#and don't feel weird or creepy replying to my personal posts!

[oddvanilla]

Honey, I'm pregnant and it's yours

Also Petey misses you

Im scared even writing this, I know I'm gonna get smth along the lines of 'go the fuck away' but I jus can't help it

I know u know who this is

Also I'm also very scared of you at the moment

Thank you, and I know it seems weird but I can't help it but, I love you [I seem creepy, sorry, also u don't have to accept it]

Bye bye, u probably won't even post this but I've been killing myself thinking about doing this

Thank you

Also Petey really does miss u 🤣

Also just thanks again

[Also sorry I'm not like talking about our break up or anything Id just prefer to do that if I knew u want to too and not like this]

Bye bye for reals now, id put a silly photo but I'm doing this in anon for some reason :)

Bye bye

Also I know you probably didn't expect this to happen

But hey I needed to do something about it

Bye bye now

HOLY CRAP HOW DID I NEVER SEE THIS??? it must've gotten lost in my notifications or something idk...

HAI R**N* !!! I remember your name and every time I try to type my own, yours always comes first. Even when I'm filling up forums or crap...

I'm sorry for scaring you off!!! I still care about you. And for every time I forget to, here I'll just say: I still love you 🫶 even after everything that happened. You're like impossible to hate. I can't help it either🤷‍♀️

My sister still checks on you, even you know that. She tells me what happened to you and that kinda crap. I feel bad all the time, and I'm sorry. I would've said this way earlier If I could, but stuff happens,, YK?? It hurts me so bad knowing what I caused. I didn't mean to do this to you, and even back when we were friends I tried holding on because I can't let you ruin yourself. I miss what we had, that's one fact.

I do care if you kill yourself. I DO care if you slit your wrist. I do still care about you in general. All I wish you is love, that's pretty much. I even asked my sister to go and give you asks just so you're not alone anymore. I don't care if she replaces me,, hey at least you got a friend!!!

But I never deleted everything we shared. All the screenshots from our conversations are like a comfort place, even. I still listen to every song you used to spam. I know I hate pencey prep and frank iero, but I still listen to their music because it reminds me of you. I only hated MCR because I wanted you to have your own thing. I want you to focus on yourself and crap. But now I just went back to listening to MCR because it's all I have left of you. You deserve a real apology from me if you just let us talk this out!!!

I can't replace you, and you know that. I call people my husband or wife but I still have you in mind. You're the best person on here I know, and even though I hated it or pretended it, I miss waking up to lots of messages. Now I still wake up to those but from lots of different people. I don't like it that way, I wish you could just come back. I waited for you SO long and I gave up. I want you back and I would do anything for that. But I didn't go talk to you directly because you know I want you to have space. I miss having only ONE person to go to. I didn't ignore you because I had other people to talk to!!! If anything, my parents expected so much from me like school and other crap that I don't have time to reply to anyone either!!!

Now it's been rough and stuff. I almost have nobody to open up to. Everyone I know is either always asleep or always can't talk. But you're always there and that's one thing nobody can beat you at. I don't even text people first anymore because I feel like I'm a bother and when I'm with you it just feels easier because. You're accepting.

I never told anyone about what we had in detail. I never tried to do the same things WE did with anyone else either. Nobody has to know about what letters are missing in p** w*y h*g*er. Nobody has to know why we hated your brother and how he was a bitch. I don't even send people frerard fanfics anymore because I don't want a friendship story like ours just a 2.0 version. I think you're the one for me, if anything. I love you and you didn't mess up, I did.

I don't want you to leave me alone, I want you back. If YOU can do this then we could build everything back. just know that even if you don't want me, it's fine. But I won't try to find anyone better,, I'll just sit back, I guess🙏🙏 tell mamacita im not done with rizzing her up🙄🙄

[gorogues]

it-is-i-zim replied to your ask post: This is just my opinion but Ostrander's revamp of him was the worst thing thing to happen to him character wise. Fans of Boomerang are sometimes straight up harassed for what Ostrander did to his character. Like on one hand, one of the reasons why he was on the suicide squad for so long and we see him AT ALL is because of Ostrander but I'm sick of being called racist because of how my guy was written by Ostrander.

it-is-i-zim replied to your ask post: Identity Crisis was bad for Digger still though. It also made me kinda dislike Tim Drake fans but I also get that for ages their only exposure to Boomer was that comic. And the Knight Terrors: Robin comic bringing that comic back into the established canon did no favors either seeing that it was through the eyes of someone who wasn’t even there. An artistic choice for sure, but it’s also made Tim Drake fans feral about how AWFUL Digger is.

Unfortunately this is more of a fan problem than a writing one. I definitely sympathize with people who love pre-Crisis Digger but hate his post-Crisis self, because modern Digger can be a lot. But people being jerks to other fans because of it is 100% a problem with fandom, and it's got to stop. There's nothing wrong with liking problematic characters as long as you're honest about their flaws, because they aren't real people and they haven't actually hurt anyone real…and just because you like them doesn't mean you approve of everything they do.

It's also fine for people to dislike a character or avoid other fans if they make you uncomfortable for any reason, but it shouldn't get to the point of mistreating a real person over fictional stories and liking/disliking fictional things.

(To make things extremely personal for a moment, it took me over 25 years to figure out why I gravitate to unpopular villains: it was only once I understood that I was the family scapegoat that I realized I like unpopular villains because I'd been considered one/treated like one my entire life. People can have their reasons for liking villains and problematic characters that have nothing to do with the shittiest thing(s) the character(s) have done.)

it-is-i-zim replied to your ask post: And with Owen, arguably his worst characterization was in that one Supergirl comic where he tried to get with a 15 year old Supergirl while being established as an adult man and was like, “I’m not a creep” but then on the same page also called her “jailbait” which uh… Gross. I must say I’m not fond of him because of that and therefore didn’t mind the kinda bad revamp back in Suicide Squad (2016) #47

The question was "the most common way they're written badly", and while that was weird and creepy, it was thankfully just a brief anomaly in the Supergirl book (that's why his strange Rebirth revamp didn't get my pick; it was just one story). I found Owen's intelligence and skill level varied wildly throughout his appearances, and sometimes he was competent and sometimes he was a clueless dumbass. He seemed reasonably smart in his debut story, so IMO him being an idiot was the primary example of being written badly.

it-is-i-zim replied to your ask post: Sorry that my thoughts are kinda all over the place on the Captain Boomerangs.

That's completely okay, it's why we're all here! :)

parkakingrolo replied to your ask post: I'm gonna go a little against the grain on Lisa, and say some of her other characterizations I'm not too fond of are when she's now the moral compass, and I agree The Rogues should have a stronger one, but forcing it on Lisa feels awkward. Don't get me started on when she hinted at feelings for Barry too. Maybe it's just two extremes and they struggle for a healthy middle.

Yeah, that's fair. That one's a problem too, though the one I mentioned bothers me more so I guess that's why I went with it. Truthfully I think both versions are manifestations of sexist beliefs about women, one benevolent ("women are morally better than men") and one misogynist ("women are crazy bitches, especially ex-girlfriends" -- and on that note, I really hate what was done to Magenta by Waid and Johns. She should have been included on the previous list).

It would be good if DC strove for some middle ground between the two, because Lisa should be flawed but not constantly jonesing to slash people's faces.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for (among other things) being upset at my boyfriend because he got angry at a guy who (in a slightly creepy way) replied to an insta story of me in a dress?

(This isn't just an "AITA for feeling things" type of ask I promise, it's more of a "AITA for telling him I was upset" I guess.)

The event that started this was a guy from my school, we'll call him G, replying to my Instagram story of me wearing a new dress with "Looking good (name)!!" This wasn't the first time he had messaged me out of the blue, I don't know him well and the only time I interact with him is for a specific class sometimes. I had never replied to one of his messages and they just showed up as requests. The first message was creepier-- he replied to a pic of me in my prom dress, said I was pretty and mentioned my boyfriend by name (specifically it was something like "That's a pretty dress (name), I hope it's for a special occasion with (BF)" or something like that) which was really awkward. Made even more weird by the fact that I literally opened the message with my boyfriend as we were cuddling on his couch and looking at Instagram stuff. There were two more messages later, one about our psychology class (which I just didn't see until it was too late) and one asking how my summer was going.

G is a little bit... off, you could say. He's just a really awkward guy, and I don't think he was trying to be intentionally creepy. I really didn't know (and still don't know) whether he was attempting to hit on me or just compliment me as a friend.

My boyfriend clearly doesn't like G because of that first message, and was clearly upset when I sent a picture of G's message in a Discord server we're both in. I should mention that we are in a long-distance relationship now since he moved, so I couldn't talk to him in person about it. He's generally a very calm and respectful person, I've very rarely seen him angry.

After a minute he stopped replying to messages in the server, and then came back a while later saying that G wouldn't be bothering me anymore. I, now extremely concerned, asked him repeatedly what he did/said to G, and then he answered in DMs that it was probably better if he kept that between them, and that he hoped it was all okay with me.

I replied that "in all honesty, it's not entirely okay with me" and that I would have preferred to deal with the situation myself. Also said that I appreciated him standing up for me and that I didn't hold it against him. I was a little bit upset, but I didn't want to cause a fight or anything because I know he (somewhat) meant well. He apologized, and since that (yesterday) we haven't really talked. I love him, but I'm still a bit pissed off about this whole thing.

Today I found G in the hallway and apologized profusely for whatever my boyfriend had said, because I felt like shit about the fact that I had technically caused it. I still don't know what he said to G, but it was clearly pretty bad. G seemed sad and guilty when I talked to him.

The real asshole move from me was posting the screenshot of the message, I know. The name was censored, and BF and I were the only ones in the server who knew the guy at all (he guessed who it was immediately), but I still shouldn't have done that and I do mostly regret it. I won't say that I fully regret it, however, since I posted it because I wanted advice on what to do.

This is a long ask, I'm sorry 😅

What are these acronyms?

[triflesandparsnips]

(eta 10/10/23: Having just realized that this is now a very easy to google explainer, please also see the full end-of-game roundup here: "when something is definitely not a game, but most definitely a gift" or my related #definitely not a game tag. We now return you to your regularly scheduled nonsense, currently in progress.)

So... so.

So this just dropped.

And listen. LISTEN. For people who haven't been following this Our Flag Means Death-related alternate-reality-shenanigan fest, the following will make no sense to you-- or, wait, fuck it--

A Brief History of the Javid Denkins Alternate-Reality Game

(I didn't intend "overly long essays about in-depth fandom-related shenanigans" to be my brand, but by god I'm here now and I will make us all suffer through it.)

Reality (As We Know It)

Established and verified gay pirate showrunner David Jenkins is a regular shenanigineer on twitter: retweets fanart, retweets cosplays, calls fans sluts (endearment), has ongoing fight with medieval cats.

Back in 2022, David Jenkins implied heavily that he had joined tumblr, but did not cough up his account name.

This is the sum total of real and actual events and identities.

Through the Looking Glass

Fans started looking for David Jenkins's tumblr. What fans found is the tumblr of one Javid Denkins, who appeared to be new, had a variant of Jenkins's twitter icon, and seemed to be cheekily maintaining an incognito by steadfastly asserting that he is definitely not David Jenkins.

Fans got weird about it, because that is the nature of fandom. I said something about it here, because I have Feelings about the Rules of Incognito and also about Not Being Weird About People Who Make the Content We Like. I put it as a reblog to the post, as per regular tumblring, no response requested/required because babes, if I'm going to be perceived, I want it to be organic. (ahem... FOOTNOTE 1)

I kept a cursory eye on things, because it can be Really Lonely to be a famous person who just wants to have a regular online experience, and if that's what whoever was on the other end wanted, then that's what they should get to have imo. Unlike a regular tumblr that I might reply to directly or engage with on a same-level kinda way, I let them set the rules of engagement because unless/until they came clean, they would always be Schrodinger's Showrunner to me, and therefore subject to my internal Don't Be Creepy ruleset.

My second Javid reblog was pretty much what I would do to any other newbie tumblr person (as they professed to be): adding on to a gag by referencing the "color of the sky" meme and also a seagull, for OFMD-related reasons (which fit within the ruleset, because Javid was actively connecting himself with OFMD type things). And Javid reblogged it, so hey, I was winning at tumblr interactions, a thing that is normal to want and possible to achieve.

Time passed. Javid dropped (what will be revealed to be the first of many) photo manipulations. (FOOTNOTE 2)

On the same day, Javid posted what looked like an accidental smashkey. I reblogged with a seagull, because again, established rules of engagement and me winning at tumblr interactions. He reblogged himself, though, with what looked like another smashkey, but was actually a goddamn Caesar cipher-- and started using the tag #definitely not a game.

From there, Javid started up a stream of fairly fun puzzles. I didn't keep up with it fully, but since it looked like Javid wanted people to interact, I interacted (while trying to ensure that other people could keep having fun too). He also started subtly changing his icon, his tumblr header, etc., expanding the bounds of the puzzle space, as it were. (And if you want a complete rundown of the puzzle history and the associated answers, this twitter thread is enormous and thorough, thank you @eefaevie.)

The seagull made an appearance every once in a while; I threw together various season 2 bingo cards in response to these potential spoilers; I spent my time largely keeping back so I could eat popcorn and Not Be Creepy. But... but.

The thing was, Javid's method of posting (in a "heeeere fishy fishy fishy" manner) seemed, to me, to be the actions of someone trying to play with the audience and/or provide enrichment for the enclosure. So after some thought and, again, remembering the loneliness of being a Creative Person but trying to be mindful that this person was still incognito and could be the actual dude, I started using the seagull to reblog extra content, links, whathaveyou, with the tag #enrichment can go in BOTH enclosures-- with the idea that, if Javid wanted to look, he had the option to do so-- and if he did, he'd be rewarded with, again, no demands on him or his attention, but just: some content. Some enrichment. Some fun. A "picking up what you're putting down" kind of vibe from one person to another, both of whom are, at the very least, interested in communicating with an audience.

To be clear: For me, at the end of the day, it had to be a choice. I needed to provide room for Javid to choose to enter the magic circle of my additional game play-- but I also wasn't going to hold my breath about it. This was Javid's space, with intentions and purposes I had no way of knowing (nor should I)-- I was just, metaphorically, bringing another set of dice and maybe some graph paper with an extra room drawn on it that he could easily enter if he wanted, to play in a space intended to complement his. He was putting in a shitton of labor for what was essentially just a gift; I wanted to show appreciation for that labor, while putting in some of my own to gift back.

So when the first round of puzzles ended, and a new one began, I linked the answers to one of his anagram puzzles inside some seagull gifs-- but I figured, why not add something extra? I used his pigpen cipher to dare him to use a book code next. To even see the dare he'd have to want to decode the gifs-- and if he ultimately didn't want to engage, no skin off my nose. (That's why there's a border around the magic circle with clear entrances and exits.) Either way, I was having a nice time.

The next puzzle type was a stereogram. (Neat.) The puzzle after that, though? I get tagged and informed that Javid has, in fact, posted a motherfucking book code. (FOOTNOTE 3)

Enter the Thunder Parasocial Dome

This is the point where I first have to be pulled down from the curtains by rational people who have only my best interests at heart.

(Having a whole Thesis Statement about why I was engaging with Schrodinger's Showrunner is one thing. Having possible evidence that my engagement was, like, actually engaged with is quite another.)

By sweet and loving friends and family I was reminded that:

Other people are, in fact, allowed to be clever about things too.

That all sorts of pre-planning may have gone into all this, and that therefore the timing was a coincidence.

That there are a limited number of easily accessible ciphers out there, so the code type could also be a coincidence.

And that either way I still have my important Don't Be Creepy code of ethics.

So. I took a deep breath. Cool. I was totally and absolutely cool about this.

...And in a totally normal manner I proceeded to lay an elaborate trap.

AHAHAHA JUST JOKING what I mean is: I replied to the tagged post, acknowledging that the sphere of potential puzzling had now expanded beyond tumblr. I used Javid's own fake-link trick to link to a seagull laugh. And in the tags I threw in a lot of potential internet-related alternate reality stuff.

But also, crucially... some more ideas for Javid to use. (FOOTNOTE 4) If he wanted them. If he was actually looking.

Since I was now playing In Earnest, I spent some time putting together a youtube channel, an alternate tumblr, a neocities account -- a whole new field of play, if Javid wanted to engage there. I pulled out the dusty memories of a Yuletide fic I wrote several years ago that used similar shenanigans to tell an interactive fiction story about Monty Python. (Hilariously enough, my first RPF.) I continued to play with all these new and fascinating toys.

A Strange Ship on the Horizon

What with one thing and another three years pass, a Javid puzzle eventually lead to an AO3 account-- which to me definitively opened Schrodinger's box: maybe this was a member of the production playing with fire, more likely it was a clever fan whose brain is fucking fascinating, but it most definitely was not David Jenkins.

But. Javid was still in incognito. And I still don't know if I had been perceived.

I read the fic the Javid account is writing (which is still a work in progress and pretty great ngl)-- it's a fandom AU, where Ed and Stede are fans of a gay pirate romcom called Blow the Man Down, featuring Sam Bellamy and Olivier Levasseur. The showrunner is named Javid, who doesn't have social media but gets cornered into agreeing to join twitter (rather than our universe's tumblr). And Ed decides, on a lark, to start a fake twitter account, tag it #definitelynotjaviddenkins... and then freak out because a large contingent of fandom shows up on his metaphorical doorstep saying HELLO, JAVID.

As if this weren't enough: beyond the fic itself, suddenly a whole multimedia alternate universe suddenly appeared, with multiple twitter and AO3 accounts beyond just Stede and Ed, forming an entire fucking fandom, Goncharov-style, around Blow the Man Down. It was and continues to be fucking wild. It's also amazing. And the porn is surprisingly approachable. (BUT SEE AGAIN FOOTNOTE 1)

Grappling Hooks Breaching the Parasocial Divide

The thing is, though. The thing. That is.

I have officially reached Level 2 Curtain Clawing.

As I read the fic and the accompanying universe, I started to. Notice things.

References to soap (but... but surely that's normal. Many people talk about soap, not just amateur history enthusiasts like myself).

References to obscure scents (LABDANUM. Someone referenced labda-motherfucking-num. But surely. Surely it is not an entirely unheard of thing; I am not the first person to discover it or the fact that it gets combed from goats jesus christ the goat thing I forgot about that--)

References to the drilled coin from the wreck of Sam Bellamy's ship, which appeared as a random bit of possible future lore for Javid in this bit of enrichment (but I put in lots of possible lore! I had a whole thing going about figureheads! Bad luck to kill a seabird! I had a whole thing for a while where I thought maybe the digraph code Javid was hinting at was actually a Playfair cipher! I have been wrong many times before and added lots of random possible narratives. SO SURELY THE COIN IS A COINCIDENCE).

References to... okay not really references, and I've never articulated it quite like this (though this is definitely my vibe), but references to the idea of these puzzles and enrichment being a conversation in and of themselves, held at a remove and existing entirely in call (Javid) and response (the audience).

Finally... I started to notice that Stede decodes/interprets Ed-as-Javid's puzzles in a long twitter thread (like... like the one linked above) but also... sends back puzzles. Like, well, me.

"But STILL," I screech from the top of the curtain rail. "This could ALL BE COINCIDENCE," I yowl as friends and family try to bat me down with a broom. Even, by god, today's drop... which uses a password-protected url shortener. The exact same one I used in an earlier enrichment. But! It's not like there are a lot of those! Maybe this was just the first one that cropped up for Javid, just as it was the first that cropped up for me! (BUT THEN AGAIN, MAY I REFER YOU BACK TO FOOTNOTE 4)

The fic is at chapter 14. There are, if AO3 is to be believed, 7 more chapters to go, plus who knows how much additional extra-universe material. There is so. much. here.

...And so many more opportunities to climb all the curtains.

“It's a great huge game of chess that's being played—all over the world—if this is the world at all, you know.”

So at this point... what, in fact, is happening?

I'm inside a Schrodinger's box whose sides are entirely composed of parasocial uncertainty.

Maybe Javid is here. (HELLO, JAVID.)

Maybe he isn't! (HELLO, THE MIRROR IN MY ENCLOSURE.)

Maybe I'm not actually being referenced at all, but the writer of that twitter thead, @eefaevie, is (HI EEFAEVIE WHAT'S UP HOW'S THE PARASOCIAL AIR IN YOUR ENCLOSURE DOIN')

I don't know. I can't know. Unless someone opens the box.

and my god, what if they never do?

tl;dr. This is the most enriching fun I've had in months, and if the magic circle is going to widen to include me, then friend, I intend to BRING MY A-GAME.

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FOOTNOTES

1. During the course of that mini-essay, I say the following:

"If it's someone who is not the dude but just a tumblrite who managed to catch on really quick? Well goddamn, good for them, and also A+ Wink-Nudge acrobatics. Real dude can have a peaceful time reading critical analyses of Goncharov, Javid here can quietly start introducing strange lore and running gags and other fun-with-plausible-deniability shenanigans".

One day later Javid starts answering questions about characters with enigmatic season 2 spoilery things; a little less than ten days later, we get the first fake link (which, imo, is the real start of the game).

2. This is now only 24 days after my "strange lore and fun with plausible deniability" post.

3. My dare: January 26. Javid's book code: February 4.

4. My tags on the post wherein I acknowledge that the dare has, possibly, been taken up, read: #you know what's cool? besides how #enrichment can go in BOTH enclosures #is how much you can do with html #like sure sure we've all seen the embedded links #but I remember the days of hidden source code messages #websites with delayed redirects #passwords hidden on one site to open the locked contents of another #you know #~normal things~ #I'm certain none of this will become relevant #because this is #definitely not a game

[ingravinoveritas]

nabrrie replied to your post "I thought I was the only one who was weirded out by…”

@ingravinoveritas thanks for the answer and sorry for the rant in your askbox, but your blog feels like a safe place. I wouldn't discuss this on other socials bc I don't have the strength to deal with GT fans. To be an unplanned child is a topic that I still discuss in therapy, so seeing it treated so lightly by a mother as excuse to brag about her sex life disturbed me. Interesting that who claims it's wrong to ship D/M bc it's disrespectful to the kids is ok with this. And for that matter, she’s not a high school girl bragging about her boyfriend. The “I shagged DT and you didn’t” attitude is immature and out of place. You’re having sex with your husband… so? We know that you’re married. David is handsome and fans can be creepy sometimes, but she’s an actress, her father was the Doctor - she must know very well how to deal with the fans. I’m sorry if she feels insecure, but I don’t think she’s handling this very well. And, if she does feel insecure, I don’t think it’s about a bunch of strangers online… And you’re right, no mention of the word love whatsoever… (end of the rant, sorry)

@nabrrie No need to apologize at all! I'm glad you felt safe enough to rant in my inbox. The fact that people are refusing to see anything wrong with that caption solely because it was Georgia who posted it is disturbing to me. (I even saw one person say "If this was anyone else I would be disgusted, but Georgia is an icon.") If your first instinct is to be disgusted by that caption, it should not matter who wrote it. It should not matter that it's "British humor" because humor being British doesn't mean it also can't be wildly unfunny or even hurtful. And it's wildly hypocritical to me that these fans who rail against RPF and say how it could harm their children are the same fans who have no problem with Georgia writing a caption like that.

I've said this before, but it bears repeating: Georgia should not be immune from criticism simply because she is David's wife, or because she is an ally to the LGBTQ community. Being an ally does not mean someone can't be rude or a jerk, because human beings are complicated and can be more than one thing at a time. Calling her out for using her kid's birthday post as an excuse to brag about her own sex life is not some outrageous act--it's a reasonable response, particularly from people such as yourself who have experienced the consequences of being an unplanned child.

It's amazing to me how people have read things into her caption, or made assumptions because of it based on what they want to believe her and David's relationship is. I've seen people say it meant "They were madly in love when they had me," but the word "love" was never used anywhere in that caption. They were madly in drunk when they had her (or at least Georgia was), and that's all it takes to have a baby--two people having sex, whether they are in love or not. And at the end of the day, that is what her caption was actually about: Georgia letting us know that she is having sex with David and the rest of us are not.

But she clearly is insecure, because it looks like she actually did respond to one of the numerous tweets criticizing her this morning:

So, let's take a step back here. She's over on Insta bragging about getting to shag David and how great their sex life is, but instead of actually shagging him, she is searching for her name on Twitter again and taking the time to respond to stuff like this. The paradox is quite something, really.

Also, the fact that she does not or cannot recognize that what she said in that caption is not normal seems to indicate that she thinks she can say and do whatever shes wants, regardless of who it affects or whether it sends her kids out into the world with a very skewed idea of what is "normal." Interestingly, though, I don't think we can say that she doesn't care what people think, because if she didn't, she wouldn't be searching her name (again) and looking for comments to which she can respond.

Whatever the case may be, I agree with you that whatever has her feeling insecure has nothing to do with people online (@irvinis has volunteered a particularly interesting theory on your original Ask). And for someone who has dealt with fans for so many years (as you also mentioned), she definitely is not handling this in the way you would expect. I guess we'll have to see if she pushes back against any of the other critical comments...

[hetaologist]

Waking Up in Las Vegas Pt. 1 (APH America x Fem! Reader)

Rating: SFW

Synopsis: You are a news reporter sent to Las Vegas to cover a story in the big city by your boss. America has been a secret long-term fan of your blogs until that one day you posted that juicy story about him ...

"Man, that was...quite the flight..." You said to yourself once you got out of the airplane. You walk through the gates and stop by baggage claim for your suitcase.

"HEY DUDE! Never thought I would find you here!" America yells from across the terminal. He was wearing a tie-dye red, white, and blue t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and his iconic pair of Crocs.

"Wait...are you...The United States of America?!" You questioned him. It was kinda of a surprise to see him there.

"Yes ma'am, that would be me~☆." He said while flashing his million dollar smile.

"Well...my god. Wha- how do you even know me in the first place?"

"Come on Dude, you're that reporter who runs a popular blog for that big news site, 'The Hawkeyes' !"

"I'm just surprised to see you here. Did you know I was coming to Las Vegas?" You were curious as to how America knew you were stationed in Vegas. That's when his face gets all peachy and sweaty.

"Oh!? Well...it's just a simple coincidence. Yeah, that's all~!" He said while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Really? Are you sure you're not stalking me?" As a slight smirk grows on your face.

"WAI- WHAT?! Dude, I TOTALLY wouldn't do that! That's like totally weird and creepy." He huffs and folds his arms. "Anyways...since we just so happen to be here at the same time and NOT because I was watching your social media or whatever, I wanted to talk to you about your recent report."

"Oh? Is that so, Mr. America? Which one do you want to talk about?"

"Hmph, how about I treat you to lunch first? Since there's a lot I want to say."

You think about it for a good minute. This discussion could add some valuable insight to your report. "Sure, I have plenty of time."

"Great! I'll take you to my favorite spot in this airport~!" America beamed.

He takes you over to a 1950's styled diner at the food court. "This place got some wicked burgers man." He sits you down at a booth and he sits right in front of you. The waitress comes by, hands both of you a menu, and takes your drink orders. Then America crosses his arms with a slight grin on his face. "So....Ms. Y/N, your report about me last week...."

"What about it, America?"

He takes a deep breath, "So, it seems like you have some...theories about me..."

The waitress hands us our drinks and takes our order. "Theories?" You smirked.

"Oh ho ho~! Don't play dumb with me Ms. Y/N. You posted about my "alleged" criminal track record online. You have theories linking me to these unsolved crimes. That's quite bold of you..." He says in a low-toned voice.

You started to feel the heat but kept your cool. "Hmm, what's wrong with that? I can write about whatever I want. After all, freedom of press~."

"True. However, not if it damages an innocent person's life. That my dear, is a suable offence." America says before drinking his super thick and rich cookies and cream milkshake.

That's when you could feel the heat rise above your neck and pool into your face. "I have proof..."

"Proof? I highly doubt that. You have no concrete proof of me committing these crimes, or any crime as a matter of fact." He leans back in his chair while placing his feet on the booth next to you.

"Hmm, so since we are here, let's clear things up. Shall we?" Your gaze pierces into his eyes.

He chuckled with delight. "Ah~, and if you find out that it's not true, you'll take down that post and post an apology. Deal?"

"Hmm...deal." You reached out your hand and shook hands with him.

The waitress quickly comes by with your food and America immediately picks up his big ass hamburger and takes a bite of it.

"So, Mr. Stars and Stripes...where do you want to start?"

With his mouth still full and chewing, he replies "Hmm... let's talk...about the...theory of...that LA highspeed...chase that...happened three...weeks ago..." He takes a big gulp of his milkshake.

[chunkymamatam]

Hii Reena here ^^

Thanks again for the reply! I would certainly love to know how to behave in a more masculine way, I think that would certainly help me in my mission! In the case that I do get found out though, I want to know, on your more feminine days, do some people get creepy or weird? I think that's my biggest fear when going to an all boys school :')

Besides that, I came up with more questions! Wanted to ask how the Octavinelle and Scarabia Arc went since you said you already completed them

I assume that most of it was the same, but wanted to know how exactly it went and how the differences were.

My personal favourite Character is Azul, but Jade, Jamil and Kalim are close seconds, so I wanted to know how those Arcs went since they are my favourites :)

Obviously more happened than what was shown in the game, so I would appreciate it if you could tell us a little something about what went on behind the scenes!

Also, a few more specific questions (assuming that the story was similar to the ingame one...): When Ace, Deuce and Grim made a deal with Azul and Jade and Floyd came up to the group, did the interaction go similar to the ingame one? Does Floyd also call you Shrimpy?

Did you immediately agree to help the boys? I mean...it was their own fault lol...

How is Jack? My favourite Savanaclaw student <3

How was working at the lounge like?

Oh and something I've always wondered is how the water-breathing potion tastes like. Is it really that gross? I feel like Azul made it taste bad out of spite.

That brings me to the next point, how is breathing under water like? And what do Jade's and Floyd's real forms look like?

Did Leona also help with the plan? Was it hard to convince him?

What did Azul look like as a kid? I can imagine him being adorable! Also, did he cry? I found it super adorable in the game, but I assume in person it would be much more of a hassle lol.

I saw a few comics about your experiences with Scarabia and I loved them.

How is Jamil? I feel like he would be much more antisocial than ingame...he gives me those vibes.

Special shoutout to Kalim, the ray of sunshine we all love.

Did you escape Scarabia like in the game? What is it like to fly on a carpet lol? And also, did you crash into Octavinelle? I feel like there was some compensation behind the scenes...did he make you work for him?

Okay okay I've noticed that there are a lot of questions so I'll stop here for now. Additionally, if it's too much feel free to skip some or split it up over more posts if that help :)

Thanks in advance! Have a nice day <3

-Reena

Hi again! Sorry it took a little longer than normal. It’s a lot to type and the heat exhaustion hit me like

These tips are gonna be general things that I've observed and heard from trans men, vocal coaches and body language specialists respectively. I'm not an expert and its probably gonna take a bit of practice.

also everything I say as to explain why to do these things isn't to bash men, its all neutral. Men and Women were just raised with different expections and social norms whether people want to admit that or not lol The social context behind the behavior is also important imo

don't be afraid to take up space. Man spreading, wide stances, etc. They were raised and taught the social norm and expectation that they're allowed to take up space with no shame so this is how you're gonna have to naviigate the world too if you wanna pull it off.

Bigger and less words. Men tend to talk less and explain things in bigger words while women tend to explain things in more words (even if we have the vocabulary to shorten it). This is due to the fact they're raised with a "I'm gonna talk how I feel and if you don't understand the language I'm using well then too bad ig" type mentality

They walk like they have something between their legs (cuz they do most of the time lmfao)

Confidence is key honestly. and if they question it gaslight tf out of them

Honestly its mostly just practice. There's more to it vocally but I haven't managed to do that yet so idk how to explain it too well. Its more than deepening your voice tho cuz men do have higher voices sometimes. They speak wider idk how else to explain. It has to do with the way they hold their jaw and move their tongues (Yes they can both affect the way you speak majorly)

Now as for my experience with Octavinelle and Scarabia... Do I hold everything that happened against them? No not at all. Am I still going to heavily fucking bitch about that shit? Absolutely. Lets start with Octavinelle

In my DR is an actual college EVERYONE is 18 and up

Octavinelle

First of we had our first set of finals and the tweels were campaigning Azul's contracts which I expected. What I hadn't expected was for them to start low key stalking me. They approached me one time because I had a bad grade on the pop quiz we had in class that day. Man they’re toweringly tall. They’re not that scary tho. Like intimidating and suspicious sure but like that’s cuz they’re being plotting bastard men lmfao they were like

“I see you’re struggling a bit~”

“We can help you with that~”

“All you need to do is come to our lounge and speak with Azul, he has something that can help”

And I was like “uhm.. no I’m good. I don’t need help and besides. I’ve heard about those deals and I want no part in it.”

And then for the next week up until finals they would watch me. Bro it was so scary just seeing a flash of blue and teeth. I turn around and they’re going around the corner. It definitely wasn’t a coincidence either cuz this wouldn’t just be when I’m going to class. Grim would point them out and start sweating. It was wild 😭

When the time finally comes and the hoard of mfs with anemones start crowding into octavinelle I wanted to mind my business. I checked out what was going on with Jack and then go home and not think about it for a week. Those 3 must do their time. I literally only felt bad for Deuce. I couldn't have it my way tho because of course I couldn't. Crowely comes in and is like,

"Fix this for me. I assume you like the amenities I'm providing.. Housing.. Food.."

So I didn't really have a choice unfortunately. I slept on it and that morning at breakfast the tweels came over and started asking how I was feeling cuz I "Looked extra stressed" and "extra done" with "the anemones." Nah cuz this information is relatively inconsequential cuz Azul was gonna find out anyway so I was like.

"Yeah I have a bitch of a commission from the headmage. So I'll be paying you a visit later at the lounge."

Bruh Floyd was kinda excited in his sly type of way "A visit from shrimpy? That'll be fun"

That was the end of that and I made my way to The Mostro Lounge after classes, ask about talking to Azul and start working a shift while we wait. It was really funny cuz when I'm serving I switch to a customer service voice that sounds significantly different than my normal voice. It almost sounds like Barbie. The way the Tweels, Jack, Ace, Deuce and Grim stopped and stared for a solid 10 seconds cracks me up every time I think about it lol

Eventually I get to go talk to Azul and I sit down in front of his desk. I was like.

"This isn't my usual thing, should I just cut to the chase and say this bluntly or..?"

"My aren't you just straight to business. I like it."

"I guess. This isn't my scene and I'm not exactly here because I want to so I'd just like to get this over with"

"Go on then."

"Sorry. So I'm here because of the whole.. Anemone situation. Is there anyway I could get you to release them from there contracts?"

"Maybe a few.. But all. That's quite the tall order."

"and if it were up to me I would only ask that Ace, Deuce and Grim be released but unfortunately that's not an option at the moment."

"You seem like a relatively reasonable person so I'll cut you a deal" and he explains how the contract works. I get the picture and he lets everyone go.

He asks me if we have a deal and as I open my mouth those 3 fuck heads bust through the door, Jade and Floyd following behind. They start begging and pleading for me to just "sign the contract" and save them. That shit pissed me off because how dare you. I really laid into them I'm ngl. I told them

"You got your damn selves into this situation and if I had half a mind I'd leave you to your contracts. I don’t want to be here and if it were up to me I would leave you here to suffer the consequences of your own actions. So how about instead of begging me to get you out of the hole YOU dug, you take your asses back on the floor and do your damn job that you stupidly signed up for."

Which must’ve been really funny to watch considering Azul, Jade and Floyd were chuckling. After the three were dragged out by the anemones on their heads Azul just starts roasting the fuck out of me with the most matter of fact tone it was genuinely hilarious. He clearly knew nothing about me but like I wasn’t gonna say nothing. He really looked at me and said that a bargaining chip was gonna be tricky because and I quote I’m an “Average student with no exceptional talents” 💀💀💀 did I correct him? No but like damn I think my art is good and according to everyone else I can sing so stfu bitch 😭 Anyway I signed away Ramshackle as collateral because like.. Crowley threatens to take it all the time tf do I care lmfao

I end up sleeping in Savanaclaw for those few nights but whatever. Azul gave me the potion to let me breathe underwater, Thank you oh merciful see witch ig, we try to go to the museum. Now. I’m an epileptic, oxygen deprivation in any capacity is a trigger. I’m not a very fast swimmer and the Tweels are fucking fish. Floyd caught me and the squeeze is basically a choke hold combined with chest compression to stop you from breathing 😭 I had a seizure cuz of it and when I came to him and Jade were mortified, Jack was yelling at them, Deuce and Grim were sobbing, Ace was yelling about how he thought I was joking about having my medical conditions LMFAO

Yeah they generally stopped trying to catch me after that 💀 We ended up using the plan they used in the game and I specifically told Leona “hey, remember how Lilia pushed you into an overblot? If he starts freaking tf out and having a mental breakdown DONT I repeat do NOT start bullying tf out of him.” He didn’t fucking listen to me. Then wanted to look at me like he didn’t know that was gonna happen. Like bitch I warned you tf you looking at me for. In short he tried to snatch my whole life bro 😭 Dealing with over blots is fucking crazy bro cuz they’ll Fr try to kill you and start insulting tf out of you. It was so unserious with Azul tho I’m not even gonna lie to you man.

He said “you have no money and you live in a shit hole. Do you know how much money and energy its gonna take to fix that???? And you live there!!”

I said “take that up with Crowley man!” LMFAO

Afterwards he cried and then when he pulled himself together and we went to the museum I had a little heart to heart with him. I let him know that he was worth more than his appearance and more than his money and he should be proud of his accomplishments and his smarts. He said there’s no need to butter him up but like I don’t do that shit I was just being honest with my feelings.

That’s all I really have the energy for. Again I’m sorry it took so long 😭

[longeyelashedtragedy]

hi! please don't feel obligated to reply to this, especially if it makes you uncomfortable, it's just an observation i've made.

it's both strange and endearing how you (probably) don't know who i am, and i cannot say that i know you personally, yet i think i've prayed for your good health and genuinely hoped that you're doing well more than some people i actually know irl. my sister knows you by tumblr username because i get happy when i see you've posted/are happy about something lmao. i probably live at least a thousand miles away from you, and i can confidently say that you are loved from all the way over here. sincerest apologies if this comes off as creepy (i'm really not the best at articulating how i feel) but i was in a sentimental mood and felt like telling (or reminding) you that no matter what happens in your life, you are loved simply because of who you are, even if that love comes from someone a thousand miles away from you lmao

sorry again if this seems weird!! i hope you're doing well <3

hi anon,

i keep reading your message over and over. i'm going through it hard right now in irl life and it just means so much to me that you'd think this of me and let me know. i don't know what i've done to deserve all of this but...thank you so much 😭 i'm really not sure who you are, but i hope i can continue to make you happy.

seriously...i treasure this message so much 😭

[zot3-flopped]

Lots of ordinary fans just won't go to Louis shows because they don't want to be surrounded by Larries, and who can blame them?//

i wanted to give my opinion on this, i’m a fan of both louis and harry, and while it might seem weird i’m actually always reading your posts! we disagree on a lot of things but ultimately i agree with you on a general level, now some louies might say i’m a fake fan but idrc… the experience for me is something like this, i love both of them a lot and would never drag harry to praise louis, or the other way around, i never shipped them and i hate most hybrid stans. what i wanted to talk is how larries truly ruin the experience for me as a louie, i remember joining the 1d fandom in 2012-2013 and the first thing you would have to see to make friends is larry videos, they would ask you whether you believed in larry or not, share freddieismyqueen videos, shove down your throat theories and basically manipulate the entire experience around them being or not being a couple, now as solo artists i struggle so much to find a place in either fandom, i love harry too much so louies don’t like me, and i actually enjoy being a fan of louis so harries don’t like me, but in person you can go and enjoy harry’s concerts and it’s EASY and perfect, with louis… the fans ruin it all, you queue and there’s larries asking whether you’re one of them or not, you enter the venue and you see banners about larry, you leave the show and there’s theories on twitter about whether harry was in the vip section or not, the next day there’s complains or excitement over fan made theories. rinse and repeat. it’s tiring, it’s excruciatingly frustrating and liking an artist shouldn’t be about that! you might disagree with me or not understand why i like louis, but it’s both a personal and fanatical reason, and i wish i could be a fan of him without all the noise that comes from shippers. sometimes i leave twitter, especially when louis is doing a reply spree… because i know that he can’t answer anything or to anyone without larries making a big fuss over it, he replied to someone with a harry pfp? larry proof, he did not reply to someone with a harry pfp? it wasn’t him and it was a deliberate message to the fans. i have missed out on going to a few of his concerts because i can’t for the life of me stand to be in the same room as those people for more than half an hour.

louis could be a normal artist, not the famous person on earth but someone with a stable career and a good niche fandom, and it would all be okay! but larries have made it impossible for people to take him seriously and even i, as a fan of YEARS, struggle with it. at some point you do ask yourself, is my love for this person enough to ignore all these things?

Thank you for this. Louis' concerts sound pretty grim, with Larries wrecking the experience for non conspiracy fans like yourself. I'm so glad that solo Harries took a stand on Larries early on and made them feel unwelcome at shows if they had creepy banners or were wearing Larry merch. Solo Louies could do the same, but I suppose you guys don't have the numbers.

[gracewritesfics]

You post thirst traps on social media hiding your face, and sext strangers, and he views it all from his anonymous account. But what you both didn't know was you were in the same college. Suddenly, he realises it as he notices details about you. And he recognises you and is totally shocked.

Y/n's pov;

I've been single for a long time now. Dating is so complicated. The last time I dated a guy was three years ago. It was a year long relationship that ended in nothing but a heartache and tears. I was done with dating. I didn't want another complicated relationship. I had developed commitment issues because of my past relationships. So, I decided on not dating anyone.

Anyway, I still wanted attention. I will not lie. I felt the need. So I created an account on instagram. It had a weird username so none of my in real life people recognise me. I posted a picture without my face, wearing a sexy top, that hugged me tight, showing off my curves. A few people followed me, mostly creepy guys. You know how it is. They go crazy. And start dming you all at once.

I saw my message requests as they were bombarded with texts with just a few pictures that I had posted. I replied to ones I found a little appropriate, not creepy. But then they asked for more, they asked to meet me and my information like my contact number. So I blocked them or ghosted them.

I did not want to have sex, not with some random guy from my social media. I did all of it for attention. I was loving it. I posted a picture with my red lace bra and my dms were flooded. I talked a little to a few guys. I had this pattern, I ghosted them as soon as they began to sound like a creep.

No one knows about this. This side of me. Not my besties. None of my friends. The day they get to know about it, it's over for me. Because in reality, I'm a really shy girl. Introvert. I had this image. But the pictures I had posted on that account, were questionable for someone like me. I was shameless there. Like for public entertainment. But I got what I wanted. Attention. And I got to show off my body. It was too sexy to keep it disguised. At least some guys could see and jerk off and sleep peacefully at night because of me. Right? I was just doing social work.

One night, it was insufferable. I needed someone to talk. But most guys in my dms were creeps. I didn't want to talk to them. I went a little too far as I tried to click a perfect semi nude. I wore panties that barely covered my ass. And I slid off the straps of my bra, it showed the most of my cleavage. And I clicked pictures, showing off my ass and then my cleavage. I pressed my boobs from the side of my arms to make them look more perfect and show off the cleavage more. And then I posted it on my story.

I was hopeless. There were only creeps. I checked every other dm, disappointed. Then, there was this anonymous account, it said, "Your body is beautiful." I looked at it and smiled. "Don't flatter me. There's no need." I replied. "I'm not flattering you, it's the truth. I think women's bodies are a piece of art crafted by god and yours is one of the perfect ones." The text read.

"Woah, woah. What do you want? Nudes? Sex?" I asked. "No. I don't want any of that, unless of course, you are comfortable." He texted. "Are you for real? Are you a guy?" "Yep, I'm a real person, a guy."

"Can you please... help me. I need someone." I said finally out of desperation. "Tell me." He said. "Send me your video, while masturbating" "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yes" I replied. I took off my bra and clicked a picture of my boobs while holding them with one arm and sent it to him after contemplating. "Damn, they're gorgeous." He texted.

His choice of words swooned me. Even if it was a facade. Maybe he's trying to impress me so he can fuck me in real. But it made me feel things. I was fucking wet already and then he sent me a video. His veiny hands, holding his dick, jerking it then going faster. I imagined it inside of me with every thrust he made by his own hand. His dick was leaking precum. And I was so wet. I shoved my finger inside me and paced it back and forth to get some satisfaction.

I felt a wave of tremble and my fingers were sticky with all the release. "Did it help?" He asked. "It did" I said but I needed him so badly. I needed that dick inside me. "Then sleep well, beautiful <3." He texted. My eyes were widened. It was sweet but, why would he text me like I'm his girlfriend. I was just a random stranger.

I logged off my account and decided I'd not open it. But a couple nights later again, I felt irritated with all the tension. I wanted a release. So I logged in. I tried not to text that guy. But everyone else was stupid, creep, asshole. "Hey" I texted. After a few minutes, he texted back, "Hi! How are you?" I told him I'm fine. "Can I help you with something?" "You already know." I replied. And then he understood.

Sexting with him was, so satisfying. He knew exactly what to say. It made me turn on even more. "I'll trail kisses from your neck to your shoulders. I'll paint you like a canvas with my tongue." He sexted in poetry, I was amazed.

Jimin's pov;

As I was pacing through the campus to reach the hallway, I bumped into a girl. All her pages fell down and got scattered on the ground. "I'm sorry." "It's okay," she said and began to pick it up. I bent on my knees to help her too. She was really polite, someone else would be arguing with me that I was running around..

For a brief moment my hand touched with hers... And I viewed it closely. I felt like I had seen those hands somewhere. I looked at her face, but I didn't know her. She looked into my eyes and then said, "Thank you."

"What for?" I asked. "For helping me, in picking all this mess up." "Oh, no worries, it was my fault anyway." I said. "It's okay." She said again and then went on her way. I looked at her from behind. Shoulder length hair. She wore a top and a skin fit jeans. She walked away and I went my way.

..

"Hey" she had texted. The girl from that account. "Can I help you with something?" I asked. "You already know."

I had controlled myself for a long time. Once, when I was in high school, I dated a lot of girls. They'd also get into bed with me and have sex. But as soon as they got a guy better than me, they'd leave. I don't usually say this for women, but some of my exes were bitches. Especially the last one, she took me to bed herself and later blamed me that I manipulated her into sex. She did so when I caught her cheating with someone else.

I had this anonymous account because I wanted to have zero social media presence. I did not want to add some stupid people to see what's going on in my life. When I came across this account of a girl, she posted her thirst traps. I was really intrigued. Although she intentionally posted pictures where she showed her curves and her cleavage but I couldn't help but notice every detail. The little moles she had. One on her collarbone. It was beautiful. She had a scar, on her left thigh, did she hurt herself?! I did not ask, it would be too personal.

I had texted her earlier complimenting her body because I couldn't hold back. Sure, I was jerking off every other night seeing her pictures. I was curious, how beautiful would she be in real. How her face would look like? If her body was so beautiful. I wanted to hear her moans. How would it be to fuck her?

...

I was climbing the stairs of college one day as a girl was descending and suddenly on the last step she lost balance and she fell down. If I had stood close enough I would have held her. But she fell and her skirt slid up her thighs. I'm not the one to peep like a shameless creepy guy. But what caught my attention was the scar on her thighs. I shook my head to come to my senses and held out a hand to her.

Her hand felt so soft, like a touch of a blanket in winter. She got up and straightened her skirt. "Thank you.. I.." she hesitated feeling embarrassed. "It's okay, it happens, don't be so worried. No one else saw!" I assured her. Then she smiled hesitatingly and went away. I looked at her as she walked away. Was she..? No, she is so shy and quiet. She can't be her. Its paradoxical.

...

"I want to ride you. Fucked by you from behind. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk." She was wilding. Our sexting had reached another level. Whenever she felt the need, she texted me and I was there for her. We imagined the filthiest scenarios and our imaginations were wild. We sometimes even got close. I asked her when she sent the picture of her ass, she told me she had those scars from harming herself. She told me her ex used her to get nudes and sex and then left her. I shared with her my story. We practically knew each other's worse secrets. But we did not know each other.

...

One day, as everyone was preparing for the college fest, students were gathered. It was a compulsion to take part in one thing or the other. So, I took part in a dance. It was supposed to be a pair dance with 5 pairs. There were other girls too, so we were told to choose a partner from participants. There was this girl I knew. We had bumped into each other twice. I chose her as my dance partner. We began to practice as the dance instructor told us to do.

I held her waist for a step and she rested her hand on my shoulder. She wore a top and it revealed a little bit of her collarbone. I saw a ... mole. What the fuck?! "What's your name?" I asked casually, smiling. "y/n, and you.." "Jimin Park." I told. I shouldn't do this. But I peeked through the gap on the neck of her top, and noticed another freckle on her cleavage, at the exact same spot. I moved away my gaze instantly. She. Is. Her.

The girl I've been sexting with. It's her. I noticed her face. More beautiful than I ever imagined. Her voice sweet like honey. I imagined her completely. From the pictures she had sent me. I imagined her under me, moaning in that sweet voice of hers. I controlled myself. As I still danced with her.

"Can you say my name?" I asked. "What?" "I want to see if you pronounce it correctly." I said. "Umm.. Jimin, right? Jimin!" She said. I wanted her to scream it louder. "Right!" I said.

...

I held myself back too much, knowing it was her, everyday we practiced dance and every night she'd say filthy things to me in the chat. She wanted to be fucked so badly yet in real she hid behind that mask of innocence. I'm not saying she wasn't innocent. But I knew her behind that shy girl demeanor. She was wild.

The fest happened. The dance practice sessions were over. We did not meet much in college after the fest. Not like we used to while practicing dance. When I placed my hands on her waist and imagined her naked in front of me like in her pictures. I knew every detail of her body. Her freckles, her marks, her curves, everything.

One night, after a couple days, as she was busy with exams, she texted. "I'm sorry I was MIA for a while." She texted at midnight. "That's alright, you must be busy." I said. "Yes." She said. "Exams over?" I asked, unconsciously. "How do you know about my exams?" She asked back. Fuck. "Who are you??" She asked. "Do you know me?" A series of texts.

"I know you pretty well, you've shared a lot about yourself." I said. "No, I did not tell you about my exams. Who are you?" She texts. "I'm someone, who knows you. In real and virtual. From your shy personality to your wildest dreams."

She freaked out. She stopped texting. And a few moments later, I was blocked. What the fuck? We had talked so much, and sexted so many times, now that I tell her I exist in reality, she blocked me. I had her pictures saved. I saw them for a while. Then in frustration I threw my phone on the side of bed.

...

I paced my steps, looking for her all around the campus. I searched so many places but she wasn't there. Finally I saw her in a classroom. Putting her head down. I went inside the class and sat near her. "y/n?" I asked. She jerked up. Her eyes widened and she was terrified. But as she saw me her expressions calmed. "Oh, Jimin. You." She said.

"Yes, me." I said. "I thought it was someone else." She said. "Who could it be?" "Um.. no one." "Then why are you so scared and terrified?"

"I-" She was going to say something when I placed my finger on her lips. "Do you not recognise me?" I asked. "What?" She looked confused. I showed her my other hand, flexing it. "This hand, do you recognise it?" I asked. Her eyes widened with each breath as she noticed my veiny hands.

"You dream of it every night, these fingers, you dream of them inside of you..." She heaved, her heartbeats heavy. She couldn't breathe. She got up and hurried out of the class. I followed her. Calling out her name in the hallways. She dashed across the campus. I ran up to her and held her wrists and pinned her against the wall of the auditorium. Our voices faintly echoed as we spoke because of the huge space.

"Why are you running away from me? Didn't you say that you want me?" I asked. "I..I.. never imagined, you were.. really."

"You have driven me crazy with your fantasies. And I want to fulfill each one of them, darling." I said. "Wh.. I ... Jimin."

"Stop the act. I know who you are. I have seen you behind this facade." I said.

"Jimin, I'm not the kind of girl... that's not me." She mumbled.

"Babygirl, don't be ashamed of your desires. It's not a bad thing. I know you. I know about your scars, your freckles, each line of your body. And I know you want this. Just tell me once. I'll give you everything you want. In every way you like it. Don't hold yourself back anymore." I said, cupping her face as she looked into my eyes.

"I.. want you to-" she was about to say when I crashed my lips with hers and began kissing her, biting her lips, shoving my tongue in her mouth. "Wa-..wait.. is this the right place?" She asked.

"How about, I take you to my mansion? There's no one else there, my mom dad have gone for a trip." I said. "your mansion?" Confusion etched on her face in indecisiveness. "Do you trust me?" I asked "Y..Yes. I trust you." She said. I grabbed her hand and dragged her to my car.

...

As she sat in the passenger seat I drove off the campus and I drove in speed. "Slow down, baby." She said. "I thought you liked it fast" I joked. She hit me playfully. As I parked my car outside my mansion. I looked at her finally, biting my lower lip in anticipation. Weeks and months of just imagining and dreaming.

Her gaze met mine and then dipped to my lips. I instantly grabbed her face and pulled her in for a kiss. Devouring her, like her lips were my favourite ice cream. I licked her, sucked her lips. She gasped as she tried to kiss me the same way. She moved her velvety lips against mine and I melted.

"Are we gonna do it in the car?"she asked.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold myself back!" I said and she chuckled lightly which made my heart tickle. I got out of the car and pulled her out of the seat and into my arms. Slamming the door with my feet as I kicked it. I held her up in my arms. And rushed to my bedroom which was luckily downstairs. I rushed across the hall into my bedroom, I dropped her on the fluffy mattress of my bed and locked the door. No one was home, but just in case.

I want back to her after locking the door. She looked straight at me, laying down as I had placed her, hands on the sides. She put her legs close together joining them.

She wore a skirt, black stockings, and a shirt on top. It was sexy. But it needed to go. I held both her knees as she had her legs joined, and did them apart. Spreading her legs open. I yanked up her skirt, and put my hand over the thin fabric of her panties. I laid on top of her, kissing her, mixing her saliva with mine. My tongue practically fucked her mouth.

She fought for dominance but I kissed her hard. Then I moved down to her neck. Unbuttoning her shirt all the way down, I removed it from her taking off it's sleeves. She wore her red lace bra. "This is my favourite." I said as I kissed over her cleavage. Biting her nipples from over the fabric of her bra. While I made circular motion with my fingers on her clit and she was dripping wet already. She moaned and gasped as I moved my fingers slowly and then I slid down her panties and shoved my fingers in her pretty little cunt. I stroked her with my fingers as she moaned.

I paced them back and forth inside of her until they were soaking in her juices. I licked my fingers to taste her. And then put them in her mouth. "you're delicious, I can have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert." I said. And went down on her as I put my thumb in her mouth. And undoing her bra from the other hand in a second. She gasped. "Are you impressed with my skills, love?" "Hmphh!" She said with my thumb inside her mouth.

I licked her pussy moving my tongue and trying to devour her, putting it in as long as it can go, I tasted her. Her reactions drove me crazy as she moaned and breathed heavily. She shrieked when I put her clit between my teeth gently.

I went back up and kissed her hard. "Taste yourself, you filthy little girl." She chuckled. "How do you want it?" I asked. "Do I have to tell you?" She arched an eyebrow.

I scoffed. I knew her wildest fantasies. I knew how she liked it. I undid my jeans and she gazed at my dick shamelessly. I took her hand and placed it on my dick. "Feel it. How you said you wanted to hold it and do the things to me as I sent you the video?" I teased. She moved her hand and lashed it against my dick. I moved her hand and laid on top of her grazing her thighs with my dick. "Just... fuck me!" She said.

And I put it inside her. Slowly moving it at first and then increase the pace. I held her wrists to the sides. I watched her face, burning red, so flushed like a cherry. She was a smoking mess that I had created. I stroked back and forth faster, each time earning a moan from her.

"Say my name, love!" I said.

"Jimin! Jimin..Jim- Ahh!" I chuckled.. I couldn't help. It was so hot as she said, my name sounded like a melody.

"Do you want to ride?" I asked. She nodded with half lidded eyes. Sweating all over her neck and forehead. I laid down, and held her so she could get on top of me. I had wrecked her so bad. She got on top of me, I held her waist and she put her hands back on my thighs as I lifted them a little for her. She rode my dick, moving up and down as it pierced the insides of her. She moaned loudly. If I had neighbours, they'd surely enjoy.

"Jimin.." She mumbled and she brought her face down over mine. "I... I have fallen. In love. With you. I want you."

"I love you. Y/n. I want you all to myself. You are mine. You don't have to ask, I'll fulfill all your wildest fantasies. And no other man, could touch you like I do. They'll not see you like this. You're mine to fuck, mine to ruin and mine to love. All your scars, all your freckles, all your curves, mine to kiss and to touch."

"I love you baby. I promise. I'm all yours. Every inch of me. I belong to you. Take me as you want. I'm shameless. I'll be on my knees for you. I'll scream your name while you take me. Take me, completely."

[curieklei]

hiii so english isn't my first language and i'm learning more about gender and trans stuff and if i might be trans or something (i've been told i sound agender?? but that feels wrong), and something that confuses me, so i'm asking around abt it… "woman" used to simply denote afab, right? like a body type of ppl with a biological (not surgical) vagina & estrogen puberty. like a female dog. ppl say that it reduces women to their genitals, but what about with other animals? like female cat, female horse, etc, just bc we say "oh she's a girl" or "oh i have a male dog" doesn't mean we're saying they're only their genitals in that case, right…? a bitch is just a female dog, that's why it's a misogynistic word. misogyny is based on how ppl see someone without a penis as lesser, bc they don't have the power to forcibly penetrate and feel genital pleasure for it, they can't impregnate, they're "just a hole" etc. like so much of misogyny is just body-specific. the misogyny transfems experience seems terrible but also conditional? bc if they're found out to be amab they're treated as creepy men, so they then stop experiencing misogyny, they just face usually homophobia. meanwhile bio women (and transmascs who don't transition) have no exit door to the misogyny unless they transition and pass perfectly as male or something, and historically that wasn't an option. to me man & woman have always been neutral body types until i came across trans stuff, and i think the idea of gendered brains sounds sexist af. like gender seems like bullshit, i see me being a woman as just like being a female cat, i don't have ~womanly~ vibes in my brain, i was just born female and that's the least important thing about me, but male society made it weird. why should gender continue to be a thing? what does gender actually mean, if sexism was to be eradicated? is it bad if i view my womanhood as just a body type? most cis people i've talked to view their "gender" like this, as just a body type, like any other animal. they don't "feel" like one, they just have the body and aren't dysphoric about it. they might not always like it, but they don't have dysphoria about it, so they just… are. is that transphobic? i've heard mixed thoughts about it from trans ppl & activists, i'm just curious. feel free to ignore this lol ;;

Edit: A person in the replies has informed me that those may be are terf talking points disguised as questions to avoid suspicion so take this anon with a grain of salt. I'm keeping this post just in case anon is genuinely curious or something.

From what I see, reducing the societal importance of biological sex is indeed what's slowly happening, but it's definitely not in the same stage everywhere. It takes years for a person to unlearn something they were told their whole life, it takes generations for biological sex to lose importance.

I'll go over your questions:

Why should gender continue to be a thing?

I think you meant biological sex here. It's important to keep a little bit of it for medical purposes. Also imo it's possible for a culture to give it importance without ending up with a system that makes people feel awful sometimes.

What does gender actually mean, if sexism is to be eradicated?

I guess it'll just be a trait of a person in a similar way skin color is a trait of someone's body but like, with way more dimensions. It's kinda hard to put rules around this. Maybe it's just an answer to the question "What am I?".

Is it bad I view my womanhood as just a body type?

Lol do what you want it's your womanhood, your body and your you. There's nothing bad here and you're free to decide for yourself.

Is [not feeling much gender about your body] transphobic?

Doesn't feel transphobic to me, but anyone reading this is free to give their own take on this and the rest of what you said.

Idk what else to say so thanks for the ask and have a safe self discovery journey! Feel free to dm me or send another ask if you want to talk or me to add something to this.

[fly-you-dam-fools]

The Hogwarts Houses as Things I’ve Done:

Hello all! This is the long-awaited not awaited at all post about which Hogwarts House you think I'm in. I've tried to be pretty secretive of it and I don't think I've spilled about it (except to one person, you know who you are) because I've been waiting for this post.

All of this stuff has actually happened to me, some stuff is pretty funny 😂

PLEASE GUESS I'd love to see your take, and once a good number of people have guessed, I promise I'll disclose my Hogwarts House 😉

So, here we begin, in order of the Sorting Hat song in the first book so there aren't any favorites:

Gryffindor

Constantly thinks about all the things you could do to make a situation go wrong

Blasting music in the room and jamming while the family is out

Blasting music in the room and jamming while the family is in

Running around a campground randomly

That Hiccup meme supporting friend 👍

Picks dare at truth or dare and gets in trouble with the school

Constantly had to explain weird situations to supervisors in elementary school

Not liking supervising people because they always blamed stuff on us (the older ones) instead of the real guilty party (people that were younger)

Stashing trinkets behind a tree that’s off-grounds

Pretending the people running behind me are Grievers (the creepy stuff in The Maze Runner movies) to motivate me to keep running, and beat them

Types up an email or message with words that aren’t 100% soft and not-treading and clicks send impulsively

Intrusive thoughts on how long something would take to drop to the ground from a high place (like a small inanimate object)

Jams to video game soundtracks and pretends to be on a quest

Looks at videos on how to do cool sword/lightsaber tricks

Can picture themselves in a music video or dancing a super complicated number

Sends memes to friends constantly

Hufflepuff

Yells “Bless you!” to a person in another room

Initiate conversations with the new kid

Gets secondhand embarrassment from videos

Thinks about doing bad things then thinks about the punishment, then does the bad thing and feels super sorry and apologizes too much only to do the whole thing over again the next day

Gives money I found on ground to higher ups (regrets it later because I could have given it to charity)

Watches video of myself who didn’t reply to someone who said “Have a nice day”, feels bad

Blushes when writing fluff

Thinks fashion moodboards for hogwarts houses should be more varied

Constantly stubs toes on things (same place repeatedly)

Actually takes one piece of candy on Halloween when there’s no one at home

Has seriously never watched a horror movie before, but still enjoys the little thrills in other movies

Makes sure others are drinking water while sometimes neglecting to do the same

Feels bad when unable to make a commitment 

Seriously finds old couples/seniors so sweet

Is absolutely and completely distracted as soon as animals enter the picture, and will spend the next 45 minutes staring at a cute little bunny on the grass (at a respectable distance of course)

Always helps people with passing things out

Ravenclaw

Wishing humans could go days without eating or sleeping just to sit in front of a computer and do nothing

Folding clothes neatly only to throw them randomly in the closet

Yells at stupid characters in the movie to do better

Has a large collection of bookmarks

Uses phone as a bookmark because we all know which is more important

Daring other people to do things and never personally playing truth or dare

Reading ahead in class reads while keeping track of who’s talking and where in the book the class is reading

“You know there’s a spell for that right?”

Putting on thinner clothes just to feel that bone-chill to feel free

Falling out of chairs. Constantly. (or sliding off)

Hearing another conversation that you’re not a part of and accidentally reacting to a joke they said

Start a thousand projects but finish none of them

Terrible sleep schedule 

Goes off on alone and runs from the friend group an entire day because you want to spend time alone and run because it’s fun

Makes schedules just to not follow them

Starts way too many projects/stories but can’t/doesn’t finish them

Slytherin

Buy plants promising to take care of them only to watch them die with a neutral face

Sign up for every type of commitment and show up at none of them

Saying to a friend to not give spoilers to a movie then searching up the plot on Wikipedia

Thinks of ways you could usurp the teacher in class

Rants in an incognito search bar 

Searching up motivational quotes just to laugh at them

Makes friendship bracelets for oneself

Constantly either loves google or hates it

Has a rivalry with the internet

Goes to Apple Stores to pull up own website on Safari

Buying friendship bracelets/necklaces but not having anyone to share them with

Racks up accomplishments and certificates but stare at them in woe because they were of the past

Signature look is literally a smirk or raised eyebrow like what do you want from me

Walks around empty places with carefully planted steps, enjoying the echo that sounds across the room

Sits on a throne/chair in that pose occasionally

Is suspicious of everything that someone holds up or interesting suggestions, immediately thinking of the possible bad outcomes and how to avoid them

This actually took me quite some time to compile (from when I first made this account!!), and feel free to reblog with your thoughts and how you relate too! This is just some things I came up with myself and thought what fit into which house~ Just have fun! Please don't repost though.

Tagging some friends because I'd like their opinion, hehe: @softbobamilktae @jinnie-forthe-winnie-recs @silvermistcosmos @jiminie-and-his-pinky-finger

(I also vaguely remember doing a similar thing with asks but I totally forgot what people said (sorry 😭) and I can't find it...)

[tripstitan]

Yee Gods Yes

Found this on Harvard Health while I was thinking up a reply to a post about which hypersensitivity a person has the most of. (Hint, for me, it's all. Tactile, light, sound, crowd-overstimulation... Every sense of mine is heightened except smell, which I do not have as a sense. I'm anosmic I think is the term.)

Holy hell that would have been useful when I was trying to "be normal" for most of my life, trying to act as if I were neurotypical and not disabled, trying to work within the bounds of society's expected rules. Way to go Harvard Health. This sorta stuff needs to be seen more often by more people, especially employers.

I don't even realize that I'm stimming when I have to "even out" the pressure on either sides of my cuticles. Like if my right thumb gets pressure along its left half, I have to tap/press the right half of the cuticle thingy in response. Sometimes I just have to hit both sides, then eventually, all my fingers need evening out on both sides of my nail(which, once I notice, can become a near endless spiral, because I use my other finger edges to even out the pressure on my other finger edges...)

Don't even get me started on how wearing denim feels like my flesh is on fire. (Tactile hypersensitivity + fibromialgia = NO JEANS PLEASE.)

I used to be more heavily synesthetic, or have synesthesia to a higher degree. (Maybe I still do, but I've avoided the main triggers for a long, long time.) To me, voices and sounds have/had flavor. Too many voices/too much sound ends up just tasting like vomit, just nasty worst flavors combined coming to the fore. Yuck. Crowds suck. School assemblies SUUUUUUUCKED. I know I was a weird creepy kid, and the few things I remember from my past (yay trauma blanking out memories for me,) I'm pretty regretful of. I was sheltered, and I was an idiot... but I... anyway, let's just say I'm glad I'm in a position in life where if I don't want to, I'll never have to enter a crowded/loud space ever again.

As far as sound, and/or light, it depends on the day, because I do get photosensitive migraines, but I'm hyperaural/hyperaudiosensitive all the time. Depending on how I focus my ears, I can hear things, usually further away things, more clearly. It feels like I'm turning an internal radar dish in a crowded room, picking up other people's conversations, unable to hear the person right next to me trying to speak over the noise. ... I can also hear the thrum of electricity in power lines, and, with enough familiarity, can tell you whether or not someone has more appliances running than normal at the end of a segment of power lines. (I could always tell if dad was watching TV before I made it the 200 yards home down our long-arse dirt driveway basically out in the woods, based on the static hum in the power lines. It was just a tiny bit more audible, or a slightly different pitch. I think I probably could have also learned to guess if he'd opened the fridge and it had to kick in to cool things, or was using the microwave, but the easiest one to prove was the TV being on, or not, as based on the sound when I arrived home from school.)

Sarcasm suuuuuucks to try to detect. I trained myself to learn inflections and so on, and some people deliver without inflection! Or use it online, where there is no inflection! I... yeah I went undiagnosed most of my life, my therapist and I are proud of how far I'd come without help, without even knowing what I was facing. I grew up pretty poor, raised by a single parent, in the 80s and early 90s into late nineties and early 2000s, before there really was a ubiquity of internet access, before anyone could even reasonably be expected to have access to information, especially when living in such a rural area, or areas, as we did.

Anyway, sort of like Ren's admission in Hi Ren, as I got older, I learned to be less rigid about attempting to fit into society, and I honestly lucked out by landing on my feet in the way that I did. It was a pretty long, multi-year fall, a tumble if you will, to the outskirts and edges of society. Not quite as graceful or eloquent as Ren's "an eternal dance, a pendulum swinging between the light and the dark, and that the harder the light shone, the deeper the darkness that followed it" or such. I'm paraphrasing. (Seriously, if you haven't watched it, Hi Ren puts a lot of feelings to words that peeps in our situations feel and deal with. Impostor syndrome, depression, intrusive thoughts, struggling with disabilities and getting the help we need, and so on. I guess content warning for it, since it's pretty personal and deep. I dunno what TW to say, maybe uh... bpd? Ren acts out two different internal voices in the song.)

Gods, I'm letting all this stuff get way too personal. It's just supposed to be my webnovel ad blog thingy. Then again, AAoMM is a huge part of me, it's a chunk of almost everything that I am, in a lot of ways. It's already pretty darn personal, carrying so much of me with it.

[freifraufischer]

I've seen people saying that maybe Selena was fine with it and we should wait for her to speak. Which would be fine, except a) the part where it was reported straight from the say-er in a widely-read public newspaper which really ought to know better, and b) do we really think she'd feel able to freely say publicly that she *wasn't* ok with it?

Yeah I'm not engaging it anymore with the UCLA stans because they wont be moved. I got a bunch of replies on that post on the reddit dunking on me because of Harris' instagram posts.

Maybe she's fine with it. My point was always that a leader isn't self defined and later in the day the idea that this was told to the student newspaper bothered me more.

I think the broader point now is that gym fandom is easily pacified by either official PR from NCAA teams/University athletic departments or statements from athletes beholden to those institutions on their personal social media.

Everyone loves Chris Waller/Jay Clark/KJ... even Janelle McDonald just wants them to have fun. Suni loves Auburn. Everyone is fine with the face stickers. Being ordered to smile makes them more confident. The Florida gymnasts were fine with Rhonda's lineup strategy (or really any of the times we are told gymnasts are fine with lineup places that are designed to boost others at the expense of themselves).

Could Harris be fine with the relationship? Sure. Absolutely. That kind of interaction does work with some. She could also have been told to post something to kill people discussing this. Especially if UCLA would like Marz to come back for another year.

Maybe it's because I came of age following cycling and was taught the incredibly hard lesson that athletes lie or are forced to lie by those with power over them. But I really don't get how gymnastics fans can seriously take things said in public or even on social media without even a tiny bit of skepticism. We all look at those creepy Ranch fluff pieces and see the red flags, I can show you the fluff pieces about Tom Forster's Olympic Dreams and people will start twitching, we all know the way Regan Smith was infantilized was weird as hell in elite. But as soon as this is dressed up in the clothing of a university and NCAA it's all "healing" and "team building" and I'm just... baffled.

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[friend-of-a-cat]

Op I didn’t know if u wanted people replying to ur p4/p3 doesn’t fit the p5 aesthetic post so I thought I’d just shoot an ask instead

Weirdly I think p4 would suit the flashier aesthetic better than p3, but this is partly because of how much of a focus the weather is in that game as most of my issue with p3r was how bright the lighting is

I feel like if they actually had an in-depth lighting engine that makes the sunny days bright, the rainy days dreary and the foggy days haunting, then you could get a really good atmosphere for p4 as that game is a bit more on the cheerful side as a whole

The flashy menus I think could also work if they have it flare to match vanilla p4, with like staticky/glitchy text or menu boxes - it’d match the duality of both the unsettling and cheerful vibes as well as pairing the creepy/mysterious energy to p4’s neon yellow colour scheme

I did think that the theaurgy skills were a bit much tho, both too flashy and too op - keeping shifting and expanding on the p4 team attacks could be fun though as the game is themed around friendship and supporting others so I think having team attacks for each pair of characters that showcase their relationship could be a vibe

Unrelated to aesthetics I’d want expanded more p5 palace style dungeons that go further into the character struggles, tweaks to some of the more yikes cutscenes (like do we need to play the 15 year old boy is a predator in the camping scene? can we not just have Yosuke freak out ask if kanji finds him attractive or smth to get similar vibes). Oh also localization fixes cause by god is Teddie done horrendously in the current one.

Anyway sorry if this is a weird ask, have a good one ✌️

I'm absolutely fine with asks/replies, so you're all good! Plus, I love having these kinds of discussions with people.

I do definitely agree with you that P4 fits the aesthetic of P5 way better than P3. I just completely went on a P3 tangent despite initially talking about P4 lol because P3R really doesn't feel the same. But I agree! I think the IT have the vibe to do big, flashy attacks and baton passes/shifts. Combat would definitely feel much better in that gamee if we had the option to switch to other party members like in P5/P3R. I think the menus/UI and combat do have a lot of potential when it comes to a remake, because the menus in the more recent Persona games are like absolute crack to me, and I do need more of them.

I think the main thing I'm concerned about is that I feel like the atmosphere in P4/Golden will be lost if it does get a remake. Like, the lighting and colours and particle effects really fit in with the whole countryside thing and personally make me feel very nostalgic as someone who grew up in a very small town for a few years. I don't really know how to describe it. Words are failing me right now lol. But I just know it'll be lost if they remake it. They could try to emulate it, sure, but I don't know. It just fits so well in the original. I think it's also because the textures and models aren't as high quality due to hardware limitations and the fact that it's just an older game. But it really adds something to the overall vibe.

The expanded dungeons would go so hard though. You're so right. I didn't even think about that. P5's dungeons were so fun, and I really liked how different each one was. In saying this, I really don't mind how dungeons work in the games before P5, probably because I'm really into dungeon crawlers like Etrian Odyssey and such, so I don't mind if they're just a bunch of similar-looking floors and such.

Yeah, I 100% agree with the Teddie thing lol. I do also think, if they go ahead and actually make Yosuke a romance option, that they should keep in the camping scenes, even though I hate them with every ounce of my being. I'm fine if characters are dickheads, as long as it ties into their character development and they do realise in the end that they shouldn't have said or done any of those things. I feel like, at least from what I've played of P4G so far, that Yosuke does move away from those kinds of comments, but, if they did tie it to his internalised homophobia, I feel like they could keep those shitty scenes in. Also... the camping scenes do kind of come out of left field for me, because, before that, Yosuke wasn't really that intense when it came to all of that kind of stuff. It did really seem like he was trying to deflect from something, even with the whole Chie/Yukiko swimsuit thing. I don't know. I hated those scenes, don't get me wrong, but they had the potential to add something interesting to his character if only they didn't remove his damn romance route. It's kind of like how Sokka from ATLA was sexist and stuff at the start, but then he learnt not to be over the course of the show, and when they removed his sexist behaviour from the Netflix live-action adaptation, he didn't feel like he developed as a character at all. Again, I absolutely don't want to excuse Yosuke's behaviour, because it's horrible, but yeah. I really like him as a character, but my god, if they had've kept in the romance route... Yeah. He would've been a much better character. I kind of just pretend that they did keep it in lol because of how much sense it makes.

As I mentioned before, I wouldn't be mad if they did remake P4, but I also don't think it needs a remake, and I do know a lot will be lost vibe/mood/aesthetic-wise because of it.

Thank you for the ask, anyway! Have a good one. :))