#digging deeper meme

[sp1derc1der]

Okay, I feel like some of the weredragons in the Draco Scaled AU would be like this image

[remyfire]

BJ/Trapper for the ship asks

Do I Ship It?

Yes, I Ship It!!

What made you ship it? —If there is one thing I am going to do as a polyamorous multishipper, it is find the two characters who had the most central relationship with a protagonist on screen and make them kiss. They are incredibly compelling to me. Even if you remove this concept of the mythical "Trapper Complex," they'd compel me. Typically I ship them in the midst of a wider polycule, but even alone, they bring so much to the table.

What are your favorite things about the ship? —I love that they're both girldads, and that Trap has the extra years of experience there to offer advice and support to boot. Similarly, I love that Trapper is a far more experienced surgeon and BJ is just starting to dip his toes into the water outside of residency—I'm often inclined to write Trap as being around 33 or so in 1950, when BJ would be around 26 or 27, so that is a significant level of time that Trapper's had on the ground as opposed to BJ, who has his finger on the pulse of the newest techniques and advances and thus also has something to bring to the table. They're both scheming scamps. But they also rub up awkwardly against each other—their interpretation of what is appropriate to do for the greater good, the danger posed by how both of them love to bury their big angry emotions, their interpretations of what is permissible to take part in when you're in a committed relationship (I doubt BJ would care if Trap is fucking around behind Louise's back, but I think he would care very much if he and Trap were an item and didn't have a preestablished agreement, whereas this is just something Trapper is inclined to do by his own admission). God, I love all of it. I'm gnawing on them.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? —Is it unpopular to say that I think if BJ and Trapper were at the 4077th at the same time, they'd be thick as thieves? I don't know if it is. I feel like I see contrary suggestions to that all the time, but I also think I've seen plenty who agree with me. I think the nature of their wariness with each other (Trapper can have a little BJ Complex as a treat) is purely their sense of either their lack of self-confidence/if they're enough of a man/lover or their awareness of exactly how massive a bridge they set fire to upon their departure. If those things do not come into play by having them be in the same space from BJ's first day there, then there's a lot less for them to bite at each other about.

[animal-gal-adventures]

There is a beauty to this in a way I just can't explain.

pokémon evolution chains we need

[smutmind]

Dream Cum True

The fan meet buzzed like a soft machine—ring lights, laughter, and camera shutters folding over each other.

Mina signed her fiftieth poster, still smiling, though her cheeks ached. She glanced up at the next in line.

He didn’t look like the rest.

No merch. No headband. Just a dark hoodie, sunken eyes, and something in the way he stood—like he didn’t believe he belonged here.

She softened. “Hi,” she said, tilting her head. “Name?”

He hesitated. Then, “Jaemin.”

Her pen paused. “Is this your first time meeting me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. First time I’ve left my apartment in weeks.”

She blinked, gaze flicking to his. There was no pitch in his tone, no fan energy—just honesty.

“I’ve been… not good,” he admitted. “Didn’t come here to ask for anything. Just wanted to see you in real life.”

Mina’s voice dropped. “You don’t have to ask. I remember you.”

He blinked. “What?”

“From Twitter. The thread. You said your dream was to… you know.”

Jaemin turned red instantly. “Fuck. That was—I wasn’t trying to be a creep.”

“You weren’t.” She tore a scrap of paper from her pad and slid it into his photo. “Come see me later. Address is in there.”

His place smelled like dust, instant noodles, and something faintly metallic. The floor creaked. The air was still.

She stepped in without flinching.

Jaemin fumbled with his words. “I didn’t think you’d actually come. This place is…”

“Yours,” she said. “That’s all I care about.”

She dropped her coat. Beneath it: tiny crop top, tight jeans, high ponytail.

“You want fanservice?” she asked, stepping into the yellow-tinted light. “I can do fanservice.”

He froze. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

She kicked off her shoes. “Tell me something, Jaemin. What’s my second name—the one they make all those sexy memes about?”

He blinked. “Sharon.”

“Good.” Her voice dropped lower. She walked to the futon like it was a stage. “Then you’ll understand what happens next.”

She reached behind her back, unzipped the top, and peeled it off slow—shoulders first, then chest, her breasts spilling free without a bra. Her eyes locked on him the whole time.

“Sharon doesn’t ask permission,” she whispered. “She gives permission.”

He swallowed hard. “Are you really doing this?”

“You said your dream was to cum inside me.” She slid her jeans down her thighs, standing in just her lace panties. “Tonight, that dream comes true.”

He was on the futon before he realized he’d moved. Mina straddled him slowly, palms on his chest, grinding down as her lips hovered over his.

“I want you to say it,” she breathed. “What do you want?”

“I want to cum in you,” he choked.

She smiled like sin. “That’s a good boy.”

She peeled her panties off and tossed them aside. Reached down, wrapped her fingers around his cock—already hard, twitching.

“You feel that?” she whispered, pressing the head against her folds. “That’s real.”

He groaned, gripping her hips. “You’re wet.”

“For you.” She lowered herself, taking him inch by inch until he bottomed out.

“Oh—fuck—Mina—”

“Not Mina,” she hissed into his ear. “Sharon.”

She rolled her hips with control, grinding her clit down against his pelvis. Her hands slid up his chest, nails dragging lightly.

“Don’t just lie there,” she said. “Worship me.”

He kissed her throat, her collarbone, then dipped lower—lips brushing over one nipple, then the other, sucking them slowly until they stiffened against his tongue. He mouthed her breasts, her ribs, her stomach—worshipping every inch like he was starving for her taste.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned.

“Show me,” she demanded. “Fill me up. Come inside.”

He slammed into her harder, deeper, cock slick with her arousal as her pussy clenched tight around him. She was soaked, the wet slap of their bodies echoing off the walls. Each thrust hit deeper, rougher—his balls smacking her ass, her nails digging into his back as she gasped his name, voice breaking with every ragged moan.

“Right there—don’t stop—fucking give it to me—”

He gasped, hips bucking wildly as he buried himself to the hilt, cock throbbing hard. Thick, hot streams of cum shot deep inside her, filling her up in messy, pulsing waves. She clenched tight around him, her cunt fluttering, milking every drop as her orgasm tore through her—back arched, mouth open in a broken cry, thighs shaking as slick heat spilled out around him.

They stayed locked like that, trembling, panting, flushed.

He looked up at her like she might disappear.

She leaned down and kissed him, slow and warm.

“Dreams don’t have to stay dreams,” she whispered, brushing her lips against his. “Tonight, Sharon belonged to you.”

She lingered a moment longer—then slid down his body with slow, deliberate grace.

His cock, still glistening with their combined mess, twitched as she wrapped her fingers around the base.

“You gave me everything,” she murmured. “Now I’m going to taste it.”

She licked a slow stripe from the base up to the swollen tip, savoring the bitter-sweet mix. He groaned, hips flinching, already half-hard again.

“Still warm,” she whispered, before parting her lips and taking him into her mouth.

Her tongue swirled around the swollen head, slow and teasing, before tracing the underside where he was most sensitive. She let a long line of spit trail down the shaft, then wrapped her lips around him and took him deep—warm, wet, and tight.

Each bob of her head was deliberate, the glide of her mouth slick and noisy. Her cheeks hollowed with every suck, the obscene sound of it echoing in the cramped room. She moaned low in her throat, sending vibrations through his cock as she pushed deeper, swallowing inch after inch until the head bumped the back of her throat.

One hand massaged his balls, rolling them gently, while the other gripped the base, twisting slightly as she sucked harder, sloppier.

He grunted, thighs tense, his hands tangling in her hair. Not to guide her—just to keep himself grounded while her mouth wrecked him.

She pulled back slowly, letting him slip from her lips with a wet pop, spit and precum clinging to her chin as she licked up every drop.

“That’s what Sharon does,” she said, voice low and filthy, stroking his spit-slick cock. “She swallows gratitude.”

[iamthatonefangirl]

i need to lick bucky.. like i need him to be fucking up into me while i straddle him and just licking and biting his shoulder and neck 😶 blinks

oh yes. OH yeah. yes. you know it anon.

he looks so pretty no matter what, with or without his shirt, it doesn't matter. but you love to get to see him, to see his beautiful skin exposed to your gaze.

only you have the right to stare, to touch, to own him. you're the only one he's granted that privilege.

and dear god, sometimes when you see him without his shirt, you just want to lave your tongue over him like there's no tomorrow.

like right now, when he's changing out of his clothes to put on something more comfortable, and you just... want to gnaw on him (anyone know that one meme?)

he glances over to where you're obviously staring at him, not even trying to pretend like you're still looking down at your phone

"see something you like, doll?" he smirks.

"fuck, yes, oh my god," you say, crawling across the sheets to meet him at the foot of the bed

and you fucking drag him down with you because you can't help how badly you need him

he's practically already naked, having been in the middle of getting changed. and he's always ready to go whenever you want it. especially when you look at him like that

you plant your lips on his neck and refuse to let go. you're almost like a dog that's being yelled at to drop something but NO! you want it

oops anyways

you're grabbing at his shoulders, the hard muscle of his chest, of his tits, and you need your mouth there asap

so you do, you bring your mouth down, making sure to leave teeth marks and bruises all the way down his collarbone as you do.

and you can't really help it if you just take a little nibble out of his chest

"fuck, sweetheart," he hisses when he feels it. it only serves to make him that much more horny. but you're clearly preoccupied, so he takes it upon himself to lift your hips and pull your panties to the side to finally bury his fingers inside you

it shouldn't surprise him, but it DOES, when you don't even let go with the increase in sensation between your legs

you just dig your teeth in deeper, leaving more marks, deeper marks on his skin

"better put that mouth on my cock, maybe that'll tire you out," he threatens

you wouldn't complain if he did.

~~~

andddd that's it because my carpal tunnel is telling me that's enough writing for today

[hirazuki]

Lmao it's a given for me that I'll find out from the Destiel meme. My existence is so hermit-like, that I legit get 100% of my news from the Destiel meme.

Part of me wants to keep the news on to get election results.

But a bigger part of me wants to get the results via the Destiel meme.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC Phantom Punk: We are the Outlaws

Back on my punk Danny AU

So punk is pretty anti-authoritarian, loud, fast, and contains a lot of anger, anger at how the world is. It can also be very compassionate to the downtrodden an those the system fails

You know who else has a lot of anger and compassion?

Jason Todd

Jason Todd, the second Robin, the Red Hood. The man was born to be punk.

Danny just works as a punk. His villains range from the government to a Billionaire to a ghost cop. It makes more sense than not for his experiences to have turned him in that direction, and let's face it one Sam Mason would have helped, even if punk and goth are different

So we have one dead punk boy living in a shitty apartment in Gotham, and we have another dead punk boy moving into a shitty apartment in Gotham

They're neighbors(I'd say roommates for the meme but Jay needs the added privacy)

So now we have two punks with messed up sleep schedules living next door to each other. They clearly vibe, they hang out, go to each other's apartments and Jason practically force feeds Danny a healthy meal that has enough preservatives in it to give Ra's a run for his money

Then Jason got careless

Jason, after accidentally mentioning the outlaws multiple times during a phone call, now has to deal with the fact that Danny thinks it's the band he's in. It's fine, all he has to do is play it cool, roll with it and it'll be no big deal

being unable to shut his mouth, he actually digs himself deeper. Now, Danny doesn't just want to see them play, he wants to join, and Jason has made the mistake of saying he needs to ask the band first, only to call Roy who is a little shit and goes "Yeah he can join our band."

Cut to Jason, Starfire, and a sheepish Roy scrambling to actually be a punk band as they get sucked further and further into committing to the bit

or

Fake Band au, like a fake dating au but with more people and instruments and probably ends in polyamory

[tookishcombeferre]

Character Arcs: Why I Refuse to See the New Lilo & Stitch Remake

So, I hesitated to jump into this debate because I wasn't sure I could comment on something I haven't' seen.

However, I want to comment on *why* I won't see it, and it has to do with the fact that I think three characters have been irreparably damaged because of how their narrative arcs have changed in the adaptation.

ONE: Dr. Jumba Jookiba: An Absolute Masterpiece in Progressing the "Mad Scientist Trope"

Dr. Jumba is based in an important literary trope that stems all the way back to Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, at least, perhaps earlier?

Therefore, to remove Dr. Jumba's accent and make him the primary villain is to remove something fundamental about *him* and what makes him different from those other scientists in literature before him.

Dr. Frankenstein. Dr. Jekyll. Dr. Van Helsing. Faust.

These are all characters that make up elements of Dr. Jumba's character design, coding, and creation. They were placed lovingly into Dr. Jumba's character through each element of his creation.

Yet, these characters usually do not get any kind of significant "redemption" arcs or anything apart from the sort of "morality play" lessons written into their novels/novellas. (Except Van Helsing who is, arguably a decent bloke to begin with.)

Yet, something changes within the monster genre with the invention of film ... particularly slapstick humor in black and white films.

In the original 2002 film, Stitch is captivated by old black and white monster films. He loves the destruction caused by giant invading spider creatures. He even recreates one of the scenes in which a monster in a black and white film destroys San Francisco.

However, what Dr. Jumba comes to realize watching Stitch in that moment/ those moments of emptiness and loss after destruction is that there isn't a deeper purpose.

And, that digs into some of the greater questions of monster literature at large:

What is humanity's purpose?

What is a monster?

What is the role of their creator?

At what point is the monster a reflection of the creator?

Yet, about that spin off genre ...

Amidst the the more traditional adaptations of monster stories in black and white film, as well as other unique and new monster stories made exclusively FOR film, came things like "Young Frankenstein."

In these slapstick and humorous adaptations, many things about the original monster stories were changed. In these movies, the creator and monster both "reconciled." This usually occurred through some combination of slapstick humor and basically proto-meme culture.

("Young Frankenstein" involves a whole tap dance routine followed by an exploding light fixture and a race through the German countryside ...)

("Young Frankenstein" From IMDB)

In "Young Frankenstein," the reconciliation between monster and creator is fast, silly, but, yet, somehow, actually, leads to some kind of meaningful commentary on humanity.

At the very end, Fredrick and The Creature talk, and they come to the agreement that the Creature is going to receive some of Fredrick's intellect. He will finally, trully, be *adopted* as a Frankenstein.

In this scene, the Creature speaks for the first time, and they do manage to settle the crowd.

And, at the very end, we close on another standard unifying human topic ... toilet humor.

So, if you'd ask me,*this* is the spirit of Dr. Jumba's turn around.

When Dr. Jumba says "Well, he's very persuasive ..." after Stitch says like 3 words?

This! *This* trope, and probably this exact movie, is where that comes from.

To deny that, and to change it, fundamentally alters the spirit of one of the primary influences of the film which is these old school monster flicks.

Besides that, the way Lilo and Stitch changed the genre of monster literature as we understand it is *undeniable.* Prior to films like "Young Frankenstein," and other parodies like it, the stories of the past remained what they were.

Yet, Lilo and Stitch, and Dr. Jumba in particular, begin to draw a perfect circle.

The hard questions of the old pieces of literature could be asked and answered, BUT they could be answered through humor and fart jokes.

Dr. Jumba is the classic Faustian, Dr. Jekyll, Dr. Frankenstein scientist who learns compassion for his creation because he finds purpose, no matter how quickly, in loving Stitch. Dr. Jumba is part of the support system created for Nani, Lilo, and Stitch because *he* needs it.

For most of the film, Dr. Jumba doesn't understand what family is or why it matters. He can't. His goal is make things that destroy things. He doesn't understand human life as valuable (or, perhaps, he doesn't see any life as valuable?) Yet, what he comes to know, through Stitch, is the value of *life.* (Look no further than the sequel film to see *that* come to fruition.)

It's this additional layer that unites two halves - the original monster stories of traditional "mad scientists" and the parodies in which reconciliation is brought about by toilet humor and bad dancing - both of those arcs and narratives deeply influence the "monster" side of Lilo and Stitch's narrative structure. And, for better or worse, Dr. Jumba Jookiba's quick and quirky "redemption" is at the center of that telling.

Gantu needs to be present as the foil for Dr. Jumba. He is the heard-hearted, almost Javert-esque, maniac who cares for nothing and no one except the mission sent for him. Dr. Jumba cares enough to ask questions.

Dr. Jumba's curiosity is his *salvation.*

Gantu's rigidity is his *downfall.*

TWO: Captain Gantu: Lost in Time ... Lost in Space ... Another Casualty of the Capitalist Race

Captain Gantu also has a role to play in these black and white monster films and, to completely remove him, is to do a huge disservice to these sources of influence.

Going back to the "Young Frankenstein" example, there is actually a police officer character named Inspector Kemp. Kemp is actually, kinda-sorta, part of the reason The Creature is accidentally freed near the middle-end of "Young Frankenstein" and is just generally really obnoxious.

(Actually, as I retrace the IMDB for "Young Frankenstein" to check my notes, I'm noticing that there are a *surprising* number of parallels between Frederick and Jumba, Kemp and Gantu, and The Creature and Stitch.)

However, all that to say, Gantu needs to be present because without him the story no longer works. Lilo and Stitch is built on the backs of monster stories in which a "mad scientist" is chased down by "the law." Without "the law," there is no story.

The beauty of what Lilo and Stitch does, however, is asking us to reframe who is *right* and who is *wrong.* What is *just* and what is *merciful.*

Gantu, in many ways, may be *right* and he may be *just.* But, that does not make him merciful. Gantu's lack of mercy is what causes his ENDS to fail to justify his MEANS.

And, that?

That is what makes Gantu so fun to root against and to despise.

To take away Dr. Jumba's quiet moments of reflection, to make him a twist villain, (and remove Gantu completely) fundamentally changes *who* Jumba is *and* what he's meant to represent. It fundamentally changes what this film *does* for the genre in which Lilo and Stitch belongs.

I could get into a whole other rant about why this is significant to me as a neurodivergent person and the extraordinary significance of Lilo and Stitch as a monster narrative that features both a monster and a clearly neurodiverse-coded main character.

But, that's likely a separate post.

Yet, know that monsters and changelings have long been a stand-in for neurodivergent and disabled people in literature, and I do not think it was/ is coincidental the Lilo AND Stitch are written as they are and were chosen to be paired together.

Therefore, to *remove* Dr. Jumba's redemption towards Stitch as benevolent creator changes not only his arc, but the longstanding commentary on the role of the creator and what they created in monster literature.

And, to remove Gantu completely departs from the "monster literature" source material trope so strongly that I'm not even sure they're following the same plot anymore.

THREE: Nani: The Most Egregious Sin has Been Saved for Last

So many wonderful Hawaiian native folks have spoken on this subject all over the internet.

Please, I implore you, go find what they've posted on this platform, on YouTube, on Tik Tok and listen to them.

It is really not that hard to find everything from scholarly articles to everyday folks talking about *why* Nani leaving Lilo in the hands of the state to "pursue a degree" is not the "happy ending" it sounds like to most of the rest of us.

As a white trans-masc dude *from the mainland,* I'm just going to say when I heard about that twist, I turned to my spouse and said "My God, it's like if someone adapted The Outsiders and had Darry leave on a football scholarship instead of staying with Soda and Ponyboy."

And. Yes. I do believe the change is that fundamental. Teleportation gun or no.

The end.

[hxney-lemcn]

How Was Your Day? — Cater Diamond x gn! reader

summery: you help Cater open up to you a bit more.

tw: hurt/comfort.

wc: 1.1k

Master List

It was so silly. You felt like you were living the most cliche scenario in the world. You had a crush on your best friend. Could you really be blamed? Not only was Cater drop dead gorgeous, but he always made you feel included and seen. There was just one thing that itched at you. You wished he would open up to you a bit more. No matter what, there felt like a barrier between you both, something that kept you from getting any closer to seeing the full painting that was Cater Diamond. You could only really see the surface, the pretty colors and beautiful framing, hiding the gritty reality that laid beneath.

You wanted to dig deeper, to truly dissect the meaning behind Cater. He was your friend, and you felt foolish that you fell for the glitz and the glamor instead of his true self. Or that’s how you felt at least. You had managed to catch glimpses of his softer moments, moments where you were feeling down. Where he’d dim down his outgoing personality and try to make you laugh with either memes he found or acting silly. And if that didn’t work? He’d listen to your complaints, only giving advice if you ask.

It was only a glimpse, though, as those moments seemed far and few in between. Putting on his cheery smile and flash of the camera. Maybe you were being selfish, but it almost hurt, knowing that Cater didn’t seem to trust you enough to show you all of himself when he’s seen you at your worst. That he can see you cry and complain, but thinks you’d mind if he did the same. You only wanted to be there for him like he was for you, to show him that he wasn’t a problem, even if he wasn’t super bubbly or outgoing. 

It seemed like you were going to get what you wished sooner than you expected. 

You hadn’t meant to stumble upon him in such a vulnerable moment. You just wanted to spend some time with your bestie/crush, knocking on his door before entering. You paused midstep, noticing a lump under the blankets on Cater’s bed, ginger hair barely peeking out. 

“Cater?” You called out cautiously, clicking the door closed behind you. He only shuffled further into his cocoon, not acknowledging your presence. Gosh, as much as you wanted him to open up, you were unsure of how to proceed, but one thing was for sure. You were not just going to let him stew alone. 

So as gracefully as you could (quite awkwardly in all honesty), you took a seat next to where he laid, hand hesitantly reaching out to pat his form. No words were said as you stroked Cater’s back, trying to think of what to say or ask.

”Do you want to talk about it?” You settled on asking.

”I’m sorry,” Cater mumbled, you could barely hear it through the thick fabric that covered him. 

“What are you sorry for?” You asked softly, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

It was silent for a few seconds before Cater mumbled brokenly, “I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”

You felt your heart break, a heavy pit filling your stomach. Cater shouldn’t hold his feelings in like this, especially when he has people willing to lend a shoulder…like you. 

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” You replied without hesitation. “I care about you, Cater. If you’re ever feeling down you can always come to me, I’ll always be here for you.”

Cater was hesitant to peek his head out of the safety of his blankets, but the sweetness of your words had his chest aching, a bittersweet feeling spreading through him. On one hand, you were saying things he had longed to hear for so long, but on the other it felt completely wrong for you to see him as anything else but happy and cheerful. 

His emerald eyes peaked at you, the lower half of his face still covered, red locks of hair falling in his face, “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You are not a burden,” You scolded gently. “Am I a burden when I’m not feeling good?”

”Of course not,” Cater frowned from beneath the blanket. 

“So what makes you the exception?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Cater opened his mouth, reflexively ready to insult himself…but he couldn’t actually think of a proper rebuttal. You had actually managed to stump him. He looked so disheartened and hopeful at the same time.

“Even if I don’t actually like all the things I say I do? Even though I lie to you all about who I am?” 

“Even then,” You agreed, scrounging any confidence you had left in you, you raised a shaky hand to run it through his hair. It seemed like that was the right thing to do as Cater’s eyes shut in a look of bliss, unconsciously leaning his head into your hand. 

“Y’know you don’t have to lie about all that stuff, right?” You asked softly, scratching his scalp gently. “Who cares if you like spicy over sweet, it won’t change how much I love you.”

“Thank you,” Cater murmured with a content sigh, nuzzling his head into your thigh, soaking in your affection. 

“Of course,” You murmured back, admiring the way his hair framed his face so prettily…only to be surprised when his perfectly manicured hand reached out from beneath the blankets and wrapped around your torso, dragging you to lay down beside him. You felt your face flush from being so close, his faint freckles more visible from this distance. 

“I…” Cater spoke out, tongue thick with emotion. Those three words you said so easily felt like a ton of bricks that he just couldn’t cough up, but he wanted to oh so desperately at that moment. You watched on in concern as Cater’s face contorted into what looked semi-painful, like he was struggling with a thought.

”I love you too,” Cater managed to push out, eyeing you with anxiety and vulnerability. Your eyes widened, before it clicked that you had said those words mere minutes ago, you hadn’t even realized those words slipped past your lips, but you had meant them wholeheartedly. 

You relaxed in his hold, resting your head on his shoulder, “Hmmm, well too bad I love you more.” 

Cater let out a short giggle, nuzzling into your hair, the both of you drowning in butterflies. It was a rainy moment turned sunny, the two of you basking in the glow of the other's love. Sure, the problem wasn’t solved and Cater would still have to work on opening up to you, but it was a start, and you’d be by his side supporting him through all his ups and downs.

[angstymdzsthoughts]

(⏾1/?)I'm slowly going through your blog and have just finished looking through the Corporate Spy AU's... And I'm just thinking, what if when WWX was blamed, LWJ did stand with him? Everything is too clean, leads too easily. Plus, if WWX really was doing this, where are all his funds? All the proof that he's been profiting from the espionage? His uncle looks at him with distain. Obviously, his love for WWX is blinding him. If he insists to stand by him...

(⏾2/?) Then LWJ cannot stay a part of this family if he will stand by someone so against this family! LWJ stares his uncle down and... Says "If that is truly what you believe, then so be it." LQR is too proud to back down, and so he disowns his youngest nephew. LXC is disappointed that LWJ is standing with WWX and disappointed that LQR would disown LWJ, but ultimately thinks its for the best. Because otherwise couldn't WWX just use LWJ to get back into their system?

(⏾3/?) Cut off from his family and with his husband in jail, LWJ has to find a job, a way to take care of his young son, a new home. When WWX gets out of jail, he joins his husband and son. Their life is hard... But fulfilling. Then, the thirteen years later when the scandal drops, LQR and LXC come rushing back, apologizing to LWJ (and notably not WWX) and wanting him back in the family. But they broke that bond when they disowned LWJ for standing up for his husband.

(⏾4/4) They chose to take the easy and convenient target rather than dig deeper. LXC stood by and gave JGY easy access and there's not a single word against him despite his obvious grief about how JGY acted... So no. No he isn't taking their money and he's not coming back. They can live with the fact that /they/ broke that bond. That LWJ doesn't trust them and likely never will.

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This is hands down the most accurate LWJ reaction in this AU. He embodies that 'I have done nothing wrong ever' 'I know this and I love you' meme with WWX.

[sylvieserene]

cannot be the only one who hates when people ship the fairy costume x shadow milk cookie. Like ship whoever you want, but the costume is made specifically for Purelily shippers. I don’t wanna be that person, but it’s like they’re asking for hate ☹️

I personally dislike it but because of a few things that ultimately traces back to the hypocritical nature of this fandom.

I think most folks know that this costume is probably the MOST hated set in the game and if you visit twitter, you...just won't like it in there to say the least. From hating to attacking, everything goes for that set.

It is hated by both ShadowVanilla + Elderlily shippers (ofc) cuz:

"It should've been EF!! THEY WERE ROBBED"

"If not EF then SM plz."

"PV is ugly. Get him out."

"Ew he's molesting WL."

"WL is the one carrying this set. It should've been just her."

"This costume set was a mistake."

"I hate this."

The list goes on.

Most folks do keep mentioning the fact that WL slayed etc which she did, the costume is really pretty and on surface level? Everything seems alright but if you dig a lil deeper on the said users, you'll find NO history of them even caring, let alone talking about her outside Elderlily or in a lot cases, at all.

The same people who hate PV just being there, the "ugliness" (yes, the word ugly is being heavily used when it comes down to him) that comes down with him and how he should not have been there in the first place are the same folks who rejoice when PV is drawn in that same "ugly-ass" costume with SM.

Same folks like, reblog and comment like it's the second coming of Jesus and treat it as some holy event lol

This hypocritical behaviour is vast and funny at the same time lol

What I find the most funny is, this costume came from an explicitly Purelily content, but suddenly none of it is good cuz it's about PV and WL and it should've been just her but at the same time, they'll drag PV's costume with them to ship with SM.

Now some ppl will say that "HEY THATS CUZ WL SHOULD SHINE ON HER OWN NOT WITH JUST A GUY."

But is it REALLY about just that?

Because if it is so, why does this costume set gain the hate? Why should it have been Elder Faerie?

Why do all these folks feel the need to keep mentioning how WL looks amazing but PV has to go but then at the same time, treat that very costume as the most beautiful thing ever when it's SM?

So is it REALLY about just the costume or WL or is it about a misogynistic view on WL and the urge to fit shipping agendas?

Because I'm willing to bet if it was EF, the costume set wouldn't faced any heat. Suddenly it being an AU scenario wouldn't have mattered and it would've been the ultimate "proof" that Elderlily is canon but since it's Purelily, it sucks.

Like someone who borrows your work but never credits you.

It’s just like someone copying your art project, using the parts they like, and then trashing your name when people ask where it came from.

Cuz that's exactly whats happening here.

The said-fans consistently hate this set cuz it's "ugly" but at the same time, when taken seperate, they suddenly love everything about it.

The same folks who felt it's "terrible" just a few moments back when tagged with WL and felt the overwhelming urge to keep writing how she slayed every other comment.

It's like that one meme where when a fan tears down a character all the time but, the moment they're called out, they say "But I like her too! I reblogged fanart once!" as if that magically excuses all the other behavior.

So the question is,

Do they even mean it?

Or they're saying so to not come off as misogynistic?

I personally feel it's the latter because they never talk about WL meaningfully beyond that. If you check, almost all their history is filled with ShadowVanilla and Elderlily content which isn't wrong but the way they show their concern as if it's affecting WL's very autonomy (when it's literally not) and how they're concerned about it is incredibly hypocritical.

Because these same ppl also have expressed posts and comments with thousands of likes and reblogs on how WL should've married EF and stayed in the Faerie kingdom forever.

Heck they even say that EF and WL got married in this AU set WHEN THERE'S NO EVIDENCE FOR THAT :D

Ultimately, I just really hate that folks who hate Purelily and this costume set so blatantly, get their attitudes changed in a sec when the narrative is changed to their agendas and would attack you aggressively if you say anything against that cultivated narrative but wouldn't hesitate in doing so to the Purelily community. Heck, they won't even THANK the ship for the beautiful set they love interacting and using for themselves let alone even talk about it outside of criticising it.

It's almost as if the word "Purelily" burns them if they say it.

They certainly would hate on it, not acknowledge its positives but def rip off from its positives.

So yeah, I personally hate this particular behaviour regarding the set.

Not to mention the mischaracterisation that accompanies it all.

Viridescent PV is labelled as just a simp and all his other personality traits are completely erased. Like even under the potion, he simply just proposed to WL, nothing beyond that. He didn't "simp", he simply proposed to the woman both of his dreams and love (literally and metaphorically) to be his wife, a person who through tears had to say that they can't be together forever cuz duty and reminds him of his as well which he accepts and starts wondering how he'll get over her in the morning.

Even under the potion, Viridescent PV def had his nuances and even a personality of that of a benevolent responsible king who just was in love with another who can't be his forever as well.

That's exactly the reason it's a tragic comedy because the situation is not only ironic but also happened due to what's a potion (which may or may not have been the reason PV is acting this way cuz it's the faeries who assume so, we have no idea if it's true cuz unreliable narrator)

But nope in CRK fandom, it's nothing but just a simp costume and reserved for simping. If it's with WL then bad but with SM? Very good!

So yeah, this is basically my thoughts on it.

TLDR, I don't mind if someone uses his costume for shipping it with SM, Idt its waiting to be hated on either but I really, REALLY hate it when they act like it's the worst thing ever when it's with WL when they don't even care about her outside shipping and are hating SOLELY because she's there with PV while also being self-aware that this may come off as misogynistic so actively doing damage control as well.

If you’re gonna use the aesthetics or symbols from a ship you don’t like, at least stop pretending that ship is trash. Don't profit off it and then spit on it.

It's really garbage behaviour.

[sdmsims]

being annoying and thinking out loud here..

i've been at this for 6 years (or at least, that's how long this blog has been around for) and the way the general culture around modding has shifted is kinda. sad

like i sound like a broken record and many others have the same sentiment, but modding discoveries and advancements from today would've made people in 2018 shit their pants... and instead of it being harnessed for unbridled creativity, it just... sits.

modding has become a job now for people. a community that was built by hobbyists has turned overwhelmingly capitalistic, especially with the rise of SL sellers jumping to ts4 to make a quick buck with no real passion for the game or its community.

when modding becomes a paycheck, it also becomes stagnant. people are afraid to take risks and start things they may never finish and do things out of the ordinary, because that doesn't sell well.

and the most frustrating things is... people keep enabling this. yes, there's more and more people vocally upset about the increasing 'de-hobbyfication' of modding, but the community around the sims is huge, and considering how we see more and more SL brands flocking to get their fill... there's definitely a non-zero number of people who are allowing this to continue with their wallets

the sims 4, for all its flaws, is the most malleable sims game in my opinion. if you have a desire to learn and a goal, you can mold the game into whatever the hell you want - and that's amazing. it's the type of game with the type of freedom to expand on and change whatever that i dreamed about since i was a kid playing mysims. it can be just a dollhouse, a dressup game, a shitpost simulator... but it can also be whatever you want if you have an idea, some time, and patience.

so... despite it all, i encourage everyone to just create. make stupid meme tshirt recolors for yourself and your friend's inside jokes, convert your anime boyfriend's model parts just so your simself can make out with him, dig deeper and deeper into the paths that hobbyists of the past have forged to create something new and weird that caters to nobody but yourself

create what you want to see and what makes you happy, no matter how 'small' it is

[bunybunn]

Okay enough time passed for me to try to put it all my thoughts about the Dream situation in one place at least until the Shut up i'm talking (patreon only 7$!!!) episode comes out.

First of all let's not forget that all of this started because Dream got involved in Twitter beef that had nothing to do with him. Sure xQc mentioned Dream's name but it was in reference to Tommy "dickriding" Dream when he was starting making content. It was dig at Tommy that didn't needed Dream's response in the slightest however the green guy didn't care and posted meme using r-word. Which obviously gain shit ton of backlash from every normal enough person because that is a slur. This also means that a lot of people reacted and talked about it including Tubbo.

The fact that this followed with 3 hours stream where Dream specifically reacted to Tubbo is ridiculous by itself. All he had to do is apologise and take responsibility for using a slur but instead Dream felt the need to pull out old controversy and pull more content creators into it. Additionally despite himself claiming that you should not cut things out of context he was skipping parts of Tubbo's stream and did not watched in in full. Also it's important to mention that the "apology" he did said in the said stream was especially "I saw people on Internet calling me that and I thought that means I can use it as a slur as well" which is an insane take that also sounded like something little kid would use as ane excuse.

Next important stop is Tommy's response. It was basically just Tommy telling Dream that he doesn't want to associate with him anymore. It's worth pointing out Tom's video was done in one take style, the was no big editing but rather just Tommy shearing his opinion and his feelings. Because of that we got few hyperboles like Dream "harassing" Tommy's mom and him being described as a movie villain-like.

Then you have the Dreams response to Tommy that was definitely not done with good intentions. Unlike Tom's one Dream's video was edited, he added music, pictures that were not proofs but were there to invoked specific emotions and also a short in Minecraft scene when he referenced his dream smp character. In my opinion that video was perfect example of how to manipulate audiences with content. He ensured that Tom's arguments seemed ridiculous, usually by taking it out of context like he did with the sexism part as well as with Tommy saying he was behind dream smp success, or pulled heavier accusations that make Tommy looked bad. Keep in mind how insane it actually was to after Dream had his content and merch be called lazy going straight to using case of scummy company that produced Tommy's merch at some point and has legal case against it that Dream had no deeper knowledge about and using rumors that Tommy is/was mistreating his editors using screanshots that were cropped and taken without consent of people in those. All of it while Dream was trying to act like he is still the good guy who so respects everyone and just wants everyone to get along.

The thing is Tubbo's discussion with Dream proved that was absolute bullshit. During the conversation it was clear genuinely expected it to go as he usually described private calls aka after he gets to explain himself the other person will see it his way. Unfortunately for him he heavily underestimated Tubbo, who did phenomenal job try to point out Dream missteps and make good arguments. Still Dream's behaviour was very much manipulative during it. I think the moment that shows it the most was the part where they talked about the merch company where Tubbo got to the point where he slipped and mentioned that there was one case of child labor in said company, something that clear came from his insider knowledge, and Dream started to use Tubbo's words against him to justify himself even though he had not know about it when making his video therefore it was irrelevant. His attitude also was very much "rules for thee not for me" any time Tubbo tried to hold Dream to the same standards Dream is holding other people who talk about him. Another thing that rubbed me the wrong way was how hard Dream was trying to make himself look good at the very end of the discussion by throwing complements and trying to act as if everything got resolved. I'm pretty sure he hoped this would encourage people to talking it out with him in private but I feel this might have the opposite effect since everyone got to see how such call would potencialy look like.

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

OOH, I'm VERY excited to see another Karen episode today! Back to our roots, huh Team. I see you 😌↕️ and still got "SMG4:" prefix in the title there...

also the pattern's shattered but meh *shrugs* who cares about that

Alright, chat, all bets in! Are we getting the arc this time? Let's see...

(the following is my live reaction:)

SMG4 being sponsored by a DC game oh shit, they've really come a long way..... ROGER CRAIG SMITH?! IN MY SMG4 EP?! welp i did not have that in my bingo card

really funny considering some pages of the Sonic x DC crossover are popping up on the same day (my favorite blue guys 💙)

anyway, about the SMG4 Batman signal....

oh... we're really starting off like this, huh

I can already tell this is going to be an emotional episode. god, this really hits heavy with inflation and stuff.

no... please don't tell me....

NO NO NO

"Eviction notice: Indeed, you have been evicted from the premises. Effective immediately, you are to get the actual hell away from this place. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here. Which was home. Geddit?"

ALREADY TRYING TO PISS ME OFF? BC OH BOY IS IT WORKING. YA VERAS LO TE VOY HACER HIJO DE SU—

alright alright, gotta calm down. there's gotta be another way, right?

oh the kids, nooooo

4 PLEASE HELP THEM

just the fact Karen's able to confide with SMG4, wow. Ever since the "We Must Kill Mario" episode, it seems like Karen's been able to trust him in a time of need, especially for her kids.

Sure, 4 and the Crew always get into wacky shenanigans with a side of trauma (like what happened in Puzzle Park) but she still does trust him, which is very sweet to think about. even if she didn't open up the text message, she already knows 4 would be willing to help her if he could

WHAT?

smh 😔 just another day in the SMG4 universe (also 4 absolutely recorded it for a video, he would)

oh wait he did. shoot. well, at least it was considerate of 4 to let her know anyway

ok side note: I find it hilarious that 4 would be sending memes to anyone he knows besides the Crew (he is a meme guardian after all) and Karen be the one to respond with "K". I love that for him.

huh. the Monopoly Man must've really hit rock bottom to be in a homeless shelter rn

DEPRESSO?! you're back, after all this time?

oh hey Mario! still looking for cheese? understandable (i also love cheese)

Mario: "Mmm, free goo." ...don't do that to me, don't say that *IGBP flashbacks*

NOW HOLD UP SHE'S RIGHT, HOW COME THEY CAN'T GET A SERVING TOO?

YEAH GET HIS ASS

oh, never expected the same shot from The Incredibles movie

OH, ARE WE FINALLY GETTING MORE OF HER BACKSTORY? she did say before that she took the job to make a living away from desperate times

AW that's our lovable goofball, willing to help his friends 💙

Oh. not that i expected much anyway. I thought that maybe a tent?

Really nice of Mario to keep his word and not tell the kids yet

Uh. What's all that about? NO NO go back, what was that?

*head in hands* Team, really? did you really have to dig the knife even deeper with the Koopa family moving in, c'mon

OGH BABY KAREN NOOO 😢

she was really this young? oh hun

*pauses and stares at the Team* alright, do tell. who the HELL is this secret organization?

not only has this organization taken advantage of Karen when she was young and vulnerable, but they also had the audacity of not letting her go after she EXPLICITLY told them she quit a long time ago bc of her kids. Seriously, I bet Karen was even picked solely because she was homeless. Their justification would probably be: "she's got nothing left to lose, that's why she chose us. besides, it's not like anyone's going to miss her if she died on the job"

Not that note, there better not be anyone blaming Karen for not seeing this coming bc if it wasn't obvious, she was a stray kitten desperately trying to survive on her own all her life. Ofc she would take the job, how can she not? There was stability, someplace to go. Even if it came with risks. But above all, she had the courage to leave the job for her kids. if that's not a good mother, I don't know what else to say

man, this organization's EVIL evil

THE KIDS (the Team's trying to destroy me /silly)

FAMILYYYY 🥹

oh right, chat, say it with me now (mickey clubhouse style): Oh, Mario!

AY that's pretty good 😄👍

WELCOME TO THE CRIB ✌️

Karen, you're going to tell the truth eventually. It's better now or never

THIS WHOLE SCENE MANNN, IT LEGITIMATELY MADE ME CRY

IT GOT ME. THIS. THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE AN EMOTIONAL YET SILLY EPISODE.

you did it Team. here you go, my stamp of approval ⭐️

SAME MARIO SAME

uh. what.

we did get 4 and Karen as a fighting duo, could we get one with Mario?

welp Monoploy Man owns Amazon now, someone edit the wiki. but that's only in the SMG4 universe. FUCK

y'know, you could've started with that, Mr. Monopoly

WE"RE GOING HOME LET'S GOOOO 🎉

idc what SOME people, LET US HAVE THIS. let them go home 🥹

*record scratch* wait what?

the walkie-talkie? wha....

WHAT? HUH?!

WAIT NONONONO DON'T CUT TO BLACK TEAM TEAM DON'T YOU DARE ROLL THE CREDITS

*flips desk* are you. fuckin. kidding me? they did that? to US? to ME? AAAAAAAA [We'll Be Right Back, after these messages :)]

Uh anyway, congrats to FalconaVasa for your fanart being featured in the end credits🎉 getting some luigi fanart in here, we love to see it :)

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Nope. I'm still not over that ending. I gotta go and leave the room for a sec. I can't believe we went from emotional to "surprise! it's the start of an arc!!"

TEAM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? AAAAAAAA. AAAAAAAAA.

Alright, I do have to wrap this review so I'll keep this quick. Without a doubt, we are entering into an arc starring Karen and Mario which can easily be connected to the "We Must Kill Mario" and "The Fight of All Time" episodes. As for the antagonist, we have a couple of choices:

The secret organization—they have been a big turning point in Karen's life and they keep bothering her with jobs she doesn't want to do

Marty—we do still have a hit on him and he still has a grudge against Mario

The father of Karen's kids—Karen mentioned it once in the last episode she starred in and may be associated with the organization itself

or an entirely new villain we don't know about

It can't be Mr Puzzles since (1) he's still in prison, (2) it's too early for that, (3) he doesn't have a personal grudge against Karen. And for those who say it's Shadow Man being part of the organization, I'm going to quote from Anaidon here:

Shadow Man is not canon in the SMG4 universe, and is merely an OC Anaidon puts it in the assigned scenes as an easter egg for fans to find. Ofc there is a chance that the Team could propose their OCs/AUs for future storylines (they are pretty cool). But at this time, after all the planning they've done, it just wouldn't be possible. Side note: if the Team's going to introduce a new villain, they plan several episodes for us to get to know the character before an arc actually happens.

What about Niles? We technically didn't meet him until the Revelations Arc. Or even Wren?

Niles wasn't entirely new, he stemmed from the Genesis arc so we as the audience can keep up with what we already knew. With Wren, we've seen him before WS, whenever Meggy retells it. And, knowing Meggy as a character, we knew Wren was a big influence on her. Now, the argument can be said with Mr Puzzles for him not appearing until the IGBP movie (episode-wise). But even then, he actually appeared until the end of WOTFI 2023 and was the mastermind working behind the scenes. His small appearances ARE his build-up to what his character was like.

When we're dealing with an arc, we have to have our main cast. Karen and Mario, obviously, and for the conflict to make sense, the antagonist has to be related to the two. But I never said there only had to be one antagonist. We could have more than one.

As for Mario, we might have to determine which side he's on. Mario accepted the mission given by whoever talked through the walkie-talkie. Accepted it, with a serious tone. It could be that he was threatened or offered a deal he can't refuse.

Well, here's my mini-theory (yes, cue the intro): when the sounds of the walkie-talkie were going off, it reminded me a lot of the static/standing-by noise Mr Puzzles done before, luring the Crew into the basement "No TV Make Mario Not Okie Dokie" and Mario in "Incredible Game Show Spectacular". Like it was hypnotic. If you really think about it, it's really symbolic at the end of the PV movie, Puzzles making the same noise at his defeat (representing the mind control over the Crew) and 4 smashing his head to stop said noise (representing their freedom). But AGAIN, not saying Puzzles is back for this arc. But I think the walkie-talkie noise was a tool to hypnotize whoever found it in the trash, which happened to be Mario of all people. That's why I'm leaning toward the organization or Marty being the ones behind it. Both of them keep a close eye on Karen and Mario that they have a chance to plant it there. And let's go back to the "We Must Kill Mario" episode, where the first thing we see Mario is when he charges toward the trash bin for a wizard outfit. This isn't the first time either when in "Trash Friends", Mario hides in the dump and is willing to eat trash-made spoiled spaghetti for his own purposes. If anyone would be able to catch on to this, it would be these two antagonists, to hypnotize Mario.

Sorry, got a little sidetracked there. More of my fever talk in there. Ben, you have anything to say?

"Something bad is about to happen." (uh yeah, no shit. still not over what you said last time.) another user: "Brings back such memories when you posted 🔔 and the whole (English) community went crazy thinking it had something to do with SMG4" "Calm down. Yeah, I'm going to do that when the time comes, haha" user: "leave us alone dude" (/silly) ":3"

...sigh. Really, Ben? You really are a menace, my god. Well, too bad I'm bilingual. Anyway, this has been an amazing episode with Karen and the kids. Everything from the voice acting to the animation to the script, oh boy. Team, you really did it. It really hit close to home, such a good story touching a bit of reality there. Like I said time to time again, love is a powerful force that helped the Crew overcome numerous obstacles. Even if it came to a cost, these characters always prevailed.

People have been saying that Karen ended up having no actual consequences by the end of the episode, but honestly, I want this ending. Some people are at risk of losing their homes or who already did. Some parents who suffered a terrible childhood do not want to pass it on to their kids. Some don't get the happy ending Karen and her kids did, but it's one wished for. For Karen, a character who we see working at multiple jobs and caring for her kids, let her have this. This show isn't meant to be realistic in the first place, but it does bring in real topics, and having these characters triumph over their hardships, sparks hope for the people also struggling with it.

If they can, you can too.

Well, that's all from me. Kinda left in charge of production last minute, so I gotta go! Thanks for stopping by, I'll see you all next time, and remember: numbers always go first.

....what's that?

I lost the bet so I owe you all cans of Rizz soda and ideas for my AU? uhhhhhhhh 🏃‍➡️🏃‍➡️🏃‍➡️

[eyneyke]

The internet does it's thing

Pairing: Max Verstappen x PewDiePie!sibling Summary: What if Felix had a genius brother who works as a RedBull's engineer and is also secretly dating Max part 4 of A Calm to my Storm Masterlist

Sam's unexpected appearance on Felix's livestream sparks an internet frenzy

Once Sam had appeared on Felix’s livestream, the internet hadn’t stopped buzzing about him. Sure, the initial hype had quieted down a bit, but Twitter remained relentless, trying to figure out more about this mysterious, handsome brother of PewDiePie.

"Who is Sam?!" one user tweeted, accompanied by screenshots from the livestream.

"Why did Felix never tell us he had a hot brother??? 😭" another added, sparking a thread of speculation.

It wasn’t long before a random user pieced together a potential clue that sent the fandom into a frenzy. One F1 fan stumbled across a photo from a recent Red Bull Racing victory celebration, featuring Max Verstappen and the team in high spirits after another win.

The user posted: "Wait… is that Sam???" alongside a zoomed-in image of a man with red hair in an overgrown mullet, standing amongst the Red Bull engineers. He was casually laughing with a few teammates, wearing a Red Bull shirt with sleeves pushed up, showing off his slightly muscular arms.

Within minutes, the tweet exploded.

Twitterer29: "OMG THAT IS SAM!"

Twitterer30:"He’s working with Red Bull?? NO WAY."

Twitterer31: "FELIX’S BROTHER IS A RED BULL ENGINEER??? THIS IS THE CROSSOVER I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED."

Twitter fans were relentless, digging deeper. It wasn’t long before the conversation spilled over to Reddit, where dedicated threads were made, dissecting every piece of new information about Sam. F1 fans and PewDiePie’s community suddenly merged in the most unexpected crossover.

One of the top posts on the F1 subreddit read: “Sam Kjellberg – PewDiePie's Brother and Max Verstappen's Engineer? What We Know So Far”. The thread was full of photos fans had found of Sam working on Max's car. Some were candid shots of him in the Red Bull garage, focused as he worked on the car’s intricate parts, others were from race weekends, him with a headset on, talking to the team.

Reddit went into full detective mode:

"Confirmed: Sam’s a mechanical engineer for Red Bull Racing!" one user posted, linking to various articles about the Red Bull team that mentioned a "Sam" in passing, though never linking him to Felix until now.

"He’s one of the main engineers for Max's car," another user wrote, quoting an F1 article about Verstappen’s engineering team. “This guy isn’t just some random – he’s one of the brains behind Max’s success.”

The thirst was real and relentless:

Random_Comment32: "Not only is Sam Kjellberg hot, but he also helps make Max’s car go vroom-vroom super fast?? This man has everything."

Random_Comment34: "Okay but Sam with a mullet and muscles and he works in F1? I’m literally in love."

As more people scoured the internet for photos of Red Bull’s team members, it wasn’t long before they found more shots of Sam in action. In one, he was leaning over Max’s car during practice, his shirt stretching slightly against his biceps. In another, he was caught mid-laugh with other engineers during a downtime moment in the garage. Each new photo sparked a flood of comments:

Random_Comment35: "This man can fix cars, computers, and probably my heart 😍."

Random_Comment36: "PewDiePie was hiding his hot, talented brother this whole time."

The F1 fandom started embracing Sam as part of their world, with a mix of awe at his technical skills and lighthearted thirst. Some of the memes started pouring in:

Random_Comment37: "Max Verstappen’s true secret weapon: Sam Kjellberg’s arms."

Random_Comment38: "F1 is just a side gig for Sam, his real talent is breaking the internet with his looks."

Even Max fans were getting in on the action, half-joking that Sam should be credited for the driver’s victories:

Random_Comment39: "Max wins because Sam fixes his car and probably intimidates the competition with those muscles."

Meanwhile, back on Twitter, someone summarised the entire internet’s reaction perfectly: "This is the weirdest timeline. Felix Kjellberg’s brother is both an engineer for the world’s biggest F1 team and the internet’s new crush."

As more people jumped into the investigation, the photos kept coming, with each new image of Sam in the Red Bull garage only adding to the legend. What started as a casual appearance in Felix’s livestream had spiralled into a full-blown internet obsession.

The thirst was real, and as one Redditor aptly put it: "Sam might just be the only person who could unite PewDiePie fans and F1 fans in one massive, thirsty fandom."

[likae]

Slipping Through My Fingers

starring : agatha harkness x fem reader x lilia calderu

sypnosis : someone you love, someone you hate, and someone you remember walks through closed doors. old emotions arise, clinging to the last thread of restraint.

content : angst, repressed anger, and unsaid feelings. there is no happy ending. tread carefully.

word count : 1,842

author’s words : this is my first ever published fanfic, yippeeeeeee! i’m squealing in excitement. i genuinely hope u guys luv it. reqs are open! also, please feel free to yap: theories, giggles, memes, etc. i luv reading them! i look forward to whatever is in store, please do enjoy :3!

Clink, clink, clink—a sound that signified someone had entered your store. Having just finished reshelving the stock behind the counter, you turned around to greet the customer with a big smile on your face, “Welcome in to The Old Ages!”

What you hadn’t expected, however, was to be met with the very face you vowed to never see again. The face that filled you with great rage and immense regret. Yet, it was that same face that made you feel a deeper emotion—the kind that was tangible that it extended to a bright glow on your face. The kind that was hard to ignore. This was etched deeper in history, though—just as it was etched in your very heart.

Whatever emotion flickered on your face at that very moment, she had noticed. Yet, you gave it no time to sink in. You looked away, sorting through your thoughts, unsure what to make of the situation. She took small, tentative steps forward—almost as if to let you decide. Decide if you were okay with her being in your space or decide that she had no right to be there. You hadn’t been the best in deciding.

Before you knew it, she stood in front of you. The only thing separating the two of you was the counter. As you hesitatingly scanned her features, a part of you felt taken back to good times; she hadn’t changed. Not a sign of time leaving marks on her supple skin—‘cept for a few wrinkles, maybe. But you had thought it to be a sign of her smiling too much—an optimism you reached for, hoping her life was filled with happy days. You knew it to be unlikely, but you had clung to the dream that she was doing well.

She lets out a small smile—one that seemed to say, "I'm glad to see you've been well"—and that’s when you notice. The very same blue eyes that had the look of the lightest feather seemed to be replaced by something far more heavy and dreary. It shouldn't have surprised you, yet it did.

She scanned your face, as if she couldn't believe you were right in front of her. A tinge of regret, sorrow, and sadness washed over her face, hidden behind that faint smile of hers. Maybe she was reminiscing too, just like you. Her eyes formed a myriad of thoughts—the quiet in the room being an illusion. Though words had not yet been said, the weighing emptiness of sound had said more than enough.

She inhaled deeply, as if to signify she was going to say something. You had hoped it would be something short. Something that didn’t have to dig up older wounds. Something that you could lightheartedly joke about. Something that could keep the conversation excruciatingly short. Something. Anything.

Your name left her lips.

Then a pause. 

Her eyebrows wrinkled just a little. Subtle enough to have been missed if you weren't paying attention. Hesitance was clear as day. She reached for words. Yet, she couldn't say anything.

"How are you?"

A pang went through your chest.

How are you?

You let out an incredulous laugh. Unbelievable. All this time, and the first words she says are your name and a check-up greeting.

How are you? Funny. You wish you had an answer. You didn't know whether you were still in the process of healing or your heart had been carved out whole. You didn't know whether you felt everything or nothing. 

Or maybe, just maybe, you were afraid to face it.

To face the emotions you thought you had long forgotten.

To face her.

"How am I? How are you?" Your sharp tone cut through the air. It had taken her aback, her eyes widening just a little. Perhaps your voice was a lot louder than you had intended, but so much was bubbling deep within you. So, so, so, so much.

Carefully choosing her words, she broke eye contact, shifting her focus to the shelf behind you. The shelf you had just finished restocking was lined up with an array of vintage trinkets: jewelry, picture frames, music boxes, and... cameo brooches. As her eyes landed on them, she stroked the one hanging from her neck. The one she wore as a necklace. Your eyes shifted to it too. Memories hit you. You wish it hadn't.

Her eyes shifted back to you. She stopped touching her necklace, placing her hand on the edge of the counter. She inhaled deeply, her blue eyes piercing through your skin. As if she knows your running thoughts. As if she can hear them all and she's trying to find a breakthrough. That split moment felt longer than it should have.

"I'm sorry."

Your eyes widened, your breath shaking. Two words you would have never thought to hear from her. The two words you wish you had heard a long, long, long time ago. The two words you thought could've solved everything.

But could it?

Your heart raced. Your mind reeled. Two words—that was enough to send you spiraling. You thought it would solve everything. That you could smile and say you forgave her. That you could hug her and welcome her back in your life. Those two words you sought for all this time.

You staggered backwards, your eyes meeting hers once more. Her eyes are glossy. Her hand reached out instinctively to provide a sense of comfort but retracted knowing her position.

You had been shifting between ranges of emotions—ones that contradict and support one another. You had been confused about why now she had decided to show up until your eyes landed on her hand that was resting on the edge of the marble counter.

The black that tainted her fingers was gone. The epitome of evil had disappeared from off her hands. That damned book that had been the catalyst of everything awful. The final straw that drove you to walk away—to walk away from her. 

She must have noticed your hardened gaze. One directed at her fingertips. She took her hand off the counter. Her stature shrank just a little—feeling small. You let out a wry chuckle, and she flinched. The oh-so-collected-and-sure-of-herself witch flinched from your laugh alone.

"Oh, Agatha...," you scoffed, "did losing the Darkhold finally knock some sense into you?"

It was her turn to be taken aback. Hurt was evident in her eyes. Her face fell. Only you could possibly twist the deepest emotions in Agatha Harkness. And you reveled in it.

The pit of your stomach twisted, feeling guilty. Deep down you didn't want to hurt her, but you couldn't stop yourself from lashing out. Old emotions bubbled to the surface, showing the ugly you had hidden all this time. 

"Don't look at me like that. This much was to be expected, no?" Your voice quivered, unsure what to feel.

Agatha looked guilty—felt guilty. You bit your lower lip, feeling awful. In truth, you wanted to hug her, comfort her, love her. But this cannot be a repeat of the same story—one that took place centuries ago.

Both of you flinched when the wind chime let out a sound yet again. Both of you shifted your focus to the figure entering the store. Your tense muscles relaxed when you realized who it was—Lilia Calderu.

She was the older lady who occupied the store next door—sweet, kind, and loving. The exact opposite of what Agatha stood for. All the more, Lilia was a fellow witch.

Your apparent relaxedness caught the eye of Agatha, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Dear, it's lunch break. Have you-" Her eyes landed on the woman before you. "Are you still taking care of a customer?" Worry carried through her voice as she walked to your side, knowing you had a habit of overworking.

Your fingers found their way to the hem of your shirt, fidgeting. A telltale to both Agatha and Lilia alike that you were feeling anxious. That you wished to get away from a current situation. Their eyes flickered to your fingers. Then—to add even more tension—they both made eye contact. 

Lilia's arm snakes its way through your waist protectively. You instinctively melted in her touch. Agatha’s gaze hardened for better or for worse. Lilia’s eyes never left the other woman’s. Then—as if the tension hadn’t been there already—the air became heavier, pressing on your very existence. The burning presence of the woman you swore to never see again and the loving presence of the woman you swore to care deeply for clashed against one another. It was tangible.

“Dear, is she a welcome guest?” Lilia’s sharp tone cut through the air, her hand around your waist pulling you closer.

You hesitated, your fingers leaving your shirt. You paused to look at Agatha. Her eyes flickered to meet yours, her gaze softening when it did. Behind those deep-sea eyes, an apology was spoken yet again. Your heart tightened in your chest.

Lilia’s focus shifted to you. You looked at her, and you were met with a kind gaze. Your heart banged against the cage you kept it in. Your emotions came to a boiling point. Unsure whether to tear the cage down or to reinforce it. Let Agatha Harkness in yet again, or choose to shut that door closed. Forever. And, regrettably, you replayed the memories you lived through. All for Agatha Harkness.

Pain and anger rose.

Yet. Again.

Your face was noticeably shrouded with the deepest of anger and hurt. Beneath that, though, was nothing but pure love for Agatha Harkness. One that will be left bottled up for centuries to come. Love that had a place to go, but it was a place to be left abandoned. A place unreachable—not because you couldn’t go in, no, but because you caged yourself in. To some place safe. A place you fled to, blind.

Both Lilia and Agatha silently waited for your answer. 

A bitter taste seeped in through your tongue, unable to stop the words that followed. “She’s an unwelcome one.”

Agatha’s face fell. Lilia’s was more on the worried side. She spared a look at the other woman—a silent request of ‘go.’ Agatha opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself. 

Uncountable years left a space and gap between the two of you—bigger than the both of you could even care to admit. Time slipped. And exactly just like that, Agatha turned to leave. Slipping through the glass doors, leaving you alone for good.

You let go of the breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. Your breathing labored, the air not being better at all even though the woman had left. You were unsure whether a burden was lifted or another one came in. 

Lilia stood by your side, quietly observing you. 

Silence.

“Dear?” She softly spoke.

“Hm?” You looked up at her, quietly wishing she wouldn’t say anything else.

“You okay?” Her hand moved up to your arm, providing a sense of comfort.

You smiled. A smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Are you okay?

You’re not quite sure.

One thing was sure, though: time wasn't and isn't your bestfriend.

Time never heals.

p.s. : boo! did u enjoy the angst? hehe. also, guys, time does heal. if it hasn’t, i’m sending you hugs. i hope u heal well, whatever it is you’re going through. take care!