#drunk june rants

[transswordbian]

Just realized I can say this here and probably won't get in trouble

My actual biggest and most radical thought out idea is that most jobs are absolutely stupid and worthless. And I don't mean stuff like retail work or fast food or factory jobs or landscaping or even picking crops by hand. Cuz like I've done a lot of that stuff and I've made a career out of food service!

But like, if you can't describe what you do for a living in a way that a 5 year old child could understand then are you actually contributing to society or are you doing some sort of strange middle man administration job that only exists to fuel the capitalist system that western society has adopted?

Let me rephrase that: are you able to simplify your job description in a way that little kids could understand or is your job so entirely made up that it only makes sense if you talk in circles???

Because I had this argument with my parents and my uncle and they kept defending these jobs as "necessary to keep money in the capitalist cycle" (they like capitalism sigh) and I could not explain to them that people love to work! But working meaningless jobs that do nothing to help the world is literally killing us!

This all stems from the fact that I work in a bakery and have worked in kitchens for almost a decade and prior to that I've done groundskeeping and maintenance and such. And I do not understand office work in the slightest! It doesn't make sense to my brain! Like, what are y'all even doing? It's a mystery lol. But I can still understand the need for jobs like accountant (aka telling people how money needs to be spent) or specialized lawyers (aka telling people how to not go to jail/get sued/get in trouble) or a bunch of those kinds of jobs.

What I don't understand is the need for "general business managers" like what the hell does that mean? Why are there like 8 tiers of administration in a major corporation? And why do they get paid so much when their labor is entirely just telling people to do the thing they're already doing?

Anyways I just don't understand it and I think the world needs to be a little simpler in some ways and it would make things a little bit better

[filmbyjy]

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PAIRING > lee heeseung x fem!reader

synopsis > who knew you could become famous overnight for paying $8 for a single blue checkmark? however, it does come with consequences…what happens when the actual BELIFT Lab comes knocking at your door. all because you simply impersonated your bias.

GENRE > twitter update au? idol! heeseung & enhypen. engene!reader

FEATURING > mae & subin (ocs) and of course the rest of enhypen :) more idols will be added if chapter requires!

SCHEDULE > inconsistent schedules bc I just post whenever I want to🙃

TAGLIST > just drop an ask or fill out this form to be added!

START: 20 March 2023 | END: 18th June 2023

profiles: ENBEANs | EN-KINDERGARTEN ❌❌

prologue: tf elon musk

one: gen old people

two: out of besth

three: HE LIKES YOU

four: please don’t embarrass yourself

five: he anti-romantic

— idk why the read more disappeared on me😒 —

six: she’s gonna fly

seven: BL MOMENT??

eight: take you out to a nice place

nine: your fruitiness is showing

↳ special: enhypen disbands

ten: well I be damned

eleven: father to future kids added

twelve: what is air?

↳ special: private rants thread 📌

thirteen: mhm, he’s broken

fourteen: fvck you 🫶🏻

fifteen: the punishment

sixteen: let me sniff [written]

seventeen: us when-

eighteen: smelled it and her eyes rolled back

nineteen: can YOU guess?

twenty: i THINK I like her

twenty-one: heerizz (very effective)

twenty-two: thanks 👍🏻

twenty-three: I hate feelings

twenty-four: is that ENHYPEN? [written]

twenty-five: y/n had a boyfriend

twenty-six: clean the dishes, you furry ass

twenty-seven: unforgiven, she’s a villain

twenty-eight: kiss the girl [written]

↳ special: enhypen behind the scenes

twenty-nine: i’m gonna resign

thirty: now the squad has boyfriends~

thirty-one: breaking my silence

↳ special: is the duck drunk?

thirty-two: ENGENEs flame her!!!

thirty-three: jieun’s downfall

thirty-four: mamma mia pisa is back

thirty-five: my other half [written]

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[confiscatedpeaches]

Night of Fireworks - Danny Johnson x !femReader - Pt 1

Minors DNI, Reader is assumed to be 18+/21+ due to drug and alcohol use.

Who knew a chance encounter with a stranger at a 4th of July party would haunt you forever. By begging you to attend, your bestfriend unknowingly sealed your fate.

Fic takes place in Roseville, Florida, 1993 in an AU where The Entity doesn't exist/pick Danny. Attempting to stay true to 1993, but I'm absolutely using two-way pagers (invented in 1995) for convenience.

Reader's physical description is provided, but feel free to change any info about the reader to suit your needs.

TW: Weed use, alcohol use, stalking, voyeurism, love interest is a literal serial killer, vulgarity, theft, mild smutty descriptions, use of puppy as a pet name, masturbation, reader is implied to be a virgin but isn't important to plot.

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June 27, 1993 - Roseville, FL - 4:15 PM Just moved to this podunk town and yet it's already showing promise. No need to kill yet; job interview in two weeks. Waitress at T's Diner, seen at morning shift 9:45 am. Female, early to mid-20s, slightly above average height, naturally dirty blonde hair box dyed to a dark mousy brown (roots are showing). Wallflower type, small friend group, lives alone, rarely calls parents. Quiet neighborhood with backyard against pond & woods. Easy access; likely highly vulnerable. Smokes weed, reads occasionally, music lover. Makes an adorable face when frustrated, sad puppy vibes. ***Attending 4th of July party at 302 Oleander Drive at 9pm with co-worker Hailey Daye.

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Frat Party | 302 Oleander Drive | 11:45 PM:

You shut the bathroom door behind you, muffling music and other loud party bullshit. Dark and damp, but surprisingly clean. The only reason you even came to this party was because your bestfriend Hailey practically got down on her knees and begged you to go. The private firework show and free booze was nice, but this just isn't really your scene.

You lift your bag to check for a joint and lighter. Next to your pager you spot your trusty red zippo lighter a pill bottle. The lighter was a gift from someone special you don't talk to anymore, but you couldn't let them go just yet. Engraved on the side of the lighter was a message that read "KISS: keep it simple, stupid!" Inside the pill bottle was a carefully made joint packed with kief and a hybrid mix you got from your dealer.

The desire to smoke drags you out of the bathroom and towards where you last saw Hailey with her new boy-toy. Creeping around the drunk passed out teenagers, empty red solo cups, and shoes, you find your way to the kitchen. It's less crowded, only five or so people and many empty pizza boxes. Hailey smiles and nurses a soda from across the room. Her boyfriend in the middle of a genuinely hilarious drug-fueled rant about something sports related. Can't tell what sport though, dude is smashed. At least he's passionate about something. She looks over at you, and you saunter over.

"Hey, I'm gonna head out for a smoke and walk home after if you wanna join me." You say.

"Sorry babe I'd love to, but I promised to be a DD and I'm not leaving for a few hours."

"I think I'll just go by myself then, it's only a few blocks."

With that she gives you a hug and a quick "be safe" before you walk away. Weaving to the back door, you step into the damp night. Loud music vibrating through the concrete beneath you. Fireflies swirl in the distance. Closing your eyes as a light breeze rolls in; a welcome break from the smothering July air. A moment of calm before the storm.

"Hey, can I borrow a lighter?"

You turn, shocked and annoyed to find somebody else in the humid Floridian abyss.

"Sorry I didn't mean to startle you," he says with a disarming laugh.

The shadowy figure lights up his pager providing a brief but faint view of his face. His teeth reveal a soft friendly smile.

"Ha, no worries. Here."

Offering your lighter, he takes it to light a joint of his own. His hands spark into existence in the light of the flame. Strong, but well manicured fingers with a couple ink stains. Something about him makes the air thick and heavy like mud.

"Parties not really your thing huh?" He asks, the cherry of his joint bobbing your way.

"Oh..! Honestly, no. I mean I can't complain, it's been pretty good so far."

A series of loud bangs pulls your attention from the stranger. From above loud pops of red, white, & blue flutter and invade the sky. A swarm of yellow sparklers overtaking them. A blue light fires above the rest, only to be overshadowed by a red one.

You turn to continue speaking with the mysterious stoner, but you're met with an empty patch of grass. White rage hits you. That fucker stole your lighter! You consider staying and hunting for that jerk, but you're just too tired for this. You yank out your pager and send a message to Hailey.

Shoving it into your bag, you pop a tape in your portable cassette player and begin angrily walking home. Your wired headset blocking out the rest of the party sounds. Mumbling the words to a Cake song as you walk.

I want to love you madly I want to love you, love you Love you madly

After a few blocks, you check your pager. To your surprise, a message from Hailey sits in your inbox.

Between the booze and frustration you struggled to recall any remarkable details about him. You text Hailey back.

She responds instantly.

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July 5, 1993 | 1703 Oleander Drive | 12 AM:

Stepping up to the front door of your apartment, you stick in the keys and walk inside. It's dark, which was to be expected. Dropping your bag onto the floor. Flicking on the light, you notice everything is slightly less messy than you left it. A couple to-go boxes remain, but the dishes look freshly washed. A thick smell of cheap cologne hangs in the air. You shake your head. This is crazy, who would break in just to do the dishes? It's been a long night, surely you must've done them this morning during your high-as-a-kite cleaning binge. The smell must be from a neighbor or something.

You walk into the tiny kitchen (ignoring the freaky squeaky clean dishes) and open a drawer to get another lighter. It's not the lighter you want, but it's the lighter you have.

Pulling out the joint, you unlock the back door to your balcony. It's a small balcony, only able to fit a small chair and a side table, but you couldn't complain. At least nobody complains about the smell of weed. Being up against the woods was a blessing. Private and safe. After sitting down you light your joint. Music getting better and better with each inhalation.

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July 5, 1993 - 1703 Oleander Drive - 12:15 AM Took a big risk. Poor little puppy lost her precious lighter. Stole it just to annoy her. She looked so fussy and angry when she couldn't find me, even though I was less than 20ft away. Priceless; couldn't snap a pic as the flash would've given me away. I'll have to create another opportunity in the future. Fortunately, it was dark enough to remain unidentifiable & invisible. A cloudy night does a lot to hide a person. Although if she had remembered anything about me, it would be easy enough to pack up and leave now. Nobody knows me yet. My own desires and excitement are making me too bold. Stay calm and stick to the plan. 12:16 AM. She's smoking on her balcony, as per usual. One-hit-wonder over here coughs every other hit; she should really switch to edibles. The need to interact with her is growing stronger. Can't believe she didn't make a bigger deal out of those dishes. While I was inside I couldn't resist the urge to wipe lipstick off of her glass using my gloves just to put it to my lips for a taste. It tasted like chapstick, too far gone to have retained her scent. The disappointment only fueled my desire for her. My attraction towards her is ruining everything; this is supposed to be a test run. I suppose this is more of a Danny design than a Ghostface one. I wanted to steal one of her panties, but they were all clean and worthless to me in that state. My hand isn't doing it for me anymore, I need my cum to mix with her fresh slick in those cotton undies. I'm gonna make this bitch fuckin' scream when she cums on my cock. 1:12 AM. She's touching herself again, but she's still unsuccessful. Stupid whore can't even find her own clit. Don't worry puppy, I'll find it for you. Vibrator can't replace what you really need huh? Went through her phone book and journal, no known boyfriends, ex-boyfriends, or any ex-anything for that matter. Could she be a virgin? The thought makes my cock twitch.

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NOTES:

Sorry for the lack of real smut, but Danny has to take his time with you. So be fucking patient, you wanna be a good girl right? Act like one.

This is my first Danny x reader fic, so please let me know what you'd like to see in the future!

The song the reader sings is Love You Madly by Cake.

[arand0mdutchgirl]

6: NSFW fic

Henry and Alex explore Henry's degradation kink in a safe, fun and consensual way in the form of cheating roleplay (but they constantly break charachter because Alex can't be too mean to his baby)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55879267/chapters/141888703

7:

Alex and Henry have been dating for half a year when Alex runs into a girl he had a one-night stand with 8 months ago who is very pregnant and planning on putting their baby up for adoption.

He rushes toward his boyfriend's house to tell him the news. There is just one tiny problem; in his panicked rant, Alex doesn't mention Aisha is 8 months pregnant so Henry assumes Alex just found out about the pregnancy because she's only a few weeks pregnant.

Major miscommunication follows but they figure it out end eventually fluff follows

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55959529

8: highschool sweethearts au

Ch 2: A miscommunication leads to Alex getting insecure because he thinks Henry wants strippers on his bachelor party. Henry reassures him lovingly when he finds out. When they're watching couple prankwars videos on YouTube, later that night, Alex tries to convince Henry to start a prankwars or a c

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53171707/chapters/134541922

9: (only ch 8 of this fic follows this trope)

!Amnesia au without a break up!

Henry wakes up after an accident with amnesia and is convinced that it's 5 years earlier. He immediately notices the wedding ring on his finger and is terrified to figure out what woman the crown ended up manipulating him into marrying. Instead his unrequited crush/dream man/one-sided mortal enemy walks in with a bouquet of flowers and a matching wedding band.

He's married to his long-term unrequited crush, who is supposed to hate him, and on top of that, he's openly gay? No, this can't be real. But he supposes there are worse coma-induced dreams to be stuck in than one where you're living your dream life, one that is out of reach for you in reality. Henry is so obsessed with this dream he kind of doesn't want to wake up from his coma. Because that's all this is.. right? A coma induced dream?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51493585/chapters/130137100

10;

Alex, Henry, June and Nora play "Never have I ever drinking edition" with Hunter and his boyfriend and someone else and it goes horribly wrong when Henry drinks at the "Never have I ever considered dumping my partner" bit.

Or in an Au where Henry never left the lake house after Alex's love confession and instead confessed his love back the next day, Alex doesn't find out Henry wanted to leave at the lake house until a drinking game confession years later.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55631638

11: Henry's insomnia has been getting worse so his therapist puts him on heavy sleep pills.

The side effects are a bit extreme but Alex is there for him when he:

Day 3; has a vivid nightmare of Alex cheating and wakes up angry and disorientated

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56818501/chapters/144458563

12: Alex and Henry have been married with kids for years now.

Their 5 year old daughter is mad at her daddy and lies to her papa that she saw daddy kiss another man so they can be mad at daddy together

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57985531/chapters/147615862

13:

The one where a very drunk Alex gets personally offended when a married man hits on him and he thinks he comes up with a genius plan to catch a cheater in the act and save his poor partner.Or the one where a very worried Henry goes to save his want to be superhero husband who cares too bloody much and happens to be drunk of his arse and finds him in a room of an expensive hotel they can't afford(Drunk Alex, protective Henry, married fluff, no cheating between A&H, obviously)https://archiveofourown.org/works/54067183/chapters/136881004

[inheartofwinter]

Written for @drarrymicrofic 's song prompt "New Romantics" by Taylor Swift. M | 569.

Tonight

They meet at the Leaky tonight, too. They always meet here every other night since March. It’s June now. A day before Malfoy’s birthday.

“Early birthday party, Malfoy?” Harry grins, beckoning for Malfoy. Malfoy is wearing a Muggle birthday hat which looks like it is rescued from a pool of sprinkles. “Nice hat.”

“Blame Pansy,” Malfoy throws himself on the seat next to Harry and gestures to where Parkinson is dancing with Nott, bodies glued together. “And yes, early birthday party, considering how I'm going to spend tomorrow with my parents.”

Harry winces. Lucius was sent to Azkaban after the War. ‘Spending tomorrow with Malfoy's parents’ can only mean one thing: Malfoy and his mother are taking a Portkey to Azkaban to listen to Lucius ranting about how degenerated the Wizarding World has become. The same thing they do every holiday, if what Malfoy accidentally confessed to Harry that one time when he was so drunk he almost fell into the Thames was the truth.

Harry doesn’t know why they keep doing it. It sounds so miserable. Holidays aren’t supposed to be miserable.

“At least, you’re going to have a happy party,” Harry smiles weakly.

“I'm not sure,” Malfoy laughs drily. Then, Malfoy huffs. He puts a finger on Harry’s forehead right where the frown is forming. “Don’t make that face. I didn’t say it was bad.”

“Birthdays should be happy,” Harry argues. He can’t help thinking of his last birthday, the one where he spends at the Burrow, contented and dreaming of a house with white fences and Ginny’s home cooked meal, just for her to break up with him that same night. Harry nearly destroyed 12 Grimmauld Place that day.

Malfoy just laughs. “Sentimental fool. Then make my birthday happy, can you?”

Harry tries to resist. He has tried the resist it for thousands times since the day they met months ago: Harry still not gotten over Ginny's ultimatum, Malfoy’s heart broken by his lying, cheating ex-boyfriend. Never has Harry’s resistance kept from crumbling for more than five minutes in front of Malfoy’s challenging smirk and glistening eyes.

“Tell your friends you need to go,” says Harry, throat dries. His fingers are aching to touch the pale skin of Malfoy’s throat.

Without breaking eyes contact, Malfoy takes his wand out of his sleeve. A silver bird leaps out of the wand, flying straight into Parkinson's direction. Crow, Harry thinks. Harry is not good at identifying birds, but somehow, he has never thought Malfoy’s Patronus could be anything but a crow. Intelligent, prickly if you offense it, friendlier than people think it can ever be. Sentimental.

“Done.” Malfoy grabs Harry’s pint and downs it in a go. Harry traces the gin dripping from Malfoy’s lips with his eyes. Malfoy chuckles. “Where?”

Harry swallows, suddenly nervous. “How about mine?” They have only ever been at Malfoy’s. Harry has never trusted anyone other than his closest friends and family to bring them to his house.

Malfoy’s eyes widen. Then, he smiles. “Lead the way.”

(*)

“This is madness,” Harry thinks as he kisses Malfoy. His hand on Malfoy's waist tighten.

They have been fucking since that first night. Harry knows it won’t last, this fucking at night and sneaking away before sunrise. He knows someone is going to get hurt.

Someone is probably Harry.

“I need to stop.” Harry tells himself.

Malfoy groans, sweet and lustful. And Harry stops thinking.

[stwritings]

September 1993

He doesn't know if it's the repetitiveness of the song or the crowd instantly erupting into a choreographed dance that he's never been able to master, but Eddie D E S P I S E S the Macarena. You were first made aware of his aversion to the song when it came on the radio as you two were riding around in your beat up 89 Toyota. He was quick to change the station, attempting to find anything else to listen to.

"Hey!" you protested, slightly offended by the music suddenly being replaced by radio static.

"Nope, sorry, can't do it." he replied, struggling to find a different station.

Upon questioning him further, he expressed his grand dislike of the song, ranting on about how overrated it was.

It wasn't. At least, not to you and the thousands of people buying copies of the newly released track. Nevertheless, you listened attentively, always getting a kick out of how passionate he was about virtually everything he spoke of; good or bad. As much as you loved hearing him speak about topics he was fond of, there was something so unintentionally hilarious about him going off on tangents about things he hated. The mere mention of said things would get him riled up, no matter how little or insignificant they were. This song, for instance, was one of them. It aggravated him to his core, and over the next few months, became inescapable.

As the song's popularity reached new heights, it seemed like he couldn't go a day without hearing it against his will. It would play in nearly every store on popular radio stations. It could be heard at his job where his boss was in charge of picking the music. He would even hear it at the most unexpected places like the dentist office or his barber; an older man who usually enjoyed listening to Jazz music.

It was everywhere and it was driving Eddie crazy.

While the song was the bane of his existence, you actually got quite the kick out of seeing his visceral reaction, without fail, every time he'd hear it. So much so that you'd gone out of your way to purchase a copy of the record just to mess with him. Eddie was quite the prankster himself and it wasn't uncommon for him to play tricks on you, so this small annoyance was justified. Besides, you enjoyed the song so buying the CD wasn't an entirely useless purchase.

For a while you would play the CD at odd times, giggling as you'd wait to see how long it would take to summon him to your shared living room. Once he had stormed in, he'd be starring at you with narrowed eyes before darting to the stereo to shut it off. As much as he hated the song, he loved your laugh more. He put up with your antics, often times exaggerating his reactions and upping the dramatics to make your day.

Over time, the gag became old, and you did feel a little sorry for him, so you retired the CD to give him some peace of mind while he was home.

June 1994

The following year was the summer of weddings, many of your friends choosing to tie the knot within the same month. This gave you the perfect opportunity to fuck with Eddie one last time with this infamous song. Without fail at some point in the night, usually after a few drinks, you would sneak away to the DJ booth to request it, even if the song had been played already. You'd make sure to point out Eddie to the dj to ensure that the song would be played while he was in the room. You would even have the DJ dedicate the song to Eddie to be an even bigger menace.

Soon enough, the entire friend group caught on to the gag and would often form into a circle around Eddie performing the silly little dance until he would ultimately run away to the bathroom or bar. Much to his dismay, that sometimes wouldn't stop his friends from chasing after him to further terrorize the poor boy.

Eddie thought he was in the clear one night when the song hadn't been played, assuming you had forgotten or were too drunk to remember. However, it inevitably played. Only this time it wasn't your doing, and you were no where in sight. You had planned to play it as one of the last songs to try to trick him, but the DJ had beat you to it as the night was coming to a close. You began to panic as you were missing the song, being stuck in line in the bathroom. With only a minute to spare, you managed to sprint to the dancefloor, putting your need to use the washroom on the back burner. You made it just in time for the last chorus, dancing closer to your table in order to make eye contact with Eddie as you expertly performed the last few moves to the dance.

Shaking his head while chuckling, Eddie made some sort of comment about how much of a little devil you were and shook his hips slightly to the final beat of the song. At least he got that move right.

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[ghostywriter]

My Extensive List of Backstories + Headcanons for the Devil's Nest Gang part 1: Dolcetto!

Born May 4, 1882

At the time of his death in the autumn of 1914, he was 32 years old.

His height is 5'5"

Dolcetto is his last name. He gave up his first when he joined the Nest.

His father is an Aerugonian immigrant and mechanic. His mother is from the islands surrounding Xing. She was a traveler and swordswoman for hire before settling down in South City.

He has 3 sisters-- Two older twins (born 1877) and one younger sister. (born 1887)

He was born in the southeast side of South City and grew up in a slums apartment.

He's always been short-statured and was often bullied for it as a child and teenager. He gets really annoyed when people comment on his height.

He met Martel in June 1890, when he was age 8. She helped defend him from those bullying him and quickly became his best friend. He liked her for protecting him and teaching him how to be stronger.

Upon Martel leaving for the North when he was 14, he stopped attending school as much during a period of depression. He dropped out when he was 16.

Dolcetto was drafted for the Aerugo border war at 19. In training, he met Martel again and they resumed their friendship.

Dolcetto was the one who rescued Martel after she stepped on a landmine. While he was saving her, he was shot in his spine and nearly died, thus leading to his use as a test subject.

He is trilingual, speaking and reading both of his parents' languages as well as Amestrian. He's distinctly bad at reading in Amestrian.

He has dyscalculia which has led him to dislike solving math problems and handling money.

He's trained in both judo and boxing. He hadn't done much training with swords until he'd joined the gang. He likes swords for their extensive history, the skill required to use them, because his mother was a swordswoman, and because one of his older sisters was a fencer. His current katana was a gift from Greed, though he collects additional antique swords.

Cooking is one of his biggest passions, partially thanks to both of his parents having been fantastic cooks who'd taught him. He's especially invested in Aerugonian cuisine and particularly likes hand-making pasta and noodles.

His favorite smells are lavender, sandalwood, rose, and tomatoes. The former two originate from his mother using lots of lavender incense when he was a child.

Martel cuts his hair. She's the only one that he trusts to do it.

He's prone to depression and anxiety, and the main way to alleviate both for him is to constantly stay working. Unfortunately, all of those contribute to his insomnia.

His favorite drink is espresso and his favorite food is udon.

He's a complete snob about tobacco and refuses to smoke cigarettes unless they're his only choice. The first thing that he bought for himself when he got settled into the Nest was his favorite kiseru.

He takes after his father and is very mechanically minded. Whenever anything needs to be fixed in the Nest, they bring it to him and he can fix it very quickly.

He loves cars and working on them, but he also has developed a significant fear of them that's probably caused by the dog genes.

He likes to help Bido with gardening, work out with Martel, dance with Greed, and play shogi with Roa.

He's an incredibly lightweight drinker. He also gets terrible hangovers and has a tendency to be incredibly emotionally volatile when drunk, often crying or ranting to Martel.

He has lots of scars, most notable of which are the ones from knife training with Martel that line his arms and burn scars on his ribs from torture. He also still has scars from being shot in the spine.

He regularly gets overstimulated from sounds and smells, so he's gotten used to figuring out his sensory limits.

He instinctually reacts happily to having his head and neck scratched, and Greed often makes fun of him for that.

He deals with chronic back and joint pain, so his wrist cuffs are for compression. He's also been known to use a cane on particularly bad days.

[buttercupjosh]

Opinion/Rant: To start, I’m bringing up something that occurred back in 2020 but myself and some others didn’t see the actual video until 2021. This post is a bit long but please bear with me. Anyways, I’m bringing this up now because I’ve noticed throughout 2023 and throughout part of 2024, there’s been a big resurgence of Vince content on here (yeah, I already know he’s cute and a talented player, I used to hold space for him on my blog and post about him in the past) but a part of me feels like people have either forgotten about what he did or they just don’t know what occurred so this post serves as an educational post for those who may not know (or a reminder for those who may have forgotten) and is not intended by any means to cause any drama. I also do share some of my opinion on what happened in this post as well.

For those who don’t know or remember, back in 2020, Vince used to do live streams of him playing video games on Twitch during COVID lockdown and during these streams, he would play music while he played games. On one of these game streams (I don’t know which specific one it was from), Vince was singing along to some song and the n-word came out of his mouth (the video of the incident is at the very end of this post). Yeah, I know he listens to a lot of rap and R&B and I’ve seen some people say that he was drunk when it happened and that the song was choppy but that doesn’t excuse him saying it. According to others who watched the stream when it was fully available, Vince allegedly didn’t apologize for using the word and when he was called out for it in the stream chat, he allegedly got a bunch of people to harass the person who called him out.

As someone who’s Black, it hurt me a lot to hear Vince say the n-word, even if it was for a second. For those of y’all who defend him and act like what he did wasn’t wrong or trying to come up with excuses for him, you don’t fully understand how painful and harmful his actions were. Just because I’m Black (I personally choose not to use it) and other Black people say it freely, that does not mean the word is okay for just anyone, regardless of race, to use in any context. Just because Vince didn’t say it to me or anyone directly, that doesn’t mean what he did is acceptable. To me, hearing a non-black person use the N-word any capacity is extremely personal because it’s been used towards me in a negative way by non-black people throughout my life. It also bothered me that Vince allegedly didn’t have the decency to even say “whoops, sorry I said/did that” when he was called out for it on the game stream and allegedly resorted to downplaying the situation and having people harass the person who called him out. I am not trying to play the victim but I am trying to educate y’all on his actions and to also let y’all know why some people don’t like him.

Another thing I’m going to note is that you cannot always automatically assume that someone you don’t know personally has put in the work privately over something they were exposed for publicly if they haven’t shown any public sort of proof of some growth. That means you can’t come to me and say “he may have learned from using that word” when there’s no public evidence anywhere that he has. If you choose to believe he has, then that’s your opinion. To me, Vince could have publicly shown some sort of growth by doing something as small as posting a blackout Tuesday post during the height of Black Lives Matter movement in June 2020 or liking a tweet of support from that time or maybe even participating in some of the Kraken’s Black history related stuff (like how Grubauer and Blackwell talked about Black hockey history with J.T. Brown and Everett Fitzhugh) (I know February is right around the corner with Black History Month and if Vince does something then, maybe my viewpoint on him may shift a bit). Yes, I did see a video of Vince talking about his thoughts on BLM and he did make valid points about how not everyone has to be posting online to protest injustice. However, Vince didn’t clearly say anything that showed he did something about it offline besides using an example of how if a rapper goes to a protest, everyone knows who the rapper is and if he were to go, no one would know who Vince is and also saying “who’s to say I’m not going to protests or donating to certain charities”, without saying he actually did those things. (A good example of a player being called out/exposed for something but fixing what they did is when Quinn Hughes didn’t use Pride tape once but later on, he used the tape and even made inclusive comments during the NHL pride tape controversy last season).

I AM NOT SAYING OR IMPLYING VINCE SHOULD BE CANCELED OR THAT HE IS A RACIST OR A HORRIBLE PERSON BUT HE SHOULD BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE BY HOCKEY FANS. Holding him accountable means that if you want to, you can still like him for the benefit that he has on your team or recognizing his talent or some of his community work but you can also remember what he did in the back of your mind. (Think about/keep that in mind when you post about him too).

I know that it’s not always easy to hold someone that’s on a team you like or someone you liked beforehand accountable (there are several players on teams that I like who help my team succeed and players that I’ve admired before but I don’t like or agree with certain, questionable things that they’ve done) but if accountability looks like no longer holding space for them on your blog through posts or putting them up on such a high pedestal in your life or to stop thinking they can no wrong, that’s fine too. Holding a player accountable looks different for everyone and there’s no set formula/guidelines for that.

If you still want to support him after seeing this post and watching the video below, then that’s on you. If you choose to not support him anymore or at all, that’s on you. However you choose to feel about it is valid and I respect that (even if I see it differently). I know that he’s never going to address or acknowledge this and I understand that it happened back in 2020 but his silence on the matter nor should the amount of time that has passed shouldn’t stop fans at all from holding him accountable.

(Again, this post is me sharing my opinion on something Vince did, educating those who may not have known about it and also reminding those who may have forgotten this happened. Again, I’m not saying or implying that he is a racist or should be canceled. All I’m trying to say is that he should be/start to be held accountable by hockey fans. We all hold our own bias when it comes to things and I’m not using this post to try to push anyone towards a certain side either. Again, I’m also not saying he’s a horrible person either. Interpret all of this information however you want/choose to.

Also, if you’re even thinking about sending me a hate anon for this, go touch grass or get better hobbies. Better yet, if you send me a hate anon, just know it’ll go into the trash with your garbage words.

Lastly, I am also going to say that I do not tolerate nor support/agree with anyone going after anyone who still chooses to support Vince or chooses not to support him and if you do that to someone, you’re a very scummy person. Also, I am not going to send anyone anything about this either because I got all of my thoughts out here and respect others’ opinions so if you somehow get a hate anon about it, it’s not from me because I dislike the feeling of getting one and wouldn’t want to put someone else through that).

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rant/vent below the read more. Sorry it’s a bit long, I really needed to get this off of my chest.

I’m so sick and tired of losing and regaining the same 5 p0und$. Every time things start to go good and I undue all that damage, I get pushed to drink alcohol or 3@t c@10r13 bombs and it’s making me lose my fucking mind. I was FINALLY back to 108 (bmi 23) on sunday and now I’m ONE FUCKING ELEVEN (111, bmi 24).

Do you know what I was at the start of this summer? What I was starting in June? 110. It’s august and I’ve basically made no fucking progress. I’m to the point where I don’t feel bad throwing out dinners my dad has made because I’m so fucking angry all the time. I’ve tried and tried but genuinely the most I can get my body to burn on work days is around 1,700 and that’s with working out. It’s much lower on my days off and I feel like i’m going insane.

All the shit my dad makes is so high in c@1s that destroys my progress so fast and bad. Don’t get me started on how he keeps ordering and making pizza.

Yesterday I had to finish the large pizza he pushed me to order when I was drunk on sunday and oh my god. I couldn’t burn it off. He had already started to judge me for working out for 30 more minutes than I normally did so I had to get off the treadmill and EAT MORE DINNER THAT HE MADE. I was 112 this morning and working out only brought me down to 111 so hopefully tomorrow I can get to 110 and continue doing from there.

I’m so pissed off that honestly I’m going to start pushing harder to not drink on weekends. I only have one day off this week, not a weekend, so I fucking hope I can stick to my plan. I’m tired of feeling disgusting. It’s not even that I hate drinking. Not fully. I just hate not being 21 yet and having to rely on my dad to get drinks for me.

Actually, scratch that. I hate not being able to PICK the drinks. I’ve never been a big drinker and I’m still not. My dad pushes me to drink. It’s all he ever wants to do with me. I just hate that he ignores what I want and gets me very high drinks. My current ones in the fridge are, at my best estimate, 240.

I’ll probably still be chubby on my birthday but at least I’ll be 21 and I can start picking out lower c@1 drinks :/. I’ll take Monster’s Beast Unleashed’s 130 over the Simply Spiked’s sugary 170 or Cayman Jack’s 240. Fuck, I hear Mike’s Hard Lemonade came out with a 94 version. I’ll have to see if I can hunt that down.

[panda-malfoy-93]

Things I genuinely want to see/try after watching RWRB:

Watch 'Pride and Prejudice'

Read 'Pride and Prejudice'

Keep a pet Turkey

Watch 'In the mood for love'

Go to a party and drink Gin and tonic with my legs crossed

Get drunk and sing Karaoke

Eating Cornettos AT MIDNIGHT

Start a food fight at a wedding- better if there is cake available

Jump into a lake mid conversation

Have a dog with a boring name which is actually not boring

Find a favourite museum

Befriend the night guard at said museum

Trick them into giving me the keys to my favorite exhibition

Dance with my favourite person at night in said museum after it's closed

Write History? Make History?

Woo someone with poetry

Learn how to play piano with short fingers

Cause a scandal

Learn how to play Polo

Drink enough caffeine to make sure it's in my blood( already done BHAHAHAHAHA)

Make lists

This is a list

Wow

Go on a rant on my favourite author/poet/book long enough so that I get blocked for the night

Start writing a book

Understand the difference between Rugby and Football

Find a Nora and a June and a Pez and a Bea not a Philip or a Mary

The car! I need the car entrance!

Be sleep deprived

Be in an enemies to lover trope irl

Coffee with cinnamon

Earl Grey tea

That's it for now... definitely more to come also will keep updated as to when I achieve these!!

[hb-writes]

Ready or Not

Summary: Lenny (OC) overhears her sister and Frank talking after she gets home tipsy from a party during senior year of high school and the conversation reignites some old doubts she’s been holding.

Characters: Maria Castle, Frank Castle & Lenny Falconio (OC) w/ mention of Billy Russo.

Request (from 💜 anon): Hello! For June requests how about,“We were never prepared for this.” & “How long were you standing there?” For The Punisher pretty please 💜

Content Warnings: Underage drinking, mention of parental death, mention of drunk driving.

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Lenny held her breath and willed the stubborn sound of her beating heart to quiet enough that she could hear Frank and Maria talking below.

She was still in control of herself. Lenny tried to convince herself of that much.

She had been barely tipsy. Had barely had anything to drink before thinking better of it—before calling to have Billy come pick her up nearly an hour ago.

His disappointment, not entirely unexpected though he was more vocal about it on the car ride back to Bayside than Lenny had anticipated, had primed her for what she would find back at home. Billy’s pseudo lecture had Lenny nearly ready to be contrite by the time he pulled up out front, but then Maria had started right in the second they were through the door, ranting about teenagers drinking. Ranting about the decisions Lenny was making and the nefarious company she was keeping. Ranting about their parents, two people Lenny didn’t really even remember, young as they were when they perished at the hands of a drunk driver.

There was a reason why she’d called Billy first. She’d hoped he’d be cool about it, let her stay over maybe and avoid all this, but Billy had only commended Lenny on calling before things got too out of hand and promptly led her to her doom. He hadn’t been dressed for work, nor a casual evening at home when he showed up, and Lenny couldn’t help but wonder if she’d interrupted something. A date, maybe. Or a night out with the boys. 

The shortness creeping into the edge of Billy’s voice told her she had pulled him away from something, but his twinge of annoyance was nothing compared to Maria’s wrath.

Lenny had only gotten away and gone through the motions of going off to bed when Frank finally convinced Maria that the two of them shouting back and forth across the kitchen was enough…unproductive at this point. She hadn’t fought when Frank sent her up the stairs and she had every intention of getting her ass to bed, as her brother-in-law had suggested. Lenny quickly washed her face and changed out of the dress she’d borrowed from a friend’s closet, passing the stairs on the way back to her bedroom.

“We were never prepared for this, Frank.” 

Lenny swallowed hard, her hand gripping the rail. Maria’s words shouldn’t have hurt as bad as they did, especially considering Lenny had just finished shouting plenty of unsavory things at her older sister and Frank, and considering that she was a proper adult now, newly eighteen. And Lenny knew she wasn’t meant to hear the words in the first place. It was meant to be private, but it was a habit that was hard to put to rest. Spying on her older sister had at one point in time been the intent, but after a certain point, Lenny had come to find it comforting, listening to Maria and Frank talk about nothing and everything, seemingly none the wiser to her presence at the top of the stairs.

The words landed heavy as bricks though, nearly tearful as they came out of Maria’s mouth. Lenny stilled at the top step, straining as she waited to hear something more. The sound of Maria’s tears filled the quiet, sobering any of Lenny’s lingering intoxication on the spot. 

“I know,” Frank said, shushing her. Lenny imagined her brother-in-law holding her sister close, kissing her head and comforting her in the same way she’d been watching him comfort her for years. “It’s alright.”

Maria said something, her words muffled and dissolving in the air before clearly reaching Lenny’s ears. 

“Listen, you’re a great sister. Terrific. And a great mom. Len’s just—”

Again, Maria’s words were muffled, incomprehensible at the top of the stairs. 

“She’s a good kid,” Frank cut in. “She’ll make the right choice.”

“Yeah?” Maria asked, her voice suddenly louder and closer. “Like tonight?” 

Frank’s sigh was loud enough for Lenny to hear it. “She called,” he said. “That’s more than most kids would do.” 

“She called Billy,” Maria answered. “And if he wasn’t available, she would have called you. I’m her sister.”

“Exactly,” Frank answered. “You’re her sister.”

Lenny swallowed the lump in her throat. She knew she had fucked up, even if she had put up a front downstairs, shouting back at her sister. Even if Maria couldn’t see through it, Frank had. Frank knew the girl was testing her limits, pushing her sister away while they were still close enough for Lenny to push, trying to make it easier for herself to decide on a college, trying to take the bond with her family out of the equation though it was an impossible task. 

Maria had already taken up the stance that California was a bad idea. After living through years of Frank on lengthy deployments, the idea of simultaneously having her sister on the other side of the country was too much. And Frankie and Lisa were still so young. Neither of them had expected to be raising a teenager when they found out Lisa was on the way. Maria had always cared for her sister, but she had never expected to be dealing with this while potty training one kid and preparing to send the other off to kindergarten. She was only twenty-four. 

“She’s too young,” Maria said. “She can’t go.” 

“Same age as I was when—”

“It’s different.” 

It was different, but not in the way Maria meant because she was reaching for the fact that, for some reason, her sister wasn’t ready for that. Wasn’t mature enough for it. If Maria had been more grounded in that moment, she would have realized that Frank—at the same age Lenny was now—going off to war was different in a worse way than her sister choosing a college on the opposite side of the country. Far worse. Far more risky.

But Maria wasn’t thinking rationally, her mind and her heart tied up by the complicated dynamics that held Maria and Lenny together. Siblings. Best friends. Something akin to mother and child, somedays

There was a bit of shuffling on the floor below and Lenny strained once again to hear her sister’s words, all of them muffled by the movement. From her spot on the steps, all Lenny heard was, “not ready.” 

Something caught again in Lenny’s throat at the words, her muscles straining at the heavy and stubborn lump making her want to cry. She longed for her bedroom, she longed to have never heard any of it, but the feeling in her throat seeped into the rest of her body, fixing her there at the top of the stairs. 

In the distance, Lenny heard the screen door leading to the back yard open and close, but she didn’t move. She didn’t shift at all, not even as her ears perceived Frank’s movements towards the stairs, her mind barely aware of it until he was staring up at her from the bottom step with a frown. 

“How much of that did you hear?” 

Lenny didn’t answer, but Frank figured she had heard enough. 

“Goodnight,” Lenny mumbled as she finally pushed herself up from the floor and took the quick steps down the hall to her bedroom, closing the door firmly behind her before she allowed herself to let out all that she’d been holding. 

For years, Lenny had cradled the notion deep inside of her that she was a burden to her sister and her brother-in-law, an intrusion in the life they were meant to have, something they shouldn’t have had to deal with.

Lenny didn’t blame them if there was resentment.

Calling Billy first had been an attempted act of self preservation, yes, but on some level, Lenny had also sidestepped her sister to save them the trouble. It was partly why she was considering California—to give them all a bit of space—a taste of the normal family life she’d taken from them for so many years…

Lenny wasn’t sure she was prepared for it…to be so far away from her family and her friends…her home, but Maria and Frank had never been prepared to take on raising her and the more Lenny thought of it, maybe it was only fair that she go and let them have their own life.

Ready or not…

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[cherryplasmids]

───clueless to all the signs;

pairing: dewey riley x law student!reader

prompt: dewey's been in love with you since forever, but always believed you were out of his league. it takes you thinking he's dating gale for him to finally confess.

word count: 1.5k+

notes: beta??? we die like men always. pumped this out in a few days because i realized i hadn't written anything since june. uni is kicking my ass. ── check out my other works; horror movie masterlist & other masterlists

“Why didn’t you tell me they were coming?!”

Dewey scrambles to brush crumbs off his khaki uniform and tugs at his hair, using the reflection of a cake-stained small dessert spoon until Tatum takes pity and provides a compact mirror. No matter how much spit he uses, a patch of hair stubbornly remains upright. 

Of course, the one day he needs to look perfect—the Californian humidity ruins it. 

He asks Tatum for gel, knowing full well she carries a miniature beauty supply store in her school bag instead of notebooks. Naturally, because he’s done some unknown godforsaken thing that haunts him to this day, Tatum doesn’t have any.

Resigning at the state of his hair, Dewey shoves the bulky police cap onto his head in a huff. 

As a law student at a prestigious school, you’ve been too swamped to visit him—Woodsboro. If he had time to prepare, he would’ve glued his hair down and then applied hairspray to seal it. His uniform would’ve been ironed to perfection. He would’ve worn the only expensive and barely used cologne; the one you mailed him a year ago for his birthday. He would’ve picked you up at the airport in his police cruiser. 

Totally not to show off or anything.

Tatum shrugs, digging into his New York cheesecake, leaving her own dessert untouched. “I thought you knew.”

“Obviously not! Does mom know?”

“Relax, doofus. You kissed her with your massive Transformers headgear and totally barfed on her skirt in front of the whole school.” Dewey cringes and snatches his plate away. Tatum sticks her tongue out. “If she stuck around after that, what makes you think she gives a shit about a wrinkled shirt?”

At 14 years old, Dewey snagged a bottle of wine from his moms cabinet. It took only a few sips before Dewey got drunk-the ultimate lightweight-and began rambling. In the midst of his slurred rant about geometry class were compliments directed at you. You easily returned his awkward flirtations. Within seconds he was on you, headgear smashing into your mouth, busting your gums enough for them to start bleeding. 

He didn’t speak to you for over a week.

The next year, at 15, you and Dewey tried out for the school play at his behest. Unsurprisingly, you got the lead while he got an insignificant role with only a handful of lines. Still, Dewey was nervous because he shared a single scene with you. Right before the play, he chugged two lukewarm cartons of milk and scarfed down three slices of pizza from the school cafeteria to calm him down. 

By the time his scene arrived, his stomach twisted into knots, tightening at the bright lights and echoing voices. When he approaches you for the scene, dressed prettily in all white with a bright smile, he swears it’s reserved only for him. The pressure of his heart rapidly pounding in his chest mixed with the nausea bubbling in his stomach until it finally ruptured. 

All over you. 

Tatum does have a point, though. Even after those two events—and plenty of other embarrassing instances—you still stayed. Saw him through the headgear, through his early volunteering days as junior cop, and his disastrous anxiety-ridden senior year. Only leaving when Woodsboro couldn’t offer the extensive law program of your dreams.

But that’s what friends do. Right?

“Besides, who doesn’t love a man in a uniform?” Tatum continues, shoving her compact back in her cheerleading duffle bag. 

“My muscle mass in my upper torso area does help my boyish good looks.” Tatum mutters a soft gross under her breath. “Do you really think she might like me?”

“God, Dewey. You are helpless.”

He shakes his head, trying to shake off the confusing mixed messages Tatum is giving. “I won’t be seeing her, anyway. I’ll be very busy being your chauffeur.” 

“Righttttt, about that…”

Tatum gets out of her seat, a smile stretching on her rose-painted lips as she notices your car pulling up across the street to park. Just as you exit your car, another vehicle pulls up right in front of Tatum.

“I’m riding with Mia today. Stay out as long as you’d like.” 

With a wink, Tatum jumps into Mia’s car before Dewey can blink. 

He scrambles to stand up from his seat when he notices you, ripping his uniform hat off and pressing it against his chest. His voice is soft when he says your name. 

You giggle and he clenches his hat tightly, heart jumping at your bright smile. “At ease, officer Riley.” 

Okay. That was hot. 

You slide into Tatum’s seat and he immediately returns to his own. “You look really good, Dewey. The pictures Tatum sent me don’t do you justice.”

Dewey briefly ducks his gaze from you with a shy smile. “I could say the same about you, though. You’ve always looked very pretty.”

Your eyes briefly widen before settling into an eye smile. “Such a flatterer. Your new girlfriend helped you with that?” You tease, picking up a clean spoon, digging into the untouched dessert Tatum left while Dewey sputters out denials.

He realizes midway that you’re eating your favorite dish-meaning Tatum set him up knowing full well how flustered he would be. 

“Gale Weathers! As your first girlfriend?” You exclaim, bringing him back from his mental tirade, he’s preparing for Tatum tonight. “Very impressive, Dew. Very impressive.”

He ducks away from your gaze again and scratches his neck. “Gale is…nice.” 

She’s actually not, and only is kind when she wants the latest scoop. From a career standpoint, Dewey admires her no nonsense approach and adamant energy to finish an assignment-no matter how wrong the outcomes may be. 

On a personal level, Dewey dislikes Gale for using him to get confidential police information and to Sidney. 

Okay, so in the beginning he didn’t know he was being used, genuinely thinking that Gale was into him. It wasn’t until Tatum all but beat him to realize that the ‘soul-sucking snake’ was married to her job and not interested in dating a dorky dude who still collects Garbage Pail Kids. 

“It’s not fair that you’ve gained all this confidence after I left.”

“What do you mean?”

You swallow and shrug. “Well, you know, I’ve always thought we’d make a cute couple, but you were never ready for a relationship back then. Now I come back and you’re with a celebrity.” You hum briefly, tapping the spoon against your lips. “Makes a girl feel some type of way.”

Dewey short circuits, heart pounding so hard against his chest he’s surprised you can’t hear it. But he can. It’s the only thing he can hear besides the million and one thoughts rushing through his head like some Tron program. 

His head is starting to hurt, burdened with all the what-ifs. What if he confessed the day after the wine incident? Or kissed you at the local diner after senior prom? Would you have wanted him-shy, doofy, and weak- to go to college with you? 

Now he’s thinking about all the potential dates you could’ve had on campus. Coffee dates. Late night library study sessions. Movie nights at his dorm. Maybe a banquet dinner if he bravely trudged through various hazing sessions. Or a fancy one at one of your law events. 

“I’m such an idiot!” Dewey mumbles, slouching forward to press his forehead against the green translucent table. 

“Uh, Dewey? You alright? You’re like, really red.” 

It feels like he opened a hot oven and the heat bursts out against his satin skin. Sweat builds at his hairline or under his mustache or sideburns—he can’t tell. All he’s focused on is you. Your concerned expression, the way the sunlight highlights the bridge of your nose, a dessert crumb on your bottom lip.  

But, all the words he’s always wanted to say jumble in his brain, so he settles on “I love you.” 

Then he panics because his brain is catching up to his words—his life-changing, friendship-shattering declaration, and immediately jumps in to apologize. His eyes are darting around, hands waving into the air. His rambles are less than an apology and more of word vomit expressing even more embarrassingly his decade-plus affection for you. 

He sweats more. 

He immediately halts when he feels your hand gently grab his own. “Dewey.” He looks up to find a contented smile on your lips. “If you’re not busy with the Gale Weathers, I would really like to take you on a date tonight.”

His heart stutters. “Really?” You nod. “I get off at 6:30.”

Your lips stretch out more. “Great! I’ll pick you up at 8, Officer Riley.” You lean over to peck him on the cheek. 

He watches you stand and leave, only to turn around when you get to your car to wink at him. When you’re safely in your care and drive away, Dewey lifts his hand up to touch the cheek you kissed.

The what-ifs still swim in his brain. At least now, he has hope to finally achieve them.

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[tannerballengee]

A month or so ago the talented artist & High School teacher @houlart asked me if I’d be interested in contributing to his exploration of the concept of Creativity with one of his classes, using any medium I’d like. I was humbled & more than willing to help. After thinking about what I could possibly offer towards the discussion of Creativity & what it means to me, I decided on impulse to record myself talking on a voice note on my iPhone in my backyard at 1:38 AM on Sunday June 25, 2023. One take, first try, off the cuff—so please excuse the scrambled thought process and intermittent pauses. Thinking I could put more effort into it than a drunk rant, I decided to supplement it with VX footage filmed during winter 2020/2021, featuring skateboarding by Dominic Randazzo, Steven Salazar, Brad Niske, Nick Zizzo, and yours truly. I also added artwork & photographs created by Jacob Taylor, Steven Salazar, Noah Wasem, Alex Hancek, Dylan Hill, Adam Zanzucchi, and myself. It’s kind of corny but it’s honest and sweet.

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I posted 620 times in 2022

That's 620 more posts than 2021!

435 posts created (70%)

185 posts reblogged (30%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 547 of my posts in 2022

Only 12% of my posts had no tags

#mf heetiddies anon - 64 posts

#sage ; rants ! - 53 posts

#<3 anon - 36 posts

#❤️‍🩹 genie - 32 posts

#bed of lies - 28 posts

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#enhypen smut - 20 posts

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Longest Tag: 90 characters

#like if someone i know in real life comes across this blog they'd immediately know it's me

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

GAME OVER ! ― lee heeseung

↳ PAIRING: lee heeseung x fembodied!reader

↳ SYNOPSIS: lee heeseung is good at one thing and one thing only; making other people's lives a living hell. you and lee heeseung first crossed paths in middle school when he asked you out, just to laugh in your face when you said yes; making you his new target. so it didn’t exactly come as a surprise to you when he started spreading rumors about you wanting to hook up with him back in high school; a rumor that still haunted you to this very day.

OR IN WHICH the two of you enter college and with his endless torment never coming to an end, you decide you’ve had enough. stripping him of the only thing he thrives on, you decide to take your revenge; that one rumor being the key to tearing his beloved reputation down.

↳ GENRE: enemies to lovers, college!au

↳ WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, cursing, angst, heeseung being an asshole most of the time, smut; oral sex, handjobs, unprotected sex, fingering, making out etc, minors dni!

↳ FEATURES: sungchan from nct, chenle from nct, enhypen hyung line, yunjin from le sserafim, chaeryeong from itzy

↳ TAGLIST: let me know if u wanna be added !

↳ A/N: with bed of lies coming to an end, i decided it was time to announce my upcoming project: game over ! super excited for this one & i hope u guys will enjoy it just as much &lt;3

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#4

fuck buddies, park sunghoon x reader

↳ pairing: sunghoon x fembodied!reader

↳ word count: 5,5k

↳ summary: park sunghoon never meant to fall in love with his fuckbuddy, yet he did. ↳ a/n: oh my the ending is so rushed I’M SORRY …..

↳ warnings: smut! minors dni, choking, dom!sunghoon, sub!reader, curse words, names such as slut etc (lemme know if there’s more i should add)

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1,279 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

#3

GAME OVER ! ― part one

masterlist . . . next

↳ PAIRING: lee heeseung x fembodied!reader

↳ SUMMARY: by accidentally ruining heeseungs chances of getting laid, you slowly but successfully start tearing down his reputation. heeseung, however, isn’t going to let it pass that easily.  

↳ WORDCOUNT: 13,4k

↳ WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, brief mention of someone vomiting, smut! fingering, brief marking minors dni! let me know if there’s anything else i should add.

↳ TAGLIST:  @ktnblrz @ckline35 @bteeznation @amourhee @hoonicookies @aliensrme @deobitifull @sweetjaemss @heeswifeyy @mulligrubsss @han8ul​ @flower-lise​ @asyleums​ @jksecret @bwljules​ @heersheysblog​ @dearhee​ @25dejulho​ @loves0ft​ @sunghoonmybeloved​ @heesuengs @tokina​ @rikakhai​ @wonieeee​ @entiways @sunghoons-hand​ (the ones in bold could not be tagged)

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1,383 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

#2

countertop, lee heeseung x reader

↳ pairing: heeseung x reader (college!au)

↳ word count: 2,2k

↳ summary: maybe going to the party jay had been talking about all week wasn’t as bad as heeseung had anticipated, thanks to you.

↳ a/n: god damn i need hee to fuck me against a bathroom countertop after writing this

↳ warnings: smut!, alcohol, drunk people

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1,871 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

bed of lies ; park sunghoon

↳ PAIRING: park sunghoon x fembodied!reader

↳ SUMMARY: to prove to his best friend that he could get any girl he wants, park sunghoon makes a bet. within the next 30 days, he has to make the next girl that walks into the room fall in love with him. sunghoon, however, hadn’t anticipated the feelings he would gain during those 30 days.

↳ GENRE: fake relationship (kind of)

↳ WORDCOUNT: around 40k

↳ WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, cigarettes, cursing, angst, sunghoon has major mommy issues lmfao, smut; oral sex, handjobs, unprotected sex, fingering, making out, handjobs etc, minors dni!

↳ TAGLIST: CLOSED !

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1,983 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

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[ehilikeshoney]

Random post alert (aka me ranting about school stuff + my review for the first mission in GTA TBoGT)

So, this was basically the last day of school for me (since the majority of teachers in my country are striking [due to low salaries] starting next week), and just like all school days, it was shit, even shittier than usual cuz I’ve been having beef with my benchmate for a while now and all I can say is that she snapped today because she claimed I “ignored” her the entire week. Well yeah, school is almost over, there’s the final exams (aka probably the most important ones in my life and which my entire academic future depends on) waiting for me to take them at the end of June, so I have no fucking energy left to listen to you crying about your bf not texting you “good morning” or sending you 3 hearts instead of 5 or other shit like this.

But whatever, I have no energy left to draw anything today either (sorry 😔). Since this was the last week of school and most of us (myself included) didn’t have enough grades, you can only imagine I had to study quite a lot this week.

However, I didn’t rlly procrastinate all day today. After waking up from a nap, I decided to start playing GTA TBoGT instead.

All I can say is that the experience so far is interesting (just like the last time I played this game), even if I just finished only the first mission.

I genuinely didn’t know what to do in the club when the game told me to “hang out” in it. I tried doing the dancing mini game, but after constantly failing, I just went upstairs and did the champagne chugging one instead (since, for me at least, that one’s easier).

Also, I love Luis’ self confidence when he’s drunk. My man literally went: “LUIS 😡 FERNANDO 😤 LOPEZ 😫 !!! REMEMBER THAT NAME ☝️ !!!” or “I 🙋‍♂️ WILL RULE 💪 THIS TOWN 🗣️ !!!”

I like it :)

What I don’t like tho is the fact that the missions are being scored here. I was like “🫤” when I saw I only scored 50% ffs 😭😔

But overall, good game 😐👍

[thestarsarecool]

11, 15, 22, 42!

Hi, thank you Fiona!!!

11. What was your favorite concert you've ever been to?

Sorry to be predictable, but it really was the McCartney concert I went to last June. It was legitimately life-changing and completely altered the way I think about music. It was totally surreal, as though I was high but it was the best high ever and it lasted for days. I kept yelling out "WHAT?!" and "NO WAY!" and laughing hysterically the whole time?? Bruce Springsteen showed up and I think Paul planned that but then later Bon Jovi showed up just to sing happy birthday and left?? Ridiculous. I have this photo of my parents' faces when Bruce Springsteen walked out and it's really funny. But it was nuts. Like, Paul started playing Blackbird and my mom looked at ME and said "Maya I'm so proud of you" and started crying because she remembered how I learned to play that song on the piano (it was like this little jazzy version) when I was eight and she also started ranting to me about how scared she was about how the world would treat my little sibling because they're nonbinary? She also got a little drunk before the concert and said to me and my siblings "when he plays Maybe I'm Amazed, me and your dad are gonna make out the entire time" which was really funny (that was the song they danced to for their first dance at their wedding). The concert was legitimately altering the chemicals in our brains.

And it really was this crazy feeling for me. Because though I've always loved the Beatles and I had been involved in Beatles fan-spaces before, I really wasn't in the midst of an intense Beatles phase like I am now when I saw the concert. And it swept me off my feet, how much I loved it. I didn't go thinking it was going to be that incredible. I had seen artists I loved in concert before who had even more of a personal nostalgia element and not felt this way. I grew up on Billy Joel's music more so than any other musician, and when I went with my family to see him in concert, it was excellent and I had a great time, but I didn't have this urge to go see him again and again and again. It didn't fundamentally alter the way I viewed his music or music in general. But, man, Paul McCartney... It was just this feeling of loving this music so much. Loving it so so so much. And I didn't even know how much I loved it until I was there, loving it. And it was my parents dancing to Maybe I'm Amazed at their wedding and it was little me playing Blackbird on the piano and it was teasing my siblings to the tune of Honey Pie ("you are driving me crazy, I love you but I'm lazy, so won't you please go home") and it was watching the Yellow Submarine movie three times a week when I was seven and it was singing In My Life at my eight grade graduation and it was getting home from school and opening my falling-apart Lennon/McCartney songbook to pluck out Here, There, and Everywhere on the piano and it was and it was singing Band on the Run in the hallways of my middle school and it was getting Lovely Rita stuck in my head so bad that I couldn't stop singing it. And THEN it was looking up and seeing tens of thousands of people loving it just as much as me. And then I understood Beatlemania and I understand why this made people go insane and I understood everything and it was everything. Then I annoyed everyone for months by never shutting up about seeing Paul in concert.

Other concerts I've really loved were Billy Joel, Dead & Co., Elton John, and various jam bands at various music festivals that I went to as a kid with my entire extended family.

15. What song has the most meaning to you?

Oh man, this is a tough one for me. Cause I generally attach to and am moved the most by songs because of their beauty and sound but not because I connect especially to their meaning, if that makes sense? Let's see. I remember being really moved by Billy Joel's Vienna, though that's a basic choice I suppose. In recent memory, the songs I have been most struck by are The Velvet Underground's I'll Be Your Mirror and Leonard Cohen's Who By Fire. Those mean a lot to me.

22. What songs do you listen to when you're sad?

I know a lot of people tend to listen to sad music when they're sad, but I generally just listen to music that I find either very beautiful or very calming. So this tends to be the Beach Boys (only certain songs though) and the Grateful Dead. Listening to the Grateful Dead makes me think of home. So basically I listen to all of Pet Sounds on repeat and Eyes of the World, Ripple, Uncle John's Band, etc. Oh!! I also find listening to Sgt. Pepper all the way through very reinvigorating. That guitar at the beginning wakes me up. Also Peter, Paul, and Mary! Weave Me the Sunshine makes me so happy. And Rainy Days and Mondays by the Carpenters.

42. For the next week, you can only listen to five songs. What would you choose to listen to?

42!!!!!!!!!!! The meaning of life, the universe, and everything. I set all my alarms to 42 or 18 for good luck.

Ok, on to the actual question, my first instinct here was to list songs that are little medleys in and of themselves, but now I'm thinking I kind of want to get some variety? I don't know, here are my picks:

You Never Give Me Your Money by the Beatles

America by Simon & Garfunkel

Beechwood Park by the Zombies

Son of Sam by Elliott Smith

Uncle John's Band by the Grateful Dead

I can't imagine getting sick of those songs, so I think they'd last me the week.