#i guess i'll see what happens in the story

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Twice Interactive Story Part 14 Push & Pull (Jihyo, Feat. Sana, Dahyun)

You put a penguin doll in Mina's arm before you leave quietly, you see Mina smiles again when she gets something in her arms again.

You get in your car and check your phone to see did anyone find you, Nayeon is not on the list. There are messages from Dahyun, Momo and Jihyo.

Dahyun 'Oppa, I am coming over tonight, remember pick me up!'

Jihyo 'Y/N, are you ok? I saw Nayeon cries when she back home last night, and she leaves again this morning.'

Momo 'Y/N, why would Nayeon know our relationship, you told her? She send me this' Momo's message and attached with a photo of Nayeon's selfie when you are fucking in doggy style just two nights before with a message 'Leave my boyfriend alone.'

You finally understand why she will stop moving for a while suddenly that time, she was taking photos.

I check how long ago the message from Dahyun was and respond accordingly. I tell Jihyo that things have changed and she doesn't have to worry about it. I tell Momo that I didn't tell Nayeon anything and that I just told her that I still went to you as a personal trainer. After all that I go home quickly to change.

You reply to Dahyun that you are going to pick her up tonight and reply to others accordingly.

You arrived home and see Jihyo resting on the sofa, 'Welcome back, Y/N. What happened yesterday, Nayeon leaves in the morning before I wake up.' You did not reply but immediately check your wardrobe, Nayeon did not bring her belongings back to her home, is it means there is still a chance for you?

"It’s nothing Jihyo, don't worry about it. My relationship status may have changed, so sex might be off the table now." I tell Jihyo as I poke my head out from my room. I start to pack Nayeon's clothes in a bag or suitcase before I have to pick up Dahyun.

'I'm definitely not asking for sex now, Y/N. But did Nayeon just find out that you have friends with benefits, I can feel it from her reactions. It's just like me before.' Jihyo comes in and helps you pack Nayeon's belongings.

"It was one person particularly. Nayeon sent a message to them about staying away from me. That being said that doesn't change anything with you staying here that way Daniel doesn't find you. Also my sisters are staying for a while." After I finish packing, I check the time.

Seeing still have some time left before you going to pick up Dahyun, you and Jihyo back to living room for some coffee.

Jihyo and you just chit-chat while waiting, 'I'm curious Y/N, if you have one more chance, will you still hook up with other girls and then break up with Nayeon? She's definitely not like me that can tolerate so much time.'

"There are two paths, if it's relationship over I'm just going to be single for a while. If she chooses to stay with me for some reason, I'll won't do it again. I've learned my lesson. If you don't kind my asking, why did you deal with it for so long?"

Jihyo looks at the ground when she hears your question, 'I once believed he will change for me, I innocently thought the marriage could make him tied to me, but I was wrong.'

'So you and Nayeon have officially broken up? Maybe we two injured souls can try to be together?' Jihyo teases you.

I chuckle before looking away "I don't know if we are broken up, if we are I wouldn't mind trying with you. But would you really be willing to try again with someone like me?"

'You know you are playboy too huh, Y/N?' Jihyo spanks your shoulder and giggles. 'I don't know, my heart always comes before my mind. But I guess I have a lot of competitors, your colleague, your friend with benefits, and also your little secretary. Mina is so obvious you know?'

"Mina does make it obvious, she'd be your biggest challenge. She's always so helpful and willing to put me first. She should really find someone better." I say with a laugh.

'Maybe She thinks you are the best for her.' Jihyo smirks and looks at the clock, '30 minutes before you got to go, a quick one?' Jihyo comes closer to you and sits on your lap.

"I don't know, what if Nayeon comes back?"

'OK, so you gonna abstinence until you know the results? Can you do it, haha? Jihyo catches your cock before she backs to her room, 'I will miss you, big guy.'

'Hey, Y/N, better finish dinner with your sister before coming back, don't wanna act like your new girlfriend when we first meet, so awkward.'

"Yeah, I will." I walk out of the apartment and head to my car to get to the airport early.

You waiting for Dahyun at the terminal while playing your phone, and you receive Momo's message that she wants to see you tonight. When you wanna reply to her, you see Dahyun rushing to you, 'Oppa!'

'Hey, Dubu, still so tiny huh.' 'Yah, Oppa.' Dahyun wants to hit your head but she's too short to reach it, so she just hit your chest.'

'Where is Nayeon eooni, I thought she is with you already.' Dahyun turns around and try to search for Nayeon.

"She won't be around Dahyun. Let's get you something to eat. What do you want to eat?" I ask to distract her.

You help Dahyun get the suitcase and guide her to your car. 'I miss the food you cook, Oppa. How about you cook for me.'

Remember what Jihyo told you, you only can reject Dahyun's request. 'Sorry, Dubu, not many ingredients left at home, maybe next time? We will just casually eat tonight.'

'Ok... I forgot how long did we last meet each other, you are much thinner, so much stress on work?'

'Nah, Dubu, just as usual, I'm fine. Did you start finding jobs, you have graduated for half a year already.'

'Ummm, I am trying, just give me sometime, oppa. I am working on it.'

"Ah Dubu, you need to look harder. And if you don't choose a place to eat I'll choose." I say as I start driving.

You drive to a random restaurant and have dinner with Dahyun, you two talk about all the things that happened from last time you meet.

'OH, Oppa, I guess I don't need to share a room with Chaeyoung, right? if Nayeon eooni is not here.' Dahyun smirks.

Your home has 3 rooms, usually, Chaeyoung and Dahyun need to sleep together when Nayeon is staying, as you don't want to cause any embarrassment to your sisters, although Nayeon is not here, now Jihyo has occupied 1 of them, maybe it's time that you should tell Dahyun you have a guest.

I explain to Dahyun the situation Jihyo is going through and that she will have to share a room with Chaeyoung.

'OH, come on, Oppa, I have expected I can have my own room at your home.' Dahyun shows a sad face. You caress Dahyun's head, 'Dubu is a good girl, right? You should understand what situation Jihyo is facing, you won't be happy too right?  And you can occupy the room until Chae arrives, don't be sad!'

'Yes, but does Nayeon eooni knows you bring a girl home?' You are a little bit frustrated that Dahyun is keep mentioning Nayeon.

"Dahyun, Nayeon and I are going through a rough patch right now. I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention her." We finish the meals and begin our ride home.

Dahyun's emotions are hard to describe, but you can catch her happiness before it disappears when she hear Nayeon and you have some arguments. You two did not talk about Nayeon again through the dinner.

You two finished the dinner and ready to back home. 'Oppa, what if we buy some snacks and watch movie together tonight?' In the meantime, you remember Momo wants to see you tonight either.

I quickly send Momo a message and ask if we could meet another time for the reason that I'm picking up Dahyun from the airport.

'Y/N, I am just so afraid that why Nayeon will know what happens, if you can't come today, how about tomorrow.' Momo replies immediately. You then drive to some snacks before back to home.

Jihyo is sitting on the sofa again when you arrive, 'OH hi Y/N, and little sister, your brother should have mentioned about me, Nice to meet you, sorry for disturbing your family day.'

I send Momo another message to say I'll meet her tomorrow, then I introduce Dahyun to Jihyo. I ask Dahyun "Dahyun would it be alright if Jihyo joined us for the movie?"

'Sure Oppa, your friend is my friend too.' Then you three sit on the sofa and start watching the movie.

You sit between Jihyo and Dahyun, each of you covering a blanket or pillow while enjoying the movie. You suddenly feel Jihyo 's chest pressing on your arm, you turn around to check Dahyun, she is too focusing on the movie and not paying attention to you.

Jihyo put a finger on her lips, tell you to keep quiet, and start caressing your cock under the blanket.

I keep quiet recognizing that if I said anything it would give it all away.

Jihyo is happy that you are so obedience and not making any noise, she put your hands into your pants and start stroking you slowly.

Seeing your body shivers from the sensation, Jihyo blows hot winds into your ear and whispers to you, 'You seems so excited when I am stroking you next to your baby sister, enjoying it?'

I whisper back "stop it, you're going to get us in trouble."

'Relax, Y/N. Let me handle it, Dahyun won't know what's happening, she loves the movie so much.' Jihyo starts stroking you faster.

You try your best to not release any moans, but Jihyo's hand is really good, and you wanna cum. Jihyo feels your cock pulsing in her hands, 'Cum for me, I am ready.' Jihyo then kisses you to cover your moan.

I cum in Jihyo’s hand, I'm grateful for the kiss as I'd otherwise release a huge moan. Once we break it off, I whisper to her "I'm going to get you back for this."

'Wow so many, you are really so excited, don't you?' Jihyo pulls out her hand and start licking it. 'You know where to find me if you want to thank me.' Jihyo whispers again before she moves to bathroom to clean her hands.

You notice Dahyun is still focusing on the movie and doesn't know Jihyo has left for bathroom.

As much as I want to get Jihyo back at this moment, I keep myself in my seat for a time before going to the bathroom.

You wait for Jihyo's return before you go to the bathroom to tidy up yourself, Dahyun finally out of her concentration and wanna sit closer to you.

'Oppa, that part is so good, isn't it? The tension is so strong.' Dahyun tries to talk about the film, but actually you are totally into Jihyo's handjob at that moment, so you could just simply answer her yes.

'Oppa, the smell is so strange suddenly, what is it?' Dahyun turning around to check what smelling strange in the living room.

"I'm not sure, did you fart Dahyun?" I joke to her, as I make sure she shouldn't see anything.

'Ya, Oppa!' Dahyun spanks you and then move back to her seat. You just giggle and start watching the movie. Finally, Jihyo has come out from the bathroom, you rush inside immediately before Dahyun could find out anything.

The rest of the night just spend normally, all of you are going to bed after movie has ended. You see Jihyo winks at you before she enters her room.

I help Dahyun get set up in her room before going back to my own.

You help Dahyun unpack her luggage, and you see some formal dressing in her suitcase, Dahyun pushes you out before you ask any questions. 'Now get out, let my enjoy my own room.'

'Aren't you have whole of the house when Chae is living in dorm, huh?'

'That's different, Oppa. Goodnight.'

You go back to your room, laying on your bed, ready to end the day. Your phone buzzes, and it's Sana message.

'I heard you have some fun with Mina alone today huh? On sick leave together and she applies it for you. The office is talking about you two again, I wish I was there too.' Sana attached a photo of her opening her clits for you.

"I was hungover from the night before Sana. I was in no condition to come in." After I respond, I just lay back and relax for a minute.

'Oh, sex after drunk? I wanna try with you too.' Sana attaches a video this time, a self cam in a high angle, she is not wearing bra in the pajamas, you can see her nipples clearly while she is playing with her tits.

"Sana just get some sleep." I delete the conversation logs after keeping things safe for myself.

'It's Friday night, why can't I have some fun before I sleep?' Sana sends you another video where she is sucking her finger while looking at the camera seductively.

You back up the video to the locked folder and prepare to clear the message log again, Sana's text comes again, 'Maybe we can try phone sex tonight? If Mina or your girlfriend is not beside you😏😏'

"Not interested Sana. You enjoy yourself." I respond before I head to the kitchen to make myself a snack.

You head to Kitchen and grab some chocolate for night snacks, you check your conversation logs with Nayeon, she still hasn’t online since last night.

You sigh and return to your room, you see Jihyo slightly opens the door of her room, enough for you to peek inside.

I look at the door debating if I should go, but first I check on Dahyun. Putting my ear to her door to see if she's awake or not.

You hear no sound from Dahyun's room, she should be asleep already. You back to the corridor and your phone buzzes again, It's Sana again.

This time the video is she masturbating with a dildo and moaning your name, 'having a dildo in my pussy, but it's nothing when comparing with you.'

"Sana, nothing is going to compare to me" and then emoji with the tongue sticking out is what I respond with. I put my phone to vibrate only and then I head back to Jihyo’s room.

You slowly enter Jihyo's room and lock the door. Jihyo is sleeping on her bed, with a sexy lace pajamas, you can see her got body inside the pajamas. You don't understand why Daniel would still hook up with others even he has a such needy and hot wife at home.

I get beside Jihyo and pull down her pajama bottoms before I start teasing her pussy. I get my other hand ready to cover her mouth, so she doesn't make noise.

Jihyo wakes up from your assault, she grabs your hand on her mouth in her pajamas to play with her tits and turns around to make out with you. You can see the lust burning in her eyes, seems she is really needy as her husband ignores her for a long time.

"Seems like you really want this Jihyo." I say as my fingers go under her panties and inside if her.

'Stop teasing me, Y/N! Put it In!' Jihyo bites your lips and row over you, wanting to ride you.

Her tits keep bouncing as she breathes heavily, you put your hand on it and start playing with it.

I roll her over so I'm on top again. Covering her mouth again, and thrusting my fingers into her pussy. "Oh no, Jihyo. You teased me earlier, it's my turn."

Jihyo's tits till bouncing, her body twists due to the sensation, 'Ah, faster Y/N, please put it in. At least I let you cum.' Jihyo starts to moan louder to contest your teasing.

"Don't worry I'll let you cum." I say as I kiss her. "Get any louder and I'll stop right now." I continue kissing Jihyo to make her be quiet.

Jihyo cannot hide her moan so she just grab your head to kiss harder, you are feeling her become tighter, you thrust your finger faster until she reaches her orgasm.

'Ummm....' Jihyo moans in your mouth when she reaches her orgasm, you finally let go of her lips and let her catch her breath, but still slowly thrust your finger in her pussy.

Her bouncing tits are so eye-catching, so you just can't wait to suck her nipples.

As much as I want to continue this I continue, i pull my fingers out and have Jihyo suck them clean before I leave.

You let Jihyo clean your fingers before you leave, 'What? That's all?' Jihyo looks in disbelief when she sees you leaving her room.

"Yep, I just wanted to get back at you." I walk back over to her, rub her pussy again. "Don't you worry, I'll make sure to fill you up next time." I kiss her cheek and then leave.

'I wear this pajama for you, Y/N. Even Daniel hasn't seen me wearing it.' Jihyo said with a sad face. You comeback and give her one more kiss and leave eventually.

You back to your room and finally start to sleep, it's already midnight. You think about tomorrow's date with Momo before you fall asleep.

I'll wake the next morning well rested and ready for the day.

[utilitycaster]

I really appreciate your thorough breakdowns of this campaign's end, because I fell off of watching live back in summer 2023 (personal reasons), and though I kept myself pretty up-to-date with subsequent events I eventually started thinking "I'll come back when interesting things start happening" and I just never seemed to find that point. Good to know I'm far from the only one pretty displeased with how things apparently left off.

To throw in my two cents, I think you're spot-on with your impression of what kind of people those who think this was a narratively satisfying ending are. Specifically, I think it's coming from the type of people who find certain characters (I'm sure you can guess who) extremely relatable—difficult childhood, and/or early adulthood trauma, and/or were taken advantage of in grief—but refuse to acknowledge the fact that recovering from these things requires choosing to personally put in effort to do so. They want these characters to be handed a perfect happy ending, no work required, no matter what, and so when those of us who find that unsatisfactory dare to voice that opinion it's a personal attack on them saying that they don't deserve to be handed joy without working for it, because if their favorite characters can have it, so should they. (Because fiction is reflective of reality, so clearly that's what that means, I guess.) It's frustrating because I'd had high hopes for Imogen and Laudna's story in the beginning of the campaign, but there was a point where I just couldn't put up with their deliberate stagnation anymore. Definitely could have been psychologically interesting, though.

(And, just to be perfectly clear, this isn't a dig at anyone in the cast or anything—I suspect this was a case of too much ambition from previous success leading to less careful planning all around. I'm admittedly not super clear on exactly what the deal was with all the gods in the finale, though, so it's entirely possible I'm missing something major.)

Thanks! And yeah that does really feel like it in the end. Like, it is a campaign that seems to mainly be enjoyed by excuse-makers who want there to be a reason why it's right and proper to enjoy it and that criticizing it is inherently bad and wrong. Like, sorry man, if you see a post in the wild from someone you've never seen before indicating a character you relate to is stagnant and childish and your response isn't to say "well, I believe that's untrue, I'll make my own post about this" or "I don't like this so I'll block them" or "hmmmm maybe they are stagnant and childish, but they are relatable for other reasons, which are:" but instead to complain to them about how they are judging you, a random person they've never spoken to, you are the problem! You are the one feeling judged by a stranger who doesn't know you exist and who has no power to do anything beyond say something mean to you, and instead of going "wait this doesn't fucking matter" you are demanding the world bend around you to your will, and playing the victim when the world says "lmao no."

Like, again, no one is actually defending the campaign meaningfully. They're coming up with excuses why they can't or they're coming up with incorrect reasons why critique is impermissible (that fortunately no one is listening to) - that it's improv, that it's happy, that people aren't couching their posts sufficiently in This Is Only My Opinion (this is not how reviews/crit works, eg this AV Club article on the Severance premiere does not have Saloni Gajjar say "this is only my opinion" at the top because anyone who is smart enough to engage with media criticism in the first place doesn't need to be told this; there is a reason we are treating people with disdain and that's because the very act of being bothered by people phrasing criticism without This Is Only My Opinion is an immediate sign you are, in fact, not smart enough to get on this ride). It's the same with the characters. They want something to have suffered enough to be beyond criticism, and the rest of the fandom has (correctly) rejected that paradigm entirely, and they have no way to counter anything head on.

And as for Imogen and Laudna...while I think many things in the campaign were flaws that went beyond them, they certainly were at the heart of several, and I think had their relationship been a genuine slowburn - had Laudna rejected Imogen and remained mad in episode 65, as Laura outright expected - it might have been something worth our while.

I do think the bulk of...not even blame, simply responsibility, rests on Matt, and I do think it's mostly stretched thin/burnout/not realizing how this concept required much more work than past campaigns did, and again, I don't hold it against the cast (their live show in Philly this December was great, the CRF one-shot was fun, the Assassin's Creed one-shot was fun, and EXU Divergence has been stellar) but yeah it didn't work very well.

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Hey, I'm so sorry to hear about how you feel about the mota fandom and what happened to you :/ I meant to send a message earlier but life got in the way. I hope you're feeling better now, and I can only tell you that your fics and writing are some of my favorite in the fandom. Just by reading your stories, I can tell the care that was put into choosing each word to best convey the story and the characters' feelings, and it is really somethinf I admire :) I hope I can be as good a writer as you someday ❤️ And for the mota fandom, I totally get what you and that anon said! If you'll allow me a bit of a rant, to me, the mota fandom is full of well-intentioned people but I found that one of its problems is that, as much as there is enthusiasm, it is going in circles. Many have said it and I've noticed it too, but some have a tendency to jump on other people's ideas without giving credit or even asking if it's okay to expand, and on more than one occasion I found one of my ideas in someone else's inbox just a week after I'd posted it which threw me off posting any kinds of hc or random ideas, I only post full fics now because I'm scared that people will see an idea/au that they like on my blog and decide to expand on it without my consent or even crediting me for the original idea :/ To me that sucks because what I love about creating is the interactions with people, but because of the seldom posting except for full fics I don't get much 😂 And I know I could post snippet or hc, but the overenthusiasm bordering on no fandom manners that I've noticed stops me from doing that. Also, as a writer, it is quite discouraging to see people constantly reccing the same 5/6 fics/authors. Don't get me wrong, those are GREAT fics and authors, but babes, there are over 1,000 works in the clegan tag on ao3, why are we constantly reccing the same fics as in summer 2024. It feels like people only read the fics with the highest hits count, and from an outsider's pov, you'd think there are only 10 writers in the mota fandom 😭 I don't if it's bc the mota fandom is new so there are a lots of people from tiktok/that weren't on tumblr/in fandom before but it truly feels like fandom manners are getting lost, despite the plethora of incredible creators in the mota fandom. So there's this opposition between the enthusiasm over new ideas that seems to die down as soon as a story is posted, except if if it's one of the big fics from the summer. Imo the actual recognition of fics doesn't follow the enthusiasm of ideas and hcs, which is a bit of a shame I think, and to be quite honest, it made me lose my motivation to write for mota bc it just feels like I'll post a fic, it'll get traction for maybe a day or two, and then it'll be forgotten somewhere when people sort ao3 by number of hits or kudos

Anyway that was quite long I'm sorry, you don't have to answer this at all, I just needed to get this off my chest, but I really hope you know that even if it may not feel that way, you are an amazing writer, who clearly loves your stories, the characters and the words you use, and that is translated to the ao3 page <3 You truly are one of the most talented fic writers this fandom has, and I'd support you and your stories in whatever fandom you may be in ❤️

I assure you, anon, that you're not the only person to feel this way! I've had quite a few private conversations with friends and mutuals about really similar experiences and observations, and how disheartened and uncomfortable it's making us feel.

I guess people don't say anything because they don't want to be seen as sowing discord or being mean. I know that there are going to be people who might see this and interpret it as me "fuelling fandom discourse" or "fandom wanking" or "being a cunt" but actually I'm just talking about how we treat creators in online spaces, and the way that people en masse have apparently forgotten that creators in fandoms are people.

I had another anon tell me that someone laid claim to one of their ideas in the tags of their headcanon post, and I don't think you're the only person whose idea has been stolen and passed to another writer. I'm really sorry that's happened to you, and you're so right to not feel like posting anything because of it! This is truly the kind of stuff that makes people not want to participate or put themselves out there. Sometimes it's even writers doing the stealing, blatantly and without credit. It makes me think that a lot of people haven't shared creative spaces before and don't know how to be polite.

I also 100% agree about the fic rec thing. It's really disheartening to see the same fics passed around over and over again, not only from a writer perspective but a reader perspective. Something that seems to have emerged in fandom spaces over the years is deifying certain authors of popular fics - fic authors being treated like celebrities, the concept of a "must-read fic", even people only reading fics and authors that are already seen as popular/successful. I get that some people don't want to spend time scraping ao3 for niche fics, that's super understandable, but that's also why it would be nice to see a bit more adventure and variety in fic rec lists!

There is a low-key competitive feeling which a few people have mentioned to me - the feeling that there are people who want to "win" fandom or be the most popular/most reccd/most recognised writer, or whatever it may be. I just feel like anything that makes people feel like they're better than others is... come si dice... not good. I think it's a shitty way to treat people you're sharing a creative space with, to view them as competition and commodity.

Writing for consumption or writing for audience approval isn't something I've ever done, but I feel like it's cropping up more and more in fandom spaces too - not just MOTA, either. That's sort of a different discussion, but I do feel it's related to the copying/stealing in a way as well.

Now I also have to apologise for this getting too long! I'm glad you got it off your chest, and please feel free to come off anon at any time, because you've got an ally in me (and others too, I assure you). I think that everything you've said here merits consideration from everyone, at the very very least! It's in the interest of pursuing a more inclusive, supportive fandom space.

Thanks heaps as well for saying nice stuff about my writing! I only ever want to tell stories, and to give people something to enjoy that has clearly been created with care and consideration. I write to express things I want to express, and so it means a lot to me when other people see what I'm trying to say and pick up what I'm putting down. Truly madly deeply, my most boundless thanks!!! ♥️♥️♥️

[ingravinoveritas]

GT is really trying to make the Baftas about her on her Ig huh

(Grouping together for ease of responding.)

I've seen several mentions/had folks talking to me in DM about Georgia's Insta stories earlier today. I'll put some screenshots here so we can discuss:

I feel like this all starts with yesterday, so let's quickly recap: Last night, David appeared on the One Show. Georgia came along and watched the show backstage, and posted an Insta story of him on the TV screen, in color. She posted nothing related to David and Valentine's Day, despite having made a post about him every year for the last several years. Today, she posted about BAFTA preparations. Two photos of David, both again in black-and-white, and two photos in color, one of which featured her calling a bag of skincare products "my valentine."

The first thing that comes to mind is the songs that are used on some of these stories. For three out of four, the songs are upbeat and happy, which seems to contrast starkly with the almost somber tone of these pictures. It reminds me of the song "I Am A Rock" by Simon & Garfunkel, where the music is cheerful and up tempo, yet the lyrics are much darker and full of pain/sadness. So if you're only looking at what's on the surface, it causes you to miss what is going on underneath.

It would also be very easy to overlook that these stories are all related to an awards show--that David is hosting for a second time, no less. Because there isn't really anything celebratory about any of these. Just looking at the captions/tags, Georgia seems to be showing more enthusiasm for receiving free skincare products than for anything else. And in both pictures of David, he is doing something else/just trying to exist while she photographs him. In the picture in the car, he seems to be looking at the National Theatre, and despite sitting next to her, it feels like he is about a million miles away--that same feeling of preoccupation/tiredness that we saw last night.

And then there's the last piece of these stories, which is that the photos of David are once again in black-and-white. I've said this previously, but we are now long past the point where the B&W makes sense for legal reasons or anything having to do with the show. Let's also look at what's happened over the last few weeks: The fan taking a picture with David in the airport, the photo of David behind the bar in a pub in Glasgow this week, and then the full-on hair reveal last night, all in color. Contrast that with the video of David dancing to Sabrina Carpenter, the WOS acceptance speech, and now these photos, all in black and white, and all taken/filmed by Georgia.

Looking at everything together, I think David never cared about hiding his hair, while Georgia and Anna knew/know the fans have wanted to see dyed hair, and have viewed their Instagrams as a source for pictures. So holding the promise and possibility of seeing that is a guaranteed way to keep getting clicks and drive engagement, especially given how many fans took screenshots and got excited every time Georgia or Anna added a new story. What became a joke at the fandom's expense has now backfired, and I truly don't think there was ever going to be a "big reveal" or that either of them intended to post a picture of the dyed hair in color.

To be clear, there is no part of me that takes joy in any of this, and I do not wish for either David or Georgia to be unhappy or miserable. But I can't dismiss the almost painful gut reaction I had to these Insta stories--how "off" the vibes are, and how this all seems to be about much more than just hair dye.

What will happen at the BAFTAs tomorrow is still anyone's guess--Michael is not listed as a special guest or as a presenter (though he did present an award last year, as I recall), so who knows if he will even be there--but I am honestly hoping that things will be okay. For everyone's sake...

[f-imaginings]

It’s Valentine’s Day! Please can you share something cute like a headcanon or something with billford? Like did bill and ford celebrate Valentine’s Day sometime in kmky? Just anything! We need something for this romantic holiday!

Just for you I wrote a little scene in my notes app in my phone that got a bit out of hand and ended up being its own short story haha. I hope you enjoy a pre-betrayal KMKY Billford scene that may have happened on February 14th 🤷 who can say (certainly not the author lmao)

Enjoy! 🥳🥳🥳❤️❤️❤️❤️

In Fiddleford's absence, the engineer having taken yet more of Stanford's egregiously given "annual leave" to go celebrate February 14th with his wife in Palo Alto, Bill was left with two options.

Annoy Sixer into making him a lavish late breakfast or capitulate and join the scientist at the Diner for the travesty known as "brunch".

"You see it's a portmanteau of breakfast and lunch, which deserves its own separate menu for some reason." Stanford explained in the car, his six fingered hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel as he drove.

Arms crossed sullenly in the passenger seat, Bill turned his nose up at the concept as a whole. "That's not creating something new, that's just smashing two words together. Anyone can do that. Watch. Deflammestrate."

Stanford blinked and tilted his head as he pulled into the parking lot, mulling that one over. An amused smile tugged at the edges of his lips as he cast an indulgent look at his muse.

"Deflammestrate."

Putting on a stuffy academic voice, Bill postured. "You see, it's a portmanteau of defenestrate and flammable. Comes in handy for throwing people out of windows as they spontaneously combust."

Scoffing a brief laugh, Ford parked and undid his seatbelt. "Well. Let's hope it catches on."

"I'm sure it will." Bill insisted pettily, undoing his own seatbelt. "Like wildfire."

"I'm sure." Ford laughed indulgently as he got out of the car, only to pause, his expression souring rapidly as he observed the onslaught of pink decor that covered Greasy's exterior. "This holiday makes me want to deflammestrate myself. Dear god, could it be any more garish?"

Bill got out of the car and slammed the door shut, surveying the pink hearts and paper cherubs glued onto the windows of the diner curiously, then back to Stanford as if to measure his response.

"Well, the hearts are hardly anatomically accurate if that's your issue. Missing a few key ventricles there. What's the big deal? Isn't this just more inane human pageantry?"

Rubbing his hand over his stubble, Ford debated getting back in the car and going somewhere else. Somewhere less 'in your face' obnoxious about the holiday season.

Was 'brunch' worth this?

"Alright, fine. I suppose I'll just have to grit my teeth and bear it." Ford shook his head, muttering to himself. "Not like there's any other diners in this town. Come on, let's find a booth."

The bell above the door clanged as they entered and received a perfunctory greeting from old Mrs Wentworth behind the counter, making their way to their customary seats at the end booth.

This booth, and indeed all the booths were covered in an excess of pink heart shaped confetti and glitter, and someone had suspended paper cherub decorations from the ceiling above each booth with string, adding to the holiday spirit.

Sliding into the booth, Bill continued to watch curiously as Ford scowled at the cartoonish eyes of the cherub hung above their booth, snatching it down and folding it in half to avert its judgemental stare.

Reaching for the brunch menu, Ford grumbled to himself as he scanned through the page, his bizarre reaction piquing Bill's interest.

"What are you having?" Ford asked bluntly as he swept confetti off the table derisively, his sour mood delighting his partner.

"Oh, gee, I guess I'll have whatever it is that crawled up your butt and died today." Bill teased giddily.

"What?" Ford blinked at him, jarred from his humbug behaviour.

Flicking a handful of confetti at Stanford, Bill laughed when he flinched, the paper hearts stuck in his fluffy brown hair. "Boo!"

"Bill, stop it!" Ford complained, immediately moving to brush the confetti off him, casting an irritable look his way. "Can't I order a meal without being accosted by this holiday?"

"Not until you tell me why you hate it so much." Bill pried. "Unless you were a gang member shot dead in Chicago in 1929, miraculously reincarnated as a pocket protector wearing nerd you should have no reason to act this grumpy."

Stanford winced, before waving his hand, explaining. "Valentine's day isn't - well you could say it's not my favourite holiday."

Ripping the paper top off one of the sugar packets, Bill tipped the sugar in his mouth, gesturing with his hand as he prompted. "And you could say more on that."

"Why do you want to know?" Ford's shoulders hunched defensively.

"I thought this was a thing we're doing now, where you ask me invasive questions and I get to do the same." Bill shrugged, chewing on the sugar as he spoke. "Like that question you asked me this morning?"

"When I asked your favourite colour?" Ford squinted, trying to piece together Bill's logic.

"Yeah! That one! Super invasive! That's like me asking you what your favourite letter of the alphabet is! Totally redundant."

"My favourite letter is S." Ford replied cageily. "And you didn't even answer that question this morning."

"And now you're not answering mine." Bill crossed his arms, feigning disappointment. "You see. We're not getting anywhere at this rate. May as well just give up now."

Tensing his jaw stubbornly, Stanford raised his eyebrow. "Fine, I'll tell you why I hate Valentine's day so much if you tell me something about yourself."

Bill opened his mouth to say something blatantly obvious but Ford cut him off, too familiar with him to allow that.

"Something genuine. Something I don't already know."

Bill's mouth snapped shut and pressed into a thin line as he pondered that ultimatum before he rested his elbows on the table, leaning forward in the booth.

"Fine. But you go first."

"Fine." Ford agreed, but his disclosure was interrupted by Stacey's sudden arrival.

"Happy Valentine's day y'all, can I take your order?"

"Oh, right, yes. Do I have to order off the brunch menu or can I just get the big breakfast?" Ford asked, peering at the menus on the table.

"Brunch menu is Suzie's idea. You're so lucky she's not here, else you'd be gettin' your meal with a side of a dozen roses, Mr Mystery." Stacey scoffed as she jotted down Ford's order. "And is that the chilli fries, steak sandwich and an unhealthy amount of mustard on the side for you as well."

"You don't know me food wench. Don't pretend that you do." Bill narrowed his yellow slitted eyes at Stacey contrarily.

Stacey then looked to Stanford, her dry expression speaking to her years of customer service experience, able to weather any storm.

"Also two teas, if you could." Ford added with a meek smile.

"AND seven milkshakes!" Bill added imperiously.

"No." Ford countered, reaching across the table to lower Bill's hand.

"Six milkshakes!" Bill haggled.

"One milkshake max." Stanford insisted.

"You drive a hard bargain IQ." Bill shook his head scornfully. "Too cruel."

"You guys are cute." Stacey observed, popping her pink bubblegum before jotting the order down with flourish. "I'll be right out with that milkshake."

As Stacey walked away, Bill turned his attention back to Stanford, blinking expectantly at him.

"You were saying."

Shaking off Stacey's comment Ford clenched his jaw and resigned himself to telling his story.

"It's not that I didn't get attention on Valentine's Day. That wasn't the issue. I mean, the girls at the chess club tried their luck with anyone and they weren't exactly subtle." Ford winced, rubbing the back of his neck. "Between Stanley's loud boasting about his conquests and the general scrutiny from family members that comes along with the holiday, it felt like there wasn't an option to go about your day unaccosted if you didn't want to partake in all this frivolity. It's not a holiday for scientists. It's a day where people throw all logic out the window and give in to their baser instincts."

"Uhuh." Bill nodded, tilting his head to the side as he swiped his tongue over his teeth, licking sugar from his gums. "Sure. What's the real reason?"

Stanford blanched and leaned back in his chair, his chin rearing back into his neck.

"I don't know what you -"

"Don't try to kid me Sixer. I like to think I know you better than that. If it were just the principle of the thing ticking you off you wouldn't be acting like cupid here murdered your firstborn." Bill pointed out, lidding his eyes at Ford. "This holiday doesn't just offend your sensibilities, it's hurt you somehow."

Crossing his arms, Ford sat with his shoulders bunched up around his ears contentiously, stubbornly silent until Stacey returned with their order.

"Here you go, your milkshake, two teas, the big breakfast and the usual monstrosity. I'll come back with a dessert menu when you're done."

Bill watched her retreat and shook his head, before turning back to face Ford, watching him push his food around on his plate.

Reaching forward to snag his hash brown, Bill made it clear through his continued silent eye contact that he wanted an answer.

Pursing his lips, Ford sucked in a deep breath before exhaling loudly and reaching for his cutlery.

"Cathy Crenshaw." Cutting into his sausage and stacking scrambled egg and mushrooms onto his fork, Stanford took a bite, continuing to speak as he chewed. "She ruined the holiday for me. She was the most popular girl in my high school. Blonde, head of the cheer squad, vivacious. I should have been more suspicious when she started being nice to me but I thought she just wanted homework help, or a study partner. I thought she was being sincere."

"It was a set up?" Bill asked, piling chilli onto his steak sandwich and lifting the dripping concoction to his mouth.

"For public humiliation." Ford nodded, making another carefully curated forkful of food, slicing into the grilled tomato and crispy bacon. "She sent me a Valentine's card, instructing me to meet her under the bleachers. I didn't tell Stanley. I thought he'd make fun of me, although in hindsight I probably should have told him. He always could spot a con from a mile away."

"What did she do?" Bill asked, chewing on his chilli steak sandwich messily.

"Her friends were in the bleachers above us. They weren't the most inventive bullies. Jocks and cheerleaders mostly so given their respective IQ their humour catered to the lowest common denominator." Ford recounted, chewing his food and hardly tasting it. "They couldn't touch my academic prowess because the school valued that, and since Stanley brought knuckle dusters to school one time, physical bullying was out, so they took aim at the obvious."

Bill's brow furrowed, confused at what the obvious could be if the bullies weren't just jealous of Sixer's IQ.

Ford looked up at Bill's expression then back to his plate, his hands clenching around his knife and fork.

"They poured hot dogs down on me from the bleachers. Hot dogs and hot dog water. The smell didn't wash out of my hair properly for a week."

When Bill continued to appear perplexed, Ford set his cutlery down and flexed his hands in the air in front of him.

"Hot dogs look like fingers. I did say they weren't the most inventive."

The outrage that crossed Bill's features then was a true sight to behold. It was beautiful (despite the chilli on Bill's chin), Ford thought, suddenly wistful for someone who would have been outraged on his behalf in the past, wishing he met Bill sooner.

"To this day I can't stomach the smell of hot dogs." Ford remarked with a shrug, as if this memory hadn't coloured his opinion of February 14th. "That's why I'm not fond of the holiday."

"Well, did you ever get back at them?" Bill asked indignantly, wiping his face with a napkin.

"They say success is the best revenge."

"What, have they never heard of anthrax before? What about a pipe bomb? A good old fashioned Molotov cocktail? What about napalm?" Bill gesticulated wildly as he spoke. "Nothing says successful like immolating your enemies. How 'bout a little deflammestration, huh?"

"While I've definitely thought of it -" Ford laughed, and tipped his head forward. "And now I have this wonderful new portmanteau to describe that grisly outcome, thank you for that, I just think - what's the point? They've moved on with their lives. I certainly have, and there's no point dwelling on it any more than I already have to. I just want to pretend it never happened."

Bill stared at Ford, as if judging his sincerity here, before scowling and pushing aside his empty plate.

"Fine, but they don't get to take this day away from you. If anything you should enjoy this day twice as much, just to spite them!" Bill declared, shaking his fist in the air for emphasis.

"A novel idea." Ford raised one eyebrow skeptically. "Maybe I would if I ever had someone inclined to celebrate it with me, assuming the saccharine nature of the holiday doesn't give us some sort of congenital heart disease merely by partaking."

Bill pondered this, before he reached across the table grabbing Ford's hand. "I'll celebrate it with you. I'm great at spiting things. You're not due for a heart attack until you're 92 and I'm not even sure if this body processes sugar the same way you meatsacks do. It can't be that hard, right?"

Ford blinked at Bill then looked around the Diner cautiously, flexing his six fingers around Bill's hand.

"Really?"

"Sure. What does being a Valentine entail? What do I have to do?" Bill asked expectantly, sitting upright in his chair.

"Well, usually two people would share a meal together somewhere out in public." Ford explained, looking around the diner now, noticing all the other couples boothed up just like they were.

"Well my meal's already gone, but it looks like Stink Eye put two straws in my milkshake. I'm willing to share but it's gotta be a 60/40 split. Maybe 70/30 since you cheated me out of the other six milkshakes." Bill haggled.

"I'm honestly surprised you've never had a stomach ache." Ford laughed, sliding the milkshake between them and fiddling with the straw. "I don't think a human appetite could stomach that much dairy without consequences."

"I haven't had a stomach ache YET but if someone let me get the other six milkshakes maybe we'd get somewhere."

"Just drink your milkshake." Ford laughed, taking a sip, only for Bill to grasp the other straw and start furiously sucking, unwilling to give up his 70/30 split.

Over by the counter, Stacey shook her head at the two of them and popped her bubblegum, rolling her eyes.

Typical Valentine's Day nonsense. Next year she's taking the day off. Valentine's day in customer service is the worst.

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[legendary-cookies]

(Source)

FUCK

[somegrumpynerd]

Bitty update! Or I guess bitties (bittys?) update since there's apparently two of them now.

I didn't expect to see much of them after that last encounter since they seemed pretty unhappy about me getting too close, but I kept leaving out food and keeping my eyes peeled just in case. A lot of people have been saying to leave jerky but I haven't been able to find any so I've been leaving out bread and ham, is this okay for them?

Anyway, the other day when I was on my lunch break I saw the horror bitty scurrying around again. He saw me and disappeared which I expected, but then he came back and just kinda sat across from me and ate?? I didn't want to say anything in case it spooked him so we just sort of ate lunch together in silence, but I did try and take a sneaky picture

Is this good? Is this normal for bitties? When he was finished eating he just got up and walked off and I didn't see where he went, but I assume he's not super scared of me if he sat and ate so close right?

Also I found this cute little ketchup jar, I've been keeping it in the fridge since it's been warm in work and I thought they'd like a cool treat. Well I found it like this the other day so I guess that's a yes lol

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

the doctor isnt neurodivergent or autistic or adhd or nonbinary or genderqueer or asexual. what the doctor is, is Not From Here

[aurorialwolf]

Analyzing how I feel about my own oc cuz why not

Spoilers for the most recent Aria Aisling audio, its under the tag at the bottom of this and just before this post on my profile

I honestly pity Aria so much, and I wanted to write all this before I forgot my main points, but like. She's just so fuckin sad bro

Like, they already struggled with AuDHD throughout their teenagehood and childhood, just to get an absolutely perfect outlet (dreamwalking), but misused it (albeit with what she thought were good intentions) and now she's a fucking convict. Like talk about getting dealt a bad hand, she didn't even know about the empowered community so she had no chance of learning how to properly use her powers or anything.

Imagine being her, having struggled for 2 months trying to keep someone out of a coma because you couldn't wake them up, and finally having that burden lifted.. only to have some kind of.. magic cops??? At your door with a warrant for your arrest.

And now you don't know when you get to see your family again? I just. god I wish Aria could be happy. But she's stuck in an endless cycle of trying to get control of her life and once again losing it to the broken system that won't ever actually properly rehabilitate her, instead just chucking her back into prison and reeducating her on covert and proper magic use... as if that even helps???

And then ending up in the United States after having lived in Canada her whole life,, and suddenly having to also fear for her human rights as a queer person. And her citizenship doesn't even matter because DUMP won't let her move back home until they're sure she's safe to be around again, which at this rate she may never be.

And she tries to hold onto the people she cares about the only way she knows how, but knowing deep down that inevitably they'll start fearing her too and will also shun her.

She's digging her own grave.

[laugtherhyena]

Oh right uhh, Kokoro lives in -2+2 (And Emma, and also Hibiki)

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Ok, alright, maybe I have a problem. But I was watching Agatha All Along with my family (because they haven't seen it yet), and we got to episode 7, and they managed to completely ruin the final scenes. They were obnoxious all episode long but oh my god. Between my brother making inane comments, my mother asking about stuff that is literally happening on the screen, my father having to rewind every two lines because he doesn't hear what they're saying (but he doesn't want hearing aids, and he won't turn on subtitles, because 'he can hear just fine'), they managed to ruin the entire emotional payoff of the episode. When I first watched it I was glued to the screen watching Lilia's death and my father had the audacity to stop the episode right as the final song started playing to ask my brother to fetch him some dessert. Thank god I can watch the stuff I like by myself because I would literally go crazy if I had to experience every piece of media like this.

[maliciousalice]

Hear me out (or don't... it's fine I'm just venting and mean) yeah um I don't believe Chakotay was saved in Prod*gy s2.

[wcbweblog]

thinking 'bout them again <3

[medicinemane]

Should make a pain killer that actually kills (or even touches) pain

[nobodybetterlookatme]

i hope you’re safe in your line of work. i’m sure it’s very difficult work and dangerous. it’s also very hot and sexy that you’re a firefighter so it’s really cool that you’re so brave

Well I'm still not dead so that's safe enough I guess lmao but this shit keeps dragging on, like it's crazy 😭 the work usually isn't too bad when we're not on incidents tho, like it's mainly just training and playing in the dirt ahdkaksk it's not as cool and sexy as you think it is unfortunately 😔 but I like to pretend it is and I have fun for the most part so that's all that really matters tbh lmao

[thingwithfeathers]

you wait twelve tormenting years for something and then it's over in a moment.