#i’m only saying this here bc i’m twitter-less

[kminjeongg]

life is good!!

[phantomsies]

literacy, empathy and nuance are dead fucking arts and there really is no coming back from it.

[callmrmorrow]

to make up for my last post, here’s what i think the invincible characters would do as content creators

mark grayson/invincible: comic book channel who analyzes and breaks down different in-world comics, particularly seance dog. very critical. has those really dumb cheesy thumbnails of his jaw hanging while he points at the new issue in blatant shock. is on youtube. think star wars theory but with less alt-right pipeline bs. has a somewhat decent following

nolan grayson/omniman: this motherfucker hates social media and thinks it is one of the most moronic things to come out of humanity. has a twitter account to post about his books, only follows his wife and son (maybe his publisher) but doesn’t like mark’s tweets bc they’re mostly complaining, flaming, or talking about comic books (average male teen activities)

debbie grayson: house hunters for superheroes, or maybe closer to selling sunset with the entire company? could sell you a house with two murder victims on the floor ten feet away from you. if it’s something like selling sunset, she’s definitely the most popular with the fans because she’s super humble, competent, and shockingly compassionate on the camera. has a couple superfans who are largely middle-aged men and the occasional teenage girl (she has to manually block them on nolan’s phone; i imagine he’s not insecure but maybe a bit possessive)

amber bennett: probably runs a tiktok account on social justice topics. might have a tumblr or some other online blog where she breaks down current events and shares petitions for world betterment. anything but performative, frequently starts or attends protests for various causes. insanely well-spoken, lots of posts about her work at the soup kitchen, and you just know she donates money to everyone who pops up on her feed. such a good person it almost makes you feel like you’re not doing enough (and that’s lowkey the point).

eve wilkins/atom eve: science tutoring on youtube. faceless, think like khan academy, but has voiceovers. covers simple to super advanced stuff in a very understandable format that made her super popular. its some shit like “atomswitheve,” and it’s wildly popular but she literally never talks about it #humblequeen. while she and rex were dating, she let him edit a video and came back to like six explosions superimposed over chemical formulas.

the immortal: fucking history channel but it’s all about things he’s actually experienced, but nobody fucking believes him. voiceovers a slideshow of images. incredibly boring, comments are full of people saying “source” and he replies “I was there.” but again… no one believes him. a couple college professors cite his videos for historical inaccuracy — and they are inaccurate because immortal has an ego, but his content is actually closer than other firsthand accounts because he survived most of the stuff (and remembers it well).

oliver grayson: debbie screens his online time so he doesn’t go all ultron (we all know this motherfucker has little care for human life). mostly posts skating stuff or gaming clips that aren’t particularly good. does not get much traction but mark is always in his comments hyping him up, but he’s always wrong about what tricks oliver performs; it’s become a habit for oliver to march up to mark and say “this was actually a nollie inward heelflip you MORON”

rex splode: runs his own fan account that has like 7 posts of the druski dance with himself and captions like “yes i’m rex splode, yes i’m the best guardian, yes i bagged atom eve, yes i can defeat omni man, did i mention i can defeat omni man?” relatively popular. does tiktok live reactions of WWE fights — since he’s not wearing his costume, no one knows who he is — or anything else that his viewers submit. got cancelled twice but nobody seems to care, least of all him.

shrinking rae: runs a youtube account that is like… emulating one of those “day in the life of a [insert occupation] student” videos where she just kind of pretends to be normal. also makes cooking videos, videos about cleaning her apartment, self-care tips and tricks for young women (can’t imagine she got a lot of advice from her gung-ho superhero parents), and study habits for struggling college students. she kind of pretends to be who she wants to be irl.

kate cha: lowkey a music producer, since all her clones just play different instruments or harmonize with each other. she doesn’t get a lot of chances to do it with her hero work, but releases nothing but bangers when she can. featured rex yelling at her for cheating on him as an intro for one of her songs (like that one guy on tiktok) and it blew up. has a lot of songs about death, which most think is odd (important to remember she’s died a lot).

cecil stedman: does NOT post on social media and i can’t think of a world where he would. but if he did, it’s probably just a fake bot account that reposts pro-government propaganda. “more funding for the GDA” “cecil was right” “lets double the US defense budget” he’s the kind of guy to like everything on his fyp just to throw off the algorithm.

i do have more but this post is getting too long for most people’s (including me) low attention spans. will do a part 2 with requested characters if this is well-received

[voidspiraling]

Im talking abt the newest IvanTill merch

I realized I am tooo impatient to wait for a better picture lol

I’ve also decided to talk abt the MiziSua merch and HyunaLuka merch as well just for comparison. I think these were in a pop up store in I thinkkkk Shanghai??? I just saw them in twitter.

Let’s start with the girlies!!!!

Here we see the message LoveHate with Rest in Peace at the bottom in a heart. The heart itself reminds me of a tombstone. Mizi and Sua are in their Round 1 outfits with Sua wearing small angel wings likely because she is dead.

I want to draw attention to their poses, Mizi is curled up in a ball with her hair in front of her face. She also has mascara running down her eyes due to her crying. Sua is standing and bending down to look at her, we can’t see her face.

To me Mizi looks like a little kid peeking up at Sua. While Sua looks almost playful leaning down to look at her. I think this shows the power balance between Mizi and Sua. Mizi feels small and helpless without her, meanwhile Sua feels more carefree now that she’s “free” in a sense from living. She’s happy that her plan worked out and is seemingly content with the outcome of Round 1. Mizi sees Sua as her god and I think this artwork shows the consequence of that. Worshipping someone as a god is in my opinion not very healthy and will end in sadness. And we can see that as Mizi is curled up into herself, because her sole source of warmth is gone. She has no one to cling to because she focused her entire life to Sua and no one else. She’s friendly and has friends, but she’s never opened up in a meaningful way with anyone but Sua, she essentially put all her eggs in one basket. And now that Sua is gone Mizi is totally alone. However I think that because we can see Mizi’s eyes it represents Mizi picking herself back up. She’s curled up and self soothing herself but she seems contemplative.

The love and hate here is interesting bc I wasn’t sure if they could ever really hate each other. Did Sua hate that Mizi was so ignorant? But kept her that way bc it was her only salvation? Did Mizi hate Sua for lying to her? But also loved it bc she realized it also protected her? It’s very interesting to me. MiziSua is actually the pairing I understood the least bc I felt like most of the interaction I saw of them were through Mizi’s idealistic POV.

Next let’s talk abt the hyuna and Luka picture.

Here we see Luka on his knees clinging to Hyuna’s leg with his eyes closed. He has a flushed face and appears to be happy. Hyuna is standing with her back towards us, she’s holding a gun in her right hand and Luka’s hair in her left hand. Holding something with your left is seen as holding something that’s less significant than what’s in your right hand according to the Bible. The left has also been used to symbolize negativity and misunderstandings. This is all just speculation however.

What I think is important is that it looks like Luka is clinging to a false hope. He’s literally clinging to her cold metal leg, not even Hyuna herself. Meanwhile Hyuna looks like she’s ready to leave and doesn’t even face Luka except to push his hair out of his eyes. I think this is her way of saying “I’m not going to be with you anymore you have to stand on your own.” With Luka closing his eyes trying to deny his reality. I think Luka is a hypocrite and an unreliable narrator but I’ll find the brain power to talk abt it another time. This seems to be another god worship relationship. Just like the MiziSua picture Luka is worshipping Hyuna as his god. Luka and Mizi are actually pretty similar they’re both almost child like around the one they love.

Mizi in all-in seems more adult like and Luka during the rounds was antagonistic and menacing. But around their “god” they act childishly and hopelessly in love. I think they’re meant to reflect one another and it shows in how similar their relationships are.

This is my speculation but I think they both loved each other romantically but also hate each other viciously. Hyuna’s was already explained in her final moments comic where she states that this is her revenge dying in front of Luka. But I think Luka also holds some hate for Hyuna as well. I remember the artbook where he rates his relationship with her at 70%. To my knowledge this is supposed to be objective but I wouldn’t be surprised if it was Luka being an unreliable narrator and putting her at 70% when it should actually be 100%.

The reason why I think Luka hates her is bc she “left” him. Luka has grown up in an extremely abusive environment where his only salvation was Hyuna. He loves her but also resents her for leaving him. Honestly after watching Weige I still don’t understand this manchild. But him clinging to her metal leg makes me wonder if he ever really liked Hyuna at all. Did he fall in love with her bc she’s Hyuna or is it bc she was just the first person that was nice to him? It’s hard to tell but it’s clear from this picture that they are on two completely different wave lengths.

Now to talk abt my favorite pairing IvanTill!!!!

There is a clear difference between this picture and the other two pictures. Mainly how intertwined IvanTill are. In the other pictures the deceased character is standing above the living one. But here Ivan and Till clutching at each other. Till is holding onto Ivan’s pants meanwhile Ivan is literally pulling at Till’s shirt. Almost like he’s trying to pull Till even closer to him. Another interesting point is that they’re both kneeling (no Ivan isn’t sitting in Till’s lap) I take this to mean that they both bring the other to their knees. They’re each other’s weakness. Neither Ivan nor Till puts the other on a pedestal.

IvanTill has always stood out to me because of how conflict driven they are but also how they’re the only pairing on equal footing. Mizi was sheltered by Sua, and Luka worships Hyuna. This is to both of their detriment bc Mizi believes a false narrative and ends up walking towards her own doom. And Luka doesn’t even flinch when a gun is at his head bc Hyuna is in front of him. The consequence is then that their one and only dies in front of them and now they have navigate reality without them.

With Ivan and Till it’s different. Ivan loved Till even at his lowest and Till loved Ivan even at his lowest. Till saw Ivan before he went through “image” training and he accepted Ivan for his true self. Even though he complains abt Ivan it’s clear from his actions, the fact that he was willing to let Ivan kill him, that he cares a lot for him. And for Ivan he saw past Till’s anger exterior and saw a sensitive boy who’s passionate.

He cares a lot abt Till and his passions. Both Till and Ivan have something that is unique abt them, and it’s that uniqueness that the other falls in love with. I’m basing this off the free content but I’m sure the paid content goes more into depth for each pairing. But from what I’ve seen so far IvanTill is the easiest for me to understand. Till likes it when Ivan is weird, he doesn’t bat an eye when Ivan touches him or invades his personal space.

This is from another Merch thing the blind box figures. But on Till’s post it says “Drink me up with the eyes you look at me.” And idk abt u but that sounds like Till giving Ivan permission to stare at him. And Ivan likes Till despite him being incomprehensible. Even though Till ran back to captivity, basically throwing away his chance at freedom, Ivan still loves him. Enough to want to protect him even if only for a little longer.

Now let’s talk abt the hate aspect bc oh boy do they hate each other. From Till consciously blocking Ivan from memory and Ivan being insensitive to Till. From the audiences perspective it’s clear as day to see the love they have for each other (if you have obsessive eyes like mine) but imagine the guy you like pretending you don’t even exist. To the point that even if you act mean to him he won’t react to you. Now imagine what it’s like for the guy you like to constantly pick fights with you while he acts so polite to everyone else.

They’re special to each other but bc of their hate they act immaturely. This is what drives the misunderstanding.

But even so they both can’t help but cling to one another.

Looking at each other face to face for probably the first time in a while. And even tho Till is in color to represent that he’s “alive” he looks so monochromatic he looks “dead” like Ivan. Is Till alive who knows? But in this picture he looks like he’s being enveloped by Ivan symbolizing that he’ll meet Ivan’s fate.

Another thing I wanted to point out is that Sua and Hyuna were planning on dying for their other half. But in Ivan’s final moments he said he doesn’t understand why he did what he did. Of the three of them, Ivan wanted to be alive with Till and him sacrificing himself was a last resort. Even in death he tries to get closer to Till. The hand pulling at Till’s shirt looks aggressive and desperate. But the hand around Till’s waist and Ivan’s head resting against Till’s looks so soft and loving. Like Luka Ivan didn’t know how to love properly, but unlike Luka Ivan knew that Till wasn’t a god or his savior. He knew that if he stayed with Till he’d be miserable, he’s literally his Black Sorrow. But even so he still stays with Till bc of his love for him. Bc Till is only human and Ivan was the only person who could comfort him.

Till may fantasize that it’s Mizi who protects him, but the reality is that Ivan has been the one protecting him. Likewise Ivan may think he means nothing to Till, but Till has always cared abt Ivan to the point where his death led to Till’s loss in round 7.

Another thing I wanted to point out is just how physical IvanTill are. They have the Kiss Scene✨ the comic where Ivan has +19 thoughts while standing behind Till, their fights and Ivan putting his hands around Till’s waist and chest whenever he can. In this artwork too, they’re literally glued together. I don’t mean to say physical intimacy is the ultimate proof of love, or that it makes IvanTill better bc they are more physical with each other. But I do think that this physical closeness, this attraction is very romantic, and shows how deeply they care for one another in a way the other pairings don’t show.

Again Mizi literally monologues abt how Sua is her god. Luka has Hyuna’s wanted posters up like she’s his idol instead of his childhood friend. (I thought it was funny that during the IvanTill clematis the monologue was more comedic. Almost like they’re both aware how silly it is to treat a human as a god.)

Till doesn’t like Ivan bc he’s a good student with a nice smile or bc he’s a good singer. And Ivan doesn’t like Till because he’s his savior or god. Ivan is awkward and two faced when it comes to other people. Till is reckless and self-destructive. They are into each other not bc of what the other person does for them. Till doesn’t validate Ivan and Ivan doesn’t validate Till. But still they are drawn to each other because it’s the messiness of the other person that they like.

It has to be love to think that Till, despite his stupidity and one track mind is a precious person. It has to be love to think that Ivan, despite his bluntness and weirdness is like family. It has to be love to be so happy just quietly spending time together.

Again not trying to say the other ships aren’t good or real just bc I don’t understand them. They’re interesting as well and I liked the exploration of each parings relationship in the series. I just thought it was interesting how different IvanTill is compared to the other characters. I think that’s bc of how conflict driven they are, I feel like that’s where u see a characters true motivations and thoughts.

Anyways Love and Hate suits IvanTill the best methinks, and I really like this art of them. Till angry and looking for answers and Ivan looking somber that he can’t provide any. They’re embracing and stealing each other’s warmth despite the awful situation. And their heads against each other is too wholesome!!! Imagine if they actually communicated when they were alive they would’ve been married with 5 kids already lol

[ayyy-pee]

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

WC: 6.7k

Summary: You’d never met anyone like Suguru Geto before. It seems strange that just a few hours ago, you’d never seen or heard of this man in your life. But it feels like you're drawn to each other in ways neither of you can explain. There's a pull you couldn’t resist if you tried.

Rockstar AU

Story Warning: Smut, Blowjob, Mutual Masturbation, Female Masturbation, Profanity because come on..., Sprung Suguru, Cumshots, Facials, Cumplay (a lil bit), Fingersucking, A sprinkle of power dynamic, Oral Sex, First Day Hookups

Suguru art by: @affectbitter

AN: There's some OCs in this one bc this was just a funny idea between me and some friends LMAO. Imagine them however you will!

The roar of the crowd is almost painful in your ear as you enter the venue. You’ve made it just in time, with minutes to spare. 

“Excuse me. Sorry! Just gonna squeeze past you here…I’m sorry…”

The apologies fall from your lips as you navigate through the crowd of people in the arena. You’re trying to find your way backstage before the concert begins for this band… Demon Parade?

An up and coming group, quickly rising in stardom who you never would have heard of had you not been scouring the job boards for an easy and quick way to make money. Imagine your surprise when you found a job posting for them stating the band was in need of an efficient, organized assistant. A go-getter who would be willing to do anything to aid in their success and ride along with them. 

You’d had some assistant jobs in the past, nothing too crazy, but you knew what the basic expectation of an assistant was. So you applied for the job, not thinking there was a chance in hell you’d get it, but you needed something and anything was better than nothing. Besides, the job came with all the perks: benefits, free travel, a food allowance. Sounded like a steal. 

You got the call less than a week later, saying that you were a great fit and exactly what the band was in search of! It didn’t seem real at the time, even after you’d hung up, filled out your onboarding paperwork and were sent all of your information for your first day – the concert you were currently pushing your way through. It felt even less real when you received your all access badge at the arena doors.

You’d made sure to listen to a few of Demon Parade’s songs and you had to admit, you liked what you heard, but you wouldn’t exactly call yourself a superfan. Not like the crowd of people swarming around you as you hurried through to backstage. God, it was fucking packed.

Is this band that good?

The moment you enter backstage, you feel like you can breathe again. It’s less crammed, so you feel like you can relax a bit. But that feeling only lasts for a second before someone practically materializes out of thin air before you. They call your name, one hand coming up to tap the small earpiece in their ear, the other coming up to indicate for you to stop.

“Yep, she just got here,” They mumble into the earpiece. “I’ll bring her back.” They tap the earpiece again, waving to you to follow them. “I trust you didn’t have any trouble getting back here?” 

“Nope, fairly easy,” you answer, quickening your pace to catch up with them.

“Good,” they make a sharp turn around a corner, speeding up and you feel like an idiot essentially running behind them. “I’m Jaz, the band’s manager. We don’t have too much time. I’ll give you a brief overview of the band and each member and then I’ll introduce you to them.”

“Oh, so just…immediately starting? Is there like…a formal training I should be going through first? Or a new hire orientation?”

“No,” they state. “Do what the band asks and if you do it well enough and the band likes you, you’ll be able to keep your job by the end of the night.”

Your eyes wide as you rush to walk next to Jaz. “Wait, what do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said. If you make a good impression on the band, we’ll keep you. We’re about to start a national tour in a few days and we need someone who will be able to get the job done. If not, we move on.”

“Okay, so just…do what they ask me to and…that’s it?”

“That’s it,” Jaz confirms. “It’s that simple.”

So this whole first day is a test…given with no actual instructions…Fucking weird, but who are you to argue?

You’ll just have to use your prior assistant knowledge to make it work. If you’ve done one assistant job, you’ve done them all. You think so, at least.

You hurry through the halls alongside Jaz, the hallways snaking around to the back of the venue where there are many different dressing rooms – one for each band member and one for the group. Jaz reaches a door with a sign taped to it with the name Demon Parade on it. Scribbled in the corner of the sign is what looks like a very poorly drawn penis.

Jaz sighs when they see the doodle and whips around to face you.

“First things first, a brief rundown of the band.” They fish out their phone to pull up a group photo of the members on stage at one of their concerts. They point to a beautiful brunette woman in the photo before their finger glides over to a tattooed man with his hair piled high atop his head in a loose bun. “This is Shoko Ieiri – our bassist – and this is Suguru Geto – our lead guitarist. Both very low maintenance, very easy to get along with because they most likely will take very little interest in you.”

They then point to a blonde man who looks about ready to clock out at any moment and then to a white haired guy with freakishly blue eyes. “Kento Nanami is our drummer and this annoying beanpole here is Satoru Gojo – our lead singer,” Jaz finishes, rolling their eyes when they point to Gojo. But you can see a clear fondness there with the way their eyes linger on the screen.

You nod, eyes locked on the heavily tattooed raven haired man on the phone. He looks a little bored, almost like he’d rather be anywhere but where he was at that moment. Even so, his gaze is intense. You know it’s impossible, but you feel as though he’s looking at you through the phone. It’s literally a picture taken at some random venue that you’d never seen in your life. But, it feels like he’s staring right at you. Those feline eyes of his look so deeply into the camera, peer so powerfully into your eyes through the screen, it makes you look away. There’s something about that guy, something that’s almost familiar…it makes a tingle race up your spine. 

You’re not sure if the feeling is good or bad, but you don’t have time to think too much about it because Jaz is knocking on the dressing room door. A massive, burly man donning sunglasses is opening it, peering at you from over his shades. Jaz is moving past him, beckoning you to follow when you don’t move, cemented to your spot.

Because you’re still thinking about that fucking picture.

“Hey,” The goateed man says when you’ve finally entered the room. You notice then that he’s wearing a black windbreaker with Security on one side and his name on the other. Your eyes quickly drift down to his nametag.

Yaga…With a little panda sticker next to his name. This old guy loves cute things apparently. It’s sweet, makes you smile.

Yaga quickly introduces himself. “Nice to meet you,” He grunts, no smile returned. “I’m head of security for the band. My name’s Yaga.” He doesn’t await a response from you, turning to speak with Jaz instead and you take that time to have a look around in the interim.

The dressing room is incredibly spacious. In a corner across the room, there’s a snack table full of an assortment of candies and bags of chips with the members' faces on them as well as an array of drinks. Large couches are arranged throughout the room, enough space between them to give each member their own little area to lounge in. There are also vanity areas along the back wall with brightly lit mirrors and chairs for each member.

You’re assuming it’s Shoko who sits in one of the vanity chairs getting her makeup done. She is the only female member after all. She’s as beautiful in person as she appears in pictures, though her hair is a lot longer than in the picture Jaz showed you earlier. She’s on her phone scrolling boredly, but when the door clicks shut, your eyes meet in the mirror and she waves quickly as the makeup artist applies her lipstick.

“Hey,” is all she says.

On the far side of the room is a blonde man reading a newspaper, he glances up for all of two seconds when you enter the room and then he’s back to reading. Next to him is a girl who can’t yet be in her 30s, leaning her head against his shoulder. They look cozy together. Maybe they’re dating? You make a mental note to ask Jaz about this later.

Just a few steps away from you, seemingly appearing out of thin air by the snack table, is Satoru Gojo, lead singer of Demon Parade.

His eerily blue eyes glance up when you enter the room, and then he shoots you a beaming smile as he leaves his spot by the snacks and strolls over. He grins at Jaz who has now made their way back to you, rolling their eyes again as Satoru gets closer.

“Jaz,” he purrs. “What do we have here? A meet and greet?” Gojo asks, eyes locked on his manager. His gaze wanders over their clothes as if he can see straight through them. “You look good. Missed you last ni–”

Jaz holds up a hand, cutting him off and getting straight to the point. They introduce you to Satoru, Shoko, Nanami and the woman sitting next to him who you’ve learned is Nicole – their vocal coach, though she doesn’t appear to be doing much vocal coaching while she makes googly eyes at Nanami.

Yaga sighs as he goes back towards the dressing room door and Jaz follows behind him, pulling their phone out and typing away. You don’t miss that the moment Jaz is putting their phone back in their pocket, Satoru is pulling his out to quickly glance at his screen, smirking before he slides it back into his pocket.

Okay, there’s clearly something going on there.

“Call me if you need anything,” Yaga utters to Satoru, but Satoru isn’t even listening anymore. He’s back at the snack table rummaging through the available items. Yaga pulls the door open to let Jaz exit first. Behind you, you hear him briefly grunting an “excuse me” as someone else enters the room before he’s also gone.

And you can’t really explain it, but the moment this other person enters, the air in the room shifts. 

At least for you. 

They move past you, their bare arm just barely brushing against your own and you startle at the charge of pure electricity that jolts through you at the near contact. They seem to feel it too, because they pause, whipping around to look at you and you’re met with those sharp, cat-like eyes you’d just seen peering through a screen now staring into your own. That familiar tingle you’d felt outside of this very room zips back up your spine.

Suguru Geto stands before you, his beautiful face framed by his signature raven locks that now cascade around his shoulders. He’s somehow even more striking with his hair down, beautiful. He says nothing as you stare each other down, the air between you thick with something you can’t quite describe. The room around you blurs as your vision seems to hone in on Suguru and Suguru only. 

It’s after a few moments of tense silence that Suguru breaks eye contact first, eyes trailing down your form. And suddenly you feel as though you’re under a microscope, being so closely examined by him. You can’t help but feel exposed. He tilts his head to the side, his hair falling with the motion. He cards his fingers through his strands, pushing them back, eyes narrowing when they meet your gaze again. His brows knit together for a moment and then he speaks.

“Have we met before?” 

Your pathetic body reacts immediately, melting the second his voice reaches your ears. Goosebumps race across your skin, even as your body feels like it’s being engulfed in heat. Your heart feels like it’s crawling up your chest and into your throat, your pulse is beating behind your ears so hard it’s making you dizzy. 

What is this?

You don’t understand this sudden racing of your heart, the way your hands feel clammy, the explosive reactions your body is having to him simply looking at you. 

Suguru leans his head to the other side and the movement brings you back to reality, helps you to remember that you’re just standing there like a fucking idiot when he had asked you a question. You shake your head quickly, suddenly unable to find your voice. 

Suguru looks you over once more, almost like he doesn’t believe your answer, until Satoru interrupts.

“You’ve never met her. She’s our new assistant. Starting today,” he announces, mouth full, from what seems to be his permanent spot by the snack table. He tells Suguru your name. Suguru quickly glances back at Satoru before his eyes drift back to you again.

“Yeah?” Suguru asks, eyes still on you. You can see Satoru turn back to the snack table from your peripheral, picking at different candies. “Nice to meet you. I’m Suguru,” he states.

For some reason, it dawns on you then that Jaz is no longer there to speak for you. You’re on your own. Jaz’s earlier words ring through your ears. Whether or not you get to keep this job depends on how well you do tonight.

So you clear your throat, finding your confidence again. You know what you’re doing and Suguru is essentially your boss. Just like the other members, so you needed to build a relationship with him all the same. “Yes, I’m your new assistant and I’m very excited to be able to work with you all. Please let me know what you need and I’ll do my best to make sure you’re all happy.”

A small smile graces Suguru’s features and the tiny motion has your heart picking up speed again.

Fucking relax.

“Yeah, I got a couple things you can do for me,” he voices.

“Okay,” you glance back towards Shoko who is eyeing you through the reflection of the mirror. “Anyone else need anything before the show?” She shakes her head indicating your assistance isn’t necessary. You look to Nanami who couldn’t look less interested in what’s happening right now. Next to him, Nicole shakes her head as well.

“All good here,” Satoru says, waving you off. “Suguru, be nice.”

“When am I not?” Suguru chuckles, closing the distance between you and slinging his arm around your shoulder. The contact makes your skin erupt with goosebumps once again.

Only this time, you feel a little less crazy about your body's seemingly random reaction to Suguru’s touch because as you glance down at the arm wrapped around you, see the telltale sign of goosebumps along his skin, too.

- - - - - -

Suguru doesn’t have shit for you to do. The concert is happening soon so there’s not much else left to do that the other staff hasn’t already taken care of. He’s not sure why he lied to you, but the moment he saw you, there was something familiar about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He’s certain you’ve never met, he would’ve definitely remembered your face; lovely, beautiful, stunning, all the words that could describe how nice you were to look at. Looks aside, there’s just something about you that has his mind reeling.

He’d heard from Jaz that the band would be getting a new assistant today. Didn’t make a difference to him, staff was staff. He was sure the new assistant would be fired by the end of the night, if not the end of the week. They could never keep an assistant too long, most of them deeming Satoru too needy, Shoko too cold, Suguru too mean. The list went on and on. The simple truth of the matter was Suguru had a goal, a plan for his success and if an assistant wasn’t able to hang in there for the ride, then they weren’t worth his time. Suguru stopped caring about who their assistant of the week was a long time ago.

So what was it about you that had him hiding you in his dressing room until the show started; showing you his favorite guitars, asking you about how you got this job, wondering how you liked it so far, if you’d heard their music? Any other assistant he’d have running to get him a coffee, doing menial tasks just for laughs. But for you, he’d grabbed a coffee with you and spent that time practically bombarding you with questions the moment he had you alone. Suguru knew more about you in 20 minutes than girls he’d dated for months. And he had no idea why he cared so much.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?” You ask. Leaning against the wall of his dressing room, Suguru watches as you sit on his dressing room couch, strumming the strings on his guitars. 

“I mean, it shouldn’t matter.”

“Jaz made it clear I need to keep you all happy or else…” you make a dramatic slicing motion across your neck, pulling a laugh from Suguru.

After finding out Suguru did not actually have anything for you to help him with, he spent a few minutes trying to calm your mini panic attack where you told him about how nervous you were. How badly you needed this job. So he’d brought you back to his dressing room to hang out where no one would see you aimlessly wandering.

“The guys said they’re good, so no need to worry about them. They’re happy right now,” Suguru reassures you.

“And you?” You ask, eyes meeting his from across the room. It makes him inhale sharply, trying to calm the swift pounding of his heart. “Are you happy?”

He nods. “I’m happy.” You pluck a string on his guitar, the offkey note cutting through the tension Suguru was beginning to feel. “Despite your horrible guitar playing skills, I’m happy.”

You laugh. “Rude.” You pluck again, this time the note is more bearable. “If I make it past today, I’ll be on the road to continue on tour with you guys,” you told him.

“Oh yeah?” His eyes look on as your fingers dance along the strings of his guitar awkwardly. He could show you how to hold a guitar, how to hit a note that’s not offkey, but he’s enjoying watching you struggle a little too much. It’s cute, though his body’s reaction to watching the way you hold the neck of the guitar is…less appropriate than what the situation calls for. “Has anyone ever told you you have really nice hands?”

Because he wouldn’t mind having your really nice hands wrapped around his cock.

The question comes out before he can stop it. For any other groupie he’d brought back to his room, the answer to the question wouldn’t have mattered. He’d just be making small talk, he wouldn’t have even meant the compliment. But for you…he was mesmerized by the way you held his instrument, the sight filling his head with lewd thoughts.

You freeze at his question, glancing back at Suguru. “No…thank you?”

Suguru chuckles, moving from his spot on the wall to take a seat next to you. The air immediately thickens, this close proximity to you making it hard for him to breathe.  “You are…really bad at guitar.”

“Oh my god, were you this mean to your past assistants?” The question comes out with a giggle, as you set Suguru’s guitar down next to you, turning to face him.

He smirks, turning his body to face you as well. “Only the ones who are shit at guitar.”

“Oh, so you let all your assistants hang out in your dressing room and show them your instruments then?”

“Nope.”

If anything Suguru was way fucking meaner to his past assistants. In less than two hours, you already had him cleaning up his act.

You make a face, scrunching your nose up in Suguru’s direction and he decides he likes you already. Yeah, it’s only been a few hours, but he wants to see that face more often. The choice wasn’t up to him, though. You had to impress the other members, too. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t help you along the way.

A light knock at the door interrupts Suguru’s thoughts.

“Yeah?” He calls and Jaz peers their head in, brows furrowing when they see you on Suguru’s couch.

“She was cleaning my guitar for me,” Suguru lies easily, motioning towards the instrument next to you. Jaz either believes him or doesn’t care because they don’t even acknowledge it any further.

“Showtime, let’s go.”

- - - - - -

Suguru had been nice enough to give you some tips on how to ensure the band was happy after the show.

“Nanami loves a good coffee and a book set up in his dressing room after a show,” he’d noted. “Satoru is easy. Leave him some of those little mochi candies with the red bean paste inside? He’ll eat like fourteen of them and pass out. Shoko literally just wants to be left alone after dealing with Satoru all day. Put a cigarette and a bottle of liquor – any kind – in her room and she’s set.”

“And you?” You asked, nervously fidgeting in the hall outside of Suguru’s dressing room. Suguru had kept your mind off of panicking and inadvertently pissing someone off on your very first day. With no delegated tasks, no orientation or training and no clue in hell about each member’s preferences, you were truly grateful to Suguru for all he'd done for you on your first day. He was your lifeboat today.

“Me?” It seemed he’d forgotten he was also a part of the band, which was even more endearing to you. He’d been more concerned with making sure you were successful today than his own needs.

“Yeah, you. I want to make sure everyone is satisfied.”

Suguru hummed a look flashing behind his eyes and disappearing as quickly as it came, it still sent a shiver up your spine all the same. He placed a hand on your arm, inhaling slowly. His eyes locked onto where his hand lay on your arm, like he could feel the way your stomach twisted, the way your breathing increased, how your pupils dilated just from his touch.

And Suguru could feel it. Because his body was reacting the exact same way.

“I’ll be fine,” he breathed, letting go of your arm. “Hopefully at the end of the night, Jaz will have good news for you.”

He turned to leave, but not before calling back, “I’ll see you after the show.”

Now you stand on the side of the stage, unable to stop staring at Suguru as his hands fly along the strings of his guitar with ease, beautiful notes carrying out of the instrument and dancing around the stadium for the audience to hear. You can’t get over the duality of this man. 

Backstage he’s chill, if not a little intimidating. But in the short time you’d spent together, you found it easy to talk to Suguru and open up to him. He was funny, smart, insanely talented. You did not expect a rockstar as big as he was to be so down to earth. 

Now as you watch Demon Parade perform their last song of the night, you can’t help but think Suguru is the sexiest man on earth. The way his hair whips across his face when he shakes his head to the music, how his large hands control every note that drives the song, how his rich voice blends smoothly with Satoru’s to really push the message of the songs across. And when Suguru’s really feeling it, the way he lets the world see the tiny metal ball sitting atop his tongue.

He is so insanely sexy.

It seems every little move he makes has the crowd losing their minds, men and women alike screaming his name. And you can’t blame them, occasionally rubbing your own thighs together to stoke the heat pooling between your own legs whenever Suguru would peer over to the side and grin at you mid song. 

Fuck, working with him may end up being harder than you anticipate. If you are able to keep this job, you’ll likely have to maintain a friendly distance. You don’t trust yourself not to do something stupid with the way your body seems to respond to him any time you’re near each other.

When the show is over, Satoru thanking the crowd for coming out, the band members all go their separate ways to their dressing rooms. You wait in the hall, standing with Jaz who again is on their phone. They seem to always be working, but this time you watch their fingers fly across their phone screen, a tiny smirk on their lips. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from smiling.

You’re pretty sure Jaz and Satoru are sleeping together.

You nearly jump out of your skin when Jaz clears their throat, their eyes boring into your own. Did they hear…your…thoughts?

And then they smile. “Just got the green light from the band. You’re in.”

Eyes wide, you stand there gaping like a fish until you finally find your words. “Just like that? I mean…there’s not a formal meeting or anything?”

Jaz shoots you a deadpan look, like you’re wasting their time with your stupid fucking question. “Look around you. Nothing about today was formal. Get used to it. Go home, pack your bags. I’ll email the details of where to meet us in the next couple days before we get on the road. Be on time please. Don’t miss the tour bus leaving.”

They turn on their heels before you can thank them, making their way down the hall (in the direction of Satoru’s dressing room, you can’t help but notice).

The clean up staff moves hurriedly around backstage, rushing off and on the stage. And you just stand there, the giddiness of the news bubbling in your chest. You want to scream about how happy you are, but you contain it, instead opting to go tell the person who helped you to lock in your spot today.

After a short trip down the winding halls of the arena, you knock softly on Suguru’s dressing room door. It doesn’t take him long to answer, the door swinging open and revealing him in a loose fitting tee and some sweats. His hair is damp from a shower, strands clinging to his face, cheeks flushed. You can practically feel the heat of his bath radiating off of him.

He’s as captivating off stage, like this, as he is on stage. You can’t help but stare.

“Hey,” he breathes, voice rough.

“Hey,” you practically sigh, cheeks heating furiously.

It’s just you two, standing there, staring at each other. The world continues to move, it all becoming a blur as you refuse to look away from the other. You, watching as the flush on Suguru’s cheeks slowly creeps from his face, down his neck and to the exposed part of his chest the ‘V’ in his shirt allows you to see. Him, watching as your chest rises and falls, breathes picking up rapidly as he gazes at you.

You’d never met anyone like Suguru Geto before. It seems so insane that just a few hours ago, you’d never seen or heard of this man in your life. Now in this moment, standing before him in front of his dressing room, it feels like he has a pull on you that you couldn’t resist if you tried.

“Just heard from Jaz. Looks like I’ll be going on the road with you,” you tell him, voice coming out smaller than you’d intended.

“Yeah?” His low voice is nothing but a whisper, eyes darting down to your lips quickly before they shoot back up to your eyes. 

“Yeah.”

Then his tattooed hand is cupping your face, your arms are looping around his neck, his mouth is colliding with yours as he pulls you into his dressing room, slamming the door behind him. It’s dizzying, the heat rolling off is his body, his scent invading your senses. The hand touching your face slips to the back of your neck, making you sigh into his mouth. It’s so fucking unfair how a move so simple had the power to make you melt into a puddle for him.

Suguru’s body molds against yours as he pushes you against the door of his dressing room, pressing his own arousal against your thigh. And you gasp, the thick feel of him making you moan.

“Fuck,” Suguru presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek, rolling his hips into you. “I don’t know what it is about you,” he groans, kissing along your cheek again, rolling his hips into yours once more.

You feel the same, like there’s something about him that keeps drawing you to him. The stars only seem to continue aligning in your favor. First getting this job, this trial run day, meeting Suguru, Suguru helping to make sure you got to keep your job and you actually getting the confirmation you needed. It’s like you were meant to meet one day. You’re eternally grateful.

You press a kiss to Suguru’s lips, your hands finding their way into his hair and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. He slips his tongue into your mouth, further deepening the kiss, trying to taste everything you have to offer. You’re panting into his mouth as he rolls his hips into yours roughly. 

“I want you,” Suguru breathes against your lips. “I want you so fucking bad, I’m losing my mind.”

His mouth is back on yours, hands grasping at your waist, pulling you as close as he can. You want him too, you probably want him just as badly as he wants you. But there’s time for that. You’ll be on the road together for months. That’s surely enough time to have each other every which way you want. But tonight, you want to show Suguru how grateful you are to him.

“Let me thank you for today,” you offer Suguru breathlessly when you break the kiss. His brows knit together for a brief second before they rise at the same time you fall to your knees before him.

“Are you sure? You don’t have t–”

“I want to,” you assure him. Suguru gulps, nodding as he watches you wet your lips.

Hooking your fingers into the elastic of his sweats and briefs, you tug down, freeing Suguru’s erection and wasting no time wrapping your hands around his length. It’s just the way Suguru imagined when he watched you strumming his guitar. Better than he imagined, actually. He shivers when your hands grip him, your mouth watering with the thought of tasting him as you watch a drop of precum form on his tip.

He’s big. Bigger than you had pictured. You swallow, thinking about how in the hell you were going to be able to possibly fit all of him in your mouth.

“Take it slow, baby,” Suguru tells you, as though he can tell what you’re thinking. He brings a hand down to gently caress your cheek.

Peering up, your tongue peeks out of your mouth, tentatively flicking against the head and Suguru sighs shakily, staring intently. He watches you closely, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek as your lips fall open and you wrap them around his cock. You take him into your mouth, slowly sinking down as far as you can go before you pull off and sink down again.

Eyes locked, you watch with hardly concealed elation as Suguru’s pupils blow out, dilating so much you can no longer make out the color of his eyes. 

“Fuck,” Suguru’s hips buck forward like a reflex, head falling back as a deep groan falls from his lips. Your mouth is so warm, so fucking wet. He wants to revel in the feel of it. Doesn’t want you to suck him so good he blows his load down your throat yet. He looks back down at you, at the way your mouth is stuffed full of him and you’re not even halfway down. Suguru utters a curse under his breath. 

“Stay right there,” he tells you, rougher than he intended, he knows it. But it’s so fucking important that you don’t move right now or he’s done for. “Just hold it - ahhh, yeah just like that, angel.”

You place your hands against his thighs, holding yourself still with Suguru’s cock in your mouth. The weight of him on your tongue, the sound of his harsh breathing, his hands gently holding your chin, it all makes a delicious heat pool in your core.

Suguru takes a deep breath, pushes his hair back with his hands as he exhales. He’s trying to catch his breath, trying to keep his composure right now, but fuck. It’s so hard to hold it together with the way your mouth is stretched around him, with how he’s just barely halfway in and he can already see the tears brimming in the corners of your eyes as you try to take all of him.

Suguru’s had his fair share of flings come back to his dressing room with him, sure. But you… there’s something about you that has his heart thundering in his chest, has his cock throbbing within the wet confines of your mouth, has him reaching down to caress your cheek and wipe the pooling tears away as you try to take him deeper. Your eyes close with the action.

“Look at me,” he pants. And you do, your beautiful gaze finding his again. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he purrs, loving the way you haven’t moved since he told you to stay. You’re already such a good girl for him. “Think you can take more?”

You mutter a muffled agreement against his cock, still not moving. Just the vibration makes Suguru’s balls tighten, a threat that he’s not going to last very long with you.

He hopes it won’t be like this the next time.

He also hopes there is a next time.

Because he’s beginning to realize something. It hasn’t been that long since he met you. Hell, it’s been less than a day. But, he’s so fucking into you it’s insane.

You peer up at him from beneath your lashes again and Suguru hisses the moment your eyes connect. He runs both hands through his hair, his thick black locks cascading around his face as he looks down at you.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. You know that?”

You nod your head, tongue pressing against the underside of Suguru’s cock as you slide more of his length down your throat. You’re not going to be able to take all of him. He knows it.

You shift on the floor, thighs rubbing together to give you some sort of relief from the aching arousal between your legs. Suguru doesn’t miss this. You’ve worked hard. You deserve to enjoy yourself, too. It’s not like you got to keep your job only because of him after all.

“Touch yourself,” Suguru commands. “Play with that pretty pussy while you suck my co–” His voice cuts off, a harsh groan ripping from his throat when you move forward, one hand squeezing his cock as you try to take even more of him, the other slipping into the waistband of your pants. “So fucking good...” he whimpers, and you can’t help but moan when your fingers finally meet the onslaught of wetness that’s been rushing between your legs, absolutely soaking through your panties.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, petting your hair before gently fisting the strands between his tattooed fingers so that you’re forced to look up at him. “Ah…I love how hard you’re trying, baby. Think you can take it all the way for me, angel? Can you take it all the way into that tight fucking throat for me?” 

You nod enthusiastically, eager to please with a mouth full of Suguru’s cock and your fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. The vision has Suguru’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. “You’re gonna fucking kill me,” he sighs. Suguru pulls you forward, and you let him, going as far as you can until you’re gagging on his dick, the drool pooled in your mouth dripping from the corners of your mouth.

Even still, that doesn’t stop the moans escaping, the little mewls that let Suguru know you were fucking loving this as much as he was.

“Ah – fuck, fuck–” Suguru breathes, pulling you off of his cock with a loud pop. “I can’t,” he pants. “I can’t. If you do that again, I’ll cum –”

You didn’t wait for him to finish, taking Suguru in your mouth again, taking him as deep as you can go before pulling back and taking him in again. The lewd squelching noises of your slick fingers playing with your sweet little pussy and the mixture of your spit and Suguru’s precum hitting the floor of his dressing room fill the air. You take him to the hilt, your nose buried deep in his thick raven curls.

And Suguru’s hips began to move, fucking into your mouth as he held your head in place. This was what you wanted, right? Suguru warned you. He’d warned you what would happen if you swallowed his dick like that again, if you choked on his cock like you just did one more time. He warned you and you kept going, pushing him closer and closer. So he couldn’t help it when his body tensed, when his cock stiffened, when his thighs shook and his cock twitched in your mouth.

He couldn’t help it when he pulled out of you as quickly as he could, pumping his cock with a quick “fuck I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, baby–” muttered before his cum shot out of his swollen tip, covering your cheeks, your throat, your tongue and your chin.

And you couldn’t help it when you pushed two fingers into your tight hole, pressing your thumb to your clit the moment Suguru’s cum covers your face. And you see stars, clenching hard around your fingers as waves of your orgasm crashing over you until your vision nearly blurs.

“Shit,” Suguru murmurs with a sigh, the aftershocks of his orgasm sending shivers up his spine. He takes your arm, pulling your hand from your drenched panties, closely looking over the sheen of your release covering your fingers. He parts his lips, taking the digits into his mouth and sucking, licking your hand clean of your orgasm before he kisses you hard, shoving his tongue into your mouth immediately and groaning when he tastes the mixture of both your releases. He doesn’t even seem to care that his own cum now covers his face. The sexy grunts and moans tell you he loves it.

When he breaks the kiss, he looks you over, licking his lips of the mess he made between you. “Let me get a towel to clean us up.”

He stands, pulling his pants back up to his waist before he lifts you from your spot on the floor. You hear him shuffling around in the bathroom area as you take a seat on his couch. He returns shortly, sitting next to you. You close your eyes as he gently wipes the warm, damp towel over your face. “God, you almost killed me.” Suguru huffs quietly.

You chuckle, opening one eye to peer up at him. “Damn, am I that good?”

Suguru smiles, chuckling. “Let's just say, I’m not ever letting them fire you.”

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[chaoticmultifandom28]

All these people on Twitter going on about all the women Zoro ‘bags’. And I cringe because like Zoro isn’t like that. He’s unaware of the women who find him attractive.

Not in an oblivious way, but I’m of the firm belief that unless you’re his crew or Mihawk or maybe Perona (only since they spent two years together training and you can’t just ignore someone on an island with only three people on it), Zoro just doesn’t truly care about you enough to notice your romantic feelings or feelings in general. You don’t register on his radar.

And also he even ranks the people who do register on his radar (not on the romantic register since there is no canon romantic partner Zoro is interested in) on who’s feelings matter the most. Here’s my ranking of this:

1. Luffy

2. The Crew

3. Mihawk (he just wants to surpass him but also I think he wants Mihawks approval of being worthy to take his title)

4. Sanji (this is a joke, even with their rivalry and fighting all the time, he does try and make sure sanji is doing okay emotionally and all that, in reality he’s up there in the ranking of the crew)

Also, I do think that the gap between luffy and the crew is pretty decent. Like Zoro cares for the crew a lot, but much like the people who watched the live action without watching the anime and then watching the anime, we know that that bond between Zoro and Luffy is something no one can touch in the One Piece Universe.

Like I’m not even saying this in a shipping pov, this is something I noticed long before I knew shipping existed, let alone ZoLu being a romantic ship. Like you take Luffy’s relationship with his sworn brothers and yeah that’s special in its own way, but like Zoro and luffy were just as connected emotionally and soulfully (like soulmates [you could take it as romantic soulmates or platonic soulmates it’s your choice]) to each other that Zoro was willing to sacrifice himself for luffy after only knowing him for a year (or less or a little more idk the timeline), which is significant because it’s a direct parallel with Ace, later, sacrificing himself for Luffy to live. His bond to luffy was as close as luffy’s bond to ace and Sabo (who, for ace’s case, knew luffy for years, idk how long Sabo knew luffy before he got amnesia cuz it’s really hard to figure out the timeline and how much time has passed and I’m sure it was made known in the anime/manga but I can’t remember off the top of my head)

So anyway, sorry to the Twitter folks but Zoro isn’t a lady’s man simply because he just doesn’t care about anyone except for his crew and mihawk and perona (but the latter two is only cuz one is literally standing in the way of his goal but he’s also an inspiration and the other is cuz of prolonged exposure). Yes those women like him, but I think a lady’s man is someone who is aware of the women flocking him and who in some way entertains them whether it’s flirting or acknowledging them.

I’m not saying he doesn’t care about anyone else, it’s just that it’s kinda insignificant bc of the ones at the top of the list. He couldn’t care less about strangers, but the ones he knows he cares a little about but not enough to notice anything. He only has about four or five thoughts in his mind:

1. Swords and fighting

2. Luffy and everything that encompasses luffy even making sure he doesn’t drown

3. Sleeping

4. Booze

5. Training

(This isn’t in any order because honestly booze is the first thing that should be on the list if it were in order, much like meat would be the first thing on Luffy’s)

Anyway idk what this rant really is about, I just think I needed to rant about Zoro and what goes on in his head a little

[toorurii]

Do you recommend Bluesky or Twitter more? I've noticed you're primarily active on Bluesky and was wondering with the climate of everything going on if making a Twitter that isn't a burner is even worth it.Do you recommend bluesky or twitter mire cause ive notice youre primarly active on bluesky and was wondering with the clinate of everything going on is making a twitter that isnt a burner even worth it

tldr; I like bsky more but if you have roots / an audience on twt that contributes to your livelihood / a social circle ONLY on there I don't see a reason to drop it completely.

tumblr had a field day w/ ur ask omfg... Imo I like bsky better bc the vibes are waaaaay better if I gotta be real. Like even though ik there's a ginormous gap in my follower counts ( DON’T get me wrong ik they're both a WHOLE lot of ppl) posting my art to bsky and getting half or even a fraction of what my stuff might get on twt (on a good day) still feels nice because the vibes... idk they're just better there. And also pointing out that I ALSO know that the attention my stuff gets on either website is by no means 'little' and I’m very grateful for it all! (Not accusing you of anything i'm just dotting my i's so my words aren't misinterpreted by folks/twisted)

A big part of why I like bsky more is that there's less obnoxious folks on the tl to put it one way. Like annoying ass folks still exist for sure but there's a certain breed of it over on twt that just bring down your mood man. Another part is the use of feeds, starter packs and tags that are actually USED.

For those who are artists concerned with this switch:

I think a big roadblock with the twt -> bsky migration is that people think it’s 'dead', and I can kind of see two sides of this coin. On one side I see folks on bsky claiming that it isn't dead, and that people who say that just aren't engaging with the platform & and dropping it too quickly- and on one hand I see that. On the other hand, I really only see established artists really saying stuff like this. For these folks (not excluding myself), that kind of migration might be easier compared to someone with only a fraction of their following, who might not even see a hint of interaction at all unless someone with a platform boosts them, and I feel it's a little more disheartening on bsky when there still aren't a crazy amount of folks there.

So again imo... I don't really think my opinion really holds too much weight because I started using bsky with 140k+ followers on twt already to share it with. I'll still post there because I was in the trenches on that acct for like 10 years, but I'll keep most of my yapping and fun side stuff over on bsky I think. In fact, I log out of that acct immediately after I post stuff lmao

For those who aren't artists and are here to engage with art:

Naw go to bluesky dawg. Find your favortie artists in every universe and all that.

[nonbinaryseymourkrelborn]

rant/vent post bc im exhausted and my brain won’t stop buzzing about this:

you know i find it mildly infuriating that tim had time to address the karaoke scene debacle bc of twitter fans, but he doesn’t have time to addresss the fact that since the start of s7 there have been fans who have been spouting hateful rhetoric about poc cast/characters and sending death threats to other fans, crew members, and journalists for not supporting their lukewarm ship, and he also for some reason is trying to remain on this high horse of “representation” when that is probably one of the weakest character sexuality storylines i’ve seen, and not only that but he decided to make the entire second half of the season practically dedicated to the pain of poc, as well as exploiting racial stereotypes for cheap drama….. all of this while these fans are acting like this guy who came out of nowhere (something that has literally been admitted by tim) is somehow this holy grail of a character when his emotional range is less than the “😐🧍” emojis, and tim is simultaneously ignoring the hate and blatant racism from the fans, but also promoting and giving a storyline to a racist character— even going as far as to brush that racism under the rug narratively, as well as allowing the actor to rile up controversy and division amongst fans

this is why it is so hard for me to trust tim anymore because that man has not shown to ke that he actually cares about good storytelling, he just cares about money going into his pocket.

now, no i don’t believe he is out here DM-ing fans s8 spoilers because the man is a moneymaker not an idiot, so before you try to say anything about me saying i believe bree, i most certainly do not— but unfortunately i don’t trust tim to handle any of the storylines he’s set up for s8 well until i see it.

and most of all i feel awful from ryan and oliver who want nothing more than to tell such a beautiful story but they are constantly being mowed over by tim, by the network, and now by the fans… oliver really wanted to do something with buck’s story, and all it’s done is caused a group of batshit fans to spread hate to other fans for not jumping ship after 6 years. ryan is so exhausted of having to rehash the shannon shit every season even though we’ve been given plenty of evidence to show that he has moved on from her— this storyline wasn’t necessary (and especially not the way they chose to tell it).

and lastly— oliver and ryan have wanted the fans to be happy. they want buck and eddie to be happy. and right now, neither of them are in a narratively satisfying spot, and until the show actually cuts the bullshit and starts doing something with their storyline and not just exploiting it, I’m not gonna support it by watching. they’ve shown they don’t care about queer rep by making half of a popular ship canon by bringing back a former character who was literally racist and misogynistic just to serve a character arc, and haven’t gotten rid of him despite having an entire half of a season to do so. they’ve shown they don’t care about queer rep by giving the bisexual main character a sexuality arc that lasted 0.2 seconds narratively and had him end up with the first guy who kissed him, despite there being zero chemistry or build up to imply there were ever actually any feelings of interest. they’ve shown they don’t care about queer rep by once again putting the show’s two black queer women through the same storyline they’ve had before, rehashing their trauma once again in an arc that didn’t even carry over because it was mostly resolved after 3 episodes. they’ve shown they don’t care about queer rep by saying that they wanna “do the story naturally” if they make eddie queer, yet they ignore every opportunity they have to do do by (literally) digging up his ex wife at every turn despite having written numerous lines of dialogue in which he blatantly admits to not actually loving her romantically, and stating that their marriage only happened because she got pregnant.

season 7 had the potential to be something great. it turned out to be mid.

season 8 also has the potential to be something great. until it starts looking like it im not gonna waste my time, energy, or sanity forcing myself to watch- especially if they’re just going to continue the blatant fan service bullshit after telling buddie fans for 6 years that they “don’t wanna do fanservice”….. well what the fuck do you call this dumpster fire, tim?

we may get some more information once filming starts that will change my mind, but right now it’s really not worth it after spending 7 year watching this show to just continue to be spat on and slapped in the face by the creators.

sincerely, an emotionally and physically exhausted fan who just had a long day and desperately needs to take my anxiety meds and crash

[khaoala]

My pov - I think some people here are mixing up soms with the general bl viewer. Bl stans who aren’t followers of FK do enjoy First being paired with ANY man, which I think might just have to do with First being better known outside the ship. Soms are definitely much less inclined to liking that - in fact, most of my Twitter moots pretty actively dislike it and basically any pairing as such. Even the ones like AlanWen which are somewhat popular I remember caused some uproar amongst certain people. Generally I do think they’re more open to Khao being shipped (which is not to say they’re eager for it either? TBH idt it’s that popular to ship them with anyone outside each other) but I’m not entirely sure why that is.

i'm sorry but i'll have to post these two asks together bc you two are giving two different perspectives which brings me to my main point that it all depends on the bubbles you're inserted in. i'm in the group that has seen both perspectives but also has people who are very okay-ish about them being paired with other people (in the sense of working together in other projects and not split the ship. we're all in agreement that after all first did to be paired with his bf, he'll burn gmm down before letting them separate them) so they aren't necessarily extreme about their dislike of one or the other, but clearly there are two sides there.

i must say though, most of the time, people get really defensive and uncomfortable and start having wild wild thoughts about the end of the ship when the attention falls upon khaotung (from what i've experienced at least). i really don't know why that is, but i feel it's less about them working together and more about the dynamic they'll build outside of the working setting (like it happened with joongkhao).

first still is ghostshipped with pretty much every guy in that company (who remembers that school rangers event that had first in the middle, and mark pakin, khaotung and gawin and people were omg, first has kissed everyone on that stage * she says a la valley girl *) which is hilarious too bc (at least in my bubble) we joke that he settled down in married life with khaotung, and had to leave his many lovers behind (and there are many many many). while looking back at it, khaotung, before first, only had two, and not only that, first was also the most popular between the two of them (still is if you count followers on social media anyway), so i feel that also adds to people's want to see him being with other people, because used to be the guy who kissed so many other dudes.

i also feel part of the fandom is jealous of khaotung more easily than they are of first if that makes any sense? or they feel khaotung is more easily swayed and somehow less loyal to first (this is all stupid impressions that i get from people, don't take it at face value) which is a little crazy bc first is the one who's had more exes and kt was the one saying to first leave good people behind and only stay with him, but you know, people will feel jealous regardless and that's why they don't wanna avoid thinking of the possibility of having khaotung with other people (again, in my bubble we joke that's the libra in khaotung. especially when he posts videos like this and we go, this is not a family man. this is the home wrecker):

both first and khaotung are beloved by many other artists and staff at gmm, that much is clear, and they will work with other people regardless if people are okay with it happening or not. as a collective, we should just learn not be so catastrophic and learn that regardless of whom they act with, in romantic or platonic roles alike, they're still each other's best choice like first pointed out on his solo interview on sunday.

now i leave you with two images that one of my moots shared that i found really funny:

[wlwanakin]

all your fics sound so fun!! but i am going with obi-wan microaggressions or, if that's already taken, no, sferatu

@cheesenames

for the wip ask game i posted at the beginning of the month lmaoooo. i’ve been swamped with work and planning my upcoming vacation and you asked about the two that i have written the least of!! like genuinely these files are so empty and illegible and i was planning on carving out a day to work on them and then answer my asks with what i added but i have had ZERO time and therefore a) wrote a lot less than i would’ve liked and b) am only answering right now instead of three weeks ago

i feel like i’ll disappoint not having huge chunks to share like with the other au lmao but they’re both fun so i will share anyway (and i’m still breaking the rules bc these are not a sentence they are Paragraphs). also anakin is a trans woman in both of them #predictable and it’s an essential aspect of the microaggressions one and completely trivial and serves only to alienate my audience in the nosferatu one. anyway here’s the rundown for both:

obi-wan microaggressions is a fic entirely inspired by twitter convos i had with @lesbiananidalas about how obi-wan would respond sooo badly to anakin coming out as trans not out of bigotry or malice but because he is chronically incapable of understanding anakin or challenging his own perception of things. so the basic premise is that it’s a post-rots happy au where anakin leaves the order to fuck off to naboo with padmé and the twins and blah blah and this leads to a falling out with obi-wan and then they don’t talk for a few years. and then by circumstances i haven’t decided yet he re-enters anakin’s life only to be completely blindsided by anakin having transitioned in the years they were not speaking (so blindsided that he straight up doesn’t notice until a few days later and just assumes anakin is like, unusually well-rested and haircut averse and that is why she looks so radiant and womanly these days). and he puts his foot in his mouth about that repeatedly, naturally. but it’s a lot less about gender and a lot more about growing apart from someone you thought you knew and realizing that you did not know them all that well. here is a kinda whatever paragraph:

She hasn’t changed all that dramatically, in many ways not at all. She smiles more, and wider, and she seems taller even though Padmé says she’s shrunk half an inch. The bags under her eyes are the lightest they’ve been since she was a child. She’s the exact opposite of what Obi-Wan imagined an Anakin outside the order to be; he’s still waiting for the cracks to show through.

no, sferatu is literally just my nosferatu au that i have discussed on here exclusively through tags. calling it a nosferatu au isn’t entirely accurate bc it’s also inspired by dracula (the novel) and i’m not sticking to either version of the story strictly at all but it is an idea sparked mostly by 2024 nosferatu because of ellen’s connection to the supernatural and all the grooming-esque stuff going on and blah blah you get the gist. i just wanted to do a very classical vampire thing with gothic heroine anakin and her and padmé having an idyllic little (boston) marriage that’s threatened by this looming monstrous figure cuz that’s just revenge of the sith.

this one is very much in the “jotting stuff down non-chronologically to remind myself i had the idea and edit it later” stage and not really in the style i want the final product to be in at all. there’s no real context for this, i just had a visual of anakin and padmé lying in bed together in what i imagine is the beginning of the third act?:

She sleeps with her hand on Padmé’s chest, palm pressed flat so she can feel her heartbeat. She needs the assurance that it’s still there, that it hasn’t been stolen away in the dead of night. Her mind wanders back to the depths of the black sea it always returns to, back to Sidious, to his gnarled, lifeless hand on her shoulder and time-worn voice scraping her ears. She wonders if his pulse can be felt under his cold, waxen skin; she doubts he has one at all.

idk this would be after padmé returns from her jonathan harker/thomas hutter esque business trip (that i have yet to decide the circumstances of) half-dead and in my mind there’s also like an equivalent to that scene in the herzog movie where dracula visits lucy one night that happens between anakin and sidious except it’s more manipulative so it’s more like the eggers scene between ellen and orlok? but i’m not doing the three nights thing and it’s not as sensual as the eggers scene. i don’t know. i haven’t even decided what decade this is set in much less the plot structure. dracula!

[bluegumballmf]

OK SO RANT WARNING I LOVE ADAMAI

ngl i think about adamai so much like literally almost half of the time im thinking abt him so um i just wanna talk about my personal headcanons for him bc i rlly rlly like him he’s genuinely such an easy character to relate to for me because i relate to his trauma. Anyways, forgive me if you catch any spelling or grammar errors, i’m writing this with like 4 hours of sleep and dyslexia.

um so my main mental health hcs are that he has BPD, ADD (lololol fits with the name) and minor psychosis. For ADD, it’s moreseo that from what i’ve seen, adamai struggles in social cues and has a more quiet approach to his struggles, and that he acts similarly to me, and I am autistic. For psychosis, it’s sort of a baseless headcanon, I just feel like Adamai would get auditory/ tactile hallucinations.

It’s a little hard to explain why i think he has BPD cause it’s moreso things I can relate to, such as how he latches onto people rlly quick ; ie a BPD person’s “favorite person,” who is a support system and a sort of pillar/ anchor and typically end up being someone the person w/ BPD sometimes ends up changing themself for. I personally think that adamai’s had multiple favorite people, such as; grougal, qilby, phaeris, echo and oropo, and obviously, yugo. Its kinda hard for me to like. Phrase WHY i think these people are his fps, but i think it’s mostly how he values them and prioritizes them when it comes to his actions and thoughts and feelings, i mean, just take oropo for example. Adamai changed his entire body for oropo, taking the dofus in when he was still rlly young for eliatrope/dragon standards, even assuming a body he didn’t want to survive, which even then, he only did for approval and support from his FP. This actually leads me into my next headcanon,

I headcanon adamai as transfem. Specifically a trans woman. For a few reasons, which I’ve gone over in a twitter thread (same username as on here, you should go check it out, I’m WAY more active there haha) but i’ll put it here.

1. adamai doesnt feel comfortable in his body and it’s elaborated on in the show. When he’s talking to eliatrope about his body, eliatrope states that he’s “always been unique” and iirc you can see adamai’s face drop because its not exactly something he’s proud of.

2: going off the last point, he’s shown to say that the body he now has in wakfu s3-4 is one he had to adapt to survive and not the one he chose, which is parallel to some trans people never transitioning because they dont feel safe enough to do so. this is kind of a stretch but bear with me, it’s more subconcious connections than anything else.

3. (More of a joke point) BUT HE LITERALLY HAS THE SAME WAIST SIZE AS JESSICA RABBIT. WHAT. YES I’VE ACTUALLY COMPARED I AM NOT JOKING. Like here are the images (see below) for comparison. In all seriousness, while i feel like adamai’s design IS iconic and it does serve the purpose it meant to acheive, it doesn’t feel like him. Which again, is what it meant to acheive!! I’ll touch on this more in a second, but not.

4: adamai has multiple issues regarding self perception, which in a way are all similar to dysphoria. He seems to have rejection dysphoria, body dysphoria, and maybe gender dysphoria. In my view, he seems to have all three subtypes of gender dysphoria (body, mind, and social) this actually ties in to the first point, because i feel like he’d develop a sort of body dysmorphia from shifting into a body he didn’t want, rather then a body that would be more comfortable for him; the human or the dragon. Which i’m choosing to see as a representation of the two genders; with him shifting in between being a sort of safe spot, like how many trans people identify as nonbinary or bigender before transition. (Not to say that these people are any less trans then any others, i’m just going off my own perception as a trans genderfluid person!!!)

5: he’s always being forced into roles; from being raised for yugo, to being yugo’s mentor, to being grougal’s nanny, to being possessed, etc. Ad never has chances to choose any roles by himself, and it’s similar to transphobic parents stopping their trans kid from expressing themselves imo. Again, could be a stretch, but this is how i interpreted it. It’s actually kind of similar to my parents, so maybe that’s why. Though, this COULD also just be gifted kid burnout or autistic burnout OR strict parent parallels, which i also can see correspond with adamai.

6: His mental image and self worth.

Adamai’s character is heavily influenced by a lack of self worth. He measures it with other people’s perceptions of him such as oropo’s or grougal’s, and when his body is perceived negatively by himself/others, he also starts hating it and himself, which ties into the headcanon i had about him having body dysmorphia AND into the BPD favorite people!!!

7: ( sounds like a joke point but bear w me) estrogen could have saved him

And honestly, no, Im not joking. Imo, if Adamai was allowed access to an actual process to be able to feel comfortable in his own skin, it might help his mental illnesses a lot in the long run. I equate that to him getting estrogen + finally looking like himself. It could help him with the body dysmorphia and self esteem by helping him get to a place where he’s comfortable to be himself and maybe even shapeshift again. (I actually wrote a fic about this on Ao3, https://archiveofourown.org/works/55070686, if you want to read it!!)

But um yeah, thats my reasoning for the trans headcanons, onto the less mental health involved ones, more miscellaneous. (But if you’re wondering why i’m using ‘male’ pronouns on Adamai, it’s because i feel like he would still like the he/him pronouns, but would simply use she/her more post transition.)

So, i have a few, mainly for adamai during winter vs summer.

In winter,

Silverish hair to blend with the snow

hair puffs up slightly to provide more insulation

lighter pigmentation everywhere,

much sleepier, tends to nap in the snow often

And then in the summer,

Blonde hair

more pigmentation

hair is less puffy, just curly (similar to chibi’s hair!!!)

less sleepier and more energetic.

Those are the basic ones for the seasons, but i also headcanon adamai to be an ice dragon, which means his tempurature is MUCH lower then the rest of the council’s save for maybe efrim. He needs to be in the sun much more, which could be part of the reason why grougal chose oma island to raise adamai. Another headcanon is that adamai and yugo both have heterochromia!! Yugo has central heterochromia, and Adamai has sectoral heterochromia; his eyes being blue and brown. I also headcanon that he has face markings similar to his mother, but they disappear in his dragon form because he’s closer to his father then.

Um yeah, that’s kind of it for right now, i might add onto these if more come up, but i hope you enjoyed reading!! I rwally love adamai, especially in s3 and up, he’s one of the most well written traumatized character’s i’ve seen, and i ADORE the nuance behind him.

[fruitbasketball]

God your lack of basketball knowledge is asinine.

We didn’t get the unchallenged rebounds Hannah got because Geno doesn’t send them to the offensive boards and hasn’t all season. WATCH THE GAMES.

We were in a man to man offense, hence Paige sticking to Sonia all game and KK/KC helping off Hannah giving her wide open threes on easy kick outs there’s literally a whole thread on twitter if it’s too hard for you to comprehend such a simple basketball concept. Once again WATCH THE GAMES.

No wonder you’re sitting on here all day on Hannah’s dick, you just don’t know ball. You see the ball go in the hoop and clap for Paige acting like that makes you a glazer nah that’s just the only part you understand.

i know someone isn’t in my inbox saying MY lack of basketball knowledge is asinine

bro you fr read one twitter thread and you think you’re adrian fucking wojnarowski i’m GONEEEEEEE

someone call shaq!! this clown wants his job!! they just found out what a pnr is from twitter and now they wanna act like somebody!!

acting like i don’t know how geno runs the team i’ve been watching since i was 12 years old. guys - not going after o-boards IS a problem, especially when most of our points are in the paint 😭😭 and maybe that’s on geno, but we either got outcoached or outplayed. you fuckin pick. in any case, they took advantage and converted.

brother i do not need a twitter thread to explain the difference between a man and a zone. which are defenses, btw. not offenses. (if you watch the game back, i’m prettyyyyy sure you hear rebecca lobo say they’re in a zone bc sarah was in foul trouble, but ig she doesn’t know ball either). but fine - let’s call it a fuckin match up zone. i don’t give a fuck what it was. it was poorly executed and we didn’t adjust. we left the perimeter wide fucking open. call that what you want - i call it dogshit defense.

i’m not even talking about scoring. i’m literally saying we got cooked on pretty much every aspect of the game. paige had 3 less points on better efficiency - i’m not fucking talking about scoring. i am RARELY talking about scoring - and if y’all were literate, we wouldn’t be having this conversation over and over again

like why are we coming on here and insulting MY intelligence

you must actually be new here if you actually don’t think i glaze paige like this is insane i am LITERALLY a day one glazer why has my reputation fallen like this

for the last time i’m not on that homophobe’s dick 😭 i just said she had a good game y’all 💀💀💀 lowk get the fuck over it

[smoshsfavoritepizzaplace]

No yeah I’m totally with you about them only sharing what they can. I’m more of a casual Smosh viewer so I’m really here to enjoy content and side stufff occasionally. Somehow I hope they actually never share the huge details because from what I heard, some parts of the fandom go batshit crazy…

Oh my god don’t even get me started of some “fans.” I seen someone on Twitter show a comment on I think the Halloween post that said, and I quote, “Remember when Courtney was saying she's gay then a year or two later engaged to Shane. No one forget that, she needs to open up about how she thought she was gay.” LIKE WHAT?!? Wdym “open up,” she has plenty of times 🤨 I honestly feel like that’s a big reason as to why they decided to be more lowkey among other things. I feel so bad for court bc the amount of times people held that against her is one too many. Like she literally said she was bi/pan and people forget that includes attraction to MEN. Just bc she married a man doesn’t make her any less gay. She’s opened up plenty of times that she struggles with her identity and people just turn a blind eye. That’s sadly only one of the many examples of weirdo fans. It’s so unfortunate but I’m so happy at the same time that no matter what has been said, Shayne and Courtney aren’t scared to express their love anymore. I despise how some people can be at times but it’s great they found a way to be comfortable.

[ohbo-ohno]

Hi Bo!! I hope you’re having a great day!

I was thinking about your writing and how you depict Simon - I’ve seen a few other artists on here give him similar characteristics which I am obsessed with, by the way. And I was just wondering:

Would you ever want to talk about how you came up with your version of Simon? I’m always a little blown away at how complex of a character you made him into. I mean, I know we all know how offensively large he is (physically, canon and all that), but the way you molded his personality to be almost tangibly unsettling and complicated is so fucking impressive. His size just makes it even better 😂

I would just love to know how you came up with the idea to make Simon this way! Like if there was anything he did/said in the comics or games that inspired you 😊

I know there are several other artists on here who have also given Simon a more sinister personality, (I’m a huge fan of their work as well) but you’re the first writer I came across who wrote him this way!

omg hi babe ilysm!!!!!!!! i'll ramble a bit beneath the cut but the short answer is honestly i just think he's hottest when he's intimidating and mean lmao

someone pointed out on twitter once that reboot simon has never said that he went through the same trauma (torture/buried alive) as 09 simon, and it kinda completely reshaped how i saw the character. there's a big difference between "man who has only known the worst kind of violence and so is only violent" and "man who is just an asshole and is violent anyway". taking away all that trauma simultaneously makes simon less complex and wayyy more intimidating, to me at least

i think simon has never once cared about playing by anybody's rules but his own. he sees no reason to - at least as like a 35+ year old man - not just do what he wants, always, regardless of the consequences. whether that's (in my fics lmao) kidnapping a pretty girl or emotionally tormenting johnny, he does it because he wants to and no other reason. doesn't care how anyone else feels, he's only working/thinking for his own gratification, anything else is incidental

also with the large thing like you said - simon probably sprouted up to six feet tall at like, 13 lmao. that man has been the tallest person in the room for like two decades. he started working out as a teenager (in my head), and he was probably the biggest cadet when he first joined the military. i think always being the biggest and most intimidating person in the room (and everyone in said room knowing it) probably gives you a massive complex. it's effortless for him to fill a room, because he doesn't really know how to not to bc he's been doing it for so long. does that make sense?

but honestly, i write mostly porn-what-plot, so pretty much every dialogue/personality choice is made because i think it's the hottest option

like in dlmliyh, i just thought the hottest version of him would be one who is in complete control of every breath being taken around him. there's absolutely no question of who's in charge when he's in the room, yk? sure johnny brought you home, but it's clear as day that he's not the person you really need to worry about

in ltts, it was more fun to focus on simon getting something for himself. dlmliyh is him with everything he wants (and dealing with what johnny wants), ltts is him not giving a single shit about what he has to do to get what he wants. he doesn't care how much he hurts johnny, doesn't care how much he destroys his life, as long as johnny is completely dependent on him, yk?

if (when, hopefully) i give plot-writing a try, i might come back to this and say a little more on how i decide on his motivations :') like conqueror!simon works on a completely different level in my head

[murderturtles]

British Columbia has a provincial election in a few weeks, and I can already tell many of you are checking out, but bear with me here, cause I think this is kinda funny. Electing a premier is actually pretty important, given how power is configured in Canada’s version of federalism. We don’t have the separation of powers, per se, but rather a system of responsible government where provincial and federal powers work together and keep one another accountable, in theory. That being said, our Constitution has laid out what is under federal jurisdiction and what is provincial. Provincial governments are in charge of pretty crucial things like education and healthcare, so a lot is on the ballot.

The election is on October 19th, with some advanced polling and mail-in options. You cannot vote online.

There are a lot of political parties in BC, but only a few with any real chance. For a while, we had a contest between the BC United Party (who rebranded from the BC Liberals since they were fairly unpopular and trying to distance themselves from the even less popular federal Liberals), the BC NDP (New Democratic Party, the farthest left we have with any kind of clout, and who have been in charge for the past seven years), and the BC Conservative Party (they’re conservative but not cartoonishly so). Note that these are all separate entities from the federal parties of the same name.

With the knowledge that the election is on October 19th, it was a huge and unprecedented surprise on August 28th when Kevin Falcon, the leader of BC United, announced that he was dropping out of the election and backing the Conservatives, which was such a sudden announcement that some of those in his party found out from Twitter. This has never happened so close to election time, so now it’s a contest between the Conservatives and NDP.

The NDP had to scramble to adjust some of their campaign material, and it hasn’t gone smoothly. They have their ads yelling about John Rustad, the Conservative leader, as expected, but they were anticipating a three-way contest. With BC United currently licking whatever is stuck to the bottom of Rustad’s shoe, the NDP has had to shift focus. One of their ads was clearly meant to target the former Liberals, with talks of tons of healthcare cuts in the last twenty years. Now the ad is discussing “Conservative healthcare cuts”, trying to conflate Rustad, who was once part of the Liberals, with those cuts. Sure. But the Conservatives haven’t been in power here since the 1950s. So it’s an interesting tactic.

All this to say that it’s been a bit of a shitshow, despite how tame it seems to our friends down south. We’re having huge issues with housing and grocery prices, the healthcare system is incredibly strained, and Canadians are shockingly hostile to our politicians. Like. All of them. Constantly. There’s quite a bit at stake.

So what do our parties want to do? The NDP have had a hard time trying to fix our economy since the pandemic, and inflation and rising costs of living are stretching everyone pretty thin. Their policies are easing things, but it’s slow, and not everyone is seeing results right away. They want to regulate things, increase the number of healthcare workers, make it harder for corporations to buy residential real estate, and they are! It’s just slow.

The Conservatives want to privatize everything. They think having private healthcare will lower wait times at public clinics and lessen the strain on the system. More likely a lot of primary care providers and nurses will jump ship and go private, but hey, I’m not a politician or economist or lawyer or a fucking conservative, so what do I know.

All this to say that it’s very important to vote if you’re eligible to in BC. Get registered. You legally have time to vote on election day as well. Your employer can’t stop you.

And keep an eye on whatever the fuck is going on federally.

[clamjams]

2024 reading q&a except no one asked for it

1. How many books did you read this year?

about 125

2. Did you reread anything?

nope

3. What were your top five books of the year?

no particular order bc i just can’t but:

Never Saw Me Coming - Vera Kurian

The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer - Jennifer Lynch

Crush - Richard Siken

Poor Things - Alasdair Gray

Anarchism and Other Essays - Emma Goldman

4. Did you discover any new authors that you love this year?

Eliza Clark, Kathryn Harrison, Anne Carson, Richard Siken

5. What genre did you read the most of?

Romance, Fantasy & Contemporary

6. Was there anything you meant to read, but never got to?

Lots. Apprentice to the Villain by Hannah Nicole Maehrer and Queen of Dreams by Kit Rocha to name a couple.

7. What was your average Goodreads rating? Does it seem accurate?

3.38. Yes.

8. Did you meet any of your reading goals?

Yes, I read much less this year & met my goal of 10 sapphic books (I read 13).

9. Did you get into any new genres?

Poetry & Short Stories! I also truly attempted to read more classics this year.

10. What was your favorite new release of the year?

maybe She’s Always Hungry by Eliza Clark? hard to say

11. What was your favorite book that has been out for a while, but you just now read?

Poor Things - Alasdair Gray & Notes from Underground - Dostoevsky

12. Any books that disappointed you?

plenty. I really wanted to get through Crime & Punishment but wasn’t able to (a me problem i’m sure). Both novels by S.T. Gibson disappointed me, but A Dowry of Blood especially. I expected more from The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson, as well.

13. What were your least favorite books of the year?

some that i shan’t even name. but here’s some: When I Was Ten - Fiona Cummins, The Stranger Beside Me - Ann Rule, Electra vs Oedipus: The Drama of the Mother–Daughter Relationship - Hendrika C. Freud…idk i read some random stuff this year

14. What books do you want to finish before the year is over?

Book 1 in The Witcher series (Blood of Elves)! but it’s a slow read for me so i’m not hopeful

15. Did you read any books that were nominated for or won awards this year?

some may have won awards, but not this year. some nominations.

16. What is the most over-hyped book you read this year?

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson 😬 I’m sorry. Perhaps it’s one of the those that was something new and unique when first released but is now…kind of ordinary? like i expected something incredible but it felt very standard and unintentionally predictable.

17. Did any books surprise you with how good they were?

On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft by Stephen King. My first Stephen King read…I thought that it was very good for what it is and didn’t feel boring like some How To writing books. If only I liked his novels.

Assistant to the Villain by Hannah Nicole Maehrer was very charming and fun which I didn’t expect after seeing it marketed as a booktok romance.

Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant opened my mind to more kinds of horror fiction.

18. How many books did you buy?

too many, mostly poetry books

19. Did you use your library?

once. until very recently i lived somewhere with a very shit library with no libby

20. What was your most anticipated release & Did it meet your expectations?

i’m going to be so real - i can’t remember

21. Did you participate in or watch any booklr, booktube, or book twitter drama?

nope it’s not easy to integrate into booklr like where is everyone let me innnnnn

22. What’s the longest book you read?

Zodiac Academy: Restless Stars. 1,153 pages.

23. What’s the fastest time it took you to read a book?

like 5hrs i think

24. Did you DNF anything? Why?

quite a few. my attention span was SUFFERING this year which meant if i wasn’t into a book then i just couldn’t finish it. most notably I DNF’d Crime & Punishment at about 50%…I WILL finish it one day. Mayhaps i’ll try a different translation.

25. What reading goals do you have for next year?

read no more than 100 books. Read more literary fiction. Read more WLW stories. Read more classics. read more translations.