#cannot beliebe that man actually said that. there's no fucking way

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debate this, debate that. if donald trump wants to talk so much about transgender aliens in prison he should watch star trek. every episode is like that he'd love it

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PODCAST TRANSCRIPT - Nona Janssens

Other podcast transcripts: Veerle Dejaeger, Nora Dari, Nona Janssens, Nathan Naenen This is one of the literal transcripts of the wtFOCK cast podcasts by Ender Scholtens (’Gossip Guy’). You can watch it on YouTube with my contributed English subtitles as well. I didn’t put in any of the sounds, movements, hesitations or laughter, just the plain dialogue. Heads up: they never or barely mention the show, because they’re not allowed to (contract restrictions)!

--- “Nona Janssens: Do Tinder relationships work?” ---

Source: Gossip Guy - 1st of May 2020 (Podcast via webcam)

Nona Janssens: Hello! Ender Scholtens: Hey! Everything okay? Nona: Yes, you? E: Excellent, even. Nona: Should I sit somewhere else? E: You really don't have to. But do you have earbuds with a good mic? There is a bit of an echo. Nona: I always lose everything, I lost all my earbuds. I have some, I'll try them. E: Suspense... Nona: No, doesn't work, right? E: It actually does. Shall we get started? There are a bunch of fun questions. Nona: Exciting! E: Really exciting, even. Alright. Waddup people, welcome to a new episode of 'Gossip Guy’ podcast. My name is Ender Scholtens and today I’m here with Nona Janssens. Waddup, Nona, everything alright? Nona: Hallo, yes, yes. And you? E: Certainly, I'm happy you're in the podcast. For the people who don’t know you, could you introduce yourself? Where could they know you from? Nona: I play in a tv series for young people, whose name I cannot say. E: And we're not gonna talk about today. Nona: Exciting. No, yeah. But I don't think you know me from something else. E: Yeah, okay. No. Cool. I guess it's good summary, indeed. Nona: Yeah. E: So, I asked the people on Insta for some questions about you- or rather, for you. Nona: I'm very curious... E: Yes, you thought we wouldn't get a lot of them? Nona: No! I was seriously thinking: people are going to laugh at me, when he doesn't receive any questions. E: There are *still* some laughing at you, though.  Nona: Ah, yeah. E: No, no, no! But why did you think that? Nona: Yeah, I don't know. No, I'm curious. I think- Yeah... I don't know which questions they would- E: The kind of questions they would ask you? Nona: No. E: Now, I received- Around 200 questions. A lot about topics we're not gonna discuss. The C-word... And a tv series... Nona: Yes. Yes. E: Anyways, someone asked - since you're clearly an actress: 'Did you get any drama education'? Nona: No.  E: No? Nona: I've always done 'Diction' at the music school and stuff like that. E: Ok, cool. Nona: And in high school, I studied Modern- I mean, General Education. There I could pick four optional hours of theatre per week. So I did that. But I never went a 'real' drama school. Even though, I was very much interested, I did choose a different 'direction'. Just to have certainty. Although, I want to act for real in the future. E: Okay, okay, cool, I get that. Which 'direction' did you study in high school? Nona: Human sciences. With cultural education as an option. E: Okay. And 'Diction & drama', I did that too. All through high school. Loved it.  Nona: That's fun, right? E: Yeah, had a blast! Nona: Yeah, it's nice. E: Do you have any hobbies beside that? Since I received questions about youth movements? I think some people of *your* youth movement asked me questions? Is that possible?  Nona: I don't know, tell me their names. E: I'm not going to. But you're in a youth movement? Nona: Yes, yes. I'm in the 'Chiro'. E: Okay. Apparently you're playing a 'De Mol' (= 'The Mole') game at the moment? Nona: Ah, yes, we're playing 'De Mol' right now. [A popular reality game tv show]. I've seen * and she wanted to know who my 'mole' was. E: Okay! Nona: I'm not... going to say that... That wouldn't be good... If I already revealed my 'mole'. E: Sounds very logical. Ah, here. Let's ask this question to be done with it, it's been asked a lot: 'Are you single?' Nona: No, no, I have- I have a partner. E: Okay. Is this something that can be revealed to the public, otherwise I'll cut this part out? Nona: Yeah, of course, that's totally okay. Doesn't matter that much. E: No, that's usually something I ask beforehand. But I forgot. Not everyone likes to talk about relationships. Which I get. Been with your boyfriend for a long time? Nona: Yes, almost two years now. E: Wow, solid! Cool. Nona: Great, huh? We're doing well, right? E: Yeah, you go! Fantastic! Here, other people who are interested in your hobbies: 'Did you ever dance?' Nona: Yes, I did. I've done a lot- a lot in my life. I did dance, Chiro... Now not much extra... E: Dance, Chiro, music school... Were you one of those kids in primary school, whose week was filled to the brim? Nona: Yes, indeed. I did some sports too. Yet, every two years, I got bored and changed to something else. E: I'm laughing, but I was exactly the same. I've done- What did I- Tennis, hockey, volleyball, golf. I did a lot. Nona: Same, every time something different. E: What's your favorite? The one you really loved doing? Nona: Dancing, I did the longest. Still love doing it. I don't really do it anymore in a fitness or something... Always been the most fun. But I did every sport you'd ever imagine. For example, horseback riding. After a few weeks, I thought 'no'. 'No thanks!' At least I tried it. Oh god... I don't even know why. I don't like horses anyways. Still... Wanted to do it. Probably since my friends did it. E: Just checking where the hype of typical 'horseback girls' came from? Nona: Exactly. Didn't get it! E: Honestly... I don't get it. In movies, it always looks so cool. A man on a horse. Yet, in real life? People laugh if you say: "I do horseback riding". Nona: A 'horseback girl'. E: Although, it's fucking cool in movies. At least I think so. Nona: I think so too. Yet, it's not my thing. E: Prince Charming on his white horse, must've said the same thing, right? "I'm going to my riding lessons". People laugh. Still, everyone wants a Prince Charming. Nona: Yes! E: You said you wanted to be- You didn't get any drama education, but you want to act in the future? Do you have international ambitions, something in foreign countries? Hollywood, for example? Is that the dream? Or do you want to stay in Belgium? Nona: I would be happy already if I ever succeeded in Belgium. E: Yeah, I thought- My question was all over the place. Since everyone would like to succeed here, right? Nona: Yes, but- I'm not that fluent in a lot of languages! Not my greatest strength. I might be able to do it, but then I'll probably keep thinking: 'Is this correct?' or 'How should I say this?' I would get sick due to stressing too much! So I don't know if that's in my future. E: And are there any productions in Belgium, where you thought: 'Cool, I want to act in that?' Because I- There have been recent movies like 'Patser' and all that. I was really impressed. 'That's from Belgium?! That's fucking cool! So good!' Nona: Yes... E: Has there been a recent project, where you wanted to say the same thing? 'Wow, that's really cool to join'? Nona: Yes, right now, for instance 'De Dag', 'De Twaalf', ... Those kind of shows are great. If I could play in a series like that, I would be super happy. Yeah, those things certainly interest me... Super fun. E: Funny coincidence, I've interviewed one of the actors of 'De Dag' - Nabil - for a new Netflix series. Nona: Really? E: Yeah. Honestly, I was a bit starstruck in the beginning. My first question was really... bleh! I stumbled over my words. I hope they'll edit it to make it seem more spontaneous. Exceptionally friendly dude, by the way! Seriously.  Nona: Yeah? E: Every time- That's- For example, we're seeing each other for the first time. We're 'meeting'. In a way. It's a risk every time. Because you don't know... How someone really is. You never know. You see an online persona, someone in a series, or whatever, it's always... Hard to tell... how they'll be in real life. Nona: Certainly in a- You know their character isn't real, but still, if you meet them in real life, you keep thinking that they'll be somewhat similar. E: That's- Nona: It is. E: Indeed, indeed. Nona: Weird, huh? Yes. E: Do you think it's difficult for a lot of actors? Like, for instance, Game Of Thrones. Have you seen that? I don't know if you did. But the actor playing King Joffrey, a boy who's gotten hate in the show from episode one, received a lot of hate *in real life* too. Nona: That's weird, huh? E: Do you think that happens a lot? Nona: With 'Thuis' too, if they do something in the soap, I've heard that they get verbally attacked on the street. I didn't get that. My character gets a lot of hate, but I haven't gotten any of that, fortunately. E: Not in real life? Nona: No, but it happens often, you know, people really think you're like that... I've struggled with it, though. That if I go somewhere, I want to show *even more* that I'm different from my character. E: Okay. So you're faking a personality right now? That you-  Nona: Oh, no! No, no, no, I'm not doing that. But yeah... E: I'm just joking. Nona: Imagine. No. E: I know that. Do you experience difficulties in separating the art from the artist? Not only acting, but music too? For example, 'Justin Bieber is awesome' and then every bit of his music is awesome? Or 'I don't really like that artist, so his music is bad'?  Nona: No... E: No? Nona: No, I don't have that... It's not because they put out a bad song... If they produce a bad song, even if it's a good artist, I'll still say it. Then, then... Yeah... E: No, okay, alright. Are you a 'Belieber', by the way? Nona: No! E: No?  Nona: No, not really no. E: I am, that's why I'm asking. Or actually, I was more of a 'Belieber' during 'Purpose' and now with the new album... That's why I asked you, because I really *wanted* the album to be good. And then- Nona: Do you have that experience? Or do you separate it? E: The moment I heard the question for the first time - I've used it multiple times in my podcasts, it's an interesting question - I actually had to think... 'Am I listening to the music or the artist?' Am I- As... With someone like 'Russ' - a rapper that gets plenty of hate, the rap world hates the dude or idk - it might be easy to say "Fuck him and his music", while you could still hate the artist and like his music. Or love a song. So I never said 'Fuck that dude', but it made me think: 'Okay, do I listen to the music or the artist?' Nona: I don't have that. E: No? Nona: No. Great right?  E: Cool. Super, even. Nona: But I really don't have an artist that I'm crazy about. I listen to various genres, so I've never experienced that. E: Even better! Nona: Great, huh? E: Nice, nice. Someone asked to talk about social media. A topic I often explore in my podcasts. But... I don't want to drag it out. Since people made me aware of that fact. However, it's still an interesting topic and certainly for someone in a position like yours. Who gets a lot of attention on the socials. How do you deal with that? Do you feel like there are a lot of eyes on you? 'I should be careful of what I post'? How do you feel about it? Nona: I have... mostly... I'm like... There are people who always take good pics,  everything they post is amazing, and I'm like: 'I can't!" I want to try, but I don't know how! Someone told me I should do more with my social media, ask more questions, stuff like- E: Engagement with your audience? Nona: Yes! Things like that. But most of the time, I'll think of the people in my small town, who will laugh at me if I try to do that! Even if I do it as fancy as the others. I- I- I want to, but I don't seem to succeed! E: I get that. I have- What I personally- Last time, I saw on your profile that you sometimes - since I put it in my story for the questions - have beautiful, serious pictures. The one in black-and-white? Fucking cool! Because of you, I've posted a similar picture.  Nona: Really?! E: Yeah, it's *really* difficult for me. Sorry, I can't keep my face straight. I laugh all the time. If the photographer asks me: 'Give me a serious look.' I can't! Nona: Yeah. E: Do you have the same? Can you keep a straight face in front of the camera? Nona: I try to, because I keep thinking about how the pictures might turn out. E: So you have the goal in mind? Nona: I do. I laugh too, though, but I try to stop it. E: What you said about the people in your town: they might think it's weird if you're into social media... But it's not a secret anymore that you've... acquired some level of fame, right? So isn't posting on your socials considered normal? More accepted? Nona: Yeah, maybe... Yet, I still don't know what to do. I'm not good at that! I don't know *what* to post. Or something. Yeah, I should research that... E: Searching what you want to do. Nona: Yes. E: Okay, nah. Okay! A deep question... You don't have to have an answer. I wouldn't even know how to answer this myself. 'If you could turn back time, is there something you would change? What you did?' Heavy, huh?! Nona: Yes, never thought about that. E: Maybe to this morning, then I could ask Nabil the first question without stuttering. That's it. Nona: But yeah... What could I change? No, actually... If you do something wrong, I still think you learned a lesson. I couldn't think of something. Maybe later, when this is done. Not now. E: Like 'Ah, shit, shouldn't have said that'? Nona: Yes, indeed. E: I have the same feeling with a tv program that will be released soon. I totally forgot I filmed that. It's about... It'll be clear, when it appears online. But I totally forgot that I filmed it. I wasn't thinking then about the things I said and what they'll do with it. Not that I said mean things, but personal stuff. And then suddenly, you realize that it'll appear online. Literally everyone could see this. That's crazy. Maybe I shouldn't have said this now, but when it gets released. In a clear way. But I get what you mean. Like 'shit...' Nona: I have that *often*. Or when you were little, during fights, not knowing what to say until you're done. "Ooooh, I could have said that!" E: That moment. That moment! When you're in your bed and think: "Shit! That's it!" Nona: And it's a good one!? "Oooooh, I should have said this!" E: Usually the comebacks you see in movies. "If I had said this, it would've been a movie scene". Some time ago, I saw an online video about a so-called UFO. Every so often, there is always a video circulating.Always fucking vague, I don't know why we still don't have high quality cameras to capture a UFO in detail. But someone here is asking: 'Do you think there's life beyond Earth?' Nona: On the one hand, I don't think it's possible. On the other hand, we can't be the only living things that exist. E: Why do you think it's *not* possible? Nona: Yeah... yeah, I don't know.  E: Because we haven't seen it?! Nona: Yes, it would be a coincidence if we're the only living things, but on the other side I think- I mean, I don't believe the vague UFO images. I *really* don't believe that. But I mean... Some other life forms, not aliens or stuff like that. E: Rather some kind of microbes that live somewhere? Nona: Yes. E: Okay. Nona: Yeah, things like that. You? E: So... not something with the same brain capacity as us? Living the same way?  Nona: I think it's- I think- Yeah, not at the moment. If it does exist, then I would- Ah yeah. I don't know. Difficult. What do you think? E: Of course, it's all speculation! I can't say: you're wrong! What the fuck do I know? Nona: Yeah, nah. E: That's why I think it's interesting! But it's weird to assume that we- Do you know those videos were they start with 'the Earth' and then zoom out? The Earth compared to the sun. The sun compared to this, this and this. When you realize: 'WTF, how fucking small is Earth, how fucking small are we?' Then I can't imagine that in the whole entire universe, we're the only ones. Nona: It can't be. E: With the same intellectual level as we are. Nona: Ah, yeah... E: Crazy to think about it. Weird, right? Only two o'clock and we're already theorizing. I think it would be cool if... That's something I want to experience:  the first interaction with extraterrestrial life. If that ever happens, that would be phenomenal.  Nona: That would be... wow... E: That's probably something that would bring together humanity. Realizing that we, as humans, are one. We have to- There are others out there. I don't know...it's... By the way, there are a lot of compliments in here. About you. About your acting. I'll send them to you. They're adorable. Nona: Aaawww... Thank you! E: Something I forgot to ask you: you said you've done Human Sciences? So follow-up question: What are you studying right now? Are you a student? Nona: Yes, I study 'Remedial Education'. E: Okay, why that choice? Nona: I studied 'Criminology' last year in Leuven. But... Yeah, I think it's a shame, but I simply... Don't. Study. E: Okay. Nona: Seriously, I can get really angry at myself, but I don't do anything for school. If I get an assignment, then I'll start it at the due date. I want to change, but I can't. So I didn't do anything that year, still had loads of fun. E: As you should! Nona: So now I do 'Remedial Education'... And there... I have the end trajectory of 'Applied Juvenile Criminology'. Still in the same field and yet, the studies are far more interesting. I think it's - I'm *so* happy I changed. Oh yeah, really, I am. I need that, knowing what I'm studying for. I didn't have that in 'Criminology'. Now, in 'Remedial Education', everything we learn there, I know why. There are goals, why we learn it. I can remember the materials better. E: So, what's the goal exactly? Do you have an idea what you want to be later on? Nona: No.  E: No? Nona: I still want to be an actress. If it doesn't happen, then I don't know what... E: Yes, yes. Nona: Actually, within the 'direction' I study, almost every job is... somewhat interesting. I could be happy in a lot of jobs, I guess. E: Okay. Yeah, I'm asking in detail, because there are people listening to this podcast, who will have to make a choice in one or two years about what to study. That's why it's always interesting to ask a student- Nona: I would like to say something! For me, the exams are easier now, but you'll have way more work in university college than university. Since it seems easy, the way I told- E: No, no. Nona: You'll have to work harder in university college, more assignments, but for me, the exams are just easier now. My study has a six-week-system. [New modules with finals every six weeks]. So less tough. That's better for me. I can remember more. In short, I'm working harder for school. Not to minimize- E: No, no, no. Nona: As if I don't do anything... E: What you said about the purpose, why you study those topics. What the goal is of a certain class. Is it because they are less abstract graphs or something? Or literally: 'this class is named...' I don't know which classes you take, but that it's... Nona: No, there are similar classes to those I had last year,  but... Just... What we learn, is way more specific. Less 'general'. In uni, we had 'History’. I get the importance, but you don't do anything with that, later on. Now, when we have 'Psychology', those are exactly the things we'll apply. Useful for the future. E: Okay, super. Super. Now a question, that could piggy back onto the previous topic. A girl - also an actress - asks: 'Would you drop out, if you got a role,  where the combination studying-acting isn't possible?' Nona: Yeah, I thought about that.  E: Thought about it? Nona: I got lucky before, I was able to combine both. I don't always have to be in class. Self study is achievable. On my own. If attendance is not required, naturally. So yeah... I've thought... That's really... You have to think long and hard about that. Then I might think: 'That's my dream!'. But afterwards, when the series or project is done, I've got nothing. I didn't do drama school either. I wouldn't have a diploma. E: You have to have a back-up, right? Nona: Hopefully, you can keep going. If not too much time passed by, I think you can go back to school? I hope so. I think I would, if I know I can come back to where I left off. I would. E: Okay, nah, cool. I guess people our age, who do something creative, might think a lot about dilemmas like that. Nona: Yes. E: They say the same thing. That they would like to finish their studies, but if the opportunity of a lifetime arises... I get that. I had a good question, but I scrolled past it. Quite a few people are asking the same thing. I once posed this question to someone during a podcast and now it keeps coming back. They ask: "If you had to describe yourself in one word..." "What would that word be?" One word is not much. Someone else is asking three words. Let's say three words. That's such a yearbook question. Nona: Questions you need to answer often and I still don't know the answer to them. E: You should have it ready in your head. Nona: Always be prepared. E: That's like: "What's your positive and negative quality?" I never know! Nona: Yes, honestly, negative - no problem. But positive? E: Really bad, right? Quite a few people feel that way. "I'm bad at this, at this." "And now something positive?" Nona: "Euh, yeah..." Nah, I am... I think... Usually... Spontaneous. E: That was very spontaneous of you! Nona: Should it be a deep answer? No, right? E: No. Nona: Friendly. And... Two, is that enough? Or still going for three? E: Thats... You may stop at two, for me. Nona: I can say a lot of negative stuff. E: We'll try and keep it positive. Nona: Lazy... E: Nah, let's be positive! Some questions make me wonder... Funny, though! "What do you think 'week animals' (= mollusca) do in the weekend?" Okay... The same person as the funny question, but this one is important for me. I often have a discussion about the topic, with my mom. "What's your favorite chips flavor?" Nona: Super bad, but I only like paprika chips. E: Paprika, I can live with that. Salt is the most boring variant there is. Sorry to those who prefer salt... Nona: Yeah... E: You like that too? Nona: I could eat it. Yet, if I have had to choose, of course I'll go with paprika!  E: How can I stop this podcast... ? No, no. Nona: Paprika, no doubt about it! And you? E: I like plenty of variants. There aren't many I don't like. That's why I think: there are so much flavors. A world of choices. Large shelves. Filled with options. And then you go for salt?! Nona: Yeah... But I meant, not- At parties, for example, you can't go wrong? E: Fact. Big chance that people go for any chips, if they wanted to. Most of them will. Nona: That's important. E: True. My tactic in the past, when going on a bus trip or camp or school trip - I don't know what, I took chips with me that nobody would like, so I could eat it all by myself. Nona: You liked them yourself? Otherwise, that's not clever. E: I'm not a picky eater. I could eat salt chips. I just think if you have the choice, then why go for that? Yet, there are still people who go for basic. I get that. That happens. So, Pringles - Sour cream and onion. The smell alone, people hate it. I love it. Your face! Nona: Never tried it, but I don't know if I want to. E: Yeah, I love it, it's great. Quite a few who hate it. Nona: With so many flavors, once you open the bag, I'll... It can smell *so* bad. E: When I was little and tried to hide my chips from my parents, I would put the bag behind the sofa. Then my parents would enter: "Are you eating chips?" Nona: Chips is one of the hardest foods to hide. E: The crunch is too loud. Nona: Opening the bag... Yeah, then it'll be too late. E: Exactly. Again, hobby questions. I don't know... How many do you have? Did you put pics of it online? You seem to like skiing? Nona: Yeah, yeah, yes, the most fun one. E: Okay.  Nona: It's amazing.  E: How long have you been doing it? Every year... ? Nona: From age four. E: Cool! Me too. Same. Nona: Yes, fun. E: Did you ever do Austrian skiing school? Or with- Nona: No, always Flemish instructors. E: Okay. Nona: I think it's- If you ever feel bad about yourself, go skiing! You can't think about anything else, because you have focus on so many other things:  not falling, not crashing, following the right path. You can't concentrate on anything else. The perfect solution when feeling bad. E: I agree completely. Why I asked about the Austrian ski school... As a three or four-year-old little guy, in a ski school filled with all German speaking children... Nona: I did it once when I was little. Bad, huh? E: I couldn't handle it. E & Nona: I cried so much! [said at the same time] Nona: Yes! Bad right?! E: Yeah. But It's just- I mean, you can't ski, can't talk to others who can't ski either. Everyone is talking, you don't know what they're saying, 'are they talking about me?' Nona: You go to the lessons to learn things, but you can't understand what they're teaching you! E: Exactly! Then they suddenly said: "Go into a pizza shape! Let your skis touch like this!" First, I was just copying it with my hands. Then he skied backwards to show the shape, but backwards. Just a point! So I turn, go backwards too. The instructors go ballistic, they were angry at me. What do you do, as a small child? Nona: Fortunately, I just did it once. You don't really learn from them, right? E: Good for you. Indeed. I've got another question. Separately. You've got a boyfriend, so maybe it doesn't apply to you. But I've had fun on Tinder, recently. I get some funny pick up lines on the regular. Did you have a Tinder profile?  Were you ever active on it? Nona: No, never. E: Okay. Nona: I saw my friends' profile, just for laughs. But I really don't know how it works. E: The funny thing is, everyone does it for the laughs. They'll send a message, because 'it's just a Tinder match'. If everyone does it for fun, then we're still going about it in a serious way? Nona: Yeah... Do you have it? E: I have it. I just don't send a lot, just here for the pick up lines. I'm exactly the person I bitched about before: doing it for the fun. Nona: Do you start or the other person? E: I've never send anything myself. I would want to, though, since it's a good topic for a video or something. Just recently, I asked for pick up lines, so I could use them. But I haven't gotten the time to do it. In the meantime, I just answer to the messages they send me. Still nice. So you weren't a fanatic Tinder user, before? Nona: No, really, never. I wouldn't know how to use it. I've seen the process on a video, or something. Yet... E: Do you believe that... relationships formed through Tinder, could be good? Nona: Yes, I do. I think so. E: I think so too! There is always such a stigma surrounding it. Nona: That's not true, because if you go on a date, you still get to know each other? E: See? That's the answer I would say too. Nona: It's still a thing: 'Where did you guys meet?' 'Tinder'. Then everyone laughs at you. I think a lot of people make up stories. E: Make up different things. 'Yes, in the library.' Nona: 'What should we say?' E: See? Like that! Where did you met your boyfriend? Nona: We've been classmates since primary school. But I didn't really know him. Now- No, I mean, two years ago, he was also a 'Chiro' leader... E: So... Tinder? No, no. Okay, we've been talking for a while now. Is there something you would like to - Wow, my voice. Stuff you'd like to say? What you thought about recently? Something people should know? What people should know... About you or about life? Wisdom to share? Nona: No, don't have that. E: 'I don't have wisdom'. Nona: No, but I was- Before this conversation, I thought about how awkward I was going to be. E: No, of course not. Nona: Honestly, it takes a while. Fortunately, you're alone. But in group? I'm very uncomfortable, very quickly. It takes a while before I can be myself. I get so angry at myself. "Just be yourself" and then it doesn't happen. It takes so much time. I really get annoyed at that. E: Were you able to be yourself now? Nona: Yes, yes. If it's one person, I can. With a group, however... E: Can I be honest? I never told this. I'm exactly the same. People always think I'm super smooth. I'm only outgoing when I can talk one-on-one. It's easier. Nona: Right? E: Yes. Put me in a group and I certainly don't stand out. I'll wait and see. I'll try to read people. Who would laugh with this and that? And then I might talk. I won't be the loudest screamer. Nona: No, that's... Yeah... It might even happen that, in a group, I'll never be truly myself. Then I think- I don't know- It's not the people- No, probably is, but I don't know what's stopping me. That's really super... crazy, actually. When I finally can be myself, I think people think: 'I want to be the same. Speak my mind.' It has to develop, though. E: I feel you. Completely the same. It still happens with the people I know. I've had great one-on-one conversations with them. Yet, when they're together in a loud group, I still struggle. 'I know these people, they're my friends. I can talk to them.' Then trying to shout something in that group? Still... 'I'll keep quiet'. Nona: So crazy. Especially when they're all immediately themselves, from the first second. Loud and all that. Respect. I would love to be the same. But that makes it harder. 'Shit, I wouldn't dare to...' 'I don't know what to say' E: Indeed. Indeed. I feel you. I think a lot of people have this, we're not the only ones. Nona: No, and I think that, when you get older, it will probably pass. E: I think so too. You'll care less and less about what people think, after a while. Focussing more on people where you truly can be yourself. Okay, what a nice touch, to end the podcast on. Nona: Right? E: Super. I would like to thank you for stopping by. Is there-  'Stopping by', I say. Quotation marks. Are there accounts where they can follow you? Something you're doing? Where you'll post stuff? Nona: No, I'm not doing anything. I'm mostly focussing on school. E: As you should. Nona: And, yeah... the rest, not really... Bad, right? E: Instagram @nonajanssens? Nona: Yes! E: TikTok? Nona: No! E: No TikTok? Nona: I have it, but I don't use it. I've posted one video, where people- I'm in it too. I've got a lot of videos in which people fall. Coincidentally, I'm always the one filming it. E: Okay. Nona: And I've mixed them together. Everyone's falling. That's not really me. No dance video or something. E: No TikTok dancing? Nona: But I love watching stuff. E: Yeah, no, there are- Nona: So much fun stuff. E: The hours fly by if you scroll, that's crazy. Nona: Indeed. Sometimes I think 'Oof', but sometimes things are so funny. I have so much fun with that. E: Sometimes you think: 'People share too much on this app'. I feel you. Nona: That's true. E: I've said it too many times in a short period of time: 'I feel you'. I never say that. But 'I feel you', so... So, Nona Janssens, on Instagram and Twitter? You use that? Nona: Yes. E: Perfect. Thank you very much. Oh shit, I forgot, I have to give a Twitter shoutout! I'll do this quickly. You've probably seen it. So, one of the retweets. Follow and retweet the tweets @gossipguypodcast, if you ever want a shout out. The shout out of this week is 'Astrid', '@Houdjou'. Thank you for listening, Astrid. Thanks for talking to me, Nona! Nona: You're welcome! E: Until next Monday! Peace! Nona: Bye! E: Now I can stop the recording.

[audreysl0ve]

Happy Birthday Jen!

Happy birthday to my dear friend @starscythe.  AWhile ago you asked for SSD, first time Robin and Regina meet.  

This isn’t done but it is a sneak peek :)

Thanksgiving has never been a joyful holiday for Regina.

Her mother is the reason, of course.  A holiday centered around food and family was never Cora’s favorite, and she made everyone miserable in retribution.  

But this year her mother cannot ruin the holiday, because Regina isn't spending Thanksgiving with her.

She's nervous, incredibly nervous, because this time if the holiday is miserable she may have to face the fact the holiday is horrible because of her instead of her mother.

Emma slams the trunk shut and then jumps in the driver’s seat.  “Ready?” she asks.  Her cheeks are red from the cold, lips chapped, and raw.  Emma is wearing plain jeans and a faded scarf, a worn out knitted cap over her head that will undoubted mess up her beautiful hair.  And her mother probably won't care at all.

Lucky.

She shakes her head slightly.  “I guess…” She swallows heavily and tries to smooth out a wrinkle in her skirt.  “I really would have been fine in the dorms, I told you I'm not much of a Thanksgiving person.”

“And I told you, neither are we.  It's just a nice big meal with Mary, who you've met, my mom, whatever guy she's with nowadays, and my brother.  Robin may bring Marian, can't remember if they are dating… oh!  I forgot to tell you something about Robin.”

“Hmm?” Regina asks as she plays with her phone.

“My brother is...well, he has a British accent.”

Okay, well that was unexpected.  She drops her phone and turns towards Emma, who is still navigating her way around Georgetown.

“He has a what?”

“I figured I'd let you know.  I know you and men with accents, so I'm asking you to please, please don't mess around with my brother.”

Regina laughs and shakes her head.  “I know you don't think much of Graham, but it's not all about the accent…”

“Fuck it's not.”

“I think you secretly like him,” Regina teases.  But she sees it, a nervous flicker over Emma's face that says she may be onto something.

Oh.

“Anyway I wasn't asking about his accent for that reason.  He's your full brother, right?  So how exactly does that work?”

Emma smiles as if she's relieved for the subject change, then shakes her head.  “Ohh, that .  Okay, you thought you had a dysfunctional family, listen to this.  My dad and mom divorce, he decides to go back to England, and there's this boarding school he sells my mom on.  He argues that Robin will have his pick of colleges, that it's so elite, that it's where barons and dukes send their children, blah blah blah.  But then, he drops that the school is all-boys and there's no similar school for me, so they'd have to split us.  And my mom, for whatever dumb reason, just lets him take Robin.”

“Oh, that's why Mary said she feels like she doesn't really know him well,” Regina says, picking up on an odd comment Emma's younger sister had thrown into the wind earlier.  

“Yeah, he came back for a few weeks in the summer, some odd days around Christmas break, and that was it.  Until he came back at age 16 and refused to go back.  I mean, I'm surprised he lasted that long.  Our dad’s a huge asshole.  And my mother knew that.  She later told us she thought he'd be safe at boarding school, where his father couldn't hurt him, but well… he still managed to find his ways to be a dick.  Our dad’s a horrible drunk.”

“Sorry,” Regina breathes.  Suddenly she feels… selfish.  Or uncaring.  Emma's listened to her horrible one-sided phone calls with her mother and she's always so sympathetic, but here she has quite a terrible story of her own going on and Regina never so much as asked about it.

“Oh don't be sorry.  Mom has her problems, Dad is horrible… Mary's father is an asshole too… but we have each other.  And Mary is full of shit, she knows Robin very well.  She just always feels like we are closer.  And we are, I mean we're only a year apart.  But she thinks it's because we share the same dad.  And that's not it at all.”

“Ah,” Regina says.  

“So anyway, that's the Swan family rundown.  And we do call ourselves Swans for family events, even though Mary is a Blanchard and Robin and I are Locksleys...it just, makes us all feel more united.”

“That's… sweet.”

“It was Robin’s idea,” Emma shrugs.

“He sounds great,” Regina cops, but this has Emma groaning, and turning to face her at the next light.  “Regina, can you promise me one thing?”

“Of course.”

“Please, please don't fuck my brother, okay?”

Regina snort laughs hard, catches her mouth in her hands to contain the laugh, but emma goes on.  “I'm serious!  I've lost three friends due to Robin, one he dated and she was devastated when they broke up, the other two… well, he indulged their crushes more than he should have and broke their hearts.  My best friend from when we were seven years old, Lily?  She won't talk to me anymore and it's all Robin’s fault.  So please, just… keep away from him.  Alright?”

“Trust me, the last thing I want to do is hook up with your brother ,” Regina assures.  Emma is her confidante, the person she shares everything with, and she's not about to compromise that by falling for her brother.

And she's completely, 100% certain of that until the moment she meets him.

.::.

Emma parks in the driveway, muttering something about her mother being out.

“Must have forgotten something and ran out last minute,” she groans. “Classic Ava.”

She's ushering her into the garage, and then into the kitchen.  There's a man there, his back to them, front fishing around in the fridge.  

All Regina can see is the back of the man’s arms flexing in a well-fitted white tee shirt, and a rather nice backside that she probably shouldn't be admiring since this is almost assuredly Emma’s brother.

“Emma-nator!  that you?”

“Who else would it be?” Emma's voice goes high and childlike, its sweet, actually.

He spins around and…

oh fuck.

It's no wonder Emma's friends had crushes on her brother.  He's gorgeous.  Bright blue eyes, brown hair styled so perfectly, deep dimpled smile.

“Why, hello there,” he says smiling at her, holding the two beers he apparently fished out of the fridge. She assumes one is for Emma, but he grabs a bottle opener, pops the caps, and hands one to Regina, as if it were always meant for her.

He's charming, she'll give him that.  And, she likes his voice.  Emma was right about that.  

“Hello,” she answers, a coy smile spreading over her face as she eyes the beer he's offering her.  “that's for me?”

“Well what sort of gentleman would I be if I didn't offer you a beverage in my home?” he asks sweetly.  

(“Christ, not again,” she hears Emma mutter, and but she's too enchanted by Robin to tease her right now)

“Ahh, since you're such a gentleman , I assume the other beer in your hand is for your sister?” Regina asks, eyebrows raised.

Emma swipes the beer from his hand.  He shrugs, lets her take a sip, and wraps an arm around her shoulder, pressing a little kiss into her temple. “Thanks for the beer, Robin.  Regina, this is the brother I told you about.  Robin, this is Regina, my roommate.”

“Mmhm I gathered.” Robin responds, his eyes still locked with hers in a way that makes her flush.  “So this is the Regina.  Emma has told me a lot about you, though I'd love to learn more—.”

“Oh for fucks sake, Robin, stop,” Emma groans and rolls her eyes.  “You promised.”

Robin points at himself and gasps in mock disbelief.  “What did I do?”

“You know,” Emma groans, grabbing Regina by the shirt.  “Come on I’ll show you where we're sleeping tonight.”

They've barely taken two steps when Robin teases, “yes by all means, Emma, show her your room.  Be sure to show her where the Bieber posters used to be.”

“God damn it, Robin.” she mutters, and then turns to Regina.  “I don't want to hear it.”

“You're a Belieber!” Regina says, looking pleased as punch.  

.::.

Emma gives her a quick tour of the family house.  It's a sweet home, by no means a mansion but definitely a large home.  She always pictured Emma living somewhere small, perhaps a bungalow in a modest neighborhood.  She certainly doesn't act as wealthy as she apparently is.

Mary, well, she is a different matter.  The teenage girl is sweet, but she's lived a life of privilege and, from the looks of her room, is very spoiled.  Still, Mary hugs her and welcomes her in that way she always does, and is so excited to share her family holiday with Emma's new friend.

They hear Ava rushing in right as the tour ends and Emma sighs and walks her down to the kitchen.  

Ava is frantically unloading groceries and appears to be trying to prepare three sides at once.

“Hi, mom.”

“Oh Emma, thank god, the turkey is cooking away but I forgot buttermilk and haven't been able to make mashed potatoes...do you think - can we still make it?  Or maybe roasted potatoes would be better? Or maybe both?  Do you think Walt will be okay with cranberry jelly from a can, or…”

“Jeez mom it's just thanksgiving dinner we aren't hosting for the queen,” Mary groans.  

“Mary Margaret, we have new guests.  Haven't I told you how important it is to make a good first impression?”

Mary Margaret rolls her eyes and retreats back to her room.

Ava is still scurrying around, completely oblivious to Regina.  This seems to amuse Emma who clears her throat.

“Speaking of first impressions, mom, meet Regina.”

“Oh!” she looks up from the pile of groceries and straightens her skirt.  Her posture goes rigid and she walks toward her.  “Regina, I've heard lovely things.  I'm Ava, Emma’s mother…. but you knew that, didn't you?  I'm delighted you decided to spend Thanksgiving with us.”

Regina shakes her hand cordially and thanks her.

“Emma, is Robin here?”

“Mm, he was a few minutes ago,” Emma says.  She starts cutting up vegetables and hands Regina a knife to help.

“Did she meet him?” Ava asks in just over a whisper.  “Was he awful?”

Regina drops her knife and looks up at Ava, puzzled. Awful? “Robin?  He was a perfect gentleman.  I enjoyed meeting him.”

“He's in a mood,” Ava says to Emma, “He's not a fan of Walt, apparently, though I've no idea why, and then I told him to call your father and speak to him about maybe getting more money for your schooling, and—”

“Aww jeez, mom why did you do that?”

“He's closest to him, and both of your costs will go up next year, and he has the money…”

“Robin is not close to him at all, you know that.”

“He's going to have to forgive and forget,” Ava chirps.  “I did, afterall.  The man provided a lot for Robin, and could continue to—”

“Mom.” Emma tilts her head in the direction of Regina.  “We have company and this conversation is not going to go well if you don't drop it.  You know what Robin went through.”

Ava turns red as if she forgot Regina was there, then clears her throat, “Yes, well… I'm so sorry Regina, this family business is inappropriate conversation.  Please, tell me about yourself.”

Regina reads Ava well.  She focuses on the nice things, keeps the conversation superficial and sweet.  Shares holiday traditions in the Mills family that have been sterilized and bleached of the underlying abuse and manipulation that has plagued those moments.

It's what Ava wants, has her smiling warmly and giving answers right out of a hallmark movies.  It has Emma sighing and rolling her eyes as she prepares the mashed potatoes, but she doesn't interrupt the conversation.

But Ava tenses when she hears Robin enter the kitchen.

“Need any help?” He pops a cherry tomato into his mouth, and he'll, if there is tension between Robin and his mother, he's doing a good job concealing it.

“Yes please.  Do you remember how to do the brussels sprouts?” Ava points in the direction of the groceries.  She's just taken a phone call, and seems partially distracted as she walks out of the kitchen.

“Mmhm,” he hums, grabbing the bag of vegetables and sidles next to Regina, knife in hand.

“Hello again,” he whispers next to her, bumping his hip against hers.  He is wearing a new outfit, a pair of khakis and a nice well fitted blue sweater.  God, smells amazing, fresh and clean with a hint of some musky cologne, or maybe aftershave….

Her cheeks heat just at hearing his syrupy voice, feeling the slight friendly touch he's offering.  She swears if a blush is showing through her makeup she's going to be mortified.

“Where'd you go off too?” she asks just above a whisper.

“Needed a moment to prepare for all this family fun.” he says with a wink.  “We have a small gym downstairs, so I made use of it and showered. Had to get my endorphins running to perk up my mood a bit for this day.”

“Does that work?” she asks, but she needn't.  It clearly has worked on him, he looks so...relaxed.

“Mhm, it does work.  Exercise is great stress relief.  Not as great as sex, but…” He pauses as she lets out a giggle she had tried so desperately to keep inside, and then he winks at her.  “... it does well in a pinch.”

“Good,” Regina lets her eyes stare at him as she tries not to think about what it would feel like to destress with Robin in the house, what sort of endorphins would pump through her veins after he worked himself over her .

But that will never happen, so she tamps down her rising libido and focuses on the salad she's making.

Robin shoots her another dimpled smile, before putting down his knife and making his way to Emma, who is now mashing potatoes on the stove.

“Thanks Emma-bean,” he says softly.

“For what?” she asks quietly, back still turned to him.

“I heard that…” he admits, “about dear old dad and my need to call him.  Thanks for setting her straight.”

“It's nothing,” Emma waves off.  “Sorry she's being like this.”

Robin shrugs and returns to the sprouts, winking at Regina playfully when he catches her eye.  “Nothing says home like family drama, huh?”

“Trust me, you are making me feel right at home,” Regina mutters.  “Actually, if you could add some meltdowns and passive-aggressive attacks on how much everyone is eating I'd feel exactly at home.”

He looks at her sympathetically.  “Em told me you didn't want to spend the holidays at home. Don't worry.  I'll make sure you have a better time here.”

“That won't be too difficult,” Regina whispers.

The three of them make light conversation while cooking.  Regina and Robin tease Emma about her secret love of bubblegum pop music, Robin reveals that Emma has a lovely voice, and Regina finds herself begging for a mini concert in the kitchen.  Emma tells Regina stories of Robin when he was younger in retribution, how he was afraid to swim in the ocean for two whole summers after watching Jaws, Emma takes out her iphone and shows some pictures of a young preteen Robin who made some rather unfortunate life choices.  Regina takes pity on him and shares a picture of her when she was a gangly preteen.  She's wearing a shirt with a giant horse on it, smiling with a mouth full of braces.  But Robin snatches her phone and scrolls through her baby picture folder while she playfully tries to get the phone back.

“Ever the princess,” Robin murmurs, holding the phone up to a picture where she's in a puffy pink dress, complete with a small satin headband and an expression that looks… too old for her age then (she appears to be about four).  Her eyebrows are raised high, face tilted at an angle, lips slightly pursed, looking almost regal, elegant, poised.

“I believe the camera man stole my cupcake.  I had a flare for drama at a young age,” Regina says, snatching her phone back.

“Has that changed?” Robin asks innocently.

“I wouldn't risk stealing my dessert just to find out,” she warns quickly.

Robin chuckles and shakes his head.  “Oh, I like you.”

It's simple and easy, with them.  She feels like she fits, like she's already a part of the family.  She's oddly more at ease than she's ever been with her own family.

Her phone vibrates just then on the counter next to her.  She looks down and sees a text from Graham.

“Emma, he texted to wish me a happy thanksgiving,” she calls over.

“Graham?” She asks.  “Don't be fooled.  He probably wants something.”

Regina rolls her eyes.  

“Emma, that's no way to talk about Regina's boyfriend,” Robin chides.

“He's not my boyfriend,” Regina responds at the same time Emma exclaims He’s not her boyfriend.

Robin raises his hands in surrender.  “Sorry, I didn't realize.”

“He is just fun,” Regina responds to him with a little smile.

“Is he though?” Emma asks, “because every time he's in our room all he seems to talk about is video games and stupid stuff on youtube.”

“Oh yes and August is a fountain of wit,” Regina quips.  

Emma's face flushes red as Robin oohs and asks, “And who is this August?”

“Don't,” Emma warns, and Regina nods.  If August is to be a secret, so be it.  “Look, I know you say Graham is just fun, or whatever but I've seen how you look at him, and he's just… I don't want him to hurt you.”

“He won't,” Regina replies firmly.  “I told you, I don't do relationships.”

“Mm,” Emma says noncommittally, pointing out, “look how happy you are to even get a text from him, though.”

“I really don't get your problem with him,” Regina sighs.  “he's polite, respectful, he's—”

“He's not so respectful.  And he is as dumb as a box of rocks,” Emma groans.  “I swear if he didn't have that accent you'd realize…”

Robin takes a sudden interest in this.  “Accent?”

“He's Irish,” Regina says quickly, hoping to distinguish the accent enough so he doesn't think she has a thing for Robin’s accent (she does, Emma is right, but that's besides the fact, it's…).  She shoots him this look, this don't get too excited expression that she hopes puts him right in his place.  And it seems to, if his sheepish smile is any indication.

“Ah,” Robin says with a bit of a wince.  

He's cute, very cute when he is embarrassed.  Very cute, in fact, and she decides to tease him a bit more and add, “He’s great in bed.”

Robin lets out a snort laugh and turns to her, eyebrows raised.  “Is he now?  I'd like to hear more about that…”

“Robin…” Emma warns, and then turns to her, eyes narrowed and accusatory.  “And Regina…”

She smiles back a half-hearted apology, and moves on.  “Graham’s a nice guy but it's nothing serious anyway.” She's finished making the salad, wandering back to the sink to wash her hands.  She could make that jalapeño cranberry chutney her dad likes, Ava would be happy with it… and she saw the peppers in the fridge, and the cranberries are here… hell, why not?

“And why is that?” Robin asks, curious, “want to play the field a bit before setting down?”

“No, I'm never settling down,” Regina says primly, as she washes the cranberries.  “Emma do you think your mother will mind if I made a spicy cranberry sauce?”

“Oh god, she'd love you for it.  She's already resigned herself on the canned shit.  Go crazy.” Emma looks down at her phone and sighs.  “I'm on sister duty, Mary Margaret just sent me a text while she is literally upstairs in her room… but it sounds important...potatoes are done, stove is all yours Regina.  You okay here?”

“I'm fine,” Regina assures.

“I'm sorry, I really didn't expect i'd invite you over our house to make your own dinner,” Emma apologizes.

“Don't be silly, I like to cook,” Regina waves her off.

Robin takes out a roasting pan and starts filling it with the sprouts, the pancetta, oil and garlic that has already sautéed.  He seems to be a good cook, she'll give him that.

“So,” he says as he works, “you were saying you are never settling.  Why is that?”

She shrugs noncommittally.  “I don't really believe in relationships.  Not anymore.”

“Em has a little of that,” Robin says, “Mary, she's the exact opposite.  Can't wait to find her Prince Charming.  She's retreated into the land of fairy tales and convinced she can be apart of one.  All of us were raised with such bad examples of love, it's interesting how it affected us all differently in relationships.”

“From what I've heard you are perfectly fine with relationships …” Regina tilts her head and eyes him pointedly.

“Oh did Em tell you of my sordid playboy past?” Robin asks with a bit of a laugh.  “She exaggerates.  I went to an all boys school for much of my life, and then at 16 I had the opportunity to be around women more and appreciate them more, and maybe got a bit carried away.  And I like being with someone  I like having a person who you can trust and care for.”

“It's horrible when it ends, though…” Regina murmurs

Robin nods.  “Did someone break your heart them?”

Regina nods and sighs a quiet yessss.

“ Well then, don't let the bastard win.  Get up and love again.  It's the best revenge.”

He turns to pop the roasting pan in the oven.

“The person who broke my heart was my mother.   My ex boyfriend’s father worked for my mother.  She found out we were dating and offered his father a lovely promotion.  In Oregon.”

Robin coughs and looks at her incredulously.  “Are you serious?   Your mother actually did that?”

“Yes,” Regina says with a sigh.  “Maybe it would have fizzled anyway, but she heard us talking about trying to attend the same college and that was it.  Or maybe she just heard me say ‘I love you’, but in any case, right after chatting one night it happened, and mother made no secret of the fact it was done on purpose and that she’d chase anyone away who was unfit for me.”

“Long distance didn’t work?” Robin asks quietly.

“We tried, but it didn’t last.  He met someone a few months later and broke it off with me.”  Regina shrugs.  “I wasn’t worth waiting for afterall.”

Robin leans against the stove and stares at her, waits for her eyes to meet his, and shakes his head.  “Well that’s a load of shit if I’ve ever heard it.  From what I have seen, you are more than worth waiting for.”

Regina rolls her eyes and bites her lip to keep from smiling.  He's so cheesy.  “Sorry i'm wincing at what a horrible cliche that line is.  And also, you don't know me.”

He shrugs and looks her up and down, not hiding the way his eyes take over her curves.  It makes her shiver.  

“I know you well enough,” he insists, “Em and I are close, and I know you are a great friend to my sister — both my sisters actually. And Mary isn't easy, a young teenager spending multiple weekends in a small dorm room?  You made her feel welcome, and don't think I haven't heard from her about that.  And here you are, showing up to this absolute train wreck of a holiday, helping my mother fix a feast last minute...and you seem to be a good cook.” He smiles and winks.  “and you're easy on the eyes.   Very easy, in fact.”

She groans at the last part, trying not to feel flattered.  But there's a warmth spreading in her belly at the compliment.  But Emma's warned her about him, and she won't fall for him like the unfortunate others in her past.  So she sighs and asks “Is this how it usually goes, with Emma's friends?  A few little compliments and a nice smile and they swoon?”

Robin looks a bit taken aback, scratches his head and say “Err…I truly wasn't—”

She smiles at him mischievously, let's him know she's just teasing and adds, “I'm not like your sister’s other friends.  I'm not that easy.”

“I can see that,” Robin smiles back.  “Easy is boring.  So let me add interesting to the list of things I see in you.”

She clicks her tongue at the roof of her mouth, attempting to look as unimpressed with him as possible.  “Add horrible flirt to the list of things I see in you.”

His lips turn into a frown, expression grows serious, and he points to her accusingly and adds, “Now now.  Let's be serious.  I am a wonderful flirt.”

She hums, scrunched her nose as if considering and then says with a shrug “not from where i'm standing.”

“Hmm, then stand a little closer to me.” He motions right to his front, indicating he wants her to stand right against him.  “The view’s a bit better from over here.”

She groans to conceal her laughter, but it's there, he catches it, and his eyes twinkle, as if he's won some elusive prize.

They continue their banter as the food cooks.  And the vegetables roast, as they simmer and soften, she feels herself doing the same, each and every time she catches his eye.

[goodestboyryuji]

UH??? I’M SRY I NEED TO YELL AGAIN i literally just made a post last night about how much ryuji loves us but i played more game or should i say gayme and it’s like 10x more intense now

this wasn’t gonna be under a read more but then i lost control what else is new

FIRST: the school festival is the gayest thing we’ve ever done and that makes it THE BEST. idc if you have a bae in the game HANG OUT WITH MISHIMA AND RYUJI FOR SOME TOP AKIRYU and/or AKIRA/RYUJI/MISHIMA CONTENT. ryuji bein a dork and calling the attention of the mc?? delightful. ryuji getting singled out and going on stage??? #cutekarma. RYUJI WITH STAGE FRIGHT? FUCKIN. ADORABLE. us callin out to him to save him???? good friends. THEN:

THERE’S SOMEONE I LIKE

RYUJI BEIN LIKE ?!??!?!?!? (why bro u JEALOUS? u SCARED?) even tho u haven’t even SAID anything yet like that is HIGH KEY either jealousy that we like someone who isn’t him or knowing it’s him and being afraid of us saying so (also how quick he whips out his phone and the fact WE ANSWER HIS TEXTS ON STAGE i cry)

say you love him just do it akira

ryuji can’t handle the label it’s ok man we’ll get there someday as long as you know we love you bc we very much know you love us

THE ROOFTOP. MISHIMA’S LAUGH. PURE&GOOD.

ryuji keeps threatening to leave but ??? won’t ??? bc he loves us

i’m ccrying he’s so cute when he’s trying to thank us WHY CAN’T WE KISS HIM ATLUS

us: you’re a dependable friend. ryuji: :3 hehe :3 <3

RYUJI DOG

RYUJI DOG

FUCKING. RYUJI DOG

do you know how long i screeched at my screen “WE’VE GOT HIS HOT DOG”??? according to the video boyf took, 3 minutes. so slightly over 3 minutes of me cackling and screaming about ryuji. i cannot rest the akiryu content is so PALPABLE

alright SECOND: the scene where everyone is emotionally breaking down about how close we are to getting caught. and ryuji is ragin’ a bit and ann is like “! CALM DOWN!” and everyone freaking out in their own way and then ryuji’s got so much anxiety and frustration and he flips out again BUT THEN all of a sudden takes a deep breath and LOOKS AT US and is like “what should we do”

WE CALM HIM DOWN. JUST BY EXISTING. WE’RE HIS ANCHOR DON’T TOUCH ME DON’T LOOK AT ME I’M GONNA SCREAM ABOUT THIS FOR YEARS

so we calm him down we get the group revitalized etc etc etc BUT. RYUJI’S PHONE CALL. 

((insert me: *softly* don’t))

i want to cry i can’t bELIEB he called us and also can v much believe it and he’s just calling to talk? to get comfort?? AND TO APOLOGIZE????!? OK FIRST OF ALL RYUJI NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE FOR NOTHING SO JOT THAT DOWN. he really believes he’s no better than the adults we’ve changed BOYYYY come BACK HERE SO WE CAN HUG YOU AND LOVE YOU. 

but on the real it’s such good character development that he’s like...ok i wanted to change but then i didn’t change like how i wanted except now i’m actually going to. bc ryuji is a gray character which is good!! and his hyperfocus on being famous was always something that got them/him into trouble and ended up being his main focus when his first true focus was helping ppl so i just love that he’s like “shit wait i lost focus.” it’s so mature and sweet and it reinforces the fact that he’s genuinely a good (best) boy

i obvs think he’s being a little hard on himself (boy pls) but ugh my heart was so full and warm during that scene i literally wanted to cry. and then fuckin he THANKS us and is like “oh shit wait i think i scared haru and futaba gotta call them to apologize”

how the FUCK does ANYONE hate ryuji or think he’s just some angry overreactive hardcore bro he is SOFT AND SWEET. you can come right over here and CATCH THESE HANDS I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FIGHT U