#edit: basically no reactions to this so uhh
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so i was just scrolling insta, as you do and then this one video came up about being unapologetically you and uhhh
Olli????? You got smt to tell us buddy??? đ€šđ«”đłïžâđâïž
#olli caldwell#huh#he likes a lot weird shit soo this doesnt have to mean anything#but if it does#we love you the same olli#or maybe more#and ik he doesnt need to come out#(if he is queer)#but gosh that would mean the world to me if he did#elms#edit: basically no reactions to this so uhh#frederik vesti#fred vesti#sorry fred but i need your fame to spread the name of your ex roomie#f2#f3
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AITA for trying to kill someone and his friends after he betrayed me?
Okay, to start this, I might be a bad person. But this isn't about that! This is about something between me [? M] and four other guys [idk like 13?? M] who i'll just call G, R, B, and V
So its a long story but basically I was created to act out some guys wishes and kill the four people i mentioned previously (he was one guy once) or something. tbh ive just been trolling its pretty fun
but not really but kinda recently i showed up in the spooky woods to surprise one of the four (V) and i was trying to get him to join my side (the evil side heh heh...) because i thought it would be funny to see his friends reactions, and also hes sorta cool but thats not related i swear. and then he almost immediately joined me it was great
but yeah we talked with my boss and stuff and V officially became a creature of darkness and did a mission to trick R and B but i had to miss that because i was busy talking to the princess but thats unrelated lol. also his friends all met up at the big volcano later and oh boy you guys shouldve SEEN their reactions to V being evil. G even challenged him to a duel it was HILARIOUS! V totally beat up G but I guess he didn't and just faked the kill or something
We left to talk about evil schemes and we drank uhh⊠"evil root beer" and it was great and I told V a bunch of dark side secrets which ig was a bad idea in hindsight. I showed him where all the dark power comes from and then he started to talk about evil schemes and how we could rule the world together (âŠi wish) and defeat my boss. He was absolutely devious! even worse than me! We then burnt some stuff with my cool dragon and went to sleep
that same night he tried to break the source of the dark power! He was using me for information that entire time!â I, of course, reacted badly, and tried to execute him over a lava pit because he was my first real friend and I feel like if i reacted better we could still be friends. anyways his friends saved him so i lunged at them and then they used the power of friendship or something and blasted me with light, killing me
now im back and want to know⊠aita?
edit: guys no we were just friends
edit 2: oh, it seems V already posted here. hi. anyways im going to go now the princess just got stolen by an evil cloud https://www.tumblr.com/aita-blorbos/732579183389294592/aita-for-almost-killing-someone-i-met-this-goth
[ooc: note that i, the person who submitted this post, is not the person who submitted the other one lmao. i just thought it was funny that i found that.]
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I already reblogged this earlier today, but having seen this multiple times on my dash I actually went to watch the video because the full english in the image he makes looks⊠sterile? Itâs hard to explain but it looks so *safe*. And sure enough, in the video, it IS just that. Food cooked more for color and visual appeal than flavor. He undercooks the mushrooms, the sausages donât get enough color so that the one stripe of Maillard reaction pops more, in general everything is only lightly and purposely cooked in a way that does not lend well to flavor or mouthfeel. The resulting dish simply isnât going to be pleasant to eat, or at least vastly less pleasant than an ordinarily, thoroughly prepared full english.
Now, I bring this up because, outside of being a self-absorbed foodtuber and cryptobro who thinks he canât do no wrong, Iâve noticed all of his content is no longer about showing how to cook iconic recipes from shows. Initially in the VERY early years of Babish, his channel was built off of a fun premise: make weird dishes from TV shows. He was already pretty handy in the kitchen, but was less secure about his abilities, carried vulnerability, was very clearly genuine. But as he got more attention and people praised his handiwork, he quickly dropped his genuine behaviors and mannerisms and almost immediately doubled down on this new persona he had found, this Humble Kitchen Mastermind he now wants us to perceive him as. Any mess-ups in the videos felt less on accident and more scripted, his attempts at expanding content immediately jumped to âBasics with Babishâ where he takes it upon himself to show you how to cook in a move that felt a little too self-indulgent for his ego. And after a while, he rebranded to âBabish Culinary Universeâ, shedding any sort of perception that he was of humble beginnings and jumped on the opportunity to make what was once fun cooking videos into a Business.
Ever since then, his videos have purely become style over substance. While his skills were still sound, his presentation was sterile. He would do a dish from a show, then completely spit in the face of it and staunchly declare heâs now going to do a BABISH version, in which he takes this fun food concept and perverts it into something unrecognizable to the source material. In the past he had done this sort of thing, but it was sparingly. Now, itâs a common occurrence, and feels even more like performative reinforcement of his internet persona. Nothing feels genuine.
Which now brings me to today. Iâve been watching his videos sparingly over this year, less as a means of enjoyment and more as a case study. All of his videos where he makes food from shows are so unbelievably artificial. The Everything Bagel video is not a proper video on making The Everything Bagel, it is seven minutes of jarring editing and wasted seasonings all for an unfunny joke. His initial attempt at making the cheeseburger from The Menu was wildly half-assed, failing to capture why the scene from the movie was so powerful in the first place(appreciation of food for foodâs sake, the simple joy of cooking) and he wastes no time in doing his BABISH version, somehow making a high-effort *fancy* burger that looks even worse than the simple burger in the movie.
And here we are, the Full English video sponsored by Hogwarts Legacy. After all this backstory, after all this text, what the fuck point am I trying to make? Itâs this:
Babish is not in the business of making videos about food, not anymore. Babish is in the business of making videos about his character. Without a doubt, Babish knows the implications of aligning his character with this game and all the controversy it, and Harry Potter, bring with it.
And Babish chose to make the video.
uhh TLDR Fuck this guy he knows what he did
babish bigot embarrassment
#YEAH a lot of this was with a very subjective twist#but Iâve been very VERY into the Foodtuber scene and the psychology behind it#also itâs 1 in the morning so Iâm not going to do my best writing right now lol
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modern au!jayden fun facts - tennis edition
first off, we'll start with jayden's wta ranking :D
realistically, jayden would not be a top 10 player during her first year of going pro but jayden is fictional so i say that the highest she'd reach for her first year would be #6
then eventually i think her highest career ranking would be #3 simply because iga swiatek and aryna sabalenka (aka the top two players in the world) are insane
jayden would mostly be known for her fast and hard ass serves but anyone who actually plays against her would agree that she has a variety of plays and is able to place the ball on the court really well (thanks to her brother being a real pain in the ass to play against)
one of her favorite plays is to serve and immediately rush the net because most of the time, her opponent is just trying to get the ball back into the court, which makes it easy for jayden to put the ball away
although her backhand is probably the more consistent ground stroke than her forehand, it's probably her least favorite side to hit from because she's spent months trying to perfect her spacing and timing of hitting the ball for her backhand
also she enjoys hitting volleys because it tests her reaction speed, she loves being able to predict where she thinks her opponent is going to hit the ball and instantly return it with a volley
her FAVE shot to hit though is a backhand down the line. it's such a satisfying hit and she will NEVER EVER miss it
btw jayden is a grunter i'm sorry
BUT she isn't a super loud grunter, she does a little "hup!" and it's rarely picked up on the court mics during matches or practices
those fun little matches where the players are mic'ed up are the death of jayden because then EVERYONE starts going "hup!" to tease her and she gets all embarrassed oh my poor girl
anyway jayden loves tennis so she would take any chance to be on the court, whether she's playing singles, doubles, or mixed doubles with her brother. she just enjoys her time playing the sport whenever she can
her family, ellie, and ron (and carl too ig) are there to support her at her first grand slam đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
WHICH SHE WINS BECAUSE I SAID SO
also jayden is so loved and she is basically becomes bffs with anyone she plays against
sorry guys i can't imagine jayden being hated by anyone because uhh (runs away)
okay idk how much u guys know abt tennis but this was just me nerding out, hope u enjoy đ
#just wanted to infodump (aka project onto jayden) about tennis#this took me like three hours to write LMAO#all for you jayden đ«¶#jayden reese#twd modern au rp
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Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.
I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed
Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary
People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so đŹ
Brothers+ undateables reaction
Mammon snaps:
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This is something Iâve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isnât by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, itâs very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.
Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didnât know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldnât include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point Iâm just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!
âąCharacters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.
â ïžWarnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and thatâs about it.
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For the past few months, Lord Diavoloâs pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Luciferâs orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Leviâs was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.
âI expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,â Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look âIâm especially talking to you Mammon. Donât try to steal anything or Iâll cut your hands off.â
âI told ya big bro, ya donât have to worry about me! Iâll be a golden child today! Promise!â Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that mightâve followed.
âLook, thereâs our table! Letâs go sit down. Lord Diavoloâs speech is going to start any minute now.â
Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he canât help but snatch it away. And thereâs obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.
âMC, look at this!â He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet âshitâ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.
âI understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and Iâll throw you in Cerberusâ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.â
âLucifer, itâs not a big deal-â
âYeah, OK,â Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didnât quiet reach his eyes âI gotcha. Can-â
âSpeaking of Cerberus,â Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him âDidnât you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now theyâre out of stock, you scummy piece of-â
The third eldest wouldâve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadnât pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasnât going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothersâ antics from three tables down.
âI guess thatâs Mammon for you,â Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table âHe lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since itâs coming from me.â
âI apologised for that!â Mammon whined, referring to Leviâs accusation and choosing not to address Belphieâs insult âI was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldnât!â
âPerhaps that wouldnât happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,â Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier âNot like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.â
You watch as Mammon clenched his fist âCan we please just move on-â
âI canât believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,â Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon âYouâre always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we canât go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-â
âIâm hungry-â
âNot now, Beel!â
âCutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,â Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.
Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldnât miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Luciferâs case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. Thatâs the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.
He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. Itâs important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he canât even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isnât an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothersâ earshot.
âWhy does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? Heâd probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldnât he? Itâs so fucking unfair. He wonât change no matter what so why risk MCâs safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.â
It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon wouldâve laughed at their faces if it werenât for the circumstances leading up to that point.
âWhat gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?â Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings âDo not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. Youâve been having a field day with me for centuries now and Iâm starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesnât matter. What matters is that Iâve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and yâall are acting as if Iâm out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...â He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.
âDonât you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. Youâre the ones that have put MC in dangerâs way time and time again in the past few weeks, and youâre out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-youâre lucky I donât have your fucking heads.â
He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering âMC forgave you. I didnât. And I have no reason to. Not with how youâve been treating me.âOnce he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.
......
Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this
You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug âDonât look at me. You guys fucked up.â Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.
Lucifer:
-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them
-Maybe because he believed they werenât being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammonâs eyes they were
-âHarshâ in Luciferâs vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults
-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions
-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe heâs the root of the problem
-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected
-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all
-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature
-He would blame himself for Mammonâs outburst simply because heâs the older brother and he shouldâve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this
-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then heâs there to fix it within hours, thatâs how it always worked
-Except he doesnât know how to fix this exactly
-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally
-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavoloâs Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time
-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night
-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)
-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room
-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but thereâs no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet
-Heâs sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammonâs voice the night before, itâs not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.
Levi:
-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth
-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Luciferâs credit card to buy merch before being found out
-Mustâve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there
-Or maybe he didnât think his insults were going to affect him much
-They usually donât
-Or at least thatâs the impression heâs been under for a while now
-Mammon doesnât snap easily under pressure but Levi mustâve really hit a nerve there that night
-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it
-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home
-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame
-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of âhow do I stop my brother from killing me?â
-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly donât see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon
-Not even because he doesnât want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding
-So without your help, itâs likely the two wonât be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable
-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know itâs him)
-That is a big sacrifice on Leviâs part considering how precious his merchandise is to him
-But the idea that heâs gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real
-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling
-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesnât want to see his brothers
-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice
Satan:
-He wouldnât be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldnât spot the anger within someone from a mile away
-Heâs always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan itâs second nature to just know when someoneâs on the brink of snapping
-Itâs no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammonâs wrath spilling out before anyone else did
-But alas, he realised it too late
-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he wouldâve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not
-Itâs difficult to tell if he couldâve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-
-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room
-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Luciferâs face
-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something
-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasnât sure he could do much consoling
-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he wonât be able to escape out of too easily
-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home
-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers
-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first
-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesnât want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again
-He might get pissy with him if heâs being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts
-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they wonât be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????
-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on
-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!
Asmo:
-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing
-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes itâs another one of those âMammonâ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him
-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? Heâs always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all
-Asmoâs observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothersâ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second
-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else
-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer itâs ignored
-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself
-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammonâs keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy
-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesnât feel right to do so
-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck
-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner
-So now those two arenât talking (itâs honestly so exhausting since theyâre shoving the blame onto each other without stop)
-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise
-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isnât healthy
-Takes Mammonâs outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasnât said a word to any of them
-And thatâs driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point
-Of course, much like Mammonâs mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting
-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and itâs really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo
Beel:
-Literally the only one here that doesnât dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day
-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, itâs usually in good nature rather than malice
-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if thatâs the case
-Beel wasnât listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about
-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary
-Thatâs the first thing that put him on alert
-And then the second bornâs aura was also...off putting
-Mightâve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got
-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out
-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him
-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times
-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad
-Perhaps because he didnât step in as much as he shouldâve...?
-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels itâs the only logical answer
-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where itâs affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony
-Beel knows Mammon doesnât want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesnât want to come out and have dinner with them
-Or he relies on you to give it to him
-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesnât even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable
-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isnât in the mood to hear apologies
-Again, heâs trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)
-Even if he gets ignored, heâs still going to do it
-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesnât give in
Belphie:
-Couldâve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about
-Or at least thatâs what it looked like to the average passer-by
-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table
-âOK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-â
-Donât trust that sarcastic commentary, heâs in deep thought on the inside
-Maybe he shouldâve expected this but then again, he never wouldâve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive
-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl
-As if he didnât already feel like the worldâs biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up
-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes âSee what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.â
-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)
-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home
-However, he actually visits Mammonâs dreams that night
-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown
-Itâs his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation
- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you donât see that very often with Belphagour
-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it
-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he canât do anything but give up
-He clearly wonât be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so
-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows heâs not any good at comfort or apologies)
-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie
-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it wonât be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either
-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammonâs buttons properly
Diavolo:
-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason
-He is clearly not involved but heâs under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night
-Diavolo wasnât even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in
-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasnât something you saw everyday
-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned
-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings
-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing itâs not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves
-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most
-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how heâs holding up because he doesnât want to pry)
-He canât do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space
-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and canât get on with their student council work because of it
-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and canât even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it wonât be pretty
-For now, heâs counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but itâs unlikely you can stop a train once itâs set in motion so just hope Mammon doesnât come out of his room until heâs calmed down
Barbatos:
-The butler is a Time Lord so itâs probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually
-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothersâ insults for much longer anyway
-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, heâs been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence
-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he wouldâve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown
-Again, he has no right to intervene
-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons
-I mean, youâre the one thatâs going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isnât the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily
-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)
-Heâs had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)
-Basically, in the same position as the Prince
-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows itâs not likely to happen any time soon
-For now, heâs getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering theyâre all vicious demons and all
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Al~ im mad I couldnât add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(
#reached my word limit and couldnât do all the characters >:(#honestly I hope this is good enough#it feels a bit off but Iâm too exhausted to do anything else about it#obey me#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me imagines#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me satan#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me HCs#om hcs#obey me! one master to rule them all#đȘ angst#đł mammon supremacy#âïž requests
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Thank you @lovebillyhargrove for tagging me <3 iâm honored
Letâs go ! :D
1. Do they get together before the mindflayer possessed Billy or after shit goes down (or maybe duringđČ)?
I like to headcanon that Billy and Steve were together between season 2 and 3 maybe friends with benefits that ended up to lovers, but Billy freaked out about the all falling in love feelings so they've eventually broke up in an emotional argument, and through season 3 they still have feelings for each others but doesn't assume them, they deny them ;~; sooo season 4 reunion, they'll definitely kiss hard, tears and sad giggles because they've missed each other so much q~q
2. Who kisses who first?
I would say Steve, he's romantic and just wants to be in love with someone that he cares for and makes him feel fulfilled, so he shows it. Billy will not assume himself being gay, falling in love with someone like Steve feels impossible so when his feelings are reciprocal it just feels unreal.
3. Where do they have their first sex? (Location) (HJs and BJs count)
I don't know what HJ and BJ mean ( edit: now I'm aware of the meaning đ ) I would definitely say a party or Billy's camero, their sexual relationship has started softly/slowly with HJ/BJ to see if each other was into it, and maybe for more.
4. Who says đ I love you đ first?
Like I said, Billy wouldn't feel confident enough to tell Steve. And Steve would not hide his feelings and love thoughts :3
5. Bottom!Steve or bottom!Billy?
I believe in them switching ^^ if it's bottom Steve it would be dominant bottom Steve for me, I don't really like Steve being powerless or seen as a virgin when he's a bottom Soo :3
6. Do they give gifts to each other?
Not at first, they are just friends with benefits so presents are out the table because giving something to someone would mean having feelings for each other. And thatâs something Billy wants to avoid unintentionally. They would potentially give each other mix tapes. But if do end up being together, they would give each other little stuff like jewelries, tapes, maybe even do clothes sharing :3
7. Where do they end up living? California, Chicago, Hawkins⊠idk. Alaska?? Any other location?
Away from Hawkins for sure, maybe California ? at least somewhere where they could be happy, proud of them and enjoy like near ocean to surf or swim :3
8. What are their future jobs?
ah hard question, iâve remembered someone mentioning Steve as like a nurse or something similar and i like the idea of Steve becoming a caring person, wanting people to feel better and to protect them; If not, maybe a small job in a little shop/market at least feel good where he works. As for Billy, mechanic Billy is always the first choice, it fits him :3 Maybe Lifeguard again ? as a partial job ?
9. Whoâs a better cook?
Uhh i donât know, i feel like Steve will only know the basic meals but he would mostly order food since he lives â alone â and with school and all, you donât want to waste your time cooking big meals for you when no one is here to at least congratulate you :/ Billy knows how to cook basic meals too for Max and him when their parents arenât home. He maybe knows special meals that his mom was cooking for them or him especially :3
10. Steve Hargrove or Billy Harrington?
Billy Harrington, Billy hates his father so changing his last name for Steveâs one is a way to end the family descendants and annoy his father, which can also annoy Steve dad.
11. Whatâs Maxâs reaction when she hears theyâre together?
Confused, she would not believe her eyes or ears x) â you gotta be joking â She definitely would not understand how Steve ended up with Billy because heâs gross and quite â selfish â with himself you know ? ( admiring himself and being proud of the way he looks ). Sheâll probably makes comments everytime she sees them together but deep down sheâll be happy to see Billy slowly changing and being happy, same for Steve even though sheâll be annoyed to see Steve waiting at the front door or trying to enter by the window x)Â
12. Describe in one sentence Hopperâs reaction when he hears the names Hargrove and Harrington mentioned together?Â
Annoyed, if he doesnât know that they are together or friends (w/benefits) Hopper will be annoyed and mad to go separate them fighting until he arrives ready to give them a lesson, and find them having a moment 7w7 he goes from annoyed to embarrassed to understanding ( with a bit of annoyment )Â
13. Does Robin like Billy or does Robin hate Billy?
Sheâll be annoyed first, because Billy is the new King of the school and she definitely doesn't like popular guys, being bullies and who are putting themselves under the spots like they were better than anyone. But she will start to understand him, know him and she will like him but still thinks heâs gross, making gross comments about what heâs doing with Steve and comments on Robin about how she should move her ass to go get her crush. Billy will be playful with her but if Robin needs support, advices Billy will be serious about it but add jokes and funny comments to de-stress her :3
14. What about Dustin?
ohh Dustin ?! Just like Max but he still would not accept the fact that Steve fell for someone like Billy Hargrove, sometimes things can go well when they talk about nerd subjects that Steve isnât into ot interested into, it can end up in big arguments with middle fingers/confused/disapproval looks and sometimes they do agree with each other. But Dustin will be jealous deep down of Steve and Billy being together.
15. Fave harringrove AU?
uhh i donât know, i like them all in their own way. I love the classic one with Billy surviving or avoiding season 3 :3
16. Billy + Camaro =�
Love, he likes his car because it represents him, highlights him, translates his personality and itâs probably the only thing that reminds him of good times in California. ( i think he might even been meticulous with it like my brother x) )
Iâm tagging @memes-saved-me @ihni if you want to do it and any one who wants to do it ^^â
#harringrove#tag game#steve harrington#Billy Hargrove#billy x steve#steve harrington x billy hargrove#peanut booi
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Technoblade x Reader... (Platonic)
Your health is more important.
Techno was currently in his room, sat in front of his computer editing his new video. Itâs not like he anticipated it taking this long. However itâd been five hours since heâd started and his friend had arrived at his house two hours ago, and at this point he was too far gone.
But a knock startled him out of focus, and his head whipped around to his door.
âHey..â a soft voice rang out after heâd taken off his headphones.
âYeah? Did you need somethinâ?â He replied, turning in his chair to look at the owner of the strangely comforting voice.
His best friend stood at his door way with a plate of pasta.
âNo, no. Was just coming to ask how much longer you think youâll be? Because itâs late and I kind of think you should be getting some rest, you know.â His friend looked down and gestured the plate out slightly as if to emphasise itâs existence.
âI can later, I just need to finish this video..â He glanced back at his computer, before fixing his gaze back on his friend.
âYou never announced that a video was being uploaded, yeah? So you can afford being a day later than you wanted in order to take care of yourself.â
He sighed.
âI suppose but itâs going to bother me that itâs cominâ out late just because I needed to eat dinner or somethinâ.â
âHave you eaten today, at all?â
âUhh.. Iâm gonna be honest, no.â
âThatâs not okay, Tech... Come eat this then you can sleep.â They gestured out the plate again in the hopes heâd finally agree this time.
âY/n...But what about-.â
âIt can wait, you can finish it tomorrow, your health is more important than a Minecraft video, dude.â
âYeah... Alright. Fair enough.â He sighed and stood up, taking the plate and walking into the kitchen.
âYou have to learn to take better care of yourself.â They leaned against the counter, watching Techno eat.
âI kinda enjoy havinâ you help me, though.â He shrugged and braced himself before shovelling a load of spinach leaves into his mouth, cringing at the taste.
âI know that.â They laughed slightly, amused at his reaction, âBut thatâs because youâd probably be dead if I wasnât here to help you with all your basic necessities.â
He hummed in agreement, chewing on whatever heâd managed to shove into his mouth during the five seconds his friend was talking.
âStop eating so fast, itâs gross.â They whined, resting their elbows on the counter, head in their hands.
âShut up, y/n. I havenât eaten all day, nerd.â
âDonât call me a nerd, loser.â
âDonât call me a loser, nerd.â He grinned down at his plate, as if heâd just made the funniest joke known to man, laughing when they shoved his shoulder a little.
âShut up, oh my god.â
âYou know, for beinâ a stereotypical âmum friendâ you sure do hate me a lot.â He played with the vegetables on his plate and snickered.
As much as he hates to admit it, he enjoyed their company and was endlessly appreciative of the fact that they always looked out for him, and prepared food for him when he wouldnât care to himself. He could never thank them enough.
But god, he hated spinach.
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-đȘ this was not as good as I wouldâve liked it to be lmao I just wanted to post something because I feel unproductive when I havenât and itâs been too long since this was requested because Iâm lazy LOL
Also there may be typos but I have read through about four times, I am not reading it again lmao
#mcyt headcanon#mcyt headcanons#mcyt x reader#technoblade x reader#techno x reader#platonic technoblade#technoblade x reader platonic#platonic technoblade x reader#Karl jacobs x reader#quackity x reader#wilbur soot x reader#technobladexreader#mcyt dream x reader
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New Beginnings // roommate!au
(a/n) Iâm sorry @duskholland for coming up with these aus. the good thing about it is, that I have no self control so here it is, the New Girl!roommate!au :) iâm not gonna say itâs great, and also iâv seen like 5 episodes of the show maybe so itâs definitely my own take on the pilot. hope you like it.
word count: 6.3k
warning: swearing, sexual references (the first paragraph is as bad as it gets), dark humour and mentions of murder, sex trafficking - basically reasons why not to move in with strangers you meet off of craigslist. Please be safe and responsible. but itâs all just fluff and humour. Also, possibly some horrible writing cause i couldnât bother editing this <3Â
âAnd when I walked into the bedroom I found him in there, completely naked, with some slut sucking his dick⊠so basically, thatâs why I need a new apartment.â You looked around at the three men in front of you, realising you had zoned out a bit there while telling your story. âSorry, what was the question?âÂ
âUhh,â the blonde one, which introduced himself as Harrison earlier, spoke, âDo you have any pets?âÂ
âOh,â well that was embarrassing, âNo, I mean I had a schnauzer when I was younger and I always wanted to get another one but who am I kidding, nothing will ever live up to Mr Snuzzlekins.â For the love of God, shut up! âNo, I donât have any pets.â You felt your entire face heating up. Suddenly you became very aware of a strand of hair that was in front of your face so you pushed it behind your ear
âMr Snuzzlekins?â The other one, Tom, laughed with a small smile.Â
âMy sister named him,â you lied. You were already embarrassed as it was.Â
There was a moment of silence where no one knew what to say next, so you decided to break the tension. Awkwardly laughing, you said: âYou know, the funny thing is, I didnât expect you to be⊠guys.â That was true. When you had been searching through the Craigslist advertisements there had been a lot of applications for housing but you had ignored most of them because they sounded too much like human trafficking scams or some other creeps looking for a way to get a girl. You had particularly found interest in this apartment, not only because of the actual great (and safe looking) location of the building but also because you had thought that the ad was written by a woman. Not that you didnât think a woman could murder you, but it did bring a bit more security to you to live with someone of your own gender.Â
Well, as you saw three men sitting in front of you, you had guessed that wrong. They did seem nice enough though. Handsome too. You really hoped they werenât murderers. They wouldnât do well in prison⊠also, your death. Not a favourable outcome in the slightest.Â
âWhyâd you think that?â the third one asked. You had missed his name during the introduction round, but you already felt like you could be good friends with him. His boyish charms made you think he was younger than the other two, though he did have a very small resemblance to Tom. You found it cute how his curls bounced around when he moved his head.Â
âWell, the ad, it was phrased⊠very femini-ninely...â That was definitely too many syllables. Could this interview go any worse? No, probably not. But the guys didnât seem to mind your momentary idiocy.Â
âOh, yeah, we had our mum write it for us.â Tom explained, sitting a bit more straight up, âWe had been trying to find someone else to live with us ever since our friend Tuwaine moved out, but we kind of suck at advertising ourselves, so yeah-âÂ
âOh, well that makes sense, yeah.â Their mum wrote it. So they were a family. Brothers? Yeah probably. You didnât really see how the Harrison guy fit into that since he didnât look anything like the other two. Shattering blue eyes instead of the warm hazel. Dark blonde hair instead of the reddish-brown. All three had magnificent bone structure that you had to admit, but not in the same way.Â
âSo, what do you guys do?â you decided to ask.Â
âWeâre actors,â Harrison said, pointing at himself and Tom. Since you had no heart palpitating reaction when you first saw them, you could probably safely assume that they were still trying to find their break out role. Harrison pointed at the third of their addition before continuing. âHarry is more of a behind the scenes man, photography and directing, that kind of stuff.âÂ
âThatâs⊠interesting.â You smiled. Were you about to move in with three wannabes? If you were, would it be inevitable that youâd end up paying the rent for all of them because they wouldnât be able to find gigs? That was a bit harsh. Besides, you could always look for a new place before that happened and move out. And who even said that you could move in, in the first place? âAnything I might have seen you guys in? Or some of your work?â You directed the additional question to...Harry.Â
Harry. Harrison. Try to remember that.Â
âIâve had a few roles on the West End, nothing big yet but once I have a role, itâs at least steady for a bit, you know,â Tom said.Â
âIâve mostly been doing headshots for people, so I doubt youâd have seen anything Iâve done.â Harry said. You nodded to his statement.Â
âAnd Harrison has been signed with this fashion designer. You might have seen some ads around town.â Modelling. Not another model to live with. You tried not to let your smile fade.Â
âNo, sorry, I donât think I have. But Iâll be on the lookout.â The grin you put up actually reached your eyes genuinely.
âSo what about you?â Harrison was the one to ask, not noticing any change in your demeanour. âWhat is it that you do?â
âIâm a teacher. I know, not very glamorous or anything- and I might sometimes come home with an abundance of ice-lolly sticks- but itâs good fun and it pays well.â You looked around some more around the apartment. As you focused on the spacious living room of the loft, you wondered how these guys could afford it. Were their rich parents paying for it? Was there secretly asbestos in the walls, making rent not even a problem? Were they going to kill you?Â
It was a really nice flat. With exposed brick walls and wooden beams at the ceiling, which the guys used cleverly to hang their houseplants from. Even with the large space and the big windows covering the outer walls of the room, it felt very homey. Comfortable.Â
âIâm sure you already know, but itâs a really great place you guys got.â Compliments always worked, so that was your way to go to ensure you had a roof over your head soon. Feeling a bit more comfortable now, you decided to get up to walk a bit around the room. The reason for that specific action was unknown to you, but you did it.Â
It had been the first day since your breakup that you had actually made an effort in looking presentable. Hair washed and brushed, you had clothes on that had zero Cheeto dust on it. Of course, since these were guys it probably didnât even matter to them what you looked like but when you still thought you might be living with other women, you were terrified of being denied because of how you looked or something. That could still happen, but they just didnât seem like the shallow type. And they had seemed really surprised when you appeared at their front door, as if they didnât expect a girl to show up either.Â
All three of them turned their heads as you walked around, following you with their eyes. It was a mix of curiosity and the same fear that you saw in people on competition shows, when they were waiting for the judgesâ critique.Â
You looked out the window to see the view. It was a lovely lookout on the city.Â
âHow come your roommate moved out?â Was it your place to ask? You had no idea. They didnât seem to mind the question, though.Â
âHe moved in with his girlfriend instead.â Harry was the one to answer. A heart wrenching feeling fell over you. You didnât know this Tuwaine, or his girlfriend, but a sudden wave of hatred towards them and their happiness overwhelmed you. Why did everyone have to be all happy and in love? It was disgusting. You were sick of it.Â
âWell, I definitely wouldnât mind living here.â Somehow you managed to speak out without showing any of your feelings through it. You allowed yourself to walk around to the kitchen island. It was recycled wood with a dark varnish on top, making the light from outside shine on it. You could almost see yourself reflecting in it. Were they this clean or had they no idea how to cook?Â
âDonât get me wrong, you seem great, but we donât really know anything about you yet.â Tom got up and walked up to you. The other two followed his steps. You were now standing on opposite sides of the kitchen island, making you feel as if you were a bartender ready to take their orders.Â
âThere really isnât much more to tell. I mean, I did just go through a break up, so emotions are uhm⊠out there. I might be spending the next few weeks watching horrible Hallmark movies, like 4 or 5⊠a day.â You saw the disgust on Harryâs face and quickly made an attempt at recovery. âBut I can do that on my laptop and headphones, so ya know, Iâll be quiet. Iâll be in my room the entire time too, probably, so you might not even notice Iâm here.â You tried to sell yourself as un-pathetically as possible. It had come to desperate measures in desperate times. Because, what your (possible) new roommates didnât know, was that you had already spent the last four weeks looking for a new place, and while there was no luck in that, you had to do with sleeping on the tiny couch of your best friend.Â
As if he could actually read your mind, Harrisonâs next question was: âSo, where have you been living the last few days then? If you donât mind me asking.âÂ
âNot at all,â you said, finding large interest in the pattern of the stained wood. Not looking up at the three men, âIâve been living with my best friend. Sheâs great but I just donât think I'm suited for the life she and her supermodel friends have-â Why did you mention the models? Your eyes shot up to Harrisonâs. But it was Harryâs and Tomâs that were wide.Â
âSupermodels?â Tom coughed out. You nodded, having leaned in with your elbows on the table, looking rather unimpressed. The way Tomâs hands grabbed for the sleeves of his roommates did not go unnoticed by you. Before you could say anything, he excused himself and the others and they had disappeared into the corridor. Earlier on they had told you that was the way to the bathroom. They were trying to whisper, but werenât doing a great job at it. You could hear every word perfectly well.Â
âWhat are we thinking, guys?â Tom said, closing the door behind him. When he turned around, Harrison and his brother were rubbing their arms, on the spots where Tom had been a bit too rough on his grip. Harry sat down on the edge of the bathtub, while Harrison decided to remain standing,eventually leaning against the tiled wall. There was a bright light in the small bathroom, but the vintage green tiles made it all look much darker.Â
âShe seems nice.â Harrison spoke up finally. âBut I donât know, sheâs obviously a⊠she. Wonât that be weird?âÂ
âWhat do you think, Tom?â Harry asked his older brother, who, even though had been the one to pull them into the bathroom, had not planned on saying much. âYouâre the one with experience in living with a woman. So try to cancel out those supermodels for a sec.â
âI donât know,â Tom bit the inside of his cheek. Before he had moved in with his brother and best friend, he had been living with his then girlfriend, Stacey. They had been together for a while until she had decided that maybe, this wasnât meant to be after all. Unlike you, though, the apartment had been in his name so he had a place to stay, but he just couldnât get himself to live alone in a place that was intended on being lived in by two people. So, he moved out.Â
âI mean⊠every girl is different, so I canât say shit.âÂ
âIâm really not that bad!â you shouted from the other side of the door, immediately hiding your mouth behind your hands. Now they knew you were listening to their private conversation. The bathroom door opened and Tomâs head popped out. He saw you sitting on the couch.Â
âCould you- could you hear all of that?â he pointed back into the bathroom. You nodded, still covering your mouth, scared you would say something else embarrassing. But the guys seemed to be just as abashed. One by one they walked out and came to sit on their basically appointed seats on the sofa. Did they have their own claimed seats? Would you need to be prepared to only sit in one spot of the room forever? Shit, they had all the seats with the window viewâŠÂ
âSo,â Harry said, âwhen you said supermodels-â but he never got to finish his sentence because Harrison slapped him across the back of his head. You suppressed a small laugh. It didnât go unnoticed by Tom, who reciprocated the expression. This, in turn, was missed by you. You only looked in his direction a second later, when the smile had slightly faded already.Â
âThanks for saying that whole âevery girl is differentâ thing. Not saying I canât cook⊠even if that is going along with the stereotype, but I wouldnât exactly want to be accepted to live here as a nanny⊠not that I think you guys canât take care of yourselves! I mean just look at-â you eyes wandered around them just for a second before coming back on the right track. â- at the apartment. What I mean is- uhh.âÂ
âGuys are dicks?â Harrison suggested.Â
âYes! No! No, of course not, well some. But I donât think you guys are. You seem really nice. Iâve just had⊠experiences with living with other types of guys and that really was not the planned outcome now that I think about it and I donât know why I canât shut up now because I have no idea why Iâm telling you all this.âÂ
âIs this Spencer that weâre talking about here?â Tom asked and your eyes shot to his direction, shocking even him. The name had become somewhat of a trigger for you in the last few days. At the last moment, you realised you had actually mentioned his name yourself to them during your introductory story, so that spared you a good bit of humiliation there. You decided to keep quiet. You all did. Great, because this day had not gone awkward enough. Maybe you could sink into the surface of the ground and die there? Then there would be no more reason to find any living space. It would all be over. Yeah, that really didnât sound too bad even.Â
âSo, do you wanna see your room?â Harrison broke the silence and his words surprised everyone, even him. You took longer than it should have to comprehend what he had just suggested.Â
âWhat? Uhh, yes! Yes! Oh my god, that would be fantastic. Thank you.âÂ
âGreat,â Harrison clapped his hands on his thighs before getting up. Then he extended one of those hands to you. He led you to the corridor opposite the bathroom, the third door on the left. The door had some scraped paint residue on it and you could see a poor attempt was made at pulling off the scotch tape that held up posters on it or something? It opened up to a room. It wasnât big or small. The wall color was a nice beige, a bit of a sandy, almost peachy color. You could definitely work with it.Â
The guys let you take it in, but also took that moment to give each other death glares, most of them directed at Harrison.Â
âWhat exactly were you thinking?â Tom asked him, this time properly whispering. For extra measure he extended his neck to look into the hallway to see if you were walking out of the room again.Â
âActually, I was thinking about how you had showed up at my door at 2 am when Stacey dumped you.â
âShe didnât dump me. No one was dumped.â Tom denied like always.
âNo, you were definitely dumped, mate.â Harry said, not even making an attempt at hiding the amusement in his voice.Â
âAnyway,â Harrison ignored the interaction between brothers, âI thought of you and how miserable you were then. Sheâs probably going through that same thing.â If not worse, he wanted to add, but he also didnât want to edge Tomâs ego any further. âSo, letâs give her a chance.âÂ
Tom still didnât seem to be entirely sure. He raised his eyebrow, thinking. He looked once more at the corridor, expecting you to walk out any moment, but you still were in the room. What were you even doing there? The place was entirely empty.Â
âFine,â he gave in, âbut if she turns out to be completely psychotic, youâre kicking her out, Haz.â He immediately noticed the wince in Harryâs face. Had he mistimed his words?Â
Yes, he had, because you were standing right behind him now. The sight of you made his heart stop for a good second as he went pale.Â
âFucking Christ,â Tom gasped, âif you live here, youâre getting a bell. None of that sneaking around.âÂ
âAre we talking service, hand, cow, or the kinky cat collar type?â you smirked, knowing you had gotten him completely flustered at your joke. While Harrison and Harry burst out in laughter, Tom didnât move a muscle. His cheeks and neck, however, had started to turn a lovely rosy colour. He opened his mouth a bit, just to close it up again as he changed his mind.Â
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While you had told them that you would be spending your days crying into a pint of ice cream while watching movies, reality was much more different from that. It was true that you barely left your room, but that was because you were too busy unpacking all your things out and setting up your room. The guys were nice enough to help you bring up the furniture sets and the boxes, which had been lovingly left at the curb of the building by the people from the moving company.
That ordeal had taken up most of Saturday. Your first task was to set up the bed, which Harrison helped you with. You tried to tell him that you didnât need help, but your words were futile the second you almost dropped a wooden plank on yourself. The flatpacks were easy enough to understand, and unlike what you had done there, you werenât the worst when it came to building, so all the furniture was set up by the end of Sunday. It meant that you could spend the rest of the week opening boxes and making your room really yours.Â
But Monday also meant work, so you only had the afternoons and nights to do it. Together with the fact that you had to leave early for work, meant that the guys really barely saw you. The only sign of your presence would be the music you were playing from your room while doing the unpacking.Â
It was the fourth hour of your One Direction sing-a-long that Tom walked into the living room. Harrison popped his head up from his book to look at his friend. He did not look happy.Â
âDude,â he said. The one word already evoked all that Tom wanted to say, but Harrison loved to annoy him.Â
âWhat?â he opened up his book again, pretending not to really pay any attention to Tom. This was made harder when Tom sat down next to him.Â
âIf I hear What Makes You Beautiful one more fucking time-âÂ
âThen what?â Harrison still kept his eyes on the words on the pages, not taking in a single word.Â
âYou have to do something. I canât take it.âÂ
âWhy do I have to do something?â Harrison closed his book with his finger still between the pages and looked at Tom, just in time to see him narrow his eyes in annoyance.Â
âReally? So do you wanna see your room y/n?!â His voice turned higher as he mocked Harrisonâs words, following it up by a gagging sound. âYouâre the one that got us here. Now, go solve it.âÂ
âI really donât mind it. If youâre so bothered, go talk to her yourself.â And with that, Harrison went back to his book. This time actually reading the words. It was enough for Tom to know that the conversation was over. He didnât even try to argue. He gave Harrison one more glare and got up. While walking to your room, he noticed that Harry had actually been in the kitchen this whole time, listening in on their conversation. He tried to give his little brother a look, hoping for support, but he didnât get any of that. Harry disappeared behind the doors of a cupboard and Tom went into the corridor, still rolling his eyes.Â
When he reached your door, he couldnât hear you singing anymore. It was just One Direction coming from the speakers. Now, he enjoyed the lads just as much as the next guy, but after a while he just needed it to stop. And coming in in five hours was definitely a while.Â
He knocked on the door. There was a sound that resembled you. A bit of a murmur that formed no particular word. It didnât sound like a denial though, so slowly, in case you didn't want him to come in, he opened the door.Â
You were quick in decorating the room. Only a few days ago it was still empty and a bit cold looking, now the walls were covered with posters and pictures. You had used one entire wall just for your bookcase. There didnât seem to be an order on the shelves just yet, but you left that for the last thing to do since the rest of the room seemed a bit more important at the moment.
The bed was unmade, with several pillows thrown about over it. Behind it the headboard, which simultaneously served as a shelf. Stuffed animals and a few more books were strewn about. Overhead were fairy lights, matching the ones on the doorframe and on the bookcase. Together with the lamp that was on the desk, it was the only light in the room. Since it was dark, it gave the room a warm and cozy atmosphere.Â
But the first thing that Tom noticed when he walked into the room was the smell. Coconut? It wasnât overwhelming, just strong enough to be pleasantly surprising and noticeable.Â
You were standing on a small step ladder, which you usually used to reach the upper shelf of your bookcase (high walls gave the opportunity for more shelves, which you could never say no to). You were in the middle of hanging up a picture on the wall as the song from your speaker continued.Â
Can we take the same road, two days in the same clothes-Â
You were holding on to the frame with both hands, trying to centre it on the nail in the wall, but every time you pulled away, the frame would slant to the side.Â
And I know just what sheâll say if I can make all this pain go-Â
Tom saw you get fed up with the picture, throwing it on the bed with a groan. Thatâs when you looked up at him. The dim and soft light was shining just at the angle that when he looked at you, he could see the tear streaks down your face. You had definitely been crying. You were still sniffling a bit when you stepped down to the floor.Â
âAm I too loud? Sorry.â you immediately reached out to your phone, which was connected to the speaker, and pressed down the volume. Then you decided to just turn it off completely. Maybe youâve had enough of it for now.Â
âUhh, a bit, but itâs fine. We like 1D here, so.â Tom suddenly felt like a real dick when he saw the small, apologetic, smile you gave him. You were holding the speaker in your hands as you sat on the bed, staring at it, a bit lost, and Tom wasnât sure if he was supposed to leave or not.Â
âAre you okay?â he asked. You had clearly forgotten he was still there, because you looked up looking a bit frazzled.Â
âNo.â You said honestly. What would be the point in pretending? You couldnât fool anyone even if you tried. Misery was the only thing feeling your once Spencer-filled void. Ugh, the sound of his name, even just in your thoughts, made you want to scream. Unconsciously, and a bit to Tomâs amusement, you had grabbed one of your pillows and started to hit your fist right in the middle of it. Your hits were getting harder and rougher.Â
âEver considered boxing?â He brought you out of your haze. You looked down at the pillow, seeing the sad looking indent on the kitten-patterned pillow. Tom took the pillow away from you and fluffed it out to its normal shape before putting it back.
âItâs just been hard, you know,â you said, more to yourself than to him and Tom understood that. He knew what you meant. He had been in that same position not too long ago and seeing you like this did definitely bring back some of those feelings he had tried to suppress back then.Â
âLike, I thought he was the one. And I know it sounds so stupid, I donât even believe in that whole soulmate crap, but he was it for me. For the first time, I could actually imagine myself enduring nine months of hell to have a kid with him, sorry if Iâm being TMI.âÂ
âYouâre good,â he said. He also understood that feeling. Maybe not in the exact, child bearing way, but he could resonate with that whole it thing. He had felt the same way about Stacey. He had never told anyone this, and was never planning on telling anyone, but the day before they broke up, he had been out in the city looking for an engagement ring. It had come unplanned. He wasnât thinking yet about actually proposing. But he had been in town for an audition and on his way home he saw the jeweller. It was the first time he had ever thought of it, and it seemed right, so he walked in and just looked around.Â
âYou must think Iâm so pathetic though. Crying for weeks about some douchebag.â
âWell, youâve only lived here for five days, so I wouldnât know about that.â He smirked. You groaned again and fell with your head on a big fluffy pillow.Â
âBut no,â he said eventually, âI donât think youâre pathetic.âÂ
âThanks.âÂ
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Another week had gone by and your mother had somehow found out about your new living arrangement. So, the last 20 minutes you had been sitting on the couch, listening to her yelling.Â
âNo mum, Iâm fine.â you said, for what felt like the 50th time. Right at that moment, Harry showed up in the living room, making his way from a shower to his bedroom, only a towel around his waist. His usually curly hair was a wet mop, covering most of his face.Â
âYou donât even know them!â your mother shrieked.Â
âHarry, are you going to murder me?â you asked as he walked by, covering the microphone of your phone. Without missing a beat, or looking down at you, he answered with a snappy âYup,â and walked into his own room.Â
âTheyâre really nice guys, mum.â You told her. It took you another ten minutes to convince her not to come over tomorrow (or ever, in general). The conversation had taken an abrupt turn when suddenly, she invited you to a video call. Knowing that if you didnât answer it, you would never hear the end of it, you accepted the call. Your mothers face, or better said, forehead, showed up on screen. You tried to cover your chin as best as you could with the collar of your sweater since you were too tired to hold up your phone at a reasonable angle.Â
âHi mom,â you sighed.Â
âWhere are they?!â she said, looking around as if she could actually see more than what your camera showed. You were going to lie that they had gone out, but right at that second Harry walked out of his room. Thankfully he was dressed, but his hair was still a bit wet. His shoulder was just visible in the corner of your screen and you tried to move to the side, but your mother had noticed him already.
âWhoâs that?â Why did your mother always have to be so loud?
âUhh, thatâs Harry.â
He looked up at the mention of his name. You were scared that it would make him uncomfortable if you talked about him to your mom, it was making you uncomfortable for sure, but instead he jumped up at the opportunity and the next second he was leaning on the couch, almost over you, and smiling at your phone.Â
âHi.â He waved to your mother. His quick movements made his hair move around, giving you a nice first row experience of the fountain show coming from it. You wiped the water off your face.Â
âWhatâs your name again?â Your mother asked.Â
âHarry, Maâam. Harry Holland.â He said with a smile. You both knew that when your mother had asked him his name, she meant his full name. She wouldnât be able to make any deep research, but it was in case you suddenly went missing, of course.Â
âHow old are you?â your mother went on with the third degree, glaring at your roommate at each question. Harry answered it all with a big and charming smile. You held the camera, hoping the couch could eat you already. This could not get any more embarrassing, could it?Â
Oh, it could. Because half way through, your sister had shown up and sat down next to your mom. She didnât say anything, but suddenly a text notification popped up on the top of your screen.Â
Whoâs the hot guy?
Your sister was not imbecile, yet she loved to act like it. Of course, Harry saw the text and erupted in a loud laugh, startling your poor mother. As the timer on the call was reaching 30 minutes you decided to say your goodbyes and end the conversation. Harry was still laughing.Â
âSo⊠youâre sisterâŠâ he said once calming down.Â
âDonât even think about it. Sheâs 17.â you glared at him and he immediately shut up, which you appreciated.Â
âWell, your mom seems nice,â he eventually said. You knew he didnât mean it in that way, but in the context of your previous exchange, it didnât sound great. Now you were the one laughing.Â
âThat is not what I meant!â he shouted out, grabbing a throw pillow and hitting you on the arm with it lightly.
âJesus, calm down. I know.â You grabbed the pillow from him. You were both in a fit of giggles by then. It took a moment to catch a breath and by that point, your head was actually hurting. Â
âSo do you think Iâm hot?â Harry asked, raising his brow like the cheeky fuck he is. You just rolled your eyes and hit him with that same pillow. Maybe a bit too hard, because it knocked him off balance and when you looked up, he was no longer leaning on the backrest of the sofa.Â
âOops. Sorry.â
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Something you had to learn the hard way when it came to living with the guys was that you had to lock your doors. They werenât doing it on purpose, but they had a tendency to forget to knock when walking into the bathroom, or even your bedroom. Specifically, Harrison.Â
Usually, youâd consider him to be the more logical of the three, but that didnât really mean that much. He was just as much of an idiot as the two Holland brothers at times.Â
The bathroom incident had happened during your first week of living with the boys. You were taking a shower. The loud water had cancelled out the sound of the door opening so you didnât know that while you were washing your hair, Harrison had walked into the bathroom.Â
In his defence, he thought it was Tom showering, not you.Â
You had not been made aware yet of the honourable fifth member of the household: a life size Nicolas Cage cardboard cut-out. So, when you pushed the shower curtain aside, and were met eye to eye with Nick Cage himself, you screamed bloody murder, almost falling in the bathtub. The door opened to horrified Harrison, realising his mistake. He realised it as soon as he heard the screams, which clearly did not belong to Tom.Â
But another scream followed, which was shorter and more specific, followed by a âFuck!â made him feel like something else had happened. It sounded like you had gotten hurt. So, obviously, he walked in to see if you were alright.Â
You were, in fact, alright, and seeing him standing there, eyes wide as he saw your naked body, you screamed again for him to get out. He took a second to grab Nick and pull him out of the room, mumbling a few sorrys, and closed the door behind him.Â
Flushed, slightly angry, and with a pounding heart, you dried off and got dressed. Unlike the guys, you were never one to parade half naked around the house on your way from the bathroom to your bedroom.Â
You walked out, a pile of old clothes in your hands, to see Harrison. He looked like a puppy that might be about to be smacked with a newspaper on his nose. Usually you were very much against that disciplinary practice, but Harrison was no puppy, and you had been scared shitless.Â
ây/n, Iâm so sorry.â he apologised as he followed you to your room. You were telling him that it was alright, and actually quite funny, but he really wanted you to know that it was an accident and that he didnât mean to scare you like that or walk in on you naked or linger his eyes on you for that long.Â
âSeriously, Haz, itâs fine. Shit happens⊠just, donât walk into the bathroom anymore when I shower. Or ever actually, if Iâm in there, donât.â
âYeah, of course.âÂ
And he kept to the promise. You didnât get any other sudden visits in the bathroom, but it was not the last time that Harrison saw you naked.Â
You were all going out to a bar one night, and a bit shamefully, you were taking a bit longer than usual with getting ready. The guys had been waiting for a while already, and you were trying to hurry up, but you just had no idea what to wear. Finally you had found yourself a dress that might make you get a bit lucky that night. You werenât even planning on hooking up, but the attention was appreciated. In your, still not exactly over your break-up situation, it was actually needed.Â
In the meantime, the guys were deciding which one of them had to go and tell you to hurry up. It was getting late and they needed their time to get completely smashed. And while waiting for you, getting knock out drunk was definitely not happening.Â
Harrison drew the figurative short straw. He thought you were doing your make-up or something, being aware how much time that can take sometimes. He never imagined opening the door and seeing you standing in the middle of your room, only in a pair of panties. You didnât see him at first because your dress was over your head as you tried to pull it on. Harrison closed the door before you saw anything. But you could hear the thud of the door closing.Â
You pulled the dress over your body, grabbed a pair of matching heels and put them on as you got out of your room. There you saw Harrison. His red cheeks indicated that he was the one who had walked into your room. Tom and Harry were standing at the door. They could see you walk out and their eyes had gone a bit wide. Clearly, the dress was serving its purpose.Â
Having already gone through this whole embarrassing scenario already, you decided to spare Harrison. You have him a soft smile.Â
âCould you help me zip up?â you asked, turning your back and pushing the hair away from the zipper.Â
âUhh, yeah, yeah, of course.â He was so flustered. It was actually adorable. You could feel his hands on you as he grabbed the two sides of the dress and the zipper and slowly, carefully, pulled it up.Â
âThank you,â you said when he was done. He didnât respond, his face still as red as a stop light. And it didnât get any better when you kissed him on the cheek.Â
It was definitely interesting to be living with them, but you couldnât complain about a single thing⊠except for the laundry, maybe.Â
The END
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Iâve been having a problem a lot recently, Iâd say over the past 5-7 years, with people I meet in-person, with respect to our use of social media. And it concerns me, because itâs a behavior I find both rude and destructive to society as a whole, yet it seems disturbingly mainstream. The problem is that people use social media to blast viewpoints to an audience, but arenât open to any respectful feedback or dialogue about those viewpoints.
I meet a lot of people nowadays who use Instagram as a basic contact and messaging system, so like, when they meet a new person, they ask for my Instagram and follow mine and/or show me theirs.
And then they post stories that push specific viewpoints on controversial issues.
I have a pretty broad range of what I tolerate. I have never insisted that my friends have the exact same views as me, or even that they have to be close. But one thing I donât tolerate is dehumanizing or hateful rhetoric directed at groups of people, or attacks on individuals that attack them based on identity (race, gender, sexuality, etc.) rather than behaviors.
And Iâve been amazed by how many people will post this kind of stuff, and then when I message them, they donât want to talk about it. A common reaction I get is the highly rude:Â âI donât recall asking you your opinion.â
If you didnât want my opinion, why did you (a) use this social media account as your main contact and give it to me (b) post highly provocative content on said account? I donât know about others but to me, this is an invitation to discussion.
When I give someone a specific account, itâs because Iâm comfortable with them engaging with the content I post on that account. If I were not comfortable with the person sharing their feedback with me on what I post, I would not follow them back and I would not message them on that platform, and in all likeilihood I probably would never give them the account in person in the first place and tell them to follow it. I rarely give people my Tumblr, and this is one of the main reasons.
Like if you think about what this sort of thing would be like in person, itâs just utterly bizarre. Like imagine you meet someone around a lunch table, and youâre talking to them and theyâre like: âOh do you know I write pieces in the local paper?â and youâre like, âOh, really?â and theyâre like âYeah, I have one with me, if you want to check it out.â and youâre like oh okay and you take a peek at it, and itâs like an editorial saying something not-so-respectful about a certain group of people. And then youâre like: âUhh...Iâm kinda uncomfortable with how you talk about such-and-such group.â and the person is like: âI donât recall asking you for your opinion!â
It would be awkward. It would be rude. Youâd probably say something like:Â âWell why did you write the piece in the paper, then tell me about it, and then hand me the fucking paper?â
And your expression of discomfort, on the other hand, would not be rude. And your friends would probably stop inviting this person to the lunch table.
So like...what is up with people using social media differently from this? People seem to act like they are entitled to broadcast whatever opinions they have without being open to any sort of respectful feedback, dialogue, or constructive criticism. People want to broadcast to the world but are unwilling to listen when people say:Â âHey, this message may be hurting me (or someone else.)â
This is basic human decency.
I also think I am not being hypocritical on this issue. I have always been open to respectful feedback. If you are respectful and avoid making personal attacks, and you message me saying:Â âHey, you posted this thing, and I felt uncomfortable with it, and hereâs why.â then Iâll read your explanation, no matter how long. And Iâll actually consider it, and I might even change my viewpoints, take the original post down, edit it, or even post an apology, and Iâll virtually certainly post new material supporting my new viewpoint. Iâve done it many times before.
Because I give pretty much everyone in my life this courtesy, I just donât really have space or time for anyone, not one person, who refuses to give to to me. If someone refuses to give me the decency that I give them, it creates a massive power imbalance of them over me. Iâm not an audience that you can blast your messages at without expecting feedback if something you say is problematic. Nor is anyone. And if you think you are entitled to treat others in your life this way, maybe you would do well to reflect on whether you are actually viewing them as people.
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1) Who is your favorite character to write for and is this the character you find easiest to write for?
I love writing for Carmen if it wasn't clear already. She comes easily to me and its easiest too put her in scenarios tm. I actually don't often write for others but I really want to experiment with it.
2) What is your favorite fic of yours?
Hmmm. Good question and one I'm not sure I know the answer to. I like Upon the Sword, and I also really like a few of the shorter ones like the cardinal and the kitten and and the world was framed with red. currently a few wips are occupying my headspace as well
3) What fic of yours do you think is underrated?
uhhh and the world was framed with red I guess. I'm happy with all of my fics though. i think i could have made that one more engaging and have better street appeal tho
4) What fic of yours were you surprised by how popular it was?
well, I started out writing on wattpad- I posted two chapters of a fic and came back months later (i forgot lol) to a bunch of requests for me to continue. that really surprised me, and the relative popularity of upon the sword and love, carmen surprised me there too.
5) Do you like one shots or multi-chapters?
I like both but I usually do multi-chapters :D
6) Do you outline your fics? If so, how?
very, very chaotic bullet point lists usually. I will generally jot down an idea I have and if its lucky ill come and write down some base plot points. from there i'll usually fill in points for an "arc" and then set off (or start the fic and then fill in the plot...more usually. oops). one time for i think hearts and stars i did a full 20+ page document full of character outlines, motivations, emotions, and relationships with others plus plot, character goals, brainstorming, notes, title ideas, tons of blurbs, scene ideas, and even a mini screenplay format scene which i eventually added back in.
7) How do you edit your fics? What do you look for in your edits?
I usually write chunks at a time and when I start a new writing section I read the entire thing over and edit what doesn't read correctly for me. If something doesn't work and its a really big mistake I either ignore it (wow such writer lol) or entirely rework the plot to fix it lmao
8) Do you take inspiration from real life? If so how do you incorporate it into your fics?
Uhh sometimes, yes. It sort of depends on what you mean- when I get injured, I take pictures of the blood or bruises for future reference. I write detailed synopses of pain and unique traumatic medical experiences, plus any depressive or anxious episodes I may go through. Uhmm lets see...I do a lot of research for some bits of the story and I'm often inspired by other things. they help me incorporate a sense of emotion and some realism. i also take inspiration from romantic body language I see portrayed in real life and media because I have 0 experience in that department
9) Do you visualize scenes in your head before you write them? (Can you picture the setting, character body language etc)
oh GOSH yes. currently for say you'll share with me one love one lifetime the scene I have planned for the (eventual) chapter 3 has been runnign through my mind for...maybe months. I plan out a basic action first, usually- in this case a specific consequence of carmne's injury and build a scene around it- who, where, the reaction, the aftermath, how to make it gayer, and how to make it tie in with everything else.
10) How do you feel about writing plot, setting/description, inner thoughts, dialogue?
hate plot honestly. could do without it, but you cant is the thing so i usually wing it (im trying to get better lol). i thrive on setting and description, LOVE that shit. inner thoughts are very fun to do and I like trying to weave a lot of emotion in there. dialogue is...ok. usually i feel a bit awkward with it unless I really get lucky (like a bit of dialogue I feel pretty proud of is the scene in hearts and stars where ivy asks carmen why she doesn't see herself as a person in chapter 11 and i think that confidence is reflected in my reader's reactions from what I've seen :3)
thank you for the ask jo!
#realizing my answer to number 8 might be...a little concerning?#but does no one else ever just take note of injury in the back of their mind for writing reference? or think about it while crying? idk#speaking of the evil carlotta au i need to try to get that done#its hard to write for whatever reason though#oh well#anyway
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Cockwarming/ Fucking Diavolo on His Throne GN! MC (Vagina Version) SMUT
Hereâs the Penis Edition
Bratty Diavolo gives me life, also Iâve never written cockwarming so Iâm almost sure I did it wrong
Tags: Voyeurism, Cockwarming, Public sex, Skirt Wearing MC, Vaginal Penetration, Â N/S/F/W, SMUT
Word count: 2K
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âI want you to wear this, MC.â Diavolo held up a RAD School uniform but there was a slight alteration to the outfit.
âUhm, Lord Diavolo... this has a- a skirt?â You looked at the outfit and back at Diavolo, a light chuckle escaping your lips as you joked around with The Prince.
âYes. It does.â Diavoloâs face didnât change, his eyes staring into you with a dedicated seriousness.
âPlease tell me youâre joking?â Diavoloâs silence to your question spoke a lot more than any reply he would have said, ây-youâre not joking?â He shook his head and thrust the clothes into your chest before turning away and heading out of the room.
âIâll be waiting on my throne, be there in under 5 minutesâ You could practically feel Diavoloâs smirk in the hallway as he walked away, leaving you there, clutching the clothes with wide eyes and a deep blush.
A few minutes later you had changed and started walking down the hallway, various lower demons passing you and staring, Little Dâs waving at you innocently as they went about their business.Â
âIâm going to kill him for doing this to meâ you muttered to yourself as you walked along, hands clutching the hem of your skirt in an attempt to seem dignified as your composure defied you.
Diavolo sat on his throne, head resting in one hand and his legs spread wide open, other hand resting between his thighs, loosely hanging as his fingers twitched in anticipation. You opened the door, stepped through, and closed it behind you.
âIâm on time, I know I amâ You walked towards Diavolo slowly, teasing him with this outfit, swaying your hips a little and puffing your chest further with your hands clasped together behind your back.
âI know you are. Doesnât mean you shouldnât have been here soonerâ He sat up and raised a hand, his fingers beckoning you closer.
âYou can be such a brat sometimesâ Your pace quickened without thinking, body desperate for his touch as you walked towards him. Diavolo only smirked, waiting for you to approach him, and as you did he sat up and crossed one leg over the other.
âYou look amazing MCâ His voice was low and sultry, eyeing you up with a wild gaze, tongue licking at his teeth as he savoured what you were serving him.
âWell, you did pick it out after allâ Diavolo spun you around and placed his hand on your hips before dragging you closer to him and pushing his knee into your inner thighs, your body tensed up and a fire lit within the pit of your stomach, your clit reacting and becoming wetter as he continued.
âIndeed I did, and it suits you perfectlyâ Diavolo wiggled his foot between your legs and you obliged, knees parting and letting him in. Your eyes were glued to the floor, embarrassingly avoiding any kind of gaze that may befall you. Diavoloâs foot inched further and further up your legs until it was a hairâs breath away from your labia, his shoe invading the base of your underwear.
âD-Dia...â you shuffled on your feet, bringing your ass closer to him in the hopes of spurring him to continue.
âHmm?â His hum was low and sultry as his foot dropped from between your legs, your body disappointed at the lack of his touch, only Diavoloâs hands remained pressed firmly on your hips. Just as your body gave up on receiving more of his touch he pulled you back to sit on his lap, his cock hard and pressing against your ass. Diavoloâs lips came to your neck, just below the baseline of your hair, his lips dotting hungry kisses along what skin it could, your hands clutched the hem of your skirt as sweat beaded upon your brow.
You gasped lightly and wiggled your hips to increase the contact, earning you a light nibble from Diavolo. His hands moved from your hips and slid under the skirt, as his fingers came to your underwear he stopped, lips leaving your neck with a disappointed grunt.
âUnderwear?â He said, obviously disappointed
âYeah?â
âI told you not to wear anyâ You pouted and turned your head.
âNo you didnât!â Dia glared at you, lust in his eyes as his fingers slid under the waistband.
âIâm sure I didâ he knew he hadnât but The Prince just couldnât resist teasing you like this, your reaction was priceless. Diavolo wiggled your underwear down, the fabric clinging at the weteness between your legs. You whispered his name as one of Diavoloâs hands made its way to your vagina and fingered it gently, wetness coating the end of his fingers, he knew this would make you writhe, hips wriggling within his clutch as his fingers teased at your skin.
âDiavolo pleaseâ you whined, wiggling your hips just that little bit more into his hardening cock, you heard a low chuckle followed by a zipper, his hand hitting against your ass cheek as he worked his trousers.
âYouâre impatient today, and you called me a bratâ he smirked and removed his hand from your clit, instead opting to lift you by the ass and hover your entrance over his dick.
âWait already? Are you even going to-â
âShush.â Diavolo hissed at you before sliding one of his fingers into you, warming you up for him. Your hips jerked at the invasion, the whole of your lower stomach twisting in excitement. You moaned loudly, clit throbbing in anticipation of your ecstasy as Diavolo thrust his finger within you before sliding in a second, widening you for his cock.
When he felt like you were ready enough Diavolo removed his fingers and placed his dick at your entrance before lowering your hips down, your vagina stretching more to accept his dick, an electric current sent straight through your entire back as he filled you more and more. After he was fully in you his dick still grew more, no longer a half-chub and becoming harder by the second. Each vague movement sent a shiver through your spine as Diavolo fulfilled pleasuring you more and more.
Just as both of you were getting into it, his dick within you and ready to thrust, the doors swung open and you let out a yelp before proceeding to try and stand up but Diavoloâs hand gripped your waist and kept you down, you looked at him in surprise but he merely smiled.
âYou may want to cover yourself up front, darlingâ you whipped your head around and slammed your hands down onto your skirt, anchoring it down and attempting to look as un-dishevelled as possible.
âMy Lord?â Lucifer walked up to you both with a raised brow and a report within his hand, you smiled back at him with a red face and a toothy, unconvincing, grin.
âYes Lucifer?â Diavolo was as composed as when you had started, his face calm and hardly a blush on his cheeks as he softly moved his hips, you let out a slight hum at the movement but kept your face in control.
âIâm sorry to disturb you but this is a matter that needs to be resolved urgently-â the words melted away into a fuzz as Diavolo proceeded to roll his hips into you, as discreetly as he could. You could tell Lucifer had an inkling as to what was going on, he was averting his gaze and a light blush dusted his cheeks as he continued to speak.
âIâm sure however you deal with it will be fine Lucifer, do not worry. I believe youâll choose the right pathâ It was unlike Diavolo to simply tell Lucifer that he should deal with a problem how he sees fit, the Prince must be more unravelled than you initially thought.
âOf course My Lord, again, sorry to disturb your- uhh- private timeâ
âNot a problem at all, if you wish to watch youâre more than-â
âBye Lucifer!â you basically screeched it out and ended up lifting your hips in the process, once again in a vain attempt to stand up but Diavolo yanked you down again, this time a loud moan escaping your lips and a grunt through his gritted teeth. Lucifer turned away, the pink dust now a deep red, and walked off down the hall, but as soon as his back was turned Diavolo thrust his hips up and slammed his cock into you making you moan out in pleasure, each moan spurring Lucifer to walk faster out of the room.
âSo impatientâ Diavolo grabbed your hands and held them behind your back, arching you forward and letting your skirt free from its enclosure. His thrusts became more hungry as the noise of skin slapping together echoed within the walls along with your own mewls and moans. Diavolo grunted behind you as he continued to pound into your cunt, your own hips bouncing to the perverted song both of you were playing in this empty throne room.
âDia- Iâm- hh- Iâm-â words escaped your brain as you tried to think straight but nothing worked, your whole body was thinking with Diavoloâs dick and it wasn't providing much more than brain-cancelling pleasure, your stomach flipped and turned as your orgasm called out amongst the noise, a small crescendo to your intermittent ecstasies. Dia let go of your hands and wrapped one of his own around your chest, bringing you into his own, the other hand gripping your face and turning your head to face him before planting a deep kiss upon your lips.
Your hips moved of their own accord, accommodating the change in posture making it harder for Diavolo to thrust but you had it covered, your body bouncing up and down while keeping your lips planted firmly on his own. Your tongues battling it out in a war of spit and saliva, it drooled down your chin as you panted and breathed in each otherâs dry air. Both of you were moaning, dishevelled messes, your hands reaching back and intertwining within his hair, clutching a fistful to drag your spirit back down into you as the pleasure sent your soul into heaven.
âMC hah~â this was the first time you had heard him seem un-composed, the orgasms becoming more and more apparent between you two as your moans shifted to breathy sighs and grunts. You bit down on his bottom lip and thrust his cock deep within you, hitting a G-spot you werenât even aware of making you winded and gasp for air as your stomach dropped to the floor.
With a few last thrusts Diavolo came within you, you had moved one of your hands to your clit and began fingering yourself, just to speed you up in the hopes that youâd cum alongside Diavolo, and you did with just a second difference. Your lips had parted and Diavolo bit down into your shoulder, muffled moans vibrating through your arm as you shouted his nickname, the word âDia!â echoing through the room, and probably into the hallway.
Your juices had spilled down Diavoloâs groin, the fabric visibly wet from your orgasm, Diavolo came into you and you could feel it seeping down, trying to escape, you both sat there panting and staring at each other with a loving gaze.
âThat- th- that wa- was- hahâ words failed you, once again, as you came down from your highs. His dick was still within you, softening as the blood drained from it, cum seeping out little by little as it found small crevices to escape from.
Diavolo nodded and pressed a kiss onto your shoulder, âmaybe we should have people walk in more oftenâ he nuzzled into the crook of your neck and you let out a groan.
âYou invited him to watch!â Diavolo chuckled at your statement and shuffled his hips around, cock still within you.
âAnd I meant it, did you think I didnât?â
âMaybe a bluff, Lucifer looked like he was about to combustâ
âHeâs only jealousâ
âOf you or me?â
âletâs go with âyesâ on that one.â
#obey me#obey me!#obey me lucifer#shall we date#swd#bal talks#bal writes#lucifer#obey me diavolo#diavolo#diavolo x mc#diavolo x reader#tw: vagina
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happy birthday, my little flirefly.
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when you first met tsukishima kei, you thought he was an asshole.
now, as your boyfriend of almost two years, heâs still an asshole⊠that you love.
it always comes off as a surprise when you inform people about your relationship, because, quite frankly, you both seem like polar opposites: youâre a person who can calm peopleâs hearts with just your presence. you always try to offer help, and you try your best to be nice, because you know the world needs it. and, itâs always free of charge.
tsukishima, on the other handâŠ
âi told that bastard to get away from you at lunch.â
âkei!â you scold him with his name. âi told you before, heâs not doing anything bad!â your boyfriend continues to complain about your classmate who âkeeps staring at youâ, ranting so fast that you can barely understand his words through the sounds of the video chat.
despite the fact that he always picks the video chat option over the voice call whenever he calls you at night, itâs almost always just him doing his homework, with his phone leaned against the wall, or him doing his chores from around the house, with the back camera on and his phone tucked into the waistband of his shorts; you canât recall having a total âproperâ one-on-one video chat with him, with your phones directly in front of you and replicating a face-to-face conversation .
youâve grown accustommed to his antics, however, and grown to love how it feels so domestic to just casually ask each other about your days. you even keep track of his chores in the tsukishima hoursehold, especially after the incident when his mother told him to turn the oven off after fifteen minutes and he forgot because he was in the middle of arguing what the correct answer was to that dayâs homework.
youâre currently folding laundry on your bed and decided that while youâre at it, youâll reorganize your entire wardrobe. you had your phone rested on top of two pillows and leaned against the headboard, you took a seat by the lower half of the bed to have you visible in your camera, but with various clothes thrown atop your sheets and pillows and even draping on your headboard, youâve lost sight of your phone. you can only hear the slightly muffled voice of your boyfriend, now that itâs buried somewhere deep in your clothes.
âhurry up already, we still have homework to do.â
âiâm sorrryy!â you whined, quickening your pace at folding your shirts into a neat pile. âi donât know why i even decided to do this, this is a complete waste of time.â
âat least your closet will be organized,â he tries to reason. you whine that itâll only stay that way for a couple of weeks, and he tells you youâre an idiot because youâll be the one at fault for that.
âjust the jackets and sweatshirts left, then iâll be done,â you inform him after a few minutes of silence. itâs not rare for the two of you to be silent while calling each other; both of you actually enjoy the silence, and neither of you feel obligated to fill the silence with talking, especially if itâs just about nonsense. itâs just nice that heâs still with you despite the day having ended and that heâs one bus ride away from you.
âdo you still have that jacket? the one i gave you when you dug out my closet a few weeks ago?â
âuhh...â you ruffle through the remaining clothes on top of your bed. âis it the purple one? with the cresent moon at theââ
ââback of the hood? yeah.â you fished out the said jacket and tried it on, enjoying the impossibly soft material thatâs only possible through years of constant wearing.Â
it fits perfectly.
âit still bothers me how ten year old you and current me most likely have the same size.â
âyouâre just small and short,â he snorts. âi bet itâs even slightly loose on you, especially at the sleeves.â
âyeah,â you agree as you pull the cuff of the sleeve to their maximum potential without stretching the fabric too much. âitâs hanging just a little bit past the tips of my fingers.â
âyouâre forever a shortcake, [name].â
âlisten, i never asked to be short, okay?â you complain, but you canât deny that youâre smiling as you joke around with your boyfriend.
itâs beyond comforting that heâd given you his clothing from his childhood. you didnât even ask for it (as you do with his other clothing), but you remember organizing his closet and seeing a pile of clothes that he âkeptâ from childhood, and when you asked him about it, he pulled out what he said was his favorite, gave it to you with a teasing smirk and said âyouâd definitely fit in this.â
âhey,â he starts. âhurry up.â you dismiss him by sticking out your tongue even though you know he doesnât see you, but tsukishima knows you too much to actually do that reaction, then scolds you for being childish while teasing you about doing that even he canât even see it.
âheeeeey.â he drags. âitâs almost nine pm.â
âi know, i only have the jackets left. sorry,â you mumbled a genuine apology, aware that tsukishimaâs tired from class and volleyball practice. how heâs able to balance being a student athlete while claiming to ânot care about the sportâ, youâll never know.
âhey,â he starts once again.
âlast two jackets, i promiseââ
âi love you.â you nearly drop the last jacket from your hands and look over where your phone is, finally locating it with itâs screen facing the sheets; his voice was low and muffled, but you heard it loud and clear. slowly, you reached for your phone, turned it over and see him properly facing the camera, his head turned to the side with his eyes checking up his screen for your reaction every few seconds.
âthatâs unfair, youâre telling me that over call? and i wasnât even in the video chat?â
âitâs rare that i even tell you âi love youâ and you complain about it?â he asks, his voice monotonous but his lips growing into a small that youâve only seen him do when heâs really happy. âunbelievable.â
âiâm done with the clothes,â you announce, placing your phone back to its initial spot as you transfer the piles of clothes back into your closet.
âgreat, it only took you almost an hour, congrats shortcake.â
âthanks, asshole. youâre the best boyfriend ever.â
the night continues on with doing your homework together (and fighting over which formula to use because youâre in different classes and have different teachers, for some reason) and just before you get ready for sleep, you let the call run a little longer as you do your night time routine.
âdo you actually do this everyday?â he asks when you tell him every step of your skincare routine. âi only do the basics. thatâs so tiring to do everyday.â
âyouâre complaining and youâre not even the one doing it⊠âkay then.â you jokingly roll your eyes at him as you gently pat your final layer of moisturizer on your skin. âat least iâm taking care of my skin. theyâre a wonderful organ.â
âokay, weirdo.â
he proceeds to continually pester you to go to bed as itâs almost eleven, and you both have to get up at five so you can meet up an hour later at his house (his mom adores you) and walk to school together, but you ignore him and his groans of complaint as you slow your pace to annoy him even further (then he threatens to end the call, so you run to your bedroom and flop down on your bed immediately.)
âend the call. iâm tired, i wanna sleep.â
âyou know youâre suppossed to go all ânooo, i donât wanna end the callâ or âyou end the call, heheâ right, kei?â he glares at you through the screen, and you can only laugh in response since his cheeks are squished on one side of his face as heâs lying down on his side. instead of intimidating, he looks adorable.
âiâm too tired to even lift a finger,â he says as he closes his eyes. for almost a minute, you let the call drag on, enjoying the comforting sound of his breathing and the sight of his relaxed face.
itâs rare enough to see him so unguarded and at ease; itâs in moments like these where you continuously remind yourself to appreciate and be thankful of every little thing in your relationship.Â
that being saidâŠ
âhey,â you start. he hums a reply, but you wonât take that as an answer.
âhey,â you start once again.
âwhat? i was already enjoying the silencââ
âi love you.â the second you see his eyes open, you rush to greet him a goodnight as best as you can without giggling before immediately ending the call and muting your notifications for that app until five am.
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tomorrow starts smoothly with a wake-up call from tsukishima, your monring already complete with the sight of his bloated face and crusty eyes. he knows that you donât care about his appearance, so he lets you see his worst visuals (in your eyes, however, heâs still unfairly handsome with all of that.)
you quickly got ready for the day; time flew by fast, and soon youâre ringing the doorbell at his gate, waving and greeting at his mom (whoâs also the same thing) and greeting your boyfriend a good morning by taking out his (well, now your) jacket from last night.
he eyes you as you put it on. heâs unable to surpress his smile when he sees that the sleeves are, indeed, hanging a bit past your fingertips.
âi told you, youâre be forever a shortcake.â
âyouâve called me "shortcakeâ so many times, it doesnât really mean like an insult anymore,â you noted out loud, looking up at him through your lashes. "it doesnât even sound like a word anymore.â
âwell you are a shortcake, shortcake.â
âannoying,â you playfully chide him with a roll of your eyes. at that action, he scoffs and grabs you by the sleeves, pulling you closer and reminding you to bring out your (matching) headphones since heâll be plugging in the audio splitter.
âwhat do you wanna listen to?â you hum as you think about it, but tell him to go for whatever he feels like.
you let the clean tones from the guitar relax you, enveloping you in an atmosphere where you feel like youâre starring in an anime or some kind of movie. honestly, you feel as you are in one, because you know your type of relationship isnât all that usual, complete opposites and all.Â
with the leaves turning orange and falling slowly around you, the visuals only supplement the atmosphere, the song sounding like the OST to your and tsukishimaâs story.
suddenly, you feel his finger nudging itself between the gaps of your fingers and trapping one of them in itâs grasp. looking down, you see his pinky bent at the joints to hold your little finger captive. itâs shaped like a crescent.Â
looking up, you see him audibly clearing his throat, awkwardly looking away when he sees you noticing. the faint blush on his cheeks makes you laugh, and you feel the atmosphere increase tenfold.
youâll happily be in any movie, only if itâs him by your side.
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#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#hq!!#hq#haikyuu!! x reader#haikyuu x reader#hq!! x reader#hq x reader#tsukishima kei#tsukishima#tsukishima kei x reader#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima hq#tsukishima fluff#haikyuu fluff#hq fluff#karasuno#karasuno fluff#ch: tsukishima#g: fluff#t: oneshot#ye this is a late bday gift#u got a prob with that#???#SUE ME I WAS BUSY#SKJSKJSKJKJS#i would've made the wc 927#to match with his bday date#but i was already 1.5k in#sad noises
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saw you reblog about ocs. okay so any of your ocs met a alternative version of themselves what would they do and how do they react?
I mean, thereâs lots of alternative versions, older ones, evil ones, completely mirrored ones, crocodile ones, basically the same but exactly one detail is off onesâŠbut generally with basically the same ones uhh
Theyâre just standing thereâŠmenacingly! But itâs both of them, they lock eyes, everything freezes, and boss battle music starts playing on both sides. If you ever see something that even remotely looks like the player character in a videogame just standing somewhere itâs instantly bad news, even if theyâre not doing anything. Always. And it also ends up in a mirror fight half the time. (It doesnât come that far tho. They just both stand there waiting for the other one to make their move)
A lot of internal what the heckâs. Afterwards that one reaction meme where the guy looks to the right with a cigarette in his hand (is that what it is? I only ever see edits of that meme) and is just completely done with everything. That but directed at these two. Theyâre not dealing with two of them.
Spider-Man meme. Then they just compare whatâs different or stayed the same for each of them.
Start making plans to monopolize the market. Which market? Idk all of them, probably. No one really knows.
The only ones (both versions) who (right from the start) are concerned about what even happened that let to them meeting alternative versions of themselves in the first place. Hello. We have to do something. The space-time continuum might be breaking while you are talking about Apple prices-
#another anon ask#my oc ramblings#questions like these are actually really great for building OCâs#thanks anon#thinking up scenarios and reactions is just fun#âŠwait is that why people like writing so much#ooohhh#original character do not steal [tm]
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Wonder Woman 1984
The first 3/4 of 2017âs Wonder Woman was my favorite film of that year. The last 1/4 was my least favorite film of that year. What can I say, I have a complicated relationship with the DCEU, and the part I keep getting disappointed by is the big smash-em-up, explosions everywhere, muddy mess of orange/blue filter in the âclimactic showdownâ between hero and villain. I just donât have the patience for it anymore, and I was so hoping that the Jazzercise vibes of Wonder Woman 1984 would do something different.Â
As it turns out, this movie was trying to warn me like so many stories that have come before - be careful what you wish for. Just how badly did my wish go bad? Well...
Iâd already heard some questionable things about the movie before I tuned in, so my expectations were tempered but I guess it was on me. I should have known better than to wish for a story with reasonable pacing, some kind of consistent tone, villains with discernable motivation, or a Wonder Woman movie that was actually about fucking Wonder Woman. Iâm not even mad as much as I am puzzled. That and tormented by Pedro Pascalâs manic televangelist energy in my dreams.Â
Some thoughts:
I have never wanted to go anywhere as much as I want to in 2020, and the place I want to go more than any other is Themyscira. Love this first sequence. Why is the whole movie not about Themyscira??
If the Olympics were like this whole long Amazonian warrior triathlon, I would be WAY more into track and field.Â
Also I legit donât understand the problem with her taking the short path? Like, itâs there for a reason? She just caught up to her horse? Someone explain this to me.
So this mall...basically the hub of American commerce in the 80s that was practically printing money, it made it so fast...is secretly a front for antiquities trading on the black market? And these unorganized-ass dipshit criminals who seemingly just walked in off the street and decided to engage in some light robbery today are after antiquities? Sure, Jan.
Ohh I miss Waldenbooks so much!
This thwarting of crime sequence in the mall feels so...cheesy. Schlocky, almost. Like a 50s comic book come to life. I dunno, it just doesnât feel like the tone I was expecting. In the context of the whole film, we really blew our action load in these first 2 sequences, and also this is the last point in the movie in which Diana actually resembles her character from the first film.
I would also be stammery and blushy when talking to Diana Prince for the first (and second) time, but Iâm kinda getting a gay vibe from Barbara. This meet-cute + date is definitely playing up romantic vibes. Kristen Wiig is so good at characters like these - in less than 2 scenes, I have such a clear picture of who Barbara is, what she wants, what she fears, and thatâs all down to Wiigâs choices. [ETA: This makes it all the more infuriating when Barbara suddenly is like âI want to be an apex predatorâ when nothing about her characterâs reaction to getting positive attention indicates she would want to start shitting all over everyone else.]
Pedro Pascal is skeeving me out as our villain Max Lord, which really just shows his range, because normally I love him and find him wildly charming in everything. But heâs playing this oil baron creep to the max, as they would say in the parlance of the 80s, and it makes my skin crawl.Â
The mechanics of how Steve Trevor returns are wildly confusing. Why is this other guy involved at all? Are we supposed to be ok with the idea of Diana fucking *some other dudeâs body* without his consent just because Steveâs spirit/consciousness/whatever is inside the guy? Also that guy DEFINITELY got fired from his job after going AWOL for a whole week, right?Â
I am thrilled with Steveâs clothes montage. One of my favorite things in any 80s film, and his enthusiasm really sells it.
I do really like Diana and Steve playing detective, following clues, crafting theories. In spite of the absolute dumbassery of how Steve came back, Chris Pine and Gal Gadot have incredible chemistry and I do find their scenes together delightful.Â
I think thatâs why itâs so frustrating to me the way their entire relationship was handled. If the whole point of the wish going bad is that it has a cost, wouldnât it have been better, instead of making Diana weak, to have Steve slowly start to be more and more of an asshole - aka not the Steve Diana remembered and loved? Make her realize that the Steve she knew and loved is really gone and she has to stop letting his memory hold her hostage. Maybe his last moment of self-awareness would be realizing that this wasnât who he really was, and she was better off just remembering who he was and moving on rather than trying to hold on to this thing that isnât good for her?Â
The sequence with the fireworks made me emotional. The only time Iâve ever been on a plane on the 4th of July was when I was coming back from a visit with my uncle in Dallas. He had flown me, my mom, and my grandma down for a whirlwind trip, and we flew back the night of the 4th. I got to see fireworks from above for the first time, and it felt so magical. My uncle passed away 2 months ago, and feeling that magic again (via Diana and Steve) made me miss him and all the adventure he brought into my life something fierce.
Am I supposed to be like...anti- the idea of Barbara absolutely kicking the shit out of this drunk catcaller who attempted to assault her earlier in the movie? It feels like the film wants us to be like âoh no thatâs badâ but my empathy goes on vacation for attempted rapists.Â
Like...did anyone do ANY kind of fact-checking on this script? The Maya havenât been âwiped from the face of the earthâ there are still 6 million of them living in Central and South America. Escalators were invented in the 1890s for fucksâ sake. PLANES IN THE 80S DONT WORK LIKE PLANES IN 1918. YOU DONâT KNOW WHAT ALL THOSE SWITCHES DO STEVE. Also...just because the plane is invisible doesnât mean it doesnât exist anymore. Isnât the whole point of radar to detect things that you canât, yâknow, SEE? Seriously, how many people fiddled with this script until it turned into an incomprehensible mess?
Did I Cry? OK yeah, I did when Diana and Steve had their conversation after they escaped the White House. But I feel like I should have cried more then, as well as earlier when Diana tells Steve that she only wants this one thing. I love Gal Gadot in this role, but I do wish her acting expressed a little more emotional depth and honesty for the moments like this that should really tug on the heartstrings.
I know Wonder Woman is bulletproof, but are we saying sheâs also...immune to electricity?Â
If thereâs one thing that living through a global pandemic has taught me, itâs that we canât rely on the inherent responsibility of every individual person to do the right thing in order to save their community (or the world). So the climax of this film really feels like a big olâ fictional FUCK YOU to every person who has been quarantining since March as the US government twiddles their thumbs and relies on personal choice to lower infection rates. I know they made this film during 2019 and had no idea what would be coming, but this entire sequence was the most horrifying, short-sighted, offensive way to have good overcome evil I could imagine for a 2020 movie. âJust count on people to do the right thing and everything will be fine!â Weâre WELL FUCKING PAST THAT, Diana.Â
And maybe this is my debbie downer pessimistic ass, but the message âthe world is a beautiful place the way it wasâ feels like some real bullshit. Do you mean the world is a flawed, complicated place where beautiful things exist DESPITE all the violence, inequality, and poverty? Ok, that Iâll buy, for sure. But âEverything was fine the way it was!â is uhh not what I would have gone with. Thatâs a first draft edit if ever I heard one. Seriously, how did this make it through MULTIPLE studio drafts and no one thought to point this out? Â
I literally had to go back after the credits were over and rewind to figure out what happened to Pedro Pascal at the end. If I not only donât care, but also canât remember what happened to the villain at the end of the movie, thatâs a big motherfucking problem.
I was giddily delighted by that first post-credits scene though! Probably the biggest moment of joy I felt during the film.
For being a Wonder Woman movie, it feels like thereâs so little actual Wonder Woman IN the movie. The first film is rooted firmly in Diana finding her place in the world, understanding and coming into her power. This feels like sheâs a bystander in her own life, and her most significant moments are always in the context of someone elseâs narrative arc. And thereâs nothing that comes even close to the breathless wonder of that No-Manâs-Land scene, aka one of the best superhero movie moments of all time.Â
This doesnât have the knowing wink of Aquaman or the nuanced character arcs of Birds of Prey. It doesnât have the childish glee of Shazam! or any of the nonsensical grimdark bullshit of Zack Snyderâs entire ouvre. It feels like Wonder Woman 1984 suffers the same fate as its protagonist - a profound lack of presence or drive. Sure there are some fun sequences, and the actors are doing the best they can with a weak script, but itâs just not enough to save it. In a year where I saw so few contemporary films (focusing more on catching up on past films Iâd missed), I canât think of one that disappointed me more.Â
#121in2021#wonder woman 1984#ww84#gal gadot#chris pine#pedro pascal#kristen wiig#patty jenkins#wonder woman#diana prince#steve trevor
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Alright and now for episode 23! Which was a lot more interesting. Still lacking in pertinent ways but at least it got some stuff moving, and there were a few small but very nice character moments.
I took a LOT of Taichi spam this week you guys. The animation was slightly better than normal and my boy was just so good.
At parkour. Heâs good at parkour.
More below!
We pick up where we left off last week, with Devimon arriving in his true form and picking a fight over Poyomon. Heâs so threatened by a wad of jelly.
He does seem a bit weird though. More on that later.
The quintessential Taichi picture.
And just a cute one.
So okay, Devimon makes mincemeat of MetalGreymon and WereGarurumon. Like he wipes the floor with them. Even though they should be a level above him. I was like whatâs going on. Clearly dark powers are giving him extra strength, but this still seemed like too much...
Yamato yells for Takeru to go hide. Taichi then yells for Yamato to go hide xD However Devimon has no trouble destroying all their possible hiding spots and attacking them.
Takeru worries about his brother :â<
Taichi quickly tries to think of a strategy but yup âHideâ is all he can come up with.
They communicate via digivice and Yamato has something of a better strategy but... it still just amounts to hiding.
Meanwhile their partners continue to get their butts kicked.
MetalGreymon: Hey watch it I just got this painted!
WereGaurumon: My nails! I just had them done!
Taichi: Would you two stop fussing, youâre so vain!
Taichi: Weâve got more important things to worry about! Like my hair!
Meanwhile in the real world... the four are together and Koushirou updates Jou and Mimi on the situation, which boils down to Not Good. The tank ships are still on a collision course. On top of that, Koushirou notices that the data being absorbed by Calmaramonâs... idk what to call it, data collection tower? thing, is being sent directly to the digital world. He guesses itâs going to be used to power the creature whose name I forgot they fought before.
This guy.
Koushirou also guesses this probably means Taichi and Yamato are in some deep shit rn.
Taichi is pretty smart too... heâs able to tell that Devimon is able to manipulate the dark mists and thatâs how heâs able to find their hiding spots and attack them so easily.
Hereâs the evil crystal that I would have thought was from Sailor Moon. Ahhh evil is so beautiful. And purple. Hmmm, the Crest of Knowledge is also purple, and absorption of data is converted to power.... GUYS KOUSHIROUâS GOING TO GO DARK.
Kidding, kidding. I would totally watch it though.
So the others go to fight Calmaramon and destroy the tower to help Taichi and Yamato. But, uh, they didnât count on Calamaramonâs tentaclesx ;D
Kabuterimon makes the classic amateur mistake of DRAMATICALLY ANNOUNCING HIMSELF when he swerves in to rescue the girls...
... and he gets his just desserts. :P
Meanwhile Taichi and Yamato... are still losing. So who steps up to the plate but...
Takeru and Poyomon! Lol!
No seriously, this scene SCREAMED of the one in 99 where Hikari sacrifices herself to protect Yamato and Sora. I was really expecting Takeru to do the same thing here. âLeave my brother alone! Take me instead!â
But, I guess, since heâs a boy, heâs less self-sacrificial and more just... irrationally strong...
His conviction results in evolution!
Poyomon becomes Tokomon! THANK GOODNESS. I could not handle another âpoyo, poyo!â
Devimon takes one look at this pink-cheeked thing and FREEEEEEAKS OUUUUUT.
âYou remind me... of someone I once knew... you have... the same eyes... GRRRRRRRRR!!!!â
he didnât say that but he totally should have lol. Now someone please make an edit of Angemon where he takes off his helmet and he has Tokomon eyes underneath xâD
Data readings on Koushirouâs computer start going haywire! The data is being sent somewhere fast!
I was expecting some kind of power up but I wasnât expecting full on evolution. Because yup. Thatâs what goes down. Devimon evolves.
And hereâs where he gets weird. His evolution seems painful. Unnatural. He doesnât seem exactly pleased with it, to be frank. Heâs really agitated by Tokomon but he doesnât do much in the way of monologuing and itâs not even clear that the evolution is by his own design. It just kind of seems to happen. Then, once he does evolve, heâs much less talkative. This is generally not the sign of sanity or even sentience. Itâs like Devimon is imprisoned by his evolution, which goes on a rampage.
Neodevimon. Actually, original Devimon is scarier but :P
Lol and then Tokomon gets blown out of Takeruâs arms and goes for a tumble while Takeru runs frantically after him xD Great moment.
Rollin rollin rollin, though the streams are swollen...
NeoDevimon is very powerful but yâknow... WereGarurumon just STOOD there. This... this is totally his fault that he gets hurt here xâD
Taichi is displeased with this development, and yet, still cute in his displeasure.
Finally Koushirou manages to get through! Taichi is too preoccupied to jump for joy or anything but you can see that heâs excited. âKoushirouuuuu please save us!!!â basically thatâs whatâs going on
However heâs right away blown over and his digivice scatters and the signal drops...
Yamato is very Stressed.
However, contact with Koushirou has rejuvenated Taichi.
LIKE THE PHOENIX HE RISES FROM THE ASHES
Taichi: âFUCK THIS SHIIIIIIIIIT!â
His renewed conviction becomes power. Yeah, thatâs a thing, we know.
Meanwhile, in the human world, the others have worked out that Taichi and Yamato are fighting and need help, and they combine the powers of their own passionate hearts in a classic shonen anime trope.
Koushirou gets a special moment all to himself! Itâs really fast but still, the episode makes a point of focusing on Koushirouâs desire to connect with his friends and help them. I choose to believe this a nod to Koushirouâs significant role in the show and a way of saying âSorry theyâre not all together right now but they will be soon and characters other than Taichi and Yamato will get to do cool things in the not so distant future!â
Their partners are then able to defeat Calmaramon and destroy the data collection tower.
BOOM, baby.
Meanwhile our heroes who never sleep manage to defeat Devimon. Which, I figured, meant heâd retreat for now, but...
He freaking dies! Yup, thatâs right! Disintegrates!! I was like what the heck?? This was a Boss Battle???? It had none of the signs of being a boss battle other than the boss being present and it wasnât even that hard...
However, itâs not over till itâs over...
... Tokomon looks on NeoDevimonâs death kind of creepily. Like, the episode makes a point of showing us Tokomonâs reaction, not just the groupâs. So... I feel like this is gonna be relevant. I COULD BE WRONG. But I just personally wouldnât stick this bit in without it meaning something. But that something could be pretty much anything so we still donât know much.
The sailors aboard the tankers whose control systems are restored at the last second are pretty darn relieved anyway.
This was my favorite moment in epiosde, Mimi flinging herself over Koushirou and knocking Jou out of the way to hug Sora in her enthusiasm over their victory xD awww Mimi
Yamato wants to know whatâs with Taichi. Taichiâs like, âThe others helped us from afar, I just know it...â AND THATâS WHY HEâS BEST BOY.
Yamato gives Takeru an adorable pat on the head and tells him good job. Only thing that could have made this moment cuter would have been if he also patted Tokomonâs head. BECAUSE HELLO. KID JUST EVOLVED. SAY HI AND TELL HIM YOUR NAMES AT LEAST.
But then! Darknightmon uses the dark crystal thingy and...!
Le gasp! NeoDevimonâs corpse emerges from the ground...
Taichi has a flashback to another time they thought they won only for their defeated opponent to be infused with dark energy and resurrect...
... uh I forgot this guyâs name too >_>
Taichi: âWow I never saw this coming!â
Well, I did. :P Due to being over ten years old...
We end with NeoDevimonâs mask cracking off!
Creepy!
Final thoughts... it now kind of looks like Darknightmon is the one pulling Devimonâs strings rather than the other way around. But my guess is thatâs not the case. It could also be that Devimon told Darknightmon to do this - after all, Devimon used the stoneâs power to evolve Darknightmon before, and this is just the reverse of that. Or it could be they are equals and in cahoots with each other. I definitely think thereâs an even greater, bigger Bad out there that they either work for or are afraid of etc something like that, I think we probably all feel sure of that at least. But Devimon in this episode really surprised me in the ways he seems to lack agency. He seemed like a pawn of evil rather than the chessmaster himself.
So next week! Looks lit!
Devimonâs new evolution? or power up? whatever is creepier than NeoDevimon so thatâs a relief.
BUT THIS IS EVEN CREEPIER HOLY CRAP TAICHI! Get some sleep, your eyes are all red! (And heâs injured. His hand is where he got hurt two weeks ago fighting Splashmon right? He got hit with miasma. I wonder if this is the same wound and if itâs somehow controlling him due to the dark energy getting into his system... But everyoneâs more or less been hit with the dark energy at this point so maybe not. Anyway, CREEPY EYES, CREEPY CREEPY EYES.)
Also Yamato DIES. He DIES yâall. *funeral march plays* Hmm, Tokomon looks hungry...
Then we got this bit which in case you canât tell is Takeru being awesome. So I figured, ahh, THIS is the boss battle, and weâre gonna see Angemon again already... weird as that sounds :P
HOW-E-VER
We also get this???? Taichi silhouetted against a brilliant light????? What does it mean? I mean we know Takeru has healing powers so Iâm fully expecting that to happen but uhh are we also going to canonize Taichi next week? lol. Saint Taichi. I love him the best but I will be a bit miffed if next week IS the big boss battle and Takeruâs role is âpower up Taichi so he can kill itâ and thatâs it... But I guess weâll have to see.
It does rather look like they saved the animation budget for next week, the preview was nuts xâD Canât wait.
#digimon adventure:#digimon adventure 2020#digimon adventure reboot#fizz watches digimon 2020#digimon
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A personal call out post
Let me preface this with having y'all not send her hate. I just wanted to bring awareness to this on Twitter as well as here becuaes I'm agitated and fed of with people who are constantly toxic to those around them and having stans/simps who back them up at every turn and enable them.
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I wanted to talk about @babblingartblog @naughtybabs and the drama I have surrounding her. I want to cover some of this: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/17c7F4GZXCVtqVqKPXNc4lWHS0T9pHZz2 and touch on some of the bigger things in each folder since I didn't quite do that last time since I was pissed.
Note that these folders will constantly be updating. I still have some caps that I have not tossed in these folder as I have not edited out usernames for privacy reasons. I have a folder on my desktop that is also uncensored for my own reference.
Starting off with Art and Caps (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1J_dwVDk396Cx-gZROZqK1dCB2ih5LJ6E?usp=sharing), this should be pretty straight forward. Some videos I have here are of her blatently tracing or stealing images from Google or elsewhere. I have tried to find sources for as many of these as I could. No true artist worth their salt would actually trace for a piece, especially not for commissions. Some of the other images are just some critiquing and stuff. The critiques are just personal gripes about her art that I feel could be improved upon.
For Facebook (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/11-374WefqZaE4YWVC3HNpsyWLrnkF6Or?usp=sharing), a few things stand out more than others. The first thing is something that happened at a larp she attended. She claims that she didn't do this, but multiple other people attest otherwise. It's an incident where she tried to break up a married couple and call the man's wife a bitch and what have you. She's also expressed some rather NSFW kinks/fetishes in these larp spaces that have made others uncomfortable. She had even gotten temporarily kicked from one larp group due to these actions. Another thing that stands out more than others is her promise to change and then falling right back into old habits. There are several of these posts and I think also a few tweets, but I'll touch of tweets further down. Anyway, there are countless times that people have told her that she needs help and needs to be a better person and she basically just shrugs it off and keeps up with her toxicity.
The final thing that I'd like to touch on in this section that's a red flag is how she treated her former place of residence. Without going into too much detail as I don't want to involve her former roomies in this more than I have to. She's claimed numerous times that her former residence was abusive when it wasn't anywhere near what she's said. She was the one creating a toxic environment and people were getting tired of her shit. Between her quitting jobs with no good reason, to not paying rent and spending what should have been rent money on larps and fast food and other such luxuries and accusing a former roomie of something heinous, she brought down the mental health of everyone in that house.
There are various other things that you can look through that I haven't even touched upon that set off more red flags. There were also some DMs that I had omitted that I won't release but can summarize if need be later. Also, I realize that some of these caps are ant sized, so if you need me to transcribe them, feel free to ask.
For Tumblr and Misc (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/152bkOkTiH4ZfWk3t9g3JhHMwSz2J-YjT?usp=sharing), there's not much there. Just some asks about the larp things I mentioned in the Facebook section, her GoFundMe, which I'll also touch upon in the Twitter section, and some caps from Youtube about her tracing.
For Twitter (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1pGqz6qTFuvKZDYPuxQTk6CLxGgJokYa8?usp=sharing), there are a ton of caps. There are only a few things that stuck out to my with these caps, too. Outside of the Hazbin Hotel drama, that is, since there are quite a bit of caps there.
The first is the most recent and the thing that kicked me sharing all of this originally. It relates to a Slenderman series creator names Adam Rosner who was outed as a piece of shit who did some unsavory things with a few people underage, as well as some other horrible, heinous shit. She claimed to be friends with him and that she "still can't believe that [she] ignored [her] gut" about how much of a creep he actually was. I called her out the two times that she spoke out about this because I knew, from personal experience and from also knowing Adam and interacting with him at a limited capacity (I just thought he was kind of a snob originally and was fame hungry), that she had been lying and had only really been an acquaintance, much like myself, and also had limited interactions with him.
Touching on the GoFundMe that I mentioned earlier, though, and she admitted that she, herself, donated her $1400 stimulus check from 2020 to inflate the amount she received from her GFM. The GFM was taken poorly from some former friends as she owns them money and she, instead of trying to pay some of that back, dumped her money in the GFM to inflate it.
She's also brought up a few times where she would like friends who wouldn't crucify her and that calling her out on her bad behavior and holding her to a standard means that you're stalking her or being mean or something. This piggy backs off of the point from the FB section about her saying she'll get better then doesn't.
For Videos and Caps (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vukA5KmVvbF56pC91GGD4s-FCZaXwW6W?usp=sharing), there are uhh... some questionable things in here.
The first is stuff that I had transcribed since it's in parts. This, against, cycles back to her attempts at fundraising for herself. She had gotten angry about various BLM protesters had gotten money for bail and lawyers and what not and that no one was, essentially, donating to her cause donating to small creators isn't "trendy" or "popular" or some such nonsense. Then, tried to back peddle by saying that capitalism sucks and how she shouldn't had used her GFM to compare to BLM but that the poor, LGBT+, black, etc aren't accessories or something but really still giving a nonapology.
Which brings be to a related but not really point about the stutter that she had. She's done this weirdly forced stutter in a few videos and I asked around if it was a thing that she had done before and it wasn't and is, indeed, a forced reaction to garner sympathy.
Swinging back around the the fundraisers she posted on FB and the bit about her roomies, there was a video that she had made accusing one former roomie of some nasty things, as well, when it never happened. The actual story, without getting into too much detail, was that she had pined after this roomie for a bit and was enamored with him but he had (and still has) a girlfriend.
As for the other videos, there's just a lot of depressed posting and what not. Like, a lot of depressed posting.
Some general statements: Normally I wouldn't dump on some of these things if it were anyone else, but knowing her personally and talking to some former friends and what have you and knowing how she is after all of this observation, there have been a lot of red flags that popped up. Like, I'm not here to victim blame or laugh at someone over mental illness or any of that shit. But I also know that she siphons personality traits and whatnot from the people around her.
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