#genuinely sorry to make you uncomfortable anon thanks again for letting me know!!

[gyubakeries]

𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 | c.sc (f)

a/n: for some reason the ask got deleted 😭 but an anon asked for something scoups related, so, anon, if you're seeing this, hi! thanks for requesting! i kept brainstorming, and finally came up with this, so i hope you like it! (sorry the ask got deleted im hopeless w technology 😭)

word count: 2.1k contents: seungcheol x afab!reader , gymbro!cheol , i have 0 gym knowledge forgive me , seungcheol and reader are dating , bullying mingyu is a canon event , lots of fluff , cheol being a green flag as always , slight angst , mentions of insecurities (but they have healthy communication about it!) , just overall cute vibes !

"i wanna go to the gym with you."

seungcheol looks up from his phone to direct his gaze at you. it's a thursday night, a rare day off for the both of you, and you had been in the process of selecting a movie for the night when you suddenly spoke.

"what?" seungcheol asks again, not sure if he heard you right the first time.

"i want to go to the gym with you," you repeat, meeting seungcheol's eyes reluctantly, trying to mask your ulterior motive with a smile.

seungcheol was taken aback, but don't get him wrong. he was a regular at the gym, but in your last three years of dating, he had never heard you wanting to accompany him to the gym. instead, you'd always said that you'd rather be at home than be surrounded by sweaty people, including seungcheol himself.

so why the sudden interest?

"babe, everything okay?" seungcheol asks. he knows asking questions may seem rude, but he notices the way the smile you're shooting at him doesn't feel genuine at all.

"yeah! i just wanted to see what was so great about the gym for you to spend hours there," you say, making up an excuse on the fly, hoping you sounded convincing enough.

seungcheol knew you through and through, and he also knew that you weren't telling him the entire truth. but instead of prying, he decides to agree to your request.

"alright,come with me tomorrow," he nods. "it's gonna be pretty intense though. mingyu tells me i'm a really strict gym trainer." he jokes.

"it's okay," you laugh, finally cracking a real smile. "i have a feeling i'll become your favorite student in no time."

"we'll see about that," seungcheol teases, and you drop the topic, shifting your attention back to choosing a movie.

seungcheol needs to get to the bottom of this.

-

the next day, seungcheol comes home from work, and like clockwork, he changes into his workout clothes and grabs his gym bag, ready to head out, but-

something feels different about today though....

"excuse me? were you forgetting your star student at home?" comes your voice, and he finally remembers. he turns to see you waiting in the kitchen, and any suspicions he had about your strange request melt away at the sight of you dolled up in the cutest workout fit. your hair was up in a ponytail, and you were wearing a baby pink sports bra with a matching pair of leggings. you even had a cute duffel bag packed with you.

"aw, baby, you look adorable," he coos. he walks towards the kitchen and stops in front of you to place a kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into a hug. "also, i'd never forget my favorite student." he says defensively, and you laugh at his cuteness.

"sure, big guy," you chuckle. "let's get going, shall we?"

-

whatever worries had left his brain when he saw you at home had come back to him ten-fold at the gym. he started you off with some basic warm-up exercises and then the treadmill. the both of you jogged next to each other for a while. you had found all of this manageable until now, even though all the physical exertion had made you all sweaty, which in turn made you uncomfortable. you mask your uneasiness though, not wanting to alert seungcheol.

but he had already seen the signs of discomfort on your face. after the treadmill, he decided that he needs to take you home.

"i'm actually feeling really tired today, babe," he fake-yawns while you're sipping on some water. "how about we go home now and come back another day?"

"woah, you're tired just from some cardio?" someone speaks up from behind him, and it's mingyu.

how is he always at the gym?? seungcheol wonders, cursing mingyu's timing.

"i just had a long day at work. what are you doing here?" seungcheol rolls his eyes.

"working out, duh," mingyu retorts. "didn't you clock in late to work today, though? i've seen you less tired while you were working on three days of no sleep."

seungcheol really wants to punch mingyu in the face right now.

"if you're really feeling tired, we can head home," you butt in before seungcheol throws a dumbell at mingyu.

seungcheol would be relieved, if not for the way you look dejected and upset, and seungcheol would rather walk through fire than be the reason for that frown on your face, so he relents.

"it's okay, i'm feeling fine," he smiles. "we can continue, baby."

"just don't be all gross and couple-y," mingyu adds, and quickly scurries away before seungcheol can elbow him in the stomach.

after mingyu leaves, seungcheol gets you started on some basic squats. he shows you the correct posture, even helps you for the first few times till you get the hang of it.

finally, you gain the confidence to do the squats on your own, so you start off with a goal of completing 10. by the time you're on squat number 4, there's a burn in your thighs. you've heard people saying that it's supposedly a good burn, but right now, it's making you feel like your legs are going to snap into two, like twigs.

not wanting to embarrass yourself, you push through the remaining squats, collapsing to the floor after you finish them.

"hey! that was great!" seungcheol smiles cheerily. "i'm so proud of you. let's take a break and then we can move onto something else."

the next challenge: push-ups.

while you weren't a frequent gym-goer, you had an idea of how a push-up should be done. guided by seungcheol's instructions, you find yourself in the position to carry out some push-ups. once again, you set a goal of 10 and you start.

at push-up number 7, your arms give out and you lose your balance, your forehead bumping with the ground.

"shit. y/n, are you okay?" seungcheol is by your side in a blink, helping you up into a sitting posture. you look around the gym, and thankfully there weren't a lot of people around to see your disastrous attempt at push-ups, but you still felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"i'm sorry," you sniffle, tears welling up in your eyes as seungcheol gently rubs your forehead. "i'm sorry for being bad at this."

seungcheol freezes when he sees you cry. he knows you, and you weren't the type to cry from such a small failure. the uneasiness twists his gut; something is really wrong.

"baby, you have nothing to be sorry for," he says, tone firm yet gentle. "let's go home and talk about this, okay? you did a good today, and you should rest."

leaving no room for negotiation, you let seungcheol gather both your belongings and walk you back home.

once you reach your shared apartment, you're aware of how sweaty and gross you are, your nose crinkling with disgust.

"i need to shower..." you mumble.

"you can head in first. call me if you need anything, okay?" seungcheol suggests. "i'll start on dinner."

you nod timidly and head towards the shower. a long and relaxing shower later, you're emerging from the bedroom in your comfiest pajamas, and a red spot on your forehead from the incident at the gym. you walk into the kitchen to see seungcheol putting down dinner on the table, freshly showered.

"you used the guest bathroom?" you ask, and he nods. you can tell that there's something on his mind, and you know its related to what happened today. knowing seungcheol, he likes to communicate whatever he has on his mind to maintain trust between you, so you eat dinner in silence, anticipating the conversation after.

once the dishes are washed and put away, you quickly go to bed, hoping to avoid any tough conversations by falling asleep early. but seungcheol is too aware of your tendencies, so he follows you to the bedroom, sitting next to you on the bed as you lay down.

"does it hurt a lot?" he asks, breaking the silence.

"my forehead? not that much. but the rest of my body is really sore," you admit truthfully.

"should i get you a painkiller for it?" seungcheol offers, and you shake your head. you've seen him come home from the gym complaining of sore muscles, but he never takes any medication for it, and you don't want to seem weak for doing so.

"you can take one, it won't make you weak," seungcheol says, as if he's read your thoughts. "what's going on, baby? i know something is bothering you, tell me what it is. let me help you."

the gentle tone to his voice makes you tear up immediately. you bring your hands up to your face as you cry. an alarmed seungcheol is quick to hug you, whispering comforting words into your ear.

once you've calmed down, you realize it's time to tell him the truth.

"i wanted to have something in common with you. all our friends and their partners have a shared interest. mingyu and his girlfriend love cooking, wonwoo and his girlfriend like photography; even minghao managed to end up with someone who loves tea as much as him. i just wanted to share something with you. i realized that you and i don't have a lot in common. everyone says 'opposites attract' but to what extent? that's why i thought of going to the gym, so that we could have something to share."

seungcheol is silent for a few moments, and you bite the inside of your cheek nervously while you wait for his response.

"y/n, you're the one person on this earth i have found a perfect match in. you and i have a lot more in common than you think. like the fact that you're the only person who supports my 'dipping french fries in milkshake' agenda," seungcheol cracks a soft smile, holding your hands in his.

"you don't have to force yourself to do things just to share an interest with me, baby. i love you for who you are. you're a wonderful artist, and i'm absolutely pathetic at drawing basic human figures. that doesn't mean we don't work together," seungcheol explains, hoping that his words make sense to you.

"i know, but i just- i just got worried that one day you'd be tired of having to deal with someone so different from you," you sigh, confessing the thought that had been plaguing your mind for a few weeks. "i don't want to lose you, cheol. that's why i did all this. but all i've really done is embarrass myself..."

seungcheol's lips draw into a pout as he crawls onto the bed, laying down next to you. he covers both of you under the blanket and pulls your body closer to him, your head cradled against his chest, and his arm wrapped around your waist.

"i'll never get tired of you. you're the love of my life, and i like the fact that every day we spend together, i get to learn something new about you. there's a familiarity in that too, you know?" he says, and the warmth in his voice makes your heart melt.

"ever since the day i met you, i've wanted to know who you are. i've wanted to know what makes you smile and cry, what food you don't like so i'll never bring it up, what your favorite disney princess is, even how much sugar you like in your coffee. and i'm so grateful to be able to learn every small thing about you, because that's how i show my love for you."

you pull away slightly from his embrace, meeting seungcheol's soft gaze.

"i love you the way you are, and no amount of differences could ever stop me from loving you. even if you were the north pole and i was the south, i'd do everything in my power to be with you, you get that?"

"how'd i get so lucky?" you whisper, eyes welling up again. "i love you too, so much. you- you made me cry, you idiot." you chuckle wetly, slapping his chest playfully.

"you're just a sap," seungcheol teases, but he rubs your back comfortingly nonetheless. "anyways, you're not going to be following me to the gym just for the sake of it anymore. i already think you're perfect the way you are, but if you ever do want to go, you should do it only because you want to, okay?"

"you don't have to worry about it," you dismiss his concerns. "from the second i step foot into the gym and got attacked by the stench of sweat, i promised to never come back."

"hey! that's rude!" seungcheol gasps dramatically. you can only laugh at the way a grown, 29 year-old man pouts like a toddler.

yeah, you really were lucky to have him.

-fin.

[brainrotdotorg]

okay i just received an anon concerning my measurehead/gary posts that was really illuminating to me (i wont be posting it here but i felt it necessary to say something about it) that basically said that me talking about it made them uncomfortable.

i thought that my stance on depicting their unhealthy and uncomfortable potential relationship was a clear indicator towards me not agreeing with their beliefs, and not endorsing the idea that they were anything close to a desireable pairing, as well as treating it comedically rather than as a serious idea.

but looking at it now i see that it was reinforcing a grossly fetishistic dynamic, and making light of a serious and unpleasant thing like race fetishism. i wasnt trying to treat it as "fun and sexy." this is not a ship that i think is compelling in any romantic, emotional, or sexual way. fuck, i wouldnt even call it a ship. it was an idea that i regarded as a stupid shitpost instead of an idea that has real implications and subtextual weight to it. but my intention doesnt excuse the fact that i was lax in considering the serious nature of what their dynamic entails. im sorry that i was flip about a topic like that.

the root was indeed "throwing ideas at the wall" and not trying to promote or even engage with the idea of race play. i wanted to present a scenario that, to me, was absurd and ridiculous, but it came with an undercurrent i neglected to examine. the joke wasnt funny because i didnt consider how someone who doesnt look like me would take it. it is never my intention to say something that could alienate a friend or a follower who is a POC because I didn't consider what I said before I said it. that was my fault, and im sorry.

not going to be. posting any more about that then. i feel like my stance on making a joke out of it was ignorant and in poor taste. there are many more pleasant and actually funny ideas i would rather share with the world than one that makes people uneasy.

[7ndipity]

On your period

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi looks after you on your period

Warnings: mentions of menstrual cycles, reader feeling sick, not proofread

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this! I based it off my own experiences, so I'm sorry if it doesn't quite work for everyone. It's not the best, but I hope you like it anyway!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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As soon as he walked into your apartment and saw the duvet from the bed in a giant y/n-shaped ball on the sofa in front of the tv, he knew what was up.

Moving quietly, in case you were asleep, he crept over, smiling when he was finally able to spot your face barely peeking out of the nest of blankets, tiredly returning his grin as he came into your line of vision.

"Hi." You croaked, voice horse from lack of use.

"Hi." He replied, leaning down and touching your cheek gently, both as a greeting and to check your temperature, knowing you sometimes ran a low fever on days like this.

"When's the last time you took any meds?"

"About noon."

Without a word, he made his way to the kitchen, returning in less than a minute with a couple pills and a bottle of water, helping you untangle from the blankets before joining you on the couch and passing you the items, which you accepted gratefully.

"Why didn't you text me earlier that you weren't feeling well?" He asked.

"Didn't wanna bother you." You mumbled.

"You're not a bother." He said, frowning as he noticed you wince uncomfortably.

It was only the first day, but that was usually when your symptoms would hit the hardest. Cramps, chills, body aches, it honestly felt like you had the flu, your only comfort was knowing that things would start to level out in a few more hours.

Well, maybe not your only comfort.

"What can I do?" Yoongi asked, quietly insistent. He hated seeing you hurting and not being able to do anything about it.

"I'll be okay, don't worry." You tried to reassure him.

"That's not what I asked." He said, giving you pointed look.

You swallowed nervously, feeling shy for some reason. "Could you maybe hold me?" You asked hesitantly.

Wordlessly once again, he climbed into your makeshift nest, shifting you both around until you were draped across his lap with your head pressed to his chest.

It still felt strangely foreign to have someone look after you like this, with such gentle, determined devotion, but you were starting to get used to it. In the past, you'd just dealt on your own, not wanting to be a burden to those around you. But as soon as you met Yoongi, all that went out the door. Anytime you felt the least bit unwell, he was at your beck and call. If you needed anything at all, be it food, meds, or just a bed warmer/nap partner, he was there for you.

You still remembered his genuine offense at your first attempts to dissuade him from coming to look after you.

"Why? It's not contagious."

"No, but-"

"Then why are you rejecting my love?!"

He'd promptly come over, armed with your favorite foods, candy and heat packs. You'd been so overwhelmed and emotional, you ended up crying and telling him you loved him for the first time that night.

Now, all these months later, he was still looking after you the same as he had then.

"You want me to stay over?" He asked after a minute.

"You don't have to do that." You sighed, already start doze against his shoulder.

"But I want to. Besides, I know you sleep better with me here." He teased.

"If you keep this up, I gonna turn into a spoiled baby." You warned.

"Will you just let me take care you, dammit." How he managed to make that sound stern and soft at the same time was a skill only Yoongi could master, making you grin.

"Fine." You relented, snuggling closer to him and pressing a small kiss to underside of his jaw. "I love you."

"I love you too, spoiled baby."

"Hey!"

[deathstrokewilson]

OOC: Hi all, Roleplayer behind JJ and Slade here. (mentally insert Zuko meme if you so choose)

I'm feeling a bit calmer now. I was quite hurt by that anon from last night.

To explain my reaction, for anyone who is confused, I am a person. I'm sitting here on my computer or phone to have fun and write stories with others, the same as everyone else here. This is my first time trying to RP on Tumblr, and for some of you it may be your first time trying to RP at all. To which I say, I'm so glad you are! Genuinely, roleplay is a great way to make friends and to explore all sorts of stories and themes safely and supportively.

Additionally, this is my first time writing Slade. I never expected so many people to enjoy my writing, and listen, I love that he's so generally terrible, and that I seem to write him well enough that you want to rally against him, that you love to hate him, that you send love to the Dick who's agreed to be Slade's Renegade. It's sweet. It's intense. But it's supposed to be fun.

Whoever did send that anon may have just been caught up in the intensity of having Slade seem like such a big threat, and wanted to try and ding his ego, or something to that effect. I don't know their intent. But as a person writing for both my enjoyment and yours, it was like a punch to the face. It was incredibly hurtful, since firstly, I don't think I've written him that way, and secondly, that just… isn't something you send. It's a serious thing to say or imply, it can be easily twisted out of context, and shouldn't be slung around. I would also like to state that I have checked in several times with people who are either directly part of the story or were emotionally affected by it to make sure they were all right to continue. I know it's an intense character, an intense storyline. I genuinely don't want people feeling uncomfortable or scared. I want people to enjoy what I make, like any creative, in a safe and healthy way. And I also want to be happy and comfortable.

So there's that.

As such, I want to offer something to you all- a poll. I am asking you all to consider the options carefully and genuinely, and vote honestly. Please, please be honest. Because I won't be dealing with that sort of thing again. A large part of roleplay is considering both the characters and the people behind them, and how your writing can affect them. I never expected Slade to be more than a brief thing, and thanks to everyone's interactions that grew and changed. I did appreciate it, and at least up until that anon, it was fun. I would like it to be fun again. This is also to either subdue or confirm my anxiety, so I'm sorry if this seems dramatic, but it will help me. So, let's vote.

1. I continue to roleplay as Slade, the storyline that has been started continues. I request if you are not comfortable with him and this choice wins, you unfollow for your own comfort.

2. I set Slade on the high shelf for an undetermined amount of time. The storyline is cut off, blogs that were more personally involved return to more normal posting if they so choose. Until more people can learn to separate the fiction from the person behind, no more big bad villain to hate. I will only RP JJ, or other non-villainous characters.

3. I stop roleplaying here on Tumblr entirely. If for whatever reason you think I shouldn't be roleplaying here at all, and this vote wins, I'll stop. No more Slade, no more JJ, no more of my ideas. I'll also request that if you don't want me around you at all, you DM @littlefaefeather with the blogs you want me to block or unfollow.

I do intend to take this day as an RP-lite day for my own sake, but if there's anything you really want to RP or include Slade or JJ or my Robin blog in, you can still @ them for it, I'll be checking in every so often. Thanks for reading all this. 🧡💛💚💙💜

[garcargofarfar]

Hi there saw ur requests were open..

Could I get a gene x reader who argue a lot just let there guard down and be honest with each other

Thank youuu ♡♡

A/N : Ahh ty for the request anon! I don't know how Aph makes blocky men attractive but she gets the job done. So of course <3

Again, I don't know if you want this set in Pdh or MyStreet(I'm realizing this is an issue lol) but I overall see Gene the same so.

Letting Walls Down

Pdh!Gene x Gn!Reader, implied relationship, Gene being slightly mean and toxic, miscommunication, toxic-ish relationship, Gene learns to talk about feelings, swearing

"Can you stop?" You watch as your boyfriend tug his arm away from your grip. "You're damn embarrassing."

"Oh, I'm embarrassing?" You try not to laugh or roll your eyes. "You practically prance around the school with an overblown ego, you think I'm not embarassed?"

"Are you?"

"No shit, Sherlock."

"I don't care."

"I don't care if you care."

"Rude little shit."

"You're the rude one! Why are you always putting on such a fake face?"

Gene seems to have been mentally slapped, his walls building up inside him as you wait for a reply.

"I'm not fake." He says, barely a whisper.

"You don't even love me anymore. What's the point?" You sigh. "Gene, I want to break up."

"W-Wait what?"

"Gene. It's like I don't even know you anymore."

"I.. I'm sorry, I-"

"I just.. I need some time to think." You reply shortly.

"Wait, no! We can talk about this!"

"I'm afraid I have no more left to say."

-----

[1 week later]

You roam the halls of Phoenix Drop, students passing by you as they head to their next classes.

"Woah, watch out!" Without looking, you bump into someone as they grab you by the arm.

"Ah! Thanks." You reply. Looking up, you realise its Gene. "Oh. Gene."

"Oh, er.. hi."

A silent moment passes until Gene finally breaks it.

"Where.. are you headed?"

"Just to grab lunch." You reply meekly. "You.. um.. you wanna come with?"

He nods, a bit too eagerly, trying to suppress himself from giving you a hug right then and there.

"I.. was planning to have lunch outside." You tell him. "Are you alright with that?"

Expecting a snarky remark, Gene simply agrees with a hum.

You grab your lunches and arrive by the bleachers.

Taking a seat, you start eating while Gene does the same beside you.

It's an awkward silence, and you can feel his gaze linger on your figure. It makes you uncomfortable as you try break the silence.

"So.. um. How've you been?"

Gene doesn't reply. Instead, he stares at your face.

"Gene..?" You turn to look him in the eyes.

"Do.. do you remember this place?"

"Huh?"

"This is where I first met you." He says, gesturing around the two of you. "We were fighting for the last remaining seat."

He laughs as he reminisces about the past. You chuckle along.

"Yeah.. yeah, I do remember."

"Good times those were. Good times." He takes a bite out of his sandwich.

"I.. miss those times." You say.

"I do too."

Another silence washes over the two of you.

"Hey, Gene..?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry." You tell him. "For everything."

"I'm sorry too. I haven't exactly been.. the best at communicating."

"I've had my flaws as well. I should've told you when I felt bad. I never should've lashed out on you."

"It's no excuse for my behavior. I haven't been treating you like a girlfriend. In all honesty, I was.. scared."

"Scared?"

"Scared that you'll leave me." He says. "It's a defense mechanism I have subconsciously."

"I would never leave you! What makes you think that?"

"I.. I dunno. I just.. had my heart broken too many times. I didn't want to go through it again. So I treaded cautiously and never let my guard down."

"Well, you'll never have to do that again. Because I'll be here with you. And I love you, Gene."

"..and I love you too."

And for the first time in a while, he smiles. He genuinely smiles.

"Thank you, my love."

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[thelaughtercafe]

Hello! I'm very happy to found your blog... since you said you accept darker content request... would you mind doing something related to "bullying" with lee kageyama and ler oikawa? I feel like only Oikawa strong enough to bully Kageyama, because Kageyama itself was already intimidating in my opinion... Thank you so much in advance! P.S. please avoid foot tickles hehe

Tea Type: Black Coffee

Potential Triggers: Bullying using tickling, I'm gonna give a non-con warning for tickling too, some trauma responses and panicked behavior

Pairing: Oikawa/Kageyama

Length: 1.6k+

Summary: A chance meeting leads to familiar feelings and anxieties thought long forgotten.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this anon, apologies for the wait! I was a little unsure just how dark I wanted to go with it so it took a bit to finish it but I hope you enjoy the final product! Definitely let me know whatcha think <3

Chance Meetings*

“Is that who I think it is?”

Kageyama froze in place; a long forgotten feeling of dread settling in his stomach. He felt his heart beat faster, heat flooding his cheeks as his eyes darted around, looking for an escape. He knew he shouldn't have gone to the sports store today. If he ran- he just knew he wouldn't get far. Not with him. 

A familiar arm slung around his shoulder and he whirled to lock eyes, still frozen. 

Oikawa laughed, eyes glittering in amusement at Kageyama's shock. 

“I should've known if I'd catch you anywhere it'd be here; heard you've been doing pretty well for yourself nowadays. Your team is pretty good.”

Kageyama nodded stiffly, wanting nothing more than for this to be over with. Maybe if he just told him what he wanted to hear he'd leave without a fuss. He cleared his throat and shrugged off Oikawa's arm, turning his face away as he headed towards the doors, trying to make it look casual. He tried to ignore the lump in his throat as he followed just behind him, a cheerful grin on his face. 

“Yeah, yours too. You're just as strategic as ever.”

“What can I say? Got to keep my opponents guessing~”

He tried not to remember his old encouragement methods, but failed, feeling more heat in his cheeks as he reached his car. He felt the weight in his chest begin to subside, a bit of genuine happiness making a small smile spread across his lips. 

“Sorry to cut the conversation short, I've actually got to meal prep for this week, but it was great seeing you again.”

Kageyama turned to try and open his car door but inhaled as Oikawa leaned over him, one arm over his head, subtly keeping the door closed and drawing his attention back his way. He tried not to flinch at the way Oikawa's once playful, light expression darkened, but only in his eyes. His voice and words remained bubbly. They were still in public after all. 

“Aww but I haven’t seen you in soo long Tobio~ I can help you! You don't mind me tagging along do you?”

Kageyama debated his options, nibbling his bottom lip and came to a decision. There really wasn't one. Oikawa was nothing if not resourceful, and stubborn. If he didn't agree now? He'd just get it worse later. Oikawa had never had any issues biding his time. He'd once said it gave him time to think up more “fun ideas”. For him, of course. 

So, Kageyama nodded with a sigh. 

“Sure, fine, whatever.”

He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably and Oikawa giggled, his eyes lighting right back up at his agreeance and poked Kageyama's unguarded midsection, making him jump and cover his stomach. 

“Aww c'mon cheer up Tobio! We'll have so much fun!”

Kageyama grumbled and got into his car as Oikawa moved over to his own after a cheerful wave to follow him home. 

Once there, things were nicer than Kageyama expected honestly. He helped him meal prep, talking animatedly about setting strategies that he too couldn't help but get passionate about, and their favorite college teams. Kageyama was finally relaxing from being jumpy at Oikawa’s surprise attack earlier when he struck while they were relaxing in the living room. 

Kageyama had sat on the other end of the couch when Oikawa eagerly bounded forward and straddled his waist. Kageyama grappled with him but quickly found himself overpowered, with his hands pinned under Oikawa's legs as he straddled his waist.

Oikawa laughed gleefully and cooed at him as Kageyama glowered up at him. 

“Aww, you didn't really think I'd letcha off the hook, how did ya? What kind of friend would I be if I didn't test your endurance? You know; for old times sake~”

Kageyama's heart beat wildly and he growled, trying to make himself more threatening. It worked on everyone in Karasuno, and even with his current team. Most normal people would've cowered, and apologized- but Oikawa was the one bastard that had never worked on. Not ever since he found out this stupid, downright humiliating weakness of his. 

It was kind of hard to be taken seriously when you were laughing your head off, and squealing like a child. 

“Now where to start, where to start? Any volunteers?”

Oikawa sounded sadistic as ever, eyes scanning his body for the slightest movement now that they were alone and Kageyama discreetly tried to squirm. No dice. He was stuck. Unfortunately he bucked his hips in the process and Oikawa’s eyes lit up. 

“I never took you to be so eager Tobio~ But if you insist!” 

Kageyama threw his head back in mirth as Oikawa drilled his thumbs into his hipbones, making him really buck, for all the good it did him.  

“Hhehehehey! Cut it ohohout, get off mehehehe!” 

“Nah, you must be having fun. Look at that beaming smile you’ve got! So cute~”

Kageyama groaned in annoyance at that, feeling his blush darken. 

“Ugh! I am nhahahahat! I swear when you let me up you’re dehehehead!! You hehehear me!? Dead!”

Oikawa’s eyes sparkled with mirth as he jeered down at him, his fingers ruthlessly toying with his hips before one jumped to scribble at his tummy, his shirt having ridden up from his struggling.

“Oho? Still have it in you to threaten me? That’s not very sportsmanlike of you Tobio! Besides, we both know you’d never be able to overpower moi!”

Kageyama wished he had the strength to fight back, to prove him wrong but tickling had always made him helpless, unable to do anything but laugh. He’d tried to get him back later, give him a taste of his own medicine once, back in college. 

It hadn’t gone well- Iwaizumi had walked in and all chances had evaporated in front of his eyes. Two on one was hardly fair, but seeing the momentary panic in Oikawa’s eyes and the snort he’d let out had been worth it. At least till he had been wrecked to tears for the attempt. 

His struggling finally bore fruit as he bucked particularly aggressively when Oikawa moved suddenly from his hip to the bottom of his ribs, finally allowing one of his hands freedom. He grabbed his wrist, tugging the offending hand up and off of him, panting and glaring. It wasn’t very threatening apparently, as Oikawa merely giggled at him, the fingers spidering along his stomach pausing. He cocked his head at him, brown eyes glittering with amusement.

“Oho? I’m impressed Tobio! You’ve bulked up since our school days!”

The hand at his tummy jumped to his exposed underarm and Kageyama yelped, air leaving him in a rush. Now that’s he’d gotten one of his hands, he had some leverage and strength and knowing he didn’t have much time, he acted. He raised his knee so it was flush against his captor’s side and brought both their hands down against the couch to push off his tricep to turn. Oikawa wasn’t expecting his sudden movements, and tumbled to the ground beside the couch, freeing his other hand in the process. He quickly released Oikawa’s wrist and jolted up, and over him seeking refuge in his bedroom and slammed it behind him, locking it just as a body slammed against it, causing it to jump back in surprise. 

He panted, swallowing harshly, hands trembling as he tried to think rationally. Oikawa wouldn’t break his door down. That was too direct for a scheming bastard like him. His eyes scanned the room for his phone and he felt his blood turn to ice as he realized it wasn’t here. Shit. The banging stopped, and Oikawa’s too sweet voice came through. 

“Aw c’mon Tobio, we were just playing~ I guess you’re a tad more sensitive than I remember. Sorry if I pushed you too much; if you come out, I promise I’ll play nice~”

Kageyama snorted, glaring at the door. He felt bolder, now that he was safe from his old “friend”.

“I’m not the same naive college kid you tormented, just leave, alright? I’m not gonna fall for your sweet words anymore!”

There was stony silence and Kageyama immediately regretted his speaking out, but it was too late to take it back now. 

So instead, he listened, backing up to sit on his bed and try to process. He couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid. Why did he bring him here? Now he knew his address. Maybe…Maybe he really hadn’t changed that much after all. If he was honest with himself, he’d always known some part of him missed Oikawa. For all his faults, his lack of listening sometimes…those good moments were still good. Maybe he was over-reacting-

He shook his head, holding his head in his hands. He was doing it again. Falling back on old habits to cope with Oikawa being in his life. 

“Tobio, I’m going to head out now! I put your meals in the fridge. And…I’m sorry. Really.”

Kageyama looked at the door with wide eyes. Oikawa actually sounded…remorseful. He sounded serious. Still, he didn’t move until he heard his door slam, and even then he held his breath and put his ear to his door, listening for any sign of footsteps, just in case. He twisted the knob and then headed back to the living room, letting out a breath as he realized he was truly gone. 

Everything was cleaned up, his living room just as it was, as if he was never there to begin with. 

He jumped in place at a sound, and his eyes flew to his phone, making him sigh. Just a text message. Stupid body. Why was he still so on edge? 

He grabbed his phone and swiped it open.

His eyes widened and his grip tightened, his other hand moving to cover his mouth. 

An unknown number.

The message?

‘Let’s meet up again sometime Tobio~’

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Ler!Sapnap Week Day 2/3 - Gym/Bet

woah….. two fics back to back????? who am i?????

this is another fic for @sleepy--anon ‘s ler!sapnap week!! this is a combo of days two and three, which were gym and bet!! you can find the original post here as well, so make sure you all go show sleepy your support and thank her for making this happen :D thanks again sleepy!!

truth be told i wrote this fic in like two hours after a random stroke of motivation, and i think it turned out pretty good!!! i hope everyone else enjoys it as well :)

lee!george, ler!sapnap, 1.7k words

enjoy!!

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“George. Planking contest, let’s go,” Sapnap said as he took a sip from his water bottle, his dry mouth grateful for the drink after his fruitful workout session with his friend. George looked up from his phone, switching the song they had on in the background and chuckling amusedly.

“What? No, not after we’ve already worked out.” George reasoned, taking a drink of his own water as well.

“C’mon, I’m hyped up still, just this one thing then we’re done.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“C’monnnnn,” Sapnap groaned, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “You just know you’re gonna lose.”

“Right now? Probably. My arms hurt.”

“George,” Sapnap said as he leaned against the wall, tilting his head at the other man. “Humor me.” George rolled his eyes and looked over at Sapnap, eyebrows raised, the other man staring back at him expectantly. Sapnap knew he would never pass up an opportunity to prove him wrong. He let out a labored sigh, shaking his head in fond disagreement.

“Fine. But I’m gonna destroy you,” George taunted, placing his phone and his water on the table and turning around as Sapnap excitedly jumped into position at his words.

“Bring it on, cutie,” Sapnap teased back, both of them kneeling on the ground next to each other, ready to begin. They both placed one hand on the ground, George taking one last moment to straighten up the sleeve of his shirt and his messy, slightly sweaty hair from his workout, before letting out another soft sigh and nodding to Sapnap to let him know he was ready. “Okay, three, two, one, go!” Sapnap counted, and the challenge had begun.

It started off uneventful, the room relatively quiet apart from the music they had playing and occasional soft breaths or throat clearing noises from either of them, and it stayed that way for a little over a minute.

Then George got bored.

His elbows were starting to hurt, and his hips were sore from the exercises he’d done, and while it wasn’t enough to make him drop his plank just yet, it was definitely uncomfortable, and sitting in the same position with only that soreness to focus on was definitely not his idea of a good time.

So, he created his own entertainment.

He pushed himself up slightly more, arms straighter, and then leaned onto his left arm so he could pick up his right arm. He ran his hand through his hair again, testing the waters, seeing how long one arm could hold him up and finding that he was shockingly sturdy enough to keep up with it.

Which is exactly what he needed, so he could reach over and poke Sapnap right in the side.

“George,” Sapnap warned, voice stern, not reacting to the poke yet. Another came soon after, at the bottom of his ribs this time, and he couldn’t stop the small flinch it caused. “George.”

“What?” George asked innocently, but there was a smile evident in his words. He poked again, closer to the top of his ribs now, and he let out a chuckle as he watched Sapnap’s arm flinch where it held him up. “Uh oh. Seems like you’re getting weaker.”

“If you do that again you’re gonna be sorry.” His voice stayed sharp, and George bit back a smile as he steadied himself again. “I'm being courteous by warning you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” George kept up his innocent act, and delivered another poke to the spot right above Sapnap’s hip.

Whatever came next was a complete blur, happening so quickly George was genuinely convinced it might’ve given him whiplash from how dizzy he was.

“That’s it!” Sapnap practically growled, sounding downright predatory, and he grabbed George’s wrist and yanked him towards him, immediately throwing his arm around George’s waist and yanking him in his direction.

“OH– shit!” George yelled, and then he was on his back, wrists pinned next to his head by a firm, unrelenting grip and unable to squirm away as Sapnap straddled his thighs. “Wh– Sapnap! Get off me!”

“I fucking warned you, Georgie, this is nobody’s fault but your own.” Sapnap shifted George’s wrists, sliding them up above his head and crossing them over each other so he could hold them down with one hand instead, ignoring George’s loud protests the entire time.

“NO! Noho, no, let– let GO OF ME!” George fought, giggles already building up in his chest, pulling at his arms and kicking his legs out behind Sapnap. Suddenly, Sapnap dug his fingers into George’s ribcage, targeting the spot right in between them and spreading his fingers out as much as he could, covering as much surface area as possible. George gasped, his entire body straining as his back arched and he broke into loud, surprised laughter. “NAHAHA, whahaha–?! SAHAHAPNAHAP!”

“Yes?”

“STOHOHOP!”

“Nah, you deserve this,” Sapnap said nonchalantly, trailing his cruel fingers over to one side of George’s ribs instead, digging in all along the bones, making George scream and squirm around like his life depended on it.

“NOHOHO, PLEHEHEASE–“ George yelled, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back. He kicked his feet against the floor, the heels of his sneakers sliding against the rubber padding, the soreness in his body hitting him hard and rendering him weak as he attempted to free his arms and hips. “AH– I CAHAN’T, SAHAHAPNAP!”

“Boohoo, crybaby, you’re fine,” Sapnap teased with a pinch to his hip, making him squeak and giggle and try to buck his hips up. Sapnap giggled along with him, slipping his hand under George’s shirt to scratch at his tummy for a few seconds. George immediately broke out into soft laughter, his breathing becoming hiccupy when he couldn’t stop giggling long enough to take any air in. His face was flushed, only growing redder as he tried to hide in his arm, and Sapnap couldn’t help but coo at him. “Well, aren’t you just adorable?”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup–“ George grumbled, clearly embarrassed, and Sapnap decided to put him out of his misery and move on.

Instead, Sapnap pulled his hand out from under George’s shirt and immediately dug into his underarm, making George scream at the sudden switch and then burst into loud, hysterical laughter.

“NAHAHA, FUHUHUCK–“ George yelled, twisting his torso however he could, yelling desperately at his arms and kicking so hard that his knees hit Sapnap’s back every so often. Sapnap chuckled at his reaction, letting go of George’s wrists in favor of using both hands to attack his underarms, making George squeal again, immediately reaching down to grab at Sapnap’s wrists, though he was unsuccessful in his attempts to pull him away. “PLEHEHEHEASE, PLEASE PLEHEASE PLEASE, STOHOP– AH, STOHOHOP!”

“Are you gonna behave yourself?” Sapnap asked, and George was nodding frantically, answering before he even finished.

“YEHEHES, YES!” George pleaded, attempting to blink his teary eyes open but immediately squeezing them shut again, his nose scrunching as he laughed, fingers shaking as they held Sapnap's arms.

“Good. Say you’re sorry.”

“I’M SOHOHORRY! I’M SOHORRYHY!” George was practically begging, nodding in agreement again, as if that would somehow sway Sapnap’s opinion.

Sapnap would be lying if he said it wasn’t adorable, and he would also be lying if he said he didn’t want to keep George like that all day, laughing and breathless and thoughtless and helpless– especially since he knew damn well that George could take ten times the torture if he was in the right mood– but he took pity on the boy, knowing he was already worn out and tired and sore from the work they’d done in the gym that day. He pulled his hands back, resting them on George’s sides and rubbing his tummy with his thumbs softly, letting him catch his breath.

“Y’alright?” Sapnap asked, the subtle southern-ism in his tone making George smile through his leftover giggles.

“Mm– yeah…” George said between breaths, running a hand through his hair again before swiping them over his face, then letting his arms drop out to his sides. “That was so cruel.”

“You literally started it,” Sapnap pointed out, pushing himself to the side off of George’s hips and grabbing his water from the table for him.

“But I wasn’t gonna do that!”

“Shut up, you big baby, you know you loved it. And you know I could’ve done so much worse, so be grateful,” Sapnap scolded playfully, and George’s cheeks flushed once again at the accusation, a shy smile gracing his lips as he turned to the side. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, idiot, I see you blushing!”

“Shut uppppp!” George whined, hiding his face in his hands and curling into himself, both of them giggling at the situation.

“Alright, alright, I’m done. Here,” Sapnap patted George’s shoulder and motioned for him to sit up, handing him his water when he did so and sitting quietly while he took a well needed drink. “I’m fucking hungry, too, can we get food?”

“Bro nearly kills me and then just asks if we can get food.”

“Oh, yeah? I can do it again!” Sapnap teased, grabbing George around the waist and pulling him in, eliciting a scream from the older boy.

“NO! No, no, NO, fuck you!” George yelled, prying Sapnap’s arms off him and pushing himself away, his knees pulled up to his chest for protection. Both of them broke out laughing at that, and Sapnap just shook his head fondly.

“You’re so dumb,” He said with a smile, pulling out his phone and scooting closer to George, resting his head on George’s shoulder as he scrolled through the food options. The two of them made quiet conversation as they looked through the menus, cuddling close to each other as they did so, already inseparable, even after the events that had just unfolded.

The rest of the night was relatively calm– food was ordered, both boys were showered and in comfy pajamas, and they sat in the living room to eat with some random anime on TV.

That is, until Sapnap decided to try and steal a fry off George’s plate, and the house was alive with the sound of laughter once again, and George was able to get his revenge.

[anonymous-dentist]

Will you still continue writing and putting qbbh in your stories?

I'm asking this question after months because I can't stand people "separating" the cc from the character, when it can't be done, not when the cc defends such a despicable person. I kept quiet for a long time because you're my favorite writer, but I'm tired of pretending that it doesn't bother me because I suffer daily from racism and xenophobia (things that both qbbh and cc don't seem to care about JAJAJA).

I don't know if you will respond to this or just ignore it, but regardless, thank you for writing such beautiful works and stories, I won't follow you any further, not until I have your response. And if you keep writing Defender of the Bastard, I'll pretend I've never read any of your works, that I've never even met you.

I used the translator to make the job easier 0___=

Okay, anon, I'll start this by saying that I 100% understand where you're coming from. If you've seen my pinned, you know that I hate that shitty green teletubby and all his friends equally, and I do NOT fuck with anyone supporting them. And you've probably seen me speaking up about the freakish xenophobia that parts of Bad's fandom have been taking part in basically since April (that I know about, I've never been a viewer.)

But also? I don't write qBBH. I've written him maybe five times Ever since the QSMP started, and three of those five times were in Breaking Dawn. And, even then, he's not really super important to the narrative at all, and he was never going to be. If anyone from the book club was gonna be important, it would be Maxo because he was super important during the Regret Arc, unlike Bad. And you may have noticed that I haven't even mentioned Bad in that fic since he started getting weird about Dream recently. I legitimately rewrote all of the most recent chapter to keep Bad out of it.

With my other current multichapters (Let a Spider Run, Evil Eye), he was never gonna be a big part of them because I quite genuinely just don't give a shit about his character and because his character isn't too important to the parts of qCellbit and qRoier's stories that I want to explore. Breaking Dawn? Regret Arc. Let a Spider Run? ...Kinda all over the place, but it's the bit of May when Cellbit and Roier started getting interested in each other. Evil Eye? Current "Fuck The Federation" Arc. So if you wanna follow those, go ahead, Bad would only be a cameo mention at most, almost definitely not someone super important. The fic he'd appear most in would be Breaking Dawn, but even then it's like one or two more times because, again, Maxo is actually the more important one there. Limited roles, dig?

But also? You have no right to demand what I do and do not put in my writing. Am I gonna put Bad in anymore? Not in any huge role because I never did, but you showed up and decided to effectively threaten me into not writing him at all by saying you'll never read again. And that's disappointing because I'm so ridiculously thankful for all my readers and I never want to make anyone uncomfortable, but you coming in and demanding I effectively change the plot to my passion project instead of coming and talking to me in dms or something is just kind of a dick move.

I don't hold anything against you, anon, and I won't hold anything against anyone who decides to unfollow me because I'm gonna keep having qBad appear as minor characters in my fics, but you've gotta understand that he's a character. Does he suck? Yeah, and so does the CC, but separating fact from fiction is a vital part of appreciating Minecraft RP storytelling. And I 100% understand having difficulty separating character from CC when it comes to a CC who has done some real shitty things, but sometimes you just need to take a step back and stop consuming content from something that brings you this much distress just by having a single character in it.

You're probably young, and I'm really, really sorry that you've dealt with so much horrible bullshit because of this one man's fandom, and I'm sorry that this guy is on a server that you love and appreciate and I understand that so well (I was a DSMP writer for a while, after all), and I hope that you understand what I'm saying here. I'm not currently planning on including him in anything beyond one or two brief appearances in Breaking Dawn, but you don't really have much of a right to demand that of me. I made this decision weeks ago.

[lemony-and-zesty]

Wasn’t gonna post anything about it, but I’m thinking about it again,,

Mostly cause one of my friends got hate for being friends with me.

But basically, I got banned from an all age-inclusive discord server for honestly insane reasons.

But in the end, they’ve essentially accused me of being a child predator and “posting nsfw in a server with minors.”

In reality I posted art with blood in it. Which the rules of the server said was allowed as long as it was spoilered and there were content warnings. I did this the handful of times I drew blood. Hell, I even said every time, “If I need to delete this please let me know.” They never did, so I assumed it was ok.

Anyways, here are my “crimes”

All of these things are things blown wildly out of proportion.

The “non-con” I drew was the two posts I made about Hitman’s boss.

The inappropriate conversations and interactions with minors from the server was actually just me being friends with one of the minors and letting them talk to me about their aus and talking to them about my aus.

And also being there for them when an actual fucking creep was in the server and the mods just let them be.

There was a person in the server who was talking about characters having sex *to a minor.*

And I helped bring this to the mods attention because I noticed just how uncomfortable this minor was in a voice call with this other person and switched to a private call to check on them.

I ended up telling a mod, who then told the other mods, who then decided to ban this person.

The real shocker?

This person was removed from the server with so much more respect than I was.

I wanna stress just how blindsided I was by this ban.

I got no warnings. I had no idea. No one had expressed discomfort with me whatsoever.

The only warning I ever got was for sending a link to the tumblr that has the Twitter drama Trolls AU where Floyd and Creek are super toxic and all that jazz. I sent it in the voice chat while on call with two people who are over 18. The link was deleted and I was asked to be more mindful. Which I agreed to.

Anyways, the point is, had I not been on call with two people from the server, I would have gone to sleep thinking everything was fine, and woken up to being banned without warning.

This is the only information I got.

The only reason I even know *why* I was banned was because I still had friends in the server who saw the aftermath.

I am not ashamed of any of my actions. I always did my best to make sure people were comfortable and I believed - mistakenly - that someone would let me know if they weren’t. If anyone had communicated with me *at all* this could have all been avoided.

At the end of the day though, I am sick of being treated like a child predator by these people when in reality I am just someone who wanted to post silly stuff about Trolls with people who enjoy Trolls.

If anyone has any issue with any claims the people from that server have made, I am willing to talk about and explain my actions - or hell, even apologize if it turns out I was in the wrong.

I’m not perfect by any means, and if I made anyone uncomfortable I truly am sorry.

But, I never did anything worth this level of contempt and disrespect.

Thank you for listening and sorry for the long ass post.

I just needed to at least give some insight into some of the stuff I’ve experienced lately.

Especially since this server was genuinely so important to me. It was helping me through some of my worst experiences and I’ve made some amazing friends from it. And for that I am grateful.

And finally, to whoever sent hate to my friend, don’t be a coward. Go off anon and talk to me. I have nothing to hide and I’m not afraid of you. Because in the end I know I’m not a child predator and I know I never intended to hurt anyone.

And if I still had access to the server I would have screenshots to prove it.

Goodnight everyone <3

[misc-obeyme]

Hey, CC Sorry if this is a weird question but how do you deal with weird anons? Generally, the asks/requests I get are very nice and sweet but every once in a while, I get an ask where I'm just thinking... what?

Sometimes it's NSFW where it's pretty easy to just say "Sorry I'm not comfortable with that" but other times it'll be talking in a cutesy/baby language or something.

I don't want to be rude/impolite or ignore them but I genuinely do not know how to reply to some of them. Once again sorry but you get a lot of asks so I was hoping you might have some wisdom to share!

Thank you and have a nice day. <3

Hi there, anon! Don't you worry, this is not a weird question lol. I've been told multiple times before that I'm incredibly patient/chill about weird anons.

Let me start by saying that you are never under any obligation to answer asks you're uncomfortable with. You're putting yourself out there by running your blog, but anons have nothing to lose by coming into your ask box.

That being said, here's how I approach asks!

I assume everybody is genuine and that we're all here to have fun. It's all very lighthearted to me, so I don't worry too much about things in general.

If I get an ask where I don't know what to say, I say that. This almost never happens because I always have plenty to say lol. But I'll usually say stuff like "I'm not sure about this" or "I don't know anything about this" because sometimes I just don't!

If it seems like the ask is not about anything relevant, I answer with jokes. Like the time someone asked me about Mayor McCheese being a dom or a sub. Or the time someone just left a paragraph of meows in my ask box. This is an Obey Me blog so I might respond with Obey Me related jokes, but in general I just say something silly and move on.

When an ask is kind of hard to understand because of the way it's written, I focus on the question/point they're trying to make. This can lead to misinterpretation on my part, but I do my best so I don't feel bad about it. They can always clarify with a follow up anon if they want.

Just be yourself! A lot of times I respond with my initial reaction, whatever that may be. When people send me asks, I assume it's because they want to interact with me and that's inevitably going to include the times when I don't understand what they're asking.

Also it's important to keep in mind that unless it's an established anon with a sign off, you have no relationship or prior understanding of that person at all. It's like a complete stranger stopping you on the street and asking you a question in baby language. That would be extremely weird. You might feel like you're in danger, even. The difference is that the internet separates you from that person physically and it keeps that veil of anonymity in place, at least for them. It's still an awkward situation, but the stakes are lower, especially for the anon.

This is why I always assume good intentions and respond that way. Because even if the intentions were bad, I get to choose how I respond and I prefer positive interactions to negative ones, generally speaking. It's like a way to take care of myself, you know? But also, people with bad intentions are often surprised by kind and genuine responses. I can't know that person's history. Maybe they never had anyone take them seriously so they leaned into it. Maybe they genuinely just enjoy messing with people. Impossible to say! So I just respond the way that makes me feel like I'm being true to myself. And for me personally, that includes an almost complete lack of judgement.

I hope some of that helps! We're all different and what works for me might not work for you. So I think it's important to remember that your blog is your online space. And you shouldn't feel like you're being rude if you set some boundaries with anons. That might include deleting asks that make you uncomfortable or turning off anon altogether. It's a two way street and people should be able to respect that.

[strawbubbysugar]

Hiii, (princess lawyer anon here) not trying to start anything but i saw an anon upset over what I said (i assume it was about me cuz Im kinda,, the only one who fits their description,,) and I just wanted to say I don’t really appriciate them trying to make me like a villain,,, that kinda hurts to be misinterpreted so intensely,, I wasnt targeting them, there was like.. 5+ people both on the blog and in the story comments that said the same thing, so I really wasnt like,, targeting them or really even thinking of their reply when i wrote what i wrote if im being very honest,, I thought what I said was funny, and not meant to be condescending. Especially since both me and Bubby sorta made the same defender joke,, Sorry, I didn’t like how it felt in my chest reading those messages, if you understand what I mean,,, kinda actually had me tearing up ajdhsjsjdh to explain why it was so long winded if I can try and show i didnt mean it maliciously; I wasnt trying to over explain, I was info dumping because Im autistic and got excited,,,, but I do get that a lot, I really dont mean for it to come off as like im over explaining or condescending or whatever the right word is, im sorry. and this story meant a lot to me,, I just wanted to share my thoughts like everyone else and join in on what i thought were jokes, not over explain things and make people uncomfortable, im sorry,,, sorry for clogging up your box with all this nonsense, I just felt really upset and hurt and didnt know how else to address them since they’re anon,,, andjdjdj sorry if im doing it again rn </3

But, let me end on a positive note cuz I hate coming off as negative!!! Love u Bubby and love the latest chapter, im sorry if i caused any tension for you. Im really excited to see what both pry/ncess my beloved and Sun look like on the wedding day in their pretty outfits <3 I especially loved the funny parts with Sun covering his eyes, hes so silly goofy coded and I love your writing 💕 it never fails to make me laugh, smile, tear up, everything /verypositive And dont let anyone tear you down, I loved So(u)l it still lives in my head rent free and Im absolutely loving Bethroned!!! And also, as an autistic person, I love how you write your y/n’s because I feel like i can really relate where i sometimes struggle with that in other stories 💕💕 thats all, i spent like two hours trying to word this right so i need to stop now for my hearts sake, mwah mwah /silly

Oh Angel thank you for the kind words!! I know nobody in this situation meant to come off as anything but genuine. I’ll post this so that the two anons involved can hopefully find some closure with the situation. I won’t be answering any asks about it anymore but I wanted to make sure you felt seen and heard. :)

Peace and love on planet earth muah muah

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hello!

Impressive anon here!

I am sorry to be a bother but I put something in your ask on Monday and I don’t think you have responded to it. It’s not a problem if you’ve been busy and all that like I fully understand. But in case anything I said on it made you feel uncomfortable I genuinely am so sorry! You obviously don’t have to respond if it did, but I was just wondering if you got the ask.

Idk I feel like it’s reassuring to know that I’ve let out some thoughts to a real person (you) and not just typed up on my phone.

But again I fully understand if you’ve been busy or simply don’t want to respond! You don’t even have to respond to this, you can just post like a random emoji on a post you make and I’ll know you’ve read it.

Sorry!

Enjoy your day and again thank you for all the help you have given me! I truely appreciate it! ♡♡

Hi hon!

Now I'm like really glad i started a spreadsheet lol. Last time I responded to you was April 3rd, and I haven't received anything since! I'm so glad you asked, because I would hate for you to feel like you bothered me or like I'm ignoring you! Would you mind resending what you sent? It sounds like it didn't go through, I'm so sorry!

And seriously, if this happens with anyone else, I never don't respond to advice asks, unless someone specifically says I shouldn't. I do my very best to get back to everyone within 48 hours too, so if you don't see my reply after that, feel free to send something else or re-send. You're never bothering me <3

[stuckinapril]

hey -- i know you probably dont want anons worrying about you too much because i know at the end of the day what we're doing is doing whatever we can, spreading the word and letting them go unforgotten at least as the bare minimum, to help palestine. but genuinely volunteering fatigue is a very real thing and of course im sure i dont have to tell you to never stop talking about what's going on, never stop thinking about those individual lives lost to the occupation, im sure you understand better than most people. but in regards to your other volunteering work -- oftentimes your best work comes from when you've ensured your own rest first as best you can. im sure its hard with everything going on but try to take care of yourself where you can even if its the little things. youre doing amazing work irl and im sure i speak for a ton of people when i say your constant activism doesnt go unseen. you are making a difference in so many ways. they will be free.

from the river to the sea. 🍉

(no pressure to reply to this and sorry if i overstepped at all. im just an anon online so i dont really know you. i just also volunteer and have a lot going on and i've been thinking constantly about the atrocities against the palestines and how horrifying it is that some people would think it's even remotely okay. i know you wouldnt want the attention put on you so again i totally understand if you dont wanna publish this -- i just want you to know you're doing as much as you can in all aspects of life and im sure many people think your work is a blessing)

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No I really appreciate this!! I do realize I can come off as pretty stilted when I’m answering asks like this, and honestly yeah it does have to do with that I’m uncomfortable w the idea of making this about me. It even took a mental tug of war to answer this lmao, but I don’t wanna just dismiss people who’re being openly kind to me—so thank you. Sincerely.

I can see how a lot of my posts can come off as red flags haha, not w regards to volunteer work but just in general bc I’m very much an overachiever pre-med. And I love it, I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t love medicine and science and being busy, but I do have moments where I’m like I!!! Have not truly been home!!! In a week and a half!!! But I do have ways to destress w that like the gym, a good group of friends, journaling, reading, self-care regimens etc etc.

Really grateful that I’m just some girl on the internet & there are still people who care enough to send worried asks like this!! Love u SO much even if I am bad at expressing it at times

[panelshowsource]

hahahaha that is so funny i have no idea! interestingly i've found a few things on taskmaster to be taken from japanese and korean game shows, so i guess we're all just sharing the fun :')

martin freeman. obviously. no debate. bosch. next question

anon this is so exciting for you!!! we all wish we could watch tm for the first time again!!! hehehe

you may be pleased to know s04 is a great fan favourite, as is...most of the first five series 🥹 i have a ridiculous soft spot for s02, which is pretty tragic since it was so short. in the beginning, in general, the contestants didn't quite understand the full potential of the format, didn't realise all of the lateral thinking they could do, didn't try or want to push the rules — so there's something just so stupid about it, like they really just let alex push them around and laugh at them, and that was so funny. now, there are a lot more rules, certain elements can be tired, the writing team has to work hard so it's not formulaic, etc. still an amazing programme, in HUGE parts thanks to 1) alex and 2) their editor rachel (we stan!!!), but the wide-eyedness of the earliest series are unbeatable in some regards imo. that said, we've had some great recent series, 14 being the the most recent fan fave imo!

btw don't forget to watch the nye and champion of champions specials if you're not already!! they're so silly heh junior taskmaster is also coming up!!

i watched the first series of the nz version recently and i just...idk i may be a purist, but it's been hard for me to get into it. the contestants are really great

— except for, you know...you know what. now i can say it. this is my time to say it. i am so angry about a grown white man in all red and these disgusting THIN little 🤢flip flops🤢

like how dare you wear those abominations on your feet. how dare you make me look at this. anon you're a kiwi so maybe you know this man and maybe next time you see him at the supermarket let him know panelshowsource from tumblr is so mad at him istg. i am genuinely fuming sfhdfkgrd —

but it was a bit predictable, especially with paul not finding his own character right off the bat. that said, i hear it gets even better with series 2 so i need to try it! otherwise, people seem to like the denmark version as well! i want to try that one out :)

i think ed has proven in over ten episodes of the podcast that he makes the utmost effort to use mae's pronouns; i can only recall noticing a slip-up once so imo it's exceptionally rare. mae has also commented on this directly and is very understanding to people who are still adjusting to the language. that said, i am sorry if ed's mistakes made you uncomfortable and if you want to shoot them an email with a suggestion then i don't why you couldn't/shouldn't. that said, i don't think you need to be concerned there's any maliciousness or laziness on the podcast's part because it really does seem they care x

ugh i can only HOPE and PRAY and DREAM and FANTASTISE we get miles on tm actually let's all do a collective sigh of disappointment that we couldn't get miles/frankie on the same season...

i'm usually not one for making predictions because i'm just so remarkably wrong so much of the time, but in my mind there are only two routes for miles: he'll either speedrun the entire thing dara ó briain style

— hold that thought did you guys know one of alex's sons is called dara? i just learned that the other day and i was like wow. okay back to the sentence i was writing —

or he'll flop in the most paddington bear way à la john kearns. i don't see a middle of the road for our guy. interestingly, i just listened to the tm podcast episode with the show director andy devonshire, and he and ed were saying that taskmaster isn't a place for characters: that you come into the show and end up having to be yourself (hence why ed was a competitive maniac muahaha). we've seen miles in really intelligent dynamics, and he can be both witty and unseriously goofy in them, but i'm not sure i've seen enough of him trapped with his own thoughts to know just how he'd perform heh

another thing ed mentioned on the podcast with andy d was his belief that greg is biased towards the older contestants (something like "they talk about being tired and greg simply relates to that — even though greg is not a tired old man and actually has a very youthful energy"; which i love, because it's so fascinating to me how often we forget / people don't realise greg's age because he just fits into any age group so seamlessly), so it makes me wonder if greg wouldn't lovingly bully miles and would actually find him charming/cute

sigh [picks up phone to call alex] let me see i can make this happen

LMAOOO like 5 minutes after the movie released one of my besties called me and was like "sarah. listen to me. rob brydon is sugar daddy ken. this is not a joke. this is code red. this is code. red."

rob is living his dream!!!

cutest anon of the year

[luna-lovegreat]

Why don’t you have your pronouns in your bio? I want to interact with your account but as a trans person it makes me feels unsafe if an account doesn’t have pronouns listed. (Genuine question, not trying to attack or anything)

Hello hi :D

I generally take a long time to reply (I choose to take a while so I am not rushing my responses), but I want you to feel safe so I will try and respond quickly

***I tried to respond as a private ask but I think I can't, so my response to anon is under the cut. It is way too long, but I don't want to trim it down and keep friend waiting

^^tone indicators for all of my response is positive and genuine- I am curious and sincere

Thank you for sending this- I love that you are brave enough to ask and I hear you. I'm honoured that you like my account and would love for you to interact with it! I want you to feel safe tho, let's figure it out

Could I ask for advice? I am not yet completely understanding of tumblr or how everything works. I'm not certain what a bio is or where to put it.

I have so far avoided posting a pinned post, or having personal information in my blog description (<is that bio?). I have preferred just having posts- I am also not very comfortable reblogging things yet. I'm not certain how to explain why, but that is the form my anxiety has taken in managing my account appearance. Is it ok to leave it as is?

As far as changes I am slow on that as well, and might take a bit- but again I will try to hurry because I never want you to feel unsafe. You are worth any extent of kindness

So if I may ask- what is a blog bio, and where would I be supposed to put my pronouns? I think others have explained a bit on this but sometimes I don't understand immediately. Is this something that will make people feel unsafe? And may I ask why? I understand if this is uncomfortable, but I always want to be honest and genuine, and learn rather than pretending I know everything. I am autistic and often take a long time to understand things socially. Could not having pronouns be seen as a rejection of my trans friends?

I also have believed they/them to be the sort of default- as a sign of respect for my trans people I say they/them if I am uncertain. I want to help people feel validated with they/them, rather than assume and say something that is not who they are

My pronouns are she/her! :D but I am ok with they/them as normal which is another reason I hadn't put them.

I have several friends I plan on asking for advice on this as well, but I would love advice from your perspective. I want to make sure your concerns specifically are cared for since you asked. If you are ok to go off of anon, could you dm me or talk in replies? I want to learn. Or you could send me asks in anon- but I do not want to seem like I’m telling you what to do, or demand you talk openly if it makes you uncomfortable.

Friend :)

If I have accidentally said something very offensive I am so sorry and please help me understand- I have a heart for you even if words get in the way. I hope I am not defensive- learning and growing and changing are the best parts of life

If anything I said came across as rude or blunt I am sorry- I tell you that is not what I mean and I want to be friendly and light. I struggle with language sometimes (sometimes) which is why I normally take long to respond.

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Hi friend! I think you are very cool and you've made me happy- now I can learn more :D if I was too intense or seemed demanding I am sorry- I got slightly panicked. I want you to feel heard and safe :)))

I feel secure in my gender identity and would not be adverse to being trans. I have spent so much time searching tho- I enjoy bragging about always having skirts with the best pockets.

I know this post is way too long and I repeated myself- I ramble lol but want to help you feel loved quickly

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Edit: hate to add more, but hi anon! Many of my friends have come to help me understand more. Thank you for asking- I did not know and love to learn. I've added pronouns, and want to always make changes so people can feel safe. You don't have to go off of anon if you don't want, but if there's anything else I can do let me know. You are so so cool :)))

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

"the entirety of this message is a problem and a projection - he doesn’t look pissed at natalie. no one was forced to be there. they did not look “distant”. they looked like two people with cameras shoved in their face and a whole mass of fans screaming for evan. i want to give you the benefit of the doubt, but please be serious and use not even critical thinking, just basic reasoning."

Admin, I really love you and I mostly agree with everything you say, I find you a breath of fresh air and reason in the fandom, or any fandom for that matter, because you remind me that truly funny and reasonable Evan fans exist and have a whole life of their own.

But, I think that you might be going to hard on the anon here 🥺 What they were trying to say, maybe, is that he seemed pissed. He did, what can you do? Maybe he wasn't,all they say is that he did seem pissed. As for the distant part, I don't know, they looked normal to me, but hey, I am not them,so how would I know. And how do we know that he was not forced to be there? Not by his gf of course, I don't think so, but by an agent / a deal? A deal he couldn't say no to because, you know marketing ties and everything? I'm just listing a couple of possibilities that may or may not be true. An anon a couple days ago in here ( I cannot find the post lol) has said that we don't know anything. I cannot say that Evan is happy, because I don't know. I can only say that he looks happy or he seems at a good place and hope for the best. We can only make assumptions, so why go hard on someone that insinuates anything that might actually be possible even by a tiny winiiiiee little bit?

Sorry for the long post, I hope my point is clear 🥺

Oh and I loved the new content from today, he does look uncomfortable but that's regular Evan in social situations I guess ✨ I loved his gf's dress too ❣️

first of all, thank you 💗 i hear you, and i genuinely do appreciate your perspective on this. but there’s a few things i want to expand on and be crystal clear about: there is no scenario in which it’s okay to make, nor entertain, entirely baseless accusations of domestic violence. this is not, and never can be, something we treat as a “let’s hear both sides” type situation. everyone who wants to play softball needs to remember how very quickly their words can sprout wings and start doing the rounds on social media, destroying an innocent persons character. some people may actually BE acting in good faith out of concern over the discourse they’re seeing about natalie potentially becoming violent with evan - again, based on dust. nothing. it’s already happening, and this is not okay. those that don’t want salacious and harmful rumors persisting must shut this down immediately and relegate those who play into it to the fringe parts of the fandom that no one takes seriously.

please take a moment to reflect back on the damage done during the worst of the brigade some fans started on frances. i literally spent hours debunking an elaborate plot where people photoshopped nude images of “evan” and his privates, fran’s tumblr page, AND patreon so that they could sell a story where she victimized evan and posted revenge porn. before that, these fans created a made up story about frances selling evan’s phone number to fans, and it STILL gets repeated years later. i’m sorry. i have thousands of people on this blog and with the audience i have, i DO have a responsibility to use strongly worded language to denounce people attempting to, or unwittingly going along with character assassination against a woman some hate simply due to her dating evan.

on a lesser note, i don’t find it appropriate to analyze every facial expression or movement actively looking for reasons to say they’re unhappy together, when we are quite literally discussing something that’s by nature, uncomfortable and unnatural. posing for photos in front of flashing lights, screaming fans, socializing with strangers… again, please place yourself in their position and try and imagine if you’d look jubilant and at ease. if you’d look like you were having fun and wanted to be there. now imagine you’re socially anxious as a person. i am asking people to stop seeking out negativity and projecting it onto these people - it’s not fair, and whether or not you are purposely trying to be problematic, it’s honestly just not necessary to paint every interaction in a negative light. as i said, i want to give the prior anon the benefit of the doubt that they got swept up in the negative commentary and baseless allegations.. and that’s why i responded to them directly. sometimes, we just need to take a breather and think critically before we put serious stuff like that out into the universe. i really hope that makes sense and you understand where i am coming from. 🫶🏼