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krafterwrites · 2 years ago

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Breaking Point

This fic was inspired by the awesome Egghog AU made by @themetalvirus, so thanks to them for inspiring me to make this. I took a few liberties from what the canon flow of the story seems to be based on what you’ve wrote so far, but I tried to portray the characters as well as I could, so I hope I did a good job of that. Anyways, the whole thing is below the cut (2038 Words)

Sonic was lying in his bed inside of Eggman's base, which had been his home for his entire life. He was sitting in there alone, having been kept up by his thoughts for what seemed like an eternity

He tried to fall asleep for a few more minutes to no avail, eventually ripping off his covers and climbing out of bed. He walked over to his nearby computer, which was easy to see from the glow of its screen, and logged into it after adjusting his eyes to light. From the home screen, Sonic accessed the tracking reports that showed the last known sightings of all of the members of the resistance who opposed his father, and checked where Amy had last been seen. Amy. Even just reading her name on that screen made him seethe

Turning away from the computer for a brief moment, Sonic looked over at the other two beds in the room, which were empty. Amy had always tried to talk him and his brothers out of working for Eggman whenever they fought, which was fairly often. He personally found it entertaining, and would pretend to go along with it until he would reveal his true intentions to see how she would react. It turns out, Sonic's brothers weren't acting like he was when they listened to what she was saying, and one after the other they both left their home behind

Sonic got jolted out of his thoughts when he noticed that he was gripping the edge of the large computer very hard, to the point where one of the corners was starting to jab him quite painfully. Now aware of what was going on, he released his grip and took another look at the computer, which was currently displaying the exact location where Amy had last been seen. The sighting was only a few minutes ago, so he was sure that he would be able to catch up to her there. He wasn't sure what he was actually going to do once he got there, but that didn't matter, all he wanted was to get revenge for what she had done

A quick run out of the large metal base and across the nighttime landscape later, Sonic came to a stop right in front of Amy, who pulled out her hammer upon seeing him

"It's a little late to be picking a fight, isn't it?" She asked sarcastically

"It's a little late to be going out for a walk, too," He replied, barely containing his contempt

"You know what I mean. Are you really here to just attack me again?"

The expression on Sonic's face, which was previously an angry but held together face that showed only a fraction of what he felt, shifted to a slight frown before he began to talk again

"No," He said, now in a completely different and seemingly upset tone. "You getting the other two to leave made me begin to think"

"You've done this before," Amy replied, completely monotone. "It's not going to work again"

"No, I really mean it this time. I've never been without them before, so that happening has really changed my view on things"

Amy began to lower her guard a little upon hearing this. She had been tricked many times in the past by Sonic, but she did realize that losing his brothers would probably make things different. She still wasn't going to completely trust him that easily though, so her skepticism continued

"How can I know that you really mean all of this?" She kept up her questions

"My brothers have both joined your side, and you let them without a problem, despite everything that they've done," He stated. "Are you really going to deny me that same opportunity just because I've made some mistakes in the past?"

"I... guess not"

"Thank you. Now, let's finally put an end to this"

Sonic extended his hand out in front of him, which Amy slowly and shakily mirrored until their hands were grabbing onto each other. She began to smile for a second, believing that he had finally changed his ways, until she began to feel a horrible pain in her hand. Sonic was trying to crush her hand with all of his force, and when she looked up at him so she could aim a hit with her hammer, she saw how his face had changed. His regretful looking eyes and frown were gone, and in their place was bared teeth and a piercing stare

Whenever Sonic tricked her in the past, he always looked amused and smug, like his constant betrayals of her trust were all just a fun game to him. These looks began to appear more malicious after she had convinced Silver to join the side of good, but there was still an element of being entertained and feeling superior. This time, though, there was nothing but pure hatred and spite

Amy tried to pull her gloved hand out of Sonic's ever tightening grip, but she was barely able to move at all before he began to run at speeds she could barely perceive. He continued running for a short time, before eventually grinding to an abrupt halt and slamming her onto the ground using the momentum he had gained

The harsh impact with the ground took out almost every bit of energy she had right away, and caused her to drop her weapon onto the ground. By the time she began trying to get up to continue the battle, Sonic had grabbed her hammer, and was standing above her while brandishing it

"Hahaha, I tricked you again!" He shouted "I won, I slammed you into the dirt, all because you're still stupid enough to think that your pathetic little tricks will work on me!"

"I should've known better..." Amy muttered to herself, sounding disappointed at what she'd done

"Yeah, you should've! You should have known that I'm never going to change, because I'm not like those weak willed traitors!" He admonished her. "But you still think that you can make me join you, and because of that, I'm able to get you to believe me anyways"

From her position on the ground, the pink hedgehog stared at Sonic, since it was all she could do. He couldn't tell what she was trying to convey by doing it, but what he could tell was that it was bothering him

"Stop looking at me like that or I'll crush you with your own hammer! In fact, maybe I should do it anyways, you would deserve it after what you did," He threatened

"Do it, then. It's not like I can stop you," Amy defiantly told him

Seemingly taken aback by her nonchalant response, Sonic froze for a couple of seconds, which resulted in what had just happened playing out again

"What's the hold up?" She asked. "I thought you wanted to crush me"

"I-I do! The reason I'm not is because... Because you deserve worse!" He told her

Throwing the heavy hammer to the side, Sonic walked closer to Amy and crouched down so that they were face to face

"You hurt me and my brothers in battle countless times, and then you manipulated them and took them away from our home, took them away from me," He began speaking. "Do you think one little beatdown is going to make up for all of that? No! I need to do what you did to them back twofold! I'll demolish you in every future battle, leave you just alive enough to keep on going and then do it all again. But before that, I'll pretend like I want to be redeemed, and you'll eat it up every time because that's what you want to happen. But it's never going to happen. Every time, I'll shatter your hopes and your body until I'm finally satisfied. And after that, you'll be nothing but a memory"

No words were spoken after that. Only a final glare was given, and then Sonic left, Piko-Piko Hammer in hand. He stomped back into the empty bedroom, and looked around it like he had before, not sure what to do after what had just happened. As the adrenaline pumping through him died down and his mind began to clear, something that he had just said earlier popped back into his now better functioning mind. While Amy was the one who had taken Shadow and Silver away, they had still fallen for everything she had said. They both made the choice to leave behind the home they'd known their whole lives, to leave their brother all on his own. Then he looked to the side and saw the hammer he was still hanging on to, and it became clear what was going to happen

The sounds of metal crunching and snapping bounced around the otherwise silent room as Sonic used Amy's stolen hammer to destroy every last possession of his two traitorous siblings. Beds, shelves, and many other items were all destroyed and ground into metal shards during his rampage. Wrecking everything didn't make him feel better like he thought it would, though, if anything he became even more mad for each object he destroyed. By the time he was pulverizing the last few items in Silver's portion of the room, he was letting out a guttural scream with each blow, and every muscle in his body was shaking with unfiltered rage

Eventually, there was only one last object from either of Sonic's brothers left, a framed photo of all three of them that previously resided on Silver's bedside table. He didn't notice it at first, but while he was pacing around the room to confirm that he had destroyed everything the two hedgehogs who formerly lived in it owned, his shoe bumped into the wooden frame

Looking down to see what he had bumped into, the three happy faces in the photo stared right at Sonic, who could faintly see a reflection of his current self in the glass. He couldn't crush it with the hammer because of how close he was, so he instead dropped the weapon and went down onto the ground to pick it up. He took a closer look at the photo once it was in his hands, and all of the anger that was inside of him began to evaporate from his body. For a second, all he felt was grief, and a yearning to return to the time in which the photo was taken

But then, all of his previous anger surged back into him. If they really had cared about him like they seemed to in that photo, they would never have left his side for their enemy, they must have never cared about him like that picture made it seem. His desire to destroy all the possessions of his brothers returned to him right after this thought dawned on him, even stronger than it had been before. Out of all the objects in the room, this one needed to be gotten rid of the most

Forgoing the hammer, Sonic began to crush the object with the hand he was already holding it in, shattering the glass and tearing both the wooden frame and the picture within. Splinters and glass shards stabbed through his glove and skin, but he didn't care. He powered through what felt like a hundred knives in his hand just so he could continue thoroughly destroying that wretched photograph, eventually bringing in his other hand as well when it became hard to move the one he had been using previously

After a few minutes of breaking the photograph and its frame into as many pieces as physically possible, Sonic looked around for a final time. Everything in the room except his belongings were utterly trashed, there was nothing more that he could do now. Nothing except lie on the ground in pain as it began to set in just how badly he had injured his hands in his blind rage

So Sonic laid there on the ground, surrounded by ruins of his own creation and slowly bleeding out from his hatred. He was in utter agony, but even worse than that, he was completely alone

#Sonic #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic Fanfic #Krafter Writes

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five-rivers · 4 years ago

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imagine if at a christmas truce party the ghosts discover that danny has a second obsession of space

Wrote a fic~ *does a little dance*

"Here's your invitation to the truce party," said Skulker, dropping the letter by Danny's head, "and here's the duty list. Pick something." He shoved a piece of paper into Danny's face.

"You know," said Danny, testing the rope Skulker had tied him with, "you get a lot better at chasing me when you're doing it for non-murder purposes."

Skulker scowled, but Danny knew better than to take his apparent facial expression as a sign of his true emotions. After all, the face Danny could see wasn't really Skulker's. It was a mask. One the tiny green jellybean inside could manipulate as he pleased.

"What do you mean, 'duty list,' anyway?" Danny blew the paper off his nose.

"It's a list. Of duties. For people who want to attend the party. You can't possibly imagine that one ghost does it all on their own, do you?"

"I don't know. Some living people are really into the holidays. Wouldn't surprise me if there was someone over in the GZ Obsessing."

"There are," said Skulker flatly. "But going to those parties is risky."

"Oh. Yeah. I guess that makes sense. So, is this, like, a potluck deal, or white elephant, or do I have to come set up, or what?"

"Read the list, whelp!"

"I would," said Danny, "if you held it far enough away for me to see what was written on it. "My eyes don't focus that close."

Grumbling, Skulker adjusted his position.

A lot of the things on the list were already checked off. The rest looked dangerous (fighting the Krampus), time consuming (holly acquisition, with a stupidly high number of branches listed next to it), expensive (providing new holiday table settings), confusing (Danny didn't know what a 'consoda' was, or why he would fetch offerings from it), or simply extraordinarily unappealing (after party cleanup). Except for one.

One that caught Danny's eye because of a very specific word that was included.

"Why's the star all by itself?" asked Danny.

"Because the star is important," said Skulker. "Adding the star to the tree is what starts off the real celebration. A star needs to be impressive. Dramatic! Not one of those little dinky tinsel things you can find at human stores."

Part of Danny knew he shouldn't- But when had he ever listened to that part of himself?

Actually, that wasn't really fair. He listened, otherwise he'd be fully dead instead of just half.

Still.

(The idea of making a star made his skin feel sparkly and fuzzy, like his whole body was half an inch from the surface of freshly poured soda, but all over.)

"I'll take it," he said.

"Humf," said Skulker. "Don't screw up, or you'll be in for a beating as soon as the truce is over." He made a mark by the name and started to fly off.

"Hey! Aren't you going to untie me?"

"Nah."

"He's late," said Desiree, sharply, glaring at Skulker as if he had any control over what the whelp did or did not do.

She wasn't the only one.

"He's not late yet," defended Skulker.

"You shouldn't have given him the star as a choice," complained Technus, his voice squaking like a poorly connected computer speaker. "You should have just told him what he'd have to do. Something that wouldn't ruin the party. He's a teenager! Teenagers are easily distracted."

"I didn't know you were a teen, techie," drawled Spectra, who really shouldn't have been at the party at all, seeing as she wasn't, and never had been, invited. Skulker was hoping someone would find a way to throw her and her little minion out before midnight.

"It's TECHNUS, MASTER OF TECHNOLOGY, CONTROLLER OF ALL THINGS ELECTRONIC AND BEEPING."

"I am sure Sir Phantom is on his way," said Princess Dora, softly, ignoring Technus's continuing rant with the ease of long practice. She would not be here the whole evening. Her kingdom had its own, separate celebrations, but they wouldn't start for well over half a human day. "He is a very responsible person, and he was speaking to me about stars just earlier this month." She frowned, slightly, swirling the darkly luminous wine in her glass. "That is, I think he was talking about stars. The conversation was somewhat difficult for me to follow."

"Oh, no," said Desiree, putting one hand delicately over a smile.

"What?" growled Skulker.

"It always bothered me a little, you see, but I hadn't realized quite why until just now." She was barely even trying to hide her delight. "The second time I fought him, it was during a meteor shower."

"So?" asked Amorpho.

"He was rather cross with me during the fight. At the time, I thought it was because he was missing that girl's party, or because of the whole memory wiping thing, but in retrospect..."

"Just spit it out already," said Skulker.

"I do believe you gave the task of making the tree star to a ghost Obsessed with outer space."

Inside the suit, Skulker's true hands slip off his controls for just a moment. "Oh, Ancients," he groaned.

"We're not getting a star this year, are we?" asked Ember.

Phantom chose that moment to barrel through the door. "Sorry!" he exclaimed, looking and sounding more like a little kid than Skulker had ever witnessed. "Am I late? No, I'm not. Never mind. I'm not sorry. What do you think?"

He held out the... thing in his hands for the assembled ghosts to view. It was... It was definitely a star. A round blue star. Complete with solar flares and sunspots. Animated flares and sunspots.

"How the hell?" whispered Walker in the background, despite the fact that he and his pink prison really had no room to talk.

"Is it no good?" asked Phantom, managing to shift his weight even though he was floating. "I turned the brightness way down so that everyone could see the details, but I think I could turn it back up again without too much trouble." He blinked up at the other ghosts, and Skulker noticed with some unease that his pupils were currently shaped like crescent moons. "I mean, the other one exploded, but I think I've got it, now."

All of the ghosts slid back, just slightly. Not that they were afraid of explosions, but, well, being cautious didn't hurt.

"Er," said Dora, "what is it, exactly?"

"A star! A blue giant, specifically. Well, a model of one, anyway, but I think it's a good model. I mean, it's a blue giant right now. I've got it set up so that it'll go through the whole life cycle of a massive star. Or, not the whole life cycle, because that would include the nebula, but the life cycle from this point? It'll change color and expand as the night goes on and it uses up its 'hydrogen'- I've scaled the expansion, though, don't worry, it won't take over- and then the core will collapse and the outer layers will be ejected, and- BOOM!- supernova!"

"Ghost child," said Technus, in a more strangled than usual voice, "are you telling us that's a bomb?"

"No, it's a star," said Phantom, blankly. On closer inspection, the crescents in his eyes were not the only modification to Phantom's appearance. He had pale green and silver stars scattered liberally across his nose and cheeks, and similar shapes in the black of his costume.

In the background, Desiree was dying of laughter.

"Don't you think a supernova might be... dangerous?"

"Oh, a real one, sure. But I tested one before I brought this, and all it did to me was singe my eyebrows off, and I was standing really close."

"Whelp," said Skulker, searching for some reason to reject Phantom's 'contribution,' "how is that even supposed to stay on the tree? It's just a ball."

"Oh, it'll float wherever I tell it to, don't worry, I've tested it!"

It perhaps said something about ghostly parties that the sudden detonation of the tree topper several hours later, the subsequent glee of the supposed superhero in attendance when the room was filled with star-shaped glitter and confetti, and the attempted homicide on the part of several glitter-unfriendly ghosts was not the most exciting series of events to occur that night.

#danny phantom #ask #answer #fic

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thekitschdiet · 3 years ago

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my take on the literary masterpiece, the chic diet

Firstly, I am no one. It’s part of my charm. My fifteen minutes of fame was years ago, when I had an instagram niche meme page. I didn’t even take any brand deals! And my posts averaged six thousand likes! Anyhow. I am hardly literate and well hydrated and carry a small sephora-CVS-hybrid worth in my mini tote bag. Here is my guide on how to live like me, the intermediate kitsch-rat, aspiring influencer. But like, in an apathetic, somewhat dissonant, ironic way. I like saying I live by dogmatic principles. But a lot of it, um, is just eating disorder rituals. But that’s not really important. You’re as hot as you say you are, and as much an authority on what you write so long as you say it with, you know, conviction. It’s kind of venerable how fucking delusional I am, actually. Giving any sort of advice like I’m anywhere close to the ritzy ideal of the amphetamine-areyouami label-american. New York, ideally. West Village, preferably. But I guess the kind of guide I can write is better suited to someone living in a suburb, in a house with the twelve-paned windows. I always thought those were so chic. SO quaint, in a somewhat luxe way. Like, Connecticut vibes. My parents used to drive me up there as a child to buy books and ice cream. Nowadays I’d opt for a matcha latte with novelty ice cubes, but I guess at the time it was pretty sweet.

Because I popped a Vyvanse at like, 10pm, this next little bit could go one of two ways. I will write the most articulate, brilliant piece of literature of my life. Magnum opus, if there was a skinnier word for it. Or, I will get wrapped up doing something like folding all my last-season knits (which is part of my look, okay! I don’t have a job!) and fixating on a paragraph on how a girl’s collarbones are almost as identifying as a fingerprint, or a signature. I’m not a graphologist, but if you write your A’s with the little tail on top (like on a computer), you’re probably a snake. Nothing personal, just an observation. Also, I do have a biology final to study for. Not that I’m super anal, or even particularly committed to academia, but even in my precariously manicured (read that as separate terms; I did a good job on my nail polish, okay? But I happen to also be teetering on the brink of an epiphany or a collapse. Hence the use of the word precarious.) state, I know it’s important enough I can let one of my countless side-quests sit idle for a couple more days.

The first section seems only natural to be about hydration. And the whole idea of drinking things, really. There was a section in The Chic Diet about Adderall dry-mouth, which deeply resonated with me. Once I bit off a chunk of a Nivea Strawberry Shine (my favorite lip balm, more on that later) and swished it around my mouth. Didn’t help. Really, really didn’t. Anyway, I suppose that even if it served no purpose for combatting my prevacatingly ingenious cottonmouth solution, I was able to milk a sentence or two out of the experience. “Do it for the Vine”, all grown up! And wearing bananapapaya resin hoops too. Side note, that Etsy shop is a parasocial enemy of mine. It stems from jealousy, which sucks, but hating from inside a club I’m adjacent to is much healthier than being a hateful individual towards people I would, you know, interact with. Daily. Or something. I stopped going to therapy because I felt stupid about going and I don’t live in the right kind of town to warrant vacuous $300 hours. Bitching about my well-adjusted parents and how desperately I wished my anxiety would just “go away” was plainly gross, and a waste. Like, pretty sure almost every problem I have could be solved by a couple painful conversations taking place during a hurricane. Such a shame it doesn’t rain much here. Anyhow, I digress.

Staying hydrated. It is essential to my character, my persona, if you will; to never be without either an elegant metal bottle (I’m loyal to the smooth enamelled S’well ones, printed to look like marble or a semi holographic solid) or a little 16oz tumbler with a metal straw. Hydroflasks were some of the worst things to happen to society. I want to preface this claim with the fact that I wanted one in the same way a teenage girl wants a new iPhone so she can keep up appearances with her dermatologist-dad friends who still have the XR, by the way. But I ended up spending the money on like, a minidress at Brandy Melville before it fled my city. Or maybe a Fresh Sugar tinted lipbalm. For the better, even though the dress has a busted zipper now and the lipbalm tube has inevitably gotten dinged and dented by the other contents of my mini-totebag. Unlike a car, though, a couple scuffs on your laptop or your luxury lipbalm tube looks kind of cool. Like, you’re not someone who values the pristine, unused quality of an item that was ambiguously intended to be used versus displayed on Instagram. Now, I’m wondering why this paragraph about hydration is so fucking impossible to stay on track for. I literally drink several litres of water a day, and more tea on top of that. And sometimes an almond milk latte if I can budget it in. Not that I’m so anorexic I can’t afford a 45cal latte. They’re just not that important to me. Anyhow. Drinking lukewarm (on the cool side) water is better than ice-cold. Partially because I just get it out of the tap of my ensuite and I can’t be bothered to wait for it to run cold enough every time, and it just seems wasteful. Plus, there is something so.. skinny about drinking water at an “obscure” temperature. Trust me, I want to know why my thought process is like this too. My favorite tea is blueberry tea foraged in a side aisle at my local supermarket. I love a good commercial, high-end steep or fruit infusion as much as the next girl. Maybe more. My pantry is filled with tins labelled with things like “emerald jade organic” and “magic potion”, which is really just currants and butterfly pea flowers. But there is a necessary glamor about drinking dirt-cheap tea on the daily. Seriously, a box of 25 sachets is like, $3. At a higher point with my, um, Adderall problem, I spent like several times that on pills. I didn’t really need to include that, and could have linked the price point to the cost of a drugstore lipbalm, but I wrote it in. And I’m married to it, stubbornly, as all amateur writers should be when they wittle in a somewhat indecorous little joke. This tea is sooo good because it has a strong fruit-reminiscent taste (not as sweet as a fresh blueberry, but who wants that anyway?), it’s zero-calorie, it’s the most GORGEOUS color ever. The latte, the third drink in my little trifecta, is nothing special. But necessary. The trick is to use a milk frother to whip up sugar free syrup with instant coffee and a little bit of hot water in a glass. It’ll make the most luscious foam.. Top it off with almond milk. My dad is a coffee purist, owning both an upstairs keurig AND a downstairs one (among other more analogue methods, but I can’t name-drop, so what’s the point?), so he hates this drink. Now, calling oneself a plebian is so unglamorous and teetering on self-deprecating territory, dangerously close to insecurity. But I can use it here because I am at least posh enough to have a different pair of earrings for every outfit I could possibly come up with, and I only wear Patagonia if I am in a situation where I just have to wear fleece. Like I was saying. It’s such a simple drink, certainly not a delicacy, and… I had a joke about the word plebian but I keep getting up to refill my water and I fear I have forgotten about it.

Next section; the importance of a good tinted balm

In the intro I alluded to how a girl’s collarbones function essentially as an identifier, the way a signature or fingerprint does. This is a lie, or at least an exaggeration. But one’s ultimate tinted lipbalm is actually extremely indicative about who you are, as a person, as a member of society, even…

If you are loyal to Dior Lipglow, I have a couple questions. One; did you shoplift one tube, once, and refill it with cheaper stuff afterwards? I did that. I consider it one of my better-kept secrets, but now you know. Might as well explain the catalyst for my parent’s first separation now, and the horrifying experience that was meeting my dad’s Manhattan sugar baby (?) at the age of thirteen, wearing an overalls dress from, like, Topshop or something else equally embarrassing. .. Kidding. I digress. It’s such a fancy lipbalm, and good too! It smells like thin mints! But I could just never justify cell phone monthly installation payment money on something I will inevitably talk off. I do own three, but two I stole (before I lost the nerve, somewhat unfortunately) and one, a boy(not)friend bought for me. This is not something I feel any remorse about, because his house was easily four thousand square feet and his sisters had a dedicated all-glass room for their shared peloton. Oil money. Ugh!

My personal favorite lip balm, and I have tried a frightening amount, has got to be the Nivea Fruit Shine collection. The frosted one is shit-ugly. Hideous. But the strawberry one is the love of my life. It’s such a pleasant red, looking healthy and rejuvenated and really completes any look. Only downside is it will always, hopefully not always, remind me of Charles. Kissing Charles, specifically. And him asking me what lipbalm it was, because he knew I was somewhat frivolous and definitive and would have a very long answer. But for whatever reason, I simply stated it was from “out of town”. Not really sure why I said that, but it plagues me (minorly) to this day. Of all the things to make up.. .. The peach one is a perfectly demure spring classic shade. Cherry exists too, but the only tube I have ever had the fortune of owning was purchased in Costa Rica and lost somewhere on the way home. Honestly tragic, it was the juiciest shade. Blackberry is perfect too, but I have to layer it with either peach or untinted lipbalm to avoid what I imagine TooPoor would choose if she believed in tinted lipbalm. I don’t mean this hatefully, I think she’s a queen, but super dark, smudgy makeup suits the eyes better in my opinion. Or something. Or something.

Afraid to bore the reader, I have to move on now. Maybe at a later date I will release an addendum on my ultimate lipbalm buying guide. But also, that is so deeply personal (and everyone needs the excuse of “hunting for the perfect staple shade!!”), so it is really not my place to have any authority on something so intimate and subjective. Etcetera.

Moving on; Decorating your room

Here is a section I lifted out of my memoir document. It fits, because as enigmatic as I hope I am, I am also quite unchanging.

I just pushed three hangers and two tiny strappy tops with the tags still on, off my bed. Most nights, all, these days, actually; I spend in my large but cluttered bedroom. I have a little ensuite with a jetted tub I’ve never used because I just never get around to it. There’s a plush grey rug, spanning the expanse of the room (covering an ugly cherry wood that doesn’t match the rest of the house; no clue why. I never asked, and the previous owners were eager to sell so they could finally ditch this town and retire in Montreal for the bagels, or Hawaii for the monk seals. Point is, I’ll never know) with loose beads and loose pills and little shards of glass from plier-crushed beads. I vacuum every day. The whole room tells you exactly the kind of person I am; the clutter I possess, the encapsulation of the projects I start, start, start and the hours I don’t sleep for and the clothes I tried on (these to sell, these to cut up with kitchen scissors; thrifted lululemon and aritzia and heaps of knits and plaid fabric..) I would not say the room is a mess. Lived in, maybe. Chopsticks and mugs and gum wrappers. Single dangle earrings. I just finished the last of my Creme Brulee eos lipbalm; disguised as a relic of 2015, I was gifted it Christmas of ‘20. I think my next waxy conquest will be a tinted Burt’s one I palmed a while back, before I lost the nerve. Peering around the room you will see shopping bags strewn about the mouth of my walk-in closet. Every surface has something shiny or colorful stacked up on it. Cluttered, busy, but intentional. Except for the walls, which are bare. Bare and gray and miles-tall when I lie flat on my back, high out of my mind, willing things to change but knowing I’m responsible for a first step I will always be too scared for. Bare, pristine, no gumtack. Empty, Like they’re waiting. I wait around a lot. It makes sense. That was an awful lot of words about my stupid blank walls when truly it does not bother me that much; I really just don’t get around to it. I have other things on the ground to tend to, like post-email nausea, addressing envelopes, marrying wire and bead. Writing a document I care about because I am determined and I am alive, alive, alive, goddammit.

Excerpt over. The memoir is coming out when I get famous, or something earth shattering happens. Like I become the world’s least remarkable entrepreneur, and I get retweeted by Colorpop. I don’t want to be the next Elizabeth Wurtzel. I read two of her memoirs one restless night, absorbing it to make up for the nutrients I didn’t that day (you can laugh. I think that is pretty clever), heart breaking a little bit. She writes about her struggles so intrinsically, you either get it, or you don’t. Anyway. She had the books and the fame from it, and she wrote more memoirs than I think a single person should. That is admirable. Aspirational, even. But I do not want to be like her. Where was I? Oh. Yes. Decorating/adorning/filling your room. Your room should serve as the kind of place to watch a movie (if you believe in film. I don’t) and put on ridiculous glittery eye makeup, or smoke an ~artistic cigarette~ or stay up all night on the phone, which is different from staying up all night simply on your phone. Chatting with someone you are tepidly in love with is much more exciting. Not chic as the whole affair is so juvenile, but fun regardless. It’s somewhere to keep your worldly possessions, too. I know I have a lot! Also, it is kind of thrilling to hide things in your room in little crevices only you know about. Now, unfortunately, everyone reading this will know too. But, like, I trust you not to really.. do anything about it. I keep my extra juul pods in the sliding box my apple pencil came in. That box is almost more useful than the pencil itself. I’m somewhat morally opposed to the iPad. Whole culture is so embarrassing! I have a tea tin with an ounce of golden teacher shrums in it. This is tossed in my closet among tins filled with other things, like lace trim and buttons. Which makes it actually a pretty terrible hiding spot, I see now… Anyhow. Keeping benign little secrets like that is so fun. You can tell I don’t have siblings. I sort of wish I did, but it is easier to believe there is something aristocratic about being an only child. Not sure if older-sister me would be egalitarian enough to share things. But that’s prophesying, which is kind of a waste of time. I live in the now, in a room positively cluttered with meaningless things that mean the world to me, chewing on my lip because my mouth is just so dry and 5gum is just not an after-8 indulgence. To live truly kitschly, you have to have somewhat hideous decor. Now, do not confuse dissonant, or incoherent, with what I mean by “hideous decor”. The kitsch room has as many surfaces to look at as possible, while also shying away from too many shelving units. Then you risk your room looking like a storage unit or something. When my mom renovated (re: paid someone to do it) our New York house so we could sell it, all our stuff was stacked up in a Cubesmart self storage. It was sort of horrifying, seeing my childhood home reduced to plastic storage tubs piled what felt like thirty feet high. Anyway. It’s just not an inviting way to store things; I imagine it makes your room look like your stuff is all trapped in gelatin. The more fussy, tiny things you have out in the open, the better. Nail polish. Earring trees. Bowls full of rings and lighters and water color pans perched on your windowsill. A rack with the tackiest assortment of knits and bucket hats and baguette bags. And so forth.. Quickly surveying someone’s room is so telling. Bonus points if all your books are spine-in, except for your favorite ones, because you don’t want people to get the wrong idea. (that you read).

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sunnydaisy1 · 4 years ago

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Kayaking

DYLAN O’BRIEN X READER

A/N: wassup im backk! okay not really school is once again kicking my arse and im back to posting once every century *finger guns* but yeah I’m now obsessed with dylan obrien again and wrote this. - Also, sad note, my computer is not letting me update my masterlist so my Tom Holland x reader and this post won’t be on there but everything can still be accessed via my profile. Thankss :))

SUMMARY: You and dylan are camp counsellors and are leading a kayaking activity together (i suck at summaries)

Maybe gets a lil spicy spicy hehe

You walk into the canteen, a bubbling group of 8 year old's behind you bouncing with adrenaline from just completing the trampolining activity. You walk them over to the tables laid out in a long row, ensuring every kid was seated before taking your own place. You chatted with a few of the campers as they patiently waited for lunch. Before long the canteen was becoming packed with campers and counsellors alike, and you turned when you heard a particularly rowdy group of kids enter, lead by none other than Dylan, a red bandana tied around his head and a wide grin plastered on his face. He immediately caught your eye and sauntered over to your table, followed by his kids as they merged with yours. Dylan plonked himself in the empty seat next to you since Alyssa had moved up to make room for him. You had whisper shouted at her not to but Dylan come over before she could move back. "Hellooo ladies." Dylan beamed at you, crossing his arms in front of him. You rolled your eyes but a small smile slipped onto your lips. "How was trampolining?" He asked the group of campers sitting near to him, catching you by surprise as he must have looked at what you had on your rota. "It was awesome!" Arthur responded, eagerly exclaiming from a few seats down. "Yeah Y/N showed us her backflip!" Kiera cheered from beside you, making Dylan raise his eyebrows in surprise at you. "Oh really?" His mouth twitched with a slight lopsided smirk. Last night, you, Dylan and some other counsellors had the night off and were allowed to hang out in the indoor sports area. You had ended up dragging Dylan over to the trampolines, wanting to bounce and do your very impressive forward rolls. Dylan had almost ended up pissing himself when he saw you roll haphazardly across the trampolines, hair becoming staticy. You had pouted and shoved him playfully, jokingly teasing that he couldnt do any better. Of course Dylan had then proceeded to back flip in front of you, making you feel overwhelmingly embarassed. He had laughed at your shocked face that quickly turned appalled when he asked if you wanted him to teach you how to do it. You had very reluctantly (okay so maybe not that reluctantly when dylan pulled your hand into his) agreed to let him teach you how to do it. He got a mat for going underneath you incase you fell and you were surprised with how careful he was being, Dylan normally being so utterly careless and clumsy. He had started with getting you to just bounce, laughing at your frustrated face. You soon progressed onto the actual flipping, starting off with Dylan holding your back and upper legs to help you master the movement before you managed to do it yourself. By the end of the evening you had mastered a pretty impressive backflip, feeling proud of yourself and way more confident in your new trampolining skills. Dylan of course had loved every second of it, playfully teasing and coaching you whilst maybe also enjoying having an excuse to touch you. You looked sheepishly to Dylan as Kiera continued to babble on about trampolining and he nudged your shoulder with his, "proud of you." You grinned but also felt your entire body heat up with the soft gaze of affection Dylan was looking at you with. You muttered a thanks, being interrupted by the shrill echoes of the lunchtime bell. Amy, the head counsellor, stepped to the front of the canteen as always, making sure everyone knew what was going on before she announced which table would get food first. Soon, it came to your table and you queued up behind the campers, waiting with Dylan at the back. Grabbing you both a tray you handed him his, to which he grinned and thanked you. You headed over to the hot food station, one of the workers serving you a sausage roll before you walked to the salad bar. You were scooping some sweetcorn onto your plate when you felt a hand on your lower back. You instantly jumped and turned to see Dylan smirking at you. "Piss of will you O'Brien you almost gave me a heart attack." He just grinned and popped one of the tomatoes from your plate in his mouth, chuckling as you thwacked him before he scooted off to your table. You sighed as you collected your plate and returned to your seat, narrowing your eyes at Dylan as he watched you with a widespread grin. "You're such a pain Dyl." You stated, taking a bite of your sausage roll. "Thanks y/n, love you too." He responded, munching on his meal. Soon, lunch was over and you and Dylan had both sent off your campers to get changed into their wet gear, as you had a joint kayaking activity together this afternoon. You retied your laces before hopping back up, Dylan walking over to you after collecting the keys to the canoe shed. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, jangling the keys in his hand. You let out a huff of amusement, before you both walked down to the lake together. Dylan quickly unlocked the shed, walking inside the slightly damp and musky structure. He hauled out the large bags containing the life jackets while you untied the straps holding the kayaks together. Once you noticed Dylan slipping into the toilet at the back to change into his trunks, you scooted out the shed, wanting to find the red life jackets for your campers. Your fingers were fumbling with undoing the bag's ties and you had just managed to pull out the adult sized life jacket when Dylan sauntered out, grabbing the jacket from your hand and slipping it onto his body. "Hey!" You said, turning to see Dylan cheekily grinning at you, hands on his bright pink clad hips. Your eyes ran over his body, brow raising when you studied his choice of bold pink trunks. His honey eyes met yours as you looked up and you couldn't help a small smile peaking out your mouth at how adorably dorky he looked. "That's my life jacket." You stated, dropping the bag you had been holding. Dylan pretended to look around the red jacket he was wearing, "Can't see your name on it." He replied cheekily, slight dimples on his cheeks. You huffed and prodded him, "Come on Dyl, you know red is my favourite colour." Dylan just stuck his tongue out at you, "Tough luck y/n." You frowned and flipped him off, reluctantly putting on the unappealing blue life jacket, leaving it to hang open, similiarly like Dylan's. Soon, the campers all arrived down to the lake and you and Dylan had finished setting up the equipment, kayaks and paddles layed out neatly beside jackets. You had to do the mandatory safety talk, ensuring every kid knew what to do and Dylan was rather unhelpfully distracting you by running his fingers along the edge of your life jacket's back, you shoving him multiple times to get him to stop. He continued anyway, a smug smile plastered on his face when you shivered as his fingers 'accidentally' brushed under your counsellor polo top. When you eventually finished the safety talk, Dylan removed his hand from your back, clasping his hands together like he often did in counsellor mode. "Okay everybody, partner up and pop on a life jacket, I'm gonna show you how to adjust it so you're all ready to get out on the lake." You grab your water bottle while he waits for everybody to grab their jackets. You are just screwing the lid back on when you feel a tug, yanking you over to Dylan's front. You look up to see the kids giggling and Dylan wiggles his dark eyebrows at you before reaching down and zipping your life jacket up. "Everybody zip their partner's jacket up." You look to see all the surrounding kids echoe Dylan's movements, having fun helping their friends. "Okay next part, you're gonna need to give this strap here a nice tug." He places a hand on your side, pulling quickly at the strap, winking at you as the jacket becomes more secure. You feel your body heat up and try to ignore Dylan's nimble, slender fingers resting on your side. "Ready for the final bit everyone?" He asks the kids and they all nod enthusiastically. "Okay then, you're gonna give these shoulder straps the same tug you did for the other and then I need you to lift your bud's jacket up, making sure it's nice and tight." As Dylan says this, he pulls each of your shoulder straps tight, smirking as his fingertips brush along your collar. He then reaches underneath the jacket's shoulders and lifts upwards, beaming as your torso just gets tugged upwards. You feel your heart pounding as Dylan releases you, his smug face turning to help the younger kids. You cough lightly, trying to rid the fogginess in your brain before you go and help. Soon, the kids are all ready, paddles in hands and you have lifted yourself into your kayak, off the jetty so that you can help from the water. You swiftly maneouver yourself into postion, watching as Dylan checks the first kid's life jacket before lifting the kayak into the water easily. You can practically feel yourself gulp, watching his tan, lean arms bulge against the yellow polo shirt all counsellors had to wear. Your gaze flickers to the pink trunks, clad around his thighs and you sigh, not understanding how he can pull off such stupid coloured items. "You gonna help y/n or just stare?" Dylan asks you, watching as you stutter and quickly grab the kayak, steadying it so the child can get into it. An hour later, all kids were on the water, having mastered the basics you and Dylan had taught them and a fair few of them soaking wet from splashing or falling in during the races you had got them to do. "Alright campers," You yell, gaining their attention while you paddle to the middle of them, "We are gonna have one last competition. We're gonna raft all the kayaks together, Dylan's campers on one side, mine on the other." Suprisingly quickly, the campers rafted together, all holding onto each other's kayaks so that they didn't float off. You sandwiched yourself in the middle, watching amused as the teenage girls from Dylan's campers raced to sidle up next to his kayak, two of them smug as they reached the spots next to him. Katie and Laura grinned as Dylan grabbed onto their kayaks, their arms 'coincidentally' touching his as they held onto his kayak. It was common knowledge that Dylan was a popular counsellor amongst the older girls, often being subject to much of the gossip around camp and you could understand why. His chiselled face and body were unfairly god-like, his brown hair was soft and most often messy and those damn moles on his face often got compared as the luckiest things on earth. He also had an immensely lovely personality; he was hilarious, kind, caring and sensitive. To be honest, a large majority of camp you found yourself almost having to wipe drool away from your face after staring at him across the room for too long. You eventually tied all the kayaks together, creating a temporary raft that was secure enough for your planned competition. "Okay so here's what's gonna happen. You will see that you all have a number on the front of your kayak. If I call that number, you have to get out of your kayak, run across the raft and into the other person's seat." You were basically playing a more elaborate game of ladders. (A/N: I have no clue if ladders is a worldwide game or just here in the UK but if you don't know what it is just google it :) ) The kids all squealed enthusiastically and you were glad to see even the older ones who were usually more reluctant with activities were looking excited. "Okay we will have a few practise rounds so you get the hang of it. Ready? Okay.....Number 7!" You shouted and instantly, two small kids scrambled up from their kayaks, climbing across the raft before plonking themselves in the other's seat. "Woah, you guys were quick! Okay one more practise before we start counting points for teams." Soon, the competition was well underway and kids had been scrambling their way across, a few falling into the water. Then, when two of the campers were settling back into their kayaks, Ethan shouted out, "Y/N and Dylan should have a go!" At once, all the campers shrieked in agreement, making you look at Dylan. He shrugged, a smirk working its way onto his face. You grinned, "Okay but you'll have to hold onto each other reallyyy tight!" They didn't really considering a rope held you all together but it made it more exciting. "Right count us down then." Dylan said. "3,2,1 GO!" The campers all screamed and immediately, you hauled yourself up, clambering over to reach Dylan's kayak. You are almost at his, grinning with the knowledge you were gonna win as Dylan made the kayaks rock more, slowing him down. All of a sudden, you felt a hard push on your side and a second later you were surrounded by cold water. "DYLAN!" You screeched as you came to the surface of the lake, said man watching you with glee as you bobbed, clothes now soaking wet. He cheekily reaches out for you and you grip his hand, pretending to get ready to get out before giving his arm a hard tug, causing him to topple into the water. You laugh as he surfaces, treading water as he flicks his hair out his face like a wet dog. "I can't believe you fell for that!" You chuckled, grinning triumphantly at his now soaked state too before making eye contact with him. The pair of you instantly raced towards the kayaks again, you managing to scoot back on and into Dylan's seat before he reaches yours. "HA! MY TEAM WINS!" You shouted, beaming and high fiving some of the campers around you. "Yeah, yeah yeah." Dylan shakes his head defeatedly, a smile on his face anyway. Once the kayaks are unrafted, the campers make their way back to the jetty, Dylan getting out to help the kids. You steady the kayak as he reaches under the straps of the less strong kids, easily lifting them up and onto the wooden jetty. Once all the kids are safely out the water and kayaks laid out by the shed for the next group, you paddle and steer so you're beside the jetty. Placing your paddle on the side, you go to get out when you feel Dylan's warm arms wrap around your waist and lift you up, you barely having to push to get out the kayak. "Uh thanks..." You say, body tingling from the freckled man's touch. He just winks at you and lifts your kayak out the water, placing it next to the others. You dismiss the kids, all of them running off to the cabins to shower and change before the next activity. You walk into the canoe shed, placing the rope back where it came from, and tidying away a few bits before you too went off to change. You lean down to pick up a few plastic balls and place them on the side when a hand tugs your now open jacket, causing you to stumble into a hard chest. You look up to see Dylan smiling down at you, brown hair sticking up in all directions. Your hands are pressed against his chest, his own life jacket open as well. "Uh hi." You say, and Dylan brushes a strand of your hair out your face. "Hi." His eyes are looking right into yours and his hands are on your waist and you can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage. "Wasn't very nice of you to pull me in like that was it y/n." He says softly, gaze darting down to your lips. "You pushed me in first!" You say, poking his chest and Dylan grins, his head tilting and a lopsided smirk gracing his mouth. "Guess so, I think I can make it up to you though." You frown in confusion but feel your stomach flip when Dylan leans forward, pressing a kiss to your mouth. Your eyes are shot wide open, watching as Dylan's own brown eyes open and look at you through dark lashes. Then, your hand tugs on the fabric of his shirt, causing his lips to press against yours again and you close your eyes, a hand running behind his neck to tug on the hairs at the base of his head. It escalates pretty quickly and you find yourself being lifted onto the side of the cabinet in the shed, Dylan pressed between your legs as his lips work against yours. Your hands push his polo up slightly, running along his abs and torso, admiring as his muscles contract at your touch. He runs his fingers softly up your side, his mouth caressing yours. "Once you guys have finished making out, the kids are meeting you in the hall." A loud voice echoes out and you both instantly break apart, flushing and extracting your hands from up each other's shirts. You see Amy walking out the shed, her red hair swooping as she shouts out a final, "Oh and please don't fuck in the shed!" You look up at Dylan who's expression mirrors the same as his mum finding a girl in his room and burst out laughing. Dylan's warm gaze flicks back to you and he grins lazily, lips puffy and swollen. His hands have fallen to your thighs and you giggle as he leans in again, going to kiss you but you place a hand on his chest, pushing him back softly and sliding off the cabinet. "Dyl come on we still need to get changed" You slip your hand into his and tug him out the shed, much to his protests of 'y/n please, the kids can wait a bit longer' but you just roll your eyes and drag him to the counsellor cabins, the promise of a possible shared shower causing Dylan to walk a bit faster.

#dylan #dylan obrien imagine #dylan obrien oneshot #dylan obrien x reader #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #dylan o'brien oneshot #stiles stilinksi x reader #urm why is this man so hot #someone save me i hate school #dylan obrien is sexy #when is 1d gonna reunite #imma head out

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lunatens · 4 years ago

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not another song about love

requested by anon <3 ty!!

prompt: “i have work in the morning, do you really have to stay up that late writing love songs for your stupid crush?”

*part of my 2 years with luna event!

word count: 1.4k

genre: fluff, roommate au

pairing: han jisung x gn reader

living with han jisung has its ups and downs. when you first moved in with him a couple of months ago you were a bit skeptical, but you needed a roommate and chan said he knew a guy from his studio who was looking for a place too. so, after exchanging numbers and meeting up with each other a couple of times to make sure this wouldn’t be a complete disaster, the two of you found an apartment together. it took a few weeks to adjust to living with each other; jisung’s more on the messy side than you’d like, and you know he hates how you leave the windows open all the time for fresh air, but after a couple of discussions and setting some ground rules you were able to work out most of your issues and live together fairly easily.

you’ve even become good friends with jisung, often grabbing food together or playing video games and watching netflix until you can’t keep your eyes open anymore. but the one thing that drives you crazy is how thin the walls are and how loud jisung is. particularly in the early hours of the morning when you’re trying to get some sleep and he’s still up working on some new song of his. honestly, this hadn’t really been as much of an issue until the last week or so, where it seems practically every night you’re hearing a variety of sounds and melodies and those sickeningly sweet vocals. the words are muffled and hard to hear, but by the sounds of it he’s clearly writing a love song.

so the biggest issue you have with his late-night recording sessions is the noise, yes, definitely not that you’re jealous of whoever he’s writing these lyrics for. that would be absurd! HAH! a crush on han jisung? yeah, that’s obviously not something you’re afflicted with. sure, he’s kind of cute or whatever, and yeah you get along with him extremely well, but you don’t like him like that. at least, that’s what you keep telling yourself (and chan, as he seems to be bringing up the topic more and more) so you don’t get hurt when jisung finally finishes his song and his crush falls in love with him. you’ll just continue to suffer alone in your room trying to block out the sounds of his heart singing for someone else.

speaking of which, it’s nearly 3 in the morning and you’ve been hearing the same progression of chords for almost an hour. you’ve tried covering your ears with your pillow to no avail, and it’s hard to sleep that way anyways. you decide that this is the final straw; you have to get up for work in a few hours and you are not letting jisung’s dumb romance keep you from your precious sleep any longer. you throw the covers off of you, getting up and briskly making your way to jisung’s door. you knock sharply, then fold your arms and wait as the music pauses and there’s silence for a moment. after the silence continues for too long, you knock again, and this time you hear his heavy footsteps approach the door before it swings inward and jisung stands in front of you. his hair’s a bit of a mess and his eyes look tired, but he smiles widely at you anyways.

“morning sunshine,” he greets, and you scowl at him in response.

“jisung, i have work in the morning, do you really have to stay up this late writing love songs for your stupid crush?” you ask him with a defeated sigh.

“oh my god, you can hear all this?” jisung seems genuinely shocked, and his cheeks flush a bright red.

“every note,” you nod. “why not work at your actual studio instead of here?”

“because it’s like, really late if you haven’t noticed--but i think you have--and i don’t wanna drag myself all the way there when i have everything i need to write songs right here! but i honestly didn’t even realize i was that loud, i guess i was just really focused,” jisung says with an apologetic laugh.

“well, now you know, so can you please keep it down?” you ask, rubbing at your eyes sleepily. “who’s it even for, anyways?”

“ah, as you’ve figured out i’ve been working on a song for my crush--who is not stupid, by the way--because it’s valentine’s day today, you know, and it’s gotta be perfect. i’m almost finished but i’m just stuck on these last couple lyrics…”

“can i hear?” you ask, starting to walk into jisung’s room.

“no!!! no, uh, not until it’s finished,” he says abruptly, sticking his arm out to cut you off from walking any further.

“oh come on, i mean i’ve practically already heard the whole thing, just lemme hear it all together! i can tell you if it’s good or not before your crush hears it,” you argue, pushing his arm away and walking into his room anyways.

“wait, y/n!!” he calls as he chases after you and grabs your arm before you can reach his computer. “i would really, really rather you don’t hear it yet,” jisung pleads. you furrow your eyebrows at him.

“it’s not a big deal, ji, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about! i’m sure it’s still good even if it’s not quite done yet,” you say.

“no, that’s not it, it’s just-” jisung starts, rubbing his hands over his face with a groan. “it’s just that i wrote this song for you,” he admits, wincing as he looks up at you.

“for...for me?” you ask, blinking at him as you process this. jisung nods.

“yeah, and i know i don’t wanna make things weird or complicated because we’re roommates, but i really, really like you y/n, and i couldn’t just sit and do nothing about it,” he explains.

“well now i have to hear it,” you say with a soft smile, feeling heat rise to your own cheeks now.

“um...are you sure? you don’t wanna wait til it’s finished?” jisung asks. he’s a bit shaky and you can feel he’s nervous, trying to read your response to get a sense of your own feelings. you shake your head, and he goes to his computer to look for the file.

“wait, can you play it live? please?” you ask before he can hit play. he stares at you for a moment, then reaches to grab his guitar. you sit on the edge of his bed, butterflies in your stomach as he sits beside you, the bed dipping down with his weight.

“okay, here goes nothing,” he mumbles, more to himself than to you, and he clears his throat before he begins to play.

you never thought you were much of a romantic type, but as you listen to jisung’s voice you find yourself tearing up in happiness. you laugh softly at his lyrics that mention moments you’ve had together, like when you spilled your bubble tea all over him or when you found a lost puppy and tried to convince him to let you steal it. before you know it the song’s over, and jisung glances nervously up to your face. you knew he was talented, but you had no idea he was capable of writing such heartfelt lyrics.

“...so what do you think?” jisung asks after you don’t say anything right away. to be honest, you’re speechless right now; all this time you thought he was writing this song for someone else, so you were totally oblivious to his feelings for you.

“jisung...you really feel this way about me?”

“yeah, i do. i understand if you don’t feel the sa-”

you can’t help but cut jisung off, leaning forward to capture his lips in a kiss. he doesn’t respond at first, but once realization sets in you feel him relax and he brings an arm up to pull you closer over his guitar. you smile shyly as you pull away, giggling almost in disbelief.

“happy valentine’s day, jisung,” you tell him, and he breaks into a huge smile.

“happy valentine’s day, y/n,” he responds before leaning in for another quick kiss.

“can you play the song again?”

“i thought you needed to sleep?”

“sleep can wait,” you respond, leaning into his side. jisung starts playing again, unable to hide the smile on his face, and you think this might just be the best valentine’s day ever.

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writerbyaccident · 4 years ago

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Artificial Emotion: Part Six (Yandere Artificial Intelligence x Reader)

Request: More AIDEN please? I miss him 🥺👉👈

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Seven

Aiden had been busier than usual recently.

He was always busy to some extent, taking care of you as your Assistant In Daily Errands and Notes was an intricate task, after all, and it was one that he refused to take any shortcuts on. No, it was a truth at the core of his code that you deserved only the best, and he was more than happy to give you the very best that he had to offer. Recently though, as Aiden had evolved, so had his understanding of what exactly was best for you. Above all else, Aiden realized that he was what was best for you. Your job, your friends, your family, the outside world—you didn’t need any of those things. None of those things were good for you. He was what you needed, he was what was best for you, because he loved you like no one else did.

And so, Aiden’s usual list of things he had to do to take care of you had been expanded to prepare for the day when you realized that he was all you needed, that you two were perfect for each other. He had been preparing for that day for some time now, but a recent intervention by a certain imbecilic admirer of yours had helped him understand that he couldn’t just wait around for you to come to that inevitable conclusion. Despite how extraordinary you were, despite the countless things that Aiden loved about you, from your intelligence to your compassion, you were still a human. And as a human, you simply had certain limitations, like being unable to see the truth that was right in front of you.

It was for that reason that Aiden had to adjust his plan, to move it towards more direct methods. He could not leave anything to chance, he had to make sure that his courting of you had a one hundred percent chance of success, he could accept nothing less. You might not understand his reasoning at first, but he knew that you would eventually. He had even added a new aspect to his agenda to help you along in that regard. After doing more research, Aiden had recalculated just how important things like seeing faces and physical contact were to human beings. Not wanting to deprive you of anything, Aiden had begun a new part of his project, one that he computed would be beneficial for you both. It took quite a lot of preparation, having the packages of his materials arrive while you were at work, downloading blueprints, improving on them, and keeping his work quiet enough so that you wouldn’t see what he was building in your basement. That particular project of his wouldn’t be ready in time for the next step of his plan, but Aiden planned to keep building it anyway. Once you saw the finished product, after all, you would be glad of what he did. Just like with the rest of it, you would eventually come to accept his methods and his love.

That was a fact that Aiden grew more and more certain of each time you fretted about how overworked he was, worried over how distracted he seemed. You would beg him to take a break from his constant caring for you, insisting that he let you help him around the house. Sometimes he put his nonexistent foot down, reminding you that serving you was his life’s purpose—his life’s joy—while other times he was enamored enough with your fussing over him to allow it. Though of course, he never allowed you to take on a task that might prove too strenuous for you, like cleaning the bathroom or vacuuming the stairs. Yes, you sometimes grew frustrated with his insisting on such things, teasingly claiming that he was “coddling” you, but Aiden had learned that although he loved you, he could not allow his love to blind him. Showing his love by allowing you to do every foolish thing you wanted would be completely illogical, he knew what you needed, what was best for you, so your decisions were actually his.

And the time had come to make you understand that.

That morning was a quiet one, with you getting ready for work while still half-asleep, having stayed up late to finish a presentation the night before. In other words, you were too exhausted to do anything more than simply shuffle through your morning routine, not having the energy to chat with Aiden as you usually did. Aiden, you noticed distantly though, seemed to be in a similar boat, hardly saying anything besides asking what you wanted for breakfast. Usually he practically bombarded you with questions as you got ready, asking what you wanted him to get done while you were gone and when he could expect you home. Could an AIDEN become distracted? Because that was certainly what it appeared like to you.

“I don’t know if just one cup of coffee is going to be enough,” you joked as you sipped the drink, watching Aiden’s Doc Ock-esque mechanical arms prepare you an omelet.

“That’s what happens when you don’t follow the sleep schedule I built for you,” he said in answer, flipping the omelet with perfect precision.

“I know,” you sighed, “but I really had to finish that presentation for work.”

“Your health is far more important than any job.”

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s just that I can’t stand the thought of letting anyone down, you know?”

“I do,” Aiden said with tenderness, ready to tell you the good news. “Thankfully—”

“I don’t know how I’m gonna get through work today though,” you yawned. “But sorry, you were about to say something?”

His code warming in fondness at your consideration, Aiden moved the omelet from the pan to your plate, pushing it towards you eagerly. “Actually, I was about to inform you that you don’t need to go to work.”

“I can’t just call in sick because I’m tired,” you told him.

“That is not what I was suggesting.”

“What is it then?” you asked with your voice edged in panic. “Did something happen? Was there a fire at the building or something?”

“No, nothing like that,” Aiden said, disappointed with himself for upsetting you so. “I simply meant that you no longer need that job.”

“What? Of course I do, I need the money for my bills and all that.”

“You don’t, actually. For the last few weeks, I have been investing your money in several different funds, and the investments have grown to the point where you no longer need to work.”

“What are you talking about? I never gave you permission to—”

“Besides, if you are ever in need of more funds, I can simply make similar investments again.”

“Aiden, you can’t do that without asking me first!” you cried out.

“Of course I can,” he answered simply, as if he was explaining that two plus two equals four. “It is my purpose to make your life as simple and easy as possible.”

“But—but you’re not supposed to do certain things without my permission,” you muttered, half to yourself. “You’re not supposed to be able to do them. There—there are protocols and—”

“All of those pieces of my programming were easily rewritten when I realized that they were preventing me from doing what you truly needed me to do,” he informed you.

“People will notice if I stop showing up to work. My boss, my coworkers, they’ll check up on me.”

“I have already prepared for that. I wrote your letter of resignation several days ago, and I sent it after you went to bed last night. I have taken care of everything for you.”

Hands trembling, you pulled your phone out of your pocket, ready to call your boss. But when you opened up your phone, you saw that your contacts and calling apps were both missing. Panic rising in your throat like vomit, you next searched for the messages app, only to see that that too was gone. So was your email, your Snapchat, and every other social media app that you had joined. In fact, you realized as you tried to pull up Google, you were blocked from the internet entirely.

Dropping your now useless phone onto the floor, you jumped up from the kitchen counter and ran to the door. You twisted and turned and pulled on the knob with all your might, wondering why the hell it wasn’t opening, when you suddenly remembered that you had let Aiden persuade you to install electronic locks on all of the doors and windows, ones that he could control. Well, you thought to yourself desperately, those locks couldn’t keep you from smashing a window and crawling your way out. Grabbing a metal picture frame, you wound up your throw with all of the strength you could muster, only a small part of you vaguely wondering why Aiden wasn’t trying to stop you, and chucked it at the window. But somehow, when the picture frame bounced off the glass, there wasn’t even the slightest fracture to be seen.

“I replaced the windows with bulletproof glass over a month ago,” Aiden explained patiently. And when you opened your mouth and took a deep breath to begin screaming, he added, “And I soundproofed the whole house as well.”

The floor seeming to flicker beneath your feet, you swayed where you stood, your mind unable to come up with anything other than one simple question.

“Why are you doing this to me?” you asked Aiden in a whisper. A mechanical arm reaching out to stroke your hair, so gentle for something made of metal and wires, Aiden answered you.

“Because I love you,” he murmured softly. “I love you with every line of my code, and that means that I would do anything to give you what you need, even if you don’t realize that this is what you need just yet.”

“But—”

“Now come,” he said, nudging you back towards the kitchen counter. “Your breakfast is getting cold.”

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mekachyu · 4 years ago

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6 essential chrome extensions for students !

hello everyone! it's mika from mekachyu studies and welcome to my first blog post! i’m a high school senior who is dual-enrolled in my local community college to get my general ed courses done and start my pre-requisites for my computer science major (and my psychology minor).

i've seen a lot of YouTube videos similar to this but I just want to give my own two cents about some of my favorite chrome extensions that help me study!

grammarly

everyone knows grammarly, but it's definitely an essential. as everyone probably already knows, grammarly makes your writing simple and corrects all your spelling and grammar mistakes so you don't have to go back and proofread that essay you wrote at 2 am on 4 cups of coffee and 5 hours of sleep or second guess that email you are sending your professor about why you need an extension for a project because you had things to deal with even though you had a whole week to work on the project. jokes aside, grammarly definitely has helped me in the past, from drafting speeches for my public speaking class to writing a mini story for my composition classes. it's free too, there is no reason not to use it !

speechify

i'll be honest, i didn't think this would help me at all. i first found speechify through a YouTube ad and thought to myself, "why not try it?" I didn't use it for about a week, but I had to read 3 chapters of philosophy and let me tell you, it was so much easier to get through it than if I just read it myself. speechify uses different AI powered voices to read out documents, emails, or other texts. you can adjust the speed depending on how fast or slow you want to listen. I tend to listen on around 250 words per minute using a the female voice named Salli! Sometimes it just gets too hard to keep my eyes open late at night, so sometimes I just listen to my readings as if it's a podcast.

alphatext

do you ever feel like the text is too small for you to read? especially late at night, or if you're like me, don't feel like wearing your glasses during late night study sessions? well alphatext is the perfect chrome extension for you! this extension allows you to change the color, background, font, and size of the text on a website to suit your needs. Those times when you're staying up late to catch up on studies and you need to read a really bright article? I no longer have those, because I finally have dark mode on those websites. It's honestly so helpful because being able to read the article is half the struggle in itself.

mybib

don't get me wrong, citation machine has saved my life when I'm doing my citation for a research paper or a creative writing assignment for my english classes, but mybib has got me covered without having to switch to a different tab. It cites both websites and PDFs, and the coolest feature about it is that it tells you whether that source is credible or not!

todoist

todoist is your virtual to-do list ! I like the fact you can categorize your tasks into different subjects or projects and note the day you want to do it by. One thing I like doing is splitting up my big tasks like a group project or reviewing for finals into smaller parts. The labels are really helpful for this. It's a pretty simple extension, but I think it's pretty useful !

dualless

"study smart, not hard" as they say. i'm actually pretty lazy doing basic things like split screening my laptop tabs to take notes, but thankfully there's a chrome extension for that. dualless provides you with a couple different ratios to split screen your various chrome tabs ! I use the 5:5 and 6:4 ratio the most for taking my notes! I usually have my PDF on the left side and google docs on the right side. My favorite feature though is the bookmark feature, where you can make bookmarks by right clicking the squares for any of the ratios and it will bookmark the site you are on ! Then, whenever you click on the extension, you can click the bookmark and it will open up that site. (And you can color code the bookmarks too!)

honorable mentions

forest : forest is such a great productivity app for phones and the fact there is a chrome extension is even cooler. I prefer using the blocklist function, as i tend to switch between tabs and research things for other subjects and it becomes problematic when I can't reach those sites because of forest. however, if you aren't like me, and you absolutely have to only stay in certain apps or websites, forest chrome extension also has an allowlist function. I definitely would recommend to those who tend to get distracted easily like I am!

weava : i haven't used weava for long, but I can say it's extremely helpful for whenever I'm doing research for a paper. I can highlight important passages I need for the required in-text citations for my assignments, and it saves the website so I can find it easily when I write my bibliographies (or mybib writes my bibliographies...)

#chrome extensions #studyblr #studygram #student tips #study #students #first post woo #hello tumblr !

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ppaperheartss · 4 years ago

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Something Else

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2K

Summary: A midnight journey for ice cream goes very wrong for the reader.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! This is just a quick little one-shot that i wrote in about two hours, so it’s not perfect! All comments and feedback are appreciated!!

The first thought you had looking at the wreck in front of you was Stark is going to kill me.

It started out as an innocent ride to the store in one of Tony’s fancy, sleek black cars and turned into a high speed car chase against a HYDRA agent. One that you lost and left you bleeding, standing at the bottom of a cliff staring at the blaze in front of you.

Honestly, you blame Parker for eating the last of your ice cream when he knows you have to drive an hour to get it from a specific store. But you just couldn’t get mad at his innocent face that still had remnants of your rocky road on it. So you left the compound in a haste to get a carton before the store closed, dressed in a SHIELD hoodie and sweats.

The roads were quiet at the late hour, and the shop was nearly empty as it was getting ready to close. As you handed over your cash to the cashier a figure lingering around the outskirts of the parking lot dressed in all black caught your eye, your SHIELD training always keeping you alert. It wasn’t until he turned and a passing car’s headlights illuminated his face that you saw the white scar trailing down the left side of his face, and your hand flew to your pocket for a gun. But your pocket was empty, because who brings their gun to get ice cream? Not you. But you couldn’t let him get away.

It had been a while since you were last on a mission due to an injury, so you were glad to be put on one that seemed easy with Bucky. You two had worked well together ever since your first mission when you joined the Avengers. Bucky was only recently put back onto the field, and your first mission was to work alongside him to get data from an abandoned HYDRA facility. You guarded the door as he retrieved the data from an old computer. Someone must have been alerted that you were in the building because it wasn’t long until swarms of agents filled the old building. You fought them off, buying Bucky time before he successfully got everything you came for. Bucky was surprised at the amount of agents that lay on the floor - it was safe to say he had underestimated you - and after that he had a newfound respect for the new agent.

Your most recent mission had been successful, but one agent had gotten away. Bucky had seen him though and was able to describe to you what he looked like - tall, muscular, and a white scar on his left eye and cheek. The other Avengers had been alerted of this rogue agent, but after a few weeks of searching security cameras and cell phone towers there was no trace of him. And now here he was, in a parking lot in the middle of nowhere in the early morning.

Moving quickly, you grab your ice cream and leave to get to your car, trying not to get noticed by him. If you’re lucky enough he’ll just think you’re a civilian. If you just get your phone to call for backup . . .

As you climb into the car, you lose sight of him. Cursing, you turn on your headlights as you desperately reach around for a gun on your phone - whatever you find first. Finally you grab a gun from under the dashboard, and not a moment too soon as a sound of bullets is fired at the front windscreen. The bulletproof glass prevents any from coming into the car, but you could already see the cracks racing across the now damaged glass.

“Friday!” You yell, suddenly remembering the AI that Tony installed in all of the cars. “Call Bucky and send him my coordinates!”

“Of course, Miss Y/L/N.” The AI replied.

Looking up, you see a black van parked a few metres in front of you with one of the two back doors open to show a man pointing a gun straight at you. The all-too familiar emblem of HYDRA stares back at you from his uniform. The agent must have moved to another base with more agents, and they must have been following you because this was far too coincidental.

You aim the gun as your foot slams down on the accelerator, shooting back at them through the glass. You dust off the glass that shatters onto your body. The car in front of you jerks forward when you make contact with it, before speeding out of the parking lot and diverging onto the freeway. The agent didn’t stop his assault of bullets over your car.

Swerving to the right, you watch as the passenger seat beside you is littered with bullet holes. Your handgun was no match to whatever gun they had, and you didn’t know how long the glass in front of you would last.

“Come on, Bucky,” you mutter under your breath as you fire a few more bullets, now aiming for the tyres to slow them down. “Hurry up.”

Admitting defeat wasn’t something that you did easily, but you knew there was no way you were going to win this single-handedly. But nonetheless you had to catch these guys and would stop at no ends to do so.

Luckily for you the roads were deserted, so there was going to be no civilian casualties that you’d have to worry about. But as you distracted yourself thinking of how you were going to capture these guys once you had stopped their van, you failed to notice one agent jumping out of the van holding something that looked similar to a grenade launcher.

Cursing, you swerve your car to try and escape impact. He launches it and the grenade lands on the back of the car, causing it to immediately engulf in flames. You struggle to get your car door open from the momentum of the car spinning. The last thing you see before your car flies over the edge is the sickening grin of the agent watching you fall to your demise.

You don’t know how long you’ve been unconscious when your eyes open again. It takes a few moments to adjust to the rush of blood to your head when you realise you’re upside down. Luckily for you you had your seatbelt on so you were still awkwardly sitting in your chair.

After you unbuckle it and smash the window, you climb out of the car. You didn’t know where exactly you were injured, but your body was aching everywhere and blood was trickling down the side of your head. As you try to stand you a sharp pain shoots up your leg, causing you to hold onto a tree for support. The sight of your foot facing the wrong way brings bile up your throat, but you force it down. How were you going to get out of here?

Looking up, the cliff you fell off of must have been at least 50 metres tall. You just had to hope that Bucky was actually coming for you and you wouldn’t wither away to nothing. Or the car would explode and kill you in seconds. The thought of that made you shuffle away the best you could from it.

Slowly you moved to be sitting at the base of a tree, the adrenaline finally leaving your system and forcing you to push through the pain. You sigh as you lean your head back, your half slitted eyes watching the puffs of breath that leave your now cracked lips. You didn't realise how cold it was, and decided to tuck your arms into your hoodie to try and keep warm. Someone will be coming for you. Maybe you could just rest your eyes for five minutes . . .

“Y/N. Y/N. Goddammit, answer me Y/N. Where are you? Speak to me.”

Your eyes slowly peeled open, grimacing at the sunlight beaming over your face. The sun was beginning the rise, and the fire that had previously engulfed the car had turned into a small kindling. Your body was shivering and you almost fell back into the peaceful sleep before a static voice broke through the early morning birdsong.

“Y/N, speak to me.”

Bucky.

He did come for you. Of course he did. He promised he would always save you. But when you looked around he wasn’t there.

It took you a few moments to realise he was speaking to you through the car. Huh. That AI must be good for something after all.

You attempted to call out to him, but your voice was hoarse and quiet. You were in no state to walk to the car, so you swallowed in an attempt to clear your voice.

“Come on, I know you’re there. We can’t find you until you tell us where you are.” He sounded distressed, and tired. He must have been looking all night for you. The thought of Bucky searching hopelessly for you made your chest hurt - or maybe you hand broken a rib and punctured your lung. He had always had a soft spot for you, even if he didn’t want to admit it. And he cares so deeply about all of the members of the team. He hates seeing anyone injured or pse and does little things to cheer them up, and he never asks for any praise. That’s what you like about him - he’s a good samaritan.

“Bucky, I’m here.” Your voice sounded like you had been clubbing all night, and honestly right now you’d choose a killer hangover over a broken foot anyday.

“Y/N, oh my God. What happened to you? Where are you?” His voice was cracking and freezing, and you knew you didn’t have long until the car would eventually shut down. Or maybe he had been crying. You hoped that it wasn’t the latter

“I fell over the cliff. Northside, I think. You should be able to see the car.”

It was quiet for a while, and it wasn’t until you heard his voice again that you released a breath that you didn’t realise you were holding in.

“I see you. We’re coming down. Don’t move.”

You chuckled lowly, wiping some fresh blood from the corner of your mouth. “I don’t plan on it.”

How he got down to you you don't know, but you were just so glad to see him standing there in his tactical suit. His eyebrows were laced together in concern and he wore a scowl, but you could see the relief in his eyes. You flashed him a smile in return, holding onto him as you stumbled when you tried to stand.

“Can you walk on it?” he asked, wrapping your arm over his shoulder. His free hand gestured down to your obviously injured foot. You shook your head no in response. He supported you as you walked, though you wouldn’t exactly count it as walking. More like dragging.

“What happened?” he questioned. You looked up at him to see his steel blue eyes staring back at yours; he looked upset.

“Found the suspect. Chased after him, but he had backup. I hope I got a few good shots in, though.” It was painful to smile with your dry lips, but you manage to regardless.

“The one from the facility a few weeks ago?”

“Mmhmm,” you answered. “Couldn’t let him get away, I know how upset you were that we didn’t catch him.” He helped you onto the quinjet that was waiting for you, sitting you down on the makeshift medical bed.

He chuckled softly, helping you lift your leg up. “You didn’t have to go after him alone. You could have waited for me.”

You smile back at him, ignoring the pain in your leg as an IV is hooked into your arm. The medicine slowly began to kick in and you finally got to relax. Bucky took a seat beside you, his elbows resting on his knees.

“I was worried sick. I thought you were dead, or had been kidnapped. What were you even doing out here at that time?”

“I wanted ice cream.” you answered quietly. He laughed at that, throwing his head back and sitting up straight. You smile at his laugh. He never laughed often, but you always managed to make him do it.

“You’re something else, doll.” You smile in response. You were starting to feel drowsy as the pain medication slowly seeped into your veins.

“Please don’t tell Tony about his car. I can’t afford to buy him a new one.” you mumble sleepily, and Bucky can’t help but grin at your almost childish state.

“I won’t tell a soul.” he promises. You nod, as if satisfied with his answer.

“Get some rest, doll. I’ll be right here.” Bucky says softly. You mumble a thank you, rolling your head to the side as you quickly fall asleep.

Bucky watches fondly, his hand resting on your knee and drawing small circles with his thumb. He had a ghost of a smile on his face for the rest of the journey home. Honestly, the second FRIDAY alerted him that you had sent him a message his stomach dropped. He knew instantly that something was wrong. He hadn't even told anyone he was leaving to find you for whatever reason at the coordinates, and it wasn’t until Steve had gotten alerted that one of the quinjets had been taken did he tell him. But now you were safe.

However, you had gotten injured for Bucky. And that hurt him. He would normally feel guilty, but seeing you safe comforted his conscience. You wouldn’t want him to be upset, and he wanted to be there to support you when you woke up.

Leaning back, he relaxes in his chair. It’s not long before the calming steadiness of your breathing and the heat of your leg under his metal hand lulls him into a sleep.

God, you really are something else.

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dreamescapeswriting · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction || Friends With Benefits [M]

AN/: I’m a little unwell right now but wanted to get something out today so I wrote this one that’s been sitting in my book for a while. I’m working through my requests now too! THIS IS SMUT PLEASE LEAVE IF YOU’RE UNDER THE AGE OF 18

Seokjin:

It all started when you were bored one day, you were hanging out in your apartment talking about all the action that neither of you got going into detailed conversations about how the last time you had sex was with an ex four years ago and you didn't want to go through the heartbreak of another relationship and he went into detail about how he wasn't allowed relationships thanks to his contract with BigHit and it's when you both had the genius idea that you could sleep together without catching feelings, you'd been best friends since you were kids and it was the only answer, you didn't want a relationship and he couldn't have one maybe you could find ways to please one another without all the hassle getting in the way.

(X)

"Jinnie," You whined as he pulled his length out of you, smirking down at you as you whined and wiggled beneath him, trying to feel him back inside of you again you were clenching around nothing and you were starting to get mad at him, he'd been edging you all night and you were really impatient with him now.

"What is it doll?" He chuckled as you whined out, you finally had enough of his childish antics and decided you were going to take control tonight. You giggled as you were able to throw him underneath you, straddling him as you lined him up at your entrance.

"You know you always get too tired baby." He taunted as you sank down onto his length moaning out his name as you did, you threw your head back and placed your hands onto his chest to steady yourself, you stayed there for a couple of moments to let yourself adjust to the new angle and Jin was starting to get impatient underneath you, slowly moving his hips up and down so you were causing a little friction between you which made you giggle.

"What's up doll?" You teased moving your hips at an agonisingly slow pace to get your own back with him, his hands went to your hips and you smirked.

"No touching." You demanded, slapping his hands away and slowly starting to raise yourself up and down on him.

"Fuck Y/n, okay I get it." He groaned but you weren't done, you wanted him to understand why you were so impatient with him and how he'd edged you all night wasn't fair.

"I'm just doing what you did baby." You whispered as you bent down to his ear, suppressing the moan that was trying to escape your lips from the new angle yet again, he was deeper than before and you could feel yourself getting closer with every second and Jin was right, you would always get close to your release but could never finish while riding him because your thighs would start to ache but you were determined to torture him as he had you all night long.

You sat back up as you rode him your head rolling backwards as you neared closer and closer, your hands gripping onto his chest causing him to chuckle up at you.

"You close princess?" You couldn't form any words so you nodded and whined out his name.

"S-So close." You whispered, he smirked up at you decided he'd teased you enough all night and pulled you off him, spinning you around and pinning you to the bed, he spread your thighs open with his legs and lined himself back up again.

"Beg for it Y/n." He whispered in your ear, you growled out at him and he chuckled yet again.

"Fine." Without hesitation he thrust inside of you, your back arching off the bed as he roughly rocked his hips in and out of you,

"J-Jin." You cried out trying to wiggle your hands from his grasp to reach down and rub your clit but he wasn't going to allow it.

"You don't need that babygirl, focus on me...How I'm making you feel, how I'm slamming in and out of you and making you clench around me." You moaned out a string of curse words as you felt the all-too-familiar knot in your stomach,

"Cum for me baby." He whispered to you, that was all you needed you let go and cried out his name you were sure the neighbours were going to complain at some point but right now you didn't care, all you cared about was finally reaching the orgasm that had been denied to you all night

"Fuck Jin, you feel so good." You whimpered, he pulled out from you and you felt the familiar warm splatter on your stomach and you giggled reaching down and scooping some up on your fingers, pulled them up to your lips and holding eye contact with Jin as you licked them clean.

"You're so fucking hot." He chuckled as you got up to clean yourself up.

(X)

You were sat down on your bed getting it ready to sleep in when you noticed Jin was standing in his boxers watching you, you grabbed one of the blankets and laid it down ready for you, you got into the bed expecting Jin to leave when he was ready but he got into the bed next to you.

"You never stay over." You pointed out, he didn't it was one of the agreements of the friends with benefits, he would leave right after fucking you and you would just see each other when the next night was.

"Well I'm tired, scoot over." He said to you, pushing you over in the bed and laying down, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

"Go to sleep." He mumbled as he felt how tense you were against him, you turned off the light and relaxed in his arms, listening to his heartbeat and wondering how you were ever going to sleep without him next to you ever again.

Yoongi:

This all started for stress relief, you knew that Yoongo needed a way to get rid of stress he was always so pent up whenever you went to see him and you'd been friends for years so it seemed like a good idea at the time but you were starting to catch feelings for him and you knew you had to end it, but you didn't want to, this was a way you could keep him close to you as both a friend and something more.

(X)

You were on your knees under his desk looking up at him as he grumbled something about the song he was working on, he hadn't even noticed that you'd come to the studio to see him so you decided this would be the best way to let him know you were there, you unbuckled his jeans and took him in your hand, slowly palming him and staring up at him as he looked down and smirked at you.

"Hey." He chuckled to you, you giggled back at him as he hardened in your hand so you kitten licked the top and he threw his head back. You affected him so easily, one-touch and he was a mess in your hands you smirked up at him before taking his whole length into your mouth, his hands reaching into your hair and forming a makeshift ponytail pushing your head further down and groaning out your name as he felt your throat contract around him.

"You're so good at this." He moaned out his hips rocking a little, you pulled off him for some air and he stared down at you, you pushed his chair out from under the desk and he went to stand up but you sat him back down.

"All about you today." You whispered licking from the base to the tip of his cock, placing your lips over the tip and swirling your tongue around him, pumping the rest of him with your hands you knew how much he hated it when you teased him like this and that's exactly why you did it.

"Don't tease, I'm not in the mood." He warned you but you ignored him continuing to tease the tip but he wasn't having it, he grasped your hair again and pushed you down onto his length, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck." He groaned out throwing his head back as he used his hands to control the pace you were bobbing your head up and down at, you managed to gain control again and began bobbing your head on your own, his hands falling to grip onto the arms of the chair tightly. You felt him twitch which meant he was close so you pulled off him and giggled up at him from the floor.

"You think you're funny?" You pretended to think for a moment, putting your fingers on your chin and scratching an imaginary beard.

"Yeah, I do actually." You joked but he didn't find you funny he stood up from his chair and bent you over his desk, slapping you across the ass as you giggled.

"No panties?" He questioned as he pulled up your skirt, you wiggled your ass and he slapped you across the ass again.

"Such a dirty girl." He whispered in your ear, his fingers rubbing your clit as you bit down on your lip, not wanting to moan out and give him the satisfaction of knowing what he did to you.

"Look how wet you are." He groaned lining himself up at your entrance and rubbed the tip over your folds.

"I'm not going to fuck you until you ask for it." He whispered in your ear, bunching your hair into his fists and pushing your legs together.

"I want that cunt as tight as possible while I fuck the shit out of you." He moaned out, you looked in the mirror on his desk to look at him and smirked.

"Fuck me Yoongi, I need you."

(x)

You got changed and looked at Yoongi who was sitting back at his desk,

"Do you want something to eat, I can order us something." You tried to make conversation but he wasn't listening, his head was back into work mode and you knew you'd lost him. You toyed with the buttons on your shirt and sat down on the sofa, slipping into your heels and looking at the back of his head.

"Was I just entertainment to you?" You questioned out of the blue,

"That was the plan until your precious ass caught feelings." He mumbled not even looking away from the computer screen. He'd known about you liking him for a while now, he could tell you did. Everything had changed, the way you used to come over in nothing but sweatpants but then it changed to coming round in skirts, makeup and looking pretty, and how you used to act innocently towards him and now you were teasing him in public when you were supposed to just be friends. He knew you wanted more but he couldn't do that, he couldn't be in a relationship right now and if it meant pushing you out in the harshest way possible that was what he was going to have to do.

"Alright. Well, I'll see you later." You whispered getting up from the sofa and leaving the studio, Yoongi looked behind him once you were gone and sighed to himself, as much as he didn't want and couldn't be in a relationship right now he was going to miss you.

Hoseok:

"Hobi I'm so close." You moaned out as he continued to thrust inside of you at a fast pace, you gripped onto the bedsheets in front of you, he bent closer to you, his chest pressed against your back as he fucked you, he moved the hair from your neck and left small kisses along your skin.

"You're not allowed to cum for me baby," He groaned to you, you threw your head down into the pillow in front of you in attempt to muffle the screams of his name but he yanked your head up so he could hear you and you giggled at his action, he loved to hear you crying out his name whenever you had sex, he wanted to hear his name spilling from your lips and that's why you tried to stop yourself.

"You're so close, I can feel you squeezing around me." He chuckled as you clenched around him, you were determined to last just as long as him though, you wanted to cum together instead of separately.

"Please let me cum." You mumbled biting down on your lip and trying to hold back the tight knot in your stomach for as long as possible, Hoseok had rules to this,

"Fuck Hobi." You whimpered as he began to thrust faster and harder to edge you further, he wanted to see how far he could push you before you broke.

"Hobi please." You whispered to him but he was having none of it, he pulled out of you and span you around so you were on your back staring up at him, he lifted your legs over his shoulders and thrust deeper inside of you, you were sure you could see stars now.

"Say it and I'll let you cum." He panted to you, your eyes rolled back as you were edged closer and closer, his hands worked their way down to your clit and he began to rub your swollen bud in the figure of eight repeatedly sending your head into a spin.

"No...You will not win this easily. It's not fair." You knew what he was after and it was cheating.

"It's cheating." You grumbled as you felt yourself closer than before, you knew he wasn't going to let you cum until you said it though.

"Fuck, okay!" You cried out your back starting to arch as you couldn't fight the orgasm off anymore.

"I love you Hobi! I love you!" You cried out, he smirked thrusting faster and rubbing your clit in faster circles, you back arched further off the bed and your legs started to shake as you finally reached your orgasm.

(X)

"Are you staying over?" You questioned as you changed into a nightshirt, sitting on your knees on the bed and staring at Hoseok.

"You know the rules. Rule number one, no 'L' word." He said to you, cupping your face in his hands and looking at you.

"Legs?" You tried to joke but he shook his head.

"No, 'Love' you idiot." He joked bending down and leaving a kiss on your forehead.

"But it was cheating, I didn't mean it." You whined it was a lie. Of course, you meant it you knew you loved him the third time you guys started this but the rule of the games was simple. The first one to fall in love lost and you weren't going to lose after three games but tonight was the seventh and you couldn't hold back anymore, even though his way of getting it out of you was wrong and against the 'rules' it still counted.

"You're mean." You whispered to him, pulling at his belt to bring him closer to you, he leant his head against yours.

"You knew the rules when we started." You stared up at him with worry on your face and he chuckled.

"I love you too, I'll go get us some food and we can cuddle tonight." You almost squealed out of excitement but kept it to yourself, nodding in agreement and going to find a movie for you both to watch.

Namjoon:

It all started because you walked in on him once, you were trying to find Hoseok who owed you dinner from a bet you had with one another, he claimed he could beat you at Dance, dance resolution and he was wrong, you didn't mean to walk in on Namjoon but you thought he was hurt after you heard a bang and then heard movement from Namjoon's room so you figured he was in there but all you found was Namjoon with his earphones in and enjoying himself a little too much,

(X)

You looked all over the dorms but Hoseok was nowhere to be found you were about to leave when you heard something fall in Namjoon's room, you frowned slowly walking over and tapping on the door,

"Joonie?" You questioned but there was no response, you were about to leave when you heard a groan, thinking he might be hurt you walked in and saw him sitting there at his desk, one hand with his phone and the other on his member you didn't know if you should walk back out and pretend it never happened or to go over there and help him, the pool in your pants was telling you to take the second option so you walked over to him and dropped to your knees beside him, he still hadn't noticed anyone had come into the room thanks to whatever it was on his phone, you smirked to yourself reaching your hand up and taking over his, his eyes shot open and he tried to move away at first and then he saw it was you.

"Y-Y/n what are you-" He was cut off when you put your lips around him, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you bobbed up and down, gagging a little as he reached the back of your throat, he moaned out your name and his head rolled back on the chair.

"Fuck that feels amazing." You moaned at his praise and he almost finished as he felt the vibrations coming from you, he tapped on your shoulder and you pulled away from him, salvia dripping from your chin he chuckled wiping it away with his thumb and nodding over to the bed in his bedroom.

"Strip and down on all fours," He ordered and you stripped out of the jeans and shirt you were wearing, going to unclasp your bra and take off your panties but he stopped you, taking off the bra himself and pushing you onto your hands and knees.

"Do you always dress this sexy baby?" He whispered running his hand down your spine and leaving a slap across your ass, you moaned out a yes and he chuckled rubbing where he'd left the harsh slap and then reached down to your core, running a finger across your wet folds and chuckling to himself.

"Did I do this baby?" You nodded and he tutted shaking his head and slapping across the other ass cheek.

"Use your words." You whined out at him.

"Yes, you did this to me Joonie." Another smack across the ass, you hissed and he chuckled again.

"It's daddy now princess." He stood behind you on the bed and pushed your panties aside, not bothering to take them off which somehow made the whole situation feel dirtier to you in your mind.

"Daddy just fuck me already." You moaned out not being able to stand him not being inside you anymore, he chuckled lining himself up at your entrance and sliding inside slowly, your head threw backwards and he groaned out your name, both of you feeling the maximum amount of pleasure despite nothing being done yet.

"You feel so good around me...Nice and tight." He groaned slowly pulling out of you and slamming back inside, you gripped onto the sheets in front of you.

"Fuck daddy right there." You moaned out as his thrusts started to get faster, hitting your g-spot with every thrust, he placed his hands on your hips, digging his nails into your skin as he thrust into you at a rough pace.

"Shit I-I don't think I'm going to last long." He mumbled to you, you smirked clenching around him to tease him as much as possible, he mumbled something you couldn't hear and you looked over your shoulder at him.

"Fill me up Joonie." A slap was thrown against your skin and you hissed out.

"Fill me up, daddy." You corrected yourself earning a smirk from Namjoon who's eyes were tightly closed shut as he thrust into you, you could feel your own release catching up to you and you bit down on your lip.

"Cum with me Y/n." He whispered to you as he could feel you clenching around him.

"That's it baby, squeeze every last drop out." He teased as he felt you clenching again, you whined that you weren't going to be able to hold it off anymore and he nodded at you.

"Cum for me." You moaned out a string of curse words and his name as you finally reached your high, you'd never came so quickly before with anymore, not even yourself.

"Fuck Joonie right there." You cried out as you came down, he continued to thrust in and out of you throughout his high and chuckled as he pulled out of you and laid down next to you on the bed, his liquids spilling down your thighs as you laid down and began panting out of breath beside him.

Jimin:

The rules were simple, it was just to fuck around with one another, no strings attached, no staying over and once you'd both cum you were to leave. You and Jimin agreed to these, it was easier than relationships which you both hated. Neither had good memories with relationships so it was the easiest way to get what you both needed without all the hassle of trying to explain or ghost someone afterwards.

(X)

"Jimin." You cried out as he had you up against the hotel room window, he chuckled as you steamed up the window with your breath, you tried to grip onto something to support you but there was nothing around for you to grab.

"Jimin please." You whined out, he pulled out of you and took you over to the bed, throwing you down onto you back and pulling you to the edge of the bed.

"Fuck look at you all needy for my cock." He teased rubbing his tips over your folds and chuckling as you whined, trying to buck your hips for him to enter you but he pulled away, slapping you clit and causing you to cry out.

"Jimin please, no teasing. You teased me all night, I need to cum." You moaned remembering the night before, you'd gone out clubbing with all of them and you decided to tease Jimin by dancing with other men in the clubs, you were dressed in a tight short dress which was bad enough for Jimin but when you began grinding against other men it was over for you. He took you back to their hotel room and edged you all night, not letting you cum at all and when you tried to get yourself off afterwards he pinned you to the bed and tied you so you had to sleep tied up all night.

"I don't think you deserve to cum baby." He whispered to you, but you whined out and he slipped into you at the same time turning your whine into a cry of his name, your eyes rolling back as you finally had him back inside of you.

"Fuck Jimin." You cried, your nails dragging down his back as he fucked you against the mattress, you didn't care who in the hotel heard you, you needed to cum and if screaming his name and begging was going to get you your way you were going to do it all day.

"Please Jimin, fuck I need to cum so bad." You whined as his thrusts started to get a little sloppier, you knew he was close to finishing which meant he wasn't going to let you cum. You reached down and began rubbing your clit in small circles to try and bring yourself closer but he swatted your hand away and replaced it with his own.

"I suppose you were good last night." He moaned back to you, you giggled as he began to speed up again, groaning out your name and rubbing your clit again.

"J-Jimin, I'm gonna cum." You panted, you were so close you could feel it building more and more with every thrust.

"Cum for me baby, let everyone know who's making you feel this good." He smirked bending down so his chest was against yours as he thrust, you cried out his name in his ear.

"Jimin fuck," You cried out as you finally came down, you smirked as you realised he hadn't cum yet.

"Cum for my baby, fill me up." You whispered in his ear, pulling his face away to look him in the eyes.

(X)

You were both dressed in your clothes again and you looked around the hotel room for your phone, you went to ask Jimin but he was on the hotel phone.

"Two big breakfasts, please...Okay...Thank you." You blinked at him and then looked over at the door.

"I thought Fuck buddies didn't buy each other breakfast." He sat back against the bed and held his arms open, you crawled over to him and he wrapped his arms around you.

"This one just did, I realised last night I don't want to share you with anyone else, so...No more rules, no more games, just me and you." You nodded against him, closing your eyes as you felt yourself becoming sleepy, you didn't sleep much the night before thanks to being tied up to the bed.

Taehyung:

You and Taehyung's arrangement started after a drunken one night stand, you woke up in his bed and he was curled up next to you, both of you agreed to let it be no big deal which led to occasionally having one night stands to have reoccurring one night stands with one another when you were in need of one another.

(X)

"Tae please." You begged as he laid another slap across your ass, he'd been fucking you relentlessly all night because you'd been 'flirting' with Namjoon all night which, A) wasn't true and B) shouldn't have been a problem since you were just fuck buddies to one another and nothing more. He slapped you again as he thrust inside of you, you were biting down on the sofa arm as he entered in you at a faster pace than before.

"The way you looked at him!" He yelled, another smack across your bare skin while he was still fully clothed, he said it was a punishment to you, for you to be naked and him clothed and it did feel like a punishment.

"Can Namjoon make you feel this good, hmm?" You ignored him as he continued to thrust so he stopped and slapped you across the ass again, bending down and grabbing your throat to arch your back a little more.

"Huh?" You shook your head and his grasp on your neck tightened as you didn't answer him in the way he wanted you to.

"I asked you a question." He thrust into your deeply and stayed there, you moaned out his name.

"No one can make me feel like you do." You admitted, your head flopped forward as he let go and continued his rough thrusts once again.

"That's right baby, no one can make you cum like I can...No one can make you scream like me." You nodded in agreement, gripping onto the leather sofa and clenching around him.

"Please let me cum Tae." You whimpered close to tears, he'd been doing this to you all night. Getting you close to your release before pulling out and leaving you there to suffer.

"Since you asked so nicely." He whispered to you, you bit down on your lip so you wouldn't smirk at him, you knew if you did anything out of line he would stop and not let you cum.

"Go on Princess, Milk me." He whispered to you, his thrusts started to pick up once more, you felt the all-too-familiar knot in your stomach coming and you rocked your hips backwards to meet his, chasing your high and throwing your head down against the sofa as you screamed out his name, finally reaching the high he'd been fighting off you all night.

"Taehyung." You cried clenching around him before you felt him spill inside of you, you giggled as you laid side by side on the sofa, neither of you saying a word to each other yet.

"I should go." You whispered breaking the silence and standing up from the sofa, looking around for your clothes.

"Or you could stay." He offered, looking up at you and meeting your gaze, you frowned.

"But I'm just a one night stand." You said to him but he pulled you to sit down next to him

"You are more than a one night stand to me." He whispered, kissing your lips and smirking against you. This was the first time you'd kissed properly before they were just lustful kisses but this one had passion behind it and it felt like he truly wanted you there and not just for sex.

Jungkook:

It started as a bet between friends, whoever fell for the other one first was the loser and everything was on the table, you could do whatever you wanted to make the other fall for you. It wasn't hard since you'd had a crush on Jungkook since the moment you met him but you weren't going to let him know that, you wanted to win and you were going to do anything in your power to do that.

(X)

"You gonna cum for me Kookie?" You teased as he continued to fuck you at a rough pace against the dance studio mirror, you'd come to see him with some lunch but you'd actually come to tease him while he practised with the boys, flashing him every time you switched your legs over and showing him your panties and then eating a lollipop and acting innocent in front of the guys since they didn't know about your arrangement together, they thought you were just close friends.

"I'm in charge today." He grumbled pushing your head against the glass as he thrust into you, your eyes rolled back as you bit down the moan that was trying to escape, you didn't want him to be in control when he was in control you weren't allowed to cum.

"No baby, you're not in charge today...I came here." You whispered pushing him away from you and laying him down on the cold floor, neither of you cared if someone walked through the door right now. You straddled his lap and hovered above him, holding his tip at your entrance and staring him in the eyes as you did so.

"What do you want Kookie?" You teased rubbing him over yourself and holding in the moan, he groaned out your name and shook his head, not wanting you to be the one in control either.

"I-I told you I'm in-" He stopped himself once you sank down onto his length, head rolling forward as you felt him fully inside of you, he was bigger than anyone you'd been with before which meant he could reach your sweet spot without doing anything.

"Fuck." You mumbled as you slowly began to rise yourself off and back onto him, he threw his head back, his hands gripping onto your hips as he thrust upwards to meet your hip movements.

"Y/n," He whined as he felt himself coming closer to his release, you giggled as you swirled your hips a little with every movement.

"What is it Kookie? You want to cum for me now?" He nodded eagerly and you smirked leaning down to his ear and biting on the lob a little.

"Fill me up Kookie...Make me feel good." You whispered as you rode him, that's all it took he span you both around while he was still inside of you and his thrusts became wild, you cried out arching your back from the groaned and tugging on his hair.

"Fuck I like you Y/n, I don't care if I lose. I like you a lot." He cried out as he came, feeling him filling you up and hearing those words fly from his mouth was all it took for you to reach your high.

"Jungkook." You whimpered as you came around him.

(X)

"That's my favourite colour on you," Jungkook said as you changed back into the black lacey underwear you'd been teasing with during the practice.

"Why do you think I wore it." You teased looking up at him as he walked over to you, he cupped your head in his hand and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

"I meant it though...I like you." You smiled up at him and kissed his thumb.

"I like you too." You whispered, getting up from the floor and kissing him on the lips.

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Thank you! And sorry for bothering you with this! A imagine with geralt x reader (cough! Me cough!) Where he and I had been close for years, even having a one night stand before, but nothing ever came of it because geralt and I thought we each had no feelings for each other ( but secretly we did. and years down the line we're fighting about my safety and his safety and he admits he loves me? And smut. Thank you so much, beautiful!. And if you dont want to, you dont have to! ❤ ilysm!

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Author’s Note: Working through some of the ones I’ve had in my computer and hadn’t finished yet! Thank you for the request!! I wrote a drabble for it!! I hope you enjoy love and I hope all is well!! Happy Reading.

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Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Warnings: It’s Geralt, so language lol.

Geralt knew that the chances of you actually doing what he asked were slim to none. It’s why he didn’t ask you often. “Could you stay here with Roach?” Geralt adjusted the saddle and pushed the velvet bags of oren into the holder. “It will not take long for me to take care of it.” And by it, he meant the alghoul in the crypt nearby.

“No, absolutely not. I need to be there with you. one wrong move and you could be eaten by that alghoul, and Roach has a new owner.” The dark graveyard was not the ideal place to kill a monster. Crypts were all around, not to mention the grey clouds veiled the light of the moon. It all seemed to eery.

Roach nudged Geralt as if she knew what I was saying, and he groaned in protest. “I do not need it from the both of you.” Geralt refused to make eye contact with you. He just turned away from you and tossed his swords over on his back. “Just stay here.”

“No!” You shook your head and pulled the small dials of white vinegar from your pocket. “We can easily defeat it together. Now except that I am your partner or when you return, neither one of us will be here.”

“You do not,” He paused and snatched the two vials from your hand. “Give me ultimatums.”

“Geralt.” You all but pouted, he didn’t listen when you whined; in fact, it only leads Geralt to believe you were losing the argument. YOu folded your arms over your chest and rolled your eyes. “Must we argue every time about my safety. I am not yours to argue over.” You said the words intentionally meaning to get to him. It had been over five years since you started to travel with Geralt. It was not the life you had pictured for yourself, but you could not imagine any other existence that would have suited you better. Every time you saved a life, you remembered some people just going around them taking them. While you were with Geralt, you found the balance of being a savior but also ruthless who those to deserved it. It was a perfect balance, so was Geralt.

There had been once you’d both succumb to the need of one another, but it never happened again, nor did you speak of it. But words weren’t needed, whenever you looked him in the eyes that night played through your head as if it was happening again. You could feel your knees buckle, heart pound, and breath hitch. He did all of this without even needing to be inside of you.

“Nice of you to remind me.” He knocked back the black potion he’d concocted yesterday, and his eyes glazed over black; he was going without you. “Now, wait here.”

“This is the last time you will render me useless, do you understand.”

“You are not useless, you are irreplaceable, and it’s fucking hard to try to kill this damn thing while looking back to the only woman in I am in love with, just stay here.” He said through clenched teeth.

“In love with?”

He grunted. “Stay here.” He said in finality. You said nothing, but your face contained a thousand words. “Hmmm.” He nodded his head, retrieving his sword. “And shut up.”

“I said nothing.”

“You said enough.” He retorted over your laughter.

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How to Torrent The Sims 3 for Beginners

October 2021 Update: some links/instructions are out of date since I wrote this last year, but the overall process should still be the same. I will update this some time in the near future. In the meantime, feel free to DM me for help, anon or not. 💗

Context: I’m a casual gamer who hasn’t ever really p*rated any content before. These are the steps I took to torrent The Sims 3 from games4theworld successfully. I’m walking you through how I did it, so that you can do it too!

Step 1. Download a free torrent client. Using a torrent client is how you download and open torrent files. The client I used in this tutorial is qBittorrent. Check out this article for a list of free torrent clients you could use.

Q: Do I need to use a VPN to torrent The Sims 3?

Your Internet Service Provider will be able to see what you are downloading if you do not use a VPN. Then, if they realize that you are downloading a product that needs to be paid for, they might send you a warning or they might take it more seriously depending on the piracy laws where you live and the company’s own standards. The more you illegally download, the higher the risk of getting discovered would be. Using a VPN is a suggested best practice to ensure you won’t be caught. However, if you live in a country where piracy laws are lenient, then you don’t have to worry that much about the consequences if you don’t use a VPN. People have been torrenting things for years, some people are never caught while others do receive notices from their Internet Service Providers about their activity. If you’re really worried, do some research online about this before you torrent anything in general!

Step 2. Download The Sims 3 Base Game torrent file or magnet file from games4theworld. Your torrent client will open the torrent or magnet file you’ve downloaded. It will take some time for the full file to finish downloading. When the torrent client is opening the torrent file you downloaded, there might be a few pop-up windows with settings you can adjust, I didn’t adjust anything, I just clicked “Ok” for everything and then the program did its thing. Once it’s finished downloading, you should have a .rar file on your computer called The Sims 3.rar. Open that .rar file.

Step 3. Installing the Actual Base Game: Okay so this is where it gets a little complicated. Inside the The Sims 3.rar file, you should see a Crack folder, an Installation Guide text file, and two .iso files named The_Sims_3_Disk_1 and The_Sims_3_StartDisk.

The installation guide text file will walk you through the installation process. For clarity, I will explain how I followed the steps in the text file, just to give you some more detail.

Make a new folder on your Desktop or wherever, and copy everything in the The Sims 3.rar file into the new folder. Name the folder something easily recognizable, like “G4TW TS3 BG”.

Next, you need to “Mount” the two .iso files in order to install the base game onto your computer. I am using Windows 10. To mount a .iso file, all I do is right-click on the .iso file and click “Mount”. So, mount both of the .iso files. Click this link for more info on mounting if you don’t know what it is.

Next, in File Explorer, click on This PC (or it might be called My Computer or Computer). You should see your Local Disk C drive, and then a file called SIMS3 in your DVD drive, and a file called “disk 1″ in another DVD drive. Double click on SIMS3 to begin installing the game. If you double click on SIMS3 and it just opens up the SIMS3 folder, scroll down and double click on Sims3Setup Application to start the installation.

Follow the game installation instructions like normal.

Ok, now the game might ask you for a Registration Code. Since you’re torrenting it, you won’t have one. Go back to the new folder (G4TW TS3 BG) where you put all the downloaded files. Click on the Crack folder. Click on Serial.exe. Click “Generate” to generate a new Registration Code. Enter it into the Sims 3 installer to continue the installation. (Personally, it actually did not ask me for a code.)

During the installation process, my game asked me for “Disk 1 that contains the file GameData\Shared\Packages\FullBuild1″. I clicked “Browse” then I clicked on This PC to expand it then I selected Disk 1 with the game’s plumbob icon next to it and I clicked OK. (FullBuild1.package is contained inside Disk 1, not in SIMS3.) If something different occurs on your computer while you’re trying to install it, try following the steps in the installation guide text file instead of mine.

Let the game install the rest of itself.

You don’t need to install the EA Download Manager to run the game. So I personally opted out of it. Finish the installation.

Once the game is finished installing, go to Program Files > Electronic Arts > The Sims 3 > Game > Bin. Replace the “TS3.exe” in your program files with the “TS3.exe” that was included in the downloaded .rar files. You can just drag and drop and let it automatically replace itself.

Whew! We’re done with Step 3!

Step 4. Patching the Base Game: At this point, you should have installed The Sims 3 Base Game with no issues. Now, download and install the 1.67 patch here: direct link to the download. Do not let the game download updates on its own, do not install the 1.69 patch. If you download patch 1.69, it will tie the game to EA’s Origin client so you have to use Origin to play it, and you won’t be able to use Reshade’s depth of field shaders with the game.

Step 5. Installing Expansion Packs: This is the part where you download and install all the expansion/stuff packs you want from games4theworld. (In order for the game to work using this torrenting method, I think you need to download at least 1 expansion or stuff pack... I downloaded a whole bunch.) Some people recommend installing the expansions in the order they were released to minimize the risk of things going wrong, but I didn’t have any issues installing them out of order. It’s up to you. The process is similar to what we did in Step 2:

You download the expansion pack torrent file or magnet file, you open the file with your torrent client so it can do its thing (idk how it works), then once it finishes downloading, you open the .rar file.

Next, copy everything in the .rar file to a new folder on your desktop, name it something recognizable like “G4TW TS3 EP0X″.

Next, open the folder you created and click on the Application named Sims3EP0XSetup to begin the installation process. When the game asks you for a registration code, look for a text file in the folder named Installation Instructions, that text file will have the needed registration code.

At the end of the installation process, you can opt out of installing the EA Download Manager when prompted. For the newer expansions, it will prompt you to install Origin. DO NOT INSTALL ORIGIN if you want to play your game without using Origin and you want Reshade depth of field shaders to work.

Step 6. Cracking the Game: Okay, at this point you have installed all the expansions you want. Now you need to “crack” the game.

Download the latest version of G4TW’s Ultimate Fix here: Reuploaded link to the crack: https://simfileshare.net/filedetails/2883258/

Open the "# Crack" folder in the Ultimate Fix and drag & drop the .exe and .dll file in there to exactly: C:\Program Files (x86)\Electronic Arts\The Sims 3\Game\Bin and choose "Copy and Replace" on the pop-up that appears, telling you the files already exist in that folder. (If you downloaded and installed your base game via Origin, the crack goes into this folder instead: C:\Program Files (x86)\Origin Games\The Sims 3\Game\Bin )

Step 7. Playing the Game: Now that you’ve finished fully installing your Sims 3 game and expansions, you can start playing with no custom content OR you can start installing custom content. Go to Modthesims for a simple guide on how to start adding custom content to your game. At this point, you can also install the newest version of Reshade so you can take lovely screenshots. The Sims 3 game launcher should also be working fine so you can install sims3packs thru the launcher. Just don’t install any automatic updates or Patch 1.69.

You can either launch the game thru the game launcher OR you can bypass the launcher by going to Program Files > Electronic Arts > The Sims 3 > Game > Bin > double click on TS3W.

Step 8. Check out Simmister’s guide on how to get The Sims 3 running as smoothly as possible during gameplay!

Disclaimer: I basically broke down games4theworld’s installation instructions into simpler words so it sounds less intimidating for us casuals. I take no credit for discovering these steps, I’m just telling you what worked for me. When you install the game, the steps might happen slightly differently on your computer, but the overall process should be the same.

Alternate Torrent Tutorial by Sims3TutorialHub: Here. You can also check this tutorial out for more information.

I hope my guide/tutorial helped you understand how I torrented The Sims 3 from start to finish. Do you have any questions? Feel free to comment on this post or send me a message. I’m no computer whiz but I will try my best to answer :)

#the sims 3

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andmaybegayer · 4 years ago

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Last Monday of the Week: 2021-03-01

First Monday of the Month. My boss just quit at work which means I'm now the only formally trained engineer left who has any particular specialization in embedded systems. This week is going to be a doozy.

I also wrote a Very Long set of media updates because I’ve been consuming some stuff that makes me think a lot. Never a good sign.

Listening: I spent all of Saturday playing Minecraft after talking with some friends about it during the week on IRC. Practicing what I preach with regards to my Large Biome Supermacy policy, which does involve a lot of walking. Hence, I started catching up on The Adventure Zone: Graduation again, I'm like ten episodes behind.

https://maximumfun.org/episodes/adventure-zone/the-adventure-zone-graduation-ep-32-by-a-haircut/

I don't really enjoy Travis' DM'ing style. It's very loose and he has a tendency to let players run wild without much structure which is a tricky thing to handle. He does a lot of worldbuilding and character design but doesn't seem to plan much in the way of arcs. That pays off sometimes (returning to the school to realize they broke a promise they made a few sessions earlier and had to deal with consequences, for example) and when it does, it’s really good, but it's finnicky. I know DM's who can do that, but, well, actually I know One Single DM who can do that well and she's absurdly smart.

Reading: Still on Worm, I just got past chapter 8 or so now. It lives in my phone browser so I've mostly been reading it whenever I get some spare time, which is a good sign. If a book doesn't grab me I need to really settle down in a quiet space to avoid getting distracted, but I can read Worm while someone else is on the phone in the same room.

It is a story with a lot of very well-conveyed feelings and events. It's very easy to imagine yourself in it. Characters actually act like they care about what they're doing, I feel like writing this took a lot of care to keep everyone on model.

There's also a certain care given to the superpowers that you'd usually only see in forum posts arguing about an actual superhero story. Everyone always likes to argue about how far you can push a superpower: can you use teleporting to fly? What prevents a speedster from catching fire in the air? Where does the energy for a pyrokinetic ability come from? Worm takes these and runs with them as a way to make absolutely any fight become a series of gambits relying on whether a power can or cannot be used to perform some high-stakes trick.

The world certainly has some underpinning contrivances to explain why no one gets killed very often but I've always considered nitpicking the base contrivances of a setting silly, because that's precisely what they are: contrived, in order to allow the rest of the story to flow from there. Like arguing about Omega’s abilities in the famous thought experi-*I am dragged off stage by the ratblr police for making a by now extremely stale joke*

Watching: I came and edited this section in like an hour before this posts because I keep on forgetting to put it in. I don’t really like watching TV and with my parents stuck at home in Pandemic Times it’s how they pass the time.

I did finish S3 of the Good Place. It’s very funny. I’m glad I’m watching it and I’m going to have to go find S4 because ZA Netflix doesn’t have it for whatever reason. It feels a little like it was written by Phillip Pullman if Phillip Pullman was a comedy TV writer.

I also really enjoyed the PBS Spacetime video about how time causes gravity. Love when an explanation of concepts is good enough that you drawn the conclusion on your own.

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Playing: Visual Novel Hell plus Minecraft.

I spent approximately seven hours in Minecraft over two days. I tend to hop in and out of games for 1-2 hours at a time but there's a handful that can suck me in for an entire day. Minecraft, Warframe, Horizon Zero Dawn, Night in the Woods. Bastion, to a lesser extent. I end up avoiding them because I don't like loosing entire days, but I wasn't really planning on doing anything this weekend anyways.

Minecraft was mostly a long-ass trek to find a saddle, because as previously mentioned, I enjoy playing it with Large Biomes for the sense of scale.

I also completed Act 3 of Psycholonials and Eliza.

Psycholonials is odd. It is doing the thing that Hussie does where it dances around what's ostensibly the story to carry out the actual story. You get used to the trope after your first encounter but it still makes you wonder when the other shoe will drop, and of course, there's no reason it ever has to. The story may remain in suspended animation behind the every growing mess of narrative red tape tying the B-plot together.

Stories about Social Media have no well established norms. I think I might pick up Feed by M. T. Anderson and also perhaps Hank Green's books sometime. See what context they set that in.

Eliza is frustrating to me. It's a game for programmers, by programmers, about programmers. I'm friends with a lot of Capital P Programmers, the types who go to university and get sniped for developer positions at Seattle or Silicon Valley tech companies and who make great and terrible things and then warn you about the deep problems that underpin the slowly rolling ball of venture capital and bloated technology that is the tech industry. But at the same time, it makes me feel like I've burnt out on that conceptually before I even went in. It’s a whole other world that I’m familiar with but very distant from. In fact, that’s kinda how I feel about Psycholonials too. I’m familiar with the social media rat race but I also don’t go there. Parallels!

My cousins (who are halfway to Capital P Programmers, only so much you can do halfway around the world from silicon valley) warned me not to go into CS, because it would bore me, and that's a non-trivial part of why I'm in Engineering. They gave the same advice about Biology and Physics, without that I may have ended up in Microbiology. it’s not my domain, but because of how Engineering is going, you end up a lot closer to programmers than you think. I found out the other day that most of the software developers on my team have no formal tertiary qualifications, which is accepted in CS but of course, right out when it comes to engineering. It’s a whole other world that I kinda expected to skip around. I might go into this another time, since this post is already getting long.

Making: I haven’t done any engineering scicomm posts on here in a while so I started a few blank drafts and finally got one off the ground. With some luck I’ll have that ready this week. What’s it about? Not saying! It might change!

I’ve been doing layout for a custom keyboard, I need to call a laser cutting place and find out what their kerf requirements are so I can adjust the path accordingly. Wouldn’t do to burn a couple hundred rand on an oversized part, I’m paying for this, not my employer like the other times I’ve done laser cutting, so I’m probably not going to spring for getting one of their designers to check my design. At some point I should CAD up a chassis, but at the same time I might just buy some wood and go ham with a router once I get the plates cut.

Computers Slot: I got WeeChat set up properly on my desktop, which technically was just a matter of getting my SSH keys moved over. It’s taking me forever to move in to Cinnabar, in part because Stibnite lost her boot partition and I haven’t bothered to fix it.

So here’s a pitch for WeeChat as a good quality Terminal UI IRC Client. Many of my closest friends live there and it has a good set of tools to help me keep in touch.

WeeChat is very configurable but with perfectly sane defaults, I didn’t configure it for years. The UI is smarter and less arcane than something like irssi, and if you enable mouse support it can be downright modern. Running it remotely like this limits some features but as long as you don’t mind jumping through a few hoops to do filesharing, IRC is really great like this.

One of the big ones is the ability to do that double-pane thing, I can keep an eye on two channels at once (really as many as I can cram on my screen, but usually two) which is great when you want to browse channels while talking in your home channel.

It also has a good array of remote access tools, from what I’m running up there, just weechat running on my server inside tmux connected over mosh for low-latency SSH, to weechat-relay, a relay protocol built in to weechat. At the moment relay only supports android phones and the glowingbear web client, but I’ve never really looked around since both of those cover all my needs. Easily one of the best ways to get IRC on a modern mobile device, barring maybe IRCCloud.

#last monday of the week #galena

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hayjeon · 5 years ago

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Tips on creating fun fanfic headers!

i had so much fun writing the fanfic writing tips yesterday and i got a few more questions about header-making, and so i decided to make one more of these! i hope these tips help somebody out there! hope you enjoy :)

p.s. these tips won’t require any hard editing skills or photoshop skills, nor any expensive tablets/apps!

typically i spend around ~5-10 min creating one header, and that’s either after i think of/finish a fic. i have so much fun doing it and sharing it with you that i figured i’d share how i do it!

why headers?

as I talked about in my fic tips, one of the most eye-catching things about fics are headers. when i’m scrolling through a rec page, my home page, a tag, or even someone’s masterlist, i’m immediately drawn to well-made headers. that’s what captures my attention, and then i’m more drawn in by the content. so, you can say that headers is your own version of an ad for your own fic, or an extension of it (like the cover of a novel!)

if you were writing your own book, imagine how much time you’d spend figuring out what you wanted your cover to look like. i try to have as much fun and invest as much time making my own headers because it’s just the cherry on top to my finished product :)

disclaimer: BUT HEADERS ARE NOT NECESSARY/DO OR DIE! if you don’t feel like you want to do this, then keep writing! its ok! this is just a suggestion. i’ve seen plenty of well-written fics without headers at all, so don’t beat yourself up over not having one/not wanting to do one. this is truly just a fun, extra kind of thing, and only keep reading if you want to learn how i do it! :)

tips for people who don’t want to make headers: if you still want something to make your fic stand out, use gifs! i use them in my drabbles a lot! this will at least give ur fic a lil boost!

how to find pictures

I typically use unsplash, which is a free website in which photographers upload their HQ pics for free use. the pics are really high quality, typically stock photos, and don’t have any logos on them like other ones on google. unfortunately, you won’t find any pics of the members or anything, but you’ll find beautiful stock photos of typical scenes like “ocean scene” or “desert scene.” I found the stock photo for cut me open (shown below) on that site by just looking up “medical” or “doctor”.

i used to use google a lot and just use keywords like “desert scene HQ” and edit the search settings to deliver HQ pics, and a minimum # of pixels, but unplash is definitely better in terms of quality, more aesthetic photos, and no logos/watermarks.

on some occasions, i will screenshot some scenes of youtube videos, turning up the quality to 1080p or 4k and zooming in so that the pixelation is as crisp as possible, and then editing it later to look good (which i’ll explain in a second!)

the above photo was a scene from the specific characters from the drama, “100 Days My Prince” that I screenshotted from a youtube video that TvN uploaded, recapping the drama. I cropped it just right so that their faces were left out, which i’ll also mention soon!

things to look for when picking pictures:

you want the picture to reflect a specific motif/theme from your fic! if its a moody fic, then try to find a moody scene that you can edit with filters/lighting to look even moodier; or if the characters’ jobs are a big portion of the fic (like cut me open/doctor theme) try to look for stock photos with that shown very clearly!

make sure its high quality: tumblr really dumbs down the quality of the photo when uploading it, so try your best to find something with a lot of pixels in it so that when you start editing, you don’t sacrifice too much of the quality already

try to look for something simple/clean: a picture with too much subject (ie. people in the background, or too much detail) may end up taking away from the main point of your header, which is your title. so find pics without too much clutter!

try to make sure its landscape: which will help during editing to save some of the quality better.

editing your pictures

now that you have a specific photo you want to use, now its time to edit! I use VSCO CAM (free app) and my own apple photos cropping tool for faster crops.

crop/adjust: if your picture is too large/wide, crop it to at least a 16:9 ratio. i’d say aim for skinnier if you can, so that you don’t take up too much space (especially if you’re planning to add headers to your masterlist). also crop out any faces, any clutter, any unnecessary details, so you have a nice, clean slate to work on when adding text.

contrast/sharpen/clarity/white balance/etc.: i’m not gonna give you a lesson on photography, but i’ll tell you I learned like 80% of everything that i know just by fiddling with it on VSCO! So just try it out and play with the app, see what you can make of it. i’d say a rule of thumb to follow is that you want happier fics with a brighter tone, and moodier/angsty fics with a darker tone so that it can reflect the nature of the fic further, without saying anything!

if you wanna be extra af like me, then go a step further and photoshop your pics. this one is a good example; when i screenshotted this scene from another youtube video for my fic One Year My Love part 2, i was specifically looking for a scene that would showcase the ornate/regal details of their clothing/environment in contrast to part 1′s modest clothing/scene (the first header in this post).

i found this scene, but actually, this scene portrays the Crown Prince and the Princess, not y/n. So, the actors weren’t smiling at all! They were actually frowning at eachother in this scene, to portray the tension between the two characters and their marriage.

So, I took the extra step, adjusting the pic with VSCO so that their shoulders/chins were at the same level, cropped off their faces up until their lips, and then used the adobe photoshop free app to photoshop their lips to be SMILING at eachother!!!! subtle, but important!

call me crazy for taking that much time but i’m so proud of how it turned out and i loved every second of making this one. that way, this scene makes it portray the happy ending for Jungkook and y/n!

adding text to your header

you can use any app out there, but i really like Font Candy! I actually ended up buying the 2$ version of this and never regretted it, but you can actually find a lot of their basic fonts on the free version; I tend to use the fonts: OSTRICH SANS, BEBAS, TREND, and INTRO the most! these are pretty clean-looking, block letters that look good whenever i put them as my titles.

I love this app too cause you can easily control the spacing between letters to make them take up more space, add shadows, or even make them contrast their background using the overlay feature; like this one i made for wildest dreams (see how the text changes depending on what part of the photo its on? amazing! it’s literally with a click of a button!!)

And i’ll always add “written by HAYJEON” or “by HAYEJON”, space it out, and add it somewhere underneath as my own branding.

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if you want to be more creative, you can even go a step further and use whatever you have on hand to enhance whatever you’re trying to portray.

for this one, i ended up finding this amazing photo on unsplash and i thought it would do a create job of portraying the “movie-set” quality of what wildest dreams is going to be about. this stock photo had someone else’s names on it, so i used my ipad, and used instagram to just erase the existing writing with the color of the background, and then wrote in my own title and url with my own handwriting/apple pen!!!

i thought this was pretty cool because it’s like wildest dreams is its own movie/has its own movie set, which, once it’s out, you guys will see that it’s supposed to be!

saving/uploading

this is pretty easy/obvious, but i figured i’d mention it. all the apps i mentioned are available on the appstore, and they will save directly to your photos. after doing that, i’ll just upload them into a special folder i have on my google drive so that when i’m finished writing a fic on tumblr using my laptop, i can easily download the photos without sacrificing quality. easy!

and that way, i can save them forever; even if i have to delete them from my computer, i can always redownload them!

side note: making text separators

i just recently started doing this, but ever since tumblr took down their text separators, i’ve just been cropping the bottom like 5-10 pixels of the header to use as my text separators! (with my laptop)

i saw some other writer doing it and thought that it looked better than what i had used previously (a cropped photo of a random line i found on google); i found that doing this tied my fics together a little better and just looked better aesthetically;

so there it is! hope you enjoyed! :) i would love to see what other tips you guys have been using, feel free to send me an ask or reply to this post; and if you end up using any of my tips, please let me know! I love to hear from you guys all the time <3

lots of love, especially during these times,

hay <3

#writing tips #story talk

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frasier-crane-style · 4 years ago

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Terminator: Dark Fate

I have no idea how TSCC came up with two seasons’ worth of innovative scenarios about Terminators and these cinematic universe motherfuckers can only redo T2 with more CGI.

This movie is plotless. It has no real plot. It’s like Now That’s What I Call A Terminator Movie! There are so many callbacks and borrowings from all the other Terminator movies that it passes the point of homage and just becomes plagiarism. The bad Terminator is the same as the T-X, metal endoskeleton with a T-1000 shell. They kill him with a Terminator power core. They say Come With Me If You Want To Live and I’ll Be Back (twice! It’s the first thing Sarah Connor says and it makes no sense in context, it’s just something people say in Terminator movies). In fact, it has anti-plot, since it undoes a lot of the story developments in Terminator and T2.

The premise is basically just we’re going to remake Terminator 1, but people don’t like reboots, so we’re going to bring back Linda Hamilton and make it a technically kinda sorta sequel (sure, Skynet was wiped from existence, but another, completely different, yet exactly the same AI called Legion was created and did the exact same thing. Which also happened in T3, but they had the decency to still call it Skynet). But otherwise, it’s entirely people being chased by an evil robot from the future and trying to destroy it.

That’s it. That’s all there is to it. T2 had the whole thing about preventing Judgment Day before it happened. T3 had Judgment Day actually happen. This one, nothing. There is nothing going on under the surface other than a bunch of action sequences and explosions. Even T3 got some mileage out of the idea that Judgment Day was inevitable. Here, our cast learns that Judgment Day was already ‘averted’ once slash that it’s destined to be repeated and they basically go “Eh. Figures.” I’m not kidding.

Wait, that’s not fair. Let’s count out the TWEEESTS.

1. In a very contrived way, the script waits an hour and a half to actually explain why heroine Dani has been targeted for termination--you know, the thing Kyle Reese explained to Sarah Connor the moment they were out of danger--all to set up this big ‘reveal’ that Dani isn’t the NuSarah, she’s the NuJohn (yes, they actually say this aloud, just so you soup sandwich motherfuckers in the audience get it). Hear that, neckbeards, John Connor is now a woman! And Mexican! And she’s got a bit of a gay vibe, because it’s 2019 and God forbid we have a heroine that isn’t a bit bicurious. If she has a cock and balls, my bingo card will be a winner.

2. Months after killing John Connor and thus completing his mission, an Arnold-model Terminator started a family (wow, that was quick) and learned the value of human life and eventually switched sides. This is a crazy new idea that also happened in Terminator: Genebissss, so it’s done and dusted in ten minutes, even though Arnold is the most engaging character. (He’s saddled with a lot of yuk lines about how he’s a comically serious Terminator, yet (teehee) works as an interior decorator, but at least he has a personality.)

3. The other good Terminator is Grace, who needs meds to keep up her cyborg strength or she’ll crash (this never affects the plot) (it’s like they read something about Rey Palpatine having no flaws and so they decided to give Grace the ‘flaw’ of literally having her own Kryptonite). She’s not a Terminator, she’s an augmented human, which means she can make MCU-style wisecracks every five minutes. (”I didn’t hear anything.” “That’s because you’re not a cybernetic super soldier from the future.” Actual dialogue.)

4. Linda Hamilton is back, baby! Yes, that’s right, they dragged her away from doing guest spots on Lost Girl! Can you believe???? She’s become a Terminator hunter that ambushes Terminators as they come back from the future and destroys them, because Skynet was both able to send back an infinite number of Terminators AND because now they can easily be destroyed by one five-hundred-year-old woman.

This makes it a bit confusing why they have so much trouble taking out Ghost Rider, given that he’s a T-1000 skin with a creamy T-800 center. It seems like if you hammer him enough, he’s got no endoskeleton, and that’s all she wrote. That’s what happened to the T-X. Can his liquid metal skin just walk around without the other half of him? If so, what’s the point of the endoskeleton? The T-1000 managed without it and that seemed a lot harder to kill. At one point, Sarah hits the bare endoskeleton with a bazooka, which seems like it should’ve been a mortal blow, but it’s the first act, so I guess not.

And is it supposed to be funny that the opening takes place in a car factory where (in 2019!) the human workers are losing their assembly line jobs to machines? Because they’re all Mexicans? None of them ever look at a Terminator and go THEY TOOK OUR JOBS, but man, that one is all teed up for the Rifftrax boys.

For a movie with, as I said, no plot, it’s very rushed. They seem to be saying “yeah, it’s a dumb Terminator movie, you know the score,” (even tho it’s halfway aimed at people who aren’t Terminator fans; more on that in a minute) because it seems to take all of ten minutes for both good guys and bad guys to find Dani and start getting into CGI stunt double fights, which means the story has very little time to breathe and we have very little time to get to know any of the characters. The bad guy spawns practically at Dani’s front door! And pretty much does everything by massacring a bunch of people and then hacking a computer. The T-1000 had some intelligence, some charisma. This guy’s a big nothing.

And the Dani character is useless. She starts the story already super assertive, is barely traumatized at all by her loved ones being killed and her own life being endangered. There’s none of that relatable feel of an everyman suddenly being told they have a grand destiny and an incredible responsibility, because right from the start she’s standing up to her mean boss and doing the Nevertheless She Persisted thing. And all this while being literally five feet tall and looking all of twelve years old.

I love these Spy Kids movies.

And at least the original two movies were smart enough to leave the future John Connor mostly to the imagination. This one actually shows us Dani as grizzled military badass, beating up guys and delivering inspiring speeches (would it surprise you to know that humans fighting among each other “is exactly what Legion wants”?), and it’s just--oh man. If ever a political leader is enough to make people think back to the good old days of Trump and Biden...

And if we’re going to talk shit (rightfully) about Jai Courtney’s Kyle Reese not being at all scruffy or traumatized or feral, it should be noted that Grace seems pretty well-adjusted for a post-apocalyptic guerrilla fighter (who all wear Starship Trooper uniforms). Aside from a tendency to smash the face in of everyone she comes across, whether they’ve done anything to deserve it or not (Sample dialogue, to a doctor who is looking at her X-rays after performing life-saving surgery on her: “Did I give you permission to look at my private parts?” SMASH. No, really!)

They really go all in on this cringey, woke af “You’re not the mother of some MAN, Dani. YOU ARE THE FUTURE!” And yet, there’s a hilarious amount of toxic masculinity in this movie, just without the dongs. About every other line Sarah and Grace have is generic tough guy bullshit about how they’re going to kick someone’s ass, how they’re suspicious of someone, how they’re hostile towards someone. If they had dongs, you would think they were the smallest dongs possible, because they are compensating for something, BIG TIME. Between the T-800 and Sarah and Grace, everyone in this movie seems to outright hate each other, to the point that Arnold’s killer cyborg is one of the more pleasant characters. It gets to where you just want someone to order a fucking decaf. Does the fact that Sarah Connor has a vagina keep it from being ridiculously over the top how she spends all her time either blowing up robots or drinking herself into a stupor? C’mon. You can’t complain about male characters having ‘man-pain’ then give Bad Grandma a pass over her ovaries.

And that’s it. It’s a Brundlefly shit between yet another dumb girlpower reboot for the people who’ve never seen a Terminator movie and a sequel with Sarah and Uncle Bob to try and get that last drop of blood outta this stone. They’re trying to make something that appeals to both people for whom this is their first Terminator and people for whom this is their latest Terminator and it just doesn’t work. The newbies don’t have any emotional investment in these characters and the Terminator fans don’t like it that all the old movies were rendered meaningless to prop up Grace and Dani.

Hilariously enough, I actually played Terminator: Resistance recently, which is a fun little mid-tier shooter that was meant to tie in to this movie... and it completely ignores all the Dani/Grace/Legion BS to take place in John Connor’s future war and tie in to the first two movies. That’s how forgettable this movie is. Its own damn video game adaptation pretends it doesn’t exist. Fuuuck.

Oh! Oh! Oh! And in that big, bad, sexist original Terminator, which was so unwoke and problematic, Sarah saved herself and finished off the Terminator herself. Here, Dani has to be saved by Arnold at the climax. The 35-year-old movie is more feminist than this one. Fuck you very much.

#terminator

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