#but i think it turned out decent in the end

[the-barefoot-hatter]

#copied from prev:#harry potter was not a covert attempt to brainwash children into fascism#they're very milquetoast 1990s british liberal#she used to fucking hate the tories#and yes there WERE some tells in her books that she had ye olde unexamined biases

#but in the wake of her going off the deep end people have twisted that into#''she was always a hateful bigot and hp was actually a nefarious attempt to corrupt children into sharing her bigotry''

#and like#no#she was once a well-meaning fairly progressive normie who just didn't think too hard about her own background assumptions about the world#and then she got famous and then she got older and she got radicalized by people who targeted her on purpose because she had#enough money and cultural caché to turn into real influence

#and she was completely unprepared to defend her worldview from people who were telling her that her knee-jerk reaction was always right#and anyone who said otherwise was not only a jerk but also a dangerous villain who wanted to hurt her and other innocent women and girls

#and y'all are not nearly as immune to those tactics as a lot of you think you are

#fuck the ghoul that jkr has become but the story of how she got here is not the story of a crypto-fascist who made it into mainstream#it is the cautionary tale of a normal decent person who fell down a bad rabbithole and got swallowed up by a hate movement

#re-writing history so you can pretend she was always evil won't protect you from sharing her fate

#you have to put in the effort to interrogate your own biases and your own knee-jerk disgust reactions#you have to take a minute every so often to step back and CHECK if you have ended up in an echo chamber bubble and touch grass a little

#because radicalization doesn't happen overnight and it can happen to any of us#it's very easy to let yourself believe that you're Correct and anyone who disagrees with you is Obviously Evil

#you have to force yourself to double-check that notion from time to time and to hang onto EXACTLY what it is that makes the other side wron#you can't just say ''well they're conservatives so obviously they're evil'' because that is how you wind up at ''these men are hurting youn#''girls by PRETENDING to be women in order to take advantage of the protections feminists have spent decades fighting for! and we shouldn't#''even be surprised really - men are awful after all. all they do is TAKE from women and PREY ON young girls. we all know this from our own#''bad experiences with men. and we were right to hate them for it! you see!!'' and whoops now you're a fucking terf

#it's easy it's so easy it's so fucking easy and i promise you i PROMISE you there is a hate group out there who has your fucking number#no matter how good and progressive and leftist you think you are there is SOMETHING that could radicalize you into hate if you let it#there is an argument about how certain people are Just Fundamentally Evil that would appeal to you and make sense to you

ok im going to #seriouspost for a second here. I don't think Harry Potter is a manifesto. I think it was a flawed passion project that millennials latched onto because of the fantasy of sticking it to their mean teachers and arbitrarily categorizing themselves (hogwarts houses; it's the thinking millennial's astrology). I think the fact that the series got popular when and how it did was very much a product of its time.

I don't think Harry Potter is the biggest symbol of JKR's bigotry. I think the most flagrant sign of that was how she responded to critics. I watched her become radicalized in real time. I watched how she doubled down on her racism when she was called out for the ways she promoted her tragically mid fantastic beasts movies. I watched her chase marginalized teenagers with a double digit follower count off of twitter for daring to criticize her thought process, and no one with any kind of power standing against her because she was the one who was paying them. This isn't to say Harry Potter is without flaws. This is to say she really didn't give a shit about that. Getting rich and powerful is a hell of a drug, and she had enough sycophants that she had no reason to care about what her critics were saying.

She was convinced that she was a martyr; a voice for the unheard; a leader for the ages, so of course her detractors were the bad guys. And I think we should take this to heart. We should see this as an example of how easy it is to get radicalized; if you think of yourself as a paragon of virtue, you are going to think that whatever you see as good and right is an objective fact. Most people don't know this, but the majority of terfs start out as trans allies. You are not immune to propaganda! You are not immune to falling into dangerous ideologies!!!

This is why the most important thing you can do as an activist is to listen. Do NOT think you're above being wrong; do NOT develop a god complex; do NOT form an identity out of being right all the time. Involve yourselves in the groups you claim to speak for. Listen to trans women; share resources that help trans women; familiarize yourself with the diversity of experiences that trans people have and the struggles they face.

No, none of you are as bad as JKR because you don't have her money or her power. You will likely never have the capacity for harm she does. But check yourselves. Do not affirm yourselves into thinking you always have the moral high ground. Watch yourselves; humble yourselves; check yourselves for signs of cult behavior and internalized prejudice. You are always learning. You will always be learning. Do not allow yourselves to get a power trip from brushing off marginalized voices.

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epilogue l fc43

epilogue for we can't be friends💘: in which you are coparenting with franco while he's still trying everything to prove his love for you

part one, part two

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[asapeveryday]

noctuary pt.1 - p.b + tlou au

noc·​tu·​ary ˈnäkchəˌwerē

: a collection of a single night's events, thoughts or dreams

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pairing: Paige Bueckers x reader, slight Paige Bueckers x Ellie Williams in future maybe idk yet but just for plot purposes

AU: The Last of Us 2 x Wbb crossover

warnings: Graphic descriptions of injury, blood. brief mention of assault, cannibalism. more juicy stuff in later chapters probs

synopsis: you meet her on the brink of giving up. she’s suspicious, too nice, too charismatic. she should be a psychopath, or some sort of cult recruiter, but instead she’s enamouring. you’ve got nowhere to go, she’s eager to have nobody to be.

notes: I intend on making this a short series because I’m honestly obsessed w this crossover. also you don’t really have to know much about tlou to enjoy this, it works from a basic zombie apocalypse perspective too honestly!

also what wbb players would we want to see appearing in this story in the future?

You’re running—trying to run.

It hurts, it burns so bad, like you’ve been bathed in acid from the calf down. It’s dull pulsing that’s built up with every drag of your foot through the rough gravel roads.

You’re whimpering with every limp, lips bitten raw, face coated with sweat and grime. You can hear the faint clicking behind you, to your left and off somewhere farther to your right.

You’ve been following this trail for ages, bag on your back weighing heavy, trying to outrun clicker after clicker. No matter the turn, they just keep coming.

And it’s starting to look like this might be it for you.

It wasn’t meant to end up this way. It should’ve been a decent job—not easy, but something you could handle. Deliver the product, collect the payment, make it back alive, keep half.

But you’d been sold out, given a wrong location, led to your slaughter.

“Fuck,” you cry, saliva flying from your lips, “oh, fuck.”

You’re aching all over now, shivering with fear. Your heart is hammering like a strong baseline, shaking your very core.

This is it, this is how you’re going to die. Alone, a bag full of goods that nobody will every get to use, pockets empty.

You’ll be mauled right here, on this barren road.

Infected.

Turned.

You turn to look at your leg, the state of it. Skin peeled back, flesh running ruby red, blaring danger, death, the end. The sight makes you want to vomit. You stumble, hitting the ground hard. Your elbows are covered in gravel, it gets in your wound, mixes with your blood.

You can see them clearly now. Inhuman, monstrous things you’ve managed to avoid since birth, one way or another. None of it matters now. It all amounts to nothing.

You hear the crunch of gravel behind you, but you don’t bother to turn and see what abomination is waiting for you. You don’t think you can stomach it, facing one head on, feeling it’s flesh-rotten breath on your skin before it tears into your soul.

You focus on the one ahead. Approaching. Five steps before you, four, three now.

The crunch behind you swings ‘round your side. You flit your eyes to the ground, where the blood from your leg mixes with the road. You don’t want to watch when it happens happen.

I’m gonna die, You think, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonn—

Beaten sneakers. Light purple, tied tight laces. Wide stance, heels facing you.

There’s the brief noise of something cutting the air.

You watch the ground as the clicker’s head hits the gravel.

The sound of slaughter fills the formerly quiet night. A crow caws from somewhere farther off, softly drowned beneath the squelches, and the sounds of metal flying through flesh.

And then the clicking is gone. And the movement stops.

The sneakers, now a little bloodier than before, turn around to face you.

Your slaughter doesn’t come.

You look up.

Powder blue irises, downturned, scrutinizing. Straight, dark lashes. Pale skin, dotted with rotten blood, blemishes, picked pores. Lips full, slightly parted.

She turns to the side for a second, checking her surroundings. You analyze high cheekbones, oily blonde hair pulled back tight into a ponytail. Her grey tank and cargo’s are spoiled with clicker guts. Sweat gleams on her skin, bloodied axe in hand.

She turns back to you, brows furrowed. Then she holds the axe out to your neck.

"You bit?" She asks, all business.

You shake your head no as best as you can without grazing the tip of the blade, heart hammering wildly.

"You're telling me that," her gaze dips down to your leg, "isn't a bite?"

"S-" You manage to croak, wincing as your throat sears, "saw."

"Saw?" She raises a brow. "It's from a saw?"

You nod. She takes a step back to survey the wound. Whatever it is that she sees, she's satisfied with.

“Get up.”

Her words sound like they’re underwater.

She looks around again, making sure it’s safe, before dropping to your level. Her legs bend into a crouch, one hand on her knee while the other grips the axe with a ready ferocity.

“I said, get up.”

Finally her words register. You stir, shifting your weight forward to pull yourself up, before a wave of exhaustion and pain washes over you. She notices your wince, the struggle.

She frowns. You can see she feels inconvenienced by you.

But she doesn’t leave.

“Give me the bag.” She says, jutting her head to motion to your back pack.

Now it’s your turn to furrow your brows. You can’t say much, the words catch in your throat. You manage to back up enough for her to get the hint, hands possessively flying back to grasp the rough material that you almost died for.

“It’ll slow you down.” She says evenly. “Pick. Either you leave it or I carry it for you.”

You weigh your options.

“Or,” she licks her lips, “I leave you here alone and keep it for myself.”

You hold her frigid stare for as long as you can before you realize she won’t budge on this. Slowly, you remove your arms from the straps of your backpack, and attempt to get up.

She springs back to her full height, stepping around you to grab the knapsack and swing it over one shoulder while her own is on the other.

“Jesus Christ, what the hell is in this?” She curses.

You shakily rise from the road, gravel stuck to whatever exposed skin hit it earlier. Silent.

“C’mon.” She side glances you, taking a few steps forward. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you talkin’ in no time.”

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The walk is difficult.

The night is high now, and it's a struggle to keep your eyes open. You try your best sheerly out of the fear that if you let them shut, they may never open again.

She doesn't offer a hand, not an ounce of support. She just watches, eyes wide and frosted around the edges.

Her biceps pop against the moonlight as she shoulders two backpacks with ease, walking ahead of you. Just enough to lead while she can still see you.

You get the feeling that if she felt it was best to help you, she would. Her gaze isn't judging—moreso analyzing. Testing you.

You realize this walk is a test.

Under her dissecting stare, you can’t help but wonder for what?

"Little longer." She hums from ahead, smile barely grazing her lips. "Almost there, soldier."

You take it that if this is a test, you're not doing too bad.

So, you keep pushing. Your left leg is practically dragging now, heavy like baggage on your body. The gravel is damper here, you can feel it in the noises under your feet.

The girl stops walking, turning to face you. You're heaving now, throat dry and lips cracked to the point of bleeding. You haven't had water since this morning, and a lot has happened since then.

She surveys your state, brows furrowed in thought. She zeros in on your raspy breathing, your dirt-caked hair and bloodied calf.

"C’mon." She turns away, her voice a little softer now. You trail behind her as she breaks from the gravel road and steps into the surrounding fields of tall grass and cattails.

Mud squelches from beneath you when you realize you're at the foot of a pond.

The blonde takes off both backpacks, throwng them to the ground before kneeling by the edge of the pond. She unzips her own bag, retrieving a cloth from the big pocket and dipping it in the water.

Then she looks up at you, her blue eyes slightly warm, before cocking her head, gesturing for you to sit.

Cautiously, you obey.

The night is quiet with the exception of rippling water and crickets hidden in the cattails. You try not to whimper when she peels the remainders of your shredded pants from your left leg, and presses the wet cloth to your wound.

Her eyes watch closely at your reaction to every movement she makes.

It unnerves you, her attentiveness, her kindesss, of all things. It’s unlike anything you’ve experienced before. She cleans the gash off with such silent care that you’re entirely put off.

It doesn’t help that she keeps glancing up at you with those winter-light eyes, asking silent questions you’re too scared to answer.

"So," she begins, "what's in the bag?"

You send her the most pointed look you can muster.

"Aight.” She shrugs. “Secretive one, aren’t you.” She teases, reaching behind her to grab at your bag. In attempts to stop her you try to kick her with your un-injured leg. She catches your foot before it can even come close to hitting her, eyes wide with either amusement or warning.

"Easy." She hums.

It's quiet again after that. She puts more pressure on your leg, the cold water serving some relief to you. After a while the bleeding slows enough to leave the cloth draped over your injury, and you watch intently as she rummages through her backpack some more, before finally pulling out a flask.

"Prolly should've done this first." She snorts, opening the flask and taking a quick swig. Her face sours for a moment before the expression is gone, replaced by a lopsided smile.

"This is gonna burn bad." She looks at you. "But it's nothing you can't take."

When she pours the alcohol over your leg, it's like all hell has come down to personally punish you.

You can’t help but genuinely whimper when the alcohol touches your skin, the burning exemplified tenfold. Your hands fly to your leg, but the blonde grabs them in a tight grasp.

Her hands are calloused, large against yours. She entwines her fingers between your own, and you don’t even think to care. The pressure of her grasp is needed. When your hands leave here to grip her forearm, she doesn’t so much as flinch, even when your fingernails dig into her pale skin. She holds you tight till’ the burn subsides.

"I know," she mumbles, "I know it hurts, I know."

As you grip onto her flesh, she takes the time to ring out the now bloody cloth before soaking it in more lake water. It isntantly cools your skin when she gingerly places it on you again.

"I'm sorry. That's pretty much all I got." She sighs apologetically. "Wasn't expecting to run into any strays today."

You shoot her another look.

"Oh, you don't like that, huh?" She grins. "So what should I call you then?"

Her stare feels like two bullets through the back of your head. Startling, all too strong. You wet your lips in attempt to muster the ability to talk, but your throat is raw. You can feel scabs forming on the surface of your mouth.

Her eyes dip to your lips, then back again. She turns to rummage through the backpack again, and pulls out another flask, handing it to you.

"My bad." She mumbles.

You snatch it from her and unscrew the top, clumsily chugging from the flask with no shame. It’s like a beacon of light shining through your body, the water is lukewarm but clean and soothing. You don’t care that it dribbles down from the corner of your mouth as you hand the flask back to her.

Her face is amused, to say the least. Eyebrows raised, lips quirked upward. She takes it from you, fingertips brushing yours, and drinks the few drops you left behind. You watch as she licks her damp lips, and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“You gonna talk now?” She cocks her head.

“Not much to say.” You respond simply, holding her eye.

You can see the way her tongue pokes the inside of her cheek, obviously trying to be patient with you. “You think I’m gonna let you off the hook like that?” She says.

“Thank you for saving me.” You manage to bite out, shifting in your seat on the grassy bank by the lake. “I’ll be on my way soon.”

“Yeah, sure.” She snorts, and you feel a twinge of agitation in your gut. “Good luck, on that leg.”

“Okay…” your gaze hardens, “so what exactly do you want from me? Because I don’t have any valuables, and I’m a pretty shitty fuck.”

“I’m not gonna assault you.” She deadpans.

“Normal people don’t help other people out of the goodness of their heart.” You tut. “And they definitely don’t waste supplies on weaklings. So you must be a rapist. Or a cannibal. Or both.”

“I’m neither!” She groans, hand on her head. “I found you. Thought I’d give you a hand. And where I’m coming from, water and fucking dishrags barely count as supplies.” She bites.

“And where exactly do you come from?” You raise a brow. You note her clothes, which are fairly nice aside from the drying cordycept blood, and her backpack, which is grimey but un-frayed around the edges like most are these days.

“Could ask you the same thing.” She smiles, like she’s caught you in a trap. “I found you being chased by at least 3 clickers, heavy ass bag which you’re protecting with your life, and leg cut open with a fucking saw.”

She has you there. You’re both quiet.

Then she gets up, brushing her pants off before looking down at you.

“C’mon.” She clicks her tongue.

“I think I’m good from here. Thanks for the help again.” You mutter, briefly happy she’s leaving before she grabs your bag.

“Hey!” You jerk, stumbling on your feet to reach for it. Your leg sears again, and you wince, losing balance. Her hands reach out for you, steadying your body before you can even attempt to catch your fall.

“Easy, baby.” She laughs. “You’re right, you know. I’ve been too nice.”

“Huh?” Your eyes widen, stomach lurching at what that could mean.

“I’m taking your bag.” She hums. “You don’t want me to touch it, so obviously it’s worth having.”

“No.” You bite, frustration rising despite the fact that her bare arms are still holding you up. You let your fingernails dig into her skin, but her expression once again doesn’t change. “I fucking worked my ass off for that bag. You can’t take it.”

“I can.” She shrugs. “And I will. Only thing is, I’m gonna be nice again and give you the option to come with it.”

You blink.

“I want what’s in here.” She hums. “But I think you’re worth dragging back home with me.”

You blink again, slower this time.

“What?” You manage to get out.

She rolls her eyes. “You’re gonna repay me by coming back to my community.”

“Fuck no.” You bite.

“Fuck yes.” She smiles. “I’m putting you to work. I know for a fact it’ll be better than whatever shady shit you were doing before…getting your leg hacked off with a fucking saw, for Christ’s sake.”

You ponder. It’s not like you have anywhere to be, like you have a home to go back to. That was over, especially if you came back lighter than you left. The saw wouldn’t be the end of it.

But this could be worse, for all you know.

“You have good clothes.” You state.

“More than enough to go around.” She nods, glancing at your thin, sweat soaked t-shirt and bloody pants.

You glance at the arms that you’re grasping onto, and you squeeze at the curve of her biceps. “You have enough to eat.”

“Uh..” She trails off, watching the way your fingers curl around her muscles. She swallows, hard, before nodding. “Food isn’t a problem for us yet.”

“Us?”

“Us.” She nods. “There’s a few hundred, I’d say.”

“All contributing?” You ask.

“As best as they can.”

You loosen your grip on her arms, realizing you’re feeling her up.

“How long is the walk?”

“Long.” She bites her lip. “We’ll take breaks.”

You stare into her eyes again. Crystal blue bullets, pretty lashes, wide eyed mirth just waiting to seep out.

It's either that or die alone out here. All signs point to yes.

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Taglist:

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[mediocre-writing]

Don't run away from me | Ellie Williams

` synopsis: Y/n is having a breakdown because she's attracted to a girl, Ellie is having a breakdown because she met probably the most beautiful girl in the world.

pairing; Ellie Williams X Fem!Reader | Modern Au!

- Fluff, fluff and little angst (Y/n is having a lot of trouble accepting her sexuality.)

Notes: My first language is not English, sorry for any mistakes, After a long time I finally posted this lol

request taglist in the comments please

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PROLOGUE | NEXT

"Dina, why do we always have to go to Jesse's coffee shop? I know you really like him, but he's terrible at making coffee." Y/n says trying to warm her hands with the steam from her mouth.

"But he's great at other things." Dina says smiling and opening the door to the establishment.

"Disgusting."

The bell rings, and Y/n sighs as she enters the coffee shop, it was warm, cozy and had an irresistible smell of coffee and cappuccino.

"Look who I came to!" Jesse says, coming out from behind the counter and going straight to hug Dina.

"As if we don't always come for that horrible coffee of yours." Y/n says, putting her hands in her pocket as she watches the two hug.

"Rude." He says, letting go of Dina and going to hug Y/n who pushes him away laughing.

"Shut up and go make our coffees." Jesse rolls his eyes but smiles.

"The usual?" He asks walking backwards.

"You're the best Jesse." Dina says and Y/n scoffs.

"The best? Seriously?"

"Look friend, I think you've been very bitter lately." Dina says hugging Y/n.

"Maybe you're the one who's too soft." She says, taking the card out of her purse.

The cafeteria is not very crowded, but not very empty either, at this time of the morning it is usually busier.

"Here are your orders!" Jesse says placing the two glasses on the counter and taking the card from Y/n's hand.

"Is it decent?" Y/n says laughing and taking the glass.

"Funny, so how are things between you and John?"

"Oh, we don't talk anymore." Jesse looks at her in surprise.

"Really? I thought it would work, you two look so alike." Jesse looks between Y/n and Dina who nods in agreement.

"No... Not really, but thanks for introducing us Jesse." Y/n puts the card in her pants pocket and smiles at Jesse.

Jonh was a great friend of Jesse, he had a great interest in Y/n and so he finally convinced Jesse to introduce the two.

"Sure, well I have to get back to work, see you later?"

"Sure!" Dina responds immediately and Y/n rolls her eyes again.

"Unfortunately."

The two of them found themselves heading towards the cafeteria door.

"Is this like a courtship ?"

"Maybe it is, maybe not" Dina answers and Y/n smiles opening the door, but when the wind hits her glass, she smells a strong smell of cappuccino.

Y/n opens the lid and groans when she sees that Jesse had given her the wrong order.

"See, Dina, you distracted him, the order is wrong." She says, showing the cup to her friend.

"Where is your-" Dina is interrupted by a loud female voice.

"Damn Jesse, that's the third time you've messed up my order this week."

"I think we found where your order is." Dina says with a laugh.

"Your little boyfriend is not normal." Y/n says this going to the girl who is screaming at the counter and Dina follows her.

"Excuse me, I think your order is with me, I haven't even taken it yet so-" Y/n says nudging the redhead who has her back to her, ready to jump over that counter and hit Jesse.

She turns to face Y/n, and her face softens immediately, Y/n who has a friendly smile on her face feels something different in her chest when she sees the girl's face making the smile fall a little.

"Really? Well I... I already drank this, but I'm going to buy you another one." She says with a gentle voice now, and that smile she gave at the end.

holy shit, what the fuck is this?

"No, it's okay, you don't need to-" Y/n says awkwardly and the redhead shakes her head.

"No, I'll buy it, Jesse makes her another coffee." She says, turning to the boy with an angry expression, but turns to Y/n again with a gentle smile. "I'm Ellie."

"Y/n." She answers and Ellie repeats her name softly and Y/n thinks her name has never sounded so beautiful and-

HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!

Dina coughs and Y/n comes back to reality.

"Oh, this is my friend Dina." Ellie looks at Dina with a friendly smile.

"The reason Jesse won't shut up." This makes Dina's eyes widen with a happy smile on her face.

"What does he say about me? Please-"

"Here's your coffee!" Jesse says quickly making Y/n and Ellie smile and look at each other.

"Thanks for the coffee, but I think it's only fair to buy one for you too, this one must have gotten cold by now." Ellie smiles fondly and takes the cup from Y/n's hand.

Their fingers graze, and Y/n's heart is practically beating out of her mouth.

"No need, maybe next time."

Next time?

The two look at each other for a while, and Dina and Jesse look at each other with a knowing look.

"We should go, it was great meeting you Ellie, thanks again for the coffee." Y/n says looking at her feet feeling her cheeks hot.

"See you around." Ellie looks into Y/n's eyes, and wow

what beautiful eyes.

"Bye Ellie, see you later Jesse!" Dina says smiling and hugging Y/n by the shoulders.

The two leave the coffee shop in silence, and as they walk down the sidewalk, Dina looks at her friend with a mischievous smile.

"What was that?" Dina's voice brings the girl back to reality.

"What?" She asks looking at her friend.

"Were you listening to me? What world were you in?" Dina asks smiling.

In a world with green eyes, red hair, beautiful freckles and-

"No, think about guys Y/n! Guys, guys, guys!"

"I was just thinking."

"Thinking about that girl back there? Ellie isn't it?" This makes Y/n feel her cheeks heat up.

"You're delusional, you know I only like men Dina." Dina looks at her with a frown.

"Really?" Dina asks, not convinced at all.

"Yeah, John and I could have worked out." She says, taking a sip of his coffee.

My God Jesse, learn how to make coffee.

"And what went wrong?"

"He doesn't like Star Wars." This makes Dina stop in the street in disbelief.

"What?" Y/n stops too and sighs.

"He doesn't like Star Wars."

"No way you stopped talking to him because he doesn't like Star Wars, I didn't even know you liked Star Wars." Dina says, approaching her friend.

"Well, now I like it." Y/n says with a shrug and starts walking again.

"You know there's nothing wrong with liking girls, right?"

"No, now that I'm talking to my parents again." Dina looks at her confused.

"Your parents? What the-"

"Dina please." Y/n whimpers and the other girl sighs.

"Okay, but let's talk about this later."

Y/n takes another sip of her coffee and her mind goes back to the girl with green eyes.

What a beautiful smile she had, what did her hair smell like? And her perfume ?

For Y/n! Thinking of men, men, men!

[cherriies-snake]

But I like it!! ⋆˚꩜｡

PAIRING : Sam Monroe x Curly/Wayvy!reader

WORDS : 1.1 k.

WARNINGS : Reader insecure about her hair.

“Sunshine, do you believe in love at first curl? cause I’m hooked. Now, Sam truly believes that angels have curly hair."

Sam Monroe is your best friend, so it was no surprise that he was always at your house. Clearly, today wasn't the exception. You both had developed a strong bond since you had been friends since preschool.

Who would have thought that sharing half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the kid who forgot his lunch would be a great way to start a wonderful and unbreakable friendship?

Obviously, if you ask Sam, he wouldn't have any problem with breaking the friendship, you know, in that way.

You had just gotten out of the shower, so you were sitting at the vanity in your room, about to struggle to make your hair look decent for once in your life, without looking like one of those clowns that wear a giant rainbow wig.

All the products you always used to define your hair were scattered across the surface of the vanity, brushes, creams, mousse, gel, and even serum. All the products were open and kind of spilling from use since everything always ended up in a sticky mess, and you were too lazy to clean it up.

"Why do you have so much stuff for your hair? Looks like you're scared of going bald."

Sam asked with a smug smile from the comfort of your bed, which was something adorable to watch from your perspective because his black clothes made a huge contrast with your pastel colored sheets, not to mention your army of stuffed animals.

(Where there was also a cute Rilakkuma plushie that Sam had given you for your birthday.)

"You're also at a good age to avoid the receding hairline you might inherit."

You replied with the same sarcasm he always used with you, and you could see how his smug expression turned into a look of pure horror and panic as he dramatically ran his hands through his hair, looking for any possible bald spot.

"Don't ever mention that shit again, I don't want to have nightmares about bald patches on my head."

Hearing his comment, you couldn't help but laugh out loud. Oh, you would definitely remind him about it for the rest of his life.

"There are other alternatives, don't worry, you can always wear a wig, Sammy!"

He immediately rolled his eyes in response as he sat on the edge of your bed to watch better what you were doing.

"But seriously, what’s all that crap for? I never see you using all that."

He asked curiously from his new position.

He was right, you almost never defined your hair unless it was for an important occasion or something like that because you found your curls very annoying to manage.

This time was no different because Sam had told you that tomorrow both of you were going to take a walk on the beach and eat an ice cream, so you wanted your hair to look nice and not like you had just woken up.

Usually, you always styled your hair somehow without leaving it loose, that’s why you always ended up with a messy bun on your head and some loose strands, because you had the idea that when you wore your hair down, you looked like a walking bird’s nest.

"They're to define my curls."

You explained in simple words so he could understand, but you failed because Sam had a completely confused face.

"I mean, all these things help my hair look nice."

He simply nodded when he understood your point.

You started to divide your hair into small sections with clips, then you applied cream and gel and used the brush in a way that your curls formed naturally.

"Why do you almost never wear your hair down? Your messy buns don't look bad, but your loose curls are prettier."

Sam broke the silence with that comment, and he could feel how his ears and entire face turned red and heated instantly.

"Thanks Sam, that was something sweet to hear. The truth is, I don’t think I’ve fully accepted my hair yet, you know?"

Your relationship with your hair had always been complicated because you were coming out of a curl transition after years of chemical straightening in a desperate attempt to boost your self-esteem, but that just destroyed your hair.

However, now you were at an intermediate point about how you felt about your curls. It was more of a love-hate relationship.

It didn't help either that during those years, you had dated a boy that, under your spell of being in love, you thought was the one.

But Sam had never liked him for various reasons, but you always thought he was just being dramatic and jealous because you were spending less time with him.

But when your curls started showing again, that boy began to grow distant little by little and finally stopped talking to you, but not before saying a hurtful comment that stayed burned in your memory:

"You looked cleaner and prettier with straight hair, now it's like I'm dating a damn bird's nest."

When you told Sam what he said, it was like a pressure cooker exploded, his blood boiled completely. How could someone dare say such a thing to HIS GIRL? Okay, you weren't his yet, but you would be.

You literally had to stop him and beg him not to go and punch that guy.

"If you ask me, I like your hair the way it is. I mean, you basically look like an angel fallen from heaven."

Hearing his words, your cheeks instantly turned a deep crimson pink. Whenever Sam gave you a compliment, you could feel little butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You always tried to convince yourself it was because you weren't used to the compliments he gave you.

But deep down, you knew it was because feelings for him had bloomed inside your heart.

You just gave him a warm, submissive look because, as always, words seemed to get stuck in your throat.

You both stayed in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, looking at each other. Words weren't necessary at that moment, your gazes were more than enough to speak for both.

You slightly lowered your gaze to his lips they looked fluffy like a freshly sponge cake and pink like melting cotton candy, so fucking kissable. You thought.

And as if Sam could read your desires, finally leaving his fears behind, he lunged at you, pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours in a soft and warm kiss.

The kiss was full of passion, but without becoming sexual, it was simply your souls melting together in a kiss you both had been waiting for a long time.

After slowly pulling apart, gasping slightly for air, your foreheads rested together, and you both laughed warmly.

"I'm crazy about you, dumbass."

Sam finally said with a slightly nervous laugh.

"Me too, Sammy."

Who would have thought, after ignoring and bottling up the feelings you had developed for each other over the years, you finally confessed, starting a new stage together.

OMG, I FINALLY REACHED THE 1000 WORDS!!! CONGRATS TO ME 🥹🫶🏻

All of u are invited to a party 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

I love Sam with all my fucking heart man <3

TAGLIST: @anakinstwinklebunny @bxbyysstuff @sinisterminist3r

[kittyyclysm]

ok i have a bone to pick with these clothes (no actual spoilers just mentions of small things that happened in the ep)

I don't think Adrien should have this marketable design this far back. Personally I've always thought the reason Adrien has to wear the same thing everyday is because it's a "marketable" design so Gabriel makes him wear it. It makes him recognizable and iconic, and... apparently these multicolored stripes are the most marketable design Gabriel could come up with. But let's just pretend this is the case (since I could be wrong). Writing-wise, I don't think he should have started marketing Adrien as a model since he popped out of the womb.

It would be SO much more interesting and make a lot more sense if Gabriel only started this whole marketability stunt when his ideologies about fashion changed and we could slowly see this design take over Adrien's wardrobe. This 6-year-old shirt could have been a picture of how Gabriel used to treat Adrien and how Adrien used to actually be able to express himself, and it would've gone so well with the Papa Corn thing to show that Gabriel used to be a decent dad.

In Representation in Felix's little theatre-kid play, he described Gabriel's clothes as "clothes so magnificent that they revealed the beauty of anyone who wore them" (12:57). In that case, we can assume he has a fashion ideology similar to Marinette's: fashion is meant to let people express themselves. But we see that that ideology has changed in Pretension, when Gabriel and Marinette talk over pancakes... Gabriel says, "Life is like fashion. You think you have a choice but all you have is the illusion of choice, and I decide what choices are given to you. [...] Fashion is a product, a marketing strategy, an industry that relies on an uninterrupted trend renewal that forces you to either throw away everything you have and buy more or, worse, be out of fashion" (6:41). That last bit is after Marinette describes fashion as understanding people and creating things that will help them express themselves, which, again, seems to be the old ideology Gabriel had.

That being said, Gabriel's old clothes for Adrien should have reflected that ideology rather than totally... contradicting it??? Forcing him into that marketable clothing would have reflected his current ideology of fashion. Now, what pushed him to that new idea? I think that's probably when he wanted to start making more money. Specifically, I think he would have locked in on designing fashion as "a product" when Emilie started to get sick and he was going on all those trips to find cures. It couldn't have been cheap and it would make sense he would lock in for that... and we also know he wasn't a fashion millionaire before since, again in Felix's little play, we find out that he was still poor when he and Emilie married. He could have started corrupting the idea of fashion before Emilie started getting sick, but really I don't think that would happen for no reason unless Emilie had that same ideology. That's completely up in the air, though I doubt the show would go for that complex take of "Adrien's mom actually wasn't that great either" with its Marinette Mary Sue problem and all... I'm not sure what her ideology on fashion would be though, or if she even has a solid view of it. Anyway, I really think Gabriel would have only picked up on that ideology to make bank to try and save Emilie, and I think Adrien would be one of the last things he'd turn into a product since he's an extension of Emilie.

So yeah!! I think the shirt should have been different. A hint of the past where Gabriel treated Adrien as more of a kid instead of a product and those old ideologies he used to have, since one of the huge points of his character is that he used to be some normal, assumedly reasonable guy, but he went off the deep-end. It also would've went well with the Papa Corn bit. And it would have shown how his life was better with Emilie, even if it was something as subtle as wardrobe choice. AND (last and) given that little timeline of him having to lock in on designs in a desperate attempt to save his wife!!!

And likeeee... how cute would a matching frog onesie be????

rant over!!!

i have a lot more thoughts i have to post on the earlier series and even the current series but i may go back through and rewatch to give those!!! but these thoughts stand on their own so i decided to write it down

obligatory thank you to my roomie @baldisfan for getting me into mlb and watching this ep together 💞💞💞and for letting me yap this idea to her as she lets me yap all my ideas tehe

anyway would love 2 hear ur guys' thoughts on this too!!!

[matts-girlfriend]

It’s You I Welcome Death With- Chris Sturniolo

TattooArtist!Chris and MakeupArtist!Reader

chapter 8

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 warning this series will contain, substance abuse, angst, arguing,tension,swearing, mentions of absent family, blood, abuse (not from chris). smut, oral, this is a warning for all chapters

Ava had her headphones in, humming offbeat and unbothered as she scrolled through TikTok beside you, legs kicked up on the desk like she owned the place. You glanced over and nudged her foot with a half-hearted glare.

“Feet off, rat.”

She shot you a smug smile. “You love me.”

“Debatable.”

You leaned back in your spin chair, phone in hand, eyes glazing over as you scrolled through your emails and DMs—searching for a decent makeup gig that didn’t involve shitty lighting and influencers who thought blending was a government conspiracy.

You were tired. Still a little dazed. Still trying not to replay the events from two nights ago like some pornographic fever dream.

Chris. His mouth. The things he said.

The way he didn’t kiss you.

It was burned into your brain like a tattoo you hadn’t asked for.

You were about to give up the search entirely when you heard it—your name.

Not just spoken. Called.

“Y/N!”

You turned.

Ava followed your line of sight and gasped so dramatically it almost made you laugh.

Chris.

In all his tall, tatted, casually smug glory—hands in his hoodie pockets, curls messy, smirk already forming like he knew exactly what he was doing just by being here.

Ava turned to you with wide eyes and then immediately got up and walked toward him like a moth to a very hot, very blunt-smoking flame.

“You’re Chris,” she said, squinting at him like she was doing a full background check. “Like the Chris.”

He blinked. “I think so?”

“You’re the tattoo guy who won’t leave my sister alone.”

Chris laughed. Actually laughed.

You stayed sitting, watching this absolute fever dream unfold as Ava began interrogating him with more energy than she's had all day.

“Are you, like, her boyfriend or something?” she asked, chin tilted in challenge.

Chris shook his head, still smiling. “Nah. I think she’s allergic to boyfriends.”

“Good,” Ava said, satisfied. “She deserves someone cooler anyway.”

“I’m cool.”

“Name three reasons.”

Chris actually thought about it.

“I have good taste in shoes. I have good music taste. And,” he pointed at her with a raised brow, “I’m taking you both for ice cream because I’m bored and my brothers are fucking annoying.”

You crossed your arms. “You don’t have any friends?”

“Why do you think I’m here?” Chris replied, not missing a beat. “You’re my last option.”

You snorted. “Flattering.”

He grinned wider. “Come on, you’re already bored.”

And, honestly? He wasn’t wrong.

⸻

You, Chris, and Ava ended up at the sketchy-looking ice cream spot with the best reviews in town.

Ava and Chris were on another planet.

Bonding over Breaking Bad like it was their religion.

“Wait, you think Jesse was hotter than Walt?” Chris asked, scandalized as he took a spoon full of his ice cream. “He was literally dumb as fuck.”

“He was sweet!” Ava defended. “And tragic! You don’t understand. You’re too busy romanticizing trauma.”

You nearly choked on your spoon.

Chris tilted his head at her. “Okay, therapist.”

“You’re not denying it.”

He turned to you. “She’s evil.”

“She’s sixteen.”

“Exactly.”

You watched them like it was a movie. Ava all animated and passionate. Chris leaned in, actually listening, arguing back with a stupid grin.

The same mouth that made you a shaking mess just two nights ago… now covered in vanilla ice cream and arguing about character arcs with your little sister.

You weren’t sure whether to laugh or scream.

By the time he dropped you both back home, Ava was riding a sugar high and ranting about fan fics. God was she bold.

Chris parked and waited until she got out, turning the engine off but not unlocking your side.

You looked at him. “You’re kidnapping me?”

He ignored that. “Stay for a sec.”

You blinked, but didn’t move to get out. “Okay…”

He rubbed the back of his neck like he was unsure how to say it. “Nick and I were talking. Our brother Justin—he owns the shop out in Boston. He’s doing this bigger gig out there. Photoshoot, promo. Ink mag might be covering it.”

You raised a brow. “Okay…”

“He wants someone on set for makeup. And Nick said you were the only one who didn’t piss everyone off.”

You let out a soft laugh.

Chris looked at you fully now. “You’d be paid double. We already have hotel rooms booked, it’s two nights max. Me, Nick, Matt—we’re all going. You’d just be staying in the same hotel, not our room or anything.”

“Unless I ask nicely?” you joked.

Chris smirked. “Don’t tempt me.”

You bit your lip, debating it. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” he said. “Just figured… I don’t know, maybe you could use a little break.”

Something about the way he said that made your heart flutter.

You looked down at your lap for a beat, then nodded slowly. “Okay. Yeah. I’m in.”

Chris visibly relaxed. “Cool. I’ll text you the time.”

“You don’t have my number.”

“Then give it to me.”

You did.

And when you stepped out of his car and walked up to the front door, your heart was hammering all over again.

⸻

“Ava!” you yelled as you stepped through the front door, already kicking your shoes off. “Come here!”

She peeked her head out from the hallway. “Did we get robbed?”

You tossed your bag on the couch. “No. I got a job.”

She raised a brow. “And this is news why?”

“In Boston.”

Ava blinked. “Wait, what?”

You tried not to grin too hard. “Nick and Chris—well, technically their other brother Justin—owns a shop out there and they’re doing a photoshoot. They want me to be the makeup artist on set.”

Her eyes went wide. “Boston Boston? Like out-of-state Boston?”

You nodded. “They’re covering everything. Hotel, food, pay’s double.”

Her jaw dropped. “Oh my god—oh my god. You’re going on a road trip with him.”

You rolled your eyes. “And Nick. And Matt. It’s a gig.”

She ignored that entirely. “Do you have to kiss him this time? Like, for the sake of the story?”

You grabbed a pillow and tossed it at her head. “I’m going for work, kid.”

Ava caught the pillow, laughing. “So when do you leave?”

“Tomorrow morning,” you said, heading toward your room. “I should probably start packing.”

Ava followed behind, arms crossed and a sly smirk creeping across her face. “You’re so full of shit. You’re excited.”

You paused by your dresser, shooting her a look. “I’m excited to get out of here for a few days.”

“And maybe to see if Chris is gonna look at you like that again.”

You shoved open your drawer. “I’m gonna punch you.”

“You love me.”

You didn’t deny it.

And while Ava flopped onto your bed and started helping you pick outfits “just in case there’s a dinner or some mysterious hotel bar scene,” you tried not to think too hard about it.

You were going to Boston.

Without Ava.

With Chris.

And somehow, it didn’t terrify you like it should’ve.

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[endlessburningdarkness]

I just read leather and silk and it was really good!! Incredibly beautiful writing. I loved that Voldemort was being playful. You brought out his amusement in a light way which is so in character for him. While his amusement is always dark and sadistic, the way you wrote his moments were genuinely natural and smooth. It didn't feel like 'wannabe dark lord' or 'try hard manipulation'.

It's honestly pretty rare to see because many fics focus on his evilness and diregard his playful side. The moment I read that "ah" part, I smiled so hard because it was so fucking cute and I thought "oh, yes that is definitely Voldemort". His mocking is his deliberate and he's being silly about it. I loved it so much.

And Harry Harry Harry Harry!

He's so hot?? I'm obsessed with the way you write him! He's suffering and tired but he does his work. He's annoyed at Voldemort playing with him so he tasks him with menial work. But I can't wait see how he takes it up a notch. How intense is he truly going to be? I'm so curious to see Voldy crumble

AH! I'm so happy to hear Voldemort is in character! And thank you!!For reading, loving and sharing your thoughts about the fic. That's all a writer craves, this message put a big smile on my face. I could yap about characterisation forever...

Voldemort is difficult to write well and it's easier to making him an evil dom top daddy type who can't tolerate even a single glance wrong in his direction and does nothing that isn't pure calculation, but this often comes at the cost of his emotional intelligence, intellect and charisma/playfulness. And as you so correctly pointed out it comes across as juvenile, wanna be or tryhard. I dislike it immensely and am glad I managed to avoid that.

It's tricky to keep him suitably sadistic but not overboard... a lot of his sadistic thoughts come from him directly so to speak, I don't plan them, they arrive as I write and I am just as pleasantly surprised as you reader!

I wasn't expecting anyone to call him Voldemort cute but I'm gonna take that as a compliment. He likes to have fun, he likes to joke, he likes to play and if he can do it at the expense of someone else? even better! He isn't always super serious and it doesn't take away from his menace or danger if he plays with his food a little (or a lot!) because he is that confident he'll win in the end.

Thanks so much for giving sub Voldemort a try, I know that tag is probably putting off a whole bunch of people because it's considered ooc or impossible to write him in character as a sub, but I'm giving it a decent go and you engaging with it is making my day!

As for Harry, he is indeed suffering and he will be taking it up several notches in the upcoming chapters. My writing has been called intense many times before so I will be curious to know what you think as I (and Harry) turn up the heat. It will be slow going but very intense (I am throwing so many kinks in this thing you would not believe) as it will take a lot for Voldemort to truly submit, not to mention, the sweet and ever present danger of their identities being revealed...

Thanks so much again for sharing your thoughts, it's really motivating and I am so happy to hear you enjoyed my writing! It makes me feel all warm and gooey inside, I hope you'll enjoy the rest of the story and share your thoughts as it unfolds.

Link to Leather and Silk in case anyone else wants to read it.

[vamptarotscam]

The lion, the witch and the audacity of this bitch. (NEW EVIDENCE against @vamptarot) (PART 1)

I will provide some screenshots and a few extras as usual. Take your time to read this because it's simply flabbergasting. Get your tea ready. IT'S A LOT.

I had to divide it in two parts because there are only 30 images allowed per post.

You are genuinely such a piece of shit, @vamptarot. I am tired of being respectful on this account. You took advantage of another one of your clients and you thought they'd never mention it again? Hahahah. I don't think so.

SHORT INTRODUCTION BEFORE SHARING SCREENSHOT PROOF

This scamming twat and her audacity are something that need to be studied. In my other IMPORTANT post I mentioned how they scammed their client (https://www.tumblr.com/vamptarotscam/782090594830991360/i-got-more-proof-that-vamptarot-is-scamming). Turns out this is a pattern for @vamptarot. She takes advantage of kind, patient, understanding clients and steals their money, belittles them and takes them for idiots.

As @pisceantarot commented on the first post: "i'm completely flabbergasted by the immaturity, defensiveness, guilt tripping, and entitlement shown by the reader???? how can you go from "your comfort is my top priority!" to completely disregarding your client's (rightful) concerns?? especially when they paid you close to 100 dollars??? absolutely mind-boggling" and more importantly: "(also "terms and conditions" rules only apply when you're actually able to uphold your end of the bargain. no reading was delivered, vamptarot failed on their part, so the client had every right to get their money back.)".

SHE DID THE SAME THING AGAIN WITH A DIFFERENT CLIENT.

Let's summarize, shall we?

@vamptarot HAD THE AUDACITY TO DELIVER A READING HALF A YEAR LATER. YOU READ THAT RIGHT.

This client ordered a reading from @vamptarot on September 15, 2024. Guess when they received it? ON MARCH 7 2025.

AGAIN, THEY ORDERED A READING IN 2024 ONLY TO GET IN 2025. There are no excuses for @vamptarot's lies, gaslighting, belittling and scamming. None.

The scammer thought of another very smart tactic that no decent tarot reader would EVER use: sending previews (or better, breadcrumbing the client) weeks apart. Yes. She sent a measly first "preview" of her reading on November 25th, 2024, another shitty preview on FEBRUARY. AGAIN, FEBRUARY 20th, 2025. The full reading was finally delivered on March 7, 2025. Nearly SIX MONTHS late.

Throughout this time, the client was lied to repeatedly, promised fake delivery dates, gaslit, and mistreated.

I will let the screenshots speak for themselves and add my commentary.

I have compiled every relevant screenshot that the victim has sent me, every lie, every manipulative tactic. Enough is enough, @vamptarot. I will continue to stand up for people who were wronged by her.

THE CLIENT orders their reading on September 15, 2024 and details and a fake delivery date gets discussed:

2. The twat ghosts her client, the client enquiries about their reading on October 1st, 2024. Also I find it curious how her Internet connection disappears anytime she has to deliver a reading:

3. The client is actually understanding and sweet. The scammer realizes she gets to lie to them again.

4. THE LIES HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA "I promise they're automated, don't worry!" (they were not, the scammer kept checking her Tumblr account and replying to multiple users).

5. More lies and gaslighting. "I will send your reading in a few hours". Embarrassing, @vamptarot. Seriously. (October 11, 2024):

6. Guilt tripping the client into not asking about their reading again. @vamptarot got another very convenient emergency. The client asks for an update since the scammer ghosted them again. (October 15-October 19, 2024):

THIS IS WHERE IT GETS GOOD.

October 19-November 10th: the clients gets GHOSTED. @vamptarot goes afk. Comes up with new excuses for her gullible readers. HAS THE AUDACITY TO LIE AND SAY THAT SHE GOT BLIND, GOT INTO A CAR ACCIDENT (Again? Don't let this girl on the road please.)

YALL. WE'RE IN NOVEMBER. IT HAS BEEN MONTHS SINCE THE CLIENT PAID FOR THEIR READING.

THIS IS NOVEMBER 23RD, @vamptarot doesn't even offer a valid excuse beside the fact that she is not "home". SHE OFFERS A PREVIEW. LET ME REPEAT THAT AGAIN. A PREVIEW. LOL

The client starts to get frustrated but is still kind and naive enough to accept a preview. Notice how @vamptarot never mentioned offering a refund?

The client receives breadcrumbs, their preview. The scammer gets to scam another day. (The first preview gets sent on November 25th, 2024). Who even offers previews MONTHS after your client has paid for their reading?

NOW WE'RE IN DECEMBER. SPECIFICALLY DECEMBER 20TH.

The reading hasn't still been delivered. It has been months since @vamptarot has left to get milk from the store. No updates to the client of course, because why would you? I also liked how she admitted that the preview was rather "small". IJBOL.

Notice how smarty pants got ill again? Also, more fucking lies. "I can send the entire reading within 72 hours"🥺🥺🥺🥺

Guess if she ever sent her reading.

If you guessed that she didn't...you guessed right!

Now this is New Years yall. Our snake oil salesman @vamptarot is yet to deliver. She gets injured again, interesting. (All while ghosting the client, mind you).

@vamptarot GHOSTS THE CLIENT FOR ANOTHER MONTH, REPLIES AT THE END OF JANUARY. 30TH JANUARY 2025.

This shit is getting ridiculous.

"IF YOU NEED ANYTHING FOR THE INCONVENIENCE LET ME KNOW", how about their reading? AND SHE HAS THE AUDACITY TO OFFER A "DISCOUNT" HAHAHAHAHAHAH I LEGIT CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. Also, conveniently Outlook is giving her issues? Oh sweetie....... "It normally doesn't take so long"🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Client NATURALLY gets ghosted and lied to again. NO DELIVERY YET.

7. We're in fecking February here. (this timeline coincides with the other client story that I posted). Closer to March than February.

8. Me when my favourite hobby is lying: (More fake date deliveries and even a phantom delivery since the client didn't receive it!)

The client receives A FUCKING SECOND PREVIEW. Not the reading. The preview. On February 20th, 2025. It has been decades. The Earth has been destroyed, repopulated and destroyed again by this time.

Yall. She had the time to send previews MONTHS after the client paid. Not days, MONTHS. And she still didn't have time to complete their reading? Side eye.

This concludes part 1.

[memen18-m5r3]

wacky karaoke night!

[solaestial]

new kids in town 😳

(bonus ver without omori ui under the cut)

[faunandfloraas]

okay i'm glad to see you bring up the teasing of seungmin bc it was also rubbing me the wrong way but i didn't know if i was just being sensitive or what. obvs we don't know what goes on behind the scenes and obviously they all care about each other and tease each other as friends but when time after time the joke targeted towards seungmin is "we don't like him and he doesn't understand things" it's like. hm. it starts to feel mean spirited!!

sorry for the rant i guess i didn't realize how bad this was annoying me lmao

Yeah, tbf I think it's just one of those things where even if Seungmin is 100% unbothered by it, and the guys dont mean anything by it, its still fine and understandable for people who have ever been on the end of jokes like that- whether in your own friend groups or at school, at work, etc. to not really enjoy it.... So I don't think you're being sensitive! But also I did question even making my post last night for the same reason.

The jokes are also just not funny 90% of the time lately which makes it more egregious bc seeing any joke get beaten into the earth gets old eventually- like they do make jokes at his expense sometimes that /are/ funny, so I'm not saying they cant ever do that, it's just that the minute the jokes arent funny, well then its awkward at best or actively uncomfortable at worst so 🤷‍♀️

[monsterbisexual]

amanda + adam in saw (2004)

bonus:

[catncore]

thank goodness for the gossip that gets us through the day the twink composers are at it again

[bacchuschucklefuck]

i like that the power scaling in the worse manga AU goes a classmate → a biotech genius with four extra machine arms → a self-engineered "perfect life form" → a circus gymnast → a tour guide → a LARPer

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