#because im in my thirties stfu

[blondepomeranian]

Illegal Work Selfies(TM) are becoming my new favorite subgenre.

[twinferns]

im rattling with excitement ab tfatws ep 2

so much happened in this episode i dont even know where to start, so know im forcing you all to listen to me rant

how lucky for you!!

if you haven't watch the ep, there will be big spoilers!! im not putting in a cut bc my tumblr is being weird ab it so just trust me when i say there will be major spoilers after this line

i warned you

ok if you're still reading you're basically asking to be spoiled

- ok i know this scene is supposed to sympathize with john walker but his face makes me angry

- OUCH WTF i hated every second of having to watch bucky watch walker

- walker needs to stay in his damn place with the whole "even though i never met him, he feels like a brother" AND WITH BUCKY WATCHING i hate this guy

- bucky-sam reunion!! i love their chemistry, and ik we've already seen this scene but the gandalf/hobbit line still sends me, and cements how much of nerd bucky is

- not bucky taking after steve with the whole jumping out of a plane with no parachute thing

- istg theyre gonna give away with all their bickering, sam and bucky are like an old married couple

- the parallel with bucky falling off the truck with bucky falling off the train in the first avenger

- ik walker and hoskins technically helped bucky and sam out i still hate their hides

- walker needs to stfu with trying to shmooze with bucky and sam

- i am bucky, bucky is me

- i love how battlestar was the last straw for him, and the wingman comment was the last for sam

- is it bad that i kind of like karli?

- ISAIAH BRADLEY? BLACK CAPTAIN AMERICA?? - his whole story makes me sick to me stomach, like how the government fucking experimented on black men? and then they fucking arrested isaiah and threw him prison for thirty years?

- eli bradley we've met patriot im excited

- the cop scene made my blood boil. sam must have been so scared the minute they pulled up. how dare they ask bucky if sam was bothering him. and the way they treated sam differently bc he was an avenger? disgusting. but i love how marvel isn't glossing over the race aspect of this show

- so theyre basically in couples therapy. amazing i love.

- when bucky said "because if he was wrong about you he was wrong about me" it shattered my heart and stomped it all over the floor and the voice crack didn't help

- not walker again, i despise this man with everything in me. "stay out of my way" WTF ARE U GONNA DO AGAINST A SUPER SOLDIER WITH A VIBRANIUM ARM AND MAN WHO CAN FLY HE NEEDS TO LEAVE

- everytime walker calls bucky "bucky" i wanna punch him. yes, ik bucky goes by "bucky" but it feels disrespectful, like it's sergeant barnes to you jackass - who tf is the scary man going after karli i dont like him

- you know things are bad when bucky and sam go to mf zemo for help

i cant wait to see what happens next. also does anyone else think that bucky's personality is exactly what a teenage fanfic writer would write him as? bc im loving it

[soulwillower]

interrupted • stan uris

(stanley uris x reader smut)

requested: Can you please do a rough Stanley smut? Like they are friends and he catches her masturbating to him and smut happens. Thank you!   +    Stanley catching you masturbating please 👉👈              +                             hello!! could u do hcs or fic or something with stan being super into dirty talk and not being able to stfu in bed but it’s unexpected bc it’s stan and reader is like 😳 i hope this made sense lol thank u

guys!!! im so sorry i made u all wait so long ahhh, i hope u enjoy!

warning: smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, masturbation, fluff at the end, unedited

[losers + reader are 18+ in this.]

2.5k words

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you sigh, glad that your parents aren't home as you plop down on your bed heavily. you're exhausted and totally pent up, ready to relax after a long day. after working this morning you went to the quarry with the others and soaked in the warm weather until dinnertime. 

but you'd fought with stan on your walk home from the quarry, and now you’re completely tense. he was annoyed because eddie had carried you around in the water, tickling you as you wrapped your hands around his neck. 

stan had no right to be mad, but for some reason he kept saying it was annoying to have to watch - so you'd called him out.

his eyebrows were furrowed as the two of you spat back and forth on the walk home, hair wet and dripping onto your clothes. he'd rolled his eyes hundreds of times at you when you'd tried to reason with him, saying that he was being a dick for no reason, and that he sounded jealous. he just kept rolling those goddamn eyes.

and now, as your hand slips into your panties, you think about how clenched his jaw was when he looked at you and how good he looked in the fading sunlight.

flashes of golden skin shivering with light goosebumps, droplets of water rolling down a bare chest... you shake your head lightly.

you slip your fingers into yourself, pumping slowly and moaning quietly. you just needed to get off, and then you'd feel better.  stan keeps slipping into your mind and it doesn't surprise you, not after going down to the quarry today, playing chicken, and then fighting afterward.

you always forget how tan stan gets from baseball in the summers - and how fit he is. so when richie had insisted he and stan go up against you and bev in a game of chicken and stan was grinning at you, shoving you lightly, you couldn't help but stare. 

of course, bev gave you so much shit but she was staring just as much as you.

so doesn't shock you when stan wont leave your thoughts, your legs twitching in pleasure as you think about your best friend. you sigh, eyes closing. 

stan's immediately there again, smirking at you, laughing and smiling, clenching his jaw, glaring at you, kissing the column of your neck, tossing you onto the bed...

your fingers pick up slightly and you can't help the gasp that leaves your mouth as you think about stan's hands on you. 

"stan," you whimper, biting your lip. your eyes are still screwed shut, one hand fingering yourself and the other on your chest. you can't help but moan out his name again. "please, stan."

but suddenly, you're pulled out of your daydreams as a voice calls out in what was supposed to be your empty room. "you expecting me?"

you open your eyes and stan is standing in your goddamn doorway. your stomach drops. "STAN!" you yelp, hand slipping out of your panties as your hands moving to stable yourself on both sides of your body, your cheeks flaming up. "why are you here, what the fuck?" you hiss. his mouth is slightly open with a half-smirk as he stares at you.

"were you just-" stanley starts and you shake your head violently, "stan, n-no."

he just lifts a brow at you, his cheeks red but his face in a suggestive smirk. "you sure?" he asks, stepping further into your room. your hand moves to clutch your shirt tightly and your stomach coils. "what do you mean?" you ask sheepishly, hoping to god that he didn't hear you. he just smirks, lifting a brow.

since when did stan get this kind of cockiness? you scowl, "why are you even fucking here, stanley?" you say sharply.

"well i was here to talk to you." he says, eyes raking over your figure unabashedly. "but if i'm interrupting something-"

"shut up, stanley." you snap, nostrils flaring in anger. "you're a dick." you mutter, completely embarrassed. you think you might cry because of the way stan's smirking at you, standing above you. 

he's smiling tauntingly and you want to slap him. 

you stand up, hoping to gain some leverage but he doesn't budge as you try to shove him out of your room. you don't care that you're wearing only a t shirt and your panties as you shove at his shoulders, him laughing lightly. 

his hands fall to your wrists, "hey, you can't blame me. that was hot as fuck." he says almost sheepishly and you blanch, eyes wide. he certainly heard you masturbate to him and now he's calling it hot. "wh-what?" you stammer.

he grins at you, relieved that you stopped assaulting him and now he's just holding you, tugging you closer slowly. "well, i'm here now. you don't have to imagine it anymore." he says simply, stating it like its the most simple thing in the world.

 "stan." you whisper, eyes wide in shock. his hands drop your wrists and he slips his arms around your waist to hold you. you put your hands on his shoulders lightly, blinking at him. "y/n." he whispers back, smirking at you. "let me make you feel good." he whispers again and you raise your eyebrows, stomach flipping.

shit, this was a dream. it had to be...

you nod numbly, muttering an, "okay."

and with a smile, he leans down to kiss you. you keen towards him in surprise, hands wrapping around him and holding his shoulders in shock. he nudges you backwards and the two of you fall to your bed. you let out a breath as you hit the mattress, smiling as he leans in to kiss you on the lips. his tongue runs along your bottom lip and you open your mouth for him, feeling him grind softly against your core. "fuck, stan." you whimper into his mouth and he kisses along your jaw, moving his hips against yours again.

"when were you going to tell me you get off to thinking of me?" he mutters into your ear and you swallow, groaning quietly. jesus.

when was anybody going to tell you that stan was such a bold talker in bed? stanley fucking uris?

"d-didn't think you'd care to know." you mutter, face bright red in shock as he thrusts against your hips, both of you moaning softly. he chuckles lightly against your collarbone, sucking a mark lightly before leaning up. 

"i've wanted to hear you say my name like that for a really long time." he says, cheeks turning red, leaning back to take off his shirt. your mouth dries up as his shirt gets discarded on the floor. he always makes you speechless but the sight of stan in between your legs, breathing quickly and muscles contracting and cheeks flushed almost makes you cum instantly. 

he lifts the hem of your shirt and you pull it fully off, pressing a kiss to his lips hotly. he kisses you roughly, tongue licking into your mouth and making you gasp.

he moves between your hips slowly, kissing over your naked chest and licking over your nipples, pulling one into his mouth. you gasp and he smiles, moving to nip softly at your stomach.  "let me see how wet you made yourself thinking of me." he mutters, pulling your legs apart. you smack him in the back of the head in embarrassment and he just chuckles, "don't be like that, y/n/n. i just want to see if i can make you moan my name like that again." he mutters.

with that, he kisses over your clothed clit and you inhale sharply, looking down at him as he stares up at you. you turn red at the sight of stan in between your thighs, shirtless in his boxers with a smirk on his lips and hair tousled. "is this okay?" he asks and you nod desperately. he smiles to himself as he slides your underwear down your thighs, biting his lip.

he leans forward, licking a stripe up your heat and making you groan. he swirls his tongue around your clit and your hand immediately threads through his curls. his hands snake up to hold your waist as he starts to move his tongue, holding you down so you couldn't buck your hips. 

"stan." you whimper, back arching and yelping as he slips a finger inside you. he hums around your clit and your toes curl, gasping and whining as he pumps into you and curling it. his name falls out of your lips like a prayer and he's groaning into you.

"please, stan. i need you." you whimper and stan looks up, his lips shining. he grins at you as your chest rises and falls and he slips another finger inside you. he watches you as your face twists in pleasure and he leans up to kiss you hotly. "you have me, then." he mutters into the shell of your ear as he pulls back, fingers still pumping into you roughly as he palms himself.

you moan as he pulls his fingers out of you and you sit up eagerly, pushing his shoulders lightly so he's sitting as you straddle him, his boxers discarded on the ground. you take his cock in your hand, biting your lips as you realize how fucking big he is. much bigger than expected.

he has a cocky grin on his features that you rarely ever see in every day life - but one which has shown up frequently in the last thirty minutes. you roll your eyes, "don't give me that look, uris." you say as you pump him slowly. "i'll look at you however i want." he sasses, still smirking lightly as he pushes you back down. your eyes widen at his dominance and you moan when he crawls in between your legs and kisses you hard, taking your breath away.

you whimper as he teases his head against your entrance, rubbing you lightly. "please." you whisper against his lips. he huffs lightly, "speak up, baby." he says, making you scowl. "god, you're so annoying." you say, your face red. 

he laughs, still rubbing his cock against your clit and making you groan in need. "c'mon, you can do it." he whispers against your lips.

it's so hot, the way that stan talks to you like this, your best friend....

"please fuck me, stan." you whimper, your hands around his shoulders squeezing. he chuckles, "that wasn't so hard, was it baby?" he says, winking at you. you don't have time to respond though as he pushes his cock inside you, making you gasp and rake your nails down his back. 

he stills once he's buried to the hilt, kissing you as he waits for you to adjust to his size. after a few moments, he moves his hips against you, fingers rising up to tease your nipples as he starts to fuck into you. you can't speak as he fucks into you, shocked with bliss and surprise that this is happening.

he tuts. "suddenly so shy. you weren't so quiet when i wasn't in the room." stan mutters as he fucks into you, his thin necklace chain glinting by the light of your lamp. your cheeks heat up again, completely shocked that stan, the boy who loves bird watching, could say things like this. 

it's incredibly hot.

"stan, oh my god." you whimper as he hits deep inside of you, your toes curling as he pulls your hips closer and up off the bed. "you like how i make you feel?" he mutters, sucking a mark into your neck. "yes, please don't stop." you whimper, loving how he fills you up. he's hitting deep into you and you can't stop whimpering.

"so good, baby. you touch yourself and think of me, huh?" he mutters and you whimper, nodding as he fucks you into your mattress, his finger snaking down to rub your clit. your eyebrows scrunch in pleasure, moving your hips with his in time, chasing the pleasure you know is about to release in your body.

"fuck, y/n/n. love the sounds you make." he whispers into your ear, rubbing your clit in figure eights. you moan even louder because of his words, knowing you're about to cum. "stan, i- i'm gonna cum." you say quietly. he thrusts harder, hands squeezing your hip and thigh as he slams into you. he hums, "yeah you are, baby." he mutters and that pushes you over the edge. 

you clench on his cock as he rides you through your high, your voice whimpering and moaning loudly as he whispers the dirtiest words you've ever heard in your ear, thumb rubbing against your clit and making you clench your thighs around his waist. his thrusts become sloppy and with a, "fuck, y/n." he groans. you feel him spill inside you, stilling as he finishes. he kisses your neck, sucking lightly as he collapses next to you on the mattress and pulls out of you slowly.

 "holy shit, stan." you say breathlessly as he pulls you closer to him, your skin hot. you're breathing heavily as your bodies meld together, stan kissing your hairline softly. "y/n," he says, looking down at you. you look up at him, unsure about what's about to happen. he's running his hands up and down your bare back softly, giving you light goosebumps.

"i... uh, i really like you." he says with a blinding smile, his cheeks red. your eyes are wide again, "i like you too, stan. i- i think i made that pretty obvious." you say with a light giggle, nuzzling into his neck. he chuckles, arms wrapping tightly around you. 

you pull back to look at him as you realize something, "stan... i can't believe - you just pulled a full 180. what the fuck was that?" you laugh as you meet his eyes. 

he looks sheepish, "sorry." 

you shake your head with a smile, "that was... i liked it, a lot. who knew that you had a think for talkin-" he cuts off your words as he pinches your ass, chuckling into a kiss. he pulls you closer, hand smoothing over your side as you sigh, loving the feeling of him all over you. you break away from the kiss. "shut up, y/n." he says, kissing your head lightly.

its comfortably silent for a few moments. 

"by the way, i came over here to apologize." he mutters, and you look up at him. "oh, is that so?" you ask with a smirk and he rolls his eyes, "yeah, yeah. sorry that i was a dick earlier. i was... jealous." he mutters.

you almost laugh, "no! really? you?" you ask jokingly and he shoves you, taking his arms off of you. you laugh, rolling your eyes at the boy. 

"shut up." he mutters, kissing next to your ear. you laugh again lightly, sighing.

then he kisses your cheek and turns to starts to pull up his boxers. "where are you going?" you whine, slightly nervous he'll leave you. he shrugs and you watch his shoulders shake as he laughs. "we're getting ice cream, you asshole." he mutters.

you smile, shaking your head as your face flushes. what the fuck just happened?

[nanbaka-82]

No one asked and no one will probably read but here’s songs that remind me of some of my most beloved hypmic boyos (Yes I wrote this at five am and I was being biased) Alert this is very long and shitty don’t read if ya don’t wanna get a brain rot and I advise you not to break your mind before 2nd drb.

Bonus up top:

All Stars + Kotonohoto:

- This Is The Moment - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

CLASSIC LOVE IT KEEP GETTING DRB VIBES

- I’m Ready - AJR

THIS IS LIKE DIVISION ALL STARS VS KOTONOHOTO

Yotsutsuji:

- Three Thirty - AJR

IM NOT SURE ABOUT THIS ONE AT ALL but since he’s a character that we never really got to understand and analyze, or maybe the fact that he was put falsely into his comatose state pains me.

“You start thinking about the clock ticks, you get nervous, you start stressing, so how am I supposed to fit this, in three minutes, and thirty seconds?”

“Listen to my aching heart. Quick before you skip the song. We are human after all. And we. Don’t. Stay. For. Long”

Naughty Dialogue/MCD +:

- Bang - AJR 

JUST LOVE THE VIBE 

“I’m way too young to lie here forever (IchiKuko) I’m way too old to try so whatever (SamaSasa) so come hang! We’ll go out with a bang!”

- Partners in crime - ft. Ash Costello

The vibe too! Idk I really like it!

- A Bud Like You - AJR

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH IT FITS THEM EVEN MORE HELL YES

Naughty Busters: 

- Rope - Kulick

“I keep slipping on down but I can’t let go yet”

Pain 

- Kids In The Dark - All Time Low 

 “They left us alone, the kids in the dark, to burn out forever or light up a spark, we come together, state of the art, we’ll never surrender, so let the the world sing”

More pain but cute 

Mad Comic Dialogue:

- I’m Not Ok - Weathers 

HHHHH THIS SONG IS ONE OF MY FAVES

“IM JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE FUCKED UP LIKE EVERYONE ELSE”

- Weak - AJR 

“But I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that? Boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that” (fall for each other those Lil gay boiz)

- Broken -lovelytheband 

“I like that you’re broken broken like me, maybe that makes me a fool?” (sasa)

“I like that you’re lonely lonely like me, I could be lonely with you” (sama)

“There’s something tragic, but almost pure, think I could love you, but I’m not sure” (sama)

“It’s something wholesome, it’s something sweet, tucked in your eyes that I’d love to meet” (sasa)”

- Rose Colored Boy - Paramore 

Y e s 

- Sober Up- AJR

“Hello hello, I’m not where I’m supposed to be, I hope that you’re missing me, cuz it makes me feel young”

*Cries in SamaSasa*

“Won’t you help me sober up? Growing up had made me numb, and I wanna feel something again. Won’t you help me sober up? All the big kids say I’m drunk and I wanna feel something again. Won’t you help me feel something again... how’s it go again?”

“And I wanna feel something again. I just wanna feel something again. (My favorite color is you)”

“Can I finally feel something again?”

*Cries in SamaSasa again*

Otome (I’m so in it for her):

Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez 

Just. Her backstory. Shit. 

Fling Posse:

- TMD (Talk Me Down) - R & R 

This song just reminds me of the overall relationship between fling posse! I’d make an edit but I’m lazy and sad 

- It’s On Us - AJR

(Honestly AJR is my emotional anchor and it’s obvious)

“It’s not your fault you don’t feel safe it’s not your fault so don’t take blame (no it’s on us)”

“We can try together, make it right together, we can fight together, it’s on us, though your trust is stolen, though your heart is broken, you are never broken, it’s on us” 

“We know what we need to do we’ll be there it’s not on you”

Now da main course:

Samatoki Aohitsugi:

- Karma - AJR : 

THAT PART WHERE ITS LIKE “Where the hell is the karma?” HNGGG

- Can I Get a Witness - Sonreal :

OKAY hear me out:

“I fell in love with you cuz you made me feel, I fell in love with you cuz you kept it real, but you changed up on me, you changed your flow, and now I’ve been hating on you every where I go”

BASICALLY YEAH AND THE REST OF THE SONG TOO

- Honest - Nico Collins 

No comment... 

- Middle Finger - BOHNES 

Oh god I love this song 

“But I refuse to let you make me feel like I can’t fly, not only will I soar again, I’ll own the fucking sky” 

“Livin like a riot, setting off the sirens, fists are clenched I’m fighting, soul has been ignited, ain’t got time for dying, I’m too busy thriving, more than just surviving, heart is beating violent”

And just so much more, this song reminds of his spirit that no matter how many times it’s been broke down just won’t give up, and I love it

- Little Poor Me - Layto 

“I tried hard you know I care, I care, I care, just a little poor me, just a little poor me”

The way he protected what he loved with all his heart, Sasara and Nemu, yet, he still lost them at the end. 

Jyuto Iruma:

The Car - Nightly 

Idk why it fits him—the feel of it I guess 

Ramuda Amemura (maNy but I chose):

- Rabbit Hole - AViVA 

Gives me the feel where he drags people down with him but wants to escape 

- Hypnotized - AViVA

I DONT EVEN GOTTA FUCKIN SAY IT

“Can’t you see you’re hypnotized? Locked inside those eyes. Now don’t you go out at night, you’ll end up hypnotized”

“Look into my eyes find it so appealing look into my eyes send your body reeling, now you’re hypnotized, drag you down down down”

Gentaro Yumeno:

- The Way - Layto

Not so sure about this one—but 

“New Speak, show and tell, this will be my hardest sell, wise men, always say, sadness raps in golden plate” 

Reminds me of how he was bullied and unsocial in school, also how his care takers were elders and made him happy 

- 100 Bad Days - AJR

“A 100 days made a hundred good stories, a 100 good stories make me interesting in parties” 

NSJSBSJJSISS LISTEN IT F I T S

Dice Arisugawa:

- Disaster Party - MAGIC GIANT

FUCKIN-THIS SONG IS SO DICE STFU AND

“You’re a brave heart, but you’re broken, and an Angel, but you’re choking”

THIS REMINDS ME OF HOW DICE SILENTLY ACKNOWLEDGES GENTARO AND RAMUDA BUT DOESNT PUSH INTO THEIR BUSINESS! WHAT A GOOD BOY WE HAVE oh and

“Throw away all your money” hhhhh

- I’m Not Famous - AJR 

Reminds me oh how he could have been literal royalty but decided to say fuck it

Hifumi Izanami:

- Echo - Crusher-P

We don’t talk about why I link this to fumi 

- Oh oh and there’s this part in Parents - Yungblud, “Hi nice to meetcha! Got nothing to believe in! So tell me when my breathing, stops-“ idk it reminds me of his phobia and past 

- Make you Mine - Public The Band

HHHH HES SOFT BBY OKAY 

Doppo Kannonzaka:

- Isolate - SubUrban

“Segregated, situated, hanging on, sophisticated, liberated, nauseated, I just want my medication, individuality and blue lights give me headaches, I’m not changing for the better, I’m just changing clothes on weekends”

Need I say more?

- Come Hang Out - AJR

I personally love this one 

“Come hang out cuz you’re outta your mind, you’re working so damn hard, you forgot what you like, come hang out, don’t you leave us behind. But, I’ll be there next time”

“Come hang out cuz you’re missing your life”

“Should I go for more clicks this year? Or should I follow the click in my ear?”

I feel like this song is from everyone who cares about him which is also me—

Jyushi Aimono/Hitoya Amaguni:

- Crybaby - Melanie Martinez

ABSOLUTELY NOT SHIPPING but the part where it’s like 

“I look at you and I see myself”

Makes me cry because I remember how Hitoya lost his brother to bullying then you have Jyushi so he wants to help the little boy live his life and achieve his goals, unlike his brother, sadly

Sasara Nurude:

- My Play - AJR 

Fucking. Just watch the official vid. That’s all. It’s about parent divorce and slaps.

“When I show you my play, will you pretend you didn’t know, if I make a mistake? It’s gonna get really really really really bad, before it’s okay. But maybe you’ll forget it all, while you’re watching my play” 

- Rose Colored Boy - Paramore 

OHH BOY I WROTE A WHOLE FIC ABOUT THIS ON WATTPAD 

- Istanbul (Not Constantinople) 

FUNNY FUNNY SONG CLOWN LIKE FUNNY FUNNY 

Rei:

- Hushh - AViVA 

Fucker got one. 

“Hush Hush, keep your pretty mouth shut, hush hush, lose your inhibitions”

- This Ain’t A Scene It’s An Arms Race - Fallout boy

Like HeLL.

“Fitting you with Weapons in the form of words, and don’t really care which side wins, as long as the room keeps singing that’s just the business I’m in”

“I’m not a shoulder to cry on, I digress, I’m a leading man, and the lies I weave are so intricate, oh so intricate” 

If you read this then congratulations why the fuck did you waste your time

[sydnee-kom-spacekru]

Kiss Me, Dumbass (Richard Harmon x Fem!Reader Part 4)

Warnings: sexual assault, A/n: Ago is your characters name on The 100, and its pronounced with a hard A, and the word go. There isn't an actual Cafe Goldenrod its made up, I know I'm bad at names, stfu. <<<>>> You were alone in your small trailor kitchen. Bob was with Eliza, you seriously suspected something, Lindsey was with her family because she didn't have to film, and Luisa was relaxing. You didnt want to bug her, she deserved to relax. So you were getting ready for bed. A knock rang through your temporary home, and you yelled for them to come in. "Hey, sorry to bother you." You walk to the living room, seeing Richard. You pull your eyebrows together in confusion. "Is something wrong?" "Kind of. Jason wants us to film the scene where you're taken today. Something about an emergency meeting he has tomorrow." Your mouth opens in shock. "But it's nine o'clock." You were just about to get in bed, having already eaten. "I know. He wants us right now, so, go get your makeup done, I guess." He shrugged and left you, dumbfounded, in your living room. --- You yawned, it was nine thirty, and you had just finished getting your face done and your costume on. "Y/n, your character will be sleeping in the rover, in Octavias camp, when you're taken." Jason shouted. You nodded, not able to keep yourself from yawning again. "Hey look," he walked over to you, speaking softly. It was the nicest he's ever been. "Im sorry, alright. I have a meeting about ratings and shit tomorrow, and I just found out. If we don't film this scene tonight, it'll screw everything up." Before you could respond, he left. --- "It was the heat of the moment..." Your alarm sang. You groaned, it was your day off, but you had forgotten to shut your alarm off. It was five In the morning, you had only gotten to sleep four hours ago. You were filming until eleven last night, but you had had trouble sleeping last night. You hit the button on your phone multiple times, and tried to fall asleep again. --- You checked your phone for the fourth time that hour, it was six thirty-six, you hadnt fallen asleep yet. You decided to get up and get breakfast. You got dressed and brushed your hair out, applying light makeup. You walked over to Luisa's trailor, conveniently right next to yours, and knocked. You knew she would be up, she had gone to sleep early. She opened the door up, dressed too. "Let's get breakfast." You walked up the steps. She let you in. "Where?" "I dont know, lets go to that little Cafe down the road." "'Kay, one second. Let me get shoes." --- Cafe Goldenrod was beautiful. The designs along the walls, the lights, the whole vibe was amazing. You ordered a chocolate muffin, and Luisa ordered a coffee. "I miss Alycia." You say, swallowing some of the dry cupcake. It was kind of a disappointment, but it wasnt a big deal. "Yeah, so do I." A voice came from behind you. You groan internally. There was one fan, a guy who looked to be around fifty years old, who always seemed to find you guys wherever you went. "Hello, Y/n McGowan, Luisa D'Oliveira." He butchered her last name, as he wiggled his chubby fingers in front of your faces. He had stood up to get your attention, and was leaning over his chair like a six year old leans over a bus seat. "Quit ignoring me." You put on a smile, not wanting to be seen as rude. "Im so sorry, sir. I was lost in my head." You turned around, his face was a foot from yours, but you could still smell his breath. Fish and ice cream. It was horrible. You nod to Lu and you and her stand up to leave. "Hey, where are you going? You bitch." He stood up and grabbed your arm, you tried to yank your arm back, but his hand just tightened around your upper arm. "I came here to see the both of you, and you leave." "Let her go, you dick." Luisa snapped. The door opened and the bell jingled. "Whats going on here?" For the first time ever, you're relieved to hear Richard's voice. <<<>>>

Part 5 next

[fluidityandgiggles]

Together Cake

Okay. Let’s say it all together.

HAPPY NAME REVEAL DAY PATTON!!!

Now that that’s over with...story time. There is an AU/hc that I have yet to release to the public. So it might be a bit confusing at times, but... when it works, it works.

So this is a glimpse into a yet unknown AU/hc of mine (while also not being quite as heavily based on it, sorry Dee), as well as a birthday gift to my favorite little ray of sunshine.

Happy birthday Patton. I love you.

And so... enjoy the ride (tags below).

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“Hey Patton. Hey Patton. Hey Patton. Hey Patton-“

“Dorian, let your brother rest, will you?”

“No! I want to play with Patton!”

This was the regular weekend scenario every time Patton got home. For once, his mom picked him up instead of having to take three buses (Roman had to take only two and had a much shorter ride, lucky him), but he was still... exhausted.

Yeah. That was the word. Exhausted.

“Hey Dori, did I tell you that we’re doing a musical and a play?”

Patton’s baby brother’s eyes went wide. “Am I invited to both?”

“I don’t know, kiddo. I’m doing A Winter Funeral, Roman is doing Lysistrata 2000, and we’re both doing West Side Story, so-“

“Oh, okay.”

Dorian was always a terrible liar. Or maybe it was just that Patton knew his brother too well.

“I’m joking! Of course you’re coming!”

Their mom rolled her eyes and ruffled both their heads. “I’m going to rest. Behave, you two!”

And then they were alone. The tv was on, running the end cards of some show Dorian was probably watching earlier, but that was the only noise in the background.

Patton and Dorian were... alone.

“...you wanna bake a cake?”

“No.” The huge grin on Dorian’s face betrayed his word.

“Thought you might say so. Come on. I’ll let you crack the eggs.”

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The joy on Dorian’s face was something to be documented for the ages. Covered in cocoa powder and flower, his eyes sparkling, smiling and laughing all the while...

Sadly Patton didn’t feel nearly as energetic as he should’ve to match that. Dorian has done nothing right.

But there was no place to get mad at him. He’s only a baby. Only six years old. Patton can keep calm.

“Did I do good?”

Patton closed the oven door and set the timer, and then turned back to his brother. “Yes, kiddo. You did good. Now let’s go take a bath.”

“No!”

“Dorian, you look like a bag of brownie mix exploded on your face.” Dorian giggled again, the gap between his front teeth showing. “Let’s go to the bath.”

“But I don’t need to.”

“Do I have to call Logan?” Dorian shook his head. “So let’s go.”

“No!”

“Do you want to tell me about how nobody believes that you can speak English?”

“Yeah... but I can! I was born in New York!”

“No you weren’t.”

“Yes I was! You was too!”

“Dori... that’s not how this works. Remember? Just because I was born in New York doesn’t mean-“

“But I was! I really really was!”

“Let’s go to the bath, duckie.”

“No!”

Okay, now Patton was ready to give up. Thankfully... there were thirty five minutes left.

“I’ll make you a deal. You come with me to the bath-“

“No!”

“-and then we can watch any movie you want.”

“...can we watch Lilo and Stitch?”

“Of course. Who do you think I am?”

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‘🌟PRINCEY🌟 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: may i guess what book you took that recipe from?’

‘Lolo 💙💙 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: Three kilos of butter, four of chocolate, ten of sugar and a tbsp of flour perhaps?’

‘WHY DO YOU TWO HATE BAKING SO MUCH!!!!!!! ROMAN!!!!!!!!! STOP!!!!!!! Lolo you stay I love you ❤️❤️’

A picture of the smiling Dorian from earlier was taken and sent to the group chat right before Patton made Dorian get in the bath. So now Dorian was clean and just wanted to play with his rubber duckies for “another five minutes” (that was five minutes ago). So Patton texted his friends.

Because why not.

‘My Dark Strange Son 😈💜 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: we dont but ur using a carine goren recipe’

‘Believe it or not, this time I didn’t!’

“You’re ready to get out now? We need to check on the cake.” Dorian turned wide eyes to Patton. “Come on, Dori-”

“No! Five more minutes!”

“You said that five minutes ago.” Dorian made a face. How... not typical, just... “Please? Don’t you want to watch Lilo and Stitch?”

“I do.”

“So come on.”

“Five more minutes!”

‘Lolo 💙💙 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: Honeybee, can I come over today? My dad made compote.’

‘Nope! You can’t run away from your problems like that, sweetie!’

‘🌟PRINCEY🌟 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: did you run out of crofters, microsoft nerd?’

“Okay, you’re getting out.”

“No!”

“I’m going to check on the cake and you have to get out.”

“...I don’t like you.”

Yes. That was a lie. But it still stung something in Patton’s heart. As Dorian stood up and removed the plug, Patton lifted him out, making sure that he was standing stable before wrapping him in a towel.

“Now, wanna be a burrito?” Dorian nodded. “So you go to your room and you get dressed, and I’m going to check on the cake, and if I come back up and you’re still not dressed, no Lilo and Stitch. Understood?” He nodded again.

What a liar.

Patton chased his brother to his room and then went down to the kitchen, to check on the cake. The boys kept spamming the group chat.

There were five minutes left.

‘Hey Madame, aren’t you tired?’

‘🌟PRINCEY🌟 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: SO TIRED UVE NO IDEA UR THE GRIM REAPER STFU’

‘My Dark Strange Son 😈💜 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: im gonna have to ask for background cause PAT WTF YOURE THE GRIM REAPER WTAF’

‘You’re gonna have to wait and see now wouldn’t you?’

When Dorian ran downstairs, fully dressed, and the timer went off, Patton realized he was spacing out for five minutes. Probably from how tired he was.

Well, time to check the cake.

“You know I started screaming yesterday?” Dorian looked confused. “You remember I get panic attacks?”

“Yeah...”

“I had one yesterday. And it was scary.”

Very few crumbles on the toothpick. Good. Time to take it out.

“But... but why?”

“Because rehearsals are kinda scary, Dori.” It started raining outside... what news. Patton quickly took out the cake pans out of the oven and turned it off. “And they take a lot of time and doing.”

“Oh. Well, I don’t like it! I love you too much!”

“I love you too, duckie.”

And for a bit, just a bit, everything was okay with the world. For now.

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Tag list:

@broadwaytheanimatedseries @illmamnim @royal-raccoon @jokesequaljoker

[ofcosima]

✗ ┈ oh my gosh, no way that DUA LIPA just walked passed us ! what ? no, that was definitely SORCHA KRAVITZ.  you know, the NINETEEN year old SENIOR at MBHS. SHE has the rep as being the ACTIVIST and it makes a lot of sense. anyone who is FERVID & ALLOCENTRIC, but also TURBULENT & FICKLE deserves that title. for senior superlatives they won MOST LIKELY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD and captioned the song LINK IN BIO - DIET CIG under their yearbook photo. hopefully their dreams to TRAVEL THE WORLD come true after graduation and it’s a good last year in MOON BAY !

hi henlo world !! i’m so fuckin’ pumped to be here ?? kisses & hugs to our lovely admin for bein the goat !! okay so,,, i’m actually not here ?? 1 pm est, and im probably working on my introduction to drama final on monday,, but anyway ! i’ll be here in 1 hour or so,, and smother y’all with my dms ok ? lets move to my precious baby,  sorcha !!

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *matthew mcconaughey voice* alright alright alright !! i’m gonna try to keep this short,, but i can feel the word vomit,, its so close... u all gonna choke im sorry thats disgusting anyway lmao. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ staying tru to leo baby dua’s origins, kravitz family moved from kosovo to moonbay when sorcha was five. she’s part kosovan, british and irish !! thing about the kravitz’s that they were so typical. like...,, mom quitting work to raise sorcha, dad @ work from 9 am to 5 pm. everything was simple. a smol house, a few toys to play with,, a wii as a new years present ?? honestly , sorcha never minded the apparent differences of income between her peers & her ! she loved how,, real it felt? they had game nights on every thursday, and movie nights on monday to blow off some steam ! she didn’t even hear one single argument ,, except when mom became too invested in monopoly & accused dad of stealing from the bank, like,  each time they played lmao. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ they never talked much about dad’s work, or what mom did before they left kosovo. the past was a locked box,, and sorcha didn’t mind it ?

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ growing up, she was a hard one to contain. she would throw awful, awful tantrums,, but then feel extremely sorry ?? like she would be this terrible kid, then cry for ten hours straight in her bed because she made people upset. she would leave smol notes on moms bed,, like never actually apologising, but always showing how much she felt bad ?? a real tempest tbh. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ had the potential to be the best, but never tried ?? mom ( rina ) ‘s attempts on pushing her to be more competitive always fell short,, sorcha saying she didn’t want her friends to feel bad for losing ?? wtf you lil puppy ?? 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ she was ( still is, but now on different topics ) extremely vocal ?? like to the age of ten,, if she didn’t like something......,, you would know that. if she had a crush on you,, you would know,, because she would tell exactly that ? teacher being a nasty prick ? ? sorcha, ,, thrownin hands,, directly discussin’ the matter like she was a fucking thirty year old lmao.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ around fourteen, mom started workin again, along side papa !! tbh sorcha lo v e d havin the house to herself, because now both mom & dad were working late ,, the rebellious side had no one to restrict her,, yasss bish. she usually spent nights watching criminal minds , law & order : svu , ncis ,, or talking to strangers on platforms like tumblr & twitter. she thinks she grew up mentally a lot during this time, because she got to hear stories of ppl she doesn’t even really know ?? and she got v invested too. a caring babe. always focused on others,, she would occasionally have her friends over , and attend every party moonbay offered. ya gurl lo v e s parties ok

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ so fifteen was hella differen t ?? mainly because.....,, they moved to a huge ass mansion, ,closer to the beach. everything felt so freaking surreal ?? kravitz’s hired a help for the house, got a brand new car for sorcha,, basically made $$$ rain down on her. hella suspicious. so she started to get v passive aggressive toward mom mama and papa ?? snarky comments here and there,, refusing to participate in family activities,, heading out when dad strictly forbids her ?? a tru rebel with a halfass cause.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ this whole emo™ phase gave birth to her label, the activist !! like i mentioned,, she never had any trouble with expressing her opinions,, playin the devils advocate,, this time,,, she gradually started to take it more seriously ?? like as she became less and less interested in mom and dads secret money fountain,, sorcha found herself in problems bigger than her own !! only obstacle was,,, again,, herself

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ her fickle nature never allowed herself to be stay tru 2 one cause, , always finding something brand new to fight for. she had so much on her mind 100 % of the time, and she didn’t know how to silence the voices ?? often failing to express her intense feelings,,  her turbulent side created chaos ,, being sent to the principles office more than twice,, thus she started playing football to channel her inner rage but ooppss, it doesnt work lmao.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ so eighteen,, and she basically accidentally discovered the secret ?? turns out mom & dad used to work for a corrupt ceo back in hometown, and now doing something similar to money laundering for him. ngl this was the last straw for her. like. she is trying to be a decent human being,, make a change? ? run for presidency ?? save the whales ?? smash the patriarchy  ?? and this is her family ? ?this is why she has a chanel bag ? ? u gotta be kidding me

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ SO. i wanna add that she has never had a boy / girl friend, my bi bunny is too invested in the negativity that she just... never tried ?? like,, she is pretty, and she knows she is,, but no one made a move on her. probably because she was super committed in being everyones friend ?? you have a problem ?? come 2 sorcha,, she gonna be the shoulder u can cry on. she has a problem ?? gonna avoid it until it snowballs,,, on relationships shes like whatevers dude im c hill™ and is actually content with it because means she won’t face rejection or betrayal ever :)) but lowkey not content but no one will know bc i lov bottling up !!

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ kinda life of the party ?? but also studious? ? she knows she needs good grades to make her dreams come tru, but also cant bite her freakin tongue and stop from gettin in trouble. stfu sorcha. i need her partner in crime,, because this ho is always,, in t r o u ble

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ daddy raised no bitch :) a fuqing tough cookie :)) if u mess with her friends,, you gonna catch these hands,, real hard

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ooks like she has everything under control,, in reality,, heres a list of them :

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ actually, , ,people may think she doesn’t care at all ? ?except for like,, feminism,, animals,,  , like she has it so good that she doesnt even need to try anymore lmfao no..... baby is a ball of anxiety ,,, died a lil when people chose her for “most likely to take over the world” ,, like... ,, pls dont

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ anyway. she is planning on taking a gap year after graduation because honestly,, she needs a break ok.

[therealhorror]

I'm currently a fifth of the way through my NaNoWriMo fanfic and I'm kinda proud of it even though i had to awkwardly write a smut scene just now and it was actually the longest chapter

[ironjohnred]

Mystery

h/t @trp gurus 

Most people are like an open book, constantly babbling about: hobbies, their job, who they hangout with, what they do on the weekends, information they gleaned from a YouTube video, thirty second long snapchat stories. They are always brimming with advice that no one asked for.

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After asking a few leading questions this individual will divulge enough of his life story that you can paint a picture of him as a boring, basic, common man. Once this individual is figured out and categorized by your brain there is nothing left to learn about him and your brain is bored by him. Your brain now imagines him spending his time on the weekend playing xbox and jerking off.  

Your brain likes to fill in the gaps where it has no information, it has fun doing this. Given little information (and thoughtfully dropped breadcrumbs) our brains will generally paint a much grander and greater picture of what actually happened. When we have the full story our brain suddenly gets bored and gives up trying to figure it out.

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When you first meet a girl your “mystery scale” is at an all time high. You know you’re a basic fucking dude but she doesn’t. You look her in the eye and say “hey”, she likes what she sees and immediately she begins imagining you doing cool things: Going to foreign locations ,making money ,living dangerously on edge, fucking other woman etc.

Then you proceed to slaughter her fantasy by telling her every little fucking detail of your life

“I work at X”

“I hangout with X”

“I Do X on the weekends”

“I Traveled to X last year to do X”

With every bit of information you divulge your mystery scale takes a blow. Her smile begins to waver as her brain is now painting a picture of you as the average guy you really are.

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With a flick of a switch she suddenly has you all figured out. Her brains image of you is now grounded in reality. An hour ago you were inscrutable but now she realizes she met someone just like you last week. She just moves on to the next guy she imagines has it cooking (he probably doesn’t, no guy can live up to a female created fantasy)

A fantasy can be killed in one conversation if you really know the Right Wrong things to say.

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Never let someone “figure you out”

Thought experiment: Think about how a Janitor spends his weekend vs. how James Bond spends his weekend

Imagine the things each of them are doing

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You probably imagine the janitor doing nothing fun, probably paying bills in his small home.

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You probably imagine bond racing some cool as fuck car, shooting guns in a suit, and taking the girl home.

Imagine the power you would have if you could instill in her a mental image the likes of James Bond. She would always believe you were up to something totally cool and the fuel for this image is simply the tidbits of information you throw her.

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So now that we understand the concept of mystery and attraction how can you leverage it to you’re advantage

1.Shut the fuck up and listen

Most blue pill guys are going to meet a woman and begin qualifying themselves to her. Just imagine for a minute that you flip the table and get her to begin qualifying herself to you.

You remain at peak mystery and now she is giving you valuable information that you can leverage later on in the evening.

How do you do this? Begin asking her leading questions.

“What do you do”

“What do you like”

“How do you spend your time”

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let her ramble on about herself while you kick back and observe the situation at hand

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Bonus points if you don’t even ask her questions and she just begins telling you want you want to know for free. More bonus points if she begins qualifying herself!

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She will begin divulging her mystery while you keep yours intact.

2.Indirect and vague

In General the questions you ask will be flipped back on you (This is how conversations work) so expect to answer your own question; if she is not self obsessed and can’t stop talking about herself that is.

The key to answering a question and not killing the mystery it is to remain indirect and vague with you’re answers.

Ex.

Her: “what are we going to do tonight”

RP You: “Show up at eight and find out”

BP You: “ we are going to be going to X, and then maybe to X, and then back to my apartment”

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Her: “how often do you go here”

RP You: “occasionally”

BP You: “I come here every Friday and Saturday, Im friends with all the staff and they know me very well”

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Her: “How do you know all these people”

RP You: “I get around”

BP You: “I did school announcements in high school and people we’re used to hearing my name over the intercom every day”

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tell her much less then necessary, leave her with unanswered questions so she can fill in the answers

3.Bread crumbs

Discretely drop details about your life that create more questions then answers.

Her: “you want to hangout tonight”

RP You: “can’t I’m in the city”

Her brain: Why is he in the city? What could he possibly be doing without me?? I wonder who he is with, he is probably with other hot girls.

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Ever see a guy with a Rolex or a status symbol he has like a Porsche or Ferrari?

We like these items because it starts our brain on a rationalization obstacle coarse to try to figure out: what he does, who he is, and what is he doing here.

Status symbols open up a box of unanswered questions that’s why girls flock to the guy with the Porsche (to figure him out) not the guy with Subaru.  

Drop tidbits of information that produce many questions and then withhold the answers, this is peak mystery!

4. Effortless

Don’t talk about how many hours you studied for the grade.

how many hours you “grind” in the gym to look this way.

Don’t talk about how much effort went into your PowerPoint presentation.

No one fucking cares how much effort you put in, they only care about the results.

You know that you worked hard, but to other people make it appear as if it was effortless. When it appears that everything is effortless to you, people will begin attributing you positive quality’s and an air of mystery and heightened skill.

Everyone will think “Why is he so good at that if he never practices, he must be a natural ”

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Her: “wow, how often do you go to the gym??:)”

RP You: “occasionally”

BP You: “every day I do 15 minutes of HIIT cardio, followed up by two hours of grueling 5x5 strong lifts. And I haven’t even gotten to my diet yet”

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Reminder, the girl doesn’t fucking care

5.Don’t Give unsolicited advice

If someone doesn’t ask you for help or an opinion, don’t give it.

Generally people don’t give a fuck what you think and they will only resent you for knowing more on the subject then themselves.

You’re plate start talking to you about climate change and how bad it is for the earth but can’t properly explain the greenhouse effect?

Laugh to yourself, but let her think she knows all the answers. It would do you no good teaching her about the fucking green house effect on a ride to the bar.

From personal experience I agree 100%. My problem has always been living up to the fantasy. I've dated way more women than anyone should in their lifetime and it's always the same. Most of the time I'm not really interested in the girl, but when I am I take them out, give them great conversation, they have the most fun they've ever had, but eventually they realize that the fantasy is not real. That I don't check every box. I've always likened it to Dorothy seeing the wizard behind the curtain. They don't want to know that I'm an atheist. They don't want to know that I have nuanced opinions about shit. They're almost never looking to be intellectually stimulated, they're just checking to see what boxes you tick.

I've always had the attitude like I know I'm better than 99.9% of guys so that's how I'll win out in the end. But that's all bullshit because we're not dealing in reality, we're dealing with people's perceptions. Ultimately it's just better to shut the fuck up.

Just STFU. Effortlessness, indirectness, vagueness comes naturally but its ironic that STFUing is the hardest part to 'master' which should be the easiest. Restraint only will put you in the top 20% if not more than that.

The artful non answer is an underused option outside of politics and PR people.

Done properly it cultivates mystery and allows for the hamster to run away with its own ideas. Female fantasy is often so over the top that actually competing with it is impossible, but why compete when a smart non answer lets her make the mental leap herself?

Being asked a question you don't care for? Non answer. By someone you don't care for? Non answer. The answer too mundane? Non answer.

The list goes on but almost any situation where it doesn't explicitly benefit you is a time to consider the application of the non answer.

Its not the most beginner friendly option as it requires social calibration to get tone and frequency right. Used properly though it has many many uses.