and have to take care of you like you were a doll. It wasn’t an easy line to balance by any means, but with enough trial and error, reward and punishment, he was able to drill some semblance of a routine into you.

You no longer tried to scratch his eyes out whenever he let you out to brush your teeth and wash your face. You no longer tried to twist the towels in the bathroom into something to strangle Adisorn with. You no longer tried to steal the parts of the toilet in hopes of using it as a weapon.

It was almost domestic after a while. You’d stand next to him, eyes bloodshot, and brush your teeth at the same time he did. He always made sure to pick out toothbrushes with your favorite colors, and Adisorn would even ask you every now and then if you wanted him to change the color. 

He did his best to let you out for hygiene at the same time every day, and as the weeks and months bled by, your expressions of rage, disbelief, and disdain quickly turned into that of anticipation and almost a kind of longing. 

Like you had missed his presence.

4. Allow for exploration and play.

How much time had passed since the fateful day that he had snatched you up all for himself? The numbers, the pain, the tears and struggle were nothing now that he had you where he wanted. He could vividly recall the excitement he had felt when he first moved in, scanning his entire apartment to decide where he wanted to keep you and just how good it would feel to slowly open you up to the other sectors of his abode.

And finally, that day came. 

He didn’t miss the way your eyes would widen when you first stepped into his spacious bedroom. Your gaze fell over all of his belongings: his closet filled with all kinds of clothes, a big bed with soft pillows and matching sheets, walls that weren’t a drab shade of soulsucking grey, and the occasional bit of StarBlitz merchandise. 

You must have missed having your own bedroom. Having your own things. Having your own normal life. 

“I figured you were getting lonely in the guest room. And, well, you really aren’t a guest in this house anymore,” Adisorn cracks a bad joke, in hopes of getting a reaction out of you. It’s really a 50-50 as to whether or not you’ll reply to him or treat him to a dose of cold silence, but it’s a gamble he’s willing to take each and every time. 

Your lips tremble as you take a shaky step forward. It reminds of a shy kitten wobbling on its unstable legs as it ventures out into the wide world. 

“It’s so big,” your voice is quiet and weak. Nothing like the strong, lively voice he had gotten used to before he had kidnapped you. “And… it smells like you. There’s so much here.”

“Consider it yours as much as it is mine, snowflake.” A strong hand comes down on your shoulder, pulling you in close to his side. “I’m letting you have this much because you’ve been so obedient lately.”

You look up at him. It’s true that over the long, long course of your imprisonment, Adisorn has taken painstaking measures to ensure that the fight in you has left. You don’t know whether to laugh or be grateful. Having him open his bedroom up to you feels like a mockery, like he’s showing off everything he’s stolen from you and expecting you to fall to his feet and treat him like some merciful god. But at the same time, you, of all people, aren’t in the place to argue. 

Not when you don’t even have any of this in your current room.

“...Thank you, Adi,” your lips move numbly, and the words tumble from your mouth like stones. They weigh against your conscience, as if the admittance of your gratitude was somehow a stain against your soul. “It’s wonderful.”

“You’ll be sharing with me, of course. But y’know, still better than nothing.” He gestures vaguely around the room with his hand. “Sharing a bed is better than sleeping on the cold floor. Getting to pick out your own clothes from my selection is better than you having to wear whatever I get you.”

He pauses, before he peers at you with fond eyes. It takes everything in you not to visibly shudder underneath his touch. It makes your skin crawl to think that at some point in your life you had been foolish enough to trust him, to hold affection for him, to consider him a friend. 

“And above all, you’ll have me to keep you company regularly. You won’t be so alone.”

When did this nightmare start? When had you turned into something so weak and pathetic? At what point had you grown too confident in yourself, to lose sight of the predator lurking at the edges, the lone hungry wolf licking its maw in anticipation for its next meal? 

And at what point did you learn to accept it? His fangs against your body, bleeding you dry of any will to retaliate, are just as sharp as ever, disguised under a screen of generosity in hopes that it could lure you into a sense of security. Maybe Adisorn was never the tough wolf you made him out to be. He never considered this sadistic farce to take place on equal grounds.

In his mind, you needed him. You couldn’t make it out there all on your own. You couldn’t take care of yourself, couldn’t understand the workings of the cruel world evolving around you. You needed someone to guide you in the right direction, to become the guardian angel you didn’t realize you needed, to love you in the way you had once loved him.

You needed him to take care of you. To scoop you up in his arms. To lavish his affection onto. You were never a capable, human counterpart in his eyes. Even from when you first laid eyes on him in your small town, he saw you for who you truly were. No better than a helpless, mewling kitten, calling out to him to be taken, to be loved. 

To be housebroken.

x

[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.

[zsakuva]

What were some valuable lesson(s) you have learned so far throughout your journey as a VA YouTuber? <3

I have learnt multiple lessons since starting my channel, but these are the two biggest ones.

Reaching out: One of them was to not be afraid to reach out to other VAs for collaborations. I was (and still am a little) afraid to put myself out there and ask certain people to be a part of my projects simply because I'm anxious to. I personally love lending my voice to others, but when it comes to my own work, I sometimes have doubts. The worst they can do is say no/not reply, but my brain makes it more than it should be haha. If I didn't make the leap and get out of my comfort zone, I wouldn't have been able to have such wonderful VAs bring my characters to life, so I'm less anxious to reach out now!

Bigger isn't always better: I wish that I could create the stories I see and hear, but sometimes, the grand ideas I have aren't possible (at least with my current time) to make. Plus, the majority of my audience found me through the 10-15 minute boyfriend audios which meant those were fine, and drastically changing content may not be the best idea. I don't need to have them all reach 30 minutes, as sometimes the viewership isn't worth the effort.

[jokeb0i-art]

Oml I’ve been following your blog for YEARS (new blog now, but I’ve been here since 2020 I believe at this point haha), and just got to say I adore your artwork and everything you do - very inspiring art- wise haha. You’re basically what got me into DC lol.

Anyway, do you have any speed paints you could post on tumblr or even just any tips you have on how to draw people/faces? I always try to improve my art and am getting pretty, good, but struggle SO hard with the first sketch when it comes to stylized people and expressions. Any help/tips/pics you can give would be so cool, as I admire your artwork and style so much

nice! can't believe it's been five years since then lol

and here's an old one from my Youtube, though it uses a symmetry tool which I wouldn't use these days

Honestly, faces are one of the hardest things to draw because subtle changes can make a really big difference, it will take you VERY long time to get a good grasp of them, almost as long as it takes to get good at backgrounds, or rendering or anatomy, but it's mostly a balance between rotating a 3D shape (the head), proportions and studying ppl's expressions

my most important notes i'd say are:

1. expressions are never almost never symmetrical, there's usually an eyebrow raised a little more, a slightly lopsided smile, ect. ect. 2. noses are difficult but thankfully not too necessary and will get easier to draw the better you get at art 3. take 3D space into consideration, the tilt of someones head can drastically change how an expression is read 4. dimples, nose wrinkles, crows feet and forehead lines make all the difference when it comes to subtle expressions, don't be afraid to use them even if it seems to age your characters 5. PRACTICE, look at people's faces, examine their emotions, feel how your own face stretches and squishes when it moves, a good example is how Disney and Warner Brothers animators used mirrors to draw expressions, even for characters that looked nothing like themselves:

[lune-moon-nuit]

What’s one moment that made you fully believe in byler?

I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment I had a "revelation." I think it was more of a gradual realization as the series progressed, absorbing information little by little until it all clicked. I remember that my first suspicions about Byler started in season 2, during Mike’s monologue to Will. At that moment, I was watching with a friend who had been following the show since season 1 and knew the whole story. When I asked him, "Are you sure there’s nothing going on between these two?" he chuckled and said, "You’ll see in the next seasons."

What heightened my suspicions was Mike’s change in behavior in season 3. Why would he change so drastically when he supposedly had everything he wanted? His best friend was back and alive, his girlfriend was back and alive, and aside from Bob (rest in peace, hero), his family and friends were all alive and present. So why would he undergo such a negative shift in behavior, making it clear that something was wrong? Because when you’re happy, you don’t exhibit problematic behavior or a drastic personality change to that extent—especially when you originally had a well-liked personality (and no, hormones don’t alter the core of your personality).

What truly confirmed my suspicions were three key moments:

The unreciprocated kiss with El in front of the closet, followed by Hopper’s letter, which reflected Mike’s thoughts at that moment—the same Mike who then hugged his mother, looking completely troubled and confused.

The failed airport hug (which I’ve analyzed in detail here).

The projections of Mike’s feelings in seasons 3 and 4 during his arguments with Will: "It’s not my fault you don’t like girls!" and "We’re friends! WE'RE FRIENDS!"

These three points solidified that Byler wasn’t just an illusion—there was something deeper brewing beneath the surface. And when I watched the rest of season 4, it only made me more and more certain.

In fact, the analyses by LesbianMindFlayer on YouTube made me realize just how much the Duffer Brothers and the entire production team have so much fun crafting the series—and more importantly, how meticulous they are with details, symbols, and clues. I think the first video I watched from her was the breakdown of Suzy’s house, which is literally filled with easter eggs and symbols foreshadowing Byler’s arc and the season’s ending. It’s incredibly amusing to realize just how much the Duffers are putting right under our noses without us noticing.

Ironically, LesbianMindFlayer, along with other Byler theorists and analysts, didn’t convince me of Byler—I already believed in it before. What they did was make me realize just how long Byler has been planned. The only thing they truly convinced me of—something I was unsure about—was the infamous "Is Mike bisexual or gay?" question. And logically, everything points to him being gay.

Think about it: he’s only ever kissed one person in his life—El, his girlfriend. How could he possibly realize that he also likes boys without ever kissing a boy? His realization at the end of season 3, when El kisses him, is that he feels nothing—not because of some complex emotions, but because he simply isn’t attracted to girls.

So no, there wasn’t a single moment where I went, "Wait, Byler is a thing??"—it was more like a gradual accumulation of questions and suspicions, stacking up over time until the pile became too massive to ignore:

"This platonic monologue to pull him out of possession is extremely intimate, emotional, and even romantic—wow."

"Why does Mike seem just as disappointed as Dustin when he sees Will dancing with the girl when he basically forced him to accept her invitation?"

"Why does Mike pull El’s hands off his face when they kiss?"

"Why is Mike acting like a completely different person?"

"Why does Mike seem more annoyed that El dumped him rather than actually sad?"

"Why is the argument with Will so much more dramatic and emotional than the breakup with El?"

"So Mike crosses a literal storm to beg for Will’s forgiveness but couldn’t do the same for his girlfriend instead of sulking?"

"So his girlfriend, who broke up with him three months earlier—whom he spent an entire episode complaining about purely out of frustration, whom he impulsively declared ‘I love her and can’t lose her again’—tells him she heard him say that, tells him she loves him too, kisses him, and his reaction is: 1. denying he even said it and downplaying it, 2. keeping his eyes open the entire time, 3. not reciprocating the kiss, 4. standing completely still without moving a muscle, 5. looking utterly blank with no facial reaction, no smile, no words when El looks at him post-kiss, 6. all of this happening in Will’s bedroom, right in front of an open closet, 7. right after a scene where Mike was beaming with joy when Will told him he wouldn’t play with anyone else but him?"

I won’t list everything, but you get the idea. When you stack it all up, it creates a tower of clues and questions taller than the Eiffel Tower. At this point, the only thing missing is Mike confirming it from his perspective in season 5, so that the slow audience—blinded by heteronormativity—and the homophobic, dishonest fans can finally admit the truth.

Moreover, Mike's homosexuality and his feelings for Will are the only logical explanations for his drastic change in seasons 3 and 4, which made him so "hated" by the audience because they no longer recognized or understood him. If Byler is endgame, the writers will have crafted an excellent slow-burn love story that successfully misled the audience’s instincts while placing all the clues right before their eyes—they only needed to observe and ask the right questions. In that case, Mike will have one of the most complex and fascinating identity arcs in the show.

However, if Byler doesn’t happen, Mike will be the greatest case of character assassination ever seen. He would become the worst-written character in television history and go down as one of the most hated, right alongside Rachel Berry. And honestly, I highly doubt that the Duffer brothers—who gave us the best character development ever with Steve Harrington—would destroy Mike Wheeler, who was the main character in the early seasons, who is Will’s best friend, and who happens to be the boy that Will, the central and most important character of season 5, is in love with (and the brothers and Finn have said several times that Mike, the heart, is going to become the leader he was in season 1 again, and they made it clear to us that watching season 1 and 2 for season 5 would be good). The Duffers have structured the story in a way that makes the audience root for Will’s happiness, and the only way he can truly be happy is if he is loved in return.

[are-you-still-writing-that]

Yandere!Sanzu - Final Timeline

This took me a moment, when I finally sat down to look at this idea! Especially because the final future timeline is a single chapter, where we only get a few glimpses at Sanzu and the knowledge what he does for work – which is not a lot...

Still I tried my best:

Final Future Yandere Sanzu Headcanons

I do believe, that while this Sanzu has lived through less trauma than before, many of his core characteristics would stay the same in the end. He is still Sanzu after all. He still has the personality – and with that the violence – needed to make it in a gang.

His image is what changed drastically. He is more grounded in his familial relations, as he works with his sister and his brother is still part of his life. Something, that will make him less likely to go off the deep end immediately – though he is still capable of that.

Sanzu would still be incredibly possessive, while being disturbingly affectionate, but you would be spared the blood dripping from his hands. He stays manipulative and someone that regularly considers a murder-suicide, if he gets the feeling that it would be the only way that he can have you.

It starts innocently enough and if you ever knew what would follow, you would have never hit play.

You have been seeing the two siblings more often on your YouTube page. Every now and then they would pop up and one day you simply decided „Why not“. It´s not like you had anything better to do at the moment and with how often they had already popped up, they seemed to be pretty popular.

That was your first mistake:

An hour and three other videos later, you are still absorbed in the videos by these siblings. They are kinda funny, a bit strange, yes – but pretty enough that it didn´t bother you too much.

It doesn´t take long, till you started to comment on their page. Over and over again. You didn´t expect a response from them; they must get thousands of comments every day and yet...

He somehow notices you anyway and sends you a message in return

Here you make mistake number two:

You answer. He is even weirder than you expected. Charming, but you aren´t quite sure if some of his more violent and vicious remarks are truly jokes or something he actually means. (He does mean them. You learn that much later. When it´s already too late.)

You might be becoming something akin to friends. You write each other for weeks. Exchanging little titbits about each others life. (You never learn that he made a note of everything.) Playfully complaining about one thing or the other. You get comfortable with him and so think nothing of it, when he asks to meet up.

Your next mistake:

You agree. (You will repeat this mistake over and over again.) You set up a date with him, and no matter how strange it was you somehow decide not to ghost him. (It´s the last mistake you ever make)

He is... charming, you think. Strange. But polite. You didn´t think it was possible that he would be even prettier in real life, but he somehow is...

The conversation flows easily, every time you stumble he picks it back up again like it´s nothing. It is incredible easy to talk to him. Far easier than you ever imagined

Before you know it, he has you wrapped around his finger

With glee you agree to meet him again, hope that this connection you felt to him wasn´t just one-sided, and anticipate the next date with a nervous jitter

When he asks you out, again and again, it only feels natural to agree

Your very last mistake is one you already made:

Later, when you got comfortable meeting him, he pulls you in front of the camera. He is, or at least he seems to be, flustered to put you on the spot like this, but you agree. Wave off his worries. What is the worst that could happen by appearing in his videos?

People. Attention. His fame. But mostly people. That is the worst that could happen.

They notice you far too clearly. Point out every little flaw and mistake. Your every insecurity. At first only online – one terrifying day, on the street as well

Your face is suddenly known and whispers seem to follow you. They found first your accounts and then your address.

It´s a hard time for you, but through it all one man never leaves your side. He stands by you. Privately and publicly. He wipes the tears from your face and you never quite notice how heavily he blushes when you cry.

Sanzu is perfect in your eyes. Your knight in shining amour, who consoles you, comforts you and defends you.

There is no way for you to run now:

You can´t leave him without people judging you harshly – even more so, than they already do

No matter where you go, eyes seem to follow you

You feel the pressure that is constricting your ever move – and it scares you. He doesn´t seem to feel it and when you complain, he simply smiles

It is while you talk about the attention and how you believe that you should maybe stop seeing him for a while – just as long as it takes to calm his fans back down, that he moves

The pocket knife he pulled is just resting on your throat and he is smiling

„If you ever even think about walking away from me I will first kill you and then myself. Do you understand, darling?“

He muses about it with a dreamy smile, how cute it would be for the two of you to die together. He grins at you as if you would agree.

After a moment of tense silence, you do.

It is the only thing you can do

He uses his fame to draw you in and then shares it with you, simply to isolate you from the rest.

Neither of his siblings care to stop him and it´s not like they think that well of you either

Sanzu appears terribly in love to them, and you just seem jealous of him

They won´t step in. Mainly, because they simply do not believe you.

You are on your own here. And you simply made one mistake after the other, without realizing it.

[askhezureviews]

We will all know your thoughts on season 2 of HB soon. I don’t know if you waiting was in response to people saying”you have to wait to see the whole season before judging it” but do you think there’s any ever case where this could apply to reviews?

Actually, that is typically what I prefer to do. I like to binge watch media to their completion for a more rounded review. I know my 45+ min videos are annoying to most, I can't blame them since I too have a short attention span- as well as a terrible tendency to waste half the review summarizing the plot (I'm working on fixing that for my future reviews, apologies for that) but I typically prefer to judge things on an overall basis rather than part 1, part 2, episode 12, season 3, season 6- simply for the sake of video cleanliness. The phrase of "wait until it finishes before judging" is a major player for all media. Absolutely the case with Arcane, because season 2 they had an unreliable narrator as well as a structure designed to withhold information from the audience.

The Owl House and Steven Universe didn't actually even... start their plots until their second seasons, they had a very slow start.

I'm also gonna wait for more episodes of Monkey Wrench and The Amazing Digital Circus before making a youtube review, since they're still pretty early on in production. There's a lot of character information and plot we simply do not have yet- regardless, I'm loving what I'm seeing thus far.

The reason I made an exception for Helluva Boss: They already had at least one season established, and episode 1 of season 2 completely changed the storyline season 1 was heading for. You could see an immediate change in storytelling and pacing due to the fact that the writer changed, as well as the show's priorities shifting to focus on the ship pandering.

If I had been watching Tangled the series in real time, I probably would have also made an exception video regarding Cassandra's villain arc immediately because the set up for that was nonsensical, and true to the start, it remained nonsensical to the end of the show. Helluva Boss had problems before, but the comedy genre allowed wiggle room for making mistakes because it didn't take itself seriously. But now that it has dedicated itself as a romantic drama, investing in character angst and connections, it starts dragging on as plotline traumas start repeating and becoming more dramatic. It is now taking itself too seriously.

Changing Stolitz from a business partners with benefits to childhood friend soulmates was a red flag that stood out to me, because this decision changed the trajectory of the show and omit our characters from any wrongdoing. I've never seen a show flatten their characters like pancakes in a single episode before, it was astonishing.

While some of Helluva Boss's season 2 episodes managed to redeem some nice writing or character moments, regardless, this season has continued to end all stakes for our characters through plot armor as well as humiliating the villains they introduced in season 1.

If you have at least one established season for your show, and your writing suddenly: 1. Drastically changes prior interaction & depth of characters 2. Changes the show's trajectory, focus, and genre 3. Presents the above in a nonsensical manner / no believable set up Then that's a red flag to indicate the show is gonna go down hill, as previous fans are now left confused to the sudden change. There's a high probability you'll lose views/support/money because of these changes. While the show may attempt to backtrack in later episodes, as Helluva Boss has, this creates a separate problem of contradicting itself, leaving the audience confused as to how they're meant to interpret these scenes as the tone flip flops every other episode. (and actually leads to more fandom drama)

I've been waiting for season 2 to end because the initial plot change shock was over, as they continued to double down on their decision. As well as my realization that a different writer was actually now on board, which explained a lot. Thus, I want to go back and review Helluva Boss season 1 and season 2 as a whole instead of the episode reviews I was doing, to help put things into perspective for people and actually get to talk about what Helluva Boss did right so I can lead into where it went wrong.

[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.