#do i have to put tone indicators bc if so /j

[for-tymora]

*sees the way an artist (you) draws mouths* Oh, so you’re like HORNY horny.

Just take me out back and put me down why don't you

[jiraisupportgroup]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Guide To Tone Tags ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Tone tags are little indicators people put at the end of a sentence or message to clarify the intent or feelings of that message ^-^ you’ve probably seen them before. They’re really helpful especially online because it can be difficult to tell the tone of something online through text, especially if you don’t know the person and their usual speaking habits.

Just as a note: please don’t use these ironically. It defeats the purpose of tone tags and can be very confusing for some people! Just leave the tone tag out if you’re being sarcastic about it.

♡ General Tone ♡

• /j - Joking - this message isn’t serious, it’s a joke.

• /hj - Half Joking - they are joking about something but they are also likely to do it or believe what they are saying. It’s a joke and it’s not serious, but there is a little bit of truth in it. (Usually this is in the form of exaggeration i.e. “I hate twitter/hj” means they don’t really hate twitter, they do dislike some aspects of it though)

• /s or /sarc - Sarcastic - they’re saying something that is opposite of what they actually mean or feel. (Sarcasm online is also represented a lot by using long words and random capitalization i.e. “I nEvEr Would HaVe KnoOoooooOOOWnnN” they mean this sarcastically - they knew).

• /srs - Serious - they really mean what they are saying, or what they’re saying is very important to them.

• /nsrs - Not Serious - they do not mean what they are saying or what they’re saying isn’t a big deal.

• /lh - Lighthearted - they don’t mean this too seriously, it’s for fun or generally well intentioned.

• /g or /gen - Genuine - what they are saying or offering is for real, they mean what they are saying sincerely, or they are actually asking for responses for a question - it’s not rhetorical.

• /nf - Not Forced - they’re asking for something but they’re not trying to pressure you or force you into doing it.

• /m -Metaphorically - what they’re saying isn’t literal or didn’t literally happen, they’re using this as a metaphor for a different situation.

• /li - Literally - the thing they are talking about actually for real happened or they believe it fully.

• /rt or /rh - Rhetorical Question - a question they don’t necessarily want responses to, it’s a statement posed as a question to make you think about the topic as opposed to actually asking for an answer.

• /hyp - Hyperbole - what they’re saying is extremely exaggerated for comedic effect or to stress something.

• /ex - Exaggeration - what they’re saying is somewhat exaggerated for comedic effect or to stress something.

• /pos - Positive - they mean this in a good way.

• /neg - Negative - they mean this in a bad way.

• /neu - Neutral - they don’t really have strong feelings on this or don’t really have an opinion on it.

♡ Feelings of the Author ♡

• /nm - Not Mad - they’re not mad about what they’re talking about

• /lu - A Little Upset - they’re a bit disappointed or sad or angry about what they’re talking about, but not too much.

• /p - Platonic - they mean this in a friendly way, they view you as a friend.

• /r - Romantic - they mean this in a romantic way, they view you as a love interest, crush, or partner.

♡ Intent of Message ♡

• /t - Teasing - they’re kidding around and teasing you, it’s not too serious.

• /th - Threat - this is an actual threat that they intent on following through with (I mostly see this one used ironically which irks me bc it defeats the entire purpose of using a tone tag so just be aware of that).

• /sx or /x - Sexual Intent - they mean this in a flirtatious and sexual way.

• /nsx or /ns - Non-Sexual Intent - they do not mean this in a sexual way, it’s more so platonic, joking, or lighthearted.

• /nbr - Not Being Rude - they’re not trying to be rude by saying this (note that this does not automatically mean what they’re saying is not rude, you can still be rude even if it’s not your intention to be).

♡ Who is Being Talked To or About ♡

• /nbh - Nobody Here - they’re not talking about anyone here (usually used in group chats or small communities).

• /nsb - Not Subtweeting - they’re not saying this as a vague response to anything or anyone, they’re just genuinely talking about it.

• /nay - Not At You - they’re not aiming what they’re talking about at you specifically.

• /ay - At You - they are specifically targeting what they’re saying for you.

♡ Where is This From / Miscellaneous ♡

• /ij - Inside Joke - it’s a joke but might only be understood by a small group of people. Don’t stress if you don’t get it or don’t understand what they’re talking about. Inside jokes are usually hard to explain to others.

• /ref - Reference - this is a reference to something else, usually a meme or piece of media.

• /ot - Off Topic - this is unrelated to what was being talked about before.

• /cb - Clickbait - usually this means the message is exaggerated or falsely advertised to get your attention. Often used in a lighthearted / joking manner.

• /f - Fake - the thing they’re tagging is not real. This is usually used for fake headlines or photos.

• /l or /ly - Lyrics - they’re reciting the lyrics of a song.

• /c -Copypasta - this is a copypasta, they copied it from somewhere else.

[kamiversee]

the anon war is amongst us… gather the legion 🤺🤺

nah but fr, to the satire anon, Kami said you don’t have to be a silent reader so it’s alright! it may just help to put tone indicators next time (i.e. /j, /hj, /lh etc.), even though it may ruin the essence of satire. it’s better to be upfront about these kinds of things, especially when a writer has most prob had to deal with messages in a similar nature beforehand. at least you’ve learned what went wrong and apologized! all we can do is do better next time 🙏🤍

besides all of that, Kami is think you gave me a Sukuna addiction ;;;;;;; i seriously can’t stop reading his chapters 🥹 i’m still baffled as to the kind of person he’s been revealed to us as, but fuck he’s seriously too hot for his own good 😭😭 and the way that he took care of us after he slept with us makes me feel so mushy. FUCK

-☃️

GATHER THE LEGION PLS😭 I could only imagine what things would be like if I received actual hate💀 ily guys

NO BC I GET U WITH THE SUKUNA THING… I went to reread bc I didnt get why ppl were saying he was overly hot & uh………… HES SO FINE😭 WHY DID I WRITE HIM THT GOOD HELP— nah jk I meant to write him like tht, can’t imagine him any other way ><

[acemakes-art143]

i have already been doing this but if any of my mutuals get confused about it I've started typing out the full word instead of the letters for tone indicators because 1. It makes me 100% sure I'm using the one I actually am trying to use bc there's so many similar ones it gets confusing for me and 2. Because then if I'm not sure if a tone indicator exists it doesn't matter because I make my own that everyone will get because it's just the word.

For example:

/j? No. /joking

/srs? /serious.

/light hearted, /genuine, /genuine question or /genuinely curious, etc

That or I put it in parentheses

[hongism]

would u rather dom a whiny taehyung or dom a bratty jin?

pairing: sub!seokjin x dom!reader

genre: slice of life, smut, fluff

rating: Mature

summary: seokjin keeps trying to take control and you really need to show him who is really in control.

word count: 1736

warnings: dom/sub themes, handcuffs, penetrative sex, slight bondage, size kink, slight choking

a/n: wow okay anon pulling out all the stops and really laying it on thick. how am i supposed to choose? the only reason i chose jin is because i rarely write for him and he deserves. tagging my beautiful lovely amazing incredible wonderful baby ellie moo @hobisbeautifulass​ bc i know she has a love/hate relationship with seokjin when she definitely adores him a TON. also @honeymoonjin​? enjoy some bratty sub seokjin ily :3

“Honey, I’m home!” You announce as you step through the door. The apartment is dark when you enter, and Seokjin is nowhere in sight. “Jinnie?” It’s not like your boyfriend to be so quiet when you come home. You are typically greeted with a lovely good afternoon, a kiss on the cheek, and perhaps a sneaky tongue filled kiss that sets the mood for the rest of the night. To be frank, you are wanting that sort of mood yet he isn’t around to provide that. You frown at his absence, moving further into the apartment, and glance around for any sort of indication of Seokjin’s presence.

“Boo!”

His sudden presence behind you and the hot breath on your ear nearly scares the shit out of you (literally and figuratively). You spin on your heel, hand already extended to slap his arm. Seokjin grabs hold of your hand with his own. He grins, eyes disappearing as he smiles.

“Hello, love. You came home a bit early, didn’t you?” Of course you can’t stay mad at his little pranks for long, not with his gentle words. “How exciting, no?” Seokjin spins you around and brings his arm to your waist. Lips touch your neck.

“Se-Seokjin, hold on, hol–ah,” you cut off with a moan when Seokjin’s teeth nip at your neck.

“Shh baby, just let me take care of you.”

“Getting in the mood early, aren’t you?” You bite out between gritted teeth. His fingers slip down between your legs with zero regard for your pants. You don’t even have time to breathe before the pads of his fingers are dancing across your sensitive bud. “J-Jinnie, I–”

“Cat got your tongue, princess?” Seokjin laughs against the shell of your ear, then his tongue slips out to caress the skin there. “Or is it me?”

“Someone is being a bit proud.”

“Oh? Am I?” You smirk at the tone in his voice. “Guilty as charged, my love.”

“I mean–” you pull his hand off you and spin around. He glances down at you, a teasing smile playing at his lips.

“What? What do you mean, my dear?”

You push against him, hands pressing him back until he hits the wall. “I mean that you someone is trying to take control when we both know that’s not how things work.” Seokjin’s eyebrows raise at your words. One of your hands slides down his shirt and cups his groin. He stifles a groan at the contact, and you giggle, tongue darting out to play with the corner of your lips. “That’s more like it, baby.”

“Ha,” Seokjin exhales. “Wouldn’t be too sure about that, my love. Let’s not forget how many wonders my fingers can work.” Within an instant, he’s pushing you back, hands cupping your ass and pulling you closer.

“Oh, someone is getting a bit confident.” You let him slide his hands across your thighs and draw them around his hips. “Kinda hot,” you whisper as he lifts you. Seokjin doesn’t respond; instead, he just gets to work on your neck and drags his tongue across your skin. One hand on the back of his head, you keep him in place as he blindly guides the two of you to the bedroom. “It’s so cute when you think you’re in control.” Seokjin follows up your words with a particularly harsh bite to your neck. His hands find their way under your shirt.

“You’re wearing that pretty lace number I got you, aren’t you?” You pull Seokjin’s head back and grin down at him. Without responding, you lean down to reward him with an open-mouthed kiss.

“Gotta give you a good show.”

“That you are, princess.” Seokjin laughs against your lips. Your back suddenly hits the wall. “I think we should pull out the cuffs tonight.”

“Oh? Want to be tied up a bit?” You fiddle around behind you, grasping blindly for the door handle until you pop the door open. Seokjin stumbles into the bedroom somehow maintaining the same grip on your ass.

“You’ll be the one tied up this time, love.” Seokjin tosses you onto the bed with little effort, and you squeal at the force, quickly scooting back on the bed. You flip over to reach for the nightstand and wrench the fur-lined handcuffs out of the drawer. When you turn back to Seokjin, he’s stripping down, shirt already gone and pants on their way.

“Oh, how exciting.” You place the chain of the cuffs between your teeth before crawling over to the edge of the bed where your lover waits. He’s still tugging his pants off when you tug him onto the bed. You bring him down to your chest, pressing his face against your breasts, and it’s a good enough distraction to keep his focus off you. You twist his body until you’re able to wrestle him under you. Pulling off him, you sit back and strip your shirt off to reveal the lacy number underneath. Seokjin whistles at the sight above him, hands tracing the curve of your breasts, and you are quick to yank his hands off. It’s not long before you’re pressing them against the headboard with one and using the other to press the handcuffs around his wrists.

You laugh to yourself when the click resounds, lean back to admire your handiwork, and planting your crotch right atop Seokjin’s.

“Not so powerful and in control now, huh?” Seokjin tugs at the cuffs. “My good little sub,” you coo against his ear as you drag a finger down his exposed chest. The words have a visceral effect on him and cause him to jerk under you. “Stay put, my dear. I don’t want you to go anywhere.” You roll off of him, feet hitting the floor a moment later. After a bit of fiddling, you let your pants fall to the floor then move around the bed to stand near Seokjin’s feet. He’s staying perfectly still like a good boy, not so confident and brash as he was mere minutes ago, and you grab hold of the pants that are still lingering around his ankles.

“B-Baby, please,” Seokjin whines.

“Please what? Use your words, love.” You yank the pants down, leaving him to be in his underwear alone. A preying smile creeps across your lips as you crawl onto the bed.

“No,” he says once you’re straddling him. “Figure it out yourself.” You press your crotch against his own, following the curve of his cock with your core. Seokjin brings down his cuffed hands and grabs hold of your hips. The span of his hands spreads across your skin and dances across the lace.

“No no no, lovely. That’s not how things work. You tell me exactly what you want, and I deliver. You know why, Jinnie?” Seokjin whines when you rub against him. Your tongue dances across your lips at the sight of him so desperate and needy for your touch. “I asked a question, love, are you going to answer it?”

“Be-Because you’re in control.”

“Yes, love, good job!” You lean down to lay a kiss on his lips. “Not so bratty now, huh?”

“N-No, am not.”

“Exactly, and since you’re being such a good boy, we’re going to get straight to business.” Sitting up straight again, you reach down between Seokjin’s hands and your legs to tug at the band of his underwear. You hesitate over his hardened member. The heat from his skin reaches your hand. “Do you want me, baby? To fill up your tiny little baby? Hah, I bet you get off at the thought of your tiny little baby girl being in complete control over you.” You gently squeeze his cock, fingers closing around him and drawing a prolonged moan out of him.

“Please, I want – I want you, I really want you. I need you. Please, Y/N, please.” You laugh at the whine in Seokjin’s tone and bring his cock up to tease your folds. Seokjin got you this lingerie set for a very specific reason: to fuck you in it. The lovely crotch-less set gives him the perfect access to your pussy.

“Begging becomes you, Jinnie.” You sigh in content as you sink down on his cock, the stretch filling you up as you bury his member inside you. “God, you’re so big I can barely fit you all in me.” You laugh to relieve yourself of the slight sting.

Glancing up at Seokjin’s face, you try to catch his eye but he’s far too busy staring at the junction where his cock meets your pussy, sweat beading on his temples. You grind down on him. A low whine leaves his lips. Despite having his fingers on your hips, he doesn’t dare control your movements or pace. You’ve managed to put him in his place and quell his bratty side as you always do.

“Do you want me to take the cuffs off now, love? You’ve barely had them on.”

“No, keep them on, I-I ah please keep them on.” You grin down at your lover and his closed eyes as he enjoys the feel of your pussy stretching around him.

“Of course, my dear.” With that, you begin to bounce up and down on Seokjin’s dick, feeling the tip of his member hits your sweet spot with each thrust. “F-Fuck,” you exhale as you take his cock. “Holy shit, Seokjin, you’re so big.”

“Y-You’re just really sm-small. So so tiny around my big cock. Fu-fuck, you take me so well.” You can’t resist bringing your hand down to his neck and close your fingers gently around it. Seokjin moans in response.

“Hah, look who’s talking big again.” You drop down on his dick particularly hard, and the man under you writhes at the contact, rewarding you with a beautiful wanton moan.

“No-Not my fault, yo-you’re so tight and small fuc-fuck.” Seokjin throws his head back, hips bucking up to fuck into you. “I’m al-already close.” His hands falter on your hips, slipping down to your core, and he presses two fingers against your bundle of nerves.  

Your free hand slips down to grab Seokjin by the handcuffs. You yank his  hands off you with a little click of your tongue.

“Oh no no no. We aren’t even close to being done. We’re gonna have lots more fun tonight, love. You aren’t cumming anytime soon on my watch.”

[adorethedistance]

No Damsel PART 2 - JJ Maybank x Reader Titanic AU

Request: ‘please do a part two’ lol

Warnings: Implied sexual remark

Words: 998

A/n: so idk if y’all noticed but I named JJ ‘Mr. Dawson’ in the first fic and that’s bc if I made him Mr. Maybank that’s be fine and all but since the character’s name is Jack Dawson, using his initials as Jack J. Dawson brings him into the world a bit more and idk but I thought that was really cool.

“Roy is doing well. He’s just completed secondary schooling and has decided to pursue an equestrian scholarship with Harvard in the fall,” some man who seems way too old to have a college aged son tells my mother from across the grand, gold plated staircase.

“You see, I turned down my equestrian scholarship with Harvard,” I say with a polite smile. The fire in my mother’s eyes indicated just how short her temper was going to be this evening. This should be interesting.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. I figured I could reach much greater success by becoming the Ringmaster of my own circus, which is no easy feat so I must begin small, perhaps with fire breathing,” I finish sincerely, earning a sharp inhale from my mother. I don’t need to look at her to know that she is shooting daggers at me with her mind. If looks could kill.

“You’ll have to excuse my daughter’s crude humor,” she apologizes to the man, gesturing a lace-gloved hand in my direction.

“It’s quite alright, madam. Her demeanor reminds me of my second eldest son,” the similarity he draws causes my mother to choke on the thin air, but he doesn’t seem to notice her squabbling.

“Very boyish antics on that one, you must be more gentlemanly than your appearance gives off.”

“Thank you.” I can feel my mother die a bit inside at the gentleman’s comment, but the more I can bait her into frustration, the more entertaining the night becomes.

Just then, Rafe grabs onto my arm, firmly requesting my attention.

“Dearest, I don’t believe my fianceé should be entertaining such immature and arbitrary ideas,” he offers politely. I aim to quip back that he ‘doesn’t have to believe it’, but the glimmer in his winter blue eyes softens my hard front and I oblige.

“Love, why don’t you take mother to our table. I’ll meet you down there in a second,” he nods and escorts her down the grand staircase and into the dining lounge. I stay back to admire the beauty of the porcelain sculpture of Venus and a cherub. Their faces are so lively but also so empty. They mimic that of the one percent downstairs.

“And what would a fine young lady such as yourself be doing here all alone on this fine evening?” Turning over my left shoulder I see JJ in a white button-up underneath a black vest. His bowtie is a loud print which starkly contrasts the refined outfit, and I realize that the bowtie must be the only thing he’s wearing that actually belongs to him.

“JJ... Where did you find this outfit?”

“A magician never reveals his secret,” he says in a posh accent whilst readjusting his bowtie.

“Well, you clean up very nicely Mr. Dawson,” I reply in a similar accent. He exhales a small laugh before very obviously taking in my appearance. My evening gown is a nice shade of blue that compliments my skin tone. It's decorated with black beads and lace along the length of the skirt, and the neckline scoops downward to expose a minor amount of cleavage much to mother's dismay. The immodesty-as she describes it-is concealed partially with decadent fabric flowers that cascade along my shoulders. This dress is the most expensive one I had packed, and I can tell JJ’s taken notice of that. I can’t help but blush at his impressed expression.

“May I help you?”

“You look smokin’ hot!”

“JJ!”

“And by that I mean gorgeous, you look very gorgeous, Y/n,” he rushes to defend his prior statement; I can’t help but smile at his words.

“You’re ridiculous. I’m not sure mother will take well to it.”

“Well I guess mommy-dearest is just gonna have to deal. Where’s your hotshot fiancé? Dave?”

“Rafe.”

“Oh, right,” he feigns realization, “I forgot.”

“Mhm. I’m sure you did.”

“Not my fault he never actually introduced himself to me,” JJ says, putting both hands up in surrender. As his arms drop back to a neutral position, his infamous smirk rises from the ashes. I lift the end of my gown so I can descend the stairs, and JJ follows beside me.

“So what’s on the menu tonight, princess?”

“How should I know? You’ve been occupying me all day,” I say, stopping on the last step to be equal in height with JJ. He then reaches out and places both of his hands on the sides of my hips.

“I’d rather occupy you tonight.”

“Stop it!” I squeal, throwing his hands off of my refined figure. “I am engaged in case you forgot, sir.” JJ simply laughs before taking my hand to lead me off of the bottom step.

“Hey-hey, watch this,” JJ then straightens his spine and sticks his chin high in the air, then offers a supported arm for me to hold onto, “I learned that from watching this bald guy upstairs.” The grin etched on his features reeks of pride and elation. Accepting his coy invitation, I rest my hand on the inside of his upper arm and together we walk into the dining lounge.

Rafe is sitting across from my mother and stands when he sees us approaching.

“Mother, this is JJ Dawson, the artist I was telling you about.”

“Yes. Pleasure,” she says extending her hand for him to shake. He gently places a kiss onto her knuckles and smiles at Rafe from across the table. JJ then pulls out my chair to assist me in settling down.

He then assumes the seat beside me, and as he sits down his pleasant smile is immediately lost. He looks at the mass of silverware in horror, and I realize he’s probably never used more than one fork in his life. I exaggerate my movement to ‘adjust’ my salad fork and pray that JJ picks up the hint.

My mother then begins her miniature interrogation, “So, Mr. Dawson. I’ve found that art isn’t always the most lucrative career, how do you manage to afford all of your travels?”

__________________________

A/n: hope that lived up to your expectations <3

[tiffgeorgina]

alright trailer thoughts

watch it here slutties: https://twitter.com/SHOBlackMonday/status/1216778009044291585

1) HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT’S HERE THIS FEELS SURREAL

2) HOLYYY SHITTTT

3) but actually let’s get it. this song bangs showtime stays on their excellent editing.

4) trying to analyze showtime’s trailers is like trying to grab smoke so this is going to be extremely barebones for a while. 

5) somebody drives off with the busted up limbo, but we can’t tell who it is yet bc their face never comes into view. they’re wearing a gray suit tho, so it may become more obvious who it is once the episode itself is out.

6) mo is being dramatic asf which as of 1x10 is perfectly in character lmfao

7) bro what the FUCK did you do to your hair i gotta ask fuck the 80s. also there’s this character on IMDb tagged “Vanessa (hair like mo)” so that makes more sense now maybe?

8) establishing shots that almost make me think mo is hiding out in california. since we know his orphanage story is bullshit, maybe he’s visiting family? maybe this is where that marcus wainright iii character comes in? since i dont think he’s in the trailer?

9) keith is living. almost has out-of-the-closet energy. i bet that scene of him roller skating is either after a) he comes out to his wife and divorces her or b) he gets a call from mo and flies straight out to cali to meet up with him.

10) the editing is so good you guys holy shit they jsut never quit over there do they?

11) a shot of mo in some suburb. could be a family member or a friend’s house? which again leads me to think he’s in california.

12) there’s this TV show called “America’s Most Unsolved Crimes” that mo shows up on bc he’s being solely blamed for the crash. how dawn and blair managed to avoid any blame whatsoever is beyond me, but mo is an excellent scapegoat since he confessed on record. no idea who the guy sitting on the desk talking about him is tho, since he wasn’t announced as one of the new guest stars. probably just a one off. maybe this is where “reenactment dawn” comes in from the IMDb page?

13) mo is bringing back the 70s and i do not like it. when i said the 80s were cool bc nobody knew how to dress themselves This Is Not What I Meant.

14) he wouldn’t just casually play basketball with some random kids, these are probably either his cousins or his nephews or the kids of a friend. again leads me to believe he’s in california, possibly visiting marcus? it would make sense. either that or we finally get some real concrete background on mo that isn’t total bullshit.

15) keith is in contact with mo. it’s hard to tell if keith went to cali to see mo or if mo came to NY seeing as both are extremely suspicious. assuming mo is in cali that is. keith is definitely going to get mo back in the game. speaking of mo, this entire first 30 seconds is Mo-centric, so i bet mo’s arc is going to be plottier than blair or dawn’s in 1“A” (showtime doesn’t really have A and B arcs for this show bc there’s no midseason hiatus i just like the terminology)

16) throwback thursday lmfao

17) no idea who this guy shooting/probably fake shooting is?? like no idea. could be nothing of importance and just a transition filler/tone setting moment.

18) the heat is on motherfucker! let’s get this cat and mouse shit im ready for it!

19) here we go here’s dawn. back at the jammer group. back at DAWN AS THE PRESIDENT HIRING A BUNCH OF WOMEN???????? BIIIIIITTTTCCCCHHHH I LOVE TO SEE IT. INCLUDING DEANNA CHENG (she’s friends with casey which means she’s friends with half the cast we should’ve known she wasn’t going anywhere) AKA THE SALES CLERK WHO HARASSED DAWN IN 1X02????? YES BITHC

20) then wayne and yassir fucking it up (nice facial hair wayne it’s hideous kjsfkjdhg) and the women throwing paper at him??? LKJRHGKLJSERH????

21) blair and tiff dressed up??? guys. they’re going to some rich people gala thing. this is what i was talkinf about. im almost certain this is how blair and harris meet. their wives are gonna see each other after not having spoken in years bc of whatever but they used to be friends so they go to talk and the husbands and dragged along and *closet case to closet case communication sounds*

22) ok now BLAIR’S on the exercise craze? i thought that was just gonna be dawn like in s1 also how long is this exercise montage in the show bc there are some things a god fearing lesbian shouldn’t have to see. this weird mirror talking shit feels like voyeurism from this perspective i feel like i shouldn’t be seeing this.

23) she’s still topping him??? after all that??? aight yk it’s part of the dynamic

24) tiff is wearing the same dress in “you do, hunk” as she is in the bit where they get out of the limo and deal with the paparazzi so i presume that workout scene is immediately before that gala thing im establishing a #timeline

25) the skants reveal??? we call that PLOT DEVELOPMENT i love a good callback to the first season

26) the shocked gasp i can’t tell if it’s good or bad. also does this mean tiff’s starting her own company? since georgina is liquid?

27) larry telling dawn that mo’s on his way back for revenge? spliced with mo staring at the wall like he so frequently does while smoking? mayhaps this editing went off also i never thought i’d say this but the brotherfucker has a point mo is gonna pop off when he sees yall again

28) FBI wyd........ that’s a lot

29) that falling out last season bit: blair’s definitely talking about tiff’s parents, and im almost certain andrew flubbed right there and improvised over it by saying “autumn.” well im appreciative of that bc a) it’s funny and b) it indicates when this is going on a bit. it’s not like we’re two years in the future or anything. this is probably gonna start a couple of months after the crash and that’s it.

30) no idea who blair is talking to tho since i can’t see the woman’s face. could be one of tiff’s friends? idk. also nice hair tiff

31) that ball spinning around like a gumball in a machine? weird transition but aight. also immediately after, dawn is in the lehman office, again no idea why. probably the same scene as larry telling her that mo is plotting his revenge but idk why she’s there.

32) that shot of a plane coming into JFK? now im near certain that mo is in cali it would make so much sense please showtime just MAKE SENSE. 

33) confetti and mo’s entrance? you know what it’s what i should’ve expected tbh it’s all so delightfully in character EDIT: THE CONFETTI IS NOT BEFORE MO’S ENTRANCE. YOU CAN SEE DAWN’S CLOTHES CHANGE COLOR, IT WAS JUST AN EDITING TRICK.

34) mo’s just gonna pull up, zero fucks, in the middle of the day. much different than how i thought this scene would go, with a lot of betrayal and drama involved instead of this bitch just pulling up. now idek if dawn and mo are in contact before this, when before i was almost certain they would be.

35) what blair says here is definitely not the first thing he says when mo walks in, i can tell from the editing. also im near certain that blair doesn’t say “bro.” it sounds edited in/done in post (his voice pitches up a lot there when that’s usually a beat when your voice would fall), so i wouldn’t be surprised if blair curses a lot there and they just had to edit it to stay in the green band. 

36) ol polluted waterfall lookin ass jshgkjfdhg mo quit lying that hairstyle is not popular fuck off

37) im loving this tagging order tbh. paul scheer getting tagged in the trailer is just. what he deserves. do we consider keith a protagonist now? he’s in all the promo material by name and face now.

38) regina and andrew look so good god yes also the editing is so GOOD fuck

39) keith (hand holding emoji) blair

        getting hit by random vehicles

40) NO THE LIMBO FUCK SHIT THESE CARS WERE NOT MEANT TO LAST almost looks deliberate :eyes emoji:

41) what’s keith doing with this barbershop quartet wtf

42) almost certain that’s tiff singing? based on 1x09 this oughta be good lmao

43) THE HEEL CLICKING IS TAKING ME OUT HGKJDHFGKJFD. could this be mo and marcus? who knows?

44) look at all the cash wtf what’s all that cash for? ah shit here we go again

45) tiff entering another dimension followed by dawn doing what is certainly a mountain of coke? kind of poetic cinema ok

46) ok dawn’s wearing that green suit again from my icon so??? what does it mean what does it all mean

47) who is mo squaring up with tf? is this marcus? i can’t tell in this lighting maybe it’s fake shooting guy idk also where the fuck are they? some party? but not a rich ppl thing just a thing? idk

48) guys. we have it. the fucking airdate. i have been stanning since the first fucking episode almost a year ago today and finally we have an airdate. respect to the new stans but yall dont know what seven and a half months of network radio silence in regards to your current obsession feels like. @hatimbinaba msged me and said we had a date and the shot of adrenaline i felt was like nothing else. serotonin is currently stored in the black monday and now the serotonin is stored in the ME. Sunday, March 15, 2020, 10 pm motherfuckers. put that shit on the calendar. also looks like we have a slightly earlier timeslot which is nice.

49) and to top (ahah) it all off we have blair just straight up gay panicking at the end. that’s definitely tuc and june and if yall have been following yall would know that tuc is playing blair’s love interest and june is playing tuc’s wife so this is all very jghsrkjghs im rly excited for this scene. no way of knowing if this is before or after blair and harris get together but it’s still kshgkdjhgdkj. rich people golfing? more like rich people existing lmao. also where’s that onion video i need to find the onion video fuck this is just like the onion said would happen. i will post it and make memes later. 

50) then blair just gets hit??? by the golfcart?? and there’s this scream that is definitely not the scream of andrew, tuc or june so??? whose scream was that??? did they add that shit in post??? tf???? also tuc and june barely flinching is really decapitating me kjshkrjdg

51) there’s no way of knowing if tiff is also at the golf course, but if she isn’t? then it’s just blair and his canon love interest and canon love interest’s wife???? which is so funny “hey come play golf with me” “oh is anyone else coming?” “ya my wife” “you’re so stupid i have to question how you’re even still alive”

52) WHEEWWWW AND THAT’S IT YALL!!! BUT A COUPLE MORE THINGS. some distinct absences: no known shot of marcus (which is wack yall would think they would want to plug the hell out of dulé hill) and very few shots of harris and corky. why. promote your newcomers some more tf.

anyways that’s all on this long ass post. @ mutuals expect more freakouts xx love yall this is unedited just raw emotion

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okay so idk what the f happened with this post bc it’s nowhere to be seen on my blog so here i am posting it again (no title as of yet, but it’s about simón’s birthday)

there’s even a part 2 | more of my sl ff | more of my simbar ff   

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.”

“Shut up, Jazmín,” she couldn’t either, to be honest, but she didn’t want to be discouraged of what she was about to do, “and help me find Lunita.”

South Blake College wasn’t big enough to get lost into, but she’d been searching for her underclassmate for almost twenty minutes now, and she didn’t want to waste any more of her lunch break.

“What do you need her for, anyway? Can’t you talk to her on the roller?” Delfi complained from behind her, not really happy she was wasting her lunch, either.

“And risk Simón finding out about his party? Even you are smarter than this, Delfina.”

Her boyfriend’s nineteenth birthday was only a week away, and she’d decided she wanted to throw him a party to celebrate it, mexican themed. It’d been kind of a last-minute decision, (the theme anyway, she’d though about a party ever since he told her his birthday) and it had proved to be more stressful than to plan a party for herself.

Luna wasn’t originally part of her plan, but it’d be like killing two birds with one stone. One, she could get as accurate as possible with all the mexican stuff she’d google’d and two, Simón would stop pestering to be Luna’s friend. Ámbar knew nothing would make him happier than finding out his two favorite girls -as he called them- got along enough to plan his birthday.

And so she needed to find her Godmother’s niece. But after another five minutes, her patience had run out, and decided to call for help.

“Where are you?” She asked as soon as the other person accepted the call.

“In the library, why?”

Ámbar ignored Matteo’s question, “Is Luna there with you?”

When he confirmed that in fact, his girlfriend was with him, she hang up and turned around to go the library, motioning to her friends to follow her.

When she reached them minutes later, she wasn’t surprised to find all three nerds, plus Lunita, reading books and taking notes on their notebooks, empty toppers scattered on the table. She frowned at the fact they’d already eaten and she hadn’t.

“Luna!” The girl raised her head in her direction, confused, “I’ve been looking for you, I need to talk to you about something.”

The brunette looked even more confused, “To me? About what?”

“Simón’s birthday, of course,” she answered, “I’ve been meaning to ask you to help me plan his party.”

Luna’s eyes sparkled with interest, “seriously?” she questioned, and when Ámbar nodded, she exclaimed, “of course I will! What do you have in mind?”

“He’s been talking about how much he misses Mexico lately,” she recalled, thinking of every time he’d comment about his country last week, “so I thought it’d be good to bring Mexico to him.”

Luna squealed, excited, “that’s brilliant! My mom could help us with the food, and maybe my dad could find a mariachi band to sing him happy birthday!”

“You could even get him a piñata,” Gastón chimed in, “it’d be fun.”

“Aren’t piñatas only for children?” Nina questioned, looking between her boyfriend and her best friend.

“Well yeah,” Luna agreed, “but Simón loves piñatas and not everyone has experienced one, so I think it could work. Oh, you know we could-”

“Right,” Ámbar interrupted them, not really into the conversation anymore, “we can discuss the specifics later, Lunita. But can you ask Mónica about the food?”

“Of course! She’s gonna make all of Simón’s favorites, maybe even a tres leches cake!”

She wasn’t sure what that was, but nodded anyway. As long as his boyfriend liked it, it was okay. She had to trust in Luna’s food taste for this one.

“Excellent!” She looked at the four of them, “obviously you’re all invited, I already talked to Pedro and he agreed to let us use the J&R,” when Delfi cleared her throat, she remembered they still needed to eat, “now if you excuse us, we have to go.”

When they turned to go, Luna’s voice called her. Ámbar almost rolled her eyes, but begrudgingly stopped and looked at her again.

“Thank you, for including me, I mean.”

The grin she sent her way made her uncomfortable, so she just mumbled a “you’re welcome” and left; she had no intention to get closer to her, or turn into her new friend. This was all purely for Simón’s sake.

The look on his face was completely worth of the three hours of sleep she got last night.

He’d been all day at the rink, distracted by every soul she could convince to ask him for help, and skating with both Luna and Nina, who had offered to serve as distraction, so he had no idea of whatever his girlfriend was up to.

His eyes had gone all wide, his mouth slightly open, hands on his hair. And then the biggest grin she’d seen on his face had appeared. Simón looked around, from one face to another, until his eyes landed on his girlfriend.

“Did you do this?” He asked her, looking at her, happiness as clear as crystal. Ámbar shrugged, but smiled nonetheless.

He engulfed her in a bone-crushing hug (seriously, she could swear one of her bones cracked), “Lunita helped me, actually,” she told him, still in his arms, “she got you a piñata and convinced Mónica to help us with the food.”

“I love piñatas!” He laughed, and she mentally sighed in relief. When Nina said it was for children she worried it wouldn’t be appropriate for a nineteen year old’s birthday, or that he’d find it childish. It was Luna who had assured her it was a good idea.

“Happy birthday!” Luna was bouncing beside them, Matteo not so far away, holding a cup full of ice cream.

Smile still in place, Simón went ahead and hugged his best friend, thanking her. After that, all their friends and even some costumers, stopped by to wish him happy birthday, some offering presents. He thanked every single one with the same excitement as the last one, unknowingly making everyone in the room as excited as he was.

Two plates of mole, one of cochinita, and about a litter of horchata later, they found themselves eating dessert. She had a slice of Mónica’s famous tres leches cake, and a cup of hot chocolate. Her boyfriend, however, was extremely gross and had decided he wanted lime ice cream with a weird spicy hot sauce. She didn’t even know how Lunita had the idea of it, but the only people who dared to try it were them and her parents -and Gastón, who had claimed he would never trust his bro’s girlfriend ever again.

“It’s not as gross as it looks, babe.” He’d swore for the ninth time, but she shrugged him off, again.

“Desserts are meant to be sweet, not sour and spicy, Simón.” Her protesting went to deaf ears, and her boyfriend pouted.

“It’s my birthday, at least try it. For me?” Ámbar bit her lip, but surrendered with a nod. Simón wasted no time and scooped a bit of his weird mixture, and brought it to her lips.

The grimace on her face told him the veridict.

It was sweet, but sour and had the smallest kick of spice. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either.

“You mexicans are out of your minds.” Was all she offered, scrunching up her nose.

With a laugh, he nudged her shoulder, “thank you, little gem,” she raised her eyebrows at him, “for the party. The fact that you went to Luna and asked for her help,” he explained, “it’s the best present you could’ve gotten me.”

She shrugged again, stopping herself from frowning at his words, “I guess the ‘no gray hairs’ shampoo I got you was for nothing,” she joked, trying to erase her insecurities from her mind. Simón was with her, and he liked her- not Lunita. Her.

“You got me an anti-aging shampoo?!” If his laugh was any indication, he wasn’t mad. So she smiled.

“Well, yes, but that’s not your actual present,” the nonchalant tone in her voice made him curious, “I meant for them to arrive today, but the flight was all booked, so they’re arriving tomorrow.”

“They?”

She hummed in approval, “yeah, they- your parents.” She looked up at him, and saw the shock on his face. Ámbar almost giggled at it, but restrained herself from doing so.

“You booked my parents a flight to come here?” His face still shocked, his voice emotionless.

“Yeah,” she didn’t know if it had been a good idea now that he wasn’t showing any positive emotion, “was I wrong?”

The only response she got was a kiss.

Simón cupped her face, slowly but his lips were firm on hers; she could taste the slight bitterness of the lime and whatever sauce he’d put on his ice cream, but that didn’t stop her from feeling the warmth she got every time he kissed her.

“I love you so much, Ámbar.”

She froze, and her breath hitched, not really sure what to say back; the words foreigners to her ears. He seemed to notice her uneasiness, so he kissed her nose and pulled away, smiling.

“You’re going to love meeting them.”

What?