#anyway its all worth it for MEAT

[halfmoon-horse]

just made a phone call in japanese

[waywardsalt]

anyways. my very first attempt at malenia

[lecliss]

I want to watch Naruto but I don't want to start from the beginning.

[contentloadingandstuff]

Gym Headcanons - Lisa & Ningguang x Male!Reader

A/N: I hope you'll like this one! All the others WIPs are staring daggers at me though... CW: Nothing notable.

Going to a gym? Lisa will pass, thank you. 

All the sweat and all the effort could, if she had to exert herself at all, go towards other things than gaining muscles. What would she use them for anyway? Her strength doesn't come from raw, brutish power, but rather from her brilliance and knowledge. 

For Lisa, getting some gains would be a bad thing as far as her appearance is concerned. She feels great as she is - of healthy weight with some delectable fluff on her belly, thighs and butt. A girl's got to have some meat on her bones, doesn't she? It's perfect for touching and resting your weary head on those plushy thighs. She won't ruin that especially since you're far from complaining about her assets. 

Even if she won't train, Lisa will care for her diet, and will keep an eye on yours too if you ask her to. She'll buy more of her natural yogurts, fruits, granola and other healthy foodstuffs. You'll be in good hands - Lisa will buy you shakes and foods with lots of protein to help build that dazzling body of yours. 

If at any point you find yourself tempted to cheat, she’ll gently remind you of your goal and help you resist. 

She's a vegetarian herself, but will not, to any extent of the word, force her views upon you. She just dislikes the taste of meat, especially when it's fried. The heartburn she feels after is straight up awful. Still, she won't object to making you hearty meals with all the love she has. After all, she has all the time in the world. 

Although she wouldn't ever come to the gym herself, it's different with you there. Lisa will gladly tag along to keep you company whenever she can. She won't hesitate to do her research, helping you in maintaining the proper position and form as you train. Need a break? She'll pass you the water and take away the weights (according to her ability). Feeling tired or bored? Lisa will be there, keeping a conversation or reading out loud to you - this way you train both your mind and your body. She'll get you whatever help she can offer. 

Is she accompanying you to gawk at your bare chest, your tensing, sweaty muscles, hear your masculine groans of exertion as you lift inhuman weights and give it your all? See you doing what men do, pushing yourself to the limit to become bigger, better, faster and stronger? Perhaps. Is that an invalid reason? Not at all. 

After a certain amount of these trips, the mage will start eyeing the exercise mats with increasing curiosity. Of course she wouldn't do any actually tiring exercises, but it wouldn't hurt to stretch a little, would it? Being flexible has a few uses Lisa can't think of, most of which involve you~

The first few times would render her limbs and joints crying in pain as years of “rust” come off. It would surely leave her grumpy the next day, but it's alright - you'll do your duty and massage her pains away, won’t you? 

When going at them, Lisa likes to do stretches that let her poor back get some lovely relief. Every time she begins the cobra stretches of the day, she can't help but sigh in satisfaction. The first one's the best, no doubt about that. On the other hand, those exercises that require her to lean down are the cause of her pains rather than the relief. Toe touches aren't easy, and things like forward folds are the stuff of nightmares, the mere thought of which is enough to make her spine ache.

Ningguang isn't one to work out either. She’s on a strict diet, planned out for her by the best dietitian and cooked by the best chef Mora can buy. Each of her meals has its calories counted to the letter, and - should the situation demand it - Ningguang is capable of counting them herself. Even when there's no label, she's able to judge it with impressive accuracy. 

It's thanks to this attentive lifestyle that she can flaunt her wasp waist. Even if a person's worth is more in merit than appearance, impeccable beauty can go a long way too. Oftentimes just her looks alone can charm an interlocutor, leading to favorable outcomes. 

Eating this little has a downside, coming in the form of low energy levels. She can push pencils all day long, but even short jogs can find her out of breath after a while. Ningguang gets tired and sore fairly easily, making it no surprise that she avoids straining herself. 

She avoids training, but that doesn't mean she simply sits around looking pretty. Each of her mansions is equipped with a rich and well stocked gym for use at yours and hers leisure. Before you came they were mostly gathering dust, but your interest in training reminded her of that purchase. It was nice to see they finally had a use. 

Sometimes, on a slow day, Ningguang will bring out her sport gear and join you in the training room. Most of her time she'll do stretches or use the treadmill, since these don't increase muscle mass that much - the high class canon of beauty doesn't include muscle girls, nor does she see the appeal if truth is told. She's the Tianquan, not some… sea captain. 

Besides, that would be threading on your territory. Why be muscular if you're the muscle man here? If you're strong, then she'll be swift and agile. Perfectly complementary, wouldn't you say? 

When it comes to date ideas, a gym date is a unique one to be sure, but she doesn't mind. It gives both of you a chance to show off your hard earned physiques and spend some quality time together. Ningguang enjoys you spotting for her, even if she won't do the exercises by herself. The attention is always appreciated. 

She wouldn't admit that to anyone, but she enjoys goofing around with you. Using her as a dumbbell or doing push-ups with her casually sitting on your back is both amusing and quite flustering - getting a first hand experience of your strength never fails to get her a little red. But don't tell anyone, or else…!

Sometimes when she needs to think, Ningguang visits you and simply enjoys your presence in silence. There's something hypnotic about you going about your business and the repetitive motions of the equipment. Many times she watched you in silence, only to mutter a silent ‘got it’ before getting up and thanking you with a kiss. Each time after she left the room you were left fairly confused. Confused, but happy to be of help nonetheless.

Thanks for reading!

[alexmey-does-an-arts]

re ur egg post. aren't eggs a kind of fetishised commodity? in marxist philosophy within capitalism an egg has inherent value as a commodity that can create more capital for capitalist and is detached from the value of the labour and the being (a chicken) who created it. the labour of animals is not valued at all under capitalism. even egg laying hens are eventually killed and eaten and, once they have been sexed, boy and girl chicks are separated at birth and the boys are put in macerators (blenders basically) and ground up alive (or put in gas chambers etc) as they are not useful for laying eggs and farmers do not usually bother to raise them for slaughter for 'meat'

commodity fetishism is a very intersting part of marxist theory and can be applied not just to objects but also to living (or often dead- we kill over 60 billion farmed land animals a year, that's not including farmed fish, bycatch or wild animals) animals

DO YOU DEADASS THINK LIVE CHICKS ARE BEING PUT INTO GAS CHAMBERS

there's TONS of stuff i could say to debunk each line of this but frankly its NOT worth my time but oh my god. the line "boy and girl are separated at birth and the boys are put in macerators (blenders basically) and ground up alive (or put in gas chambers etc)" is the absolute funniest sentence ive ever gotten to read. why is 'meat' in quotes? what is the "etc?" how does marxism even play into this? WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ME EATING HARD BOILED EGGS?

THIS IS MY FAVORITE ASK OF ALL TIME.

anyway for any of my followers who don't know as much about poultry raising basically every single word of this ask is absolute bullshit me and my family have been raising chickens for eggs and meat for decades nobody is putting the chicks into blenders alive. (not to mention that it's pretty difficult to sex chicks until they're quite a bit older)

[botanyshitposts]

Opinion on the US's Cogs damn obsession with corn?

don't know what you're talking about specifically but my understanding of US agricultural policy in general is that being a farmer in capitalism sucks and has since colonization and for a long time the US government tried to make it suck less with subsidies which sometimes work (because people get paid predictably regardless of demand and its less like gambling with crops) but sometimes go over really badly (because then too many people grow it and the price per bushel goes down and then government has too much corn) and then a couple times they got rid of all the subsides and related regulations and that REALLY didnt work (because then the price just crashed hard and with nothing to compensate them a bunch of farmers, many of whom were in debt for other farming-related reasons, couldnt get paid and actually had to foreclose their farms, which accelerated the long-standing trend of farms getting foreclosed on and then being bought out by bigger farms that then ended up running INSANE multi million dollar operations, sometimes even on farms in other states where the owners do not live, in communities they do not contribute to) and they had to backpedal on it and then eventually they just started on the current system where you simply pass a farm bill every 10-12 years instead of yearly or biyearly and that way you simply dont have to think about it, and then when it is election time you go stand by a cornfield for a while for tv. it does not fix the huge enormous farms buying out smaller farms problem or any of the complicated related problems but it DOES put it off for longer which is more important.

sometimes also you (USAID for instance) can give the too-much-corn you have from farm subsidies to a foreign country as a 'gift' and say youre just being a helpful little guy, but in the process of doing so undercut the local farmers in that country because they cant compete with free stuff but that's cool because then the foreign country can't really survive as well without US agricultural aid and you can manipulate them to do imperialism better AND you have more demand for the corn which might raise the price per bushel in the US. also sometimes the corn is fed to livestock en masse because the meat is worth more and sometimes its made into gas or high fructose corn syrup, and sometimes the price is so low per bushel that the insurance on the field is worth more than the actual corn.

but. i CANNOT stress enough that the most important thing about corn is that you can stand next to it on tv and if you cant do that, maybe you can stand next to a guy who is around it a lot and say you are helping him.

in my relatively uneducated opinion the most epic way to solve this complex multi-century interdisciplinary push and pull of supply and demand would be to just pay farmers a salary through the state since youre already paying out massive state subsidies for crops you dont need anyway and the farmers are performing a vital service and that way you can guarantee people a consistent salary AND control how much of each thing gets planted so you dont have a massive stockpile at all times AND you reward individual people instead of paying out large amounts of money to whatever massive operation sells the most corn by virtue of being big, but if you dont want to do that then the second best thing is to just pass another mediocre farm bill whos inflexible 10-ish year lifespan makes it impossible for it to respond well to changes in market demand and that way you can just put off making tough decisions and instead stand next to a guy and a cornfield on tv again. which as we have covered is the most important part of american agriculture

[deleteddewewted]

Supermarket Romance p2

Modern! Titus x Gn! Reader

S: Titus goes back to the supermarket as he needs ingredients for a new recipe that his gyms security guard recommended trying. He gave himself the liberty to wear a hoodie this time as he wasn't feeling all too well. He wasn't expecting to see you again nor that you asked him a question. (Cairon makes a brief appearance here!)

W: PTSD episodes, Depression, Anxiety Disorders, Reader is a broke Artist, Titus works as an Analyst for a company, Ableist comments (From Titus and to Titus)

Previous / Next

He didn't know what to think about his appearance at the moment. If anything, he was trying to not think about it. He was wearing shorts, which he usually wore for semi-formal occasions, and a hoodie, which he had for the gym. His leg was acting up again, the weather and his lack of use of his knee brace created bigger problems for him. He knew he should have worn it the last time he worked out but he felt too embarrassed to wear it out in public. He thought people would stare or pass judgment if he did so he left it in his gym bag. He didn’t think to much about it anyways. He just needed to grab a few things to make a recipe that the security guard at the gym he goes to suggested.

Cairon was a hulking figure, especially for a security guard. He was an ex veteran like himself, was younger than Titus by a few years, and he was discharged after losing his arm during an explosion. The man seem to take his injury in stride unlike Titus. He constantly encouraged Titus, was motivational to all who walked in, made sure to keep everyone in check. Cairon was a ray of sunshine that Titus couldn’t seem to damper. Not that he wanted to but it was a little much at times. Cairons eagerness to help and be there became overwhelming at times but Titus also welcomed it. The man approached him first after all, made sure to help him find the locker room and the private gyms if he ever needed a moment to himself. Titus thought the younger man might have picked up on his disability and that’s why he was being kind but no, Cairon picked up on Titus’ discomfort for overly loud and crowded spaces. Ever since their first meeting Cairon has been a constant presence in Titus’ life and the older man appreciated that. He even told Titus that he should wear his brace and that not wearing it would just make things harder on himself.

Titus was paying the price for it now. His knee more than anything was killing him and his entire leg felt like it was ready to collapse under him while he gauged the prices of the cabbage. He leaned on his other leg instead, hoping to gain some relief.

"Are they any good?" A voice asked from beside him. He turned to look at the person but didn't see anyone. He looked down instead and found you staring at the cabbages.

"Im thinking of getting one but im not sure. I don't think ¢.76 the pound is worth it for a cabbage." You rambled on. He didn't know what to think, he kind of just blinked at you hoping that his brain would help him push the words out of his mouth. What was he supposed to say? This wasn't the first time he's talked to you but this was the first actual conversation he was contemplating having with a stranger.

"Hmm, i think its cheaper at the corner store." You turn around and just leave, not even bothering for a response from him.

Titus just watches you leave, the words stuck in his throat as he turns back around and processes what happened. Your scent was something he picked up. You smelled nice, earthy even. He wanted to ask what cologne or perfume you used. Maybe it was your body wash. It was comforting and reminded him of one of his bunk buddies who was into hygiene and always looking presentable.

He didnt keep track where you going but every so often he did bump into you. You seemed to be on a tighter budget than last time, only grabbing a few items that where on clearance or expiring soon. He noticed that you had a lot of meat in your basket and ziplock bags. Maybe you were freezing them so they would last longer, he thought to himself. Now that he thought about it, his recipe did call for meat and he was yet to get any.

His hands began to sweat and his hands trembled as he thought about it. He could use this as his excuse to talk to you, to introduce himself and be pleasant. His therapist had suggested he start socializing with other people outside of his work and gym. He could do this, he told himself. He siked himself up, took a few deep breathes, and walked over to you.

You were looking at some potatoes, thinking if it was worth buying them since there was no way you would be able to preserve them. Your fridge was having issues and you were worried about the moisture in your apartment. Either way, the potatoes would mold quickly and it would be waste unless you tried eating only that for the next week and a half. The thought made you sick.

“Excuse me.” A man’s voice came from behind you. You jolted before moving to the side hoping you hadn’t taken too much space so he could grab whatever he wanted from the produce section. But he never reach forward to grab anything. Instead, he was facing you. You swallowed hard before turning to face the man. It was the kind stranger who gifted you the ice cream from last time. He looked menacing, he practically loomed over you and his clothes didn’t help disuade that feeling.

“Hey there, stranger.” You replied. You hoped that your nervousness wasn’t noticeable. You felt like you were practically sweating buckets. His gaze was intense, his eyes half lidded and looking into your soul as his face betrayed no emotion.

“Is there any good sale on the meats?” His question didn’t feel like a question, more like an observation. You didn’t know how to feel about it. The man gave ex con or ex military vibes and it was starting to make you nervous just how big he was.

“Uh…yeah, there’s some good deals. It’s half off if you get the clearance stuff. You just need to ask butcher for the cuts you want.” You felt awkward and out of place. Not an unusual feeling but it was made more intense by the man in front of you. He didn’t even react to the information you age him, he merely blinked at you before nodding his head and thanking you.

“Thank you for the information. I’ll make sure to check with the butcher.” He looked like he was going to take his leave, his body already turning to leave, but he stops himself.

“My name is Titus.” It was your turn to blink at him. Titus. The name was so… pristine. Elegant even. It sounded so modern yet old and it flowed with a nice bounce. You could practically taste the pronunciation of his name on your tongue.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Titus. I’m Y/n.” You offered your hand to him but he ignored it and walked away instead. You sighed and turned back to the potatoes.

“Titus, what a lovely name.” You thought to yourself. You with an amused smile on your face, you walked towards the cash register to check out.

Titus sped walk away from the produce area as quickly as he could. His leg was killing him and the muscles in the appendage were set ablaze. But he ignored it. His heart was pounding in his chest and the air around him felt heavy. He spoke to someone new today and they didn’t run away! A small spark of joy bloomed in his chest as he went over the interaction in his head. You smiled at him, you spoke to him, you met his gaze. You weren’t disgusted by his appearance but instead you treated him like he was any ordinary man. It was thrilling to him. And yet, he wondered if you stayed cause you truly wanted to speak to him. His joy dwindled but he did accept that it was progress. His therapist was sure to be thrilled with this new development. In the mean time, he mulled over your name. He thought it was nice and fitting for you. You looked like your name, for however silly the thought was. A lovely name for a kind looking person. He wondered if this meant you would speak to him the next time you meet. If he could approach you. Would that ok? Would it be welcomed? Doubts consumed him but he pressed on. He made his way over to the small butcher shop in the store and asked for their clearance cuts. He grabbed a few he liked or thought would be easiest to cook and made his way to the front of the store to pay. He couldn’t spot you in any of the lines but he did spot you waiting at the bus stop once again.

He bagged and grab his things and and this way back to his car. As he loaded his things he noticed you get on the bus with all of your bags and leave. He wondered what kind do life you lived. What minute inconveniences might you have in your own life? What were your motivations? He shook his head and closed his trunk.

He sat in the drivers seat and gave himself a few minutes to prepare for the drive ahead of him. He hoped that this issue would go away sooner rather than later like his therapist had told him. But he knew better than to rush himself to drive when he wasn’t feeling well. He didn’t want to have to stop on the side of the highway again because of an episode. It would make the trip twice as long and twice as painful.

[lets-try-some-writing]

Absolutely adore seeing all the bits of writing on the bots reactions to the kiddos 🤣 Fr makes my day, just scrolling though feed and BOom your writing! So I randomly thought of the kids doing barbecues or picnics and sharing all their grubby food like Oo try this and maybe not as it’s spicy. What I mean is I’m sure the bots wouldn’t understand how human food can have so many flavours.

Glad to brighten someone's day! I am honestly startled by how enthusiastic people are about TFP bots reacting to things. I haven't gotten this many notes in like, three months. Its crazy.

Anyway, lets roll with this.

Cybertronians do have a degree of flavoring involved in their fuel. However due to the nature of energon, there is only so much flavoring that can be added before it loses its nutritional value, turns into high grade, or explodes in some fantastic display. Not to mention their ability to taste is severely limited, partially due to the simple fact that their sensory systems are more focused on external stimuli or processor function. In fact, most Cybertronians can hardly taste, if they have an intake at all. It simply isn't part of their biology. They have no need for it. Of course some get modifications in order to have a wider range of taste, and some are forged with heightened senses, but as a general rule most do not have the ability to note much.

At most they can read sweetness, bitterness, and anything that is metallic in nature. But spiciness, savory flavors, and most of the finer flavors humans experience are simply out of their range. Fueling can be enjoyable, but for most of their kind, it is merely a way to keep on going. But humanity? They eat for FUN, and that is odder than the team expected it to be.

Watching the children swap food around for the sake of flavor is... strange to the team. Seeing Miko give up what they can tell is vegetation that is highly nutritious to humans for a bag of chips soaked in all sorts of chemicals left most of them in a state of confusion. Jack offered up a sandwich, the arguably healthier dish, for a handful of gummies. Rafael passed over some sort of meat in exchange for Miko's rice. The exchange of nutrition was not orderly or equal in any way or form. Then sometimes the children would just eat each other's food without regard for the nutritional value.

The team couldn't understand it. Sure Cybertronians would trade fuel at times, but rarely was nutrition a concern. Humans swapping fuel left and right was just a tad strange. Not incomprehensible, but strange nonetheless.

Smokescreen has tried to eat human good once just to see if he could taste it. He could not taste much at all and ended up purging for the next day due to the food not going well in his tanks. Bulkhead also made an attempt once when Miko offered him food. He was stuck with cheeto dust in the grooves of his jaw for almost a week before he gave in and went to the washracks to handle it. Wheeljack made direct optic contact with Ultra Magnus and purposefully ate an apple that was offered to him, just to watch the commander squirm of course. He had to purge it all up an hour later, but watching the reactions of those around him made it worth it.

Ultra Magnus was tricked into eating human food when it was put into his energon once (by a certain wrecker). Magnus tried to hold it together, but ultimately he too ended up needing to purge. Ratchet has given the "do not eat organic fuel" speech far too many times to be happy about it.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Can we get smth w cyprus and period secks 👁

Tw afab reader, Cyprus is a fuckin nasty man, with period blood and stuff, dub con,

Cyprus doesn't mind getting messy. The laundry services downstairs are free, after all. He only needs to buy his own washing detergent, which doesn't cost too much as the cheap ones does the job.

You would think that your period would put him off, but he's more of a dog than ever before. He would get excited, your blood would be a natural lube to prepare you with, the air would reek even more of sex and menstrual fluids. Cyprus would go down on you the same, having blood dribble down his chin and all over his chest. He would still fuck you with the same intensity despite having crimson painting all over his body, his bed, your body and even the fucking walls.

He will make you forget about your period migraines and cramps, making you cum over and over again; your body and brain will be molded to the shape of his cock and any pain will be either translated to the pleasure of orgasming or become strongly associated with it. Your uterus would contract tremendously during climaxes and empty its contents quicker. Instead of the usual 5-day shedding, your period will now last on an average of two days. Sometimes even one, because Cyprus literally fucks the uterine lining out of you.

He has an animalistic appetite for your blood clots sliding out of your pussy, you try not to gag when you realized that he would swallow them whole. It's not like you were given a chance to think anyways, he will have you cumming almost every few seconds while slurping up whatever you give him down there.

When he's finally done with you for the day, the room would look like a brutal murder scene. The slaps between his hips and yours were so vigorous that there were splatters of blood that reached the blades of his ceiling fan. Scarlet would paint your body and his as if someone poured a gallon of viscera on the two of you. The sheet that was once dry and off-white is now completely soaked and gored. Blood would crust his fingers and hair.

A triumphant grin would make its way to his handsome face, his teeth were heavily stained red, and his jawline tightened with dried and fresh blood. It's almost like you're looking at a cannibal who has just finished his dinner, he doesn't come close to looking this sanguinary after his most brutal fights.

You would push him away in the end, because his aftercare involves him kissing you on the lips and cuddling. It's gross and nauseating to be covered in rouge like this, but Cyprus doesn't mind. He loves it.

You and he would need to spend the next few hours cleaning up, though. You would be grumpily grumbling as you scrubbed the walls with a wet cloth, trying to get rid of your viscera. Whereas your boyfriend would be whistling to himself, enjoying his day while he balances himself on a step ladder; trying to clean the soiled blades of his ceiling fan.

You're grateful that he would be the one who brings down the bloodied sheets and fabrics because your nervousness and anxiety would make it look like you're trying to cover up a reckless homicide poorly. You couldn't believe that your body expelled that much redness without you dying from blood loss. But then again, it is to be expected. You're squeezing out around 5 days' worth of menstrual blood in a few hours.

It usually takes a few cycles to even get most of it out, his neighbors know that if he's hogging the machines for an unusually long time, that means he managed to fuck his girl during her period. Hence, they would cheer loudly, sometimes the noise even reaching upstairs. Where you would be mortified while mopping up the messy floor.

Cyprus would prepare dishes that mostly consist of lean meat, as he knows you need iron and protein to replace the blood that you lost. He would be happy, praising you as you were such a good girl to him. Cyprus would run you a hot shower, prepare cups of chamomile tea, and massage your back after the sex. Which may or may not lead to him eating you out again, ruining all his hard work to clean the sheets.

Well. At least you get to save money on painkillers and sanitary products.

You sighed, good thing he already told Jane that you're not coming in tomorrow. You don't know if you have the energy to work after that... blood fest. Especially when you're still sitting on your depraved boyfriend's face, his tongue still drilling into your exhausted cunt.

You shuddered every time he licked those sensitive bundles of nerves, frowning at how blood started pooling around his ears and soaking the blanket. You couldn't hop off him, his fingers are digging into the flesh of your thighs, forcing you to use him as a chair.

You hope that no one needs to use the washing machines later tonight.

[paperbackpanic]

Hii since requests are open can uh i ask for jeff the killer with a cannibal s/o ??

this is my first time requesting lol kinda nervous even tho its anonymous lol,, also your works are really good! i really enjoy them:))

Jeff with a Cannibal S/O!

A/n: this is so fun! Thank you I really put a lot of passion in my writing and seeing that people enjoy it makes me happy!! I really appreciate all the compliments and asks and requests with all my heart it makes my life more worth living knowing people see me and appreciate my work. Anyway! I already did something like this with Cody(X-Virus) if you want to check it out!

I'm so sorry for the long wait and kind of poor quality (u can request again if you'd like it redone) I've been so full of University/college work is killing me (is being fun tho I love my major!). I'm also having a lot of physical pain and idk if I'm sick, if I'm just exhausted, if I'm anemic or something else entirely different

🥩 a bit creeped out but because his brain haven't got haywired enough to break the natural defense mechanism "you shouldn't eat other humans" that everyone has.

🥩 Doesn't judge but won't partake in it either, sure he will stay in the same room as you when you cook but he won't eat it

🥩 you bite him. Constantly. He's chocked that you haven't just bit a piece off

🥩 Will bring you meat if you ask him, if is not too complicated of course. An arm? An leg? Sure, a heart? A kidney? Ask EJ he can't be bothered to dissect the body he did this too much in science class and he hated it

🥩 If you try hard enough you can convince him to cook for you, he doesn't like to cook at all so it's a hard task but when he does it turns out surprisingly good. He has a secret seasoning that he keeps hidden and no one really knows what's in it, he only confirmed it had salt and pepper.

🥩 You'll threaten bitting his fingers off and eating them raw if he's pissing you off. He'll say "it will taste like burnt meat, go ahead" which it kinda does when u lick him but this men is stinky so you don't know if it's just the filth or if he really tastes like that

🥩 If he dies you will eat his heart, it's a promise. He'll put yours in a jar.

🥩 People taste differently, depending on their lifestyle and stuff (I assume at least, is kinda like that with cows, the more stress-free they're the better the meat is). Sometimes he'll ask you to describe what different people taste like and what do you think the other creeps would taste like

🥩 You've made a rank of who you're going to eat first in the mansion, he's creeped out a lil bit but think it's fair (he's not on the list so he's more chill with it)

🥩 he thinks you're weird as shit but that's why he loves u

[miscling]

wrote a mini-essay on snuff kink and tbh it feels like it's worth sharing on main. below the cut:

we can't resist infodumping about it though. so anyway: there's a post a friend of ours made about snuff and how it's not as hot if it's just suicidal ideation, like it's way better when you love life and want to live, and yeah, a lot of conversations we've had about it have been theoretical, to bask in the care and attention that comes not only from the act itself, but also the cleanup and aftermath, and the memory and memorial you get to leave behind. for it to be snuff, something has to be lost something needs to be given up, or more accurately taken

more psychologically and personally, the miscellany is in love with its life, but it's really hard to not imagine things politically playing out in a way in which we meet a bad end. something about the idea of being loved so much that someone wants to take this thing and give it an ending it deserves is really something else. not only is there the horniness of the masochism, but also the love inherent in making sure that its death is a good one with someone who cares about you, and then the burial rites: being buried under a tree for example, that they can visit later. freezing and freeing this thing in a perfect state that's free to grow. in essence, snuff kink lets it engage with the idea of death in a way that isn't paralysingly terrifying.

there's a lot of different angles, such as accepting death as a part of life, accepting pain and suffering, accepting that others can do things to you you don't like, and of course, making it horny.

perhaps the funniest thing about snuff is that the people we've connected with over this kink have grown to like this thing far too much to ever actually kill it. this thing wouldn't really want to be the victim of someone who didn't care about it either, tbh! but really, there's a lot of intersection with other kinks: bondage, masochism, fearplay, and fetishisation for the method: guns, knives, old torture gear, blunt objects like baseball bats, and so on. it has a lot going on once you get past that initial disgust reaction and realise that a lot of people engage with it as imaginative play rather than as a way to get help killing yourself or as justification to murder anyone you want.

it's an extreme kink, but at the same time, it's a natural follow-through on a lot of other kinks. for example: think primal play in which you hunt your prey to consume once it's been used up, or dumbification leading to a complete loss of self, degraded to the point that not even your life has value, a cow brought to the slaughter for meat, impact play that keeps going past the point of safety, to use a few examples. all kink in some way plays with risk and danger, there's no completely safe kink out there and everything runs the risk of self-destruction, even the ones that build you up into something. in some ways, snuff is one that fully accepts that destruction, and offers that it too can be both erotic and valuable, and builds on the fear we have of death to make it less fearful.

[apomaro-mellow]

King&Prince 11

Steve had spent the rest of the day alone in his room. He had a feeling the only reason that happened was because the king himself had given an order to the kids not to bother him at all. Most of the hours he sat at the window sill, looking out onto the land that was supposed to be cursed.

But it was quite the same as the land he'd been raised on. What other lies had his family told about this place? About these people? There were still things Steve didn't understand. It felt like a puzzle had been formed with mixed pieces that no longer fit together.

He wondered how long his father took to make his decision to abandon him. Had he paced around? Had he weighed his options at all? Or had it been an immediate breath of relief when he was able to rid himself of his son? Then he thought about his mother.

She was always softer on him, but in the end never failed to side with her husband. Steve felt he couldn't begrudge her for that, but still wished to know if she argued with him even the smallest bit when he did this.

Steve thought he had known his worth. He might not be the son his parents wanted, but he was still a son. Still a crown prince, born and raised to one day rule. They had put so much work into him. They wanted to send him away, yes, but to be trained and come back even more prepared for his future role as king. They were tossing him away like it all meant nothing.

Well they could always make anoth-

He felt the burn of tears coming on before the thought even finished. They would, wouldn't they? They'd just start over with another child. One that they'd bring up right. They would forget all about Steve. They might even go as far as to strike his name from the record. What need would they have to remember him? He had accomplished nothing under their parentage. Nothing of note to them anyway.

So what was next then? What could he accomplish here? Suppose the king wasn't playing a trick and actually meant what he said. That Steve would be under his protection. What would he be allowed to do? What could he pursue?

Well, he made a pretty good pack mule. Maybe manual labor was in his future. Steve laughed to himself at that. From royal heir, to prisoner, to humble servant. He didn't realize how long he'd been in thought until it started to get dark around him. He turned away from the window, about to start getting ready for bed when he heard a tapping and caw.

There was a raven at the window.

Its wings flapped and it was carrying something in its talons, wrapped in paper. Steve looked at it warily and then the bird cawed again in what sounded like annoyance. Steve opened the window and the bird flew in, dropping its package onto the bed. The bird nudged it towards Steve with its beak.

"You brought that for me?", Steve asked.

The raven cawed.

Steve opened it up carefully and inside was a sandwich. His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn't eaten much today. He then looked to the bird. "You must be one of the king's messengers?"

The raven's expression was unreadable, but then again he supposed most birds' were. Steve sat on the bed and reached forward to pet the top of its head then under its chin. The raven leaned into it like it was enjoying the scratches.

"You can tell your master...thank you. And here." Steve opened the sandwich and took out some of the meat. "Your delivery fee."

The raven took it carefully into its mouth, cawed at Steve, and then left out of the window into the darkening sky.

This felt like another olive branch. The king assuring him that he was safe here. Steve didn't know what his role would be, what he could accomplish or pursue. But he had the feeling that he might be given the time and the space to decide that for himself.

------------------------

The next morning, Steve got ready and was about to leave his room in search of breakfast only to find the king, fist poised to knock.

"Your Majesty?"

"Y-your Highness. Good morning. Didn't expect you to be up so early."

"I'm an early riser by nature", Steve said.

"Then you're just in time for breakfast."

Steve was led down the halls but this time instead of going towards the kitchens, they went into a different room. There was a grand table and at it Robin and Nancy already sat. There was the man from the ambush that Steve recognized but didn't know the name of. King Edward-no Eddie, his name was Eddie, wait, was Steve allowed to call him that? Safer to keep it formal for now. Anyway, the king took his seat at the head of the table.

The only open seat was at the other end, so Steve took it. Nancy didn't look too happy to see him but it wasn't so much that Steve worried about poison in his food. Breakfast was served and the other four mostly kept the conversation going while Steve sat silently chewing. They seemed to be discussing the proceedings of an event happening soon.

It reminded Steve of the festivities happening back home. People would be coming out more, having picnics, and the seasonal fruits that could be enjoyed now.

"So you're not even going to put a leash on him?", Nancy asked, getting Steve's attention.

Eddie grinned. "I'm rather certain his bark his worse than his bite."

"Care to put that to the test?", Steve asked with a raised brow.

"I'd advice against stepping into an arena with Eddie", Jeff said.

"I know I look like a wispy thing, but I can be a heavy hitter", Eddie said, twirling a fork full of egg around.

"I'll believe it when I see it", Steve said. One of the few things he was confident in was his ability to fight.

"I think your time is best spent tutoring someone less trained", Eddie said.

"...You mean Lucas?"

"You want him training Lucas?", Robin asked, jabbing her thumb toward Steve.

"Why not?", Eddie shrugged. "One couldn't ask for a better teacher than a prince."

Steve didn't think it was meant as a compliment. But something warm in his body swelled like it was. Right as breakfast finished, Nancy produced a sheet of parchment and walked it over to Steve, placing it in front of him.

"Your new schedule."

"You made me a schedule?"

"It was the only way she'd allow you free reign of the castle without a binding spell", Eddie said.

Steve had been looking over the assignments when Eddie's words sunk in. He looked up, feeling a mix of awe, confusion, and gratitude. "You're...giving me free reign of the castle?" Of his home?

Eddie smiled in a way that seemed more genuine. "I see no harm in it. Like I said, you're not a prisoner. Think of it as something like an exchange program. Princes travel abroad all the time, don't they?"

Steve looked at the schedule. He noted that each thing had someone with him, almost like a chaperone, sometimes multiple people. If Nancy was the one making this, he was sure it was intentional. But he understood. He hadn't fully proven himself as trustworthy. For the first time, Steve considered if he might kill Eddie if given the chance.

Would his father welcome him back with open arms then?

He shook off the thought, already knowing the answer. If he killed Eddie there was nothing good in it for him.

"When do I start?"

Part 13

Tag Team

@thesuninyaface @only-evanescent @snakeorsquid @ignoremyworld @theclichefortunecookie @goodolefashionedloverboi @just-a-tiny-void @0body0disphoria0 @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @samsoble @jamieweasley13 @y4r3luv @xtkxkrzrizir @un-knownperson @greekgeek24 @justdrugsformethanks @potato-of-the-lord @notaqueenakhaleesi @swimmingbirdrunningrock @queenie-ofthe-void @nebulainajar @lil-gremlin-things @nicememerino @robininblue @hornedqueenofhell @anne-bennett-cosplayer @moomkin77 @here4thetrama @bookworm0690

[wayfayrr]

I see your human!reader and raise you: the Chain struggling to find food they can actually eat, reader feeling terrible and maybe a bit like a burden because of it, and getting into a dangerous situation in order to make it up to them

Source: the Owl House :)

I'm so sorry that this took so long to answer!! I've been quite busy recently but while I haven't watched the owl house I hope this does what you wanted justice, it got out of hand the more I wrote!!! I've heard it's great I just don't really watch shows :( Fair warning this got way more angsty then I planned for it too, with reader being pretty flippant about their own safety than they really should be, there's a brief not very detailed description of gore too. (it's also fairly wars centric towards the end)

[masterlist]

“[Name]! So wind and I’ve just been to the village right? I think I’ve finally found something I can cook that you should be able to eat! It was quite expensive but I’m sure it’ll be worth it for you!” 

“We looked around for ages, so if you can’t eat this then there might not be anything in Hyrule that you can eat!”

Wind means well with what he’s saying; I know that Wild does too, they don’t mean to make me feel bad - I think they don’t anyway. Not like they really need to try with how much of a burden to them I am. Buying expensive supplies just for me? When they’re already struggling to afford their own basic supplies, now I’m just adding unnecessary costs for them. Don’t get me started with the looks of pity they give me either. 

“Thank you both but, please don’t go spending so much on me.”

“But we have to find something you can eat, you’ll just be a… It’s not good for you to starve!”

That - that’s the closest any of them have gotten to saying it outright, they really do just see me as a burden - they aren’t even trying to hide it now. No wonder I’ve always been kept to the side in any fights, Hyrule can’t heal me so I’d just be deadweight if I got hurt, I can’t fight like they can really all I’m good for is as a meat shield to defend them from magic. “Hey [name], are you alright? You zoned out a bit there…”

“Oh, yeah I just - I think I just need to have some time alone if that’s alright? I’ll make sure to stay in distance of the camp.”

“As long as you’re careful and not there too long, I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll tell the others for you.”

I hope he doesn’t.

He seemed content with how I nodded at him, so I should be in the clear to go and just vanish for a while even if it’s just to pretend I’m not causing them issues for a little while.

It doesn’t feel like it takes me long to get to a nice place to sit, so it should still be pretty close to camp - not that they should be worried for me. Somewhere nice and open to sit next to a gentle babbling brook, it’s calm and I’m alone, everything I need at the moment.

Shit - how did I not see a sleeping lynel!? No no, not now I don’t even have a weapon! … What if I did kill it though - their parts can be sold for a fortune… I could pay my way and prove I’m not just useless. Even if I don’t - well they won’t have to worry about me in that case.

It hasn’t seemed to notice me yet, maybe there’s a chance I can come back from it. If I just stay low and as silent as I can then I should be able to jump it. 

Stay quiet, take its weapon. Wow, that’s a lot lighter than Wild makes it out to be. Now to just - Just go for its neck! I - I actually managed to slit its throat!

IT’S STILL ALIVE!?

Okay. OKAY! Its movements are sluggish and it seems to be bleeding out so just get away from it - 

Why - why can’t I feel my arm properly? Why is my shoulder so wet all of a -! The pain hit harder than a truck every nerve on my left side feels like it’s being set ablaze, there wasn’t a single hope of keeping in the scream I just let out, one I didn’t even realise had ripped its way from my throat. Tilting my head down to see the cause; suddenly my body feeling nothing but raw visceral pain suddenly makes a lot more sense than before. The stupid thing cut half through my shoulder with my arm now hanging limply by my side. 

“[NAME]! WHAT ARE YOU DOING - YOU’VE BEEN MISSING FOR HOURS - WHAT Did you - [name]!?”

Wars is here..? Didn’t Wild say I was going off for a bit? Why would he be looking for me? I can’t be worth so much that he’d go off on his own to look for me.

“Oh goddesses [name] what - no, no, no stay awake, you’ve got to stay with me darling.”

“‘m awake… ‘m - still ‘ere…”

Is that really what I sound like right now…  I sound so slurred… like - like how people on tv sounded when they were. Oh.

I’m bleeding out and delirious then, no wonder Wars is ‘here’, he’s just my brain giving me one last happy memory before I kick the bucket. Isn’t that wonderful, to spend my last moments hallucinating my unreciprocated crush caring for me. Closing my eyes feels all too easy, even when I’m about to drift off it still feels as if he’s holding me, maybe this won’t be too bad?

“[Name] don’t you DARE close your eyes, you - I’m not losing anyone else I care about - I can't lose you… I haven't even-”

A harsh slap to the face after a shaky breath - one that feels all too real - has me reconsidering things, the feeling of something tears dropping onto my face is the thing that finally has me opening my eyes despite how hard it is to do so. 

“I - I have some bandages, a potio- no that’s not going to help you I’ve got bandages I just need you to talk to me while I use them, so I know you aren’t close to passing out. You’re going to make it out of this - I need you to make it out of this.”

The agony of him adjusting my arm to bind it, well it’s proof that I am still very much alive. If he really wants me to talk… well then I might as well try to get some answers out of him.

“Why - why ‘re you - wh’ ‘d you come lookin’ fr me?”

“You - vanished for hours without a word, did you really think none of us would get worried? Even if none of the others would, I will always come for you.”

“Hm’ wild said he w’s gonna tell the rs’ o’ you… b’sides ‘m just a burden ‘nt I? Wil’ pretty muh said i’.”

“...Wild. but why would he risk - he wouldn’t put you in the… Don’t worry about what wild says he’s lying, you’re not a burden, even if you were. You’re one I would choose to carry every day for the rest of my life without a single regret. Don’t let what he says get to you, darling.”

Murderous, that’s the best way I could hope to describe the look on his face, it’s like he wants wild dead. His bandages seem to have stopped the bleeding though, so while I still feel lightheaded I should live as long as the wound doesn’t get infected. 

“Wai’ why’r you callin’ me darlin’? ‘M not - you’r…”

A little smirk crossed his face then barely lasting long enough for me to just notice it before it was replaced by concern, did I forget something, I mean it’s not impossible that I also hit my head right? Right?

“But you’re my partner, honeybee, we’ve been together for a few days now - you - you can’t have forgotten that right? If that’s the only price for you surviving, I mean we can always just make better memories. You - You’re still alive and that’s the most important thing.”

Well that’s not impossible, I know I’ve had feelings for him for a while so if he did ask I would’ve said yes…

“We can remake the memories later after you recover. You know I’m so glad that human blood flows slower than ours, those precious few extra seconds are literally lifesaving.”

He’s just babbling to himself now, must’ve been stressed over me; now that I’m safer it’s all just draining out of him. The way he’s clinging to me and shaking shows that fairly well too, like he doesn’t plan to let me out of his arms for a long while. 

“Please never do this ever again, I don’t even know what you were planning but you could’ve died [name], you could’ve died and I wouldn’t have had a chance to say goodbye. Please you have to explain why when you’re better. Please promise me you’ll tell me why.”

“I will Wars, I swear.”

“...That’s all I needed to hear, thank you darling.”

[autisticandroids]

Seeing as you provide every interesting in depth spn analysis I'm probably coming to the wrong person for something so possibly surface level but I'm rewatching spn and would really love something to keep notes on, so is there any interesting phenomena in there you think would be worth keeping an eye on?

i received this, like, a month ago 🥴 sorry. anyway.

so, first of all. i'm flattered but i have also always been a little uncomfortable with the superlatives people attach to my name. the reason people think of me as some kind of spn scholar is a result of four factors, give or take: first, i make a lot of posts. in the year after november fifth i made something like five thousand posts. i know because i tag all my spn posts spn. and a lot of those posts were half a sentence! or an ask i answered with emojis! but it's still a lot of posts. the second reason is that i'm kind of a last man standing. a lot of the big name post-nov fifth destiel fandom crowd has kind of evaporated in search of newer, shinier things; my fascination was more enduring, so i still get the credit. the third reason has to do with like... i have slightly different tastes than the average spn fandom person and so the things i pay attention to are different and so my takes are unique. there were a lot of blogs that were bigger than me that people don't remember as much because their takes were more in line with conventional fanon (and therefore more similar to other people's and less memorable), whereas mine, because i have specific interests and am an incurable contrarian, were more unique and therefore people remembered who i was. fourth, and here we are down to the meat of the issue, i speak very authoritatively and use a lot of big words when i'm excited about something so people think i'm right.

i guess what i'm saying is don't take me so seriously.

now that my narcissism is out of the way, let's talk about themes in supernatural.

first of all, the thing about supernatural is that it has three hundred and twenty seven episodes organized into fifteen seasons, written by fifty three different writers supervised by four different showrunners and that's just the writing! that doesn't even mention directing, or acting, or producing... personally i like to say that i can feel when the story editor changes! so there really is... almost nothing you can get out of the whole show as a text that isn't incredibly broad and/or vague and/or boring. "they say family a lot" yeah they sure do. "it's a reactionary macho fantasy" like every other show from 2005. "they kill all the women" mmmmhm. like, basically every consistent element of spn as a story is a result of either classic genre cliches from the scifi or procedural or teenie bopper genres, very basic conclusions from the premise, or just the material nature of the behind the scenes of supernatural. they're going on a case instead of working on the main apocalypse of the season because this is a monster of the week show. cas has gone away again because they don't want to pay misha collins. quiet emotional scenes get dropped from the script because they don't serve the plot. and while there's some interesting things you can get out of these elements - one piece of analysis i've been thinking about a lot lately is this video about the mcu that argues that the classic serialized storytelling logic of constant escalation leads inherently to a fascist politics, and i think this point applies very well to supernatural - it only goes so far. it's interesting if you want to look at how the show exists in the wider politics of the real world. it's not that interesting if you want to sit with the show supernatural in its particular uniqueness.

so basically my recommendation, first of all, is to divide the show up into chunks. there are some obvious chunks - by season, by showrunner. most people do these. i would also recommend other methods, for example tying together some adjacent seasons. for example, even though season eleven is technically carver era and season twelve is technically dabb era, i would argue that seasons eleven and twelve have more in common in terms of tone and style than eleven has with 8/9/10 or twelve has with 13/14/15. seasons four, five, and six have a lot in common in terms of tone and themes that they don't share with seven or the first three. i would also recommend paying attention to the individual writers; their bodies of work will usually have more in common with themselves than with the episodes around them in terms of character, tone, and theme. for example, in season six, ben edlund creates a whole other arc about the angel civil war that he wants the season to have that exists only in his episodes, and none of the other writers really pick up what he's putting down so he's kind of left hanging. you can see all sorts of patterns like this if you sit down and look, and i would recommend doing that. maybe you can be the first guy to memorize all the directors and have Thoughts.

and then the next thing i would say is just... pick some themes you want to iterate on. so for example: one of my favorite themes to contemplate is a theme that season six almost has - dean believing that it is his job to protect ben and lisa, which justifies anything he might want to do to them, or anyone else.

----

man everything above that line is an ask i half answered then forgot about in july of 2023. i NEED to check my drafts more often

[emmalostinwonderland]

oH ITS NOT WEDNESDAY? Yeah im like super late for... weeks worth of these. And 7 sentence sundays. So I'm gonna give you a couple disjointed snippets here - enjoy the long post! Thank you to the people who tend to tag me in these, plus the first 4 I see in my notifs: @dizzymisslizzie @onthewaytosomewhere @suseagull5914 @cactusdragon517

This one is from my FirstPrince sense share au that should've been finished back in december, Butterflies and Tummy Aches:

A, You asked me once if I cook for myself. I wasn’t lying when I said I rarely do and with little success, but my father used to cook for our family on occasion. He’d let me sit on the counter beside the stove while he prepared the meal, humming whatever tune was stuck in his head and feeding me bits of vegetables and seasoned meats. He called me his royal taste-tester, said I had a real appreciation for the parts that make up the whole. (On reflection, you may even recall some of these moments — it would’ve been early afternoon for you, most likely. And on further reflection, I’m more certain he wasn’t just referring to cooking a meal with that last bit.) When he was first diagnosed, before his energy started to go, I asked him to teach me to make his favorite. I’ve never been able to make it just the way he did, but I’ve included the recipe in this email if you’d like to try. I warn you, my penmanship was much sloppier then — please call if you can’t make out a word or six along the way. Or perhaps call anyway. It’s raining here again, and I miss your silly jokes in your gorgeous voice. Love, H

Below the cut I have FirstPrince Star Wars AU, and Merrical (Jedi Survivor) Cold War AU for those who may be interested in that

FirstPrince SW:

Henry breathes in deeply, trembling with the pain echoing out through the Force all around him. “By now… by now the Republic has fallen.” “What?” Pez sinks onto the other end of the sofa Henry is curled up on. “What does that even mean?” “The Supreme Chancellor has named himself Emperor of the galaxy. An order went out amongst the clones… they’ve turned their blasters to the Jedi fighting alongside them. I—“ he stops abruptly, suddenly choked up. Pez rests a hand on his ankle, and Henry presses on, tears streaking down his cheeks. “I may be the last one.” “That can’t be… no, what of Alexander? Surely—“ “I couldn’t warn him. He’s leading a clone platoon; he’s surrounded.”

aaaand MerrinXCal (holy shit it's been ages since I wrote het fic, who even am I):

Finally, the door swings open again, and Merrin opens her eyes, trading the mental image of her dear Ilyana for the very real sight of the red-headed man from before. "Hello again," he says softly in accented Russian. "I brought you some coffee." "Thank you," she replies in equally accented English. His surprise, written all over his face, amuses her, and she reaches for the styrofoam cup of dark liquid. "It's decaf," he says, in English this time, "I'm sure you don't want to be kept up much longer. We've all been running around too long without sleep at this point." She hums noncommittally, understanding just enough to not need to refute it. "Speaking of which," he continues, "Bode and I managed to work something out with the Director, but I wanted to see how you feel about it too." "I am listening." He nods and scratches the side of his face. He is nervous, hesitant. "They wanted you under full surveillance, but it just didn't sit right with me. The best we could manage was sending you home with an agent." Merrin nods. "I will go with you, Agent Kestis." "Just Cal, please, I- wait, me?" "Is that not what you said?" "Oh, well, um..." Whatever is going through his mind runs its course quickly, and he snaps his jaw shut with a single nod. "If that's where you'll be comfortable, that's where you'll go."

if anyone's still reading and wants a tag... uh sure. Open tag. Go forth. Also thanks for sticking around - you're pretty cool.

[heymeowmao]

2024.12.14 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321325111562213130864

[t/n: quick(-ish) version! (there is no detailed ver for the foreseeable future.]

C: I won’t be discovered climbing the wall, will I? LYN: Whose walls are you climbing? Are you flipping the wall from here, or coming from someone else’s yeard to watch my stream and you feel like it’s betraying your idol? What do you mean “will I be discovered climbing the wall”? I don’t know if you’re trying to climb in or out? But its okay. It doesn’t matter. Even if you’re someone else’s fan and have come in to watch a while, that isn’t considered a betrayal. Think about it- you can’t always eat luxurious foods, sometimes you have to have some vegetables. You need to change it up sometimes. You can’t always just eat seafood and meats, right? You need your veggies. Have a balanced diet. C: Roughage. LYN: ! What do you mean by that? /I/ can say that I’m a simple vegetable, but /you/ can’t call me “roughage.” I can make fun of myself, but you can’t actively make fun of me- do you get it? Those are two different feelings.

C: Are you drinking red wine? You’re not afraid of getting drunk? LYN: It’s not red wine. I’d be reported if I were drinking on a livestream. Also, my tolerance is so low I’d be afraid to spew nonsense. I’d be done for. So it’s best to be strict about this. It’s coffee- the type that comes in a bottle. C: I thought you were drinking Chinese medicine. LYN: How much do you expect me to give, if I were already to the point where I have to rely on Chinese medicine in order to stream for you? That’d be too much. It’s not worth it. At that point do you think I’d force myself to stream instead of just taking a good rest? C: Injured with no hope of recovery. LYN: ! Can’t you wish for something good for me? It’s only just a cold, what do you mean “no hope of recovery”?? 

- compliments Shandong, because the people are all very nice and welcoming (even if they aren’t his fans); bc for example at other shows with multiple artists, the fans of each artist will pretty much stay unenthusiastic through the whole show until their artist shows up only.

- comments on the -3° degree weather (at the CCTV New Year’s Eve Gala) LYN: Usually when I’m at these events, they’re filmed indoors but this time it was outdoors. I was too careless. I thought there would be fans present- maybe if they knew I was at this program they would watch- so I wanted to dress a little more coolly. So I wore a long coat- my fans always tell me I look good in them. When I left home my assistants were asking me if I wanted to grab a padded jacket to wear and I insisted, “No! Bring my long coat.” I thought I would make a cool entrance. And then- later when I exited the hotel doors I was conformed. The cold blew straight through me. Whatever wool or dog fur- it doesn’t work. I got on the car and blasted the heater. I hadn’t even started yet and was already shivering. LYN: Later the program crew was very nice to me and gave my makeup artist (Xiao Q) one of their padded jackets, so they gave their jacket to me. Ah~ In the winter, it’s best to still wear down jackets, friends. Wear cotton padded jackets- it’s thicker and can withstand the wind and keep you warm. I know you see all the Korean oppas in the dramas wearing long coats during the winter- that’s purely for aesthetics. As for whether they’re cold or not, only the person wearing the coat knows. It’s winter, so wear the down jacket. LYN: I got through one rehearsal wearing the jacket and then later for the performance I powered my way through it in my suit. It was fine once I started singing. I didn’t feel the cold, probably because all my focus was on the music and I forgot about it. [t/n: Ning-ge nearly froze his ass off for this stage: 离太阳最近的光 (The Light Closest to the Sun)]

- coming to lyn’s stream to pray for good luck on your test probably isn’t going to do you any good, but he’ll wish you luck anyway C: Ning-ge, have you passed CSE Level 6? LYN: ?? Ive never heard someone curse me out so badly. I can’t believ your cursing doesn’t even have curse words in it. “Have you passed CSE Level 6?” I learned how to be a cook; I went to a technical school. Tell me, in what region is there a technical school that makes the students take the CSE Level 6?? Why didn’t I just take the IELTS?? I went to a technical school! I learned how to cook!! I took Level 6 test on Cooking! I have certifications! C: Being a cook doesn’t prevent you from taking the IELTS. LYN: Right- that comes from personal mental limitations though. How can you learn how to use a knife and also learn English at the same time? There’s only so much you can handle. If you focus your attention on one place, somewhere else is going to suffer. I you split your attention, it will effect both. While I was in school, I just focused on being a good cook.

- no dramas coming up, but you can watch his previous dramas one or twice through while waiting 🙂 LYN: No one’s asked me to sing OSTs lately, so I can’t recommend you any good dramas.

- won’t take off his glasses because they are actually covering up a blemish/injury on the corner of his eye. it hurts when he blinks. LYN: It’s fine. This happens to me a lot- I just tend to get mad easily (火大). I suffer from excessive internal heat (上火), I don’t know why. I have an affinity to fire.

C: Did you make any friends on Scream Night? LYN: /laughs/ We all know each other already, what friends are there to make? I mean, we’ve all seen each other before- in this industry we all bump into one another on occasion. We don’t need to go and make friends. Do you want me to go around saying, “Hello! Let’s be friends!”? Watching it you might think it’s full of celebrities, but for me- not saying that I am a celebrity, but I’ve been in this industry for 5-6 years already- I just think that celebrities are all normal regular people. I used to be in awe. For example, the first drama I shot was with HZT and I was nervous to meet him. I was afraid he would hit me. He has a pretty explosive personality, so I was afraid he would hit me. I wasn’t afraid I couldn’t beat him in a fight; I know he learned martial arts growing up but I wasn’t afraid I wouldn’t be able to beat him. I was just afraid of the notion: if he hit me, should I fight back or not? If I fight back, it would look really bad for the drama. If I don’t fight back I’d be a coward. So when meeting celebrities sometimes even I’m a little uneasy. You all know HZT is very… passionate. Very excitable. I was afraid he would hit me. I also am nervous when meeting celebrities for the first time. But as the years pass and you meet more and more people at some point you’ve met them all and you realize that they’re all just people. It’s no big deal.

C: Lao-da, why are you wearing the same clothes as me? LYN: What do you mean- are you also wearing this same hoodie? Just consider it as if I have a secret crush on you, okay? I purposely chose a special day to wear a couple outfit with you. You can think that if you want. As long as you’re happy. What do you mean “why are you wearing the same clothes as me”?? We just happened to buy the same piece of clothing, is all. LYN: How about this? After the stream is over today, I’ll raffle this off on my stream. I do my best not to wear the same thing as you anymore. As if you think I’m sentimental about it?? After today’s stream I’ll raffle and send it away- I’ll let another one of my fans wear matching clothes with you. - C: I want the original smell. LYN: I don’t smell! I wash my body, my head, and face! It doesn’t smell. At the most, it’ll smell like laundry detergent. “Original smell”?? What are you looking at all day long? What types of things are you purchasing online? “Original smell”?? This smells like Dongbei’s pickled cabbage. I smell like licorice root and bayberries.

C: Can you see where you’re walking in those glasses for Ultimate Note? LYN: Actually I couldn’t see. Those glasses are specially treated- it looks like shades but there’s a layer of black film on the inside. We were filming in underground passageways and caves and the lighting in these spaces is already dim so with the shades I couldn’t see anything. It was a strain on the eyes. It look a lot of effort to see anything clearly. Because it’s already dark, wearing shades, with another ayer of dark film on top of that. Why was the film needed? Because at some angles you would have been able to see my eyes and for that role you shouldn’t be able to. C: Then you didn’t need any eye makeup. LYN: Wow, that drama was so easygoing for me in comparison to other dramas, because I really didn’t need any makeup. Maybe just a darker yellowish base, and then I’d just put on the shades and start shooting. TXj was the same- I didn’t need much makeup. Some actors nowadays spend four hours in makeup- I don’t even know for what. Especially for guzhuang dramas. Men are okay, but some actresses spend four to five hours in makeup. That’s tough.

C: Lao-da, take the beanie off. LYN: Why should I listen to you? Are you my stylist? Why are you telling me how to wear my hat? It’s because I haven’t washed my hair- no- because it has no shape. I wore the hat to look more neat.

- chatting about concert logistics. technically, it’s simple. but the schedule and which stop comes first/later depends on the venue’s availability. - is afraid of not being able to sell tickets because people are giving him the misconception that he can easily sell out. LYN: I’m not looking down on you, I’m looking down on ME. You have to have self-awareness. The fault of man(kind) is to think too highly of themselves. Other people can think highly of you, but you can’t think that of yourself. The people who think that are fools.

C: Why are you wearing the same hat as me? Do you have a secret crush on me? LYN: You just keep thinking that. There are four words written across your face: Self-made Delusions & Fantasy

- if you can’t beat the scalpers for concert tickets, be sure not to buy from them so that they end up wasting their money. they’ll think that no one wants LYN’s concert tickets, so they’ll stop buying them. at that point, the fans can buy the tickets normally and go to the concert.

C: We’re just afraid that no one will attend your concert and you’d be sad. (reverse psychology) LYN: Thanks for thinking of me. You’re afraid that no one wants to come see my concert and that I’d be sad, therefore you’ll come to see me? First of all, thank you for taking pity on me. Thank you for considering my feelings. Secondly, can you not demoralize me so much?? I already said- /I/ can be humble, but you can’t make it seem like you’re forcing yourself just to see me. It’s like, “We’re just afraid no one will come to see you and you’ll cry, so we’ll come.” Thanks a lot. LYN: It’s true, though. I probably will cry and be sad if no one comes. Because I’m holding the concerts for YOU, not for ghosts. I’d be sad if the venue was empty and I was just performing for ghosts…

C: Why is there such a loud electrical sound? LYN: Is there? That’s the second comment I’ve seen on it. Is there an electrical sound? Maybe watch out, is your phone releasing it’s charge? Or- I know. When I’m letting the song play, the bass notes are pretty heavy so your headphones aren’t balanced and you hear a buzzing? It might be the song. /plays it/ Or your phone is releasing charge. C: I’m electrified by you. LYN: 去你的~ Don’t say such cheesy things.

- enjoys the fact that someone said they came to “attend” his stream, because that gives off more of a sense of participation, as opposed to “watch” his stream. Says it feels very formal, and he can imagine everyone in suits and dresses. - proceeds to describe accurately (C: have you installed security cams in my house?) how his fans would normally watch his stream- in pajamas yellowed with age. (C: Its yellow bc that’s your fan color. | LYN: What a romantic fellow~ Even when watching my stream, you’re wearing my fan color!) C: My face is yellow. LYN: Have you eaten too many tangerines?? C: My teeth are yellow. LYN: Brush your teeth. Use whitening toothpaste.

C: Can you talk about Macau? LYN: Do you mean Scream Night? It was... Normal? I often attend these types of events. What made it pretty special was that YNGS entered into the Hall of Fame. I only had three dramas last year, and YNGS took one of the spots, so… that’s a pretty happy thing. C: The stage performance was pretty unique as well. LYN: Of course, and I have to be thankful that they designed such a stage for me. It was meaningful- starting from me as a viewer, to a singer, to an actor, and who knows what will come after. 

1:07:00 --- Break #1

LYN: I went to an event and I was playing with my beads, right? I started to see people criticize me for being pretentious. “Who else is playing with beads? The other artists are on their phones, and he’s over here playing with beads. How pretentious.” It’s my hobby D: But I think playing with beads is slightly better than playing on my phone. In my opinion. Just the slightest bit. From a sensory perspective. It’s not even like I’m being over the top and praying with it! It’s just in my hand!! C: Kill them all! LYN: No need, no need. My little killers, can you please control your emotions? You don’t need to be so fired up… like HZT. XD

- he’s trending at #20; starts reciting Weibo’s AI summary of himself. LYN: 38% happy, 28% peaceful, 11% like, 11% anticipation, what the heck is 10% doubtful/confused???, and there’s also 2% sorrow. Let me look into the detailed explanation for what the sorrow is about. Who’s in sorrow when watching my stream?? Is it the people who don’t like seeing me? // How can 2% of you be in sorrow/unhappy/depressed? Doctor! Doctor, get them checked out! LYN: This is so strange. I’m streaming but what are you sad for??? C: When you stop streaming we’re sad. LYN: I haven’t stopped streaming yet!

- “my mom says you look young” | LYN: What a good person. I’m sure Auntie is also very beautiful, because her heart is. - “my roommate says you’re so cool” | LYN: What a great roommate. They really have good taste. Get along well. -  “my son wants to be as tall as you” | LYN: He can do it. Tell him to eat his meals and exercise, and he can be as tall as his Uncle Ning. - “my 5yo daughter is asking if you’re real or not” ; starts questioning why we can’t tell stories to children normally, and have to use all sorts of odd intonation instead. - “my little bro says he wants eyes like yours” | LYN: If your brother and I ever meet, we’ll be bros. If there’s a chance, let’s catch a bite to eat sometime. // He understands what’s really “good”. -- 你有一双会说话的眼睛 (Your Eyes Can Speak) [switches the lyrics from “you” to “me” for the first few lines] LYN: I borrowed this topic so I can sing a song. I felt like it’s about time for one, so I made use of the topic to do so.

C: I heard you learned how to dance. LYN: Who did you hear that from?? I didn’t. // I gave up on dancing. With some things you can try it and you can make an effort, but for other things there’s really no need.  - C: Ning-ge, find a celebrity to connect with (on stream)! LYN: Why? Do you want me to use them for their popularity? - C: Because it looked like you had some decent moves yesterday. LYN: Oh, you saw me “dancing” a little while singing, and you thought that it looked decent, so were wondering if I took lessons? You’re too easy to fool! C: Your dancing looks like boxing. LYN: I’ll box you! I’ll hit you straight into the wall!

- there ARE plans for a KSTLB3, because the program has already asked about cast schedules. But it’s hard to tell when it will actually happen. LYN: I asked BY the other day when we were grabbing a meal together and he told me he’d like to come but he might not have the time. I told him to make the time if he could, because it’s fun for us to get together and play. We’ll see.

- it’s difficult to get a variety show going, let alone renewed. he first heard about Melody Journey about 3-4 years ago, but it only came to fruition in 2024. even sponsors have no money, so no one’s really investing in shows anymore. He was supposed to be a fixed guest but bc of scheduling reasons was only able to attend half the season.

C: Will there be a ZLYM2? LYN: It’s possible, but I won’t be in it because I’m already gone. The poison was too deep and I’m long gone. A season 2 is possible, but it won’t be me acting in it. I’ve already disappeared.

C: Are you in A Journey to Glow (Yi Nian Jiang Nan)? LYN: That has nothing to do with me. Ning Yuanzhou is long dead. C: Is it written following YNGS? LYN: I don’t know! Go ask the screenwriter. It has nothing to do with me.

- been thinking about what type of dramas he wants to act in; wants to try a modern crime/spy drama. does not want to act in a pure romance drama- there could be love in it, as long as that’s not all the drama’s about. maybe something with a superpower or special ability. or wuxia drama. - dramas (that already have a fixed ML) like to promote their show by first saying he LYN wil be the ML- so that people come in hoardes to curse him out but this also as the effect of getting the drama attention. then later the drama announces the real casting and people are ok with it “as long as it’s not LYN” :|

C: Go act as a student. LYN: You must be crazy. I can’t act as a student. Maybe a teacher- like a music teacher, or some little kid’s parent. A single father. He has a daughter and sends her to school everyday, but he’s actually an assassin. Kill them all! Every time he finishes a mission he writes “kill them all” on the wall. When hes done with his missions, he comes to pick his daughter up from school. One day he finishes a mission but finds that his daughter has been kidnapped, so the rest of the story is how he gets her back. But I can’t act as a student. LYN: In the process of saving his daughter, he develops feelings for her teacher. Because the drama can’t NOT have romance. So this teacher is a young and beautiful woman, and she is also anxious to find the daughter back. While finding his daughter together, they develop feelings for each other- because he’s a single father. In the end you find out that the teacher is a spy for the bad guys, but she’s already in love with the ML so in a critical moment, takes a bullet for the ML. In the end, because of love, she betrays her own boss. The ML emerges from the wreckage carrying his daughter, and that’s how the story ends. I want to act in a story like this. - he only says the FL dies bc his fans don’t want him to die anymore. so he coud only sacrifice the FL. X’D

- in modern dramas (like Cicada Girls) 80% of the clothes were his own bc he has a “unique physique” (legs too long) - hasn’t had time to look at scripts, but has recorded two OSTs; will look through and pick one for next year before doing more work on music - concert will be held in March or April, because venues weren’t available in February like he was intending

- tells people to again, be wary of scalpers and scams; don’t reveal any personal info or click on redirect links.

C: Ning-ge, can you give me a concert ticket? LYN: This is a difficult question to answer. Because if I say no, will you think I’m stingy? “You can’t even afford to give one fan a concert ticket? You’re such a big celebrity and they’re just a student who happened to like you. They don’t have the means to afford to buy a ticket to watch you in concert, is that so wrong? You still won’t give them one?” But if I say I’ll give you one, there are lots of others who will be unhappy. “In that case I want a free ticket, too. Give me one.” LYN: So, I can’t give you a ticket. Even if it ruins my image, the answer is still no. - he has no say over the tickets and other than requesting a batch to be reserved for media or collaborators, can’t just give tickets away to everyone C: In the end, you don’t have a ticket for yourself and you can’t get in. LYN: You can still get in with a staff pass. LYN: I, LYN, don’t need a ticket to get in. I- /I/ need to buy a ticket to get into LYN’s concert, too?? That’s too strict! But if I tell LYN to give me a ticket I think he’d be able to do it.

- brainstorming what type of merch should be offered at the concert (lightsticks, clothing, etc.) - C: Strawberries, LYN: ?_? No one sets up a fruit stand for their concert. - LYN: I think even a small doll is ok. Just something to use as a souvenir. You’ll look at it and remember that you bought it at the concert you went to one year. To use as a memory. - - don’t bring light-boards (there’s no need), cameras should be ok? Maybe?, you just need to bring yourself and have fun.

- trending at #18: “I won’t wear down coats!”; LYN: That’s no good, because what if a brand tries to come find me?? - 31% happy, 30% like, 13% peaceful (they don’t care either way?), 6% sorrow??? LYN: What does that mean? What are you sad for- you’d better be happy! At the very least, become at peace! LYN: I’m not that rebellious! I still wear down coats!! It was seriously too cold, so the whole way back I was searching on taobao- “down coat, male, long”. C: Did you find one? LYN: I didn’t. I couldn’t find a suitable one.

C: Since you’re not in a drama crew, stop losing weight. You can be healthier. LYN: Actually… there’s more pressure for not being in a crew. Because with these types of events, things are happening in real-time. If your not in the best shape today, people are going to know about it. Its not like with shooting dramas. You can be ugly when shooting a drama, but you’ll only find out one year later when the drama starts airing. But media coverage for any performance or event is immediately out there. You’re ugly in real-time. You have to be MORE AWARE of your own shape. C: But health is more important. LYN: I’m quite healthy, though? I’m not unhealthy.

- talking about the jianbing he ate this morning, and what it was filled with C: Don’t eat green onion! LYN: Why? Green onions are nice. It’s healthy. A jianbing wihtout green onion loses half its flavor. Maybe it’s because I’m from the Northeast, so I like green onion. You can’t tell me not to eat it just because you don’t like it. That’s selfish.

C: Can you stream from Mount Tai? LYN: I don’t know how good the internet connection is up there.

- talks about his beads, a little. it’s all about the process of change for the beads. strands can run from cheap to expensive- depends on preference. LYN: But don’t do something just because /I/ like it. Buy it only if you really like it, yourselves. // If you don’t like it, then there’s no need to force yourselves. Just play with something you do like. - likes wood products and gems, but not so much into crystals.

C: I really like gold, but I can’t afford it. LYN: It’s okay. You just can’t think so nengatively like “I can’t afford this or that.” As long as you work hard, one day you can buy anything. There’s nothing that you can’t afford; it’s whether you want to buy it or not. If you really want something, you’ll work hard to get it. You can’t afford gold? Not even 1g? It just depends on what you want. Let’s say for example you want a little bracelet- it’ll be 20-30grams, so 20-30k. Then make the money. Dont say that you can’t afford it. As long as you work hard and earn money, you can.

C: I can’t afford LYN. LYN: Other artists might be expensive, but I am very cheap/affordable. You can buy me, too. Let’s putit simply. A concert ticket can range from a hundred to thousand dollars. If you buy one, you can have me stand there and sing for you for two hours. It’s affordable, isn’t it? Every person has a price. Don’t assume that the artists in your eyes are expensive. We’re cheap. If you spend 888rmb (the cost of a mid-range ticket) you can have me obediently stand on a stage and sing for you for two hours. If I spend 20+rmb to get a platform membership, I can tell anyone to act for me. (by watching their drama) Why is it expensive? It’s cheap. LYN: The problem is with your perspective. //Really, don’t think too much of artists/celebrities. For 888rmb, I’ll obediently sing for three hours. I’d have to change outfits and sing with a smile. It’s great value! C: Do you change on stage? LYN: You only spent 888rmb, and you want me to change on stage?!? I can only show you the outer clothes, I can’t show you any underwear. I know I said artists were cheap, but they’re not as cheap as you’re thinking!! I’m guessing that as soon as I take just one thing off I’d be taken away by the police and you’d have spent 888rmb for nothing.

- thanks all the fans who have the means and can support when he has brand collabs (chunzhen, pomellato, etc.) - all seats in the concert are good, there is no “best view”. 

C: This rich jiejie will invite you to eat noodles with her. LYN: What do you mean? Rich-jiejie wants me to eat ramen with her after the stream? Jiejie, I won’t be going. LYN: Friends, can we not discuss such adult things in my stream? It’s a little cruel and explicit. I’m not trying to pretend to be innocent/young, because I am this old after all. I’m not a child and I’m not trying to pretend I don’t know what you’re getting at. But let’s not discuss these topics because there are some 12-14 year olds in my stream. There are children watching. Okay? Can we talk about something more socially friendly? LYN: Nothing “netflix and chill”. This actually shows the cruelty of society, because it shows that in order for a young person to make it in this world, they have to give something. Even if that something is “time”.

- livestreaming is not allowed during the concert and if you see anyone streaming, hit them. XD Report them and security will escort them out. you can video-call a friend, but not start a livestream for the masses.

C: Ning-ge, I’ve been poisoned by Linlong Cave. I don’t have the antidote. LYN: Are you crazy? Are we cosplaying (role-playing), now? Should I play along or not? If I play along, I feel like that makes me look crazy, too. I don’t have the antidote, either. The character I played died. I don’t have it. Did you want me to play along? I kind of don’t dare to. It’s like you’re trying to coax a child. Either you’re crazy or you’re trying to coax a child. It’s like when we’re little and mom says, “The Big Bad Wolf is here. If you don’t stop crying, he’ll take you away.”

C: Do you know that every time you stop streaming I feel lost? LYN: I’m… happy to hear it. Like a distant friend who’s come to spend 2-3 hours with you, but you don’t know when you’ll meet next. But it’s the reluctance and anticipation for the next meeting that’s the most precious. What do you think? Each parting is so that we can have a better meeting the next time. LYN: But I can tell you a method for if you’re feeling lost after I stop streaming. That is, open weibo and select the “playback” function to watch the stream again. Maybe that will help. C: I’m very reluctant. LYN: ! I’m not leaving yet!

C: You can’t see me, Ning-ge! LYN: I can see you, but I can’t reply to each and every comment. Please be understanding, I can’t respond to you all. Also, many of you are Language Masters, and sometimes I don’t know how to communicate with you. You might think I’m quick but actually my “mouth is stupid”. Sometimes I just don’t know how to respond to you. Just like that person earlier who said “Ning-ge, I’ve been poisoned by Linlong Cave and I don’t have the antidote. Save me!” I just don’t know how to respond. // But I can see all that you’re typing and I know what you want to express. LYN: My mouth is stupid and I don’t know how to speal. My EQ is low, too. Please be understanding. 

2:52:00 --- Break #2 (he just can’t find the words… XD) LYN: I’ll show you a performance from when I just debuted. 2018. Many of you missed seeing me at that time. Not that that’s something to be regretful for. I was just a fool, then. [t/n: I love this perf of 光年之外!!] LYN: Friends, we can do a reaction video. I really enjoy making those about my own performances. Do you want to? - ragging on himself for looks (down to the color of his foundation and his styling (or lack thereof), but praises and provides great analysis on his singing skills. Anti!LYN: I’ll criticize, because that’s how I get more channel traffic :)

C: We’ll pay you to speak well. LYN: Oh? We can go two versions- one paid (nice ver.) and one not paid (mean ver.). I can do both. + Anti!LYN: LYN obv looks like he hasn’t had professional training and in comparison to other artists, is clearly lacking. It’s a poor performance. As a singer with many years of experience myself, I’d call this performance a failure. // Look at this- a face so oily clearly does not respect the stage or the viewers. He’s not worthy to be called an artist. Also- look how swollen his face is. For an “artist” to be so ugly, do you think he’s even worthy of standing on this stage?? Do you want the viewers to suffer? // I can’t keep watching this. The reaction video ends here. This is a failure and I think that LYN is not qualified to be an artist. I hope he continues to work hard. I just want to say I’m a very objective person. I speak the truth, only. I only say it like it is. If you agree with me, you can subscribe for more of my videos. C: Now the paid version. LYN: Has a company paid me, now? Ok- let me check if I received the funds first. /checks his phone/ Ok, we’re good. + Pro!LYN: Let’s watch LYN’s performance. I know that he’s a rookie that just came out in 2018 and I’m quite interested in him because when I saw him streaming on the street I thought of him as resolved and hard-working. I’ve seen videos fans have sent in and he’s still streaming even when the weather is quite cold. It’s rare to see a person who is so determined to pursue a path in music. Let’s watch this performance together. // From these small movements on stage, he appears to have talent. For someone who- as far as I’m aware- has never been on a big stage before, I don’t know if you can see it, but he’s relaxed. As if he’s in his natural element. He already looks like an established artist. Even though his appearance may not be what we expect, he has confidence. Only someone who’s had multiple performances and experience gained through repetition can pull off this relaxed feeling. Let’s continue. // Look at this- the audience is with him. Even though I wasn’t there, you can tell from the reaction of the audience that he’s got control of the whole venue. He’s very relaxed- what does that mean? That he’s invested in the music already and therefore at ease. The audience can see this and are also swept up in it. This is a surprise. You can’t tell that he’s only just debuted. // He has the capability to be a superstar. // This performance is perfection and a surprise. I can’t believe a kid who’s just debuted can perform like this. It feels right. The hardest thing is that I’m able to see uniqueness. You’ve never seen anyone else like him. (etc, etc.) LYN: Honestly these streamers… if they want to speak well or ill of you, they’ll find a way.

C: Can we see his acting? LYN: You want me to react to his acting?? That’s maybe betting too much. // But I think it would be a lot more fun, because there’s so much more to say.

- something abt Daimi that he didn’t see clearly, but will circle back around to it - it took him 3 months to change the color on the beads in his hand - 2nd album will have a limited physical release- to have as a keepsake

C: Ning-ge, I’ll give you 100rmb to lull me to sleep. LYN: 100rmb to lull you to sleep? You must be rich. Your expenses are so high that you’d spend 100rmb to find someone to make you sleep? You must be a rich second-gen! Are you someone with a rich family?? 100rmb to lull you to sleep… C: It’s a lot because you’re expensive! LYN: Why does that make me feel worse?? I’m “expensive” but I only get paid 100rmb?? // Based on how you speak I’m guessing you might be a primary schooler. You’re young. Either that or you must not have a high IQ. Spend 100rmb to lull you to sleep? You can’t just waste money like that! No matter how much money you or your family has, this is not the right way to spend it. Also- money can’t solve everything in this world, and if it can then it wasn’t a serious matter to begin with. You’re trying to buy me with 100rmb to lull you to sleep? You must be crazy.

- thanks people who think he looks cool walking the red carpet, but also likens it to a mother doting on her foolish child (no matter how terrible the kid actually is) LYN: Honestly it’s been a long time since I last walked a red carpet. This time I didn’t have much going on and I arrived in Macau early, so I decided to walk it. Most of the time when I have performances, I’m afraid it will delay my performance- because I’m very nervous before I sing. I’ve been on a lot of stages, but I still get nervous every time. For these types of events I always sing at least one or two, to share fortune. But this time my performance was nearer to the end- it was the last song. So I decided to walk the red carpet. LYN: My studio came and asked me, “Boss, do you want to reconsider?” I questioned, “What do you mean??” It’s bc ZLYM just finished airing and I was already being called ugly for it, so if I walked on the red carpet and the media took a bunch of raw photos of me I’d be setting myself up to be called ugly again. “What would we do? We’re afraid of losing our jobs.” XD I told them, “If you really cared so much about what other people think, then you won’t accomplish anything.” My work ethic is: I just want to be able to do whatever I feel like doing. I’m not doing anything illegal. I don’t care what other people think of me. So I told them, “I know you’re saying this because it’s what’s best for me, but… I am also worried about it. But not to worry, this time, I will prepare.”  - applied face and eye masks for the three days leading up to the event, woke up one hour early and took a hot bath to reduce water swelling (sweat it out), took a guasha to his face and neck LYN: I asked my makeup artist, “What do you think? I’m not that swollen today, am I?” They said “You still are, a little. It looks like you just woke up.” I replied, “There’s no helping it. Let’s just do it.” - still agonizing over whether to walk it or not, 15 minutes before leaving the hotel room. - ended up walking the red carpet, bc he wanted to represent YNGS. - this is why he likes shootng night scenes, because he looks thinner at night. morning or daytime scenes, he looks swollen.

C: What did you talk about with Zhang Songwen-laoshi? LYN: He said, “LYN, you look too swollen.” LYN: That’s a joke! Don’t take it seriously. If you take it seriously, you lose.

- greets all his foreign fans, bc they’re typing in the comments LYN: I think in a few days I’ll sing this song- (Blue Bird) // I’ll be collaborating with someone on it. I hope you look forward to it! :) 

C: You owe me a song from CMF. LYN: I OWE you? I don’t remember how that happened, but I’ll sing it next time. I’m here streaming and you’ve come  to collect on my debts, now?? It was free to begin with. It cost money, time, and effort. And /I/ owe /YOU/? C: Love is always feeling indebted to one another. LYN: Now you’re telling me it’s out of love???

C: My niece is here to hate on you. LYN: What did I do to her?? Smack her for me, while her back is turned. Hate on me???

C: I broke my foot, can you comfort me? LYN: Okay, I saw you. You’ve been spamming that all night. You’re the type who’s attention-seeking. You think breaking your foot is a good thing? Is that something to be happy about? Fine. I hope you recover quickly. It's quite a painful thing, to break a bone. I forgot where you said you broke already- foot or leg? Anyway, wish you a quick recovery. Don’t move around and make sure it’s well-healed otherwise it’ll bring you more discomfort in the future. Sometimes my foot where I broke it still hurts. :( I don’t know if that’s psychological, or what.

C: Did you make a mistake singing 奉上 on Scream Night? LYN: I repeated myself for a line in the beginning, you mean? Was that a mistake? - getting defensive X’D (it was a mistake- a result of muscle memory) LYN: I did sing too early. What about it? As long as I don’t admit it, it’s fine. C: I thought it was a mistake at first, then I wondered if it was designed that way. LYN: It was designed that way. :) I was just proving that I was singing live. C: Was it necessary? LYN: What do you care?!? It’s my performance, so my design. Whether it’s necessary or not was my call, not yours. I think it was VERY necessary!

LYN: What about it??? - proving that he could adlib the beginning of (nearly) any song without it looking like a “mistake” LYN: (narrating) Truth be told, I was a little flustered. As soon as I started singing along to the opening notes, I thought in my mind, “Oh, damn it! Why did I sing it out loud?? How strange! What do I do?” But I quickly adjusted my composure and started to act. Then, I sang normally. It matters not. I’ll just pretend it didn’t happen. LYN: You definitely cannot start scaring oneself. (“自己吓自己” is a dubbing meme)

C: Will you gift an autograph at your concert? LYN: No. I wouldn’t be able to sign so many. If one stop is 10k seats, there’d be at least 7-8k in attendance. If I sign 7-8k autographs… there’s really NO NEED. I’d die trying to sign them all. LYN: Let’s do a reverse fan-support. When you come to my concert, bring me your signed autographs. That’d be fun. Usually it’s you who want your idol’s autograph. This time, bring yours to my concert and you can drop them off in a box for me. C: Do you want a “to:”? LYN: Okay. C: Don’t burn them. LYN: >:] Burn them all! // No, I wouldn’t! I’d store them away.

C: I’m finally seeing your stream with my own eyes. LYN: ! You all sure have a talent for language, but I’m not sure if “seeing with my own eyes” is a phrase to be used in this context? It’s sort of honorable but also sort of strange. Isn’t it usually followed with- “I saw with my own eyes all the crimes he committed!!” It kind of feels like that. - plays around with the word “witness” because it’s similar

LYN: Friends, it’s about time. I you have not subscribed to my weibo, please do so; you’ll be notified the next time I stream. I want to thank you for witnessing my stream today with your own eyes. I saw the time and realized I’ve been streaming for almost four hours. That’s a lot, but time passes quickly! Somehow it’s already been four hours. I’m happy, though! I hope that when I stop streaming those people who might have been feeling a little lost are not lost anymore. You can wash up and have a good sleep. If you still feel down, you can watch my stream again. LYN: I hope you had a relaxing, happy, and wonderful night. It was great to have you and I hope you had fun. Let's meet again in the next stream, friends! I’m sure sorrow will rise to 10%. 31% happy, 11% peaceful. 30% sorrow. Bye bye everyone. Good night!