#i followed 'don't like don't read' like a fucking champ

[ohnonotyou]

While I agree that cruelty is a major part of it, I don't think it's the actual point.

From what I've seen, collecting more people to jump on a person that anti's deem 'bad' is the point.

Cruelty is the choice of method they use, and it works because others don't want that cruelty pointed at them.

The majority of people will say no to someone politely asking something especially if they appear distant by just providing logic (even if it's heavily flawed), but if someone starts screaming 'think of the children! They're monsters hell bent on profiting off of survivors!' and starts waving pitchforks and torches at /one/ person or a small group of people, then others are more likely to step forward and join them.

And if you've been swallowed into a group of antis and you go 'huh, this actually is a bit much' then you're /inside/ the mob filled with pitchforks and torches.

Realistically I think the major issue is how people's online life has been so intrinsically embedded into their personal life. And how as a society we're unable to separate the two.

You don't walk up to someone watching Game of Thrones and go 'ah so you support rape and sexual assault and beheadings and etc.' we've moved on from that, but now it's 'ah you read fanfic about X so you support x'

It's the same old song and dance, and eventually it'll move on from fanfic to something else. It sucks, it really fucking sucks, but it's a a cycle that I highly doubt will be broken.

Realistically, the only thing that can stop antis is basically what we're doing now. Talking about it, supporting creators that are being targeted, showing them that they're the minority so no not everyone thinks like that and for fucks sake would you just pick up any kind of history book and use whatever critical thinking skills you've got and fuck off?

this callout couldve been a block button

[quickstappen]

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A/N: hello, welcome to another smau i guess, enjoy? this is the real reason why the latest part of carved my name was up so late yall ;) oscar won his first race and i had to do something!! i'm sorry to all the carlos fans, but someone's gotta be the bad guy, yk?

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december 2019

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paola_sainz I can't believe it is time to go, it still doesn't feel real. Thank you for those amazing years together, for the memories and happiness, I couldn't wish for better team, better friends, I love you all and I'll miss you tremendously. Cheers to the next chapter in our lives.

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prema_team We'll miss you vice-champ! Make sure to visit when you're around ❤️

↳ paola_sainz of course! I'll visit so much you'll get sick of me ;)

sainzssss_ noooooooo, what???

shithappens what. the. fuck.

carlossainz55 Excited for your new journey! Now you can spend more time in my garage 🔥😎

↳ paola_sainz yeah, im so excited too!

↳ quickstappen this seems... dry

↳ albono_23 right???

ilpredestinatox oh noo! you were the reason i decided to follow my dreams and go to college for mechanical engineering, i can't believe you're not gonna be racing anymore

↳ paola_sainz oh sweetie, i'm so glad you're following your dreams! dm me if you have any enfeneering problems - i can ask around and get back to you ;)

↳ nyoomf1 she's so sweet 🥹

arthur_leclerc I'll miss your annoying face you know? (only a tiny bit)

↳ paola_sainz acting like you won't see me at basically every race anyway (i'll miss you too) 🤍

↳ arthur_leclerc 🤍

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february 2024

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paola_sainz does it ever drive you crazy...?

3 years ago i was broken beyond recognition, i lost my purpose and will to carry on, i thought that without racing i was noone. to think that the same girl just sold out her first collection of athletic wear is absolutely crazy, i can't believe how far we've come and i can't wait to see what else we can do

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carlando333 girl 💀💀

↳ ilpredestinatox what do you mean, tf

↳ carlando333 Carlos literally just lost his seat for next year

↳ ilpredestinatox well, this is not carlos' page is it? she's not his keeper, she's allowed to be her own person

cuddlyxricc can she like,, read the room?

byelandoo lol, she does not care about the ferrari drama AT ALL

carlove55 are you gonna comment on the carlos situation??

shithappens she looked so happy when she was racing 🥺 i still can't accept that i'll never see her in a f1 car

↳ quickstappen right??

arthur_leclerc i am going to model the next collection

↳ paola_sainz don't know if you've noticed, but i make WOMEN'S athletic wear

↳ arthur_leclerc you just don't want to see me slay

↳ paola_sainz do not say slay ever again

charlosp1 💀

spanishxbabe so Carlos means nothing to you?

jensonbutton So proud! Brittany loves her set 🧡

↳ paola_sainz 🧡

charles_leclerc Knew you could do it Lola 🤍

↳ paola_sainz thank you for believing in me Charlie 🤍

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paola_sainz oh baby, how good to see you again!

(also, charles_leclerc go and win me a race please, i don't know how many forza ferrari sempre's i have left in me)

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shithappens i'm sorry, is that a man? with my wife?

quickstappen queen is back in paddock!

arthur_leclerc so the ones with me in them were not good enough to make it, but the random one with him tying you're shoelaces made it?

↳ paola_sainz guess so, try harder next time

screwderriaf1 she's so real for that, Charles for WDC2024

↳ ilpredestinatox GIRL, be so fr rn

↳ screwderriaf1 just let me dream man

carlando333 oh come on! she doesn't care about carlos at all! fucking snake, thinking she's better than him🐍

logansargeant nice of you to visit old friends

↳ paola_sainz we're literally going for lunch tomorrow?

↳ sheilaxf1 they know each other??

↳ lewibear yeahh, since her time at prema i'm pretty sure

charles_leclerc Yeah, no pressure right

↳ paola_sainz you know it ;)

charlosp1 did she really say that she wishes that charles won and not her brother who's fighting for his future this season 💀

redmilton Paola Sainz soft launching a white man in the year 2024 was not on my bingo card

cuddlyxricc sorry but first no comment on carlos' seat and now this? yeah no, not cool

elmatadorf1 traitor! rooting for charles when your brother lost his seat because of him 🐍

madi_races is my girlfriend in a relationship with a.... man??

predestined55 absolutely no honour, not surprised tbh after seeing who she hangs out with 🐍

darth_nando can we please stop mentioning Carlos in every comment section under her posts? it's so unnecessary

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Pog Champ

Fandom: Stranger Things (Gamer/Streamer/Modern AU)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: You're a Twitch streamer and have been looking to collab with other streamers. You decide to message some of the streamers you watch and follow. To your surprise, some of them reply and agree for a collab. One of those people being Eddie Munson. Based off my imagine here.

A/N: I guess it's a mini series because I didn't want this to end up being a long ass oneshot! So it'll be like 3-5 parts....

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Now that you've grown in your following and viewership, you've hired a team to help you work through the industry. Your manager and publicist both suggested that you start reaching out to streamers that you watch for some collaborations.

You've dm'ed many streamers and influencers. Some have declined, which was a little disheartening. But there were also some that agreed and you worked to schedule something.

One of them was EddieTheBanished aka Eddie Munson. He was big in the RPG community, playing games like World of Warcraft, Dark Souls, or even streaming his own D&D campaign with some of his friends and mods.

You've always wanted to get into D&D but didn't know anyone who played. You took this opportunity to message him on twitter:

CyberCat: hey! I've been following you for a whi-

You pause and start deleting your message and restart again:

CyberCat: hello! i'm messaging you to talk-

No no. It's giving "I wanna take a minute to talk about your car's extended warranty."

"Uuuuggghh!" You throw your head back onto your pillow, staring up at your ceiling.

Just be casual. It's no big deal...except it was because you're kind of a fan of Eddie's and you enjoy his streams.

You just decide to type out:

CyberCat: Hi Eddie! I'm a streamer and I enjoy your content. Wanna collab some time?

Send.

You toss your phone to the foot of your bed like it was on fire. Okay. You did it.

You decide to slide off your bed and head to your streaming desk in the corner of your room. Time to play some games and stream just to drown away your anxiety and anticipation.

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It's Thursday which means it's Eddie's day off from streaming. However, he's still in his streaming room, but he's sitting at his desk strumming his guitar trying to figure out the next verse of the song he's working on.

He's been stumped on this song for a while. He started it weeks ago, but still hasn't finished it. Aside from streaming, music was another one of his passions. He didn't really share this side of himself too much online. But everyone who knew him in real life knew about his love for music, specifically metal and heavy rock.

Eddie lets out a long, deep sigh as he erases another line of lyrics. Frustrated, he places his guitar to the side and picks up his phone.

He taps on twitter and immediately goes to the mentions tab. He sees that he's been tagged in a tweet of a Twitch clip.

He taps on it and it's you, a streamer that he watches and follows, talking, "Yeah so I DM'ed a few streamers for collabs because my team says I should start dipping my toes into collabs." You pause and read off chat, "Who did I DM?"

You cover your mouth with a smirk, "I don't think I should say." You read chat again, "Give you some names? Okay, fuck it, I highly doubt they'd see this! So, I DM'ed Tinakitten, CinnaBrit, MayaHiga, oh, and EddieTheBanished! And tbh, guys, I was the most nervous about DM'ing Eddie. Because I really-okay I watch all of the streamers I named, but I resonate more with Eddie's content. He's cool and funny and he plays Dungeons and Dragons! I've always wanted to learn how to play. So yeah, I don't think he'll see my DM though."

The clip ends and Eddie immediately goes to his DMs. He taps on the "Verified" tab and sees that your DM is the first one at the top. He sees your message and can't help but smile. You're a fan of him and he's a bit of a fan of yours as well. So this is a little surreal for him.

Before he responds, he wants to see if you're still streaming. He pulls up your Twitch account and you have a little under three thousand viewers. You have always had a good amount of people in your community.

Your face pops up. You had just started stream and so you're just chatting with chat.

"Okay, so we have a few things on the list of what I can do for these collabs. What else do you have for me, guys, come on! Lay it on me!"

You're wearing headphones with cat ears on them, an homage to your Twitch username CyberCat.

Your eyes are skimming through the messages that are coming through and your eyes widen, "Wait, why are you guys saying 'Hi, Eddie'?! Please don't tell me he's here!" You hide your face with your hands for a moment, "Oh God. You guys sent him a clip, didn't you?!"

Eddie chuckles and decides to type in chat:

EddieTheBanished: people tagged me in your clip on twitter.

"Goddammit! Guys, I told you not to! You fucking traitors!"

Eddie snorts and types another message:

EddieTheBanished: so about this collab, what did you have in mind?

"What did I have in mind? Well, I mean, if you're down, maybe you can hold a D&D oneshot campaign with me? I've always wanted to play and I don't know anyone who's played. You're also like the number one Twitch streaming DM, in my opinion."

EddieTheBanished: I'm down. I'll reply to your twitter DM with my discord and we can flush out the details there.

"O-Okay! Sounds good!"

EddieTheBanished: have a good rest of your stream!

"Thanks so much! Have a good day!"

Before closing Twitch, he decides gift a hundred subs.

"Holy fuck! Eddie??? What the fuck! Thank you for the one hundred subs! Holy shit! You didn't have to do that!"

Your praises can't help but make Eddie feel pretty good about himself.

He simply sends a winky face in chat and then leaves.

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You end stream feeling like you're floating. EddieTheBanished, aka Eddie Munson, agreed to collab with you and you're STOKED!

You check your DM's and see that he replied with his discord. You add him as a friend and message him:

CyberCat: so you're serious about the collab right? because if you're not, then i'm gonna be super fucking bummed.

EddieTheBanished: I am serious! Are you serious about dipping your toes in D&D.

CyberCat: absolutely. i've watched your campaign streams and it looks so fun and chaotic!

EddieTheBanished: Alright. I'm going to send you a character sheet for you to fill out. If you have questions, just let me know, or we can set up a time to call and I'll walk you through it.

CyberCat: I'll fill it out the best that I can and then hit you up when I'll need help.

EddieTheBanished: [thumbs up]

You stare at your computer in amazement. You just scored your first collab and it's with one of your favorite streamers. Holy shit!

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For the next few weeks, you and Eddie were messaging each other back and forth. It was mainly you asking questions about the stats of your character, which would be best pertaining to the species you chose, etc.

He was very kind and helpful, not to mention he was funny. When you weren't streaming, you often found yourself giggling at your phone because of something Eddie texted.

What started off as a superficial crush started to develop into a real life one, but you couldn't let yourself become delusional. Eddie is, if anything, just an acquaintance, and he would probably never see you as something more. Especially since you two never even met in person and have only been chatting for two weeks.

No. This can't become something more.

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Eddie's face appears on screen and he waves, "Sup losers!" he exclaims while Metallica plays at a low volume in the background.

"Okay, so that oneshot D&D session with CyberCat is happening today. So be on your best behavior!" he points at the camera with a stern look, "We wanna make a good impression, right?!"

PreciousBlorboBoy: if she can handle you then she can handle us.

Eddie narrows his eyes at the screen, "Blorbo, what the fuck's that supposed to mean, huh?!"

There's a bunch of KEKW, LMAOs, and peepo laugh emotes in the chat.

TearStainedGuitar: isn't she a fan of yours? so she should know how we are!

"Regardless! I wanna make sure she has a good experience here, okay?! This is her first collab as a streamer so it's a big deal. Plus...she's cool. So we have to be cool too."

MysticBiter: dude is so stressed about this collab

"I'm not stressed! I just wanna make sure CyberCat's first collab stream is good!"

PreciousBlorboBoy: guys he's blushing so hard.

"I'M NOT BLUSHING!"

He hears the familiar ding from Discord letting him know that you joined the call.

"Who's blushing?" you ask.

"No one! No one's blushing!" He quickly replies.

You chuckle, "Okaaaay?"

He nervously clears his throat, "SO you wanna introduce yourself to my chat while I set this up?"

"Sure!" You clear your throat and begin the introduction, "Hi everyone! I'm CyberCat. You can call me Cat or Y/N. I also stream on Twitch. I'm a variety gamer and I like to play games like Fortnite, Animal Crossing, Infinity Nikki, Valorant, stuff like that. Other than gaming, I love blind boxes, reading, going to cafes, and thrifting! Uuuuhhh, was there anything else you wanted me to say, Eddie?"

"I'm still setting up the screenshare sooo, uh, tell us what you're currently reading?"

"...I don't think I should say."

Eddie pauses and smirks, "Is it fairy porn?"

"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE FAIRY PORN?!"

Chat is flooded with "?????", "HUUUUUH?" and "AYO??"

He cackles, "I've seen TikToks, I know that some of you book girls are into freaky stuff."

"TO BE FAIR, I don't explicitly read fairy porn...I read other stuff like-"

"Alien porn?" Eddie finishes with a snicker.

"No! Oh my God. Stop it!"

"Relax, Cat. I'm just messing with you. You ready for this?"

"Yeah! Let's do this!"

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Your POV

"Hello hello!" you wave at your camera, "You guys ready for my first ever collab stream?"

Your chat fills with emotes of chibi you cheering and smiling.

"Good! I'm glad! So, this goes without saying that we need to make a good impression. So if you chat hop, don't be weird or mean. Gotta make a good impression with Eddie and his community. Got it?"

EchoKnight: you nervous?

"Kinda! I mean, Eddie and I have been messaging each other on the side. He helped me create my character and answered all my questions. Oh God, I was being SO annoying to him. Just bombarding him with questions! But he was always so nice and understanding, so I don't feel as nervous as I felt when I first asked him to collab with me."

ZeniPenny: is it weird since you'd watch him on twitch and now you're collabing?

"Not really? I mean, I've gotten to know him more than like just what he's showed and talked about on stream. So that's cool. Anyway, it's getting close to the start time so I'm gonna hop into the Discord call."

"-BLUSHING!"

Your brows furrow, "Who's blushing?" you ask.

"No one! No one's blushing!" He quickly replies.

You chuckle, "Okaaaay?" You click around, setting up the video call on Discord. You have a duel camera setup. One on your face and one pointing down at your desk, focusing on your deskmat and the various dice.

He nervously clears his throat, "SO you wanna introduce yourself to my chat while I set this up?"

"Sure!" You clear your throat, sitting up in your chair more, staring at the screen, "Hi everyone! I'm CyberCat. You can call me Cat or Y/N. I also stream on Twitch. I'm a variety gamer and I like to play games like Fortnite, Animal Crossing, Infinity Nikki, Valorant, stuff like that. Other than gaming, I love blind boxes, reading, going to cafes, and thrifting! Uuuuhhh, was there anything else you wanted me to say, Eddie?"

"I'm still setting up the screenshare sooo, uh, tell us what you're currently reading?"

You pause, rolling you lips inward, "...I don't think I should say."

Eddie asks, "Is it fairy porn?"

You slam your hands on your desk and exclaim into your mic, "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE FAIRY PORN?!"

Your chat floods with question marks, LMAOs, and a blushing peepo emote.

Eddie cackles in response, "I've seen TikToks, I know that some of you book girls are into freaky stuff."

You shake your head, "TO BE FAIR, I don't explicitly read fairy porn...I read other stuff like-"

"Alien porn?" Eddie finishes with a snicker.

"No!" you run your hands down your face, "Oh my God. Stop it!" you could feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

ZeniPenny: ...i'm getting secondhand embarrassment

You mute yourself on Discord to scold chat, "Chat, shut the fuck up! We're not bringing this up ever!"

You hear Eddie, "Relax, Cat. I'm just messing with you. You ready for this?"

You unmute yourself to respond, "Yeah! Let's do this!"

[pfhwrittes]

retail hell reader is being bothered by an uncomfortably friendly customer and tf141 handle it in their own ways.

warnings: female!reader (she/her pronouns) isn’t being overtly harassed but you know when a man is being too interested and too friendly? its that. egregious use of scots as inspired by still game, pet names “love”, “hen” and “bonnie girl” used to refer to f!reader.

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pairings: kyle garrick x reader, john mactavish x reader, simon riley x reader, john price x reader.

each reader x named character interaction should be read as a standalone but i stuck them all together as they were too short to post individually in my opinion.

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this customer is making you nervous as fuck. you don't think you've been inappropriate with him in any way, just polite and friendly as you sorted out his refund. the problem is that he's massive, easily taller than simon by a couple of inches and he keeps looming over you blaming his difficulty understanding english as to why he keeps getting closer and closer. he's practically mounting the customer service desk to peer down at you (and you have a horrible feeling he's trying to get a look down your polo top).

you're beginning to panic so you do the only thing you think to do (which admittedly is pretty stupid looking back on it) and make your excuses to leave the customer service desk to find one of your friends. or at least find a colleague who will act as a witness if this guy gets any creepier.

gaz handles it like a champ. as soon as he spots the creep following you around he's there. arm around your shoulders and tucking you into his side at the kitchen consultant's desk. his customer service smile is fixed on his face and he refuses to even acknowledge this giant arsehole of a man, just keeps talking to you softly and shows you the kitchen he’s working on. kyle’s beautiful brown eyes only briefly leave your face so he can point out another favourite part of his design, he never once looks over at the creep. it works to soothe you, especially being so close to him. after ten minutes of being blatantly ignored, the creep walks off muttering under his breath. hopefully he’s left the store but unfortunately it’s around that time that kyle has a couple walk up to him asking him if he’s free for a drop in consultation. before he agrees he checks in with a gentle “you alright if i take this appointment, yeah? come straight back if that guy is still hanging around. i’ll deal with him.” he looks so serious you believe him. you reassure him that you’ll be fine and he gives your arm a gentle squeeze before you separate from his warmth already missing the slightly woody scent of his cologne. before you’re completely out of earshot you hear the couple cooing over how cute kyle was with you and his reply of “well, it’s not exactly hard when she’s one of my favourite colleagues…” and the fondness in his voice makes your cheeks heat up. 

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johnny nearly trips over you as you’re crouched behind the paint desk. “steamin’ jesus, what’re ya daein’ under there hen?” you hush him quickly and silently with a finger raised to your lips. you don’t want to speak because you know the giant is still out there looking for you, you thought you’d given him the slip near the paint brushes but then he’d rounded the end of the aisle so you darted for the relative safety of the paint desk. johnny crouches down next to you and whispers “are we hidin’ from someone? is it simon?” you shake your head and go to answer him but then your blood runs cold as you hear that familiar accented voice. “excuse me? i was wondering if you might help, i’m looking for the fräulein who was helping me?” johnny shoots a look at you and you squish yourself further into the corner of the desk hoping against hope that johnny won’t give you away. thankfully, johnny straightens up from behind the desk with his most charming customer service grin “sorry pal, i’ve no’ seen her. ‘s only me on the desk the day.” the creep sounds nonplussed at johnny’s thick glaswegian accent (you’ve certainly never heard it ramped up like that in all the times you’ve spoken with him) and a little crestfallen when he starts to reply with “oh, perhaps you’d be good enough to -” johnny interrupts him, voice still pitched in a friendly manner but you can hear an undercurrent of tension “naw, sorry pal. i’m busy pitin’ the hems oan the tins. is there anythin’ i can dae fer ye mixin’ wise?” there’s a moment of silence and you watch johnny’s smile slowly slip off his face, his lips thinning into a stern line. “ah, um. no thank you. perhaps she will find me.” the creep sounds a little nervous now if the uncomfortable laugh he lets out is any indication. “aye right. well i’d best be lettin’ you get oan then eh?” johnny shifts on his feet slightly so his calf brushes up against your arm. after another tense moment you hear the lumbering footsteps of the giant move away from the desk. johnny looks down at you with a mischievous grin, “i’ve got to say bonnie girl, you look a right sight down there.” you only feel a little bit bad when you punch him lightly in the leg and he yelps in shock as the blush on your cheeks spreads down your neck. 

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simon is less than impressed when you duck under the chain across the warehouse doors and flatten yourself against the noticeboard out of view from the shop floor. “you stupid? chains up which means the forklift is out so you need to be too.” he’s pissed off and thinking about how much paperwork he’ll have to fill out now because you didn’t bother to think about the cameras in your dash for safety. he takes a big step towards you before swerving off to the side to block the customer that has just appeared at the chain. “the fuck do you want?” he practically snarls. ‘this isn’t the fucking caff.” simon squares his shoulders and glares at the oversized dickhead that’s wasting his time. “well? can’t you fuckin’ read? staff access only. and you’re not staff so fuck off.” simon barks at the man, not letting him get a word in edgewise to start bitching about stock or whatever it is that he wants. simon couldn’t give a shit, he just wants the customer (and you) to fuck off promptly so he can start moving pallettes around. the customer just blinks and takes several steps back before turning away. you let out a shaky sigh and thank simon quietly. simon hums in acknowledgement and sweeps a critical eye down your lightly trembling form. “he botherin’ ya?” at your nod he hums again before jerking his head towards the back of the warehouse “go put a hi-vis on and sit in the office, i’ll come get you when i’m done on the ‘lift.”. when simon comes back into the office two paper cups of tea in hand thirty minutes later, you offer him a small smile and catch his lips twitch up briefly before he turns away to plunk his cup down on top of a cluttered filing cabinet. 

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price practically walks into you as you come flying around the end of the plumbing aisle. it’s unusual to see you so far away from the customer service desk and looking so flustered. “alright, love?” his hand is on your elbow as he asks. you crane your neck round to look behind you, too worried about that customer to enjoy his large warm hand on your bare skin. price straightens up and drops his hand away from you when he spots a customer behind you, in his opinion the customer is moving a little too fast to be considered casual. price bristles slightly when he catches the dark look on the gentleman’s face. oh no, he doesn’t like the look of this one at all. especially when you look at price and mouth “help” quickly. price steps forward and puts you at his back, blocking the creep from getting any closer. “can i help you, mate?” his gruff voice is just shy of sounding friendly and you watch his back muscles shift under the black polo top he’s wearing. “no thank you, i wanted to speak with the little woman some more.” god the customer is weird, you shudder a little at being referred to as a “little woman”. price shifts to block the customer’s view of you more fully as he does you notice the back of price’s neck has gone a little red. “not possible. i need her for a job.” price’s words sound like they’re being ground out through gritted teeth in response. “i’m sure simon would be more than willing to help you.” you jolt a little when you spot simon at the customer’s shoulder. a man shouldn’t be able to move so silently in steel toed safety boots. you catch a brief wince flicker across the customer’s face when simon’s hand comes down on his shoulder, slightly too hard to be entirely polite. “ah, um, yes. perhaps that’s for the best.” simon leads the customer away and you step up beside price to thank him. he looks deadly serious when he turns to face you “any time love.” his stern blue stare softens slightly and you’re sure you catch his gaze flicker to your mouth briefly before he clears his throat and turns away “c’mon then. back to the returns desk with you.”. 

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AN: i have very much hidden from customers in the warehouse and behind the paint desk at B&Q. don’t be like reader (or me) and hide in the goods-in area, you will get shouted at for it. 

translation for johnny’s scots: “pitin’ the hems oan” = putting the hems on, meaning to put something in order or to restrain something/someone.

[ageingfangirl2]

A Little Goes A Long Way! Buggy (OPLA)

SMUT! A week has passed since a drunken encounter between you and your captain occurred and he's all you have on your mind, little do you know your captain feels the same way. Buggy x Reader (Female)

Part 2

Y/N

It had been a week since you'd gotten drunk with the crew after a successful raid that came with a lot of treasure. It had been a week since you drunkenly told your captain that you wanted him to fuck you and that you craved him, and the captain followed through fucking you beneath the deck. It had been a week since he left dark hickeys on your inner thighs, chest and neck that had only started to fade recently. It had been a week since your last interaction, and you weren't sure if he regretted that night because his orders came from other crew members.

There was one thing you were sure of and that was that you couldn't get him off your mind. He was like a drug and you were addicted. Maybe you'd been at sea too long and needed a release. You would fool around when you docked in a port with random guys, but the captain made those guys seem like boys and sex wouldn't be the same unless it was with him.

You weren't the only female crew member, but you'd been around the longest. Of course, Buggy had screwed them, and they had stories to tell that only piqued your interest. Alvida was the only one who didn't have an interest in him that way. The other crew were more feminine than you, but you could draw an eye or two, choosing to make men come to you and not the other way around. But here you were debating going to Buggy and begging for round two.

'y/n can you do me a favour?' Alvida asks, popping her head around the kitchen door.

You stop chopping vegetables and face her smiling, the two of you got along really well since she joined, 'Anything for you Alvida.'

She winks at you, 'I was asked to gather intel on our next target from a guy in town. Can you deliver it to the captain please, I'm going back into town.'

she slaps some documents down on a barrel and you roll your eyes, 'Of course, go get laid.'

She blows you a kiss, 'See you tomorrow beautiful, don't do anything I wouldn't do.'

You laugh at her antics as she vanishes. You finish chopping the vegetables before picking up the documents. It looked like you had an excuse to see Buggy, you just weren't sure what was going to happen.

BUGGY

Running a ship was hard work. Yes, we had a success last week but now we need to move on to the next target. Alvida should have something for me, though I wasn't quite sure where the damn woman was. Working also got my mind off y/n of all people. They'd been on the crew for a couple of years, mainly helping in the kitchen and showing impressive knife skills in shows. They put up with my rants, and flirting and took punishments like a champ. I never once pursued them, unlike other female crew members out of respect. So imagine my surprise when a week ago when they were drunk they came up to me and said they wanted to fuck and had been thinking about me for a while.

I'm a man and gave into my carnal desires, taking y/n in the shadows, pounding into them as they begged for more. I left marks all over their body, and they were beautiful in the light of day when they weren't covered. But for a week now I'd been ignoring them, assuming that once sober they had regrets.

'Captain can I come in?' y/n calls out, knocking on the door.

Well, this would be interesting. I take a deep breath, 'come in.'

y/n walks in smiling, they are always a happy person, and this makes it hard to read them, 'Alvida's a little busy and asked me to deliver this intel.'

y/n puts the folder on the desk but doesn't immediately leave. I sit back in my chair and smirk, 'something else on your mind?'

y/n closes their eyes and takes a deep breath before pointing an accusing finger my way, 'I'm all over the place and it's your fault.'

My smirk reaches my ears and I chuckle, 'Mmm, it's not all on me, you know y/n,' I say teasingly, 'I was minding my own business having a couple of drinks when you came onto me. Been thinking about me all week have you?'

y/n opens their eyes and a blush gives them away. I detach a hand and use it to pull them towards me, forcing them onto my lap which they straddle without any further prompting.

I unbutton their shorts and slip my fingers inside, shocked to find them not wearing any underwear, 'dirty girl.'

y/n bites their lip, 'I need to do laundry, this wasn't planned.'

I nod along, mischief in my eyes, 'You didn't lock the door. Do you want someone to walk in on us?'

This wasn't my first rodeo, I knew exactly where to touch, rub, pinch and how much pressure to apply to the clit to get certain responses. y/n was putty in my hands whimpering and trying to keep control, but this was my fight to win.

I lick my lips, 'answer me. Do you want to get caught with your captain? Do you want the crew to think you're another whore for my dick?'

y/n's whimpers were enough to get me hard, but they still kept eye contact which was hot, '...maybe...right now...I want you inside me...'

I don't give any warning before I move away from the clit and thrust two fingers inside their tight warm cunt, 'BUGGY!' they squeal loudly, and squirm on my lap.

'Tell me what you want,' I whisper, voice low, and y/n shudders beneath me.

'...faster...please...' they beg and a moan slips out.

I add a third finger and quicken the pace. Beads of sweat form on y/n's forehead as they come undone around me. y/n bucks their hips and grinds against me, 'FUCK!' I exclaim as y/n starts fucking themselves on my fingers matching my pace.

if anyone walked past my quarters right now all they'd hear were y/n's moans, 'You really are a dirty girl. So desperate and needy, I should have fucked you sooner,' I laugh.

With one more forceful thrust from me y/n cums on my fingers still inside them. They breathe heavily coming down from their high, the blissful look in their eyes turning me on even more, '...fuck...Buggy...'

I remove my slick fingers and bring them to my lips, licking them clean, 'so sweet. I didn't have to do much, you fucked yourself and it was hot.'

y/n's face turns a darker shade of red before they bury it in my chest in embarrassment at their slutty actions. I can't contain my laughter as I hold them against me and kiss the top of their head, 'next time I'm going to watch you finger fuck yourself y/n. You're captain's dirty girl now.

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1000 Followers!!!

Thank you all so much! I never thought I'd get this fair, haha. Here is a little drabble to celebrate!!

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Warning: Minors DNI, Fluff, mentions of sex, mentions of fetish, surprise: no smut

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Miguel had been standing in the corner for what felt like eternity. He couldn't find it in himself to move. It was if he was trapped in time. His attention was focused on you.

You were just sitting alone on a park bench, reading something on your tablet. There was a bright smile against your lips as your cheeks turned crimson. The wind blew gently against your face, causing you to constantly fix your hair.

Everything about you was just beautiful. Miguel had taken notice of you a while ago. He just had no idea how to approach you. You had started working at Alchemax and Miguel was smitten. You were so beautiful. Miguel just wanted to talk to you.

"Just go up and say hello." Miguel told himself, "You're fucking Spiderman for god's sake."

Miguel prepped himself up and proceeded to walk to you. You let out a small giggle, covering your mouth before quickly looking around. Miguel flinched as the two of you made eye contact. Miguel cleared his throat as you quickly put your tablet away.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." Miguel said. You just smiled towards him,

"You're Miguel, right? I've seen you a few times at work. I'm (Y/N)." You chirped, introducing yourself.

You couldn't believe it. The Miguel O'Hara was speaking to you. You had only fantasized about this moment. Miguel was a fucking god at Alchemex. He was sexy, smart and built like a champ. You dreamed of his arms squeezing your-

"S-So! Is there anything I could help you with?" You stuttered to ask, trying to push the dirty thoughts away. Miguel returned your smile,

"I was wondering if I could...take you out for a coffee?"

"Yes!" You chirped, then cleared your throat, "I mean, yes. I would love that."

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"If you don't mind me asking, what were you reading that had you smiling so lovely?" Miguel asked with a hum, watching your every move. Your cheeks started to burn,

"O-Oh, it was nothing...important." Biting your lower lip, you decided to be brave and bold, "Maybe I'll tell you...if we go out for a date?"

Miguel's eyes widen. This was going really smoothly. He took a sip of his coffee, agreeing to the idea. Miguel could hear your heart race as you quietly cheered to yourself. You were so cute. How could he have been so dumb and waited this long? The idea of you belonging to Miguel just sounded so right.

"How's Friday after work? Dinner and a movie?" Miguel offered. You fixed your hair,

"I'd love that."

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Miguel was a charmer. He had picked you up after work, dropped you off at your place, then returned to get you when you were ready. He even brought you flowers. Everything Miguel was doing was making your heart flutter. Now, you had to charm him. Miguel was letting you pick the movie.

"There are some...okay options," You mentioned, eyeing one particular movie, "Um..."

"Let's watch that one," Miguel pointed towards the movie you were glancing at, "You seem to be int-"

"W-We shouldn't! That...That movie is um...inappropriate."

Miguel laughed before grabbing your hand. His grip was tight, yet warm. Miguel had bought the tickets and brought you to your seats after getting some snacks. You sat side him, unable to calm down. You were positive that Miguel knew nothing of this movie. What if he decided to not want to see you again after this?

"Don't be nervous. It's just a movie." Miguel reassured you. You whimpered lowly, glancing up at him,

"A movie involving a lot of kinky sex." You whispered. Miguel quickly sat up as the lights dimmed, "I-I'm sorry. Um, remember you asked what I was reading at the park? It was smut. I, um, I'm really into kinky sex stories and....that...stuff....I-I know...I-I'm weird and-"

"It's fine," Miguel kissed your head, catching you off guard, "I'm not going to judge you on your tastes."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

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You were a blushing and giggling mess after the movie. You held your cheeks as you kept talking to Miguel about the movie. Miguel was happy that you were enjoying yourself; however, he had gotten hard during the movie imaging that it was you and him having sex. Miguel chuckled as you squealed lowly, talking about the end of the movie.

"So next date we can watch a similar movie," Miguel offered and noticed your shocked expression, "You're adorable when you talk about what you like. I'm glad to be able to see this side of you." He admitted. A smile creeped onto your face,

"Thanks, Miguel." You approached him and pecked his cheek, "I'll be happy to go on another date with you."

"Tuesday has Happy Hour at the bar across the street."

"Oof, isn't that the hefty work day filled with meetings?" You questioned. Miguel nodded, knowing that he was going to need the stress reliever,

"After work around 6?"

"Sounds like a date."

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I wanted to do something a little different than the smut! Thank you all again for the 1k followers! Can't wait to keep up the writing for you all!!!

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 4 A Locked-Room Mystery

You telling me I have to WAIT for new designs you kidding???

I have some 'neat plans' for MOTLE, idk might include New Fucked-Up Lore because what else is the cartoon for?? But I'll have to see

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Little Logico wanders outside, and is immediately grabbed!!

LOGICO: OH FUCK NO, I AM NOT A STUFFED ANIMAL!

As charming as that is, that’s not why the people picked him up. He’s under arrest! He’s thrown in a little jail cell - this is NOT the luxury prison Gico is used to. 

COPPER: THERE you are you little PRICK! LOGICO: OH GOOD GOD!

Yep, she’s here, alongside Champagne and Bluski. 

BLUSKI: Hey. CHAMPAGNE: Hi. LOGICO: Of course, of COURSE the usual suspects are following me. WHY AM I HERE?? PERSON: A prisoner has been murdered and you’re the murder person. LOGICO: Good to know. I blame Officer Copper. COPPER: Chillax, my brother. I’m not a psycho cop anymore. Heh, around here, if they thought I looked at a guy wrong they’d put me down as a ‘bad dog’. LOGICO: Right.

In what appears to be a miniature theater for watching interrogations, Logico digs a scrap of paper from under a beautiful couch.

“In a street fight, ten people always beat one.”

Champ checks the passage.

CHAMPAGNE: This is from the Big Red Book. Major Red wrote this. LOGICO: Do you know who that is? CHAMPAGNE: Heh. Yeah. Don’t wanna get yourself in with him. [walks away] LOGICO: ...Care to share ANYTHING else??

Logi explores a phrase Irratino always whispered to him - the tallest suspect has the cheapest pen. Now just by looking at them, Champagne is the tallest guy in the room, but by legal standards, Bluski is supposed to be taller, so his pen is very cheap.

LOGICO: It- It makes sense if you look it up.

Seeing that Logico ‘caught’ his pen trick, Bluski heads to the elevator and travels way up.

LOGICO: How big is this station? CHAMPAGNE: 25 stories. Final floor, they’ve been known to throw people out the window.  LOGICO: This is horrific. I’m starting to miss the luxury prison. CHAMPAGNE: We all do mate.

Irratino is back home, asleep. He is dreaming of a human police woman wearing boots. I guess something different happens in the dream, and he shifts and giggles. But don’t worry, Logico got the clue somehow. This obviously means Copper kicked the prisoner to death! She shakes her head madly and spits all over the place.

COPPER: HOW CAN IT BE ILLEGAL IF A COP DOES IT???? LOGICO: I hate you so much. COPPER: NO, YOU HAVE TO SAVE ME! I’M A ‘BAD DOG’! I’M- LOGICO: Oh. OH, YOU MEANT LIKE THAT- PERSON: No, no.

A couple humans walk over and start creepily petting and patting Copper.

PERSON: There is no need for a consequence - it was only a prisoner. COPPER: Huh. Kinda like these guys~ LOGICO: I hATE this so much. Can I leave now?!?! COPPER: Whatever, man.

Logico tears away. He needs to get to the violet isles as soon as possible… for some reason.

The end!

Let's try to ignore Copper flirting with some background humans

(ok slight rant but I've saved it for the end so as to not ward people off, you can skip it)

I know it sounds petty but like I swear to god if anyone posts a murdle artwork, the entire tumblr fandom will notice (which is great btw!), but then if I post an artwork it's only the same three or so people who might look at it and it's just...

is it really THAT bad?? like... what am I doing wrong... ngl it's starting to feel less like the art quality and more personal...

but um... yea. i'm trying my best i guess

Uh chonkers jumpscare

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[ssshiversss]

Hyello~ I figured I should do an intro post of some kind.

You can call me Shivers. (I go by many names. If you know me by any of my other names, call me those. I answer to all of them.) 34 - He/Him - Unrepentant Multishipper

I make art and I write fanfic! My personal tags for this blog: #my art #my writing

I've had a weird relationship with tumblr over the years, and while I consider myself to be very friendly, I have been burned by fandom culture more than a handful of times and am a little cagey as a result. But, that being said, I'm open to art trades and requests, and don't be afraid to shoot me an ask or a message if you're so inclined.

Random facts and rambles below the cut.

I originally hail from the Elder Scrolls fandom, and I don't really care too much about keeping that a secret or hiding my other blog's identity. I wanted a fresh start for my DE art, and my old tumblr was full of too many memories, both good and bad. If you've followed me here from TESblr, welcome! Happy to have you. Or fuck off, depending on your intent.

I started playing DE in early July of this year and it consumed my damn soul. I have never been so deeply impacted by a piece of media. Genuinely life-changing. I let myself enjoy it without dipping into the fandom for about 3 months, but I hit a point where I really wanted to see what everyone was creating. I'm here for the art and the fanfic, and maaaaan oh man do y'all not disappoint.

I'm pro-kink and pro-smut. This does not mean I'm "proship" which I guess is just shorthand for pedo these days, but I block anti/proship drama on site. I'm a tax paying adult who likes to explore complex sexual topics in fiction. I can't believe I have to say it, but what I explore in fiction is not a 1:1 ratio to things I would condone or even enjoy in real life (for fucks sake).

All that being said, Harry/Kim is my flagship, with Harry/Jean in close second, and Jean/Kim in third. I love when they're an OT3, but it's a tricky one to pull off. So kudos (literally) to some of my favorite fics that have managed it beautifully. I aspire to it one day lol. I love genderqueer!Harry and transmasc!Kim, but I don't write/draw either exclusively.

That's all for now! If you read all this, you're a champ. I hope you have a very good day and many blessings upon you. -S

[i-am-grell]

Abrupt Anime Poll Time

If this headache goes away, I will definitely finish Chainsaw Man tonight (keep watch for me being So Normal in a notes app reaction), so I'll start running the next poll.

If you're new here, I like anime, but I'm terrible at finishing and starting series, so I let friends, mutuals, and strangers control my life via the internet.

As always, propaganda* (*unhinged rambles) below the poll. You are allowed and encouraged to reblog if you wanna bully your followers into voting for your choice. Other people's followers and assorted users, you do not have to know me, follow me, like me, or like anime if you want to vote. Pick a button. Do it. Give into the urge to press it.

Propaganda:

How we handle long long series - When it comes to those billion-episodes-long series we all know and love, I'll watch a season/arc/naturally-divided-segment of the series. I'll always specify how much I'll be watching here.

Rambles

Free! - You are absolutely allowed to vote for Free! however (ignore this for your voting choices) the longer it stays in the polls, the more 50% Off! quotes I get to use.

Fairy Tail - I keep forgetting this is the Fairy Tail Webbed Site. (Also that bit above was a witty quip; Gray doesn't need clothes.) Anyway, this poll will cover a rewatch of season one because I don't know where I left off last time so I'm just gonna go around again.

Voltron: Legendary Defender - Before we get technical here, the Um, Actually home game has a question in the anime section about V:LD and if the pedantic nerd show says it's anime, I can put it in a poll. Anyway, I never finished it because a) what the fuck was that release schedule I'm bad with normal release schedules and b) yeah, I know from being on Tumblr that it goes in some unsatisfying directions, but completionist brain always meant to finish it.

Buddy Daddies - I think outside of the few it was paired with SK8 (though it did well there too), Buddy Daddies has been another consistent second place choice in these polls. So, I summon the Buddy Daddies fandom. Let's see if you can defeat the Fairy Tail fans on the Fairy Tail website.

Blue Period - Painting sure is fun! You know what else is fun? Killing your best friend. That doesn't sound fun at all, Haru. I think Haru's right. We should branch out in our hobbies. There. I got another 50% Off! quote in. Anyway, this is an anime about painting and I just bought the first vol. of the manga (haven't read it yet though).

Bungo Stray Dogs - Hi, I'm an English major-

[chaotic-orphan]

hi i love your blog so much!! i just read your merry may of june day 21 i think, the charismatic one with the henchmen Dante and Gavin and it was so so so good. would you ever consider making it a series? it literally hits all of my fav whump tropes. no worries if you’re not interested. congrats on your degree by the way!!!

Partners in Crime

Read part one here

@dreamingonmyown this is for you! I'm glad you enjoyed the first part - I don't know if this will become a series, and I'm not really happy with this part but I have just stared at it for too long so maybe I just hate editing it. Whumpee is Casper now, and Monroe is Whumper. Monroe went through like six names changes so if there's a weird name it is probably Monroe :)

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Casper peeled himself off the ground, his limbs exhausted as if he had just donated every drop of his blood. Even if he did donate all his blood, Monroe would still expect him to show up to work, or get Dante to grab his corpse for another fucking job.

He wobbled when he got his feet under him. It felt weird, like Monroe had cut off one of his senses; taken his eyes, or deafened him, or plucked every nerve from his body.

Monroe smiled at him as he grabbed the wall for support coming in from the balcony. “There you go, Casper. Taking it like a champ.”

“Oh fuck off, Monroe.”

Gavin laughed at that, eyes darting between the strange pair. Casper settled heavy into one of the chairs at the island, where Monroe was sitting when Casper arrived.

“Was any of this necessary?” Casper asked, not thanking Monroe as he slid a cup of coffee across to Casper. Little bit of milk, two sugars, just the way he liked it. “You still haven’t told me why you did it.”

Monroe inclined his head. “I thought I told you playing coy doesn’t suit you, Fox.”

“You think that I somehow betrayed you and used my power for someone else?”

Monroe just stared at Casper across the marble countertop. It was Gavin who answered. “He doesn’t think, Casper. He knows that—”

“Oh fuck off, Gavin, nobody wants you here,” Casper replied without looking at him. “You know that, right?”

“At least Gavin understands loyalty,” Monroe replied, heavy eyes pinning Casper to his chair. Casper rolled his eyes, bringing the steaming mug to his lips and gulping down two mouthfuls, gathering his thoughts.

“Like a dog,” Casper replied finally, casting his attention back to Monroe. “Well, I won’t be useful to whatever plans you want to discuss for the next few days. You’ve ensured that, dickhead.”

Monroe waved the insult away. “Nonsense. You know me, Casper, I like to plan well in advance. Your abilities should be up and running by the time I have use for them.”

“How convenient.”

“It really is. Just remember how you got to where you are today, Fox. How quickly your life changed after you met me.”

“Not for the better,” Casper grumbled.

Monroe raised his mug of coffee in a sardonic toast. “And yet, you can pay your rent.”

“As can you in your fancy hotel,” Casper shot back, raising his own cup. “Partners, remember?”

Monroe’s eyes glimmered with a dangerous smugness that Casper hated. It was just so irritatingly superior. “Partners,” he replied coolly.

They both took a sip of their coffee. Even with the two sugars, somehow Casper’s coffee tasted bitter, or maybe it was the eerie emptiness in his body. The dreadful absence of something he couldn’t quite describe.

“Now,” Monroe said, setting his cup down and clasping his hands on the table in front of him. “To business. Gavin, be a dear and grab my papers for me.”

Gavin stood and nodded, as if following Monroe’s commands were his life purpose. His reason to breathe. Casper kept his eyes trained on Gavin’s back as he left the room.

Stupid git.

Monroe inclined his head. “He’s useful.”

“Yeah, as a footstool. Or maybe with a gag, he would be.”

Monroe smiled. “Mmm, so tempting, Casper. I could get the pair of you a matching set. I’m sure Dante knows a guy.”

Dante answered with deathly silence as he so usually did. Casper could picture him in his usual spot, sprawled out across the couch in the living room, a book in his hand.

Casper scoffed. “I’m sure he does.”

Gavin returned, sliding a manilla folder across the countertop to Casper. Casper stopped it with his hand and looked down at the stupid file. He didn’t want to do this again, last time was supposed to be his last job. He wanted to wash his hands of this life already, he was tired of it.

“Do you need Gavin to open the file for you, Fox?”

Casper raised his eyes to Monroe’s across the table. He clenched his jaw and pushed the file a little away from him. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Open files?” Monroe asked innocently.

Casper’s expression dropped, exposing his irritation. “This. This fucking whatever we have here. Aren’t you tired? We got everything we want, Harry, let’s quit while we’re ahead.”

Monroe crossed his arms over his chest, cocking a brow at Casper. “You want to stop making money?”

“We have enough,” Casper grumbled. “The two of us, okay. You have your passive income now from your hotels and your real estate and I am secure. I have savings and shit. We don’t have to keep living like it’s all going to disappear tomorrow! We can stop.”

“I don’t want to stop.”

“Easy to say when you’re not the one taking the risks!” Casper snapped. The air seemed to chill with the snap of a book behind Casper and he straightened in his seat as he heard Dante move behind him.

Gavin, the idiot, broke the silence with a sneer. “You’re such a fucking pussy, Casp—”

“Dante, please show Gavin out.”

Gavin’s head whipped to Monroe, but Monroe didn’t even look at him, his hard gaze fixed on Casper instead.

“What? Why, I can help.”

“I know, but it’s getting late, and Casper and I need a chat.”

Before Gavin could protest further, Dante put a hand on his shoulder. Gavin looked between the two at the counter before letting out a disapproving groan and shrugging Dante’s hand off.

“Fine. Call me when you need me.”

“I will.”

Dread pooled in Casper as he watched Dante and Gavin leave. Somehow, Monroe still made him uneasy when he shouldn’t. Casper had known Monroe way before the other two did, but Monroe had a lethal way about him. In his words and his quiet power. The fact that he could beat the shit out of Casper but paid someone else to do it said everything about the man.

Only when the doors to the penthouse shut did Monroe begin to walk around the counter towards Casper. Casper set his jaw, not letting any of his anxiety show as Monroe undid the button of his waist coat.

“We can talk about that tomorrow, Casper,” said Monroe. The surprise must have been written plainly across Casper’s face because Monroe laughed. Not a cutting, mocking laughter or anything snide. A warm laugh, like how he used to when Casper had met him first. “We should relax. Watch a movie. It’s been an age since we did anything like that.”

Casper’s brain was stuttering and short circuiting, trying to find the angle and fighting the familiar ache inside him at Monroe’s easiness. He swallowed, nodding his head. Monroe smiled his easy smile and nodded.

“Good. I’ll get changed into something more comfortable,” he said, unclipping his pocket watch and laying it on the counter. “You can pick the movie if you want. Do you want a tracksuit? Actually, scratch that, you need one and to clean yourself up. You’ve got blood on your face.”

Casper rolled his eyes at the faux concern. “Gee, I wonder why.”

“Oh, relax. You know that’s just business.”

“Taking my powers isn’t just business, Harry, it’s personal.”

“Casper,” Monroe drawled in his gentle, chiding way. “Let’s not fight anymore, hmm? We’ll talk about all that tomorrow. I didn’t change your room, do you still have clothes here?”

Casper lowered his gaze. It really had been an age since he’s been here. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I did.”

“Good. I’ll be a few minutes getting changed.”

Casper swallowed. Monroe reached a hand up and ruffled Casper’s hair until Casper let out a cry and batted his hand away. “Oi!”

Monroe laughed, disappearing from sight. Casper didn’t move for a moment, the smile on his face felt off, strange. He really shouldn’t stay. He should disappear while Monroe was distracted and move country or continent. Or planet if he didn’t want Dante to find him and drag him back.

Fuck.

Casper dropped his head, running a hand through his hair and pulling at the strands on the back of his neck, letting out a long, tired sigh.

Pale eyes flicked to the golden pocket watch that Monroe had discarded on the counter. Casper glanced up, making sure Monroe wasn’t lingering as he grabbed it, turning it over in his hand to read the inscription.

Rumours are power. Favours are currency, and only the smart ones survive.

C.

Casper ran a thumb over the indents of the letters in the metal. It was old. It was old when he got it from a backstreet merchant known only as Grouse. Definitely stolen, but Grouse always had a soft spot for Casper, and Monroe. The only real cost was the engraving that crippled Casper financially for a week, but it was worth it. To see Monroe’s face light up when he gave him the gift it was worth it.

Casper sighed, putting the watch down and getting to his feet. After all this time, Monroe was still the only shred of family he had in this world, the same way Casper was Monroe’s only family. Monroe had found him on the streets — the two of them scrawny and skinny — and taught him how to live instead of just survive.

The words were the nugget of wisdom Monroe had told Casper, back when they were kids. It saved Casper’s hide more times than he could count, especially in the beginning when Monroe wasn’t there all the time to have Casper’s back in a fight.

Casper walked into his room and stood in the doorway, taking it all in. Everything was how he left it. His bed took up most of the room, a super king and softer than any bed he had ever slept in. His PC was set up on his desk in the corner of the room, his screensaver lighting up the screen. Casper made a point not to look at it as he took the first door to his right.

His wardrobe, a small box room with shelves panelled into each wall and a hanging space in the back. Casper grabbed black tracksuit bottoms and a hoodie, getting dressed in the wardrobe. Hanging his signature leather leather jacket up with care and throwing the rest of his clothes wherever they landed.

It felt good, like old times as he stepped out of the wardrobe and walked to his ensuite. He missed him, the old Monroe; the version that was like an older brother. Harry. Not the dictator who had taken over Harry’s body, the hard businessman Monroe, who took whatever he wanted and left nothing for anyone else.

Casper made a point of ignoring the small voice in the back of his head that told him that’s the way Harry had always been. That it was Casper who changed. He didn’t have the energy to deal with that kind of revelation tonight.

He stopped in front of the mirror and sighed. He didn’t look into it, but he could see the gash on his forehead from the corner of his eye.

Just wash your face, Casper, he told himself. Tiredness pulled at his mind, fraying the edges slightly. He didn’t notice he was tired before, but the weight of everything felt too great. Or maybe it was because he was in comfortable clothes.

Just remember how you got here, Casper, Monroe isn’t there for you. He really wished that voice would shut up for two seconds. Thankfully there was a knock at his door.

“You ready?” Monroe called from the other side. Casper nodded, realising after that Monroe couldn’t see him right now. “Yeah,” he said back, walking to the door and opening it. Monroe grinned at him. He was dressed in red and black chequered pyjama pants and a white t-shirt. His grin exposed his faint dimple that was so much more prominent when they were kids.

Casper followed him to the couch, settling in while Monroe pressed a button on a remote to lower the blinds over the windows. They closed with a soft hum while Casper scrolled through Netflix looking for something to watch.

His phone rang beside him. His heart fluttered then shuttered when he saw Monroe’s attention turn to it. “Who’s that?”

Casper shrugged as nonchalantly as possible. “Don’t know.”

“Aren’t you going to answer it?”

Casper bit the inside of his cheek as he kept scrolling. Monroe scoffed, reaching over. “If you don’t answer it, I will.”

Casper pushed his hand away, dropping the remote and quickly grabbing his phone. Hero’s name popped on the screen and Casper wanted to curl up and die. “You pick something to watch,” Casper told Monroe, who cocked his brow at Casper.

Casper stood and walked to his room, shutting the door behind him and then walked to the ensuite, locking that door too. “Hello?”

“Casper?”

Casper’s heart swelled at the voice.

“Hey, Hero. How are you?”

“I’m sorry for calling so late, I must have woken you—”

“No, no, not at all. I was — uh —” Shit, think Casper, what were you doing? “—shopping.”

Shopping?! Idiot.

“Shopping?” Hero asked, a smile in his voice. “At 11 pm?”

“Oh, yeah, y’know… less crowds.” Hero laughed and it made Casper’s heart thrum in his chest. “Why, uh, why are you calling if you don’t mind me asking — not that, it’s not that I don’t want you to call, I’m just — uh, y’know— curious?”

“Oh, right. Of course, I just finished a very long shift.”

“Fighting bad guys, do-gooder?” Casper asked, his voice light despite his stomach tying itself into knots. “Crime never sleeps.”

“Exactly,” Hero said with a laugh. “I — well, I was out fighting crime and the moment we caught the villain I was…”

Casper’s heart leapt into his mouth as Hero trailed off. He looked over his shoulder again just to make sure he wasn’t being followed. He didn’t want Monroe to overhear anything he shouldn’t know.

“You were?”

“It’s going to sound stupid.”

“I love stupid,” Casper said immediately, screwing his eyes shut and wanting to kick himself.

“Well, I was — I wanted to see you.” Casper yanked the phone away from his ear and threw his fists in the air, mouth open in a silent scream of joy.

He brought his phone back to his ear, and said “great. I would love to see you. Where are you?”

“I’m… at your apartment building, but you weren’t picking up.”

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck.

He had just lied himself into a corner. Monroe wouldn’t let him leave without a solid excuse, and then he’d get suspicious and have Dante tie him up all over again.

“I’m actually not home right now,” Casper said eventually, running a hand through his hair. Fuck. He really wanted to see Hero’s face.

Though, he could imagine it crestfallen when Hero said: “oh,” pulling at his heartstrings. “It was presumptuous anyways—”

“No, no!” Casper said quickly, bolting upright. “I like presumptuous! I just, I won’t be home tonight. I really am sorry, Hero.”

“I’m sorry,” Hero replied with a sigh. Shit, they probably felt humiliated right now! Say something! Say something Casper!

“I shouldn’t’ve—” Hero began at the same time that Casper said, “What if we—”

Then simultaneously again: “no, you go ahead.”

Then they laughed and Hero said, “you go.”

Casper licked his lips, not expecting the nerves to tingle the back of his neck. “What if we got breakfast tomorrow morning? You can tell me all about your hot crime fighting.”

“None of it,” Hero said with a flush and Casper could imagine the blush igniting Hero’s face. “It’s not hot.”

“Beauty is subjective, dear Hero, and you are the epitome of sex on legs.”

“Casper!” Hero said, mortified, but he could hear the smile in Hero’s voice and Casper knew everything was fine.

“We can meet at the needle in town?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Great.”

“Okay, see you then, 10? 11?”

“Yeah, ten sounds good.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. Good night Hero.”

“Night Casper.”

Casper couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he stood and unlocked the door. His smile washed away when he saw Monroe lingering outside the door, arms crossed.

“I think we need to have a little chat.”

*~*~*~*~*

[istansamwilsonbish]

I have returned to this blog to Yap about the boys....No I'm not gonna make sense. Mind the tags♡

Now that I've had hours to think on it.....Hughie should have actually fought with Annie in the Finale. No, not a fist fight or a breakup. But there should have been WAY more pushback from Hughie. And the fact there wasn't.....Is lowkey upsetting to me.

For one: Yes, I don't really care for Annie. Never really have, never really will. She's not my cup of tea. But this post ISN'T about bashing her. I think that Annie's lashing out makes complete sense. She's been kidnapped and was tortured for ten days. Shifter literally used the fact that Hughie proposed and she fucked him to torment her. I don't dislike Annie's reaction because it does make sense in that moment.

I dislike Hughie's reaction.

Hughie has been taking life like a champ this season. He seems to handle everything with grace. That's not a bad thing but everyone has their breaking point. And this feels like, from a narrative standpoint, should have been Hughie's. Within less than a month, Hughie had to deal with his family Trauma, killing his dad, having his personal business exposed(With the abortion, it is MORE of Annie's personal business. But Hughie was the father of that child, and they seemed to be in it together. It won't be as bad for Hughie, but of course, he felt something.), being sexually assaulted by Ashley and Tek, Almost being murder by Tek and threatened with more sexual assault. That's a lot! Now he found out that he was sexually assaulted again and his girlfriend was locked up who's know where for a week!

That's not mentioning that Hughie was also showing signs of a Trauma response. Hughie mentions constantly having sex with Shifter but Shifter initiated. Despite that, I read this more as Hughie being hypersexual in order to ignore his issues. Shifter initiating just made it easier on Hughie so he didn't have to do it himself. Which is a thing some people do in order to not get called out on that behavior.

After realizing that his Girlfriend has been replaced and he almost died(again), He gets to talk to Annie again. Annie snaps at him and Hughie defends himself a bit but goes into this whole tangent about how he also knew Shifter wasn't Annie? Or how he figured it out in the end? What?

For one, I don't really know what this information would do for Annie. Like I guess it would show how much Hughie loves the small things about her? But within this moment it feels like a nothing burger to me. For two, Hughie has every right to be straight up and actually defend himself. Like what the fuck did Annie expect him to do? Lashing out at him isn't fair because neither of them did anything wrong. And if not that, Hughie should have just left completely with an explanation that being a punching bag for Annie in this moment helps neither of them. Annie isn't in a good state of mind so she's not gonna care about Hughie's feelings. But that doesn't mean Hughie can't protect his own.

But they just completely skip over that with an "Lmaoooo Mens do like the Smexy sexy time! But he likes all the little things about her lol". Then they follow it up with Annie not apologizing. No. That wasn't an actual apology. Lowkey saying that you would still fuck someone and not breaking up with them, ISN'T an apology. She might have done it off screen because they go on to being cool by the end of the finale. So I'll give her that.

All of this just combines to a narrative that doesn't take men's mental health or assault seriously. Hughie should be a loving boyfriend, but it's perfectly fine for him to set boundaries and not be punched down on. This all gets worse because we saw the effects of Deeps' assault on Annie. It was a part of her development and treated pretty seriously. But when it's Hughie.....It's treated like a joke or a nonissue.

[actual-changeling]

I read that "Aziraphale defied all the forces of heaven and hell countless times for Crowley's sake." But I can't think of a single time that Aziraphale actively chose Crowley over Heaven, except when he brought him holy water. None of the examples that are given (the rain in Eden, the fact that he tries to speak with the voice of God and the fact that he opposes Gabriel and Beelzebub in the season 1 finale) to me is Aziraphale choosing Crowley over the Heaven. And sure enough, no matter how much they try to distort what we see on screen, Aziraphale doesn't choose Crowley in the final 15 minutes.

Yup, exactly.

Crowley has been on his own side for millennia, invited Aziraphale first chance he got during Job (and reminder that CROWLEY was saving the children AND the animals, Aziraphale just went along with it; without Crowley, he would not have done SHIT to save them), chose Aziraphale over hell, heaven, and his personal safety and well-being time and time again, and accommodated Aziraphale every single step of the way. Crowley fell, he got punished, tortured, abused, but he still kept following his own moral compass.

Meanwhile Aziraphale did—what? Insult him? Degrade him? Learn how to be a bigot so he can be a fucking asshole to two young and homeless girls? Have a bookshop that is his personal library because ew imagine having daily contact with lowly humans that are only good for his personal puppet shows?

Even if we only look at present times, Aziraphale chose heaven over stopping Armageddon, he chose heaven over Crowley half-way through trying to stop Armageddon, still chose heaven over Crowley AFTER they had stopped it ("I don't think my side would like that"), chose sheltering Gabriel over Crowley, and then finally once more chose heaven over Crowley. What a champ.

All those examples just list are usually Aziraphale having to face the consequences of his own actions and being forced to act the way he does—aka he always chooses the path of least resistance.

[allaboardthevespa]

Disventure Camp All-Stars Episode 2 Thoughts (SPOILERS)

First of all, it was my birthday yesterday! And I got the greatest belated gift of all:

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GABBY DIDN'T GET ELIMINATED FIRST!!! YEAHHHH WOOOOOO!!!

I'm just very happy with how Jaiden was done here. No longer is there drama, they're just wholesome and happy. Also I'm glad we got just one kiss before...well yeah

Gabby is the most adorable fucking thing on this planet

The best Disney princess

This scene was a rollercoaster and a half. I really hope Alec reconciles with Fiore soon. Fiore's anguish at her situation actually sounded kinda genuine...

Gabby is just...THE best.

Shout-out to the woodpecker who joined Jake in Depression Mode

THEM!!! THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM THEMMMMMMM

I'm SO glad these two are so happy together despite issues like Ellie's beef with Tom. Please don't let them go through any toxic drama issues they're so healthy together???

And now James sticking up for his boyfriend. Alec got in Jake's head and as a result he's getting impulsive, so leave it to James to shut that shit down. What a champ.

Very happy with where they're taking Ashley. They're following up on her rivalry with Fiore, giving her some killer lines, and I really like the bond she's got going with Jake.

As for the elimination...

I had heard several theories that James would be the first to go, so I can't say I'm too surprised. I feel sorry for Aiden tho, he'll be really sad when he finds out...though the fact that James didn't read the patreons does have me thinking that his story isn't quite over.

Anyway, here's to more episodes of Disventuring, Camping and Gabby being the best!

[carica-ficus]

"Nona the Ninth"

14/07/2024

Reading progress: 274/477 (57%) Read through since last update: 158

Reading this book is such a joy. I keep surprising myself by how easy it is to read. I go through twenty pages without even realizing. it I missed reading such books. I missed being so immersed in a book. Man, it feels good! I decided to share some really CRAZY ideas in this post because my reading diary is meant as a brain dump. Don't take them too seriously. I just like thinking about all the possibilities. (I'm usually wrong, but it's fun to see by how much.)

So, notes:

I was so into these last two chapters that I didn't even remember to comment.

I love how Pyrrha calls Nona all these cutesy nicknames. And how sweet and gentle she is with her.

I audibly gasped when Palamedes needed to confess to Pyrrha that Cam sold her cigarettes. Literally 😮. Only for Pyrrha to take it as a champ. (She obviously took enough shit that day.)

So, blue dot in the sky. Earth or Uranus? Or Neptune? I'm guessing we're on some moon, but not sure which one. Considering they keep talking about how hot it is and that it's almost always day, they should be somewhere near the center of the solar system. Might as well be Venus considering how everything is VERY toxic and they need to wear gas masks outside. (Addition from future me: Bruh, I have no idea.)

Palamedes, my man. 🤝 This is a guy that knows what it's all about. (The nurse thing. I'm dating one, so yeah.)

Been thinking about Harrow and how she ruled on a dead planet and how John promised her new people when she succeeded with her task as a Lyctor. New people. New future. But where do all those bodies come from? So, my random thought of the day is that maybe she got promised some of the bodies transported in the Convoy? Speculating, speculating, I know. But I decided to write this down, so I can reflect on it later. (Future me: Still have no idea what the Convoy is for, but with everything happening, this idea really is a LONG SHOT.)

HAHAHAHAHHAA Palamedes calling Cam a hypocrite. Love it.

I keep forgetting to comment, and a lot's been happening. The "little" meeting Cam, Pyrrha, and Nona had with the Crown and the Comander was insightful, but difficult to follow. I got like? Half of it? But managed to understand the most important things - there's a craft in orbit and they have no idea what it is, there's some background for the first book and Cytherea's mission, then we see Judith and Crown realizes Cam is hiding Palamedes. Marvelous.

Millie? Lol, I'd be mad too. I have no idea why Palamedes didn't react. I certainly would.

Nona's the weapon. Cool. They're growing their own Lyctor. So, the body needs to be a necromancer that ingested the soul of a cavalier? Yeah, whatever, we'll see. My money's on The Body being Nona, but who even knows at this point. (Not me.)

But one thing I am excited for (after I finish Nona) is FINALLY going into the locked tomb tag without the fear of spoilers. Can't wait!

Fuck! That's true. Nona truly is Camilla's age. And Corona's. I keep imagining her younger because she is childlike, but I shouldn't. Granted, I think that's also the point of Muir writing her like that. Nona is constantly babied and talked down to because she doesn't understand the world as the rest of them do. She can't. At least not yet. Anyway, yeah, this sentence reminded me to adjust the way I imagine Nona. She definitely needs to be a little taller in my head. (Even though she is still shorter than Camilla.)

"Beef." 🙄

HAHAHAHAH crying again. Yeah, me too, John.

Yo. What the fuck.

Makes sense because Gideon has taken over Harrow's body, but still. Huh? (At least that's my guess. I don't know)

PYRRHA'S MISSING? NOOOO.

Oh yeah, ok. Are John and Harrow somewhere by the River like how Harrow's dreams were? Also, still guessing at this point, but I've been thinking about this ever since John's chapters started. (Primarily because their location is very surreal, very dreamlike.)

"I've carried you, Warden. And I've carried your memory... I'd rather carry you." AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Ok, so... If Hot Sauce didn't know Nona was a Lyctor, what was the secret Nona told her when they were lying next to each other at school?

Okay, wrapping off here because this post got a little long. I'll do my best to finish off this book quickly because I have a trip coming up next week and I won't have the time to read which will make me frustrated because I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS. Anyway, I'm really, really loving Nona so far. It's very different and the pace was quite slow, but I love that about Muir's writing. Every book in this series has been a breath of fresh air, something so unique, but familiar at the same time. ❤

[objectivesubjectivity]

My Top 50 Songs of 2024*

*not necessarily from 2024

Nearly a decade of the Top 50 Songs from [insert year here] that aren’t necessarily from [insert same year here] playlist! I honestly cannot believe that it's been 9 years. I actually had to remove a song from this list because I discovered that I had put in on a list back in 2019 (and meaningless rules are kind of my thing if you read the previous post).

But here we are again with 50 songs that I really dug this year, whether they came out in 2024 or not. Like last year, I did some rough sequencing that doesn't always work out (it's terribly hard to follow something as quietly brutal and, unfortunately, prescient as "Neighborhood") but, on the whole, I think it flows pretty well.

Check it out if you want. I personally think it's an excellent way to spend 3 hours but, like everything else on this blog, that's totally subjective.

Have a wonderful new year and you'll hear from me again in December of 2025. (Or maybe earlier? Been dabbling with a "Best of the 2020's so far" type thing...)

Charlie xcx - 360

Origami Angel - Dirty Mirror Selfie

Bright Eyes - Bells and Whistles

No Thank You - Hell Bent

The Menzingers - Gates

Olivia Rodrigo - all-american bitch

Lupe Fiasco - Samurai

The Blow - Parentheses

Fucked Up - Cicada

Porridge Radio - Sick of the Blues

Macseal - A+B

Gouge Away - Maybe Blue

Kevin Devine - Another Bag of Bones

Chappell Roan - Casual

Adeem the Artist - For Judas

Red City Radio - Love a Liar

Say Anything - I, VIBRATOR

Charlotte Gainsbourg - 5:55

Born Without Bones - Bar Harbor

Bad Books - Neighborhood

Noah And The Whale - 5 Years Time

De Jeugd Van Tegenwoordig - Watskeburt?!

Cursive - Rookie

Phil Collins - You'll Be In My Heart

Eels - Let's Be Lucky

Martha - Beat, Perpetual

Doechii - CATFISH

Less Than Jake - Broken Words

Low - California

Hiccup - Tides

Laura Marling - Child of Mine

Earl Sweatshirt & The Alchemist - Heat Check

Sammy Rae & The Friends - Jackie Onassis

The Early November - About Me

The Decemberists - William Fitzwilliam

Previous Industries - Showbiz

The Story So Far - All This Time

Oolong - Runtz

Dionne Farris - I Know

Emperor X - Allahu Akbar

Hello Mary - Three

Megan Thee Stallion - Number One Rule

Linus - FNITUP

State Champs - Just Soun

Devon Kay & The Solutions - A Little Bit

Kendrick Lamar - squabble up

MJ Lenderman - She's Leaving You

Carly Cosgrove - Don't Lick The Swingset

Magnolia Park - I2I

The Blood Brothers - The Shame

[irrealisms]

saw some similar questions on an end of year ask game so: favorite movie of the year? favorite tv show of the year? favorite game of the year (video or tabletop or secret third thing. all games count. favorite game of the year was tag? slay, tell me all about it!)? favorite album of the year? favorite book of the year? can be something that actually came out this year, or just something you really got into this year. actually new vs new to you, no preference

favorite movie: might just be recency bias but i'm going with wicked. i've been a wicked enjoyer since i was 12 or so. i was worried it'd be bad but i watched it with my parents and had a lot of fun :D

favorite tv show of the year: honestly i don't actually know if i've watched any new tv shows this year. fucked up. i keep meaning to watch iwtv and then not doing it. in my defense im worried it will rewrite my brain chemistry

favorite game of the year: honestly i gotta say minecraft. this would've plausibly also been my choice for the past couple years, it is not new even to me, but this year has been a big year for me actually Playing it instead of just watching people play it. earlier in the year i got second place in a decked out game my friends won and then just recently i started playing divorcesteal smp and both of those were Awesome in terms of like, talking to friends and doing things with them, which is a nutrient i am often deficient in as someone who Does Not Go Outside

favorite album of the year: in terms of "got really into it this year" i got weirdly back into Beat The Champ? it might be the tmg album that's grown on me the most, i definitely listened to it more this year than i did when it first came out lol. in terms of actually new to me (once again not new-in-general) i finally got around to listening to Ethel Cain this year and i really enjoyed Preacher's Daughter? honestly though this year was not a huge year for me listening to full albums--i've got a decent number of new songs i've discovered over the past year but i've been getting a lot of them off playlists by friends/acquaintances/people i follow, or just by hearing an individual song on the radio or an animatic or whatever and getting into it, rather than by listening to a full album.

favorite book of the year: i think my answer might have to be scum villain. i feel immensely complicated about it, and there were a lot of other books i read and enjoyed more uncomplicatedly! but there's something to be said for "i was not able to stop thinking about it for like a solid two months & i wrote a 6k meta about it in one sitting" even if it did also sometimes give me The Agonies