#idk if this is really what they would have said

[thatsmistertoyou]

maybe a hot take idk

look I know many people are upset about the pricing/fee situation of the TIT livestream (me included, I was pissed as hell that I got a large surprise fee), and I hope everything gets sorted out. I’m proud of the phandom for being loud and demanding fairness from the platform. you will not get shit past us.

I understand that. however, I completely disagree with some opinions I’ve seen (mainly on twitter but whatever) that charging for the stream at all is greedy, especially for people who have already paid to see the show. this is a weird take imo because this stream is supposed to be an opportunity for people who didn’t get to go to see it with an audience as a communal experience. but if you already spent money and don’t want to spend more, don’t!

and I don’t know anything about anything but based on the very little information dnp have provided about the cost of touring, I really don’t think they have the option to just do the stream for free. this is just my opinion, but based on how dan said he lost money touring WAD, i would not be surprised if the livestream paid for the rights he needed to release it for free on YouTube (and the extremely important rights to play All Star in the credits). just because he wrote and performed it doesn’t mean he owned it. it would not surprise me at all if the profits from the stream don’t go to dnp only.

and also, Things Cost Money, including livestreams. I think the platform has really showed their ass, but if we remove them from the equation for a second - everyone who put on TIT, including Dan and Phil, deserve to be compensated for their work. I don’t expect them to bleed money into this project forever just because it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I’m sure they’re doing just fine financially, but they are not and never have asked anyone to take food off their table to support them.

I actually find it really disheartening to see just how many people were like, legitimately, personally angry with dnp before they had even had a chance to respond to our concerns. I’ve been around long enough to remember when they announced TABINOF, there was an uproar about how they were sellouts because they were writing a book just like every other youtuber, making a shitty cashgrab when they had nothing to say. in the 2 days before we knew what the book would even be about, the Discourse had never been more annoying or mean spirited.

and it made me wonder, what are yall doing here if you assume the worst like that? have you just been waiting for the masks to slip? are you appalled that they participate in the heinous capitalistic act of selling their labor like everyone else? have your years of support not earned a little bit of grace when there’s a miscommunication?

I’m not saying approach everything like ‘they’ve never done anything wrong once in their whole lives and never will’, but the vitriol that seems to come out at minor fuck ups is alarming. some of yall do not like them and it shows. (I am looking directly at twitter dot com now)

I find that attitude really sad. after the TABINOF drama, I promised myself I’d never lose sleep over phandom nonsense again, so I’m going to bed, just had to get some thoughts out there. 💙

[sheepispink]

THE TRUTH. (super soldier au part 2)

cw: mentions of telling someone to commit suicide, threats, bullying

guys idk how i feel about this one but here u go 🙏

PART ONE

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Happy Birthday

freak.

A present stopped you from walking out at your usual time. It was a week until your birthday, and usually no one remembered other than those who had your file. Although that mostly consisted of blacked out paragraphs now.

It’s wrapped a little messily, not the worst, and you slowly pick it up, noticing a weight inside. You had never got a present before, much less more than a small timeframe to have some sort of celebration— not that you ever took that opportunity anyway. Most years you were too busy hung up with wires and drowning in your mind from drugs. Your thumb brushes over the paper curiously, looking for a name tag but finding nothing to mark the sender. Neatly, you rip a line through the paper which reveals a cardboard box. It’s blank, no branding or anything to attach itself to. When you open it though, you’re quickly greeted by a strange sight; a gun.

A handgun to be more specific, a Browning L941 if you wanted details. It sits neatly in the box, looking clean but you can tell by the small nicks in metal it’s not new. There’s a note beside it, typed— never handwritten.

“If your aim is as good as they say, surely you can prove it by putting it to your head.”

You’re not too surprised, at least more than the initial eye widening. After all, you did deal with the piece of paper on your designated breakfast table every morning. Your eyes flicker down, to the sentence beneath.

“If you’re too scared, we’ll just have to deliver the gift in person.”

That makes you blink, the implications of the clear threat not lost on you. It wasn't the first time you’ve heard them; enemies swore that they’d tear you apart limb by limb, Ghost promised he’d douse you in cold water the next time you caused a bloodbath and even the scientists taunted you with those syringes. The difference was, those were.. well threats you couldn't exactly avoid. Ghost would always get mad at you for making a mess, and you used to be far more rebellious against the scientists— or was that fear? Enemies threatening you was just a farce anyway, you’d have their bodies by your feet soon enough that it wasn't even worth thinking over twice. But this? Comrades, or well they’re supposed to be, who want to kill you? Teammates who would live happier knowing they put you to the grave. It’s no longer the opposing team, no longer the one Ghost points his finger at, no longer the ones that destroy humanity.

No, they only want to destroy you.

For the first few days, you tried to shake it, but you were feeling the weight of the words even more than usual. The stab of pain in your back when they threw the bread roll at you; that could be a bullet next time. Your shoes in the toilet could be your body next time. The fox who whines and whimpers would be you when you were deemed useless.

The truth was, you didnt care about the damn movie, or the cake you were promised, nor even the words “happy birthday” being said to you. It was an excuse, a white lie even, to get the Captain, or Ghost, hoping one of them would actually come into your room. Never have they stepped foot in since your first arrival, never feeling the need to either. The Captain only had time to care when you emailed him, but even that seemed too risky, what if he laughed it off and the surrounding soldiers heard? Ghost barely ever gave you time to talk anyway, and when you did get a moment, there were too many around.

So you invited them over, tried your best act as if you really wanted a birthday to celebrate with them. They’d come, you’d show them the note, the gun. If they laughed, it’d be fine, hidden in your room— you could find a solution before they told the others and it spread around the base. If they didn't laugh, you’d be safe, guaranteed that no one would really try what would happen on that piece of paper.

But you hadn't anticipated that neither of them would come at all. Your eyes brim with tears, unsure how that is even possible as you step into your room, a tenseness sinking into your bones and spreading across your body. With them completely out of the picture, you’re left by yourself until your end surely comes. Maybe you should’ve known, especially when you remember what soldiers call you— a monster.

But it wasn’t in your coding, in your genes or even near your thought process to harm those that threaten you— at least not first anyways, and especially when they’re not explicitly enemies. This was a moral dilemma your tampered mind wasn't capable of handling. Despite the sick growing in your stomach, you had a plan. There were outdoor training rooms, more specifically small cabins that were sometimes used to punish soldiers if they acted up too much.

The gift remains untouched on the dresser, a silent promise watching you at all times. It’s almost four o clock now, and the day isn't getting any brighter in the middle of winter. Opening your closet, your hands pass over the many uniforms there. That’s all they give you, uniforms, it’s why yours are always clean— your only purpose is to fight. So you grab the jacket in the furthest corner, the one usually saved for extreme weather conditions and slip that on. It disguises your figure enough and the hiking boots are exactly what you need to be a new person.

Your hand grazes the knives in your old belt, and you take a few, sliding them into the new holster behind the jacket. Just in case. There’s nothing else to take now, apart from your small radio that you sometimes keep on your person— you dont really use a phone either since it was seen to be a distraction. You’ll likely have to starve for the rest of the day, though with your knowledge you could probably find some sort of food out there. Just in case, you grab an MRE, a spare that stays around in the off chance you get dizzy from eating nothing all day.

Slowly you step out in the hallway, looking around for anyone before closing your door shut again. You didnt dare make it suspicious with a backpack, so your bottle is stuffed into your jacket pocket instead. Same for the untampered gift on the table, they’d assume you’d be back later to open it.

This was your best bet.

You head down the corridors, keeping a confident pace so people wouldn’t even try suspect you— that’s the key to everything, after all. Ironically, that wasn’t the situation at all, in fact they were.. friendly? A few soldiers gave you a nod as you walked past, which wasn’t the craziest thing but, considering no one’s ever done that before, it was exhilarating. You nod in turn, a mask hiked up to your nose but it just looks like you’re keeping your face warm for when you go outside— not that anyone here is phased by a mere mask anyway. Infact, a few soldiers who look particularly boisterous even go as far to fist bump you, likely thinking you’re someone they know. You don't care in the slightest; you’re just happy that for once you get to experience what your life should’ve been like.

The giddiness is temporary though, as you turn the corner to see Ghost stepping out of a room with two crates of drinks in his hands. You falter, stopping in your tracks as he closes the door behind him.

Is this really the right idea? Running away like this?

It’s only for the day, at least that was the idea, but what after that? What if they didn't stop at your birthday— what if it continued? You could tell him right now, pull the mask down that covers your face and confess every little detail running through your head. What would you do if he got in trouble for your foolish decisions? He had shown his stance when he chose not to show up at your birthday party; he clearly didn't care at all.. right?

“Do you need something?” He says lowly, clearly having realised that you’ve frozen in your tracks before him, and giving you a narrowed stare for that reason. Surprisingly, it’s less demeaning and more questioning, considering how harsh his eyes usually go when looking at you. It gives you a bit of hope.

”D-do you need any help with that, sir?” You’re not sure why your voice stuttered, not particularly wanting to think much about the matter either. Instead, you stare right back at him, your eyes widened as you stare in his pupils moving around like it’s searching you.

Did he recognise you?

“No, that’s alright.” It’s gruff, and harsh and yet far more nicer than he’s ever spoken to you before. You manage to force yourself to nod in response, giving a small salute before hurrying off down the corridor.

Trekking through the forest is a little bit of an effort but you eventually meet the small cabin that’s there. It’s almost never used in winter, but in the summer they might do their training in these areas and keep the lunch here. Slowly you step inside, recognising from the get go that there’s not particularly much. There’s a few bedrolls for wilderness training, albeit a bit torn and some dry firewood left discarded on the little fireplace. That’s good, at least you won't freeze anymore than you already have. It’s not like you can use it though— it’s too risky. If anyone sees smoke out here you’re bound to get caught in seconds, and possibly even by your predators.

You lock the cabin door, placing a chair beneath the handle as you let out a sigh and slump against the wall. This would be a long, painstaking night and you cant help but wonder if it’d been better to just defend yourself when they came. But what if you lost control? What if you seriously hurt someone? Even if they were trying to harm you?

The thought makes you shudder, even more than the thoughts you’ve been desperately pushing back. But when there is nothing else to do in this cold place, it’s hard to keep your mind focused. The only way you survived these past three months with Ghost is by not thinking about your situation— at all. It’s probably why he hates you. From how he reacts anyway, you’re more like a robot than you’ve ever been a human. You’ve been monitored all your life, since before you were born you were made for the cause. No clue of who your mother was, you were genetically modified as an embryo for all the traits they wished for you to have. Other children in the program had the same, of course, and for the first years of your life you were blissfully unaware. You didn’t understand that the kids you ran around and giggled with would end up being your own enemies, despising that you turned out to be the successful experiment and not them. It wasn't as glamorous as it sounded, but they complained, saying you didnt have to be sent away like they did, to be fostered and deal with the pain of the experiments for the rest of their lives.

That’s exactly what you had though. You were split from them altogether, coddled by scientists and doctors, personal trainers who felt more like drill sergeants than anyone that wanted to help you. Of course, you were tampered with too, drugged up on strange substances as they tampered with your nerves, always changing you to be better because you were never enough for them. They were supposed to enforce rationality within you by erasing anything that could get you worked up, and so your emotions became suppressed, pushed down and piled with the weight of responsibilities to keep them down. But it clearly wasn't successful, at least when you’re not on the battlefield. When you entered that place, it was like a switch had turned on in your brain, all morality slipping out as you only followed the orders of whoever the handler was. Your mind always enters a haze after you snap out of it and come back from hours of combat, leaving you feeling sick to the core.

But now, things are changing— too fast. You had cried, because they didn't come to your birthday party. For once, your stomach felt sickly with misery and your breath had caught in your throat when you’ve never stopped breathing before, ever. Your hand reaches into your pocket, pulling out a small fox toy. It was a gift from a younger scientist who had just been a mere intern. He had been put forward for the menial task of looking after your post-experimentation state, making sure your vitals were fine. You didnt get to talk to him that much, considering you mostly were deep in sleep, recovering from the new strain on your body. But he stayed beside you, making sure you were okay. When you left to get tested on the field with Ghost, he gave you a small plush, just the size of your hand.

“A little gift.” He chuckled, smiling gently as he rubbed your bandaged arm. “Don't give me that look. I know you’re not actually that unbothered, they just made you that way. You can say you like it, you know, that it makes you happy.”

You could only nod in return, it was the truth, you were very happy.

The sky was already growing dark and without the determination that kept your body distracted from your needs, you were actually feeling your hunger full force for once. The little fox is clenched deep in your hands, a natural predator and yet it’s more common to see them die out in the wild than thriving. Just like you. Your stomach growls, and so you reach for your MRE, eyeing the food within. You were probably supposed to warm it up first, but you’d just have to eat it like this for now. You rip the first packet open, and just try to scarf it down without thinking about the taste too much. It wasn’t the best to say the least. But you’re used to it now; you barely got proper meals apart from missions, and often had to eat one of these after an unsuccessful trip to the mess hall.

You’re about to inspect the other packet when a low scratching noise is heard against the door. Instantly, you pause, mind shifting into something akin to a battle mode already. Slowly, you approach the door, pressing your ear as your hand reaches in your belt for the knife. The windows were frosted up, so it’s unlikely they could see in when it was already pretty dark in here. A low whine echoes out and you realise who's actually stalking you, quickly removing the chair and opening the door. The little fox stands there, looking up at you as it slowly steps inside the cabin.

For once, you let your guard down and just sigh, closing the door and securing it again. “C’mere.” You rarely fear anything, and so you scoop the little fox up without a second thought, even as it squirms initially and its claws are sharp on you. You settle in the warmest area of the room again, next to your mre pack and grab the fork, scooping out some of the food. You didn't need the rest, but he could use it. The fox reluctantly eats the food, and you giggle when you realise it probably doesn't taste much better to him either despite being starving. You took it off by letting him drink half the bottle of your water, which he greedily takes along with a few fruits you packed.

“Your fur is matted, and you’re all banged up but you’re still adorable.” The thought makes you sniffle, a bittersweet smile rising on your lips. The fox rests its head on your lap as you run your hand over its fur, gently scratching every now and then. Why couldn’t people see the truth in you as you did right now? You’ve trained for so long, fought to keep all of them safe on their missions and all you got in return was a scared look, disgust and sometimes even anger. It hurt, more than you allowed yourself to feel.

But this is the first time you’ve been alone without the battlefield before you, or a supervisor staring you down. You could have a gun to your head tonight, and no one will find out until the morning, so for now you just begged that the soldiers were joking, for the sake of everyone involved.

You just wish Ghost and Price would’ve listened, so you could be safe and warm back there, at least getting an early sleep on your birthday. The scientist promised, he said it’d get better, he said there would be others who would care like he did. He said only the higherups were this bad; he lied to you. The tears drip again, unable to stop this time and you bury your face in your hands, mourning everything you’ve lost, and everything you’ve yet to lose. Dead or alive, you may lose it all.

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[soeyekonic]

— ✩♬ ₊˚. run for the hills ⭑ D.A

⟡ synopsis daniela has always kept you at arm’s length. close enough to make you stay, but never enough to let you in. stuck in an endless push-and-pull, you finally reach your breaking point, forcing her to make a choice: fight for you or lose you forever. but when the moment comes, daniela hesitates—and this time, you’re the one who walks away first.

warnings: chat idk… somewhat angst? but at the same time, not really

currently playing: run for the hills - tate mcrae

you should have walked away the first time.

that night, when her fingers brushed against yours in the dim glow of the city lights. when her lips parted like she had something to say but never said it. when she gave you that look—the one that made your chest tighten and your stomach twist into something uncertain.

you should have walked away before she could leave first.

but you didn’t.

and now, here you were again, standing in front of her like a fool, like someone who hadn’t learned their lesson.

the cycle was always the same.

daniela would come close, just close enough for you to feel the heat of her presence, the gravity of her attention. and just when you thought you could reach her, she would disappear. she would build walls out of silence, out of half-meant apologies and fleeting glances that never turned into anything more.

and yet, you always stayed.

tonight was no different. The two of you stood outside after hours of pretending you weren’t caught in each other’s orbit. It was late, the streets damp from a recent rain, the air thick with something unspoken.

“you can’t keep doing this,” you murmured, voice barely audible over the distant hum of traffic.

daniela blinked at you, as if she didn’t understand, as if this wasn’t the hundredth time she had left you on the edge of something you weren’t sure you could survive. “doing what?” her voice was soft, but it carried weight.

you let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. “pulling me in just to keep pushing me away.”

she didn’t answer right away. she just stared at you, lips slightly parted, something unreadable flickering in her brown eyes. you had seen this look before- the hesitation, the conflict. the part of her that wanted you and the part of her that refused to let herself have you.

“i never meant to—”

“don’t,” you cut her off, sharper than you intended. “don’t lie to me, daniela.”

her mouth snapped shut, and for a moment, all you could hear was the sound of your own breathing, the pounding of your heart against your ribs.

you wanted to walk away, to finally be the one who left first. but then her fingers twitched at her side, hesitating, before reaching for yours.

it was the softest touch. barely anything at all.

and you hated yourself for letting it break you.

daniela never let anyone too close. you had known that from the start.

she carried herself like someone who had learned to be careful, someone who knew that closeness was a risk. and yet, with you, she always let the line blur—just enough to keep you hoping.

she called you late at night when she couldn’t sleep. she let her gaze linger a second too long when she thought you wouldn’t notice. she let her fingers trace absent patterns on your wrist, your palm, your shoulder—like she was memorizing you without ever claiming you.

but she never let it become something real.

“you say you don’t want this,” you said one night, “but you act like you do.”

daniela exhaled slowly, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes. “i—” she stopped, shaking her head. “i don’t know how to want something and not be afraid of losing it.”

your chest tightened. “so instead, you make sure you lose it before it can hurt you?”

silence.

and then, softer: “maybe.”

she never gave you enough to stay, but she never let you go either.

it wasn’t one thing that finally broke you. it was everything.

the nights waiting for her to decide. the way she pulled away every time you got too close. the way she looked at you like you were the only person in the room, but then pretended it didn’t mean anything.

“i can’t do this anymore.”

the words fell from your lips before you could stop them.

daniela froze, her breath hitching. “what?”

your hands clenched into fists at your sides. “i can’t keep letting you take pieces of me if you’re never going to have all of me.”

something flickered in her expression—panic, fear. “i never meant to hurt you.”

“i know,” you whispered. “but that doesn’t mean you didn’t.”

she took a step toward you, but this time, you were the one who pulled away.

and it killed you to do it. because for all the ways daniela had hurt you, you still loved her.

you probably always would.

you waited for her to chase after you. you thought maybe this time, she would fight for you.

but she didn’t.

and that told you everything you needed to know. so you left.

for the first time, you left before she could.

and as you disappeared into the night, you wondered if daniela would finally understand what it felt like to be left behind.

maybe then, she would realize that she had always been the one who needed to stop running.

a/n: guys idk… was it okay?? i haven’t written in a while and i fee like i’m losing my sparkle 😭😭

[thespideysavvy]

I wanted to do this bc I’m bored.

1. Yes

2. Ofc not or at least I think I haven’t

3. Anything funny mostly non-funny stuff but it really anything.

4. I went to a charity event that had famous singers come?

5. I don’t believe but if I had a choice either a dragon. Okay so if if it’s not real? To Chinese ppl or to there legends and stories there real and they are so cool!!

6. Idk what a vocal stim is?

7. DNKY fluffy pj shirt

8. Enhypen..

9. Depends on my outfit but if I chose it would have to be my nike trainers or boots

10. Freedom of speech or something to make me smart or something to change my negative mindset or to be happier!

11. Funny. Kind. Weird.

12. Where I started laughing at my friend non-stop and she never even said anything.

13. It’s haram

14. My thoughts.

15. My gut feelings ig or when someone’s watching me

16. Eating sweets

17. To put music on the tv and just listen while doing hw or cleaning or anything really since my family doesn’t really listen to kpop or my music not like it’s bad or ANYTHING!!!

18. This dish called ‘Haleem’ which is basically dhaal and meat and some other stuff blended together ig? And trust I LOVE it but some aunty gave us some and it was like mashed potatoes. Not nice.

19. Percy Jackson or Aiden Acharaya or Aru Shah or Leo Valdez or Xander Hawthorne or Peter Parker

20. Journalist or a lawyer for rights or something that is opinionated.

21. Sweets and Books!! And social media ofc

22. No doubt or drunk-dazed or paranormal or sweet venom all by ENHYPEN theres prob more but still.

23. Algerian scammer

24. My gold customised braclet my uncle got from Mecca

25. Politics or books or marvel or K-pop or anything I’m interested in really

26. Enhypen and Spider-Man

27. I don’t like takis or cheetos or starburst or skittles and ext

28. I don’t have one I’m sorry I can’t pick JUST one.

29. I only four piercings in my ears two on each.

30. My worst is that I can be lazy and selfish sometimes and rude without knowing I am. My best is that I’m a great advisor, I’m kind and funny and full of energy

Deep/Fun Questions to Ask!

Do you like watching sunsets?

Have you ever started a rumor?

What makes you laugh hard?

What's the last concert you went to?

If you believed in it, what would you be reincarnated to?

What's your current vocal stim?

What shirt are you wearing?

Who or what is on your mind?

What are your favorite pair of shoes?

What would easily win you over if someone gave you it?

What three words describe you?

What's a funny memory you have?

Do you have any drunk stories?

What's one thing you own that you're sure no one else has?

Do you have any superstitions?

What is your guilty pleasure?

What weird thing do you do when you're alone?

What is the worst food you've ever had?

What fictional character would you bring to life if you could?

If you could join a career immediately, what would it be?

What keeps you going during the day?

Current song on repeat?

Funniest inside joke?

What's your favorite piece of jewelry you own?

Favorite niche topic?

What fandom are you currently in?

Most controversial take?

Favorite ship and why?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos, and what are they?

What is your worst & best quality?

[archangeldyke-all]

omg hi angel!! I just saw the gym teacher Sev x English teacher reader thing and idk if this was just my middle/high school experience, but I remember at my school during pep rallies sometimes, teachers would divide up into teams and play a sport against each other (usually football or basketball, sometimes softball) as a fun thing to get everyone excited. Sometimes it'd be teachers against students too if you wanna go that route. I dunno maybe you could write something where reader and Sevika are preparing for that?

Maybe a reader who's clumsy/not well versed in sports who already has a somewhat flirty relationship with Sevika asking Sev to help train her alone/teach her about whatever sport theyre going to play so she doesnt embarass herself in front of the entire staff and student body? They could have a whole competitive-flirting thing going on during the one on one training where they end up doing some cheesy shit like stumbling over one another and kissing while they're on the ground lol

KENNIE THIS IS SOOOOOOOOO CUTEEE

men and minors dni

"babe, you're supposed to kick it to me." sevika giggles.

you huff and stomp your foot, stooping over to grab a stick from the field and toss it at your girlfriend. "that's what i tried to do!" you whine. sevika giggles, easily dodging the stick and kicking the ball back to you.

"i can't believe i'm dating somebody who can't even pass a soccer ball."

"yeah, well, i'm dating somebody who refuses to read anything published before 1950--"

"they write so old-timey, i can hardly understand them!" sevika whines, starting up the rant she's perfected in her time with you. you giggle and approach your girlfriend, kicking the ball from its spot between her feet and taking its place. sevika wraps her arms around your waist, smiling down at you. "you're done practicing already?" she guesses.

you giggle and stand on your tiptoes to kiss your girlfriend. she sighs against your lips.

sevika dragged you out to the park today as an attempt to 'train' you for the big students vs. teachers soccer game coming up in a month. in previous years, you've stayed on the sidelines with the other un-athletic teachers, laughing and gossiping and handing out ice packs to your injured co-workers and students. sevika's convinced to get you off the bleachers and onto the field this year, swearing that now that she's your girlfriend, some of her athleticism has to have rubbed off on you.

"i packed a picnic basket in the car... we can set up under that little group of trees?" you ask, blinking sweetly up at sevika. she rolls her eyes and picks up her soccer ball.

"you're lucky you're cute." she huffs, shaking her head as she starts walking you toward the car. you giggle.

"i made your favorite."

"meatball sandwiches?" sevika asks, her eyes lighting up a bit. you grin and nod.

"packed extra napkins too." you say. sevika laughs and kisses your temple.

"so when i asked you to come to the park for training today, you had your own plan this whole time?" she asks. you grin.

"well, duh. did you really think i'd be kicking around a soccer ball for more than thirty minutes?"

"fuck, the teachers are never gonna beat the kids." sevika whines as you open up the car. you giggle, pulling the basket out as she stores all her soccer gear.

"i don't know why you ever think you will, babe. you're a buncha forty year olds playing against kids whose primary food source is energy drinks."

"between me, ran and vander we've got a solid defensive side! we just need somebody fast. with good aim."

"and you thought that would be me?" you tease again.

sevika giggles as she helps you spread out the picnic blanket. "maybe not. maybe i just wanted to see you sweaty and panting." she says with a wink.

you laugh as you sit down on the blanket, dragging sevika to sit next to you. "i can think of much better ways to get sweaty with you than playing soccer, baby." you say. sevika raises a suspicious eyebrow at you.

"last time you said that we spent our saturday in your classroom building bookshelves."

you giggle. "well, we were sweaty weren't we?"

sevika shakes her head and pushes the basket out of the way, before she tackles you and pins you to the blanket. you grin up at her as she gazes down at you. "so lucky you're cute." she mumbles from above you.

you giggle. "are you gonna kiss me or are you just gonna stare?"

sevika rolls her eyes and tries to hide her smile as she ducks down to press her lips to yours. you can feel the curve of her lips against yours, though.

and just as you start to thread your fingers through her hair, the bird noise and wind surrounding you is interrupted by a shriek.

you both jump, and when you sit up on the blanket you make direct eye contact with jinx and ekko, both wearing a pair of rollerskates on their feet and horrified looks of disgust on their faces.

"it's sevika?!" jinx squeals from the sidewalk, not even bothering to greet you.

"i told you you'd never guess." you say with a shrug.

"you're supposed to call me 'coach--'"

"oh janna-- ekko, hold my hair, i'm about to be sick."

ekko snorts, pulls his girlfriends braids into his grasp, and then waves at the pair of you with his free hand. "hey teach. coach. beautiful sunday, isn't it?" he asks awkwardly.

beside you, sevika bursts into giggles.

kofi

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[lara-cairncross]

my personal sonadow headcanons in no particular order bc im procrastinating on writing a research paper right now and its either do this or throw myself off the roof:

Shadow is a few inches shorter than Sonic, but ONLY if he takes his shoes off. cue many years' worth of shenanigans with Shadow doing everything in his power to avoid going barefoot in Sonic's presence because he knows if Sonic finds out he'll never hear the end of it (hes right)

T4T SONADOW

Sonic was able to get top surgery, but Shadow's body healed itself too quickly for it to work on him. flash forward to when he gets his Black Doom abilities and one of his first orders of business is to fuck around with them until he's able to give HIMSELF top surgery

Sonic hates coffee beans (too bitter) and Shadow hates chili dogs (too heavy/savory). they've broken up over this enough times for Rouge to lose count

Sonic is so good at flirting with everyone EXCEPT SHADOW. HE GETS TOO FLUSTERED. HE TRIES SO HARD AND IT NEVER WORKS BUT SHADOW IS TOO DOWN BAD TO CARE

Shadow grew up on a space station, with no biological reason to eat, and no access to fresh food or a kitchen. Sonic literally raised both himself AND TAILS. Shadow is NOT the cook between the two of them please everyone keeps saying otherwise and i dont understand it you cant convince me shadow knows how to boil a pot of water PLEASE SOMEBODY AGREE WITH ME

Sonic ages. Shadow doesn't. 50 years down the line somebody asks Sonic if Shadow is his son. Shadow immediately gets payback for 50 years of short jokes.

they are both so smart and so capable and so dangerous by themselves but if you put them in the same room in any context outside of a life-or-death situation they become the two dumbest motherfuckers you've ever had the displeasure of engaging in polite conversation with

shadow bottoms what who said that

okay this one might be silly but I feel like they would both be good at chess??? like Sonic is surprisingly well-read and more observant than people give him credit for, and Shadow probably had a lot of strategy training from GUN + played games with Maria on the ARK. idk i just feel like it would be a fun way for them to challenge each other outside of just racing/combat yknow

they both wear jewelry with each others' colors :] i usually make it earrings but i think Sonic having bracelets to mirror Shadow's rings would be really cute too

autistic Shadow and ADHD Sonic yes please yes yes yes

Sonic is the most verbally affectionate and Shadow is the most physically affectionate IM RIGHT YOU CANT ARGUE WITH ME ON THIS ONE IM PUTTING MY FOOT DOWN GOODBYE

they like to beat each other up a little toooooo much and its kinda toxic maybe but also theyre both having fun so like. maybe its just a love language 🫶🫶

Tails is so, SO disappointed with Sonic for his choice in men. like he actively considers holding an intervention when he finds out that Shadow and Sonic started dating

theyre both somewhere on the aromantic and asexual spectrums because uhhhhhh so am i and i can project if i want to

Sonic is a chronic yapper and Shadow is a listener BUT. HEAR ME OUT. IT STARTS TO SWAP AS THEY GET MORE COMFORTABLE WITH EACH OTHER. shadow comes out of his shell and feels more at ease talking, and sonic appreciates having someone who doesnt expect him to be at full energy/optimism 24/7 and lets him be silent when he needs to be

[beatlblog]

#i really really wish he hadn't kept throwing george under the bus like that#nunya business son! (via i-am-the-oyster)

#and people still claim this one isn't about john#but sure#it's about *george* not telling john he loved him#you keep that emotional distance son (via javelinbk)

#leave george out of this#exploding him with my mind (via icriedforthemoon)

#my good sir keep george out of it (via liddypaul)

#the way he's throwing george under the bus here..... (via camphorror)

#everytime he's being gay about john he Has to throw george under the bus#WHY DOES HE DO THAT (via repressedgaymer)

#i'm throwing a brick at him (via longing4yesterday)

#i’m sure george really regretted… not telling john he wanted to suck it one last time :/#i hope george hit their heads together at least once i really do (via thegirlwiththeaxe)

#and his situation isn’t as bad as someone say george’s so he’s actually lucky#i think the worst thing he could imagine was john dying while they weren’t friendly and is afraid that john didn’t know#so he gives that pain to george in order to verbalize it. but george isn’t you paul it’s not going to be the same#he always tries to sound wise but in this case it just sounds childish (via weedsmokingmacca)

#paul mccartney: queen of the john girls (via lastlennonista)

#george i cry for you :( (via ringosmistress)

#projection is strong with this one (via therealestwizard)

#i hate him. so much#ah yes the classic mccartney maneuver:#“ah fuck this is starting to sound rlly gay quick throw the George Distraction Smoke Bomb so no one figures out im devastated i never told#john i love him“#smooth macca smooth (via paulmccartneyexplodingonstage)

#you know I'm sure george geniunely was regretful that he and john never sorted things out#but come on you didn't write that song from george's perspective (via always-a-mad-comet)

#would love to know what george thought on hearing this#rub it in paul why dontcha (via kinsfaun)

#like the tags are saying#e's the king of projecting (especially when it comes to john) (via friends2go)

#George should've killed him and I'm being so serious (via iwannabeyourman)

#sometimes I think George held an unnecessary grudge towards Paul#and then I hear Paul say shit like this and I get it#like yeah#I probably wouldn’t want to be around people like this either#like why are you projecting that on me#YOU didn’t tell him you loved him#you even said that. multiple times.#and I am not your little brother#can you stop being condescending#sorry for the rant#I love george and I love Paul#I just don’t know why he’s the way that he is (via mockerprincess)

#shut up about george omfg (via muzaktomyears)

#so interesting that he starts saying he and john finally reconnected a few weeks before john died#and then mid-sentence he changes the word to ‘months’ (via janeeyrewasfaecoded)

#*actively in tears* no ​IM normal and fine. but i bet THAT guy is super torn up about it#points to a man who visibly does not give a fuck#come on man even you have to see this shield is flimsy as hell#you never communicated let’s not kid ourselves (via weedsmokingmacca)

#yeah sure George#of course (via one-after--909)

idk how george was able to tolerate him (via beatle-stories333)

#george definitely has nothing to do with all that#that's the song about you and john (via yulia-k-blog)

#under the bus you go george (via scurator)

#I really don’t like that paul speaks for george here#because we is going to say ‘no that’s not true’ when he is paul mccartney#once of the closest sources#i’m not saying paul is lying but still. (via georgegirltm)

#I would make fun of him for the george stuff but he sounds like he's about to cry (via always-a-mad-comet)

#leave george out of this! (via midchelle)

#< prev so true. ''oh i had no regrets abt john but GEORGE never told him he loved him and wanted to hold john in his arms#and kiss him and say that john was his and-''#sure paul (via unusable)

what if I just jump off a bridge

[2-dsimp]

Off topic, when I read about Neinov the Toon, my first thoughts came to a game called Amanda the Adventurer. Idk why 😭

Anyway, are your plans would be Neinov coming to the real world, or Neinov dragging mc back to his world? 🤔

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Yandere! Toon x Reader

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Synopsis: your past mistake from your old childhood days has come back to haunt you.

Cw: attempted kidnapping, obsessive, controlling possessive behavior, mentions of stalking, Neinov being delusional, non-consensual,

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“My partner! It’s you? Is it really you?”

A warbled voice addressed you, from beyond the fragile veil of where your reality clashed with the imaginary world of Cartoonz. A realm that was too warped beyond real life’s comprehension.

What the fuck was going on? All you did was turn on the damned tv to watch some classic cartoons. The one time your father left the remote out in plain sight.

You took a chance to sift through some channels, you were grown damnit! And yet he was still being such a helicopter parent. All because of an stupid accident you couldn’t remember for the life of you, that happened when you were a child.

“P-partner? What the hell? What is this? Who are you?!”

“Hey hey heyyy aren’t you being too cold? I’m Neinov your partner in crime, for life or death~ We used no—we are the best of buddies and more hehe!”

Your blood ran cold at the chipper response coming straight from the entity before you. Fingers desperately fiddling with the remote to turn off the malfunctioning tv.

As multiple gloved comical hands began pushing at the frame, trying merge out of the screen. Making the stand rock from the force of whatever thing was trying to come out. Suddenly, you heard your phone ringing, the set of rapid texts coming from your stern father.

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★《You stupid child! What have you done?!》

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★《I said you were forbidden from watching the TV! Quickly, pull the plug!》

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★《Don’t let it crossover— it can’t—Die》

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The phone, sputtered its battery suddenly drained to 0% shutting down completely.

“Ugh that vile monster, I mean your pops is still so persistent after all these years! Its unfortunate to leave him be for now, but savin you comes first!”

Neinov whistled flippantly, his gloved hands breached through the screen. But His face was still smushed against it. Rabid eyes wide with glee staring at you obsessively. His jagged teeth grinning widely at you. That motherfucker even threw a cheesy wink your way. As if this home invasion was a normal thing.

“Saving me? What are you even talking about?! This can’t be real it’s gotta be a prank!”

You’d sputter, trying to make yourself feel good with a white lie. but you knew better, those goosebumps upon your arm told you that you weren’t dreaming.

This felt to real to be a dream. So you scrambled to do something—anything. But did you want to risk getting snatched up by the now free roaming hands. Coming from the tv just to pull the plug? Or maybe breaking the screen would be better? The question is how? You didn’t have a damned hammer or brick on hand.

You didn’t take your father seriously when he warned you to stay away from tv screens. Especially during certain times at night.

You always thought it was some kind of boogeyman type scare tactic so you’d focus on school rather than goofing off online. But now you were at a loss, you were home alone, with a thing calling you its partner in crime.

All this overthinking wasn’t good for your anxiety. You weren’t the type to do well under pressure anyways so the best option that your body decided upon was to flee.

But in hindsight, you did recognize the Toon’s voice it sounded so familiar yet so distant from time. It carried a heavy twang like in those old 90s cartoons. However, seeing you try to escape the voice turned deranged.

“Ah aha oh You silly goose! Where the f*#% do you think you’re going? And my gosh how is this stupid censor not removed yet?!”

The toon’s colorful curses were censored with a bleeps and dolphin noises, as you were rendered immobile.

“I found you… All these years I’ve spent searching for you like a pin inna haystack. And now you’re right in front of me!”

Struggling, You desperately pulled and pulled only to remain where you once were.

“Hey I’m saving you right now, so you should be happy! And jump into my arms greetin me with a big ole a hug and a smooch! Cuz I’m your hero baby!”

Looking down that same gloved hand big enough to encompass your waist. Had a vice grip on your ankle, it tightened and with a sharp yank, you collapsed to the ground.

“Oh I get it you wanna get all glammed up for ya boy. But Yknow you don’t need any makeup, I like ya just the way you are babycakes!”

You started getting rug burn from being dragged across the carpet. By his noodle arms that acted like a sticky hand rope.

“So there’s no need to be shy! After all I’m bringing you back home! Where you belong.”

You were scratching, clawing with all your might to stay tethered to the floor. Neinov, merely found you to be playing hard to get. As he laughed in a bubbly manner, licking his lips as he finally pushed his head through the screen’s threshold. To be in the same space as his precious partner.

“Listen I know we’ve been separated for far too long huh? But Don’t worry! I’ll make you remember all the fun times we spent together just like the good ole days!”

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A/n: nothing like some good cartoonish love 🤧

[darksturnz]

──── ⋮ ⌗ GONE. . . ⟢ TOXIC.ᐟMATT ᵎᵎ

@throatgoat4u angst 4 u my baby :3 + songs a mandatory listen while reading idk. wc: 1.9k

The rain comes down in sheets, thick and relentless, hammering against the windshield of his car as if punishing him for something he already knows he’s guilty of. The wipers scrape across the glass in slow, useless motions, only smearing the water instead of clearing it. He should’ve pulled over twenty minutes ago, but he doesn’t. He just keeps driving, aimless and numb, the glow of streetlights smearing through the downpour.

She’s gone.

For the first time since this mess of a thing between them started, she’s really, truly gone.

He doesn’t know what to do with that.

Matt’s hands tighten on the steering wheel, the leather creaking beneath his grip. His head is heavy, thoughts running in circles like a dog chasing its tail. It’s been weeks—weeks—since he’s seen her, since he’s heard her voice, since she’s stood on his doorstep with fat tears in her eyes, fists curled in frustration, swaying on her feet like she wasn’t sure if she was going to run or let him pull her back inside.

She always came back.

They’d fight—like they always did, voices sharp enough to cut, words thrown like knives meant to wound. He’d say something cruel, something that would make her eyes flash with hurt, and she’d storm out, the door slamming behind her. And every single time, without fail, she’d come back. Sometimes within an hour. Sometimes by midnight. Always by morning.

But not this time.

This time, she left, and the silence she left behind has been choking him ever since.

Matt isn’t used to missing people. He isn’t built for it. He isn’t the kind of guy who sits around feeling sorry for himself, waiting for someone who doesn’t want him. That’s never been him. He’s always been the one people wait for, the one who calls the shots, who makes the rules. But right now, he’s the one waiting. And she isn’t coming.

His fingers twitch against the wheel. He told himself he wouldn’t do this again, wouldn’t drive past her apartment like some pathetic fuck still holding onto a ghost. But here he is, making the turn onto her street, slowing down as he rolls past the building, gaze flicking up toward the windows he knows belong to her.

Dark.

No light. No movement.

His jaw clenches.

He parks anyway, because he’s weak, because even after everything, there’s still some stupid part of him that thinks maybe, just maybe, she’ll be there. That she’s upstairs, curled up on the couch with a book she’s already read a hundred times, biting her nail like she always does when she’s too caught up in something to realize she’s doing it. That if he knocks, she’ll answer. That she’ll sigh like she always does, exasperated but not angry, eyes soft even when she tries to pretend they aren’t.

But he knows better.

Because it’s been weeks.

Weeks of radio silence. Weeks of his texts going unanswered, of calls that never connect, of empty spaces where she used to be. Weeks of him showing up at all her usual spots, half-hoping, half-dreading he’ll find her, but she’s never there. She’s vanished, and he doesn’t know if she’s ever coming back.

That thought unsettles him in a way he doesn’t want to admit.

Matt isn’t sentimental. He doesn’t get attached. He doesn’t do relationships, doesn’t believe in the whole idea of belonging to someone. He likes having options. He likes control. But her—she was different. Not because he wanted her to be. Not because he planned for it. But because she got under his skin, dug in deep in a way that no one else ever has, and now she’s gone, and it’s fucking unbearable.

He hates her for it.

Hates that she left, hates that she’s proving to him she meant what she said last time. That she’s really done. That she’s finally figured out she doesn’t need him, not the way he needs her.

He leans back against the seat, tipping his head against the headrest, staring up at her dark window.

She was always too good for him.

He knew it. She knew it. Everyone knew it.

But she stayed. For years, she stayed.

And now she’s gone.

The rain pounds against the roof of the car, steady and unrelenting. He shuts his eyes, but all he sees is her—her face the last time he saw her, the way her voice broke when she told him she was done, the way she didn’t turn around when she walked away.

And for the first time since she left, he thinks maybe this really is it.

Maybe she’s not coming back this time.

And he has no one to blame but himself.

Matt doesn’t know how long he sits there, parked in the rain like an idiot, staring up at a window that hasn’t been his for a long time. Maybe it never was. Maybe he only ever borrowed pieces of her, took what she gave and stretched it thin, never realizing that one day, she’d stop giving.

His head is heavy, exhaustion sinking into his bones, but he doesn’t move. The car idles beneath him, engine humming low, the heat from the vents making the air thick and suffocating. He feels like he’s drowning in it—this feeling, this fucking loss.

Because that’s what it is, isn’t it?

A loss.

Not an argument, not a fight they can come back from.

He’s lost her.

For real this time.

The thought makes his stomach twist, something ugly and unfamiliar clawing at his insides. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like the weight of it pressing against his chest, the way it makes his throat tighten like he can’t get enough air. He’s never been the type to wallow. Never been the type to sit around feeling sorry for himself. If someone leaves, they leave. He moves on. Simple as that.

But it’s not that simple. Not with her.

She just disappeared.

Cut him out of her life like a cancer, like he was something she had to remove to survive. And maybe he was. Maybe that’s the part that fucks him up the most—knowing she’s probably better off without him.

The rain keeps coming, relentless and punishing, hammering against the roof of his car like it’s trying to wake him the fuck up. But he doesn’t want to wake up. He doesn’t want to face the fact that he fucked up something real, something that he never should’ve had in the first place.

His hand twitches toward his phone, muscle memory at this point. He scrolls down to her name without thinking, her contact still saved the same way it always was—just her first name, nothing extra. She was never the type for stupid nicknames, never the type to call him anything but Matt, voice always steady, sure.

There are already too many unread messages sitting there, staring back at him like evidence of his own downfall.

Where are you?

This is fucking stupid. Just talk to me.

Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want.

You win. Happy?

I don’t even know why I’m texting you.

You’re really not coming back this time, huh?

Nothing.

Weeks of nothing.

He doesn’t even know why he’s still trying. Why he cares.

He exhales sharply, throwing his phone onto the passenger seat like it burned him. His head falls back against the headrest, jaw tight, fingers curling into fists in his lap.

This is what she wanted, right? This is what she’s been trying to do for years—leave him. She just never went through with it. Always came back, always let him pull her close again, even when she knew she shouldn’t.

She should’ve left a long time ago.

He knows that.

But fuck, that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

His foot slams against the gas pedal before he even realizes what he’s doing, the car lurching forward, tires splashing through puddles as he pulls away from her street too fast, too reckless. He needs to move, needs to do something, because sitting there, staring at an empty window like a fucking ghost, is making him lose his mind.

He doesn’t even know where he’s going.

His hands move on their own, steering him through the city, past places he never really thought about until now. The bar where they had their first fight, where she threw her drink in his face and stormed out, only for him to find her sitting on the curb twenty minutes later, smoking a cigarette with shaking hands. He remembers the way she looked up at him, mascara smudged, mouth curled into something bitter when she said, You really bring out the worst in me, Matt.

The corner store where she always made him stop, even when it was freezing outside, just so she could grab those stupid peach rings she liked so much. He hated them. Said they tasted like chemicals, but she’d just laugh and shove one between his lips anyway, making a face when he begrudgingly chewed it.

The park she used to go to when she was upset, sitting on the swings for hours, her body curled in on itself, like if she just made herself small enough, the world wouldn’t touch her.

He checks.

It’s empty.

Of course it is.

She’s really gone. 

His fingers flex against the steering wheel, frustration bubbling up in his chest, mixing with something tender and aching that he doesn’t want to name.

He should let this go.

Should let her go.

But he can’t.

Not when she’s still everywhere.

Not when he still wakes up reaching for her, only to find cold sheets and a quiet that makes his skin itch.

Not when he still sees her face in the crowds, his heart kicking up like a fucking idiot every time he thinks—just for a second—that maybe, maybe she’s come back.

But she hasn’t.

And maybe she never will.

His throat feels tight again, his pulse pounding against his ribs as he pulls into his driveway, the house dark and empty. He doesn’t remember the last time he spent this much time alone. She was always there, even when she was pissed at him, even when they weren’t speaking. Just having her in the same space, existing in the same air, was enough.

Now, there’s nothing.

He shoves the door open, stepping inside, and it’s like walking into a fucking graveyard. The smell of her is gone, faded into the walls, nothing left but the vague memory of vanilla and smoke. The sweater she always stole from him isn’t draped over the back of the couch anymore. The empty mug she used to leave on the nightstand is gone. The small, quiet signs of her presence—the ones he never really paid attention to until now—have all vanished.

Like she was never here at all.

He runs a hand through his hair, fingers gripping at the roots, trying to ground himself, trying to push down the sick feeling creeping up his throat. He doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing anymore. Doesn’t know how to exist in his own space without her.

The weight of it—the finality—settles over him like a slow, creeping rot.

She’s gone.

And this time, she’s not coming back.

And for the first time in his life, Matt realizes—he doesn’t know how to live with that.

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[elliesglock]

FIRST OF YALL ARGUE LIKE A DAMN OLD MARRIED COUPLE and second of all CAN YALL QUIT??? okay sorry i needed to get my thoughts down immediately so this is gonna be a little jumbled

let me not SPEAK on the looks paige keeps giving azzi in this video. because that would be wildly offensive and disrespectful to jesus christ. he does not need to see the heart eyes and tomfoolery i just witnessed 😭. p licking her lips after azzi agrees that paige is the biggest trash talker on the court. like okay you want her to see how big it is WHATEVER P. i feel paige is always gonna be the one that wants to be seen as the protector and wants azzi to know she'll protect her or argue or be mean to whoever she needs to her to.

i like how p is so argumentative all the time but the second azzi is like idk it could be this paige immediately recounts what she said and is like yeah right princess ofc! not in this entire video cause they're literally arguing but after the who's most likely to crack a joke in the locker room question azzi is indecisive and can't think of an answer. so she says neither and even though paige holds up azzi (wildly untrue) she puts it down immediately. which is so telling cause p is always so ready to argue her case i jus find it funny she immediately does what princess says.

the who's messier debate, p you can't stop exposing urself i can't make this up 😭 p showing YET AGAIN she has a big problem w azzi always being sick because she can't resist kissing her and in turn gets sick as well. she has a personal trauma but she'll do it to kiss her girl. also paige's eyes not leaving her the entire time she's laughing and just cracking up w her. it's the little things for them fr aweee. ive always felt like azzi saying "don't gaslight me" is such the perfect girlfriend argument answer. like i'd say that to my gf when we argue fr. she's such the fem fr. "DONT gaslight me." she seems experienced i bet she uses that a lot. also azzi shushing her and she immediately does, idk if it was my friends and they sushed me id be even louder and arguing w them more. but p immediately pipes down?? like okay that's ur gf and u do exactly what she says alright!

it's a beautiful day i could really go out and frolick in a field of dandelions, MENACE PAIGE AND AZZI ARE BACK WE ARE SO BACK. azzi saying it's crazy that paige thinks she needs to go out with makeup? OMG??? SO GF OMGGNGKSJEJ. and paige getting a little smirk and smugness to her and saying, "cause i look good." i know she has the biggest head when azzi says ANYTHING nice to her 😭. also the way her voice drops and gets all flirty omg get a room. i think they legit forgot they were on camera for a second and decided to start flirting LIVE. it's so telling to me their facial expressions cause p's eyes immediately start getting lower and her smirk gets bigger. azzi really giving her those butterflies QUICK. and the way p gets softer and just seems all around more sensual LORD HAVE MERCYYYY. i mean me too if azzi was shocked i thought i needed makeup to go out. i think what really blows me is azzi's expression. she gets this dopey little blushy smile and seems a little shy after realizing what she said aweeee. her cheeks get red too. damn if you're gf don't have u still blushing after 8 years just throw it away. they are sooooo flirty and blushy around each other still. the awkwardness afterwards like they had to lock back in and everybody was shocked they were that open? shit me too i had to pause the video fr 😭.

p loves to be petty and passive aggressively bring up pet peeves about azzi in these kinda videos. probably cause they on camera and azzi can't bicker w her. but the two constants, paige dislikes how azzi is offline and how she is always sick. i think p doesn't like if azzi doesn't answer her and she'd be the type to send azzi's name like 20 times to get through to her ummmm lesbian. i'll expand on this further in a second.

i would like to say a few times in this interview they give themselves away and say "us" or "last time we had movie night" or "when we were together last night." it's giving VERY couple. they probably are slipping up but i don't think they gaf 😭. it's like when you have a couple in ur friend group and they say yeah during our last movie night. just feels domestic and like they're secretly hinting at their dates. also "how do i look like this" is CRAZY AZZI. i don't know if she was asking me how do i look or asking paige how do i look this good? paige's answer to both would've been "amazing baby just so gorgeous." also the fact azzi won't put it on paige's life like. obv it's not that serious if they were friends but paige knows azzi won't agree to it because it's DEEPER than that to them. nobody's swearing on their gfs life when they're lying and paige knows that and uses it to her advantage. sigh. paige saying she styles azzi like girl we know she's your little doll and you probably spin her around and take fit checks w your camera to smile and cheese at later.

paige admitting AZZI STEALS HER CLOTHES NOBODY FUCKING MOVE. we been knew but thank god it's like music to my ears hearing them admit it. paige also complaining like she doesn't offer all her clothes up, she's probably throwing extra layers on azzi when she's cold cause she doesn't want her baby to get sick. i need to lay down. also the way they're arguing is giving your friends that are couples are bickering and asking for your opinion and keep interrupting each other to get their point across, am i the only one 😭 i feel like im stuck in the middle of them trying to settle an argument LOLOLOL i know kayla's tired. paige not even fighting back when azzi says she looks better in paige's clothes. if that was my friend IMMEDIATELY we have to get down cause wym?? but paige is so whipped she literally just nods her head like yes my baby looks so good in all my clothes. probably cause she's so possessive she doesn't mind azzi stealing her clothes because her girl IS WEARING HER CLOTHES. for everyone to see. she loves to stake a claim goddamn.

okay now i'm resurfacing the argument early that paige hates when azzi doesn't respond. when asked about who takes longer to answer paige immediately gets this annoyed tone and says "OH....MY GOSH" and holds up azzi's sign. first of all she's sassy asf. second of all i know she's soooo tired of it because to be that annoyed that fast. paige is so fucking clingy and i know when azzi doesn't respond immediately to her ipad kid texts it drives her UP THE WALL. and it gives paige is like i literally have dnd on for everyone and don't want to talk to anyone but you and you're not responding? i guess it's fuck me. i know she sends that ten times a day. also she gives she would text azzi after she hasn't answered a while and say, "oh what position she got you in?" "feel good?" "is she as good as me?" HER POSSESSIVE ASS. anyways that's what it gave.

also azzi i'm so sorry paige taught u how to dougie you gotta rebuke that and not be whipped she tryna pass down her stiff hips 💔💔💔

alright that's all i got im a mess rn....thank you for reading love ya 🥰

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

idk man i have seen a lot of speculation about Illario being a better candidate for First Talon rather than Lucanis, how he wanted it more/would be better at it etc, that maybe it was just Caterina projecting her desires for her favorite daughter onto that daughter's son...

but honestly I get it. like in game we see that when he DIDN'T get what he wanted, Illario made some huge power moves (arranging the death of his only rival, allying with the Venatori, kidnapping Caterina, sacrificing Treviso's independence) despite the major consequences that came with them (losing his only "brother", giving another organization an in/power over the Crows, kidnapping fucking CATERINA, giving the gods/Venatori a stronger foothold in Antiva). We don't actually know why he wanted the title or what his plans would be as First Talon--was he really gonna be content to just be named as in charge? Or was he gonna wanna make further big moves and leave his mark, or go for an even greater degree of power? We don't get that answer in game, but I really don't think his ambition would just stop. In part because I do think his desire for the role was tied up in just wanting Caterina's approval as the "lesser" Dellamorte, and so he WOULD probably keep putting more and bigger things at risk as he fails to find satisfaction in the title alone. He has the potential to not only throw their House into chaos, but the entire Crow organization, which is so ingrained with Antiva that this could shake the very foundations of the nation itself.

Even if we look at it as "Illario is more like Caterina so she should prefer him", i mean, Caterina got almost her entire house slaughtered. She failed, actually, at being a great Talon to her own house because her family ended up almost entirely dead. While I'm sure there's non-related members of the house (at the very least, trusted staff for the Dellamorte estates, contract negotiators, the people in charge of payroll, etc), and possibly even other assassins (orphans or whoever), they make it really clear in the game + wigmaker job that the only two left besides her who matter are Lucanis and Illario.

So if we take the traits the traits he shares with Caterina, that would make Illario more suited to it than Lucanis--he wants the title, he likes being in charge, he desires more power and is willing to compromise other people's wellbeing to get it--well that all already didn't work once. Caterina got a rough awakening for her actions and reputation, but Illario has--what, exactly, to reign him in? He already tried to get rid of his own biggest emotional liability, with hiring Zara to kill Lucanis. He already kidnapped and imprisoned grandma, and was working on a deal to sell out the city. What's left to shake some sense into him after that? If she picks him, is she just letting history repeat, ensuring the few left die and House Dellamorte itself falls to pieces, to be lost to history?

I do think it's telling that it's after seeing how badly all Illario's schemes went down that Caterina makes her choice and officially passes on the title to Lucanis. As far as we know, she never actually said who she wanted for the role--only that there were rumors she favored Lucanis over Illario, from the one line in the Wigmaker Job. We only know Illario believes it, not if it was true. So I think it's very possible she was hesitating in part because she really hadn't decided.

One grandson craves power too much, the other not enough. One has the social skills and charm to get people to do what he wants, but uses it for personal gain--while the other is so closed-off and unwilling to form connections he has no one he trusts outside the family. Neither of them are good choices, pre-Veilguard, and so she doesn't name either heir and puts the problem off for later--and it's in this way, funnily, that Lucanis takes after her more, with his allergy to planning ahead/making choices.

And finally the choice DOES make itself for her: when left to what fate brings for them, Illario's coup falls apart and despite all his charm he's left with "allies" who are just waiting to stab him in the back themselves. Meanwhile, Lucanis has somehow managed to break out of his shell, has new companions he trusts who are shown to support him, and he has lost some of his paralyzing fear of taking action on his own. He finally IS the clearly better choice in this moment--even if he doesn't actually want it still. I do truly think despite his hesitations, with how he grows over Veilguard, he wouldn't actually be bad at the job with some time to adjust. So while I certainly have my share of criticisms of the writing/spaces in Lucanis' personal quests, and just how cartoonishly villainous the game makes Illario to be, I don't think it's unrealistic that this is the moment when Caterina passes on the mantle of First Talon.

And I think Illario is a more interesting character when we keep in his desperation for power and approval, and where this could eventually lead post-Veilguard as well. Even if Lucanis decides "actually I am not subjecting myself to this" and promotes Illario in his place, is getting the title secondhand as a cast off really going to be satisfying to him? Even if he gets friends and his brother or even a lover afterward, how many times is it going to take before he believes it's real and not just something else he's going to have snatched away? For me personally I think the really interesting potential here is less in Fixing Him and more about just how many times he can bite the hands trying to feed him in a row. He's a very messy character and that's the part that's juciest to me.

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

i love you, i’m sorry

── hockey player!rafe x fem!singer!reader

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yn.sings new year new me! jehdjssjfjajd jk anyways might release a song tomorrow idk tho

sarah.cam just did the presave link from your stories 😙 miss you so much!

↳ yn.sings ugh my baby i miss you!! thank you 💕

johnb let’s goooooo 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 and to think i’ve known you since you were asking for help putting your songs on cd’s so you could send them to record labels 😭

↳ yn.sings stop i will cry right now!!!!

jjmaybank that’s my girl! heard the song yesterday, fucking incredible. proud of you ❤️

↳ yn.sings thank you j ❤️❤️

↳ heywardpope wait why did HE get to hear the song 🤨

↳ jjmaybank what’s with the HE?

↳ kiecarrera yeah why did HE 🤨🤨🤨

↳ jjmaybank i have a simple answer, its obviously because she loves me more than both of you 🤷🏼‍♂️

↳ yn.sings stfu j you’re gonna get me in trouble jdenzjssndjdjs but really guys it’s because he asked me to send him whatever i’m releasing next. i don’t ever wanna just shove my music in your faces so i only send stuff if you ask

↳ jjmaybank no, it’s definitely what i said.

↳ sarah.cam baby idc, i want your music to punch me in the heart every single time.

↳ johnb same here tbh.

↳ yn.sings hehehe okay i’ll send it to you guys now!

user1 who are all of those people she’s replying to and why am i not one 😭😭😭

↳ yn.hq friends from back home. if you watch her stories, they always post when they’re together. well yn.sings does. her friends are all private accounts so idk about them. and before you ask, no her and jjmaybank are not dating. they’ve been best friends since they were 8.

↳ user1 ahh, gotcha. thanks!

↳ yn.sings oh god you’ve summoned him

↳ jjmaybank yeah we’re not dating because she rejected me ✊🏻😔

↳ yn.sings jackson im gonna kill you shdhdksndj

↳ jjmaybank first name and a threat, kinky 😛

↳ jjmaybank wait fuck i got the notification put me back on close friends hahdbdhd

itsmekelce snippet you sent sounds good! 🎧

↳ yn.sings thank you kelc!

↳ kiecarrera umm 🤨

taylorswift such a good song! you should probably, idk, perform it for like a lot of people 🤭

↳ yn.sings the fact that you know who i am is still insane even 2+ years later. thank you!! also, you’re right i totally should 🤭🤭🤭

↳ user2 wait!!!! what the fuck does this mean can a swiftie decode this secret message thanks

↳ user3 taylor’s rumored to be going on tour, but we don’t know when. maybe yn.sings is the opening act?

↳ user4 would taylor use her? she’s kind of already a big artist.

↳ user3 true but opening for taylor especially if it’s for the whole tour, would for sure be a huge step in her career.

↳ user5 i will kick a child out of the way to see that concert.

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[peanutjinan]

One thing I love about Veinfei is how much it subverted my expectations.

Before Yingdu eps 3 and 4, the initial vibes one might have gotten from them was that they would have a very unhealthy power dynamic and a toxic/exploitative relationship where Vein puts on a facade and manipulates and uses a naive Xia Fei.

But what we actually got was so extremely refreshing.

And while there is the power dynamic of boss/employee, Xia Fei never seems afraid or reluctant to speak his mind (and Vein seems to appreciate this about him, considering what he said to LX). Vein also doesn't really put on a facade, he doesn't hide how weird he is. And XF just accepts him as he is - even if he sometimes seems to be annoyed at Vein scaring off other people. 😅

And while XF does seem to have an idealised view of Vein, this doesn't seem to stem from any sort of manipulation (and I don't believe that the guy telling people that they look tasty during job interviews is some kind of master manipulator, tbh).

Vein also never approached XF with an ulterior motive, he just likes him and finds him "fun" (This was confirmed in an interview).

Idk, I just find this such a nice subversion of expectations so far from what we know of their dynamic right now.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

i loved that you talked about each dick in great detail and i won't judge u cuz i constantly wonder about rockstars & their dicks. THEY HAD GROUPIES AND I WANTED SO FUCKWING BAD THAT ONE OF THEM TALKED ABOUT HOW BIG THEY ARE OR WHAT THEY DO DURING SEX. LIKE, DO THEY HAVE SOME WEIRD ASS KINK???? WHAT DO THEY DO??? ughhhhhwgsusgahs.

But i'm going to talk about my theories on the size of Guns N Roses members dicks. I'LL START WITH DUFF BECAUSE U SAID HE MUST BE BIG but i always thought about him being like, a little below average(?) HEAR ME OUT. i read on some fucked up website that said that normally men who are taller can have small dicks and that stuck with me. Obviously not all tall men have small dicks, but I've seen dicks from guys who are tall and they're kind of small. so i think maybe it's about 4/5 centimeters. i believe his dick is SLIGHTLY thin, with a very thick tip, you know?

About Axl, I agree with you, he must be about 3 or 5 centimeters but I think his dick is slightly thin but veiny asf. Like, his dick isn't thinner than Duff's but it's not less, I think he would be a little more thicker than Duff's dick. (I also think he's very sensitive, like, just a small touch on his dick, it doesn't matter if it's not on the tip, would make him completely sensitive.)

AND I'M SORRY, BUT I THINK THAT SLASH IS KIND OF SMALL TOO. I think he has 5 centimeters but he makes up for it because he must have a thick & veiny dick. (Nothing to do with size, but I wanted to say that his tip probably turn into a deep shade of red when he's very horny.) I also imagine his dick must be hidden in his pubic hair. NOT THAT IT'S A BAD THING, I love Slash and would love to suck his dick JUST GIVE ME ONE CHANCE AAAAAAWHWHWGWOWVOWBAA.

Now Izzy, i believe he is a little bigger. Like, i imagine it being about 6/7 centimeters, for some reason. His dick must be really thin and his tip too. I EVEN IMAGINE HIS DICK IS A KIND OF CROOKED(IDK WHICH WORD TO USE OK BEAR WITH ME I'M NOT A ENGLISH SPEAKER) TO THE RIGHT OR LEFT LMAO

NOW WE ARRIVED AT MY DEAR AND LOVED STEVEN. he must have a good 5 centimeters, just like Slash. HOWEVER, IT MUST BE THICK. AND LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY THICK BECAUSE I THINK IT MUST BE THICKER THAN SLASH'S COCK. He also probably has a lot of pubic hair (have you ever seen Steven's chest? It's covered in hair yummy yummy 🤤🤤) BUT I THINK BECAUSE HE'S "SMALL", HE USES HIS FINGERS SO HE CAN MAKE THE PERSON WHO HE'S FUCKING, COME FASTER.

I'M SORRY IF I SOUND LIKE A WEIRD ASS ANON, BUT I ALWAYS THINK ABOUT IT. If I was a groupie in the 80s I would have DROWNED ON THEIR DICKS. ugh life's so unfair I'm gonna really roll on the floor and cry for 30 minutes.

I meant to respond to this so much sooner but never got around to it and then I thought I deleted it by accident but didn't apparently

I will leave this here now but I will say, I think you meant inches instead of centimetres? You said English wasn't your first language so understandable but five centimetres is only two inches, your English is great but just that little thing and I will leave this here for my gooners to read and analyze

[3liza]

Really curious about your experience taking and deciding to take finasteride. I’m transmasc and I’ve got diffuse thinning from autoimmune/ autoimmune meds/ low dose testosterone, and would actually really love to have less body hair. I wonder how you balanced the possible side effects given that there’s a huge contingent saying anything from “I took it for 2 weeks and now have debilitating brain fog” to “I took it for a year and my dick shriveled up but I kept taking it and now my dick is stuck like this” etc.

long post

i'm not on T at the moment, the only hormone im taking is 5mg progestin/day for menstrual suppression, so idk how helpful my information will be. but here it is anyway

im taking 1mg a day finasteride, sometimes forgetting to take it, and i got mine from AllDayChemist. tthe effects i've noticed are first, that my nails are now growing annoyingly fast, but unfortunately they dont seem very strong so i have to cut or file them every couple days. this seems promising because as recently as a couple years ago i was still growing genetically long, strong nails just like my mom and my nail decline over the past couple years seems to suggest some sort of problem with them.

as for hair, i already have very long hair, and it's properly spiral curly, so determining exactly how much longer it has gotten in a period of time can be tricky, but i THINK it is also growing faster. when it's wet in the shower is when i can see where it is reaching relative to my back/hips, and it seems like it has grown back down to my tailbone very quickly since the last trim. I also see a lot of baby hairs around the observable areas on my hairline, and my widow's peak (which has always been very defined even when i was a kid, it's not a pattern baldness widow's peak) has a handful of what look like new hairs that are the appropriate length to have started growing since i started finasteride. also, and this is the biggest relief, when i brush my hair i am shedding a LOT less. like maybe 20-30% of the hair that i used to lose in my hairbrush is there now. i initially started this finasteride experiment because my shedding was getting so bad and i was noticing significant volume loss, so only seeing a fraction of the hairball size in my hairbrush as i used to is really great

naturally i neglected to take any "before" photos because im just not that organized, so my data sucks.

as for other effects.....i really havent noticed any at all. my brain fog is bad all day everyday at my baseline, so it's possible that anything finasteride is contributing is just being lost in the background noise. however, on the other hand, the obsessive self-monitoring of the sick person may also mean im in a good position to notice that kind of thing. i dont know.

i think my eyelashes are being affected positively. i forgot to take finasteride for about three days last week and noticed that i lost about six eyelashes that day, so i think they were finasteride lashes but who knows.

as for feminizing effects, like i said, i usually pluck my beard hairs (im fem-presenting rn) on about a monthly basis, and i have about four or five of them on my chin, and a peach fuzz mustache with five or six darker hairs that i shave or pluck sometimes too. since starting finasteride most of the beard hairs just havent grown in. i haven't noticed any breast tenderness or body feminization, i think i look about the same naked as i always do, so i dont think im getting any body fat redistribution either. i havent noticed any sexual effects either but i'm in a semi-asexual period at the moment anyway so im not sure how much i would notice finasteride changing that stuff anyway.

i think the online drug effects anecdotes are a valuable source of data, but that the data is generally low quality. the people reporting on what they think are side effects are extremely impressionable and also suck at noticing confounding factors, and stuff that's very personal and very psychological like erectile dysfunction are basically impossible to get good data for outside of a lab. it's one of the most vulnerable factors to placebo/nocebo effects, and erectile function declines with age anyway at about the same time people start taking finasteride, so i just dont think reddit posts are trustworthy on this topic. someone could easily have turned 35, started taking finasteride because they were losing enough hair for it to bother them (normal at that age), and then also started experiencing age-related erection decline at the same time for reasons unrelated to finasteride, and just done the human thing of associating the two unrelated events. on the other hand hormones are weird and theres every reason to expect an exogenous drug thats doing stuff to your "masculine" endogenous hormones could affect your penits. its not unrealistic at all.

drug companies bend over backwards to hide side effects that only come to light many years after a large general population is exposed to a drug. so i dont think you can discount this stuff either. i just tend to assume most of the reddit side effects are partially bad data and partially exaggerated, even as i take them seriously.

in conclusion hormones are truly weird and have unpredictable effects. i think it's probably not the case that trialing a low dose of finasteride for a few months would permanently damage you, but i cant state that with certainty because idk,. shit happens and there are edge cases for everything.

edit: i just remembered i used an epilator on my legs around the same time i started taking it. i dont have a lot of body hair normally so idk how good this data is, but i THINK my leg hair has been growing back less, and thinner, than it was before i yanked em all out. kind of hard to tell since epilators usually cause really bad ingrowns on me, i dont really have the right hair texture to be using one in the frist place. but this epilation growback SEEMS less hairy than it usually is.

[miwiheroes]

For those having Byler doubt just remember that during the rink-o-mania fight Will was the one trying to redirect the conversation back to friendship. While Mike was the one perceiving everything Will said as romantic. You don’t write an unrequited love story like that. Plain and simple. If it’s truly one sided you don’t have the other side —Mike— be the one finding all the romantic undertones in everything Will is saying to him and poking and prodding at it to find if there’s maybe (just maybe) something there. You don’t have him getting all defensive and flustered and shutting down something that only got brought to the surface because he brought it there. If it’s truly one sided it would stay that way. Period.

LITERALLYYYY like i find it really interesting that they made him the one confirmed to be in love with mike - this was likely because will seems to act like all he wants is to be best friends with mike no matter what, so it would be hard to determine whether he's in love with mike without clear confirmation from other scenes.

they reallyyyy don't write unrequited love like that, usually with unrequited love, they have the person on the love side (will in this case) be completely hopeful, but in this case, all will wants is to be mike's friend even if that means hiding his feelings and being sad forever.

idk if i worded this correctly haha bc im busy rn woops