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[whoatemyshoe]

Rina Sawayama 'Hold The Girl Tour: Reloaded' set at Glastonbury Festival (2023)

Hold The Girl | Akasaka Sad | STFU! | Beg For You | Comme Des Garçons | XS | This Hell

[iiiiiiis-things]

"But you're the only one that's holding me down!"

pairing- bsf!satoru x reader

cw- igs angst idk i js needed plot to build up, fluff, highschool toru

analysis- your ex leaves you & satoru gets stood up

a/n- HEY PEOPLES i just wanna thank you for all the support and love yall are giving me im close to 1k and i wanna do a special so ill be having a poll posted soon, also this story was heavily influenced by strangers things season 2 when nancy was dancing with dustin !

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"are you fucking shitting me ?" your stern voice could be heard by your ex, who was standing in front of you dancing with another girl but quickly removed her away from him the second he saw your face. "is this what you meant by be right back? to go blow me off with this bitch?" you point to the girl he was dancing with, completely shocked because not to be rude but you knew your self worth and this was just down right disrespectful. "baby i swear she's just a friend-" you tune him out making an overly dramatic eye roll as you feel your eyes began to water, honestly you didn't even know why exactly this little situation had you threatening to spill tears.

your ex was embarrassing you nothing new before- this was the same routine, the same cycle, and he had the same excuse every. single. time. you wanted to quite literally punch yourself in the face for falling for it yet again.

There was something in your gut telling you going to the snowball with your ex would have horrible results, yet you ignored your female intuition and went anyways, now you stood here looking so idiotically stupid in front of everyone as your confront this piece of shit. honestly ? you weren't even close to being as upset as you were embarrassed. hell the only reason you found out what he was doing on his "bathroom break" was because your friend pointed him out with a "uh girl- ain't that yo man?"

"bottom line is- you mean more to me than she does" is he serious ?.. "oh so she means something to you? just not as much as me right" the girl look so uncomfortable in this situation she began to remove herself from the middle of you two "little word of advice sweetheart, don't date him in the future, he's just looking to get his dick wet."

"wha- no what are you- why are you putting words in my mouth?! you know what are being such a bitch about this! jesus y/n you're always blowing things way out of proportion it's why i can't stay in a damn relationship with you ! and i try so hard to be nice but it's like you latch on to me like a fucking leech, just admit it without me you would be nothing! you had no one before me, no one loved you until I came along. your so god damn annoying seriously." staring in absolute disbelief and your eyes are so hot as people were now looking his way wondering what was going on and why his voice was growing louder and louder by the minute.

"let me tell you something you sick fuck. I am my own person and i do not need a little boy who's insecure about his penis size to contradict me about me and my life, you may have gotten me to come out of my shell but you didn't make shit, you are not my father nor my mother so you have absolutely no right to speak to me the way you're doing right now. I am a growing woman with my own liberties and ideals and if you didn't see that before, then that says a lot about the way you view me." hot tears are not streaming down your face as you make your way back to the table you were sitting at. you had made sure to keep your voice down so you wouldn't attract a crowd because lord knows all hell would've broken lose.

you sat at the table trying to dry your tears as a wave of nausea comes over you, feeling upset about everything that just happened as his words relayed in your head 'no one loved you' no. he was wrong so utterly wrong, you had friends, great ones in fact, you even had a best friend the one who stuck by your side through thick and thin.

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"shit" satoru cursed out as he realized he was crying, he was currently sitting behind the flimsy decorations the at covered the bleachers, alone and out of sight form everyone who could see how pathetic he looked right now.

crying over a female.

satoru honestly didn't even know why exactly this little situation had him crying, he had been showed up. nothing new before- girls who flirt with him for his wealth and ditch as soon as the connections start. of course he was used to it, sad but true. he came to the conclusion of it wasn't the girl herself that he was crying over. it was his inability to find love. most people would laugh when if they hear that satoru was true a lover boy, especially with his reputation for moving into different relationships faster than a virgin boy cumming for the first time.

in fact he had been in more flings you can count on your fingers just this semester. but it wasn't on purpose it's not like his goal was to become a pass around. it just sorta happened...

satoru was more upset than he had realized. thoughts running around his head about how unlucky his love life was. He sat on the bleachers, on the last day and most important moment of the first semester of his senior year, crying and alone.

it was so unfair, he had come here with a group of friends and though they didn't come with dates it sure as hell looked like they were leaving with one, suguru and shoko didn't even have a plus one but in the mist of waiting with satoru on his, they had both picked up someone to dance with. which was fine, he couldn't bring himself to be envy of his friends love life. hell even his best friend who stuck by his side through thick and thin was probably around the gymnasium somewhere slow dancing with her-

"hey." satoru immediately wipes his face as he hears your voice. "uh hey, what's up?" he looks up at you hoping you wouldn't notice his red and puffy eyes, but you were his best friend so of course you did.

"are you okay?" walking over to the bleachers you sit a couple feet away from him "yeah, heh why wouldn't i be?" he said with a little sniffle "oh well- this is just an observation but maybe it has something to do with the fact that you're crying... and alone" shit you had noticed, satoru did not like the feeling swarming inside his tummy he felt self-conscious. he didn't want to look so vulnerable infront of you

"well- technically i'm not alone, you're here" he looks up at you giving his infamous cocky smile that you've grown the love you can't help but giggle at his antics "what's funny?" "you" you catch yourself smiling a little to hard at him which causes you to clear your throat and switch the topic of the conversation. "so uh- where's your date?" looking off to the side his smile faded as soon as it came "i don't know if i should tell you, it's pretty lame" he spreads his legs further slouching down as he picks at his fingernails in the middle of his lap.

"satoru i've been your friend since middle school... i've seen your emo phase" his eyes shoot open as he looks over at you in horror "oh my god! you remember that?" a pink hue dusted his cheeks as he remembers the sight of that god awful side part and horrible black eye liner (sorry nanami) "of course i do" you let out with a laugh gojo leans his head back and groan bringing his hands up to cover his face out of embarrassment. laughing once more you decide to scoot in closer, now sitting right next to him, opposite to the few feet when you were away from him. "so?"

"i've been stood up" his eyes falls into his lap not having the guts to see your face of empathy right now. "if it makes you feel better" you lean back and stretch your arms out on the row behind you eyes having the same fate as his "my ex ditched me for someone else then proceeded to call me annoying" gojo felt his heart squeeze as he looked up to see the waterline of your eyes activate "he's a piece of shit, seriously i don't even know why you keep going back to him" redness around his eyes slowly faded and started to fill with anger as he talked about your ex "it's cause- i just- i just want to be loved by someone who truly wants me for me and every time he walks into my life it's usually at one of my lowest points and i just fall right for it!" your best friend watched intensely as he took in every word you were saying as you began to pour your heart out to him all the while in his head agreeing with you since all he wanted was to be loved.

"i mean its so hard to find someone in this generation who truly cares about me, it's like im" you lean forward and put your face in you palms eyebrows furrowed as you let your frustrations out

"doomed for love"

the two of you make eye contact shocked that the same words fell from both of your lips "i get you in so many ways you wouldn't even understand." a comfortable silence fills the air around you for a moment until he broke it (fucking blabbermouth) "for the record, i don't think your annoying, and-" mumbling the last part you look over in confusion "what did you say?" the blush began to creep back up his neck as he looks to the side "i said-" he voice went inaudible once again "toru i can't hear you" "i said you look beautiful tonight!" he suddenly shouted, turning back around to look you in your eyes, the two of you just looked at eachother not knowing what to say next "well thank you, i think that you look very handsome" you scootch over more and lean you head on to his shoulder

at first satoru tenses up not sure what to do but as time went on he relaxes, slowly bringing a hand around to your waist to pull you in even closer into a nice side hug as the two of you watch the other people have fun on the dance floor "jesus, suguru can not dance" letting out a sigh satoru puts his head down embarrassed for his friend who was currently making a damn fool of himself infront of his date you giggle looking around the gymnasium spotting your closet girl friend "if you think he's bad look at shoko" you sit up and he follows suit only for his jaw to drop at the her cruel dance moves "what about-"

"utahime" in unison the two of you burst into laughter as you seemingly spot her at the same time, she was moving her hips so off beat that it was unusual, but hey at least she was happy. after the fit of giggles you return back into the position before "you know, we shouldn't even have come to this thing in the first place- it's so corny i mean cmon, what's next there gonna play a thousand years by christina pe-"

"heart beats fast"

"oh you've gotta be shitting me" you cackle at the perfect timing of his crude joke as he leans back once more. you take it upon your self to get up and stick your hand out in front of him "y-you wanna dance?" rolling your eyes you snatch him up by his blazer dragging him to the make shift dance floor "uh, i'm not sure if i-" "relax you got this, just like we practiced" right. how could he forget that the two of you practice slow dancing together (it was his idea since he didn't want to embarrass himself) just the night before.

you stretch you arms out behind him, caressing where his smooth skin and the fluffiness tuffs of his hair connected as he wrapped his arms around your mid back the two of you smoothly swayed from side to side looking into at another with a smile. "hey let's try something" satoru says he then adjust your hands on him for a more comfortable position and soon enough he's leading the way as the two of you dance together laughing at the little stumbles here and there "okay you ready?" "yeah" just then satoru spins you around so lightly you would think that he thinks you're made of glass, fragile. everthing is in slow motion and you don't catch it, but your best friend looks at you with love filling his eyes. you looked so beautiful. your pink dress illuminating under the fairy lights that hung around. gojo satoru had never seen such beauty in his life. he begins to think how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life. after the spin is over he brings you into a hug one hand wrapped its long arm around your back and the other pushes your head into his chest and he leans his neck down to give you a small kiss on your forehead. the hug catches you off guard by its firmness but you reciprocate nun the less.

"wanna go back to my place and watch a movie?"

[nocreativityfornames]

Hey, remember these chats? 👀

Like please, I can't tell you how much I love the idea that they actually followed up with this and ended up becoming one of the most popular channels in the whole Devildom.

Their channel name could be just "HoL" ( because House of Lamentation, y'know? )

I can imagine demons going to watch a video just for MC out of curiosity because of course, they're interested in seeing what the human living with the Seven Rulers of Hell is like ( or they're simply going for the brothers since they're pretty much celebrities in the Devildom and have many fans already ). But then they end up enjoying the content, MC's personality and dynamic with the brothers and become die-hard fans 🤭

And what this could bring to the Devildom? It would be amazing! Because think about it, demons would be tuning in, watching MC, and unconsciously becoming more tolerant and accepting of humans. Because although the Devildom consumes human media such as music, movies, anime, etc, they don't really have the chance to see what an actual human is like ( how they navigate ordinary situations, interact with others, their sense of humor, etc ) due to the fact that they have their own social media and streaming platforms with no humans in it. Because again, why would demons go through the trouble of having YouTube, Twitch, or IG when they have perfectly good demon content creators to follow and obsess over on their own demonic platforms?

And going back to the silly side of things, these idiots ( affectionately ) would make such good content. Like the brothers mention in the chats👆, there would be gaming content with Levi, ASMRs with Beel, beauty videos with Asmo, scandal worthy stories with Satan & Belphie, etc. And not to mention other series they could do, for example: pranking videos of the brothers messing with each other would be fucking hilarious, Beel's workout routine tutorials would bomb, MC, Mammon & Levi doing stupid challenges, Satan raging while roasting shit books, the angels and Solomon showing up as guests on multiple videos ( which would also help the audience grow more accepting of non-demons ), and videos with the whole crew together would be just the most chaotic shit ever. Like, look at the variety!

It's funny because I've always liked the idea of MC becoming a streamer/content creator on the Devildom ( there are multiple streamer!mc posts on my page ) but I didn't even remember these chats existed till I went to revisit the og game stuff.

Fucking amazing. Yes, I'd watch the shit out of that channel.

[joeynewgarden]

what kpop song do you associate with each of your favorite f1 driver(s)?

this is such a good question, thank you! here they are in the order in which i could remember their names. this is me outing myself as a ch*co and l*ndo supporter, sorry to whom my actions impact. i also linked all the songs!

lewis: imperfect love - seventeen. my fav song from my fav group. everything about this song makes me feel so warm and loved, yet like i could run through a wall? and i think that’s how lewis makes me feel honestly. like coming home after a rough day and your bestie saying “ok, now let’s run this 4 mile,” and bc it’s them, you find the strength to go. sometimes watching his ig story will piss me off bc it’s so motivating i will actually get up and go do the shit i need to get done and i hate it.

fav lyric: 까맣던 이 세상을, 행복하게 비춘 햇살, 밤 되면 별이 되어. the sunlight that happily illuminates this dark world, becomes a star when night comes

george: far - nct 127. george’s shonen anime arc fr. i feel like as he’s come into himself as both a person and a driver, he’s become more confident, and when he fully settles into being behind the wheel of a competent car (no shade to williams, my loves), he’ll be unstoppable. the hard percussion and the vocal line going the fuck off puts me in my “move out my way or be moved” zone and i feel like we’ll see more of that from george in the next few seasons. also i always think haechan and taeil’s part in the pre-chorus is “go off, go off, til we girlboss, girboss” even though that is very much not the lyrics but i think it fits george v well.

fav lyric: 나를 이끈 너머, oh-oh, 떠나 자유��게 가자 far away. going beyond what led me, oh-oh, departing freely, let's go far away

sebastian: habit - seventeen. my standing under the shower fully clothed, tears streaming down my face, 90s music video in the rain, punching the wall song. i’m gonna miss him and i play this song whenever i miss someone a lot or i made a particularly difficult goodbye. and i know i’m not the only one feeling this as we say “see ya later” to seb, and this is the one that immediately jumped into my mind when thinking about this question. i almost said campfire by isaac hong, but i decided that was too sad.

fav lyric: 그때처럼 널 감싸 안으며, 웃고 싶다고 네게 말하고 싶어. i want to embrace you like I did then, and tell you that I want to smile

lance: step back - GOT the beat. i might get hate for this, but again so does lance so maybe it works. just the most bad bitch, serving cunt, slightly problematic song i can think of, and it absolutely goes. matches his “dicks up when i walk in the party” energy. lance and me are besties for life and so if you have beef with him, you got beef with me. also he’s cooler than you and funnier. and his gf is hotter than your’s. also he’s an f1 driver. here’s to him making fernando’s life so miserable next year the man goes into retirement. permanently. fun fact: i was so obsessed with the choreo after watching smtown, i learned it in two hours the first time someone posted a clear shot of the dance.

fav lyric: Uh, 남자들 다 똑같아, 내가 뜨면 시선집중, 여기저기 flash 터져. boys are the same, all eyes on me when I appear, everywhere there's a flash

yuki: wishlist - txt. my one woman dance party song that makes me unreasonably happy. yuki’s honesty and lack of censorship is something i deeply admire about him, and this song is about someone getting so fed up with the person they love hiding their feelings that they’re just like “ok i’m done, tell me you like me now.” i feel like that fits yuki very well. i also associate yuki with txt. i think their youthful feel makes me think of him and my obsession with space/stars matches their star/multi-dimensional concept, and i feel the same about yuki. my little star that is way more than meets the eye.

fav lyric: 너란 별이 담긴 보석함이, 내 맘에 또 넘쳐서. a jewel box with a star called you inside, is overflowing in my heart

alex: i got a boy - snsd. i feel like i don’t have to explain myself. i really do got a boy and his name is alex albon.

fav lyric: i got a boy 멋진 i got a boy 착한, i got a boy handsome boy 내 맘 다 가져간. i got a boy a cool one, i got a boy a kind one, i got a boy handsome boy who took all my heart

mick: ooh ahh - twice: idk how to describe this but he really makes me feel like ooh ahh! i also like how this song is about not settling and knowing your worth, which i think is what mick did over this last season. the upbeat tone and the synth-pop moments make me feel like the teen i was when the song came out, and i always say mick has boyish charm to me, so i guess i just associate this song with him on vibes. the first race i ever watched was silverstone and watching him get his first points wooed me spectacularly.

fav lyric: 가짜 가짜 진심 없는 가짜, 잘 가 잘 가. fake, fake, empty-hearted fake. goodbye, good riddance

lando: blame me - monsta x. i did not want to like lando, i did not need to get attached to another mclaren driver, pato is enough, and a ton of people seemed to hate him. but that bugger weaseled his way into my heart and now he’s my little leopard gecko who i carry around the house with me. i’m the parent who said no dogs but then treats the dog better than their own child. the lyrics of this song match exactly.

fav lyric: if i’m falling, baby, don’t blame me

checo: lullaby (spanish version) - got7. everyone knows this is the superior version, just like checo is the superior red bull driver. one of the first things about him that made my heart soften a little was listening to him talk! i grew listening to mexican spanish primarily and was taught mexican spanish in hs, so his voice is very familiar and soothing to me. i think the song is really fun in general and the lyrics i think are pretty accurate to my experience of kinda giving up on not liking him, i was reeled in and i can’t really get away, but i don’t want to either. is this stockholm syndrome?

fav lyric: háblame dulce, es mágico, no me puedo escapar de ti. talk to me sweet, it’s magical, i can’t escape you.

charles: so bad - stayc. bc i do! i want him so bad, it’s sick! everything about him has bewitched me, body and soul! i call him my little mong mong (i saw someone call seungmin this on twt and i was like “oh my god, charles.”), bc he really is my little shining star, love of my life, sugar cookie. baby boy i will follow you to the ends of the earth, i adore you. he is such a fighter and i’m glad to see him stick up for himself more that the end of the season (should of been earlier), and i hope we can see him fight for the title next year. i will be rooting for him always. another alaysia fact: this mv came out on my birthday and i was hooked immediately, learned the dance the second the dance practice came out and i credit this song to being my bridge into kpop.

fav lyric: 정말야 I want you SO BAD, 난 니가 필요해 yeah. for real, i want you so bad, i need you, yeah

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Saturday, January 27th, 2024!

9:09am feeling good just wanted to check in!! Slept pretty well, got 9hrs! My body keeps naturally waking up around 6/7ish but it's like why am I waking up I feel like crap? It's like my body is randomly waking up in the middle of a sleep cycle. I wonder if I am having bad dreams and just not remembering them? I never remember any of my dreams ever, like maybe twice a year. Hmmm.

Positive note! I have off today and will be attempting to go to gasparilla! I say attempting bc it can definitely be anxiety inducing after what happened last year! It was rough. But I AM RECLAIMING GASPARILLA!! It is not his or my mom's to taint/ ruin/ or color in a negative or awkward light. It is my day to paint in positive, jovial, celebratory light! It's a pirate throwdown! We all know this is the type of event where people get too drunk and get angry and start pissing contests with each other, but it's hard to do that when you're with the best company (yourself!!) Just get buzzed, not sloppy drunk, and enjoy not being at work!! I really want to adopt this attitude for all of my time off lol.

Really, the only thing I would gain from bringing people to this event is like picture opportunities? Or a DD? But I don't even want to get drunk enough to need a DD so that's not the objective at all. Safety? Truly, I have never felt unsafe doing things alone (but surrounded by hundreds of ppl like come on). Someone to hold hands/ hug if they were a partner? ...... Awkward what if they're trying to bang on the Porto potty when all I wanna do is catch beads fr bc I could totally see some shit like that happening and pissing me off. I don't like having to coordinate my ideas/ timeline/ mindset with another person or people. Guys are horndogs and high-key suck ass, wanting to leave early, just to go home and do shit nothing and the same shit they do every other day!! Relationships and friendships are work and I have enough on my plate fr. All this to say, don't be sad you're going alone! Be happy that you're going! It's the same as any other giant thing you've been to! If you see someone you know, say hi and treat them how you would want to be treated! Ask if they're being safe, have they had any water, are they having a good time, and keep it light! Or you may see nobody you know and this is 100% more likely so just go with the flow! ❤️

10:08am oops haven't moved from the couch but that is ok :) I fucking love the positivity of Tumblr it's like literally endless stream of good advice and kindness like woah. SC is toxic AF, FB is a pretty bad wormhole, and reddit can be too much like seeing similar stories but almost never following through with solutions?? Tumblr at least seems like they know how to fix their issues lol this is probably a weird rant. Also glad I got rid of IG and TT I don't miss that weird shit. Very random rant over.

I think something I am having trouble with is that so many individual instances of my pain were just swept under the rug and forgotten about by everyone else? Nobody understands all the things that built up my resentment because to everyone else they just seem like unrelated events? Like what does his brother have to do with the dog have to do with all of the other things that constantly are brought up in my mind? They were all invasions of my privacy, inability to feel comfortable in my own apartment. It feels like a crime scene in here still sometimes, not all the time, but a lot of the time? My own apartment feels abused idk if that makes any sense like this apartment feels as resilient as I do, it's seen some weird shit. I love my cats if it wasn't for them, I would feel much worse.

10:37am I am having huge problems with unwanted thoughts they are incessant and from waking up to going to sleep. Going on tumblr is a good brain distraction but I want to just be able to sit with myself or drive or do mundane tasks without unwanted thoughts popping into my head?? What do I do fr.

10:52am ok wow I have had so much to write about recently. I have thought of a new strategy. When I have intrusive thoughts about her or him just say out loud to myself, that's something I would not do/like/ enjoy. That does not sound like anything I would do. And just distance myself from them.

I would never knowingly enter another woman's home. I would never send nudes to a man I know was in a relationship. I would never accept/save nudes from another person if I was in a relationship (and thank God I never have and can stand on that shit 🙏). I would never put myself in a position to traumatize another woman. I would never put myself in a position to make another woman question everything about herself. I would never put my partner in a position to compete with other people for my attention (if it is truly a serious, monogamous relationship). I would never cheat on my partner. Period, sis???

Y'all are the worst type of people and I really don't care how you guys redeem yourselves or justify your behavior. Y'all can keep that between you both. I don't want any part of people who act this way. This is my boundary and think it's a pretty damn good one. ❤️

12:05pm wearing a crop top with no bra and feeling extremely sexy. Also drinking a mimosa and feeling like a baddie. Damn if I ever feel sad or bad about myself literally just dressing sexier will help. I stg.

4:43pm I feel so sexy and promiscuous I could literally fuck anyone RN and it feels awesome I have so much power over my body and I'm in control. Leaving the parade, going to Ybor for free shots, will probably leave when it's dark (6ish?) But damn I feel amazing AF!!

6:10pm uuurg mad bc I have nobody to have sex with............... SIKE bitch just love yourself the way you want to be loved!!!! Finna play w my vibe and wear comfy clothing and eat leftovers bc that's how I want to be treated so might as well start by treating myself that way!!!! ❤️ It takes time, good things take time, what's the rush if I want it ten/ twenty/ thirty years from now?? ❤️❤️❤️

7:54pm if me setting boundaries is hostile... Oh fucking well you don't get the nice accommodating me anymore since you decided to cross all of my boundaries previously 🙄🙄🙄🙄 fuck you, at least I have it in writing that he doesn't want to take the cats so whatever I just don't want you to break my screen door either... Sincerely a woman living alone in 2024, a fear you will never fucking know..

[warriorend]

so here's the thing. on my computer i have a folder full of Shit From Highschool, ranging from sophomore year to senior year, & most of it is admittedly classwork & so it's very boring. however. my file naming conventions Have Not Changed.

woe

this one is 11 documents, maybe two of which are actual english assignments. the rest are stories. one of which is from junior high, actually, hold on a second,

this one is accurate, & is. now that i look at it. also from junior high. i had a computer class that had a typing teaching program & one of the options was just a freetyping box, & what i'd usually do is some exercises & then i'd go type shit in the free zone. & then i'd copy & paste it into a notepad before class ended. good times ig

these are named appropriately, i believe the titles were standardized for submission purposes, but. yknow. i feel like we spent close to 9 weeks on hamlet partially because of doing This (which isn't a complaint, i didn't mind it, i just. yknow. lot of analyzing)

same class. the first 3 were author/book reports, the fourth one was the final project for the aforementioned hamlet thing, which was. 10 pages of analysis. arguably not that much, but

yeah

yeah x2

stream of consciousness rough draft for the final hamlet essay. i did change the name before i turned it in, bc my teacher would have Killed me if i didn't, but

still haven't learned my lesson, i see

explains what my brain does at least once per day

idk it's a pixelly crop of a map idk what it's doing in here

i can't remember which one this was for but i do know what's in it, & "medical terms" is such a vague descriptor it's mostly useless. it's a list of word roots.

you see.

i believe it was an assignment given to us to do, not a De Facto Correct List, so if that (very small) section is incorrect. sorry. take it up with 17 year old me ig

my beloved dumbass wizard (<- affectionate)

incorrect they do (judging from the file, it was a book report i had pushed to last minute)

more of that fucking hamlet essay sorry

and now we enter into my personal hell born of hubris, which was that you don't need to give a google doc a title for it to save, it just gets saved as "untitled document" with a number after it if there's other untitled documents.

i'm bad at naming files.

i have tried to sort through these. usually i just pull out whichever one i'm after, rename it, and then fuck off again, because i don't have the time to sort through 90 odd unnamed documents.

in conclusion:

[heathernyb]

I read a post by one of my favorite follows on IG tonight , Mallory Ervin , and felt inspired to journal our love story too . You scroll Instagram and everyone seems to have these perfect sparkly love stories and I’m guilty of posting just the oh sooo good too . But our story hasn’t always been easy .

12 years ago I found myself sitting on the floor of my shower with tears streaming down my face begging God to show me where I was supposed to be . Single mom of 2 kids , no college degree , multiple failed relationships , no career , and honestly completely lost in every sense . I didn’t know who I was anymore . I had made horrible choices and I was at rock bottom as the result of those poor choices . I will never ever forget that day because I literally gave God every single ounce of myself . I left a relationship I knew I never even wanted to be in in the first place, I focused on my kids , spent more time with family , and within 2 weeks of that day on a Sunday afternoon my cousin came into my aunt and uncles house and told me she had just passed Eric on the road . She had me look him up on Facebook (I thought he was cute) so I finally got up the courage to send him a message . He had no idea who I was but my cousin had said he was single and just moved to Sheridan so he might be a good person to hang out with in my free time . He said sure , he loved friends , but didn’t want a relationship . He asked me to hang out and I pretended I was busy . Eventually we did hang out and became fast friends , even started dating a few months later . He also tried to break up with me but we got back together . 6 months later engaged , and a year later married . You know what though ? Marriage didn’t come easy for us in those early years . I still had a lot of shit I needed to deal with and I thought Eric was supposed to save me . It was a lot of pressure on him , not to mention he went from a bachelor to instant family of 4 pretty darn quickly . We had a LOT of growing pains . I’m pretty sure we even threw the D word around a time or 2 ! We stuck it out and a few years went by and I was ready for a baby . My husband said we weren’t . I was heart broken and again made some horrible choices . Through our pain we still chose each other along with a therapist and finally worked through our shit . Today we will tell you - had we not gone through that , we wouldn’t be as strong as we are today . We’ve now had 2 more babies and have a marriage that is healthy , happy , and full of love . We’ve learned to respect each other , listen to each other , work as a team , support each other , have each others backs , and we never ever say the D word even on the really hard days . I always say our love isn’t perfect but it’s soooo good because it is . But that good good love didn’t come without a lot of bumps and challenges . I’m just so thankful we never gave up.

I tell Eric all the time I hope things never change because I love him so much. Some days I’m not sure how I ended up with such a dang good guy but all I can say is it was Gods doing . It’s the only thing that makes sense . I was a hot mess so he knew I needed someone who had their shit together . Tonight I asked him to promise me he will never stop loving me like this + he promised me and I know his promises stay true . I guess my whole point of this is 1. God is good so trust Him and 2. Don’t give up on love because it might just find you after you pick yourself up off the bathroom floor and wipe the tears running down your face . I never in my wildest dreams thought I would have this life I’m blessed to have but here I am . Truly happy and more in love than ever . 💛

[baeshijima]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧

MASTERLIST

now, childe as a general streamer,,, he’s a whale in every sense of the word 

…

poggers—

so childe as a streamer in general would be one word ;

✨chaotic✨

he would definitely be a variety streamer, but more so for games !!

especially pvp and/or pve games

competitive meta mf—

probably plays LoL, overwatch, apex legends, valorant and minecraft

don’t question the minecraft 

he likes mining but has a personal vendetta against the creepers bc once they blew up his mansion 

yes, a mansion

ask any of his community and they’ll tell u he spent a full-blown month and a half playing just minecraft to build it, only for it to go down just like that ;-; 

his chat loved it tho <//3

he’s played honkai too !! mainly for the pve and grinding bc he’s a whale but uh,,, shhh

his community,,, his community are just a bunch of trolls at this point i cant even lie

they just KEKW, SADGE & COPIUM spam everything and the newer viewers get intimidated until they realise he deserves them all HJGKJHF

especially when he starts getting annoyed by the game,,, his reactions are too good to pass up on gn

typically when he does mario kart streams 👩‍🦯 that shit’s wild when it happens oh my

when he falls in rainbow road 🤡 

and especially bc he has his webcam on, his viewers just see him internally dying or wanting to scream

also gets passive aggressive 

shit talks everything and everyone when in that mood <//3

for what’s left of his dignity i won’t disclose what happens

definitely gets jebaited a lot too <//3 unfortunately he’s too easy for his chat ;-;

another mf with a massive community except he has a lot of friends (sorry not sorry albedo)

ppl have a love-hate relationship with him tbh; u either love him or hate him

no inbetween

unless u show ur love through bullying him then go off ig

his discord server, twt + yt are also really big too !! also verified on insta 

also !!

he has lots of plushies :(( esp whale plushies from his community bc he’s the biggest whale they know <//3

but if u look at his setup, there’s a mini whale plushie on the top of his main monitor (he has 3), one big one (like,,, up to his chin) behind him, a smol on the top of his chair so u can see it above his head, and just more off screen HKJSDHL

they asked for a room tour once and half of it was just whale plushies

the rest were LED lights + shelves of merch & gifts from his community !!

he even has some fanmail (actual wholesome ones that aren’t cursed) pinned on a board too 🥺

also has an ensuite—

when he was eating on stream one time, his chat was sent into an absolute outrage

u know why?

bc he was eating noodles with a fork

bby ;-;

so sometimes he’ll get sent those beginner chopsticks with the finger guides to help him 👩‍🦯

he’s actually made sure to eat with them on stream tho bc he was sent one with a narwhal on top and he thinks it’s cute JHGJKH

nOW ONTO THIS MAN BEING WHIPPED FOR U AS A GENSHIN STREAMER !!!!

herkekle

now, his (also) AR56 ass has been playing since genshin first came out

an og if u will

this man,,, he’s been in love with u even before the game’s official release 🐥

not only were u in the promotional art and trailers, but he was also one of the beta testers so he got to try out ur character first hand in the early stages !!

and when i say he fell hard for u,

i mean it 

when the game wasn’t released publicly yet, he wasn’t allowed to disclose any information and ngl, it killed him that he couldn’t talk abt u :((

so all he could do was say this upcoming was really nice so far and subtly brag abt u to everyone JHGKJSDFHLK

when the official ads & promotional art were finally released 🥺🥺 when i tell u he immediately went live talking abt the game and u HKGJHFDK

he didn’t care that he streamed at an ungodly hour bc he’s been waiting for the reveal for so long he needs to let everyone know </3

he retweeted everything from their official twt straightaway, made a yt video based off his spontaneous stream promoting the game + pinged his entire server abt it

yes

his nearly 200k server all got pinged abt this one game bc he’s in love with a character from it

and he has no regrets abt it <33

the day the game was available for download, he stREAMED THE ENTIRE DOWNLOAD PROCESS

while he and his chat were waiting, they decided to watch the trailers and character showcases to get a feel for the game, and played some mario kart to pass the time !!

as soon as the game loaded, he threw mario kart behind him and went on 🐥

he typed his name (ajax) for the when he chose aether and literally everyone was appreciating the aesthetics HKJFS

but childe,,, he was waiting for it to be over so he could see u ;-;

he appreciated the aesthetics, fighting mechanics & voice acting a lot tho !!

now he had gotten through all the tutorials, got all the chests he could he was finally in mond

and there u were 🥺 after the dvalin encounter u arrived before kaeya did

and boy did he show u off sm to his viewers HKJHKLF

they knew he was down bad before but now?? they know it’s hopeless to save him and if he ever falls out of love that’s when the world ends

luckily that’ll never happen tho <33

but he took !! so many !! screenshots !!

oh, and did i mention he changed his wallpapers to u? and his twt + discord pfps are also some very aesthetic screenshots of u from that first scene ;-;

he just appreciates u sm okay 🥺

he even clutched his chest where his heart is and sunk down his chair when he heard u speak 😩

his chat just spammed his downbad + y/nlove + SHRIMP emotes and he accepted them all with grace <33

now when he unlocks the wishing feature,,, u already know he’s wishing for u as soon as possible

ur in the standard banner so ur always there which he appreciates but he would’ve wanted u to be limited so he can rub it in ppl’s faces ;-;

and since it was the first release rewards, he had tons of wishes right off the bat !!

he was gonna roll for venti after he gets u bc,,, well does he need a reason??

also he doesn’t do well with archer characters in general ;;; but if ur an archer then ur obv an exception sooo

bUT he got a 5 star in his first 20 pulls !!

tho it was diluc 👩‍🦯

while he was happy bc he got an incredibly meta character right off the bat,

he wasn’t interested in diluc,,, (even now his diluc is barely looked after, and only used for spiral abyss, *sweats*)

the next 5 star he got was around the 60 mark, and he got a weapon,,,

i mean,,, he got the weapon that was most suited for u so that’s smth at least (ˉ▽ˉ；)

after he used all his remaining primos and fates, he finally got u 🥺

he just went “fuck the storyline” and immediately put u in his party and just

admired u as a whole 

went through all the voice lines available, ur character story, ur idle animations (he had a heart attack from u and his chat clipped it) and took many, many screenshots 

his favourite voice lines would have to be the night + about us + (y/n)’s hobbies

and then he equipped u with ur weapon and damnnn did u look so good with it 😩

he changed u to be his avatar, with his signature as :

“(y/n)’s whale <3”

and now the whaling process begins 👩‍🦯

after at least £2k, he got u to c6, along with at least 1 copy of all the standard 5 stars,,

then he went for venti’s banner—

his chat were just too focused on how he’s gonna play u to even think of anything else tbh HKJAH

with ur kit, u were honestly seen to be a dps or even a sub dps if ppl don’t want u on the field all the time

so definitely a perfect character for mr meta strimmer tartaglia (his twitch name btw ;;; childe is just smth he prefers his community to call him as but they also call him ajax too HKJSD) here

so he went through the archon quests with u as his carry and i won’t lie, ur name card is smth he has printed and framed behind him after he got it 🥺

he later finds out ur part of the fatui in the liyue archon quest tho and has to fight u with,,,

well, u ;;;

he finds it hot tho so it’s okay—

i won’t lie tho, his zhongli after he got him is his second strongest after u

he just builds all his characters in the most broken way he can so he can show his viewers that everyone can be a dps in their own right, not just the ones meant to be since there’s no right or wrong in this game !!

but now ur weapon is r5, ur lvl 90 and u have lvl 20 5 star artifacts that make u the most broken (y/n) seen

ppl who co op with him are honestly baffled,,, especially when the feature of them being able to view other players’ character stats become available,,,

u with ur nearly 3k atk,,,

he’s hit over 600k with u tho and he’ll always flex that

no one can top him as a (y/n) main and that’s honestly just a fact at this point 😩

when he saw that the dating sim hangouts was official, his immediate and iconic response was simply ;

“so when will (y/n) become a dateable, huh 🤨”

to this day he’s still waiting to be able to date u in-game <//3

[in-ky]

Hi! I’d love a story about Negan being a serial killer who only kills “bad people” (like in Dexter) and maybe he saves the reader from her ex who’s about to kill her and Negan can save her and takes her in because she’s a mess but she’s actually a killer herself (who kills rapists etc/ only the bad ones) and Negan and the reader start fighting and then get caught up in steamy hot sex 🥵 thank you!

Savior - Negan Killer AU

Warnings: Warnings: GORE + violence, smut, domestic abuse, swearing, dirty talk ig? idk how to tag this lol

A/N: hey! i struggled over this one for a while lol. ive only seen like. 3? episodes of dexter so. i really hope this meets your expectations! also forgive any mistakes its late, im tired, and i wanna get this up lol. also, is negan batman? maybe. 3.7k words

"Will, stop you're hurting me!" I hissed, grabbing at his wrist. He tugged me out of the bustling restaurant and into the dark street.

"I don't really give a shit," He snarled, throwing me into a secluded alleyway a few buildings down from the restaurant. Will had taken me out to a business dinner with his boss in hopes of showing me off and making a good impression. But things didn't quite go according to plan. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone!" He pushed me against the brick wall of the closed department store.

"What was I supposed to do?" I sneered, trying to wiggle away from him "He kept commenting on my body, saying how he wished he could take me home at the end of the night and do all kinds of 'unspeakable things to me'."

"You were just supposed to shut up and take it!" Will said, voice filled with rage "But no, you and your untamable fucking complex just couldn't handle a compliment. You threw your drink in his face! You're lucky he didn't fire me right then and there. You made me look like some pussy who can't control his whore."

"You're an asshole." I shouted, tears welling at the edges of my eyes. Will's face contorted further into a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" He seethed, clasping his hand tightly around my throat and constricting his fingers around my airway.

"I said you're an asshole who cares more about his dead-end career than his fucking girlfriend." I croaked. I hated him. I hated him so much. My vision clouded with the combination of disgust, loathing, and lack of oxygen, so I hit him where I knew it hurt. "There's a reason you needed me for arm candy tonight. It's 'cause you're a boring, piece-of-shit, lowlife who has no skill whatsoever. How does it feel knowing you need me to make something of yourself?" With that, he threw me to the ground by my throat. He wasted no time and pinned me to the cold concrete. His knees dug into my shoulders and his hand flew to his back pocket, whipping out the switchblade he carried as a precaution against mugging. My eyes widened as they caught a glint of the moonlight off the sharp knife. He brought the blade up to my throat and slapped me over the cheek harshly with his free hand.

"You better take back those words, bitch," He hissed, pressing the blade into the soft skin of my jugular "or they might just be your last." A dribble of blood ran down my neck with the pressure. Realization flashed through my mind. I could die right then. That could have been my last moment. Was I scared? No. Why wasn't I scared? Maybe it had to do with the shadowy figure that was slowly approaching us from the ally entrance.

There was plenty of time for me to warn Will that someone was coming. But I didn't. Instead, I stayed quiet and watched as the shadow figure pulled Will from my body with ease and tossed him to the side. Everything was kind of a blur. I was still oxygen starved and filled with a whirl-wind of emotion. I heard Will cry out in surprise and indignance. The shadow figure said nothing. It saw the switchblade with a steady line of my blood. It kicked Will in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Then it lifted up a baseball bat over its head and cracked it down over Will's skull. He continued to beat Will until he stopped squirming. The shadow figure paused and swung the bat over his shoulder. I had regained my breath and pushed myself to my elbows. The shadow noticed me moving and took a few heavy steps in my direction. I squirmed away slightly, instincts telling me to get away from the thing that had just pulverized my boyfriend. The shadow entered a stream of moonlight. It was a man. He had peppered hair and a blood-speckled face. He had dark brown eyes and a small smile perched on his lips.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He said. His voice was deep. I was partially surprised. He wasn't a bulky man. He was tall and had a broad frame, but his limbs were long and his body was lithe. He wore a leather jacket and his boots were slick with what I could only assume were Will's brains. I didn't want to look at his bat.

"W-Why did you do that?" I whispered. It was all I could muster.

"He was going to kill you." The man sounded confused, like I was supposed to know who he was and why he saved me.

"You don't know that." My voice was quiet. My eyes were glued to a spot behind the man, unblinking. He let out a throaty chuckle and dropped to a squat, leveling with me.

"Doll, he had a knife pressed to your throat," His words were gentle "Looked like he was gonna fuckin' kill you." He hesitantly reached out two fingers in the direction of my face. I didn't move. He was wearing leather gloves. The ridged fabric ran along my injuries. "Seems like he did some damage before I could step in. Damn. Sorry about that. Listen, I live a few streets down. If you want, I can get you cleaned up."

"Okay," I said softly. I let him help me up to my feet. He guided me along with one arm while holding his bat with the other. As we walked out of the alley I couldn't help but look down at Will, or what remained of him at least. His forehead was split in half, a pool of chunky blood bubbling on the ground. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to swallow the bile that had risen in my throat. And yet, I didn't feel sad. I didn't mourn him. Maybe it was shock, maybe it wasn't. "Thank you?" I murmured, though it was more of a question. The man and I stepped out onto the street and I was grateful there was no one around to see us leaving the scene of a very heinous-looking crime.

"No problem, doll," The man hummed, setting a brisk pace down the sidewalk. "The name's Negan, by the way." Cool. Negan: my Savior.

~~~

"So you're like Batman?" I asked Negan as he dabbed the blood away from my neck. He gave a short chuckle and tore away the sticky part of the band-aid.

"I guess you can say that," he mused, splaying the bandage over the cut the knife had left "but I specifically go for people that I know have hurt others. The baddies, if you will."

"Is that legal?" I tilted my head, crossing my ankles as they dangled over the bathroom counter. My palms were flat on the surface of Negan's marble sink top, fiddling with the wrappers of the medical supplies he had used to clean and bandage my small cuts and bruises.

"I haven't been caught," Negan shrugged "besides, it's less work for the police. They don't have to do any interrogation bullshit or anything. I usually catch people in the act, like tonight. Then I do my thing."

"Do you kill everyone?"

"Only the bad people," He reminded, tossing away a bloody tissue "only people who have hurt others. But, yes, usually the offender ends up on the business end of Lucille over there." He pointed out the door into the living room, where the still-bloody bat rested against a chair. I furrowed my brow.

"Well, doesn't that make you a bad guy?" I pressed. He tapped my knee and I dropped down to the tile floor, tucking my hair behind my ear and gathering some of the scraps.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you still kill people, right? Even if they're bad? So doesn't that still make you a killer?" Negan was quiet for a minute. "Let's put it this way," I continued "What would you do if you came across someone who was like you; someone who hurt the bad people. Would you still kill them. They're hurting people." Negan took a deep breath and let it out with a contemplative sigh, itching his bearded chin.

"I'm not sure," He mused "I've never really thought about it before. See, I don't consider myself a bad person per say. Yea, what I'm doing might be considered fucked up. But I'm doing it for the right reason. I'm protecting people by attacking their attackers. In the end, someone's saved." He brushed off his hands and led me out of the bathroom, flicking the light off. "Would you rather me not have saved you tonight?"

"No," I said immediately "thank you. Really, thank you. You saved my life. Will is...was...always a dick, but I never thought he'd actually hurt me. I guess that proves people can have a whole bunch of layers." Negan nodded and moved to the kitchen. He raised a bottle of whiskey as an offering. I shook my head but he poured himself a glass.

"I was just doing my job," Negan grinned sympathetically "I'm sorry your boyfriend was an asshole who tried to murder you." I shrugged, amusement in my eyes.

"Eh, it happens to everyone." I smiled as he let out another laugh. I felt as if I shouldn't be laughing, but at the same time, everyone has their own responses to almost getting stabbed to death in an alley. So I let myself have this moment. Besides, Negan was a good guy to be around. He made me feel safe, comfortable, secure. Everything I needed right now. "So, Negan, what do you do? Surely vigilante-ing can't pay well, and this apartment is really nice."

"I'm a retired baseball player," Negan said, sipping his whiskey and settling into one of the armchairs in the living room "Hence the bat."

"Were you any good?" I asked. He let out a loud scoff.

"Was I any good?" He mocked "Sweetheart, I have a whole damn trophy room. I was fucking amazing. I just got old."

"So you're rich with no real job, you kill bad guys, and you have a massive ego," I listed "You really are like Batman, aren't you?"

~~~

Negan let me stay on his couch that night. It was leather, like everything else that man seemed to own, but it was comfortable. I woke up to the smell of bacon filling the air. I groaned and rubbed my fists against my eyes, clearing them of sleep. I stretched my arms above my head in a yawn and rolled off the couch, stumbling into the kitchen. Negan was hunched over the bubbling pan, dodging pellets of grease as they shot up at him.

"Smells good!" I purred, closing my eyes and taking a deep inhale.

"Good," He grumbled "You better fucking enjoy it because I've gotten burned at least three times." I laughed and walked up to him examining the small red patches that dotted his arms.

"You didn't have to make me breakfast you know."

"Yea, but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable," He sighed, turning off the stove and scooping the cooked bacon onto a paper towel. "Besides, I was craving some bacon when I woke up. I haven't had someone to share a meal with in a while."

"Well, if you want, you can come by my house for dinner." I offered, crunching down on a piece of bacon "I've been meaning to whip out the family alfredo recipe for a while, maybe a hot date would give me that incentive." I gave him a playful wink and he chuckled.

"Sure thing, doll," He hummed, putting the pan in the sink "I love me some fucking spaghetti. I'll see you around seven?"

"Sounds good."

~~~

I ran down the sidewalk, chest heaving. There was enough darkness to cover me, but I still kept my head down to prevent recognition. I held my hands close to my stomach, praying that the blood on my fingers wouldn't drip on the pavement and leave a trail. I had been on my way home from the store when I heard some commotion coming from an alley. My first instinct was to run, but then I heard the girl crying for help. Negan came to mind, what he did, how he helped people. I couldn't turn away. I marched down the alley and saw a greasy man pinning a woman to the wall of a building. Flashbacks of the night before hit me like a train. I looked on top of the alley dumpster  and saw a crowbar perched on one of the lids. I grabbed it and stormed up to the man, whacking him upside the head with the weapon. I kicked him to the side and brought the crowbar over my head before swinging it down. It connected with his face in a sickening 'thwack.' I thought of Will. I thought of what might of happened if Negan had never stopped him. I thought of all the times that bastard had gotten drunk and told me I was nothing. I let the rage bubble up and fuel my beating. By the time I was pulled back into the moment, my muscles were screaming, the woman was gone, and the man's face was unrecognizable. I tossed the crowbar into the dumpster and ran back home.

Dried blood is extremely hard to wash off. It sticks to your skin in flakes, creating a pattern of red veins crawling over your hands. Fuck. I scrubbed as hard as I could under the rushing water of the sink, pumping more and more soap into my hand. It was under my fingernails. It was stuck in my palm prints. Shit, did I leave fingerprints at the scene? Would they be coming for me? With a hiss, I rubbed even harder at my skin, small flecks of blood turning the sink water red.

Suddenly, my door opened.

"I'm ready for my s'getties!" Negan boomed with a wide smile. My head whipped around, looking at him with wide eyes. His grin faded and he crossed the room in record time, grabbing my wrists and turning the sink off. "Is this fucking blood?" He snarled, bringing my hands up to my face. I clenched my jaw and dropped my eyes to my feet. "Jesus, who's is it? Answer me!"

"I-I heard someone screaming on the way home," I said quietly, eyes still downcast "I thought I would help..." His jaw went slack and he let go of my hands, running his fingers through his hair.

"Jesus fuck, you can't just go around killing people!"

"Why not?" I snapped, eyes meeting his "You do it all the time? What's the difference? Why can't I help people?"

"Because it...Because you just can't!" Negan growled, shaking his head.

"Why are you so special?" I hissed back, drying my hands off on a towel before tossing it at him "It's not like you can get a permit for fucking murder. Why do you do it, anyways? Is it some perverted thing? Do you get off on saving people from attackers?"

"Watch yourself." Negan warned, eyes darkening.

"Pfft, or what?" I laughed, tossing my head back "What are you gonna do, kill me? I'm not afraid of you, Negan." As soon as the words left my mouth, he charged me. His hand flew to my throat, squeezing my airway lightly. His hips pressed me against the counter. I let out a small gasp when he shoved his face next to mine.

"Oh, but doll, you really fucking should be." He spat, curling his lip "I could snap your neck right here, right now." He gave a small squeeze to emphasize his words. I let out a strangled moan. We both froze. "Are you turned on right now?" He muttered, furrowing his brow. I licked my lips and squirmed in his grip, pressing my thighs together slightly in an effort to alleviate the warm pressure growing in my belly.

"No," I lied, voice weak. A sinister grin curled over the bottom half of his face and he licked his tongue over his teeth.

"And I'm the perv, huh?" He sucked on my earlobe and peppered kisses down my jawline "Sweetheart, tell me, do you want me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours? Do you want me to make you cum harder than you ever have?" I whimpered at his dirty mouth. "Use your words, doll, or I'll leave right fucking now."

"Y-Yes!" I breathed as Negan's lips sucked on the sweet spot right beneath my ear.

"Yes, what, princess?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me, please!" I groaned, clawing at his shirt. He let out a short chuckle, muttering something about how needy I was, but I didn't care. Right now, the only thought running through my head was that I needed Negan. I needed all of him. And damn me if I wasn't going to get it.

We clawed at each other's clothes like rabid animals. Once we were completely bare, Negan moved his kisses down my body. His large, calloused hands kneaded my breasts, twisting my nipples between his thumbs. My arms flew around his neck and I dragged my fingernails up his back. He shivered against my touch and slid his hands further down my body. They settled firmly on my hips as he captured my lips in a fervent kiss.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he grunted, pulling back for air. I looked at him. His tawny eyes were now black, pupils far beyond dilated with lust. Both of our lips were swollen and red from the intensity of our kisses. Negan's chest inflated and deflated quickly as his eyes roamed over my body. "You're so damn perfect." I smiled sheepishly and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, looking up at him through lidded eyes.

"You're not so bad yourself," I reached out my hand and used my pointer finger to draw a line from his collar bone down the center of his chest and through his navel, finally ending right over his pulsing cock. He sucked in a breath as my fingers closed around him. My thumb swept over the hot tip, gathering precum on the pad of my finger and rubbing it around.

"Shit," He hissed as I slowly pumped him "I'm not gonna fucking last if you keep doing that." He gently pried my hand away and took a step closer to me. I could feel his hardened length resting against the inside of my thigh. The thought of him being so close made a burst of heat rush down between my thighs. Negan took a long finger and ran it through my folds, collecting my wetness. I moaned as he teasingly dipped the first knuckle into me. He pulled back and let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl," he chuckled, raising his finger to my face "You're fucking dripping. Who's that for?" His slick-coated fingers glistened in the light of my apartment. I let out a deep groan as he slid them between his lips and sucked.

"You, Negan!" I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist "It's all for you." A wolfish grin spread over his features as he tugged me off him and pulled me down off the counter. He spun me around and pressed gently between my shoulder blades until my chest was flat against the cold surface.

"Then if you don't mind," Negan cooed, lining himself up with my entrance "I'm going to take what belongs to me." With that, he slowly pushed into me. I gasped at the stretch, balling my hands into fists as he continued to split me open.

"Fucking shit," he groaned once he bottomed out "you're tight as hell. I bet you've never had a dick as big as mine." He pulled out slightly and I let out a moan at the growing emptiness inside. The moan soon turned to a yelp when he brought down his hand against my ass. The smack was loud and he rubbed the red spot tenderly. "Have you?"

"N-No!" I gasped when he thrusted into me for the first time "Never. Fuck, you feel so good." Negan's thrusts sped up, his hips snapping against my ass in an obscene rhythm. Grunts and moans of pleasure slipped from both of our lips as he plowed unapologetically into me. I could feel every inch of him. He was hitting every spot, dragging against my walls in a sinfully perfect way.

"You're doing so good," He purred, kissing and biting my shoulder "So good for me. You're so perfect." I tossed my head back and he grabbed my chin, tilting my face towards him so he could give me another bruising kiss. I could only keep up for so long, though, and the white bliss of pleasure he was giving me soon became overwhelming. My jaw went slack and my head dropped against the cool tile of the counter in an attempt to ground myself in the moment. "I want you to cum, doll, cum around me. Wanna feel those walls squeeze me." His thrusts were starting to become sloppy and I could tell he was getting to his end. One of his fingers danced down my spine and found its way to my clit. He circled it with just enough pressure to get me to the edge that I was so willing to jump off. "Now." Negan growled. I obeyed, feeling the band in my lower abdomen snapping violently. We reached our releases simultaneously. My walls clenched around him, milking him of every drop. I screwed my eyes shut and screamed his name, holding in a large breath as the world around me spun. Negan eventually pulled himself out and collapsed on top of me. We both were breathing heavily, sweaty bodies entangled as well as we could over a counter. I swallowed, my throat dry from panting through my orgasm. When my eyes fluttered open, I could see Negan's thumb tracing circles over the love bites that were starting to darken on my shoulders.

"Are you going to kill me?" I rasped, running a hand through my wild hair "I guess I'm a bad person now." Negan chuckled, still out of breath.

"I think I'll make an exception," He mused, pressing a sweet kiss to the shell of my ear "I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet."

[szynkaaa]

I more or less watched The Boy!!! And by watching, I mean I skipped more or less through the jump scare parts because I cannot do horror movies at all. I haven’t watched one since 2015 and The Boy was like the first horror movie after five years

Full disclosure, the ONLY reason I started watching the movie was because someone posted a gif of Greta standing close to Brahms who was all sweaty and breathing heavily n I was like “oh shit who dat he hot” and here I am 

Can anyone explain the sandwich scene to me? So Greta was scared shitless and locked herself in her room, but why did Brahms make her favorite sandwich for her?

I did some digging for interviews and generally what people have been saying about the movie, took some screenshots from youtube to put my thoughts and musing together too! 

Can anyone explain the sandwich scene to me? So Greta was scared shitless and locked herself in her room, but why did Brahms make her favorite sandwich for her? 

So first of all, let’s start with a low resolution photo I found on IG of James Russell without mask:

which brings me to my first musing/thought/question? 

It’s all under the cut, very screenshot and text heavy, you can find more Brahms drawing at the bottom though  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So at the end of the movie, we are shown a Brahms with a broken mask and his face being burned, indicating that he was in fact in the fire.

I assumed first that the fire was created by the parents to fake their sons death and then he had to live hidden inside the walls? 

But I’ve also heard apparently it was Brahms who set the fire to fake his own death or maybe an eight years old kid really was trying to burn himself down?? 

My other theory is that his parents made the fire and tried to kill Brahms and it did burn him but he survived, and the parents didn’t wanna go to jail sooo to hide everything they made their son live in the walls

i mean the responsible thing would be to turn their kid in and have him treated and stuff;;; listened to a murder podcast about two cases where kids murdered enough kids and how they are doing now interesting read Brahms made me think of those two cases 

I also do not think that the previous nannies were killed. Like, c’mon. You’d report a person missing and sooner or later it would go back to the Heelshire mansion and if the body counts piles up? Can’t look good and I doubt that the Heelshire wants the police investigating them close up. 

Also, when the mom was like “He’s chosen you if you’ll have him” to Greta? Is it just me or the wording or does it sound like a marriage proposal/arrangement xD 

Brahms is a brat and he sees the people around him as his possession or to toy around. But I also do think that he has some abandonment issues but not in the sad tragic kind of way lmao. Even if he was the one controlling and manipulating his parents from behind-the-scene (quite literally I suppose?), he was still told as a kid to live in hiding and that no one can know he is alive. I don’t know much about the human brain, but I can imagine how damaging that must be to his mental growth and set him back in some way? We don’t know too much about his relationship with his parents - but I assume that he must have still loved them in his own twisted way. Can’t imagine that he would have been indifferent about his parents suicide. 

The scene before Greta manages to back out - first he uses the child voice to beg her to come back and promises he will be good. That’s his manipulating Greta, but when that doesn’t work and she tries harder to open the door, he becomes more desperate to keep her there and then completely loses his temper and threatens to kill Malcolm if she doesn’t return. I’m pretty sure homeboy would have killed him anyway. And then later when she returns and he is all heavy breathing and smelling her hair and then jumps up when she shouts Brahms? Idk I def think there is some sort of abandonment issue going on. 

I don’t think he is a child stuck in a man’s body or manchild or whatever. I think that he does know how to take care of himself - but he just chooses to manipulate people with the facade of a kid to do his bidding and cater to his needs. 

Anywhomst, but clearly Brahms is also a very manipulative and controlling person based, based on how the mother was reacting on the destroyed bedroom, she really seemed to be at the end of her wits and just breaking down with her “you promised you’d be good”. It was very heartbreaking to watch and also scary because it really makes you realize just how much power Brahms holds over them?? idk maybe it was just me.

Next point: the CGI mask  + the burns 

So according to some interviews with the director stated that at the first test streaming, people weren’t really scared of Brahms because he was too handsome so they had to slap a mask over his face. The face was done after everything was filmed. I’m thinking the face burns were also added post-production when they were adding the cgi mask. Otherwise, James would have needed to go through the makeup department for some wicked face burns and it would have been visible during the filming and test screening too? Which would imply that at first the fire was supposed to be just  a cover story that their son is dead and it was changed later

Observation/thoughts on Brahms Heelshire

Love how he stands there with his hands behind his back and then nods when Greta tells him to go under the cover

James Russell is 191cm tall. So like. Brahms is really fucking tall. But I notice that most of the time he stands with a slight hunch. Could be due to him crawling through the walls and crawling out of places that requires him to do a lot of crouching. His bed in his hideout made me really sad, I’ll get to it later. 

Since James didn’t get many lines in the ten minutes that he appeared, I do think that his eyes did all the acting. They stand out even more with the mask on, there is just this crazy look on it. I also noticed during my rewatch that he doesn’t seem to blink much or at all. 

Oh yeah, he also peeped on Greta and Malcolm making out on the bed and then cockblocked them. We been knowing that he made a Greta doll and very likely jerked off to it. We also been knowing that he very very very likely wanted to bone Greta at the goodnight kiss scene still waiting for the maskeless kiss scene gimme gimme. I also highly doubt that Brahms has much first-hand experience with kissing n stuff. High key thinking he was trying to do copy Malcolm and do what he observed lmao

When I first watched the scene, I assumed that the hole behind the mirror has always been and it’s just another one of the hidden passages Brahms to slip in and out, but now that I’m looking at the shape of the holes, it seems to me more like the mirror and brick wall were broken at the same time?? If that is the case holy shit boy is s t  r o n g. I mean, he also punched through the closet door like no big deal so really what have the parents been feeding him. 

I’m also leaning toward the fact that he ran there because Greta screamed loudly. I don’t think he was in the room as them when everything went down there, it seemed more like he heard the scream and had to nyoomed over and then punched a way through to get out of the wall. And then went on to attack Cole. He must have known that Greta wanted Cole gone, since that what she whispered to the doll before going to bed. 

Tbh, I fully expected him to murder Cole in his sleep, but Brahms wrote a warning message in blood to tell him to get out soooooo like. Cole you were warned and now you gotta live with the consequences ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Brahm’s sleeping corner

This scene was shown at the end after Greta and Malcolm escaped. We also see them briefly during the part where Greta and Malcolm are trying to find a way out and stumbled into Brahms’ hideout. I’m not sure why the rules are slapped on the walls. It seems to me that Brahms is very very very set on that the rules / routine should be followed. In the movie, he called Greta and suggested to her that she should follow the rules, to which she then started doing it.

I headcanon that that’s the routine that he grew up with as a kid and it’s just very very very very very hard to break out of it - not that he is trying to break the routine. 

I’m failing to find a good way to put my thoughts into words, but I guess the rules and routine is sort of his coping mechanism? 

I suppose if you had an OC that you ship Brahms with and want to change stuff around the house, the OC would have to very slowly introduce new rules and routines. Baby steps, yknow.

Brahms has a violin hanging there! Honestly I would be surprised if Brahms didn’t know how to play at least one instrument. The family also has an old ass piano/clavichord (?) and Brahms loves classical music soo yeah. Love me a boy who appreciates classical musical hehe

I suppose the egg boxes are there to soundproof the room more - maybe so he can play the violin? 

There’s also music sheets hung around his attics, it’s not clear on the screenshots but when you rewatch the scene and shove your face close to the screen. Some are hanging next to the violin and there are some taped on the wall next to his bed and porn too

nice to see he has a fridge and microwave, I was concerned that he wasn’t well fed and that leftovers might not be enough, but then again. Dude is 191 cm so clearly he has been drinking his milk

Didn’t take a screenshot of his vanity, but there is a crocodile magnet stuck to the mirror hehe. I do think that he shaves and stuff, otherwise his beard would be much longer??

We can see more music sheets stuck to a pillar on the right. 

Loving the christmas lights that he has hanging there above his bed. It’s cute. 

On the shelf he has a bunch of tupperware and empty bowls. Most of hte things are neatly organized. We can also see some books and a pen

There’s some sunlight streaming inside - I do hope that Brahmsy stays warm during winters.

Here we can see more of the food that he has there - there is also a sink but I didn’t snatch a screenshot of it. I think those are potatoes in the pot? Maybe he does know how to cook some basic stuff, I do wonder if he has a functioning kitchen up there. Probably not for fire safety reasons lol

Yall see that thing on the note sheet covered pillar? Ngl, that’s a whole ass aesthetic right there.

He got a few potted plants up there. Took a closer look at them and it seems like they were healthy. So he knows how to take care of plants, which is nice to know I suppose?

Yes, we all know what he was doing with the doll and what the tissue balled up tissue implies. However, has anyone noticed the size of the bed??? 

If you scroll up a bit to the screenshot of Greta seeing the doll, it looks t i n y. The make shift doll takes up more than half of the space. 

Yall. this breaks my heart. Dude is a beanstalk. I’m pretty sure the bed is from when he was a kid shoved by his parents to live inside the wall, does he have to sleep there in his adulthood too??? 

Even though Brahms strikes me as someone who probably doesn’t sleep much or during normal times, that bed must be so tiny for him. He must be sleeping with his knees bend and shit unable to stretch out :((( 

Brahms: is a psychopath that smashed the skull of a girl and very abusive tormented his parents and then Greta Me: omg he needs a bigger bed that poor thing :(((

Brahms’ DIY corner 

Ah yes, Brahm’s little DIY/creative corner. 

Homeboy got lot of animal traps, cages and taxidermies hanging around, pointing strongly toward that it’s a hobby of it? 

Also at the end where we see him fixing up the doll, we can get a better shot at his desk, and I gotta say the threads and stuff are all very nicely organized. Brahms’s table looks more organized than mine does lmao. 

So we know he is a crafty boy. Not sure how difficult taxidermy is but I imagine it does take a lot of time to learn? Well he had all the time in the world anyway.

So yeah, that’s a wrap. Congrats if you made it to the bottom of my incoherent thoughts and ramblings, have a bonus drawing of Brahms wearing different masks: 

[jackest-jack]

I would very much like to hear about your spooky scary Sirens, pretty please 🥺

AJKSJAKISJAJAJF Ok so I almost had a heart attack when I saw you were following me because YOU’RE SO COOL so thank you

I already wrote about my spooky scary sirens over here, and they have pictures and I would be willing to write a short thing with them later but for right now I’m gonna pick a different thing and blab about it.

The most fleshed out and cohesive thing I have is the vampire band nerd slasheresque story with a police chase followup as well as a separate zombie apocalypse thing, so ig I’ll go with that. More under cut and warning for like a lot of gore and death and angst. I’m also only doing the first part of that because this is taking a long ass time

I came up with this in junior high, and I was in band, and I noticed that each instrument section had different personalities sort of, so I made characters around that and put them in a horror plot where they all die horribly, because what else are you gonna do? This is gonna be a plot rundown and it might get real long. (It is no longer a rundown. Its just unedited word vomit.)

anyways a bunch of friends, who I’m just gonna call by their instrument names, go camping in the woods for a couple weeks. They all take one car and set up in the middle of fuckin nowhere.

Clarinets a vampire pretending to be a high schooler for kicks, because she was 15 when she turned 5 years ago and got dragged away to the magic underworld (basically a series of safehouses and towns for the supernatural) and she wants a letterman goddamnit.

She gets adopted into a friendgroup despite her best efforts, and gets dragged along on the camping trip in the small car and close quarters with a buddy system and she hasn’t eaten anything substantial in like two months and its proving to be a problem when she starts thinking of her friends as snacks instead of people.

one night, percussionist gets up to go on a 3 am lake walk. But, the buddy system. So he takes Clarinet, who never seems to sleep anyways, with him.

They’re on the edge of a lake littered with huge old chunks of driftwood, looking out over the water, when Percussionist steps on something sharp. It went straight through his sandal and he pulls it out without much trouble, but “that nail looks kind of rusty and I’m Pretty Sure I’m bleeding a little bit, oh I hope I don’t need a shot-“

she falls on him like a cat on a wounded songbird. She has enough of her mind left to cover his mouth and stop the screams as he slowly loses blood.

He tries to fight back. He does. he jams the nail deep into her throat and twists away, but she catches his wrist and slams him backward, a sharp stick going through his stomach, sticking him bloody at the base of an old driftwood branch still attached to its old tree.

She stops draining just before he dies. And she waits, and waits, and waits. Finally, hours later, the corpse takes a deep gasp and its eyes fly open. It begins the excruciating process of pulling itself off the tree.

his wound is closed less than a minute later.

he comes to and sees her sobbing on the ground, bloody streaks under her eyes from where she tried to wipe away her tears with hands soaked from putting pressure on his stomach in a feeble attempt to save him.

“Vampires, huh?” He says, half joking, half looking for an explanation.

—-—

they’re sitting around a small campfire, and Clarinet tells him that he’s a vampire, he needs blood, he cant go back to camp or he will eat his friends. She leaves to find him something substantial before he loses it.

back at the original camp, its around sunrise. Flute notices a small trail of smoke not far off, realizes that Percussionist is missing, and gets French Horn to help him look for their idiot friend (and maybe put out a small fire.)

They make it about 3/4th of the way to the smoke when flute trips on a tree root and scrapes his knee. About a mile away, Percussionists head perks up.

He distantly realizes that he just left the campfire that he’s supposed to stay at, but he can‘t seem to care. The hunger doesn’t gnaw at him or hollow him out. Its not like looking for a fix either. Its an itch in his whole body, a near unavoidable function of his being. The hunt is as natural as a cough, a spasm of muscles to take away the awful itch.

He moves faster than he ever could before, and just to see if he can, he jumps up and begins running across the branches of trees. Its slower, but sneakier; his prey won’t see him coming.

Finally, he reaches them. He jumps on the smaller one, sending it crashing to the ground. It’s blood is what brought him here. He sinks his hollow teeth into its neck and begins feeding.

There is a scream and a crash as the taller one runs away. Thats ok. He only needs one.

———

French horn, for her part, is freaking the fuck out. The sun had just peaked over the horizon and orange light was streaming through the trees when everything went to shit.

The pale thing had fallen on Flute, and the noise he made… she was almost certain he was dead now.

She kept running. If she could make it back to camp, then maybe she could get help, or maybe leave before the rest of them died too.

She charges through a thicket, sharp thorns scraping and tearing every inch of her as she shoves her way through. She shuts her eyes as she goes, to avoid the thorns poking them out.

When she comes out the other side, she feels her gut sink.

She doesn’t recognize the trees or bushes around her. She doesn’t see a path.

She’s lost.

She wants to break down, to scream and cry the injustice to the heavens, to kick and punch and fight the thing that killed her friend, to sit down and rest and have a moment to breathe, to be home-

She picks a direction and runs.

———

Percussionist stops draining Flute just before he‘s dead, following the instinct that drove him to where he is.

He wants to be horrified. He does, really. But he was so hungry, and the itch is still there, waiting beneath his skin to pounce on him again. But for now, its gone, and he can think clearly. He can move without the instinct tainting his every twitch.

He turns to look at the person he drained and sees-

He sees his friend. And it hits him all at once.

He killed a person, a person he knew, a person he cared for, and he had been powerless to stop it. He didn’t even know- he didn’t realize- he would never have done it if he-

but he knew he would have. Even if he knew. He would’ve killed Flute, and he hates himself for that.

So he sits by the body of his dead friend, maybe in solace, maybe because some instinctive tick tells him to. He doesn’t want to know. He refuses to.

When Flute sat up and gasped, Percussionist could‘ve sworn he had a heart attack (even without a functioning heart.)

To Flutes credit, he made it through Percussionists halting and confused explanation before letting himself ask about the smell.

”what smell?” Percussionist asked, and lifted his nose to the air.

He got his answer. The smell of blood, salty and sweet and with a coppery tinge to it drifted through the air, leaving a hunger and odd comfort sitting in his gut. It reminded him of smelling baking cookies from the kitchen as a kid.

A leaf crunched, and he snapped out of his trance. Flute had stood up and broken into a run, faster than any human could’ve gone. After the person that had been with him.

After his friend.

Percussionist sprinted after him.

——

He had the chance to notice how fast he was really going, now that he could think through the hunger. He practically flew through the forest, leaping over a fallen log half his size that blocked his way. He ducked and dodged branches that threatened to slash his face, and if he were running for something else he may have threw his head back and laughed.

As it was, he was following the occasional red flash of a windbreaker that he could barely keep up with without being hit by a tree.

He could heal now right? Did he really even need to be worried about being hit by trees?

He let one slap his face just to test, and he felt the stinging pain all across his face as a deep cut opened across his nose and eyes. He faltered as his vision went red with blood. A second later, it was gone, and he could see again. ….And he‘d lost flute. Great.

He sniffed the air, remembering how he’d been able to smell the blood, and tried to look for his friend.

He could smell the whole forest. Sap and pine and rotting leaves, rotten flesh and mushrooms and a skunk miles and miles off, the sweet sting of honey and dew and campfire smoke, and over it all, the most lovely smell-

Well, looks like he couldn’t find him that way. He thought for a moment, and groaned. He could just follow French Horn and get to her first!

He began running again.

———

Clarinet had just made it back to the campsite, a live deer kicking around over her shoulder. She would’ve killed it, but she couldn’t quite figure out how without losing any of its blood, and since she drained and seriously injured Percussionist he would need a lot of blood-

and the campfire had a suspicious lack of vampires around it. Great. She could only hope that no one had cut themselves-

She stopped as the scent of blood hit her nose. She cursed and took off running, dropping the deer as she did.

——

French Horn thought she was going to die when she heard a bush rustle and snap behind her. She had stopped for a rest, thinking she was safe (if very lost). She was braced for her death when Percussionist crashed through the bushes.

”Oh, good, you’re still alive. We need to go like right now.”

Before she could protest, he grabbed her wrist and began pulling her away. With his very cold, very pale hand.

”Wait. Was it you?” She said, planting her feet.

”Yes.” his voice was solemn, and his eyes downcast. “But unless you want Flute to get you, we need to go”

She tore her wrist out of his grasp.

“Flutes dead. Flute’s dead and you killed him!”

And Flute hit her from the side. He sank his teeth deep into her neck, but only for a moment. Then he pulled back, looking horrified and ran away.

French Horn stands up dazedly. “That was…”

”Yeah.”

she lifts a hand to her bleeding neck where the bite is still gushing blood.

A rustle of trees comes from the side, and Clarinet skids to a stop in front of them. She takes in the situation and drops to her knees, tearing loose a piece of her shirt and holding it to the holes in French Horn’s neck.

”Wheres the third?”

French horn points to the copse of trees he disappeared into.

”I think we might actually be jinxed.” A pause, then “That was supposed to be a joke. Go after him. He’s heading towards the camp, and chances are he won’t be able to stop himself a second time.”

Percussionist nods, and then stops. “How do I get there?”

”just run straight! GO!”

and he does.

———

Clarinet gently explains to French Horn that vampires are real, and that she is one. When asked why she isn’t bloodthirsty, Clarinet answers that she has a lot of blood left in her still, and that she’s not all the way changed, and that the change will, in her words, “Stink. Its kind of the worst thing you’ll have to go through, and it’ll take way longer since you have blood, and you may not notice at first.“

French Horn pursed her lips. “Theres no way to stop it?”

Clarinet shook her head.

”Okay. Okay, shouln’t we help Percussionist?”

Clarinet swore. “You won’t be much help in the state you’re in, but I can drop you off by the camp. Pack our things and be ready to go.”

Clarinet scooped French Horn up and took off into the woods.

———

Percussionist got there just as Tuba was ripping Flute off of his neck.

Despite Flute being the smallest out of all of them, and Tuba being the strongest, he was struggling to keep the scrabbling, biting Flute away.

So, Percussionist did the only logical thing and full body tackled Flute, trying to hold him down. It worked, sort of. Long enough for Tuba to start running. Long enough for Sax and Trombone to see what the ruckus was.

Flute burst out of Percussionists grip, grabbed Trombone and ran.

Sax sprinted after them, and percussionist was left in the dust, standing dumbstruck as they all dashed off. He snapped out of it when Trumpet pressed an axe to his shoulder and told him to not move.

———

Flute knows this: he is very hungry. He also knows that blood tastes very good.

His last two meals escaped. He thinks he let the first go, but he can���t seem to remember why. The second was ripped away from him by someone like him, which was rather rude.

But this one won’t get away. He is far to hungry to let that happen.

He feeds as he runs, draining the squirming thing dry, pinning its flailing limbs against his chest. It stops wailing eventually.

He slows as he becomes able to think clearly again. He holds the body in his arms and revels in the fact he is no longer hungry. Then, he looks at the thing he drained.

And it’s his friend. He feels his stomach drop, and a hollow pit grow in his chest. His friend is dead, and it’s his fault. He tells himself there’s nothing to do but run, so he does.

Really, though, he just doesn’t want to see what she’ll become.

———

“What did you do to them.” Said Trumpet, each word slow and dangerous. She lifted the axe off his shoulder, and he felt relief before he realized she was lining up to take off his head.

He may be able to heal, but he did not want to see how far that ability stretched. Not like this, at least.

He swallowed his fear and asked, ”What makes you think I did something?“

She barked out a harsh laugh. “You go missing in the middle of the night with Clarinet, who still isn’t back. Flute and French Horn go to look for you and have mysteriously disappeared. Tuba came running from this direction, bleeding like a stuck pig. And here I find you, in the center of it all.”

Ah. He was fucked. Time to implement the worst plan ever, considering how fast Trumpet was.

”that’s- that sure is some pretty overwhelming evidence that I did something. I swear I didn’t, though but I know you won’t believe me so I’m just gonna RUN!”

He ducked under the axe she swung at his head, and took off running into the trees. He glanced behind him to see her struggling to keep up, and grinned. He was actually getting away with his head, and beating Trumpet in a footrace for once-

He turned back around just in time to see the tree that crumpled his skull.

———

He wished he could say he didn’t feel every excruciating twitch of his skull righting itself as he laid there. As it was, it was painful enough he was functionally passed out.

Which is why he was surprised to see trumpet dragging him by his feet deep into the woods.

Not half as surprised as trumpet, who dropped his feet and swore when he sat up and gasped.

”What the hell? You were dead! that killed you!” She yelled.

Percussionist was still reeling from how much growing his skull back sucked, and latched on to the first thing he noticed.

”Did you steal my shoes?”

”what are you?” She asked in a tone that was decidedly horrified.

He fiddled with a piece of grass somewhere to his left. “A vampire, as of yesterday. Really though, why do you have my shoes?”

“Not important. What do you mean as of yesterday?”

”Last night, really. Me and Clarinet-“

”Clarinet and I.” She said.

”Whatever. We went on a walk and turns out she’s always been a vampire, and then she did the vampire thing, and now I’m a vampire, and things have just been spiraling from there-”

”That explains a lot, actually. Who else is a vampire?”

Percussionist, feeling slightly more alive, realized they weren’t by the camp anymore.

”Where are we? Why do you have my shoes, and why are you so calm about this?”

”oh.” She said. “I may have made an action plan for something like this. You know, in case of murderers, or if supernatural stuff was real.”

”thats cool. Why steal my shoes?“

”I was framing you for murder.”

an awkward silence settled over them.

”We should get back to camp. Stop more people from getting vampired and all.”

”Yeah. Lets do that.“

———

Sax skidded to a stop in front of Trombones body. She was limp, and pale, and by all accounts dead. He whipped out his phone to call anyone, anyone at all, and pitched it into a tree when it read no service.

He sat, and he cried by his best friend, who always made the shittiest puns, who was the worst at sports, who thought anything with soulmates was stupid but still read all the stuff he suggested her. Who was dead.

He was still crying when she sat up and latched onto his neck, draining him dry.

———

French Horn and Clarinet ran across Tuba, who was holding gauze to his neck where he had been bit. French Horn was starting to feel slightly feverish, but otherwise okay.

”Guys! Are you okay? The weirdest thing just happened.” He said.

”We need to leave.” Said Clarinet. “Now.”

”No argument here. Have you guys seen Flute? He was with you last time I saw him.“

French Horn and Clarinet shared a look.

“I’ll go find him. You two pack. we leave before dusk.”

They watched as she disappeared into the leaves.

”Whats going on?” Asked tuba, a hint of worry in his voice.

French Horn took a deep breath in before saying “Vampires are real.”

Tuba burst out laughing.

“Oh. You’re serious.” He said as he hefted a tent into the back of the van.

”you don’t believe me.”

“How could I? I haven’t seen any proof that they exist.”

She threw a bag of trash in the van with more force than nessecary.

“What attacked you then?”

At this he paused. “I don’t know. But I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a vampire.”

———

Percussionist and Trumpet made it to where Trombone was crying over Sax, the late afternoon sun reflecting off of their now pale skin.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. He’ll be alright.”

Trombone looked up at him and snarled, all teeth and rage, and Percussionist jumped back.

”He’ll end up like me, won’t he.”

Percussionist nodded.

”I don’t know what world you’re living in, but this isn’t fucking alright!”

Trumpet walked over and knelt in front of Trombone. She held out her hand, and Trombone scrambled away.

”I don’t believe you would hurt me. Not right now. I know you didn’t do it on purpose.”

”so what?” She scoffed. “I still did it. Should I just go on existing as whatever I am now? Just kill people so I can live?”

”Actually,“ Percussionist said, “we can live off of different types of blood.”

Trumpet looked back and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Shut up you twatwaffle, can’t you see this is a delicate moment?”

”just figured it would be some good information to have.“ he said.

“Are you seriously telling me my angst fest was for nothing?” She asked.

Percussionist leaned against a tree. “Oh, don‘t worry.” He said. “Theres still plenty of angst about the immortality.”

“Sax did always say he wanted to be sixteen forever.”

Trumpet rolled her eyes. “Lets go home.”

Trombone reached out to take Trumpets hand, and Sax shot up and clamped his jaws around her throat. Trombone grabbed Trumpets wrist and pulled her away as Percussionist peeled Sax away.

”Let him.“ choked out Trumpet. “I‘ll be one of you either way.”

”Absolutely not!” Said Percussionist. “Trombone, go find literally anything else with blood.” Sax kicked and snarled in his grip. “Hurry! I’m not sure how much longer I can hold him.”

———

“Flute!” Yelled Clarinet. She had been looking for him for an hour now, and still couldn’t find him.

She was walking along an old trail that went out of use years ago when she almost tripped over him. He was curled up in the shade of a tree, hiding away in a hollow.

“What do you want.”

”I want to take you home.” She said.

he laughed. “Something like me doesn’t deserve a home. I killed people, and I knew there was another way, but I did it anyway. Just leave me here to rot.”

She remembered when she’d been like this. She had forgotten to eat, had slipped up. Its not a hard thing to do. When you’re a vampire, you brain tricks you into feeling fine by your old standards until you‘re so hungry you can’t stop it.

She believed it was all her fault, though. The only way someone had gotten through to her was something they had called twisting the knife. She had always called it shitty.

She sighed. “I wanted to say sorry.”

He poked his head out a little, peering up at her. “You didn’t do anything.”

”But I did.” She said. “I drained percussionist dry last night, and then I left him to find you. I watched while you attacked your friends, and now, I’m giving you a chance to fix the harm we caused. What will you do with it?”

”You made me like this?” He asked.

”Yes.”

he lunged at her face, fingers clawing for her eyes. She turned around and ran for the campsite, making sure he was behind her, and praying that he would forgive her for the stunt she just pulled.

———

The campsite was packed, and Percussionist and Trombone had made a game of who could catch the best songbird for Sax. Sax was less murderously inclined, though it was hard to tell if it was because the blood he had consumed or trumpets growing nonhumanness.

After the third or fourth time of watching Sax suck down a bird or squirrel like a juice box, Tuba was forced to admit that maybe vampires were a little real.

(He noticed his neck wound had already scabbed over and was halfway gone. He was afraid to ask if he was becoming one.)

The sun was slipping behind the tops of the trees when Clarinet charged out of the forest, leapt over the van, And yelled “Flutes trying to kill me!”

Flute burst into the clearing and lunged at Clarinet. Percussionist stepped in the way.

”What happened?“

”She did this in purpose! She said she dropped you in the woods to kill us!”

Percussionists blinked. “No she didn’t. She told me to stay where I was while she got something for me to eat.”

he stopped yelling. Now, he just looked confused. “But she turned you.”

”Yeah? It was an accident. She obviously regretted it.”

Percussionist backed off, and Flute looked at clarinet.

”why did you say all that then?”

“You were’t gonna come with me if I didn’t. Besides, you were spiraling and this was the easiest way to stop that.”

”Sounds like the shittiest way to stop it, too.” Scoffed Tuba.

She sighed. “Yeah. It was.”

”Hey,” asked sax. “Are any of us still human? I know me, Percussionist, and Trombone aren’t-“

”Percussionist, Trombone, and I.” Said Trumpet.

”-And I saw you two jump over my van, but whats up with the rest of you?”

”Basically,” said Clarinet, “anyone who was bit is or will become a vampire, depending on how much blood they had left in them after the bite. Was there anyone who wasn’t bit?”

everyone was silent as they all glanced at each other, looking for anyone who could say yes. It quickly became awkward, and was broken by Clarinet muttering “Fuck.” quietly under her breath.

”Who all, um, died today?”

Flute, Sax, and Trombone slowly raised their hands. Clarinet squinted at Percussionist, which prompted him to say “What? I died last night.”

French Horn yelled “past twenty four hours, dingus.”

He rolled his eyes and raised his hand.

”Alright. You three,” -she made a sweeping gesture towards the three with their hands down- “Are going to have the worst couple weeks of your life. Take a few days off of everything. Don’t go to the hospital. Stay isolated. Call me when the pain’s mostly over.”

Tuba’s lips pursed. “What, exactly, is going to happen to us?”

”The way it was explained to me was that your body slowly cannibalizes itself. It sucks.”

”hm.” He said. He looked very troubled.

They got in the van and drove through the night.

For now, they rest. A short break, before they have to figure out the rest of their lives.

[scorpiomindfuck]

Guys, whoever, no one at all, I have so much to say about The K2, watched it twice now in the midst of a third. A bit obsessed, but really what’s a little obsession like this

I wanna watch it over and I'm not even done with my current stream, but also, I cannot with this.

The antagonist should have been the love interest especially with the story the writers gave her, and that fucking incredible actress, the actual female lead is so bland in comparison, and all I really feel for her is pity on some occasions. This isn’t a slight against the actress, I love her, but the writers did not try with her at all. They made her so monotone, and she rarely shifts from her constant anger. She’s been through so much shit and yeah that’s fucking terrible, but they made her so naive and helpless, and she just shows up sometimes to motivate Je Ha and then goes back to her melodrama. 

The fucking chemistry between the male lead and the antagonist compared to what little seemingly forced thing he has with the female lead is like phenomenal it is incredible. The actual romance is disappointing af, it's just cute in its Korean way, but there isn't the same substance to it. There’s this sort of complete acceptance between Je Ha and Yoo Jin that there isn’t with Anna. Anna has it, too ig to some extent, but hers is the kind of turning a blind eye and almost “as long as you’re there to save me in my time of need” kind of thing. She relies on him so completely that she endangers the both of them more than once, and it gets really frustrating quickly.

There's nothing hidden between Yoo Jin and Je Ha, no doubts, they know the best and worst parts of eachother, they know how to hurt eachother and they know exactly what the other needs to pull them back up. they actually support each other for their selfish reasons but there's this immense respect for each other from the very beginning, 

and I would add a yt clip or make a gif of that if I knew how but I’m talking about that funeral scene with the umbrella and the “keep your head up, your enemies are watching” and Yoo Jin constantly giving him free reign to do as he pleases and basically consort with Anna, fully knowing it would not in her best interest;

this^ whole part, where he didn’t have to say shit for her to know exactly what was wrong and figure out exactly how to save him.

I'm annoyed that they ruined the makings of a pretty perfect thing in keeping with the Korean cliché of the angry wronged hero having his walls broken by the sweet innocent girl he saved, and the vile woman whose trauma is not an excuse the way the man's is and who deserves her misery because she made do with what she had and was forced to become ruthless to ensure her survival the only way she knew how, despite losing all the hope she had and being betrayed by a husband who should have loved her, over and over. She was grasping at straws, and the man she loved thought so little of her that he fully believed for more than a decade that she would hurt a person so dear to him when all she wanted was to be able to love that same person with him. And she was killed off with no one caring for her death in the least, with another man she seemingly fell in love with, living at the expense of her life.

[nbrook29]

This may be the sana season I personally relate the most to, seeing as I to am a religious person who doesn’t really party. And in high school I surrounded my self with people I thought were my friends, but turned out that they where shit talking and excluding me. Watching this season in real time has been a little hard, considering I relate so hard to a lot of what Yasmina is going through. And I think that, just like with s3, the acting has been great and it’s clear that the leads really do care about the story they are telling.

However....I have no idea. No idea. Who thought the best resolution to the “sana losing focus in her own season-problem” was to take out every. Single. Subplot. Except the ig account one. The sub plots are meant to fill out the universe that our main character live in. Yes, they are the main character for two months, but everyone around them still have their own story and lives, that is going to influence the main. Try to imagine wtfock s3 without the zoe and Senne subplot, let’s also exclude any “unnecessary” flat share interactions, instead every time we se robbe at home, he’s hanging out in his room and sometimes Milan knocks on his door. What kind of boring bullshit season would that be? We would have absolutely no information on a huge part of our main characters life!

And the thing was, they were doing so good in those first two episodes! I was genuinely exited on how they were portraying her “otherness”. How she wasn’t included, how she was just expected to accept a halfhearted sorry, the iftar party, seeing someone who belongs to the same religion as her do things she does not agree with and put herself in situations so she won’t have to lie.

And then....they kinda just stopped with all of that? And we just had to look at Yasmina going through the motions of her life, but nothing really happening around her. Until of course, the “we’re wtfock so anything that was bad and hurtful in the og we’re going to make terrible and edgy”-train arrived, and we now have to look at someone not being believed. By anyone. Even though the evidence is. Right. There.

That plot, in the og, is like every single thing Sana has experienced coming to the surface, and she lashes out without thinking about any other consequence than hurting the people that have been hurting her. She has been fighting since season 1 to fit in, to make people see her as more than her religion. And she has gone through a transformation, because she found friends she cared about, and who she believed cared for her. But throughout the season we can see that belief starting to shake as she gets excluded and pushed to the side. In ep 6 she’s kinda turning back into that stone faced Sana from the first time she showed up in s1. But all of this is informed by what is happening around her. And we as viewers can see it. But we can also see all the good things around her.

With this season of wtfock, we’re not seeing shit. People are arguing over the non existing Sobbe subplot. I’m sitting here mourning any subplot at all. Because this season is lacking in world building. It’s like they forgot all the characters they created. It’s like they forgot the storylines they created.

But hey, give us that emotional rollercoaster at 6 am! Give us those acting performances! But nothing is going to take away from the fact that it seems like you (the show) have completely forgotten the entire point of Sanas season. And I have NO IDEA how in the hell they are going to dig themselves out of this.

I don’t know if this made any sense at all. Kinda writing it as a stream of consciousness but I kinda need my thoughts out there.

The world building thing is a really interesting point. There was more world building around the main in s4, can you believe that? 🤡 I can't. 🤡 But it's the truth 🤡 And it fucking sucks. The beach scene is gonna be so fucking weird because who are all these people there with Yasmina??? I thought they evaporated.

And yeah, they were doing so good in the first two episodes. I don't know what happened. The perfect word to describe this season is either 'weird' or 'illogical'. So many things about it feels like fhey were written as an afterthought.

Also if we don't get POV clips I'm gonna be livid. Because every remake had them and we'll be robbed if they decided not to do them. There is a way to do them without taking time away from Yasmina and bonus clips aka Skam Espana showed that.

[olwolo]

quackity looked at two of the most chaotic and dangerous people on the smp and thought, nothing could go wrong if we put then together right? Plus I love how phil and techno are each others moral compass (techno more to phil ig, kind depends too) so yeah he will probably do something abt it! Techno's instructions being the main reason tho but idk I feel like the stasis chamber makes more sense with the way techno acted with the enderchest and all that but MAAAN the way I NEED a syndicate prison break in rn ESPECIALLY AFTER YOUR LAST POST!! Because it's something that will probably happen eventually considering techno wants to know what's happening in the prison (I really don't think it's all to help dream tbh lol, the prison is really fucked up rn so it's anarchists right to fuck everything up even more maybe?) but yeaaaah bc of that I feel like c!techno was 100% aware of what would happen too lol like I think he wouldn't be so impressed if Quackity was being genuine but man has gone through enough betrayal to start trusting his enemies now lmao the warning of hating being lied to on his bday tho, nice touch JUST. really nice. Chaos team is hunting this man down when they're free lmao and yeah I feel like techno feels like a comic relief character (a bit due cc!techno personality) and ig people are not used to those characters being strong and dangerously smart, I love it,, and the interactions was SO GOOD!! c!techno is so chill with everything and the fact that the trusts in his friends is one of the reasons he wasn't worried :((((( syndicate my beloved :(( I'm so excited. I wonder if the training with ranboo and niki will be something we will see or if it's going to be a behind the scenes thing,, phil said they have been training for that (help the syndicate members when they need maybe) in his last stream and IDK if he was talking about that exactly but :( I'd like to see some filler training arc tbh :(( Plus If wilbur happens to be out there when they start the chaos I'm all in!! As long niki has her time to shine, yes I'd love to see!! And may I add one more (maybe lowkey controversial idk) opinion but I feel like few people were too quickly to judge when c!techno said he doesn't know why dream was there,, like,, man never did shit to him what did you expect ffkfnfkfk they only really had a small conflict in their needs/opinions when c!techno was partnered with c!tommy and even then he was willing to drop it for the favor. c!techno is such a lawful character to like his owns morals and ideals it's so interesting to see!! He will do what he promises and follow his believes no matter what other ppl say and I really enjoy seeing him constantly follow this path tbh!! But again, that could always be just me being a techno apologist but his character is just really cool for me, especially personality wise.

Btw if you're free to rant about ur latest masterpiece, I would love to know the thought behind each one of their masks, if u have any to share !! 🧨

my bet is on the statis chamber being used first as well but i just really want to see a prison break in, cause what's the point of having a prison plot without at least one big break in/out ya know? and man c!quackity's about to have another dentist visit huh 😔 and the line about lying on techno's birthday ties so well as a set up with what's happening. about being the comedic character i saw someone compare c!techno to deadpool and it clicked to me why i'm not at all bothered as some others seem to be when it comes to the joking nature of c!techno, because i'm used to this type of characters from reading comics sgdhks but like with how dark the smp's story can get i feel like a character that doesn't treat everything 100% seriously all the time is very needed and that's why i enjoy c!techno so much. and god i hope we will get some good old fashioned training arc, just to sprinkle in more anime references to the bleach basement. and like with c!techno and c!dream interactions, what did y'all expect?? their interactions thus far have been positive. it's probably the sbi fanon leaking into how some perceive the canon and the metagaming but with how much techno goes about reciprocity, dream saving his life, overall them allying a good amount of times and c!techno not knowing about shit that's happening outside his cozy cabin of course he will act friendly towards c!dream. we will see if that changes if he learns about the shit that dream has done but looking at his reaction to c!tommy's death i wouldn't hold my breath for a serious change in that aspect sgsj and yeah!! c!techno being so lawful to his beliefs is a trait i really enjoy seeing.

and about my latest drawing i was just sketching around and the boom. the thought of the syndicate break in popped into my head so i wanted to draw something with them and since it's supposed to be a secret organization my brain automatically went to the conclusion that the syndicate wearing masks would make the most sense and because i already draw c!techno with a piglin skull for a mask the obvious route was to base the masks on skulls too. so i went with a crow for phil (of course), cat for niki (bc her mc skin has cat ears and i don't draw them as a part of the character design), enderman for ranboo (based on how i tend to draw the mob) and not included in the drawing but techno has a pig mask to match the rest of them!!

[yoongsisbae]

Babe! The xxx stream was so good!! (Tho like everything you write is good so I'm not surprised) I honestly cackled at the like cognitive dissonance that Taehyung had at that line where he gets mad that yoongi did the same thing with the bids that he was doing. Also! The entire stream scene was so hot and the thing with keeping the legs up was so creative! Also (2) ! Like I cant belive I'm saying this but that mightve been the most manipulative we've seen yoongi in this universe which is wild considering how manipulative he is in general! Esp since this is before yn even leaves the website like I thought that maybe some of his possessiveness and stuff came from the fact that she left but nah he's just *like that*. Also (3) I was surprised that Taehyung seemed ok with sharing screenshots with the others considering how possessive he gets cause like it seems like he only offered with yoongi as a way to get what he wanted but with jk I'm curious if it was in exchange for smth, or he doesn't mind sharing since they're close, or of he just doesn't consider jk a threat... tho ig thinking about it now he doesn't mind sharing either rm at the party so maybe he's just like that as long as he knows he'll be involved?

Oof sorry didn't mean to make it that long lol❣

Thank you 🥺 that was one of the hardest stories I had to write like how the fuck am I supposed to make this hot when they are not even in the same room together 🤬🤬

Yes! It’s a power play, in his mind he’s thinking, ‘look, without my much deeper relationship with y/n you would have never gotten to see these photos, every time you look at her you better be thanking me,’ because tae was putting in the work, unlike JK who never really developed a relationship with y/n apart from a typical viewer/streamer until meeting in person.

Of course Tae would rather have you all to himself 😉 but he recognizes that would cause a bunch of shit to go down and he doesn’t really want to go through that with his friends/colleagues, he’s a lover not a fighter remember? 😋 The issue is really Yoongi (and Jungkook later on in the story) who doesn’t want to share and thus causes all this tension and fighting amongst them.

Yoongi is bad bad 🥲🥲 but I can’t say he is the most manipulative out of everyone 🤫🤫 Don’t apologize make it longer I loved it!! Thank you so much for the commentary 💗💗

[larryloverinfinity]

Okay but seriously... what’s your take on the fucking kid?? Like if zigi isn’t real what’s all that about?

Honestly? The pregnancy was sus to begin with. Even before the announcement broke out, I felt it in my bones that there was going to be a pregnancy scandal coming out.

Why? Because the way I saw it, it was going to be the perfect story. “Z and I were together for the entire quarantine thus letting us to try and start up our family” but the fact that she supposedly got pregnant before the start of quarantine leaves a lot of questions that don’t make sense.

But the fact that I managed to call it ahead of time even left me laughing because of how transparent they were. All in all though, my intuition has always been right.

But alas, I’m open minded. So I’ll explain you logic on how her being pregnant is plausible yet odd, and how it could be fake because I can see it both ways.

She was actually pregnant route.

The pregnancy was odd to begin with. And the way she handled it was also odd in itself. You’re telling me a girl with quote on quote “hoshimoto” disease managed to get knocked up early on in her modeling career when people with that disease need to pre plan their pregnancy ahead of time because of how hard it is to carry? And the fact that it could be potentially life threatening for her? And she was out there horseback riding when again, her disease makes it all high risk? I don’t know about you, but whether or not I’m an experienced rider, I wouldn’t want to jepordize my kid or my life.

Not to mention that she was seeing that Tyler dude at the time when the whole conception was done. (There’s also rumors of her seeing her friend because of some pap pictures of them potentially kissing) If Z and her had a one night fling and managed to get knocked up, vs during all the years where they actually WERE supposedly dating is shit luck in itself if she wasn’t planning on getting pregnant any time soon. OR a miracle that she didn’t have to go through the burden of trying to conceive like again, many others who sadly suffer the disease go through.

All this says to me is that she was either lucky/or she was fucked. Either way, it opens up an old can of worms with the hoshimoto disease she supposedly suffers being complete bullshit all along from the start since she claimed to having it when that whole Coke scandal took place. Plus again. When you have that disease you BLOAT up. You don’t LOSE weight like she did. So with that being said if we’re going for the “she was actually pregnant route” she was totally lying about the disease the entire time and that’s why she managed to get pregnant without even trying. Just sucks for her that it happened during a time where they were broken up and she was just seeing someone else. Kinda ruins her good girl image.

PLUS the date of the conception was done at a time where both her and Z were no where near the same place together. How do we know this? Because the whole month of the alleged conceiving that came from her has dated pap pictures that were released of them being at different places around the world.

So with all this basic logic, and giving her the benefit of the doubt of her really being pregnant is that:

Zayn is NOT the dad.

Now let’s go for the fake pregnancy route.

Her stomach changing sizes from small to large then back to small constantly over the months leading up to the birth. Missing birth marks and DISAPPEARING through thin air birth marks from a video she HERSELF posted.

Then weird dents and outlines of her stomach under clothes where it would meet to her breast area while not wearing a bra being indication of a potential fake prosthetic. And those things can be scarily real. Like the one Penelope Cruz wore for a movie.

Her horse back riding and consuming drinks and foods you shouldn’t be consuming while being pregnant. Especially in such a high risk pregnancy.

Them announcing the pregnancy when I believe she was 5 months along which is a disasterous point because there was still a potential miscarriage in that period especially when her “hoshimoto” disease amplifying it. (We all know about the Mariah Carey situation that occurred on Ellen.)

The fact that she conveniently got pregnant right when the pandemic started and quarantine took place where there would be no paps AND no modeling gigs but just in time to restart her gigs and runway walks for after she gave birth. 

The fact that the news broke out a DAY before her interview with Jimmy Fallon. How convenient.

The fact that she said she wasn’t going to publicize her pregnancy but right away she does a live stream to promote her vogue book and she knew everyone was going to be watching to see her stomach and she had it all out in the open gaining more views.

Zayn never talked about the pregnancy ONCE. She was getting massive trolls yet all he would do was make sure to go on Twitter and tweet about video games and boxing.

After giving birth its funny how they waited till the day Zayn was trending world wide about his new song drop to announce that she had the kid a few days ago just so the attention could go to her.

Right after giving birth instead of staying home and being safe she decided to go to the grocery store in a PANDEMIC. The fact that we know this because of the security cameras that showed them. Which is by the way illegal to share. And the fact that they knew who they were is also amusing to me since I highly doubt that the person managing the security cameras knew it was two celebrities walking in to the store without a tip. (plus Z’s tatts were purposely displayed just to make SURE it was him)

She yet again during a pandemic goes out SHOPPING with her kid at a store.

She yet again goes out in the middle of NEW YORK IN PUBLIC OUTSIDE IN THE COLD AND WHERE THE CITY IS AT A RED HIGH ALERT OF CASES with her kid.

Oh and the fact that Zayn was trending world wide again about his story on IG and Yolanda decided that out of all days to post a supposed throwback of when they found out about them having a girl. Which doesn’t fit because supposedly her birthday was a double thing to work the gender reveal as well.

So either in this case the pregnancy was fake because of the reasons I listed above.

Or if you still want to believe it wasn’t fake and it is Z’s then her disease was a bullshit lie, and she’s an awful mom putting her child at risk since the start and is using her for promo reasons.

Oh and add on. If you still think this is all a reach, celebrities have confirmed to faking pregnancies. It’s not a rare occurrence. People have come out about it, and there’s always been accusations being done like on Tom Cruise.

But anyways,

Pick your choosing. I could care less.