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happy 17th anniversary to the insanity that was the 2007 hungarian gp featuring:
1. lewis sabatoging fernando by exiting the pits first thus taking the optimum fuel strategy that was supose to be fernando's. (details: basically at the time the amount of fuel you started with in q3 would be how much you started the race with so drivers would do a set number of fuel burning laps to achieve optimum times, however drivers can't be on the same fiel strategy as that would require double stacking during the race so mclaren alternated which driver had the optimum strategy. mclaren policy was to give drivers the same fuel load and give one the advantage by letting them out first thus giving them more fuel burn laps and a lighter fuel load for their fast lap. Hungary was suppse to be fernando's turn however lewis disobeyed team orders and left the pits ahead of fernando)
2. fernando getting back at lewis by holding up his pit stop so he couldn't set his final quali lap
3.fernando getting a 5 place grid penelty then trying to BLACKMAIL ron denis into sabatoging lewis' race by threatening to expose spygate emails, specifically he wanted mclaren to cause lewis to run out of fuel mid race
4.ron denis tries to stop fernando from driving in the race entirely and calls the fia presidant max mosley telling him what happened, mosley then tells ron denis not to pull fernando from the race
5.after the race mosley launched a second spygate investigation and demanded access to all of mclaren's emails BUT this was not because ron dennis called him as he already knew about the spygate emails cause fernando told flavio briatore (crashgate guy. also why am i not suprised) who told bernie eccelstein who told mosley
6.also lewis lead every single lap of the race (sorry nando karma's a bitch)
anyways these guys were actually feral teammates and bald lewis may have been a little evil
tldr: lewis sabatoged nando so nando sabatoged him back but then was punished for it so he tried to blackmail ron dennis into sabatoging lewis which almost got him pulled from the race
ttldr: nando tried to blackmail ron denis during the 2007 hungarian gp
source is this bbc article
#lewis hamilton#f1#formula 1#fernando alonso#ron dennis#spygate#hungarian gp#hungarian gp 2024#hungarian gp 2007#rookie lewis was also a menace#fernando alonso might be evil but i still love him#supporting fernandos right and more importantly his wrongs#mclaren f1#lh44#fa14#also i don't proof read my posts#can you tell yet
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this is let grief do its work, a fic (currently unedited rip) I started as a kind of sister fic to hand on my stupid heart, another fic I'd written earlier and uh. yeah. you guessed it. haven't finished. I'm working on this on the side, Flying Over the Pit of Death + its sister fic & my original novels being my main focuses right now. I will most likely continue lgdiw sometime in the future, it just isn't my main priority. Like all of my fics, this idea is free for anyone to take & run with. if/when I finish this fic, the edited version will go on ao3. For context: this is just a prologue of sorts, depicting vaguely what is happening on the human side of the Portal the month after the Accident. On Danny's side, he's been chillin' in the Ghost Zone, where he ended up after half-dying, believing he's fully dead (he's not) & only realized he's still alive after it was too late for him to tell everyone what happened cuz like, awkward & embarrassing lol. HOMSH takes place a year later, when things come to a head. I feel it's important to reiterate that, although Danny isn't actually dead, the characters think he is & act accordingly. okay author's infodump note complete, fic under a readmore
“when they first go, let yourself think every selfish, no-good, dirty, angry, filthy, horrible thought. let the waves of anger wash through you. let grief do its work.” ーCaitlyn Siehl; Grief Counseling
On the first day, Sam had thought that, maybe, Danny was just busyーtoo busy to answer their texts, and their calls, and everything else. But then Tucker called her. It was a horrible game of telephone at first. Danny’s parents told Jazz, who told Tucker, who told Sam, and that’s how the communication went for two days until she and Tuck had enough.
They went to FentonWorks, the big, ugly building on the corner of Mockingbird and Cedar, and were surprised to find no one home at all. Not even Jazz. And, for the first time since they’d known the Fentons, the doors were locked. And when they tried to talk to Jazz later, they would find that they’ve officially filed a police report.
ー
Danny Fenton is missing. The last time Sam talked to him she was making fun of him, for being too scared to go check out the Fentons’ new Ghost Portal. She knew he was freaked out by stuff like thatーby ghosts. Now she doesn’t know if she’ll ever see him again.
There’s just no way. He can’t be gone. She literally saw him on Saturday. His empty seat in homeroom on the first day of school is the thing that does it. There’s this gap in the desks where he should be, but he’s not. Like he’s already haunting her.
It makes her sick. Everythingーeverything in her head, everything she knows. Despite what Dash and his asshole friends say, Danny wouldn’t run away. And the longer a person is missing, the more likely it is that they’reー
Sam doesn’t wait for the bell. She leaves Tucker in homeroom, goes straight to the bathroom, and wipes her face down in the sink, water turning black. Suddenly, everything macabre, everything dark and creepyーit just disgusts her.
She goes home early. No one even says anything, not the school, not her parents, not Tucker. Alone in her room, Sam starts to shake. She sobs once, something seething just under her skin. She stalks over to the wall where most of her horror movie posters are taped and starts tearing them down, one by one.
ー
Danny Fenton has been missing for a week, and Tucker, staring at the sweater his best friend forgot at his house, laid across his computer chair, thinks he’s starting to feel it.
Opening his phone, he feels it again. Looking at his texts, he feels it again, and again, and again.
Saturday • 4:47 p.m. Danny Phantom: xD Danny Phantom: not playing tonight, ghost portal opening night 👻 Danny Phantom: can play tmrw tho Too Fine: hell ya txt u then Danny Phantom: 👍 Sunday • 10:20 a.m. Too Fine: yo still up 4 doomed Too Fine: dued Too Fine: dude* Too Fine: you there Sunday • 10:21 a.m. Too Fine: txt me when you wanna play Sunday • 11:58 a.m. Too Fine: you up?
Tucker lets his phone fall on his bed. He doesn’t bother checking in with Sam. She’s been out of school and ignoring him for the last three days. It’s almost been a week sinceー
He gets up and stumbles to his chair. He sits down, careful not to mess up Danny’s NASA hoodie. Tucker turns on his desktop, types in his password, checks his emails. He messes around for as long as he can before he literally cannot take it anymore. He just can’t ignore it.
God. His best friend is gone. Is he coming back? Is heー
It’s like something inside his chest cracks. Without thinking, he pulls the NASA hoodie into his lap, and then over his head. It’s been here too long. It still has that smell of ozone and copper on it, though.
Tucker leans back in his chair and stares at the wall.
ー
Danny was home. That’s the thing. The last time Jazz saw him, he was inside the house, and she never saw him leave. He must have, at some point. She has no idea why, or for what, but he must have. It’s the only rational explanation. Danny left. Something happened. He never came home.
She feels the panic rising, gripping her throat again. She puts the candle down on the bleachers. Wipes her face. Whoever is speaking to the crowd of students holding vigil is a mess of white noise in her ears. It doesn’t help. It should and it doesn’t. A lot of things are the opposite of what Jazz knowsーthought they are.
She almost wishes it had just happened at home, been a little less drawn out.
As soon as it pops into her head, she feels sick, disgusted at herself.
But no one goes missing this long and lives. A very small percentage do. And if it had been some accident in the lab, like she always feared would happen, at least they’d have a body to mourn. At least they would know.
ー
Sam’s parents pretend they aren’t happy. They have to look worried, grieving, because what would the neighbours think if they didn’t? She can see through it, unlike them. They always hated the Fentons. They always hated Danny. They always hated Sam’s fascination with the macabre.
Well. They got what they wanted.
It’s like he’s in everything. She isn’t even looking for him, and he’s still there, still everywhereー
Sam rubs her eyes on her sleeve before she can properly cry. There’s no body. He could still come back. A month is a lot, but he could stillーhe could show up. Someone could find him alive. He could be alive.
Her parents look at her from across the lavish, stupidly large, solid wood table. She should know what type of wood it is but it’s like the information is behind a fogbank. She can see the silhouette. She just can’t make it out. Mom places her cutlery down neatly, dabs her mouth with a cloth napkin, and clears her throat.
“Sammy-kins…” She starts, and the rage inside Sam bubbles up like lava bursting through rock. “There’s been… We…”
She looks to the side for help, from dad. He looks incredibly awkward for a moment before turning to Sam with an expression she hasn’t seen since grandpa died.
“Saman… Sam.” He says, simply, slowly, and the lava in Sam’s gut turns cold, and heavy. “They’ve found evidence that has given them reasons to believe that… your friend is gone.” He’s never spoken this softly. Ever. His voice is barely audible above the blood rushing in her ears. “They’ve called off the search.”
ー
Tucker didn’t expect nightmares. He wakes up and he panic-cries into his pillow and hopes to whatever god or deity is listening that ghosts in dreams aren’t real. He can’t explain the fear. Everything is incredibly normal, more normal than his dreams ever have been, and then Danny walks in.
He would give anything for this to happen, right now, in real life. He’s afraid, though. In his dreams, a sheer terror overcomes him. He can’t get away fast enough. He can still hear his own voice echoing in his head. “You’re dead! You’re dead!”
It’s a wrongness he can’t quite graspーor doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to be afraid of his best friend. Tucker wants him back so badly. But his brain knows the truth, even if Tuck is digging his heels in and refusing to budge.
Someone knocks on his door, and he tenses.
“Tucker, sweetie? It’s…” Mom takes a deep breath. “It’s time to go.”
He grits his teeth and shoves his face into his pillow so hard he can’t get air. He stays like this until he can’t. He gets up.
Tucker walks across the floor like a zombie, barely aware of what he’s even doing. He manages to put on the suit his mom put out for him yesterday, and goes downstairs. He refuses breakfast. The three of themーmom, dad, Tuckerーgo out to the car, and drive to his best friend’s funeral.
ー
Jazz stares at the closed casket. There’s a pair of police officers out of uniform, or maybe detectives, standing in the corner by the photo album laid out on a table looking haunted. Aunt Alicia, uncharacteristically wearing a plain, black dress, sits with mom and dad at the other side of the room. Jazz stares at the casket and she tries to imagine that it’s not empty. That it isn’t making her scream inside with the frustration of it all. Her baby brother is gone. They couldn’t even find him. And probably never will. Because that’s how these things end.
Tucker walks into the room. Dark bags circle his unfocused eyes. His parents are right behind him, his father’s hand on his shoulder. Tucker looks at the casket. He turns away, catching sight of Jazz, and when his parents break off to meet hers, Tucker walks over.
He picks at his sleeves. Says nothing. Jazz tries to pick at the grief counseling she knows she’s studied for fun, but finds herself falling short.
She doesn’t see Sam or Mr. and Mrs. Manson walk in, but suddenly they’re there as well, smiling tightly and giving their condolences to Jazz’s parents. Sam doesn’t walk over. She stands in a corner and stares at a wall with purpose.
Jazz breathes slowly, willing her heart to stop pounding. She counts the stages she can see in front of her.
Too much Acceptance, all from strangers who never even knew him personally. She glances at Dash Baxter, tugging on his tie and looking annoyed. She can feel Anger in her. But also Denial. Bargaining. Depression.
And somehow, Acceptance, too.
They’re not stages. She never really got that before. You feel them all at once, all the time, and they don’t go away. The intensity changes, turning from a background hum to bright bursts of emotion at any little reminder.
She looks at Tucker out of the corner of her eye. She wonders if he’s feeling that way too. Being bombarded by the stages of grief in a way no one prepared them for. Is this why mom and dad never let them get any pets? Besides Danny’s gerbil, which promptly disappeared before she could even get used to the rodent’s smell. What happened to it? Was it rehomed, or is its body still somewhere around the house, unfound, unlooked for?
The stages start over, skipping between Depression, Anger, Denial, the emotions falling over themselves. She wished the cops would leave.
Not soon enough, it’s over. The funeral home employees usher them out, the rooms and halls now empty. The drive home is simultaneously the longest and shortest ever. She stares up at the brick and all she wants to do is sleep. She heads inside intending to do just that.
She takes her shoes off at the door. Mom and dad take off their jacks and move to settle in the living room. Mom is holding a tissue to her eye. Jazz hesitates for just a moment.
Should she do something? She feels like she should do something, anything. She wants to suggest therapy. She’s afraid to open her mouth, though. Jazz can feel the blame on the back of her tongue, ready to spill out. That would be the worst thing for her to do, and she doesn’t know if she has the strength to hold it back, because for fucks sake, if they just watched their children, this wouldn’t have happened.
Jazz turns to the stairs and starts climbing them. She doesn’t get halfway before she’s blinded by drywall dust and knocked off her feet.
#Danny Phantom#Let Grief Do Its Work#i'm surprised the format stayed. i literally just copy pasted the whole thing#me remembering The Gerbil: ohoho yes i can use this for evil purposes#btw this series (extended HOMSH universe) is like. supposed to be funny#but i also was literally so depressed at the time it ended up hella depressing. i don't like. remember anything from that year#HOMSH was a vent fic & then i promptly forgot it existed til i rediscovered it like 4 months later just after the 1st anniversary of. yeah.#i literally have no memory of writing it at all. it was literally like reading someone else's work#i vaguely remember figuring out the panic attack chapter but that's literally it#every time i reread it it's like. an all night affair. i put on Implode Alright by Built by Snow & read it til dawn#& it's funny. but also it's like. yeah. that's uh. that's where my mind was. & it's the only proof i have that i was even alive that year#dont worry i was pulled out of my severe depressive episode a year later when a kitten ran out of the woods & attacked me & stole my hotdog#i still have that half feral kitten. he's a lot bigger now & much more of a baby (only with me apparently though)#he even lets me pick him up without severely injuring me#i should just post HOMSH actually. it's unfinished but like. maybe that'll make me want to#posted this & then immediately got hit with the fanfic author's curse. uh. all my shit might get postponed
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Jak ostatnie dni | Shane x nb!Farmer
Shane wasn't it the best mood right now. It has been raining for three days, which meant that the summer was about to end. That meant he had to get back to working even more than full time. Yoba, he's gonna miss having more time to spend with Jas or sloping around the house. As he was walking by Emily's house, someone ran past him almost pushing him down. He yelped but easily steadied himself.
The person slowed down a bit and turned his head around. "Sorry!" And with that they bolted again towards the staircase by the clinic. Ah yes. The new comer. Marvin, or something. They've been living on the old farm for almost half a year now. They were quite a wierdo, in Shane's opinion.
From what he heard from Marnie, they hadn't been socialising at all with anyone. They only talked to Pierre, Robin and her in matters of buissenes. All other interacctions were shot down with them telling how busy they are.
Looking at it from Shane's perspective, he wouldn't fucking care if they didn't almost crash into him. He frowned and yelled at their back. "Watch out, douchebag!" They didn't even look back at him when they dissapeared behind the building.
Shane shook his head and slowly continued forward. As much as he hated his work, he needed the money. He looked at his feet and kicked the pebbles laying on his way. He was already soaked and battered. Shane couldn't wait for visit in the saloon after his shift. He wondered whether he should get himself beer or beer. Tough question, he said to himself trying to light up a bit.
It wasn't a long time before he was by Pierre's store. Shane stopped by the board and looked at the news. It was 26th day of the month, which truly meant only three days and ofically the autumn would start. He sighed and continued onwards.
Shane barely stepped out behind the store when he heard someone shout out "Look out!" and something crashed at him with full strenght. He automatically shut his eyes and grabbed the mass. They fell to the ground.
Shane grunted in pain and opened his eyes to see who was so careless. The problem was, that all he saw was white. At that moment Shane was almost sure that he was left blind by the accident, untill the whiteness got creased and moved with the huff of the person on top of him. As Shane was about to move, a mixture of a few scents hit him hard enough to left him stunned for a bit. He smelled the younggrass, a bit of the salty ocean breeze and, the most impactful, the scent of the ground after a storm. Those scents mixed with the smell of the rain on the concrete messed with his senses. A few second passed before he noticed that the person rolled off him to the side and that the smell was gone.
"Oh shit, are you alright?" The person was now kneeling over him. Shane looked over them. Of course it was the new farmer who could be running around so carelessly at this time. As he tried to sat up, they grabbed his arm and steadily helped him up. The scent hit him again and he couldn't help himself but look the newcomer up and down. They were quite young, probably still in their twenties. They had tanned skin, longer dark purple hair and big hypnotizing lavender eyes. He could swear that they almost glowed in the gray of the day. They wore a white shirt under brown jacket and jeans.
"Maybe we should go to the clinic? I think the doctor will take us in if I tell him what happened." The farmer was getting worried over the lack of any response from the man. Shane imidiately shook off the wierd feelings and shot up to his legs.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Running around, not even looking if there is anyone around you!" Shane scolded the kneeling person. "What if it was Evelyn that you crashed into? She wouldn't be able to just shake it off like me!" He grabbed his head and looked impatiently at the farmer.
They looked at him, their mouth open as if in disbelief that Shane could become so angry. They stood up and brushed off some dirt from their wet pants. They looked sheepishly at Shane and quietly responded.
"I am really sorry. You're usually over the bridge by now and there is no one expect the old lady that would be coming out in a few minutes..." They fiddeled with their fingers anxiously. "But I usually manage to get around here in between of you two walking. It's just that my dog managed to run away and went into the woods in the morning. He didn't get far but made me just enough late to throw me off the rythm... And then you were a bit late to pass the store which I didn't foresee. And I am really sorry about that." They rambled.
Shane shook his head and looked him up and down again, this time putting some disapointement behind it. They were a bit taller than him, but only by a centimeter or so. "Just don't let it happen again, okay?" He felt a bit sorry for the farmer. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he woke up and Charlie endes up missing.
The farmer smiled at him brighly and extended their hand towards him. "For sure." Shane grabbed their hand in an awkward handshake. "I'm Marley, by the way." They introduced themselfves. "Hope we could have met up in a different scenario." They laughed lightly.
"Shane." With that he let go of their hand. They smiled awkwardly at him again. But within a second their face got worried and they were again rushing towards the beach.
"I'm sorry, I have to go now." They called after him. "See you around!" And they were gone.
Shane stood there in shock. But as the nine has struck on the mayor's house clock, Shane was pulled back from his thoughts. He's late to his shift, fuck. He ran to the jojamarkt, cussing at the weather, his boss, and the strangely captivating farmer.
Later that day, Shane dropped a whole package of soup when he realized that Marley smellt like everything he loved about summer. Morris did cut his pay from this incident.
#fun fact: Marleys name was randomly generated#I'm writing this because I fucking live laugh love Shane#and I really like the character I made on my new world#aaand because I really don't want to write my actual essay#sdv#sdv shane#shane x farmer#they look BasicTM but I love them and maybe post a screenshot where their eyes ACTUALLY FUCKING GLOW IN THE DARK#i'm walking around unlit farm and it's pure darkness except for two fucking rectangles#the title is from deszcz na betonie by taco hemingway#my favourite polish rapper#and i also didn't proof read this so i'm sure theres gonna be a milion of spelling mistakes
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The pain of loving women with what's typically considered by the wider media "boyish/manish" body types is the neverending cycle of seeing some art or a comic or an anime screenshot and going "GIRL? 👀" only to immediately realize that no that's a whole ass man somehow. boo.
SIGH I am. Starving.
(the joy of going "GIRL? 👀" and actually being right (or right-ish, nonbinary lesbians ayo) and then immediately subscribing to the artist while doing a happy little dance is something I treasure very much)
#if there's any proof to be had that attraction is not simply a physical thing#then consider the fact that you could put a 'boyish' person in front of me#and if you tell me that's a woman* I'll go feral but if you tell me that's a man I'll lose interest in milliseconds#and not out of some principle! I just stop feeling it lol#anyway this post is prompted by me seeing a fanart full of what looks like my ideal women and then immediately seeing the caption. boys.#tragedy!#also twice already I've started reading what looked like sapphic webcomics only to realize that one of them is a man#gaaah#it's kinda easier with the fat butch types 'cause like. let's be honest people don't draw many fat men with a fashion like that either#but my favorite type are the tall lanky ones and like. Good luck me#(mind you I am not a chaser - been simping after women like that since before I knew what trans meant - I just got taste okay)
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sorry but this is one of the dumbest things anyone has ever said to me
#ok so i was on my depressive shit today and i was talking abt how i saw a group of friends out today#and one of them hung back and took a picture of the others#and how i generally think those candid picture people post on instagram or whatever are bullshit but this was obviously real#like she was having a good time and she thought her friends looked cute and she wanted to immortalise the moment so she took a photo#and how i feel like because nobody ever does that for me my brain tells me that nobody likes me that much#and this person responded with this long message abt how lots of people don't want candid pictures because they might be unflattering#or because it's rude to take pictures or that they're lost in the moment and don't think abt taking pics (which is a fair point)#and then. this point??? which just???#aside from completely ignoring the thing i was upset about it's just obviously bullshit#and actually specifically contradicts something i said about how my brain forgets that people care about me unless i have proof#(e.g. photos messages souvenirs from trips together) that i can actually hold in my hands when they're not there#to remind myself that i am loved? like that was something i specifically said and she just responds with this?#i know i'm overreacting and she was intending to make me feel better but it's actually annoyed me#also i replied and she left me on read#just ignore me i'm ranting and i know i'm insane and unreasonable#🧃
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Ohhh that is so interesting, and something I haven't even considered before!! But you're right, the way we get Opportunist in TPATD is completely different from how we usually get him. Opportunist is our self-preservation at the expense of others, or at least, that's what he usually is. I think we can look at the reasons behind his 'betrayal' in two ways.
We can confidently say that certain voices act differently depending on the route (Tower!Broken and Cage!Broken, HEA!Smitten and Thorn!Smitten, Cage!Skeptic and EOTN!Skeptic, etc.), and that can mean that A) a voice's personality and role changes depending on the way it was formed, fundamentally changing the voice itself(as in, if you were to put Thorn!Smitten in HEA, he would act differently as to how he would normally), or B) a voice, much like a person, would behave differently in different circumstances(as in, If the Princess previously didn't display how powerful she is over us, why would Broken have a reason to submit to her in The Cage? To him, we're on the same level, so he leans more towards an empathetic reading of the situation, as opposed to his behavior in The Tower.)
And that brings us back to Oppy. In both of those readings, his behavior makes sense.
If we go with the first, then by killing ourself, we practically removed a part of him that cares for our survival. This very much creates an Opportunist at his very worst, Opportunist that would choose to hurt others over his own survival, that only knows how to hurt, that revels in hurting. Usually, he seeks power as a way to find safety, to make sure that no one can get to him. But in The Spectre, you aren't in any danger. The Narrator is clearly not powerful enough to stop you, and you can just walk out completely fine, but you choose to slay yourself just to hurt her again, just to display your power over her. And so this Opportunist is a direct reflection of your actions.
And if we go with the 2nd reading, and think of Oppy as an individual entity with his own stable set of morals and a sense of personhood, well. He's self-preservation that appeared in response to our lack there of. By slaying ourself, we effectively proved that we do not act in our best interest; and in this case, 'our' includes all the voices as well.
Opportunist loves to think of himself, TLQ, and the voices as a 'team'. In The Wraith he goes out of his way to make sure that all of them get a good position, even though he doesn't have to. It would be much easier to differentiate himself from the rest, but he doesn't. This community-driven mindset exists as a safety feature. If you're one of the little guys, you have much better chances to get what you want if you unite into one big group(His voice counterpart, Hunted, seems to operate on a similar mindset, though much more literal-survival-driven, and mayhaps more genuine, as opposed to Opportunist's social and detached).
That's why TLQ's actions in 'The Spectre -> The Princess and The Dragon' lead Opportunist to the 'natural' conclusion that They're no longer on the 'team'. First, they hurt themselves just to spite the Princess, then they completely disappear off the radar, and THEN it turns out they were just. Chilling. With said Princess. In Her head??? The Princess in that route is very much an 'other', and anyone who is an 'other' is defaulted as a potential threat in Oppy's eyes. TLQ is aligning themselves(willingly or not) with an enemy. And said actions also make TLQ too unpredictable for Opportunist to confidently stand by them. It's much safer to just get rid of this 'decider' that constantly shifts the board and puts the whole team in danger.
None of this is to necessarily excuse the little rat's actions, by the way. He's literally the worst person ever in TPATD(and in most of the routes he's in tbh,,) but his actions do have explanations and I do genuinely think he has a potential for growth. Everyone has.
holy shitballs I think I just noticed why the opportunist is so willing to kill us during patd. it's not just because he's a piece of shit and an absolute bastard /pos so the moment he gets access to the driver's seat he will backstab us immediately (or maybe it is that idk)
something to note is that despite the differences in each variation, opportunist is still a "survival" voice. this is a consistent trait of his across all routes. in the witch he straight up admits he's a compulsive backstabber because "it's how we survive", during the wraith he is DESPERATE to get on the princess' good side, and in a certain way in hea he doesn't want the lights to go out and insists we're happy, which you could see as a version of wanting to survive. in the wild everyone's sort of the same though so idk much about that one. anyways, the point is... it seemed a little out of character for him, because he's trying to get *us* to survive, not just him, since we're technically one. so why the hell would he turn on us? then it hit me:
it's because we were willing to kill ourselves if it meant killing the spectre too. our life was never a priority in our eyes. we took the chance we got and us dying alongside her wasn't important at all.
#hope you don't mind me being insane about my blorbo </3#he's just soooo interesting#I'm such an oppy-head it's embarrassing#i promise I love all the characters in this game#he's just. UGHHH I CAN'T HELP IT HE'S SUCH A SCRAWNY LITTLE SHIT#someone hit me with a brick pls#thank you poli for proof reading the post and giving me the courage to post this </3#slay the princess#stp analysis#stp voice of the opportunist#stp the princess and the dragon#it's so obvious which theory i like more btw sjdhjejsufiwj#i just love looking at voices as like. individuals. rather than just parts of tlq.#like they're def still parts of them and represent what they're feeling#but also they have feelings of their own!!#their feelings are theirs and they don't always align with tlq!!
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i'm writing again!! this is crazy to me honestly. I dont think ive actually written anything in almost 2 years but i'm excited whether I post or not
#j talks 🦋#however if i do post it will not be proof read#that is a promise not a threat lmao#the one im writing is a spencer reid fic#spencer reid is my love#i love criminal minds#theres also kind of just like a familial thing with the rest of the team#its very angsty rn#im not sure how the fluff will be#i also don't know how i want to resolve the angst
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Custerology is pretty interesting, and i appreciate it approaching Custer and his legacy from examining the current (for the time, idr how old this book is) cultural context and feelings around Custer, and how people interpret his life and actions. but i also feel like the author is a little too soft on Custer. like. i feel like it keeps trying to convince me that Custer wasn't that racist but dude he was SO fucking racist. like there keeps being this line drawn between "hating a racial group" and "being prejudiced" like. ok... i guess Custer didn't really HATE Native people, but i also don't think that distinction matters at all. he still viewed them as lesser beings and he still participated in the settler-colonialist machine.
Custer was more aware of his being a part of that machine than i would initially have given him credit for; like, he knew. he knew that he was doing something that was very cognitively dissonant and ethically complex (for white Americans of the time). and he said time and time again that yeah, he would be fighting the Americans too if he'd been Native. but it doesn't change that he was still a part of the settler-colonialism during Western expansion. the book can't help but feel dated because of all the kid glove-handlings of Custer and of people who idolize him. i agree that approaching Custer with more objectivity is important since a lot of misinfo and misunderstandings surround him, but this also... ain't it. it gets under my skin.
#psy's no punctuation posts#history tag#custerposting#me reading this book and realizing i am so normal about this guy#like that's not a joke i feel like way less weird after reading Custerology bcs at least i'm not like these people KRKF#like to me part of the appeal of reading about Custer is that he's a huge fucking loser#and it's interesting and fun to compare his public persona (the man he so badly wanted to be. the part he played) and who he really was#and part of who he was was... him being a racist. he was a pro-slavery Democrat dude he just fought for the Union bcs he#wasn't a secessionist. like. that's it.#there's this surreal bit where this woman who claims to be a descendant of Custer and a Cheyenne woman that he had live with him#and she's like 'he didn't HATE Natives!! i'm proof!!' he can still hate Native people and then turn around and have sex with a#Native woman like. i'm not following the logic ma'am.#i also don't believe her KRKF#i do believe he probably had sex with that Cheyenne woman but i'm not convinced anything came from it#i kind of get this feeling Custer may have been sterile bcs of STDs earlier in his life but that's speculation on my own part#i'm digressing really hard i just. i do not know
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trojan war tumblr simulator
🌊 is-the-sea-wine-dark-today
YOU BET IT IS
#the wine dark sea!!!!!!!!!!!! #wine dark sea #wine dark sea posting
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why is achilles the only demigod who's Like That? like he's my boy but u don't see memnon or aeneas or sarpedon acting like him on the reg. why is he so maladjusted? like specifically? I saw his mother once and was so terrified by the sight of a goddess I flung myself to the ground and hid my face in the dirt til she left but I still don't think that accounts for it idk
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it's blonde man syndrome hope this helps
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opening my askbox so that we can discuss strategies on taking troy!
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anonymous asked: we should all go home :)
⚔️ sonoftydeus answered:
FUCK OFF AGAMEMNON I WANT REAL SUGGESTIONS
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nobody1020 asked: do u like..... horses
⚔️ sonoftydeus answered:
odysseus do I even wanna know where this is going
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⌛ isthetrojanwaroveryet?
year 9, day 234: still no....
#all our admins keep DYING
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I think my wife might be sending me anon hate :/ keep getting asks like 'hope u die on the battlefield tomorrow silly slag' and 'menelaus should have curbstomped you' and in her big tapestry of warriors she made me look stupid
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lmaooo is this paris??
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kinda think helen should send MORE anon hate idk
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❓ myrmidons-confessions
I was the one who wrote the achilles/agamemnon 100k slowburn enemies to lovers rpf and put it on the group chat but now patroclus is calling me 'agachilles boy' and laughing about it and asking if I can proofread his mock bardic epic where all his dogs are heroes and killing people, so I fear I've made a mistake. I also can't look achilles in the eye anymore... but honestly I've never seen proof he can read so I might be safe
❓ myrmidons-confessions
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achilles is DEAD and ur posting CRAB RAVE?????
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I think that's why he's posting it ngl
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imagine being the achaeans and your best warrior gets killed by PARIS, after everyone else had awesome deaths at the hands of sarpedon or hector or memnon... like that's literally so embarassing I just know achilles is fucking fuming down in hades rn. I bet the achaeans are gonna put around that paris was guided by apollo, or that paris happened to hit his only weak spot..... anything 2 try and make it less cringe.... lol lol we're popping the biggest bottles tonight. hope helen's there
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???????????????
#I mean. yeah. but also. #deiphobus wtf I thought we were chill
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#hope everyone can be normal about the outcome!!! :)
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so excited to go back onto the field of battle tomorrow! sure hope I don't encounter any of the big-name heroes
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I hope you don't too! I'm sure you'll do great!
🐎 antilochussss
not the direct address????
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direct address got him :(
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fuck my job so much I hope that this wooden horse tribute to the gods turns out to have some guys inside or something just so I can DO something rather than standing here like a twat with my spear
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by ares this can't be happening
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do NOT order achilles from shein!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#oh yeah #I was stuck with temu achilles in the trojan horse for six hours #and by hour two agamemnon had suggested killing and eating him #and odysseus was threatening to 'send him to meet his father' #and it's not even like there's any kleos in killing priam!!! #anti neoptolemus #neoptolemus defenders dni #vent tags
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#taking a break from my actual academic essay about the iliad to make this terrible terrible post#I don't think there's any proof everyone hated neoptolemus. BUT.#but if I'd been at troy for 10 years and achilles' fuckass teenage son pulled up with the bloodlust of an xl bully I'd have been. displeased#iliad#the iliad#trojan war#achilles#ajax#odysseus#homer#epic cycle#unreality#tumblr simulator#greek mythology#my post
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#taylor anon#i'm so sorry to hear that :(#but i gotta admit i don't quite get how would that work/what exactly do you mean#is there some post that explains it?#from what i've seen in media i read the consensus seems to be is that the death is the venue's 'fault'#as they're the ones who'd been asked to distribute water and didn't#i also can imagine how awful it must be to indirectly cause a death like that and be forced to keep working#i'd imagine she'd neer more privacy and a safety net after that#so tl;dr are we sure it's deliberate distancing and not just her trying to grieve#as much as she can having thousands cameras pointed at her face every gig?#i promise my questions are genuine if you have good resources please let me know#also sorry for the typos here i think i broke my phone today D: can't use emojis rn and the touchscreen is acting crazy#anyway tl;dr i wouldn't be quick to judge bc i think ppl might be especially vulture-y and invasive towards her rn#trying to catch a glimpse of a breakdown or something#but yeah if there's proof she's treating latin american fans worse than the rest of them i'd be interested to see it#this got long! sorry if i don't response quick i'm unfortunately very busy these days ):#but i'm sending you loads of hugs anon#hang in there <3<3<3#*respond. sigh
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also my blog name wasnt to pretend to be you but to make fun of your username because i think "a dose of did reality" (or even a "a DIDose of reality") is funnier than didadoseofreality
genuinely just replace the word DID with "the shot" or something wild and "a dose of reality" can become a really clever pun for antovaxxers. i think if the op is actually an antivaxxer they can steal that idea and try to come up with a better primary title to be followed by the subtitle "a dose of reality" :P
it would all be really silly shouty lies by an old man/woman/erson who's scared of The Furries Oh my Gosh!!! and it's hillarious
#also i highly doubt this was any good advertisement#me when stretch the truthor perhaps even outright lie on the internet#500 followers to What Blog Exactly?#is it one of the 5 random likes on your posts?#the only reason im interacting with you (outside of the whole 'engaging in syscourse is unhealthy but i like to argue my point anyway' bit)#is because you are so ridiculous and you don't evne cite any sources#you just vaguely say “the DSM removed fictives and social media from the criteria”#when 1 u didnt say what was changed and where we can find proof that it was changed in the way u say it did#and 2 even if it was changed to not directly call out certain experiences... its because other people dont experience that#like. some systems dont have any fictives#some systems have never touched a social media ever#to have that be part of the criteria itself would be silly#although having it as diagnostic examples in some form would be good#but i dont think im trusting this user to diagnose anyone properly anyway so. lol#they cant even find the block button jNKDSN#like oh wow i asked questions on a side blog i amde 5 hours ago because you dont hve anons on#ITS TOTALLY ADVERTIZING#the MOST i did was talk to someone else who's actually debunked your claims in some kinda-indirect way jnfkshjfh#but like. i dont think they care too much#i am using too many tags tumblrs gonna get mad. if ur reading this drink water. unless ur didadoseofreality then drink p-
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Re you magic Percy Jackson camp shirt you are holding so much power in a t shirt is like the start of a urban fantasy novel
kpakspakapakapak a magic tshirt totally feels like the type of item you would accidentally encounter and end up in a quest with no idea how you got there lol
No, but the funny thing is that I made this shirt? Like, I stole an orange tshirt from my brother and used a fabric marker to draw the camp half blood and the pegasus in it, so I really don't understand how I ended up in possession of a magic pjo shirt kspskapalpla
#and this is my 3rd camp half blood shirt? i think?#i could be the 4th kspakapaka#i made this one right before the trials of apollo books started to come out so its pretty faded#and i had to cut it into a crop top because i ripped the bottom of it#like#legit i don't understand whats up with this shirt#and its funny because i painted another one when we got the first look on the show ones#to match the style of the show#and im mostly wearing that one now#but then a randomly decide to wear this one and theres like 50% chance im reading some pjo news#i didn't add that to that post because i forgot#but i also saw the release date of the show wearing the shirt#this is legit some insane coincidences kspakaoakapakpakapa#i really need a tag for asks#anon 😌#i was looking for proof that this happened and i actually posted some tiktoks right after finding out and im like#how does this keep happening? kspamapakpakaal
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HEADS UP BOT PSA:
SO THIS IS A BOT:
so i've noticed a blog in the trafficblr tag "doysq". it is acting like a legit blog but it is actually stealing other people's art and trying to get you to click that "(Read More)", which is most likely taking you to a malicious site (and is not actually a readmore, but taking you off of tumblr.) to repeat: doysq is not a real blog, the art is stolen (likely automatically from the tags it is posting it with), and the Read More is actually a malicious link.
i have in fact already reported this as spam to tumblr and blocked it; you should as well. however, i'm also pulling this up for a second reason: i'm now going through my queue to make sure i didn't get got by this bot or a similar one. frequently when tumblr has a scam bot, it will have a large number of them under different names as the technology proliferates. watch out for both this blog and other similar blogs when scrolling through the tag.
i suspect the most easily noticed hallmark will be the atypical "Read More" link, which doesn't look like a real tumblr readmore! a real tumblr readmore looks like this in the dashboard view:
also, it's reposting art from other, previous tumblr posts, has a default profile picture, and has a username you may not recognize as the person with that artstyle! i point out the Read More link first, however, because it's the first thing you're likely to notice while browsing.
if you got got by this, don't feel bad; this is unusually well-crafted tumblr bot spam that is designed to look like a real post to get you to click the link. phishing is by FAR the most common type of successful cyber attack, and it works off of psychology that can trick anyone--even people who know to look for it. see, i also clicked the link, i just have adblockers and antivirus that stopped me well before i actually folllowed the link, and it made me realize i was likely being phished. i scrolled down further in the tag and saw the original art; there it was, proof this was a bot reposting it maliciously.
so yeah. be careful out there, and if you see this bot or other similar bots, block and report it!
#PSA#trafficblr#since that's the main tag i've seen it in#but PLEASE spread this around in general because i checked the blog and it's posting in a lot of tags i'm less familiar with as well#and because i wouldn't be surprised to see this pop back up on other blank blogs until it's snuffed out#also don't be a dumbass like me and actually click the link lol
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Since you've mentioned Scarlet Lady in one of your posts, what's your opinion on it?
I've mentioned before that I'm a big Scarlet Lady fan, which is the only reason that I'm comfortable answering asks like this one. I don't publicly criticize the content of hobby creators. That's wildly inappropriate! Punch up, not down.
The linked post was a general discussion of the adaptation process and how @zoe-oneesama did a fantastic job, so for this one, I'm just going to do some general gushing because I do actually like praising and enjoying things!
Scarlet Lady's chosen format (comic) allows it to have this wonderful conversation with canon where it can rely on the framework of canon to tell it's own story while also using canon for jokes and meta commentary. This means that Scarlet Lady is about as close as fan content can get to a direct reboot because it's able to have moments like this one from the comic's first post:
[Image description: Adrien standing in his room after transforming into Chat Noir for the first time. He is beaming and his eyes are shining with excitement as he exclaims, "This is gonna be awesome!"]
A single picture that communicates everything we need to know about Adrien getting his miraculous. When I've done this same thing in fanfic, I had to write out the full scene because that's how novels work. You have to give the full picture. With a comic, you can just quickly acknowledge this thing that we all already know and then move on to the new stuff. A picture really is worth a thousand words! (Or, in my case, more like two thousand...)
This allows Zoe to keep the same akumas that we get in canon without her story feeling like a boring rehash because she can focus on what's different in her version. A novelization of the same content would have to show both the stuff that stays the same and the stuff that changes for it to be coherent. That's a lot less fun to read and write. It's why I basically never revisit canon akumas in my own stuff. It's just too derivative for the written word.
This is one of the big reasons that I loved Scarlet Lady. Because it was able to have that more directly conversation with canon, it was able to take canon and say, "hey, why don't we embrace the tone that you established in season one and retell the story with that vibe?" That's something that I desperately wanted to see, but that is totally unsuited to my chosen artistic form. It couldn't be a novel. It had to be a comic.
If you want to know what a true formula show version of Miraculous would look like, Scarlet Lady is it. It does everything that Miraculous should have done:
Sticks to a lighthearted tone where nothing is ever super serious
Keeps Gabriel entirely unsympathetic
Has slow character development and background hints at a bigger plot as the only serial elements, allowing the individual episodes to be their own story while never feeling incomplete or rushed
Allows characters other than Marinette to shine while keeping Marinette as the clear main character
Makes Adrien narratively important
MAKES THE LOVE SQUARE CUTE SO I CAN ACTUALLY SHIP IT
Understands that Lila and Chloe can't coexist as antagonists
Reverses the love square, which is the best way to tell their story. Yes, I will die on my "love diamond" hill. It's a good hill. Come join me. I'll bring cookies.
I could keep going, but you hopefully get my point. While Scarlet Lady is certainly not the only way to do a formula version of canon, it's proof that a formula version does work! You don't have to go the serious route for Miraculous to be successful.
I want to take some time to gush about the ending, but I don't want to spoil it, so I'll put that gushing under a "read more" in case anyone hasn't seen it. I'll finish out this less spoilerish section with this:
I feel like some people are surprised when they learn that I love Scarlet Lady because - as some of you have probably picked up - it is quite different from my ideal version of canon. I'm not sure why that would stop me from enjoying a thing, though. It's important to remember that our personal ideals are not the only way to tell a good story. There are lots of ways to take what canon gave us and make something wonderful! It's part of the reason that I enjoy being in a fandom.
If I only wanted to see my ideal take on canon, then I'd stick to writing/imagining my own stories. But I don't want that! I like seeing alternate takes, too. Scarlet Lady is one of my personal favorites. It's completely different from anything that I'd ever think to write and that's why I'm so glad that it exists! I like being entertained just as much as I like creating my own entertainment and I don't want to only read stories that look like something I'd write. That's boring!
Spoilers below:
I've mentioned before that there are many, many ways to properly handle Chloe's character and Zoe did such a good job with her take on that! Chloe isn't absolved of all the things she did wrong, but she's also treated as a young woman with the ability to change.
While the comic bares the name of Chloe's alter ego, she was the never the main character. She never went on a journey. The story kept her to her shallow season-one self: a petty brat who just wanted attention. It did this because that's who Chloe was in canon and who Chloe needed to be for the comic to work.
The first time we see any complexity from Chloe is in the comic's final few episodes, which was absolutely the right call for Zoe to make! In a recent post, I talked about how the end of a formula show is the only time when you can break the formula in catastrophic ways and that's what Zoe did. She kept Chloe static until it was time to end the story and that's when the formula breaks. That's when Chloe gets depth because, once she has depth, the formula doesn't work.
That depth is not used to redeem Chloe, but to show us that there's hope for Chloe. That this petty brat who we've been dealing with has some serious issues and needs help. Help that she's going to get far away from the people that she's hurt because her issues aren't an excuse for what she's done. They don't erase the harm that she caused. At the same time, understanding her issues makes us hope that she can be better now and Scarlet Lady took a moment to give us that hope. To show us the START of Chloe's true story.
That is the kind of ending that I have wanted to see in so many properties!!! It was so wonderful to finally get one that did this right. A story that understood that full redemption to the team and damnation to death/suffering are extremes on a scale of possibilities. You don't have to go to extremes! You can fall in the middle and the middle is a perfect, natural place for Chloe to land in this kind of story. Fully redeeming or even fully damning Chloe simply doesn't work in lighthearted formula content. It's too big a lift as canon has already demonstrated.
I also loved Zoe's take on Emilie. I've mentioned that I don't like evil Emilie in part because it makes her revival feel like the start of a new story. She's back and she'd bad, so we have to take her down now! But I don't want that. I want the story to end when Gabriel is stopped. Zoe does this by giving us an Emilie that is another perfect middle ground. She matches canon's uncomfortable implications without feeling like a true villain who is a threat to society.
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slut me out | njm x fem!reader
i.e you needed to give your situationship the time of his life after seeing his instagram story.
word count: 2.8k (not proof read)
content warning: situationship, open ending, smut lol, oral (m. rec.), fingering (f. rec.), explicit sex, unprotected sex(no!), creampie, lmk if i missed anything thanks!
author's note: two fics in one day! can we believe this LOL. would you guys be surprised if i said that i have a mark one that i'm hoping to finish and it'll be queued up for tomorrow morning/afternoon. i hope you all enjoy this fic and as always, dedicated to my crazy and delusional bffs. likes & reblogs are appreciated as always. requests are open till october 5th! i'm still working on my jay fic, and hoping to have that out by tuesday!!
“you’re fucking crazy,” you said once the phone picked up after the first ring, “you can delete that story, i saw it.”
jaemin let out a hearty laugh, “hmm? but jisungie looks so cute, what if one of my followers wants me to put them on with him?”
you jeer, fingering hovering over the red button on the screen, “you definitely could’ve posted him without making sure your shirt is unbuttoned and they can see the chain that i bought you peeking through. what if they’re crazy like me?”
“don’t worry, nobody has you beat in that department.” jaemin added quickly, “you can come over if you want.”
did you want to? absolutely. you needed to rock his world so hard that it was likely to be rated a category 9.5 earthquake.
“you can come to me,” you quipped back, “and hurry up, i dont have a lot of patience. don’t change either.”
“you’re so demanding,” jaemin whined, a glint of playfulness evident in his voice, “i have to stop at my other hoe’s house first, but i’ll be there.”
“not even funny.” you hung up the phone, rolling your eyes.
focusing back on your room, you jumped up in a panic. you needed to change and also pick up the clothes you had thrown all over the place.
realistically, you didn’t know if jaemin was kidding about seeing somebody else first, but if he wasn’t, you had about twenty minutes including traffic before he got to your place.
you shoved all the loose piece of clothing into whatever drawer or laundry basket they would fit into. doing a once over your room, you were satisfied with what you were able to do.
looking at your floor length mirror, you didn’t care too much about what you had on. a big t-shirt with snoopy playing baseball on the front.
easy access for jaemin, but you should probably change your dingy halloween panties from victoria secret into something cute.
perhaps pink? that seemed on brand for tonight’s theme.
you were digging through your underwear drawer looking for that lacey pink thong you got from the mall a few weeks ago when you heard a knock on your door.
“fuck,” you said, slamming the drawer shut to no avail and rubbing your hands down your hair to smooth out any frizz, “fuck.”
the knocking got louder, causing you to practically trip on air as you ran to grab the door.
“took your sweet time letting me in,” jaemin pouted. leaning against the doorframe when you opened it, “that mad at me?”
rolling your eyes, you pulled him in by his silky pajama shirt and closing the door behind him, “guess she wasn’t that good if you got here within the same hour of calling.”
jaemin smiled, dropping down onto your couch and sliding his shoes off, “i’d say she was pretty damn good if i got done quickly and i’m not here.”
you crossed your arms, scoffing at his comment and began to walk to your bedroom.
“you’re such a dick.”
“i heard that,” he said, jumping off the couch to chase behind you, “i'm just kidding y/n, you know it's just you."
"are you sure? cause you keep making comments about other girls, are you trynna compensate? i don't care if you see other people."
jaemin laughed at you for the nth time this evening, making you want to just slam your bedroom door in his face and lock him out, but unfortunately for you, seeing jaemin in those pink pajamas and gold chain sent you into borderline ovulation.
you grabbed jaemin by the arm, leading him to sit on your bed and standing between his legs.
"it's just you," jaemin reassured, a hand coming up to rub your hip gently, "just like driving you crazy 'cause i know you're really fucking insane."
jaemin got a whiff of your secret cloud perfume as you leaned down and kissed his neck gently.
"i'm going to turn you every way but loose tonight," you whispered into his ear, teeth grazing the shell of his ear, "and i'm gonna show you how insane i am over you."
a shiver went down jaemin's back as you kissed down his neck and to his adam's apple, making sure to suck dark marks into his skin before placing your lips on his.
his arms wrapped your waist, pulling you down into his lap as he deepened the kiss. your hands found their way entangled into his brunette locks, moaning as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.
the two of you fought for dominance over the kiss, though jaemin just wanted to put up a good fight before letting you win.
you then slipped your tongue into his mouth, removing your hands from his hair and moving them down to his shoulders.
you gently pushed him back and onto the mattress, letting your fingers skillfully undo his pajama shirt, enjoying the smooth silk under your fingertips before pulling the shirt open.
jaemin pressed his hips up, hoping to get a small bit of friction on his growing erection and moaning when you rut your own hips down.
pulling away from the kiss, your chest heaved as you did a lookover his body. his plush lips swollen and glossy with spit, dark splots decorating his skin from earlier, his own defined chest moving rapidly as he tried to catch his own breath.
"you look so pretty under me, jaem," you complimented, your fingers dancing across his exposed collarbones and down his gold chain, "a sight only i should be allowed to see."
jaemin exhaled heavily through his nose, "a sight only for you. . please, don't stop. i want you. . i need you so badly, y/n."
how could you deny such a request from a pretty boy completely at your disposal? you weren't a cruel or dumb woman, so of course you'll comply.
you leaned down to attach your lips to his collarbone, biting and sucking gently as you made your way down his chest.
moving the pink fabric away, you let your tongue teasingly flick at his nipple to elicit a whiny moan from his mouth before taking his nipple between your lips.
"fuck y/n," he groaned, "that feels so good."
smirking to yourself, you pull off and stand up. the boy's eyes widened, trying to hold back another whine because why did you pull off? and why are you standing?
"c'mon," jaemin said, voice cracking slightly, "don't be a tease."
"a tease?" you titled your head as he sat up on his elbows, "if you beg, i'll consider."
a bright red hue cascaded over jaemin's face at your request, but he couldn't get any more pathetic than he already looked.
"y/n," he pleaded, "please do something. i am so undeniably hard, and if i don't feel those pretty lips or pretty hands wrapped around my dick that i know you love, i will implode and you'll be out of a bomb dick appointment and home."
a laugh escaped, jaemin really knew what to say to make you give into him. it's why you liked him honestly. he was funny and charming, and did in fact have a great dick that drove you insane. you used to be normal before he stuck his dick in you.
jaemin reached forward, grabbing your hand and placing it over his boner. that action alone could've made you cum in your panties because pathetic jaemin was probably your favorite jaemin.
you instinctively wrapped your fingers around it the best you could while it was restrained in those silky pants, slowly jerking him off and watching a bead of precum stain the fabric.
"see how hard i am?" he asked, breathily, "all for you. all because of you."
stroking your ego was one of the many things jaemin was good at, so you decided to play nicely and give him something to relief this tension you could feel growing in his body.
"take 'em off," you said, releasing his cock from your grip, moving back to give him room, "show me that pretty dick, jaem."
if you weren't standing in front of him, you were sure he would've fell face forward onto your carpet from how fast he was trying to get his pants down and off his hips.
once they were at his thighs, you leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before sinking down to your knees.
you were face to face with jaemin's cock, the tip an angry shade of red and precum still leaking from his slit.
spit began to pool inside your mouth the longer you looked at it, and you stuck your tongue out to swipe the precum dribbling from his cock.
jaemin moaned out, hands gripping the sheets beneath him, “stop. . put it in your mouth.”
you furrowed your eyebrows and looked up, “don’t make demands.”
the brunette’s jaw ticked, one hand coming up to your hair and the other grabbing the base of his dick.
he pushed your head back roughly, tapping the head of his cock on your lips and smearing more precum across, “don’t be a fucking tease.”
your eyes widened in surprise at the switch in jaemin's demeanor, but instead of giving him a hard time, you complied by opening your mouth for him.
without hesitation, jaemin shoved his cock into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat which caused you to gag and tears well up in your eyes.
"don't get sensitive now," he mumbled, swiping the tears from your face, "now be good and suck. show me why you're my favorite."
his favorite? you should been his fuckin' only like he said you were earlier. what is up with the inconsistency? he's gonna piss you off.
you used your tongue to lick the under part of his cock, pulling off to leave just the tip in your mouth.
jaemin's grip on your hair tightened, trying his best to let you have control, but wanting nothing more than to just fuck your throat until you're sobbing.
you pulled completely off his cock, bringing your hand to jerk him off while you used your tongue to lick a stripe on his balls and gently suck.
the brunette's eyes rolled back, a string of moans and high pitched whines leaving his throat as you continued to toy with his balls.
whenever your hand reached the tip, you would squeeze every so slightly, causing him to fuck into your hand.
jaemin was close, and you could tell by the way he was whimpering and trying to chase your hand.
you looked up at him, smiling to yourself before pulling off his dick completely, basking in his borderline sob at the loss of contact.
"why did you stop?" tears welled up in his eyes, feeling like he would explode, "you're so fuckin' mean."
cooing, you wiped tears away from his eyes like he did earlier, "cause i knew you were close, jaem."
he sniffled, grabbing you and pinning you down onto the bed in one swift motion.
sometimes, you forget how strong he can be, causing you to get even more wet if that was possible. your panties were sticking almost uncomfortably to your cunt, and you were hoping he would do something to relief that soon.
too lost in your own thoughts of pleasure, you didn't even realize jaemin was pulling your t-shirt up until the cool air hit your nipples.
he used his lithe digits to roll your perked nipples around, causing you to squeal at the contact.
"love the panties," jaemin teased, using one of his hands to snap the waistband against your skin, "so cute and so soaked. god, you really get off from anything as long as it's me, huh?"
"you fuckin' wish," you tried to bite, but it came out as a whimper when he pressed his hand against your core, allowing for some friction of pleasure.
"shhh," he said, "can't even muster an ounce of niceness when i'm about to fuck you?"
jaemin flicked your nipples, smirking at your almost pained moan before moving down to take your underwear off, eyes watching how they were sticking to your sopping cunt, "so wet for me, hm?"
you nodded your head in compliance this time, "all for you."
he swiped a finger up your slit, bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean, "taste so sweet, but act so so mean towards nana, wonder why that is?"
you huffed, hooking a heel behind his thigh and pulling him close so his cock would make some contact with your cunt, a noise escaping your throat when the tip came into rough contact with your clit.
"that needy? what was it you said earlier? beg. beg for it, dumb whore."
degrading was something you and jaemin never tried, but with how effortlessly it slipped out of his mouth, you wish he would've done it sooner.
"jaem," you grinded against his cock, "please fuck me, y'know you want to. please, i need it so badly."
jaemin just looked at you unimpressed, dragging his cock up and down your cunt, looking at how you falter when his tip catches your sensitive bundle of nerves, "beg more."
you wanted to burst into tears, he knows how much you want him, he can feel how wet you are and probably at more slickness slipping out as he teased you, "nana, please put it in. i'll stop being mean, promise. i need your cock--i need you. please fuck me."
his left hand came up to smooth your hair out, smiling all his pearls at you as he slowly pushed the fat tip of his cock into you, finally.
jaemin slowly pushed himself into your cunt, moaning at how easily you took his cock, letting his hand fall from your hair and place pressure on your clit.
"it's like you were made for me, fuck" he gritted his teeth, thrusting shallowly into you, "taking me so well every time, your cunt just fuckin' sucks me in.. ha."
all you could do was moan in response, eyes rolling back when jaemin's gold chain smacked you in the nose, "fuck, too good."
jaemin rubbed your clit roughly as he picked his pace up, hips snapping against yours as your arousal ran down your thighs and his balls, creating a wet sound between the two of you.
you clenched around jaemin's cock, letting out high pitched noises of pleasure as he fucked you harshly, the knot in your stomach tightening and traveling down your pelvis.
"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" you cried, placing your hand on his lower abdomen and trying to push him away, but he quickly snatched it and held it above your head, "jaem, fuck, please, it's too much."
jaemin ignored your pleas, "y'know you can take it, stop trying to run from it."
when jaemin snapped his hips harshly once more, you felt that knot in your stomach break and ecstasy overtake your senses.
you couldn't even muster the feeling of embarassment from how good you felt when liquid practically sprayed your thighs and jaemin's abdomen.
the boy tapped the head of his cock on your clit, groaning loudly as you continued to squirt before roughly showing himself back into you.
"jaemin," you squealed, back arching up, "i can't! i can't."
"you can," he said, fucking you harshly, feeling himself getting closer and closer, "and you will take this dick. you wanna whine about other people havin' it so bad, take it, slut."
with jaemin fucking you so soon after an intense orgasm, all you could do was sob and mumble his name. it wasn't going to take you long to cum again, and jaemin could tell about how you were clenching on his dick.
your fingers dug into his shoulders, creating red crescents as his chain smacked you over and over again, his orgasm approaching any second.
"i'm so close, angel." he whined, his thrusts starting to stutter and slow down, "fuck, can i come inside please?"
"o-of course," you nodded your head, your own orgasm approaching once more, "please cum in me."
one more snap of jaemin's hips and he let out a loud moan, stilling himself as white hot ropes of his cum began to fill you and create a creamy ring around his cock, "fuck, you were too good."
he began to thrust slowly to ride out your orgasms, kissing your forehead and whispering sweet praises into your ear.
once you pushed his chest away to let him know he was overstimulating you, he pulled out completely and laid next to you, chest heaving rapidly.
"y/n." he turned on his side, "i really do like you."
you smiled, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers, "i really like you too jaemin."
he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and pulled you closer to him, "it's always been just you."
end!
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