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Ive never used tiktok a lot but I do have the app downloaded because I liked to use it to edit videos for instagram + it was convenient for watching the tiktoks other people sent me.
Today I opened the app out of curiosity, since I know the ban has taken effect. I wondered if it just wouldn’t open or if I would see the same message other people have been getting about the servers being unavailable in the United States.
However, strangely, TikTok opened and allowed me to watch ONE video, in which two guys simply dance and lipsync to Sorry For Party Rocking by LMFAO.
Oh, I thought, it’s still letting me watch videos. But wait. I couldn’t scroll. It was just Sorry For Party Rocking. The only tiktok left. Like LMFAO in the early 2000s, TikTok itself was earnestly apologizing. For Party Rocking.
Then I got the message that locked me out permanently and this is the only evidence I have

#veesaysthings#insane experience I’m almost like. it has to be intentional.#but so far I have not seen anyone who has also seen sorry for party rocking the harbinger of TikTok death#tiktok#tiktok ban
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Hey, can I request some Toji, please? 👉🏻👈🏻 having sex with him after an argument and silent treatment for several days, but not like wild fucking, but kinda intimate and passionate 😔 like imagine you finally make up after an argument and he missed you soooo much and he want to kiss everywhere, look you in the eyes and praise the hell out of you 🥺
Damn, I need soft Toji bad 😭 wish you a great day 🫶🏻

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: arguing!? make up sex!?!? with soft dom toji!!??? ahhhhhhh—
⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: soft dom! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - implied argument + make-up sex - kissing/making out - Daddy kink - oral (m! + f! receiving) - fingering (f! receiving) - breast fondling + nipple play - anvil/mating press + spooning positions - cockwarming - praise - unprotected sex - multiple orgasms - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, sweet baby, sweetie) - Toji being whipped + missing you, i'm so soft - itty bitty angst in beginning + fluff on SMUT on fluff - mention os spit/drool.
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Toji didn’t like having arguments with you. They made you distant from him, pushed him away, and he’ll feel like utter shit until things subside after kissing and making up. And when the tension between you lasts for an entire week? Oh, that makes him experience a new gut-wrenching definition of guilt.
Avoiding him is a torture he doesn’t want from you — oh, he can’t stand it. When you use the shower in the morning after he uses it in the nighttime, when your eyes don’t acknowledge his existence, or when you sleep far into your side of the bed with your back to him while he’s in a state of unease trying to find sleep without your warmth on him.
A whole week of nothing but side glances and avoiding being in the same place as him, especially in your shared apartment. With every passing day, the pressure growing felt like you two were drifting apart — something Toji would never want between you. He already lost one love of his life; the mere thought of losing another was strong enough to have his stomach drop.
It drives him so fucking crazy, especially when you’re in the kitchen washing dishes, Megumi and Tsumiki are at a sleepover, and him on the living room couch, supposedly watching sports highlights. But he can’t; his thoughts are too occupied reflecting on you — missing you. God, did he miss you — so fucking much that he shuts the television off and walks to the kitchen with a purpose.
He brings you in with an embrace, spooking the daylights out of you that you almost jumped. You thank your stars you were done washing the dishes by the time he came around, or else he’d give you another thing to be mad about. “J-Jesus, Toji…! Scaring me like that, what are you—“
“I’m sorry.”
Two words — that’s all it takes to silence you, and your body stiffens in his hold. Toji takes this time to indulge in having you in his arms after such a break, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your abdomen and his face buried in the crook of your neck. The way your breath hitches at his lips on your shoulder, he kisses the skin exposed from your tank top. Fuck, you make him go insane.
“I don’t want us like this, baby,” he proceeds, sighing deeply when his hand creeps to your wet one to grasp. “Pushin’ you away from me like this, it’s drivin’ me crazy. Don’t avoid me because of dumb shit I did or said.” You were listening intently; the TV was off, so there’s no way you’d be ignorant enough to close him off. But you didn’t say anything yet, making the raven-haired man keep going. “This silent treatment, it’s fuckin’ with me; sleepin’ far on one side with y’r back to me, taking showers at different times, and not looking at me in the eye…” A kiss to the neck has you breathing cautiously. “Makes me think I’m losin’ you, and I don’t want that. So….I’m sorry.”
He can’t lie; the stillness between you two has him anxious, barely keeping it together and fighting the quiver of his fingers from showing. He nearly misses your signal — slapping his forearm wrapped around your stomach. Toji loosens his hold on you, and you turn around to face him. It feels like it’s been forever since the last time your eyes were on his for more than a second, and he freezes at the touch of your hands cupping his face.
“You’d never lose me, Toji,” you say to him in a whisper so the world doesn’t intervene with this moment. You bring your face to him to kiss the scar on his lip and return the hug. “And I’m sorry, too.”
There’s hesitance when he circles his arms around your waist again, but your frame on him gradually puts him at ease. “Sorry ‘bout what?”
You peer up at him with your chin on his chest. Goddamn, your beauty was unreal. “For not apologizing sooner.”
Toji hums with an aimless nod. “So,” he brings a hand to cup your cheek, and you lean to his touch. “Are we cool?” You nod with a smile. “Good.”
You repeat. “Good.”
A few seconds go by when his viridian orbs are locked in with yours before his face draws in close. “I missed you…”
Your eyes instinctively close. “I miss—Mmm.”
Your sentence is cut off at the contact of his lips on yours, asking for permission by laying himself onto you more and licking your bottom lip. With your hands enveloping his neck, you open your mouth to receive him. A moan slips out when he pushes his tongue gently, the hand on your cheek coming around to hold you by the back of your head.
The kiss gets hot and steamier with every peck, the hand on your waist slithering down to grope your ass hiding inside your leggings. You wail as your frame hits the sink, and Toji uses this to cage you into him. A strong leg comes in between yours, having you essentially ride him as you lovingly suck his tongue. And it gets intense when he slams his face to yours, taking in your sweet noises that poke him to make more.
Sounds of lips smacking together fill the kitchen space, and your hands find their way inside his sweatshirt to roam over his back. And Toji loves your touch on him; how he yearned to feel your fingers on his skin again.
Oxygen is needed to carry on, so he breaks the kiss for you both to breathe. Heavy pants are shared at the union of your foreheads pressing together. You huff prettily with hooded eyes up to him, unveiling a smile as your fingers play with the black strands on his nape.
“I missed you, too, Toji." You finally say to him, sealing the fate for what’s to happen into the night.
“Hahhh, fuck, keep suckin’ me like that, mama…Shit, I missed this.”
You two are now in the comfort of your shared bedroom, no longer acting like strangers in your bed. Hands and lips show no interest in being away from bodies; Toji, in particular, uses this time to get his calloused hands drunk on feeling your curves, dents, and skin.
And you’re on the same boat, placing soft kisses on whatever place you can find. His lips, his clavicle, sneaking inside his sweatshirt to tweak and lick his nipples before trailing down to the dent of his sweats. Pulling the pants down sprung out his hard-on, and you feverishly greet his cock with your mouth.
Toji gets lost in the sensation of your lips and tongue, gripping the sheets at his dick and being swallowed whole into your warm throat. Fuck, you were so good at this, using your hands to stroke him as you sucked his glans harshly while gingerly massaging his balls. Your humming on him feels so good that his hand goes to your head to steady himself.
“Fucking Christ,” he curses under his breath, and his hips jerk to create friction. He wants to come so bad, stuff your face with his dick, and pump his load into you. But no, not right now. He taps your cheek, and you bat your eyes at him. “Mmm, c’mon, sweetie. Let’s switch.”
You take out his cock from your mouth and a string of saliva sticks to you and his cockhead. “But you didn’t—“
“Don’t worry; I will later,” he squishes your cheeks, wiping spit from the corners of your lips. And he means that because being one with you is what he wants more than anything tonight.
But before that, he needs to have you be prepared for him. After all, it has been a week.
“—Ahhhh, ahhhh, Tojiii, I just came…!”
“There you go, baby,” his baritone voice rocked to your core, his tongue licking and sucking the skin of your inner thigh. “Keep makin’ a mess for me...”
He nestled between your legs, his mouth stuffed in the proximity of your cunt that’s been orally stimulated for the past few minutes now. All for the sake of prep, yet Toji missed being close to your vagina like this, sucking your slick with ease.
Fuck, your taste in his buds was nearly nostalgic. It all felt familiar — felt right. His tongue swirled around your labia to make you whimper, shoving it inside your entrance to essentially fuck you on his tongue, resulting in pretty screams as you grab tuffs of raven hair. And since you just came, your legs trembled with sensitivity, trying to close your legs to shield yourself.
But that’s not what’s happening tonight, not with Toji. His hands easily hold your legs by the back of your knees, exposing your beautiful, soapy chaos of a chasm to him for him to enjoy. His face is so crowded between your legs and folds that his nose bumps and presses to the hood of your clit. You cry at his hold on you, forced to take whatever his tongue gives you.
“Moohhh, hooohh, To’jiiiii,” you’re shrieking when he laps on your clitoris, and your frame jolts from the onslaught. “Stooohhhpp! I can’t…!”
“Yes, you can,” he removes himself from your slit, licking your essence plastered on his scarred lips. Toji rests his head on the thigh where his hand is massaging. A low chortle leaves him when you shake your head, sneaking his free hand to your cunt where his middle and forefinger insert efficiently. You gasp sharply, and his thick digits go to work. “Don’t tell Daddy you can’t, sweet baby; I need you to be all wet for me.”
The title he uses on himself has your walls twitch on him. “Hahhh, I’m wet enough…Ohoo!!”
“Aht, aht, none of that,” he coos while pressing a thumb on your clit, and you wail at him as he makes circles on your bud. “Gotta have you all ready for me…” The squelches of his fingers exploring your insides are hot to hear. Fucking Christ, Toji couldn’t get enough of you, trying to fight the urge to plunge his mouth back on your cunt when you smell too good to resist.
His eyes flickered back to your face when you shudder at the scrape of his blunt fingertips on your velvety texture. “D-Daddyyy, I’m gonna cummm…”
You make him snicker. “Yeah? You gonna cum?” He takes his tongue and runs an excruciatingly sluggish lick to your clit; it has you gripping the sheets. “Gonna make a mess on Daddy again, pretty thing?” You nod hastily with a chewed lip, fuck you looked so cute being desperate for him. He removes his finger with a deep sigh. “Mmm, ‘kay, stay still fr’ me, baby.”
You find that impossible as he descends back to your leaking slit to lick and suck like crazy, his hands on your hips to keep your writhing figure from escaping the older man sucking on your nectar. Christ, you tasted so good, his jaw wet from pushing his face further in to have more of you in his mouth as possible, chasing you to ride out another orgasm for him to drink on.
He’d make you cum for the second time that night. Something you know is essential as you’re soon bent on your back, your legs to the air supported by his shoulders, and constant wails fly out your slippery lips and bounce the walls of your bedroom. You can only thank the Lord that the kids are not home right now…
“Hmaahh! Nhhaahh!! Daddyyyy, Daddyy….! Too much, I’m ‘oo full—Oooo!”
“Hghh! Hhhshiiiit, this pussy…! Try’na milk me dry, huh, sweet thing…”
Clothes have long been discarded to the bedroom floor, and the ceiling lights turned off for the natural lighting of the moon to shower the space, Toji’s nude, powerful body on top of yours as he pistons his cock into you at an irregular pace. Sweat keeps the strands of his bangs sticking to his forehead, and hoarse grunts evade him with every dig of his dick venturing inside you.
The position helps him go deep into the places both you and he can’t reach, his fat girth stretching your entrance and the tip stimulating your G-spot with grazes to your vaginal walls. His jabs become more accurate when he adds his weight onto you, caging you between him and the mattress to have your chasm tighten around him more. You howl, clenching on his length at every scratch of your sensitive areas. And it doesn’t help the fact he drives himself down to the hilt, balls deep into your creamy cunt.
“Tahhh, ohhhh, good God,” your eyes shut, taking out the sense of seeing to indulge in the others. The many sensations coursing through your fatigued frame are borderline addicting — given the fact that this is the fourth time Toji’s making you come. You’re practically drowning in the scene; any more than this, you’re bound to turn into actual putty.
Toji taps your cheek to have you open your eyelids for him. “Hey, mama,” your heart skipped at his handsome, disheveled look. Emerald eyes capture your gaze, and the smirk on his face lifts the scar. “Watch how good y’re takin’ me.”
Your stare travels down to where your sex is joined with his, white fluids exiting out of you and making a ring around the base of his shaft. You can sense the come from the round prior trailing down to the crevice of your ass; so fucking dirty. It all looked so erotic and forbidden to the eyes, throbbing on him a lot more.
“Daddy, please—Mmmph!”
“What, sweetie,” his hips change to an intermittent rhythm, evoking more cries to escape your pretty lips. He examines every feature in your expression, admiring how sexy you look under his bow. “Tell Daddy what you want.”
It hurts to think, but you try to muster a response despite your head going through such a haze. “Let me c’mmm on you, pleaseee!”
“Good girl,” he stops moving his pelvis to maneuver, standing on his knees, removing your legs from his shoulder to lie them down. Toji then comes from behind you, scooping you to his side for your body to mush with his in for a cuddle. You gasp at him inserting his cock back in, humming at the stretch of his girth that fills you up and scrapes your upper wall.
Toji returns his pelvis in thrusting motions, and your head rests on his forearm. The push of his dick grinding against your velvety texture has you squeaking in high pitches, a hand finding purchase on his rocking hip.
“Fuck,” he observes you, looking so effortlessly gorgeous by his side — he missed this so fucking bad, having you near him like it’s where you belonged. The hand you’re resting on comes around to cup your breast, fondling the mound lovingly, which makes you arch to him more. His free hand brings your chin to him, “So fuckin’ beautiful fr’ me, baby…”
The kiss makes you clamp onto him tighter, and Toji reacts by dialing the speed. He trails his lips to your cheek and the crook of your neck to lay more kisses and suck on your skin. The hand on your breast squeezes it, occasionally pressing down on your nipple with his forefinger. Yet it doesn’t distract you from the constant stimulation of your G-spot, screaming and toes curling from the diligent strokes against the wall of your vagina.
Your brain turns into mush, spit coming down your agape lips, and your brows furrow while Toji squishes your cheeks. “Ohhh, Daddy, right thereeee, I’m so close…!”
“Me too, sweetie, a lil’ bit more…—Aiishh!” He can feel it, his length pulsating inside you when your orgasms climb together. He brings your mouth back to his, taking your delicious screams when your bodies lock in together to climax.
A few more harsh thrusts to your ass, and Toji spurts his load into you, sinking into the pleasurable sensation of your folds contracting around his girth. Your hand scratches his hip, muffled howls taken by him while the hand on your breast sneaks away to grasp your hand, fingers intertwining to seek connectedness.
Quivering bodies soon calm down when the wave of their finish is finally gone, and you two sigh deep into a passionate kiss. It breaks with a soft noise while he nibbles on your lip before letting go. “Toji,” you said his name in stifles, your hand caressing his sweaty cheek.
The older man huffs, placing his hot palm on your cheek to stroke in return. “Yeah, mama?”
“Sleep,” you demanded with a sigh, fatigued eyes and trenched brows. The single word has you both chuckling in the hot air between you before he kisses you gently one last time. Exhaustion takes over you both, Toji bringing the comforter to put around your bodies, laying his head on the pillows as you rest yours on his arm, your hand still held with his.
His free hand guides you to be pressed up against him, his cock still inside your creamy cunt. He’s comforted by the snug of your walls and the flesh of your body molding with his hot, sturdy frame. Sleepy green eyes go to the creek of the curtains covering the bedroom window. “Maybe we outta argue more often.”
He knew that would make you giggle; the faint rise and fall of your shoulder is highlighted by the moonlight creeping through the window. “Good night, Toji.” The way you said his name sounded like a spell, closing his eyes at the somnolent tone.
“Night, baby.”

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nurse ᥫ᭡ a.ness
alexis ness gets injured from soccer. kaiser taking him home, he spends the day under your care
𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 fill the room, the soccer player has yet to get comfortable on his couch. His right leg propped up after suffering a terrible injury. Kaiser just stands there, staring at his misery, bouncing his leg up and down impatiently.
“When are they gonna come?” The blue haired man asked, “Waiting all day isn’t exactly my specialty, Alexis.”
The shorter man quickly comes to your defense. Forgetting his injury, he abruptly gets up, but he then almost screams in pain with the stress on his knee. Keys then fiddle with the door outside, prompting Kaiser to dash to the location. You sprint pass the tall man to get to (your favorite) German. Kneeling in front of the couch, you examine his knee with concern.
“Are you okay? I heard a noise from outside.” You question your lover.
He grunts for a moment but responds with that sweet voice of his, “Of course, meine hübsche.” (my pretty)
You give a small chuckle as you stare at his leg more intently, using your experience as a nurse to tend to your boyfriend. You ask the normal questions; did you take your medicine, how’s the pain 1-10, etc. After caring for your partner, you notice a tall figure still standing in front of the door.
“This is disgusting, I’m leaving.” Is all Kaiser said before he makes his departure. You have no idea how your angel of a boyfriend ever even liked that demon. Not trying to toot your own horn here but… you like to say you take much better care of him than Kaiser ever will.
“You okay, beautiful?” Ness asked, it only melts your heart more. This guy could literally beat up a person and you would just stare with big red hearts as eyes, it was so cartoonish your love for him. What was even more silly was his love for you. He would turn the world upside down, left and right, and end it if you gave him the word. It truly came out of a fairytale – his everlasting love for you. Some called it like a dog and master, but it was much more. If it truly was dog and master, you would be the unconditional loving dog who worshiped Ness, you would do just as crazy a thing for him just as he would for you. It was a mutual insane obsession, some might call it unhealthy, you guys called it love.
You only smile at him and give a chaste kiss to his cute forehead, making sure to get straight in the middle. You travel over to your kitchen – one that you rarely used when Ness is over as he always suggested going on a date to a fancy restaurant, but now here you are making your best to imitate the cuisine from his favorite German restaurant. If Ness was gonna spend the next couple weeks on your couch, isolated from the world, he was gonna get the best food he got since his birth.
You sang delightfully in tune with the song, Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana del Rey played on the speaker. Cooking some meat, Ness layed there, staring at the most ethereal person attempt to cook him a five star meal (you would fail but he wouldn’t tell you). God he wish he could capture this moment on his camera so he could keep a physical copy, but he supposes a phone will do.
After eating a sweet treat for dessert (which ended up being ice cream because somehow you fucked up the original dessert). You hold Ness on your shoulder, traveling to your room so you have easier access to him in the middle of the night. Unsurprisingly being extremely heavy, it takes a while before you settle your boyfriend on the bed.
“Wait here, I have to get the kit.” You state before heading to the restroom. It only takes a few seconds but you come back with gauze and other materials to rebandage the injury. No words are said as you focus on his knee, with the silence saying everything that's needed. Ness once again oogles at your focused state, making him question if he should visit you at work more often. Phantom hearts fill his eyes, thoughts of you caring for him, this time with a ring on your finger flood his mind. He wonders if he should start getting injured more – but then you would have to worry more and he doesn’t want that. However, seeing you here, with the soft orange light from the lamp capturing your features beautifully. He feels like home here, maybe he will move in with you next month. After all, no house is a home without your presence to warm it.
Putting the kit back, you come back to bed with pajamas. You guys set your TV on a show, and although you don’t particularly find it entertaining, hearing Ness laugh next to you is a more than good enough reason to keep it running.
And when the lights go off, when it’s just you two in the dark in your bed – that's when most of the memories happen, the talks, the jokes, the moments of adoration of the other, where one could stare at the other’s resting figure and recollect the day. Where you two laugh at Ness’s new lockscreen of you cooking peacefully in the kitchen.
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ˑ 𖥻 did you know, music can be a form of manifestation?
learn this from my good sis @serephos , but did you know this?
the music you listen to on a daily, has forms of affirmations and can be used as manifestation.
What do I mean by this? Let me teach you.
almost every artist you listen to puts affirmations into their music—sometimes subtly hidden, other times boldly placed front and center.
The lyrics are crafted to draw you in, resonating deeply with your emotions and experiences.
The beats are designed to be addictive, creating rhythms that linger in your mind.
The catchy, relatable songs you stream daily carry messages that your subconscious absorbs without you even realizing it.
The affirmations, embedded in the music, become a part of your internal dialogue, influencing your thoughts and keeping you hooked.
Need examples? Let me show you. Let’s take Beyoncé’s - Renaissance album as my example.
This album is FULL of affirmations placed in front of people and nobody seems to realize it.

“I”. “I”. That “I”. Word. YOU. YOUU. You ARE that girl. YOU touch everything in your plain view.
The song “I’m That Girl” is a powerful anthem of self-confidence and unapologetically embracing who you are, no matter how others perceive you. The repeated use of “I” throughout the song creates a first-person narrative, directly addressing and affirming you as the listener.
This intentional perspective places you at the center, reminding you that you are the one who defines and decides your identity. The song empowers you to own your individuality without compromise. As your subconscious mind absorbs the repeated “I,” it aligns with your self-perception, helping you manifest your unique power and confidence into reality.
It’s more than a song; it’s an affirmation set to music, reshaping the way you see yourself with every beat.
Example 2.) Cozy. This song is so FULL. Of affirmation’s for yourself it’s insane.




You’re. You. I. EVERYTHING IS FOR YOU. YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS. THIS ALBUM IS FULL OF AFFIRMATIONS THAT CAN BE USED FOR LOA.
the song “Cozy” is a vibrant declaration of self-love, confidence, and embracing every part of yourself—flaws, strengths, and all. it celebrates individuality and self-acceptance in the most empowering way, reminding you that your value doesn’t come from anyone else’s validation but your own.
the lyrics are affirmations of being comfortable in your own skin, speaking directly to the listener. as phrases like “comfortable in my skin” and “I’m cozy” repeat, your subconscious begins to internalize these declarations. the song works as a rhythmic mantra, gently but powerfully shifting your perspective toward self-appreciation.
with every beat, “Cozy” teaches you to stand tall in your truth, to love your layers, and to find beauty in all the parts of yourself. It’s a celebration of resilience and the warmth of unapologetic authenticity—an anthem for owning exactly who you are.
when i tell people this album saved my life, they look at me crazy. but when you truly listen to the affirms used in these songs .
renaissance will forever be my favorite album ever released.
look closely at the lyrics of your favorite artist, and pay attention to the ones that resonate deeply with you. these are the words that spark something inside—a sense of familiarity, motivation, or even transformation. lyrics often hold affirmations hidden in plain sight, crafted to connect with your subconscious mind.
those lines that stick with you, that you replay over and over? they’re not just catchy; they’re powerful. they can shape your mindset, reinforce beliefs, and subtly influence how you see yourself and the world. whether it’s a line about confidence, self-love, or resilience, these words plant seeds in your mind that grow every time you listen.
Your favorite songs are more than music—they’re a reflection of what your heart and soul need to hear. Focus on those lyrics, and let them guide you toward the energy you want to embody.
lux out. be forever yourself and keep manifesting. 🤍🪷
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All of Kelpie's possibly controversial shifting opinions and why shifting isn't "working" for you


I've been in the shifting community for almost four to five years now (it's insane), and I feel this makes me qualified enough to share a few shifting-centered opinions I've formed over the years. In no way, shape, or form am I saying you have to agree with these, nor does it matter to me if you don't. I hope you can agree with at least a handful of them, though.
Firstly, shifting without effort is much harder than shifting with effort. I'm not saying shifting without effort is impossible—this would be contradictory, since the times I have shifted were either low effort or accidental—but what I am saying is that putting in extra effort makes seeing results so much more likely. I can count on my hands and toes the number of times I’ve genuinely laid down and attempted to shift since I found out about shifting. For the past four-ish years, lying down and doing the "intention" method has gotten me three or four mini-shifts and one full shift. I bet that if I had taken the time to put all my energy and thought into actually shifting, I could have reached the hundreds by now. So, if you've been doing the same thing for years, there's a good chance that’s why shifting isn’t "working" for you. To sum up this point: If you want results and want them consistently, put in the effort. If you’re okay with your results being irregular and inconsistent, that’s fine too.
This is a very hot take within the shifting community, but I don’t like the idea of getting rid of the label "mini-shifts." This is for two reasons: the whole "you’re always shifting" mindset and the usefulness of the term itself. The idea that there’s no such thing as a mini-shift constantly comes up when I discuss my shifting experiences, but the term "mini-shift" is extremely helpful in describing the differences between my shifts to my DRs. Yes, a mini-shift is still a shift, but keeping the term helps distinguish between the two because they are super different experiences. The term simply refers to the shift itself being a miniature event and is strictly about the time spent there.
This is often paired with the "you’re always shifting" mindset, which I don’t agree with. If you’re using this phrase to mean "every attempt shifts you to a reality where you’re closer," then yes, a hundred percent. However, I don’t believe in the idea that going to a store and choosing an apple over an orange means you’ve shifted to the "apple reality" instead of the reality where you chose an orange. I understand where this concept is supposed to lead, but it’s not something I believe in. If you do, though, that’s okay.
Now, onto race changing. Even if I tried from the depths of my soul—reached all the way down and rearranged stuff—I could not find a single care to give about this subject (same with age changing, but I’ll get to that later). As a WOC, I do not care what race you are in your desired reality. End of story. It doesn’t affect me if you change your race in your DR, and I don’t have the energy to tell you that you shouldn’t. At the end of the day, no one from this reality is in that reality with you. Am I Black here? Yes. Will I remain Black here? Yes. Is there a reality where I’m not? Probably. Will I go there? No. But that’s just because I wouldn’t feel comfortable changing my race in my DR. This isn’t to say I’m pro-race changing or anything, but if that’s what you want to do in a reality I have no access to, go nuts, buddy.
Now, age changing. I do not care if someone ages themselves up. If you’re aging yourself up from 14 to 29, go ahead. I’m not your mother, and everything you do in your desired reality is your decision to make. On the flip side, if you’re aging yourself down from, say, 31 to 17 to be in your favorite show as a teenager, like The Vampire Diaries, this seems to be the more controversial aspect within the shifting community. In my humble opinion, it really shouldn’t be. You can be any age you want in YOUR reality. It’s a hundred percent up to you to decide how you customize your avatar in your DR.
Lastly, "gatekeeping" S/Os. It is a hundred percent okay to feel jealous when someone is also shifting for your significant other. Personally, I hate when people are shifting for one of my boyfriends, so when I see content like that, the creator is swiftly blocked. I don’t understand why this became such a giant argument within different shifting communities, especially shifting Discords. You do not have to interact with people you don’t want to. So, if someone is shifting for your partner, BLOCK THEM. On the other hand, going onto someone’s page and commenting or messaging them that they are "your partner" is weird and extremely embarrassing.
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Jumping in the Deep End 🐇🕳️💛
So there’s sth else I noticed related to the Gracie rabbit hole I’ve fallen down that I haven’t mentioned yet bc I feel crazy saying it but I’ve already said a lot of insane stuff lately so fuck it. But before u read this post I do recommend reading this other analysis I wrote as well as this post first bc it’ll make everything make more sense. Ok continuing….
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Not long after The Secret of Us was released on June 21, I watched this interview that was uploaded the day the album was released where Gracie texts her fans. One of the first things I noticed was how Gracie suspiciously looks straight at the camera as she makes a typo which I mentioned in the analysis I just linked, but another thing that caught my attention was that one of the fans is named Aimee (3:06 mark in the vid). I thought this was a little strange bc Aimee isn’t really the typical spelling of that name, it’s usually spelled like this instead, Amy. But even more strange was that the day after this interview was uploaded, June 22, Taylor just so happened to play thanK you aIMee as one of the surprise songs in London. What an interesting coincidence!

June 22 was a big deal bc it was Midsummer Day which celebrates daylight. This is likely why Gracie made yellow 💛 the main color of the album and chose to release it on June 21, Midsummer Eve—bc this album is abt a coming out journey (see these posts for more on that: x, x, x, x, x, x, x). And if you look at the text “Aimee” sends, it sounds like sth an artist would ask another artist rather than a typical fan question. Aimee specifically asks abt her creative process which is a very artist thing to do. So basically all that to say I wouldn’t be surprised if Aimee was actually Taylor and this text was also an easter egg for us to find just like the intentional glitches and typos.
If this text was in fact from Taylor, I believe the purpose of it may have been to lead us down the Gracie rabbit hole where we could find endless cross references between Gracie’s music and Taylor’s music. If you watch the music videos for those 3 songs Aimee mentions and listen to the lyrics, they could easily be interpreted as being abt Taylor’s secret relationship w this korner of the internet that is almost like the Hanging Gardens of Babylon bc there’s no tangible proof it ever existed but there is a lot of folklore surrounding it and the story has been passed down and become a myth. “Wonder if you regret the secret of us.” I believe these 3 songs could be from Taylor’s perspective. And to go even further w it (fair warning, this is where we really go off the deep end), I think it’s very possible that not just these songs are abt this secret relationship, but most of Gracie’s songs bc all of them reference each other and have lyrical and visual parallels to each other much like Taylor’s songs (see this post).
Now I want to make it very clear: Gracie is her own person w her own talents outside of Taylor. I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea or think I’m trying to undermine Gracie’s artistry or give all the credit to Taylor. And I also don’t think this secret relationship was the only inspiration for these songs since it’s very clear Gracie uses her own personal experiences and feelings, and I believe she could be writing abt more than one muse or from more than one person’s perspective in each song, similar to how in hoax Taylor sings abt 3 different relationships simultaneously. I am simply trying to point out the insane amount of parallels between Gracie and Taylor’s music that I think are too abundant to simply chalk up to coincidence. And I’m not saying that my interpretations are for sure the right ones, I could definitely be wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time. This is just a fun clown theory that I think is worth considering.
So going back to those 3 songs in the text—Mess It Up, I know it won’t work, The Bottom—I wanted to do an analysis on them and the mvs bc I think the reason why “Aimee” might’ve been pointing us to those specific songs and mvs is bc they are an important part of this coming out story. Plus the specific symbolism and imagery used in the songs can be cross referenced w pretty much every other song in Gracie’s discography (and w many Taylor songs) making them all connected.
For instance, the main themes in Mess It Up are:
Not growing up -> minor, tehe, Wishful Thinking, Older, Better, Augusta, Alright, Difficult // Peter, The Archer, cardigan, betty, peace
Groundhog Day (This is related to the next theme) -> Under/Over, Risk mv, I Love You, I’m Sorry, us // The Prophecy
Making the same mistake over and over/Bad habits -> Long Sleeves, Rockland, The Bottom, Best, Will you cry?, Difficult, This is what the drugs are for, Fault line, Block me out, Blowing Smoke, I Love You, I’m Sorry, us, Let It Happen // Anti-Hero, coney island, Florida!!!, Fresh Out The Slammer, The Black Dog
Not being able to sleep at night -> Rockland, Hard to Sleep, Camden, Painkillers, Difficult, This is what the drugs are for, The blue, 405, Risk, Blowing Smoke, Let It Happen, Tough Love // Midnights the stories of 13 sleepless nights, hoax
The birthday cakes -> 21, Stay mv, Mean It mv, Risk mv // All Too Well short film, coney island
“Let it happen” -> The song Let It Happen on TSOU, Better
Lying -> For Real This Time, Best, Full machine, Where do we go now?, Block me out, Blowing Smoke, Let It Happen // Getaway Car, illicit affairs, the lavender haze/bearding/red herrings
Phone calls -> 21, Rockland, Full machine, I should hate you, This is what the drugs are for, The blue, Block me out, us, Let It Happen // cowboy like me, Anti-Hero mv, Fortnight mv
Going onto a porch in order to apologize to someone -> Risk mv (technically not to apologize but it’s still related to coming out and making things right) // betty, cardigan, this is me trying, long story short, Fresh Out the Slammer
The main themes in I know it won’t work are:
Closets -> Peter, seven, cowboy like me, I Know Places
Drawing the line in the sand and putting up boundaries or crossing boundaries -> Mess It Up, Long Sleeves, For Real This Time, Best, Felt Good About You, Let It Happen, Gave You I Gave You I
Cutting ties w someone -> Friend, Blowing Smoke, Free Now
Being someone’s ghost/haunting someone -> I miss you, I’m sorry, us, Block me out // Basically all of TTPD and much of folkmore and Midnights (Anti-Hero mv)
The main themes in The Bottom are:
“I told you I was down bad, you hate to see me like that” -> Down Bad
Making the same mistake over and over/Bad habits -> Long Sleeves, Rockland, The Bottom, Best, Will you cry?, Difficult, This is what the drugs are for, Fault line, Block me out, Blowing Smoke, I Love You, I’m Sorry, us, Let It Happen // Anti-Hero, coney island, Florida!!!, Fresh Out The Slammer, The Black Dog
Opening up the door and letting someone into your house, closing the door, or going into someone’s house uninvited -> Mess It Up mv, Under/Over, tehe, I should hate you, us, Let It Happen, I Love You, I’m Sorry, Gave You I Gave You I // cardigan, hoax, Anti-Hero mv
Dragging someone down/Hitting rock bottom/Coming down after a high or being high (drug metaphor; becoming more famous=“getting higher”) -> Long Sleeves, Rockland, Wishful Thinking, Painkillers, Alright, This is what the drugs are for, Fault line, Right now, Block me out, Blowing Smoke, I Knew It, I Know You, Gave You I Gave You I, Free Now // Many songs on TTPD use the drug metaphor, gold rush, long story short, Anti-Hero mv (pushed from balcony), seven, this is me trying, illicit affairs
Being the problem -> 21, minor, Rockland, Wishful Thinking, Older, Painkillers, Best, Difficult, Block me out, Unsteady, I Love You, I’m Sorry mv // Anti-Hero
Mess It Up
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So as I stated before this song is all abt making the same mistakes over and over and reliving the same day like it’s Groundhog Day. Gracie, the narrator, keeps trying to make things right and apologize to the person she’s hurt, but every time she tries she messes it up which is represented by her dropping the cake repeatedly. But finally at the end of the mv, she is able to get it right and properly apologize. She knocks on someone’s door and they open it which symbolizes this person opening their heart to Gracie and forgiving her. If you go to the 2:12 mark in the mv when the letters and numbers on the fridge fall, you’ll see that they spell out a secret message “Hi (13, 31) Peter Pan - T” (the “I” doubles as a 1, the “3” doubles as an E, and the “L” doubles as an R/r if flipped on its side). Taylor was 31 yrs old when the Mess It Up mv was released on May 6, 2021. Peter Pan is the boy who never grew up. This means that it’s likely the narrator’s inability to grow up that is causing issues in the relationship. This is why the song starts w “Opened two double doors, typical, pretty sure I could grow up.”
“Did I fall out of like when I called you” -> Did I cross a boundary and make things worse when I called you? Boundaries are one of the main themes in I know it won’t work. I believe that Gracie and Taylor could be using “phone calls/texts/letters” as a metaphor for the anon messages and riddles we’ve received over the years. As a result of trying to solve these messages and riddles, kaylors have gotten a ton of hate and many have had to leave the fandom bc the environment is so toxic. This song could be Taylor acknowledging these issues and apologizing for how we’ve been treated.
“'Cause every time I get too close, I just go mess it up” -> It’s possible Taylor has tried many times over the years to properly apologize to us by giving us more cryptic messages containing these apologies, but the problem is that these anon messages and riddles are the main reason why we get bullied so this only makes the issue worse in the end.
“Funny that (Funny that) didn't work (Didn't work), I could be anywhere, I'm on your block” -> I believe this could be related to I Love You, I’m Sorry. “The way life goes, Joyriding down our road, Lay on the horn to prove that it haunts me, (I'm wrong again, wrong again) I love you, I'm sorry.” This song also has the lyrics “I wanna speak in code” which makes me think of the anon messages and queer flagging.
“I keep thinking, maybe if you let me back in, we can make it better, breaking every habit” -> Taylor talks abt breaking bad habits in The Black Dog which I believe represents putting an end to the bearding/lavender haze/red herrings/smokescreen/blowing smoke/not growing up.
It’s very interesting that Gracie uses a birthday cake to apologize. Birthday cakes are a common symbol that shows up in Gracie’s music. They also appear in 21, another apology song, and the Risk mv which is likely abt the mass coming out (see this post). In the All Too Well mv, Sadie’s character receives a birthday cake at the same time that Taylor sings, “But then he watched me watch the front door all night, willin' you to come, And he said, ‘It's supposed to be fun turning 21.’” In both 21 and ATW 10 min version, the older person in the relationship misses their significant other’s 21st birthday which greatly hurts them. These songs could be 2 sides of the same coin from opposite perspectives like dorothea and TTDS. With how many connections there are between Gracie and Taylor’s music, I’m inclined to believe this isn’t a coincidence.

(From the Mean It mv. When the 21 candles are thrown in the box they almost look like a backward "t" and "s")
“If it doesn't go away by the time I turn 30, I made a mistake and I'll tell you I'm sorry, ‘Sorry.’” The narrator is saying once she turns 30 she’ll apologize to the 21 yr old if her feelings haven’t changed by then. This is immediately followed by a “sorry” meaning the narrator has actually already turned 30 yrs old which is another indicator that Gracie is in fact speaking from someone else’s perspective bc Gracie was only 20 at the time of this song’s release in 2020. Plus just a few tracks later in the same album, the narrator says "I miss you, I'm sorry" which she said she wouldn’t say until after she turned 30. Taylor was 30 yrs old when the album minor was released in July 2020 and when 21 was released as a single on Feb 20, 2020. If this song is from Taylor’s perspective at 30 yrs old, then the significant other/ex being 21 indicates it (along w all the other cross-referenceable songs) is likely not abt a literal romantic relationship; rather, the song is an allegory or metaphor. The 21 (acoustic) mv has "I miss you" on the piano and "I'm sorry" in the notebook which indicates that 21 is directly related to I miss you, I'm sorry. The emphasis on birthdays and age in 21 fits well w the Peter Pan metaphor that shows up in many of Gracie’s songs. Even though the narrator is getting physically older, she is not getting metaphorically older. To add even more credibility to this theory, the song minor has the line “Hit me 3-1-0” which could represent both Taylor turning 31 in 2020 and a backwards 13. 13s show up several times in Gracie’s mvs and songs. The Secret of Us is a 13-track album that was released on June 21. Additionally, the first 🏴 message was sent July 21 and the second to last message, which I’m now pretty certain is abt Gracie’s album TSOU, was sent May 21 (x).

Look at the numbers on the houses ⬇️ Going column-wise there’s 226(1), 226(3) which is a 13 and there’s also ✌️✌️ which Taylor has used a ton for TTPD (Taylor said in Nov 2021 she wanted to try to plan sth 3 yrs in advance); 2267 -> 6+7=13. Adding up 2+2+6+3 also gives u 13 while 2+2+6+1=11=K. And 6+6 from the 2261, 2263 (again going column-wise) is 12 which is 21 backwards. The 13 showing up in the Risk mv just confirms these choices in the Mess It Up mv were completely intentional.
Gracie and Taylor performed I miss you, I’m sorry together at eras which was Taylor’s suggestion since Gracie’s set was canceled that day (x)(x). I just think it’s very interesting that Taylor wore a yellow dress when they sang this song and then a yr later she just so happened to be featured on the title track of Gracie’s very yellow album 💛 which they (allegedly) didn’t start writing until Nov 13 a few months later (x). This indicates that this performance was likely planned ahead of time and not a last minute decision like they said. I think much of the timeline we’ve been given for Gracie and Taylor’s friendship might be a red herring to prevent ppl from figuring out what these songs are really abt. Gracie and Taylor (allegedly) wrote us together on Nov 13, 2023 spontaneously; but Taylor wearing yellow during IMYIS along w the pap walk w the Cassandra handbag, almost burning down the house 🕯️🧯, and and the fact that all this happened on Nov 13, the day Karlie and Taylor met, indicates that us was actually written much earlier and that the Nov 13 story was just a red herring.
I know it won’t work
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This song is all abt boundaries. There are different types of boundaries that show up in the mv: A shoreline, a line in the sand, a fence. It’s clear the narrator doesn’t want to end this relationship and put up walls but she believes she has no other choice bc of her circumstances (not being able to grow up -> Peter, closets).
“I left you here, Heard you keep the extra closet empty, In case this year I come back and stay throughout my twenties” -> The narrator knows there’s no guarantee she’ll actually “grow up” and come out of the closet so her ex keeps the closet empty just in case she wants to move back in and stay in the closet.
“What if I won't? How am I supposed to put that gently? And down the road you will love me until you resent me” -> Since these lines directly follow the ones I just mentioned, you might be inclined to think that “What if I won’t?” is the narrator asking “What if I won’t move back in and rekindle our relationship?” BUT I believe the wording was intentionally ambiguous bc that way it could also mean “What if I won’t grow up and leave the closet? Will you eventually come to resent me if I can’t be the hero you want?”
“But it's a lot, All the shine of half a decade fadin', The whole facade seemed to fall apart, it's complicated” -> This perfectly parallels the 11/09/2019 ♠️ message. The narrator is saying her ex is asking a lot of her by wanting her to come out and destroy the facade. I believe decade might’ve been changed to half a decade so as to not make it obvious Gracie is singing from Taylor’s perspective. The “shine” symbolizes the love and support from fans that has come w being such a famous and successful artist. That’s not an easy thing to give up.

“Why won't you try movin' on for once? That might make it easy, I know we cut all the ties, but you're never really leavin'” -> Taylor knows that even if us kaylors walk away from her we will always eventually come back bc we can’t help but be invested and this puts a lot of pressure on Taylor that she doesn’t want.
“I'll open up, I'm thinkin' everythin' you wish I wasn't, The call was tough but you're better off, I'm bein' honest, So, won't you stop holdin' out for me when I don't want it? Just brush me off 'cause I'm your ghost right now, your house is haunted” -> This entire 3rd verse is extremely telling and fits perfectly w the 2019 failed coming out. The call to not come out was tough bc she was conflicted abt it but she thinks she ultimately made the right decision. Taylor is asking us to stop holding out for a coming out bc it’s not what she wants. Of course I don’t think this is how Taylor currently feels bc I think she’s getting ready to burn down the closet but I think this song shows how she felt at one point. I think the ghost imagery is supposed to connect this song w I miss you, I’m sorry and us as well as all the ghost imagery Taylor has used.
The Bottom
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This song is abt hitting rock bottom and being worried that you will drag the ppl you love down w you. It’s kind of a more scathing version of Anti-Hero. I think this song could be directly related to the Mess It Up mv. Someone opens up the door to let Gracie in bc she wants to apologize by giving them a cake. But the narrator warns this person that they should keep their guard up bc she will always be doomed to repeat the same mistakes and drag ppl down w her. Since this song is kind of self explanatory, I’ll instead focus on the mv.
The first thing I noticed when watching this mv is the striking similarities to the Bejeweled mv. Both seem to be inspired by Disney movies/fairytales and even the bells during the title card parts sound similar. PLUS 🎃 anon told us to watch out for things that “ring a belle” -> there are bells in both mvs and one also shows up during the burning castle scene at the end and it is literally ringing; and Bejeweled should look and sound familiar if u have watched The Bottom mv; AND Belle is a Disney princess which is another indicator that 🎃 was referring to these mvs (Taylor wears a yellow dress just like Belle at the end of Bejeweled). Gracie said that The Bottom is supposed to be a satirical mv (see description of vid) and this parallels the Bejeweled mv being satire.
Another thing that’s interesting is that The Bottom mv is kind of the opposite of the Bejeweled mv. In The Bottom, Gracie is dragging a body down the stairs and burying it (descending) while in Bejeweled, Taylor is using an elevator to get higher and higher until she reaches the top floor (ascending). Ascending and descending are things that 🫚 emphasized in this message. Ascending and descending are also things a plane does when flying from one place to another -> “I thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around” and all the plane imagery lately. I think 🫚 could have been trying to get us to realize that the beginning stages of this coming out plan (the “ascent,” PR stunts w MH and 🏈, red herrings, 2023-early 2024 🛫) aren’t what we should focus on, it’s the end stages of the journey (the “descent,” cracks in the facade, getting louder w queer flagging, mid 2024-Dec 2024(?) 🛬) that are important.
Yellow shows up a few times in this mv, and I think it’s significant that the room in which the murder happens is a bright one w yellow chairs. Yellow is commonly used to symbolize happiness; Taylor and Gracie use this color in a very similar way to represent daylight/sunshine/summer/being out of the closet/not hiding your real self 💛🌼☀️🏝️ So putting these things together, this scene is symbolically similar to the yellow closet in the Lover house where Taylor has had to put away her sunshine and happiness bc she wasn’t able to come out during Lover era. What was supposed to be a joyous celebration ended w death and destruction.
It’s also interesting that throughout the mv, Gracie is dancing and performing (showmanship/PR) while in a literal spotlight. This ties in perfectly w the very last scene where Gracie is smoking a cigarette which represents bearding/red herrings/lavender haze/smokescreen/smoke and mirrors magic/Blowing Smoke/bad habits. In The Black Dog, Taylor uses smoking as an example of a bad habit/self-destructive behavior she is trying to quit.
Lastly, I wanted to leave you w a few things that I think are very interesting and that could tie in w this theory:
#i'm so glad i'm finally finished w this analysis i thought it would never end#the secret of us#gaylor#gaylor swift#kaylor#aimee#thank you aimee#surprise songs#6/21#6/22#eras tour#easter eggs#glitch#midsummer#daylight#london#21#30#31#13#it's actually ridiculous how many rabbit holes there are like you can get lost down there and never come out
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The College Experience
pairing : fwb!sunwoo x fem!reader
genre : fluff + smut
warnings : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. sunwoo is a bit subby. jealous! reader. pet names like baby and princess are used. sunwoo cries and reader has a bit of a dacryphilia kink. public (?) sex. degradation. implied unprotected sex - there’s no mention of a condom (...I think you know what I’m going to say in the brackets without saying it) friends with benefits but also feelings. their dialogue is my favourite tbh.
summary : Jealous and grumpy after an attempt with your 2nd hookup choice, you drag Sunwoo into the bathroom, knowing he knows exactly what your body needs.
taglist : @matchahyuck
word count : 3k.
the college experience masterlist
inspired by : the bathroom scene in ‘through my window’.
playlist : unholy - sam smith ft kim petras / escort - chase atlantic / p*$$y fairy (otw) - jhene aiko
You clutch onto Sunwoo’s collar, his footsteps jumbled and without rhythm as you pull him into an empty cubicle. His eyes widen as he stumbles and falls onto the toilet seat in front of him. He peers up at you angrily.
You let out a rough exhale and you want nothing more than to wrap your hands around his neck and choke the life out of him.
“What was that for?” He growls, his arms expanding.
You raise an eyebrow, “Still mad at me?”
He scoffs, a fake smirk appearing on his face, “Can’t I be?”
With your tongue snuggled in the roof of your mouth, you place both hands on his shoulders in an attempt to rein in your anger. Sunwoo’s eyes draw straight to the plump of your lips and you lick at them unconsciously in response.
You clear your throat, grabbing at his chin and tilting it slightly. Your eyes zero in on the lipstick marks on his collar and simultaneously the reason for your clear disgust, “Hmm, can you?”
Sunwoo’s shoulders straighten at the clarity for his rumpled clothing and the reason you dragged him, oh so gently, to the public bathroom.
His mouth twists in initial judgement, “Look, you found someone for the night..I did the same.”
You make a sound of begrudging acceptance, before your grip returns to his shoulders clamping down on the muscle causing him to wince, “You did, huh?”
Sunwoo smirks. For real this time, “Mhmm.”
“..What’s her name? His name?” You murmur, lips smacking together curiously. Not overly inquisitive. But, that doesn’t work on the boy in front of you.
Not at all.
“They, actually,” He corrects, the smugness in his shoulders and his tone, “They don’t define themselves by gender.”
You nod, “Did you have fun?”
He pouts, the mirth in his big eyes on display and his fingers flexing with malicious intentions, “A lot….they were a great time-”
Theatrically his voice trails off in favor of his hands wrapping themselves around your waist, pulling you close until you’re in between his spread legs, “But they weren’t better than you.”
A lust ridden daze has your palms falling onto his thighs and his gaze dips and you can almost see a purple hued flames within them. The colour of strobe lights and mirror sex.
“Didn’t you just get your dick wet?” You frown, as you feel the evidence of his arousal prodded against your navel, your own insanity pooling in your own underwear.
“Look, you’re hot and angry.” He admits seriously, “And right now, I want to fuck that out of you.”
“You want to fuck that out of me?” You chuckle, a tad condescending which only makes the fire in his eyes grow more wild, “You?”
“Princess,” He jeers, humour insincerely written in his face with the curl of his lip, “I’m a people pleaser.. you know this. I intend to please.”
His tongue licks at his lips, the true nature of his lie wiped completely clean, “And…whoever the fuck you got with… obviously didn’t do a great job at it. Otherwise you wouldn’t drag me in here.”
“Wrong,” You say quietly, the sound of his breathing being the only sound you can hear.
“Am I?” He cocks his eyebrow.
“Mhm,” You nod, your lips finding the start of his jaw, letting your words tickle along the skin of his ear, “I would’ve dragged you in here regardless.”
He hisses and you smugly let him tilt your head down into a feverish kiss, one that showcases how affected and wild he is. You push further into him, your mouth opening compliantly as his tongue meets yours, your pelvis pressing almost torturous pressure against his erection.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Sunwoo slurs into the kiss, his hands cupping your breast through your tight club dress. You pull away to stare at the guy in front of you, gaze dancing across the messiness of his eyes and the way he stares at you.
His cheeks the colour of peach.
“Yeah?” You sing as his hands fall to the swell of your ass, squeezing experimentally. You let out a soft whimper of pleasure and he knows you’re doing it to be a complete tease. Perhaps one hellbent on petty revenge. But he can deal. He has before. He’s not going to stop now.
With slow purposeful movements, he holds your gaze and your mouth slightly drops as he kisses you once on the stomach. The thin fabric doing nothing to deter the feeling of his plush lips. You feel your whole body heat and your pussy clench as he whispers, “This dress means everything to me.”
You giggle as he starts to dot and line sweet little kisses along your jaw and cheek, your chest, your collarbone. Anywhere that’d have him, “It’s brand new.”
“Does it matter?” Sunwoo huffs.
“You...are pussy whipped,” You smile down at him, enamored by his voice and eyeing the way he traces circles onto your waist.
He shakes his head, “Nah, not yet. Close. I intend to be though.”
“There you go with the ‘I intend to be’ bullshit,” You yelp as Sunwoo pulls you onto his lap, your position parted enough for him to slide a palm in between your legs. His touches a complete secret until the brush of his hand on your left thigh and the kiss of a fingertip on the bud of your clit. You mewl as you attempt to keep quiet, your lip biting down so hard you swear you taste blood.
Letting his head roll at the sweet sound of your pleasure, he can barely withhold himself. Instead he falls in love with the foreplay. He watches the goosebumps on your legs rise as his palms glide from where your dress ends, pushing the fabric back up to your waist, revealing your panties to him. His eyes lull shut as if in prayer, taking his time to listen to the way your breathing hitches.
You plant a meaningful kiss onto his closed eyelids before letting out a whine as he bunches a whole grip of your fabric and pulls it towards his hips. Your pelvis grinding onto his. Feeling breathless, you bury him in a bed of open mouthed kisses, “Open your eyes.”
Obediently, his eyes open wide, and you feel yourself melt for the molten glow left behind.
“Aren’t you going to take off my dress?” You propose, your hands clasping over his own that are still grasping at the bunched fabric.
Sunwoo loves that question.
“No,” Sunwoo chuckles, “I’m not.”
Before you can say anything, he drags your hips forward to meet his own and he loves the way your body collapses against his chest, your hair brushing against his face. You gasp.
Fuck.
“Look at you,” Sunwoo purrs, voice gentle, “So sensitive today.”
His hand reaches underneath your dress, letting the heat between his hand and your pussy linger between the two of you. You whimper, your nerves electric as he takes his time to play with you.
“I’ll take care of you,” He promises before his hand presses on your mound and his thumb on your clit. Your mouth drops in surprise and your hips jerk to meet his palm. Your hands grab at the chest of his shirt, stretching it, “Ssh baby, not too loud..we’re in public.”
If you could come via words alone you would have.
You would have probably squirted, even.
Instead you opt to bite his shoulder, smirking when you hear him wince. He reaches inside your panties, loving the immediate arousal that coats his fingers. Finding your entrance quickly and wanting to see you slowly unravel for him, he lets his fingers ease into you, marveling at the way you pussy stretches and swallows his digits whole.
On a sex induced high, he licks a stripe of your exposed throat, loving the way you writhe in ann attempt to keep quiet from above him, pulling at the strands of his hair. He can barely contain himself when he feels your arousal start to drip onto his palm, he wants to fuck you and soon. Foreplay, be damned.
“Ooh fu-” You curse, moving your hips in a desperate attempt for him to move already.
With his face taut, he starts to move his fingers, fucking them into you hard and fast. His cock strains in his pants as he hears the way your pussy squelches and your attempts to retrain from moaning.
Your strangled whimpers. The sharp whip of your hand making contact with the bathroom wall. Your heavy breathing. Your muffled curses.
At your fast orgasm, he removes his hand, eyeing your fucked out expression with a smug smile.
“Don’t get cocky,” You fake snarl, but your insides are already giggly and bubbly from getting off on his fingers.
“But you were so good for me, Princess, how could I not?” Sunwoo snorts, humour laced in his tone. Ignoring it, your hand closes around his throat as you press your lips into his, enjoying the way the teasing in his body loosens as you deepen the kiss further.
Letting your hands lower, you pull away only to navigate the zipper of his pants. Sunwoo bites his bottom lip as watches you pull out his cock and lick your lips. You smirk as you take in his pretty cock and how much it throbs in your hand.
“You talk mad shit, you know?” You comment and Sunwoo’s eyes darken in challenge, “Talking all big and all when you’re literally so pathetically desperate.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” You murmur, dragging the tip of his cock against your slit. You exhale with pleasure as you take a moment to enjoy yourself.
“Sit on it, then,” He raises his eyebrows, daring you to take control of your own pleasure and ruin him with your pussy just as he ruined you with his fingers, “Because I am so pathetically desperate. Need you, Princess, fuck do I need you-”
“Shut up-” You hiss as you lower yourself onto his cock. His eyes roll back - you feel so good. So warm. Wet. Tight. Everything he could ever want was in this moment - you and a good fuck. It’s all he really needs.
Not this ‘fundamental college experience’ bullshit.
You grind into him, loving the depth in which he reaches inside you as your hips swivel back and forth continuously. Your mouth hovers by his ear, allowing little whines to escape your mouth, each one driving him crazier than the last.
“Sunwoo- mm, fuck.”
Sunwoo loves the way you lose yourself in your pleasure, using his cock purely for yourself. Like he’s your toy. You rut against him at any angle that leaves you sopping and he takes it. His eyes flutter shut as you lift and sink onto him, riding him to your heart’s content.
You’re a selfish lover and like he said, he aims to please.
He lifts his hips to meet your movements, watching the way your pussy swallows his cock every thrust, blanketing it with your arousal. You bounce on his lap, mouth frozen in an act of silent rapture.
The sound of chatter pulls you away from him, multiple voices conversing with each other about boys and gossiping about god knows what. Slowing down your hips, you make eye contact with Sunwoo in an effort to silently agree on your next steps. But when you turn to look, a delicious rush runs through your body starting with your fingertips and crashing into your brain.
Sunwoo’s eyes are hazy and half lidded, lust driving him lost to the point of no return, his focus only on you.
Your hips pick up their pace again and with stride, Sunwoo grasps at your hips so hard they might bruise, bouncing and dragging your hips to meet his. Wild but purposeful. You almost snarl into his skin at the way he makes your body feel absolutely wrecked. Absolutely loved.
“Then Jaehyun-”
“Which Jaehyun?”
“Lee!”
“No really?”
Sunwoo’s eyes furrow and you know he has the sudden urge to come, his full bottom lip drops as his throat is suddenly exposed to you. At the first sound that escapes his throat, you slap your hand over his mouth, watching the way his face contorts and feeling the tingles his pleasure leaves behind on your palm.
You move your hips incessantly on him, and when you feel quick spurts of come coating the inside of your pussy, you watch as your orgasm makes his cock throb with overstimulation. Greedily eyeing the way Sunwoo’s eyes well with thick tears.
Your forehead drops onto his, letting his hands roam your body as a way to ground himself. You peek back at him, relieved to find his eyes completely clear and present. Your drop your palm, pulling away to gape in wonder at his pink lust filled lips and satisfied soft smile. You sigh.
“Hey-” You feel a knock on the cubicle and one of the girl’s voices from before pulls you both from your reverie, “Girl, are you okay? Do you need help?”
“....Yeah I’m okay! Thanks though,” You reply, hoping your voice isn’t hoarse or scratchy.
“Oh, okay,” She replies back before she and the other girls with her leave with the chatter they walked in with, though this time mocking her overly sweet polite tone to which she snaps.
Sunwoo frowns, “When did they walk in?”
“Just before you cried,” You answer instead, not passing on the opportunity to tease him a little.
“I was going to come!” He pouts as he lifts your body slightly, you both wince as his cock falls out of you, a bit of his come following after. Helping you lean against the cubicle wall with one hand, he tucks his cock back into his pants.
While keeping a protective hold on you, he rises from the toilet, feeling almost dizzy in the post orgasm air. He does a once over, pulling your dress down to a appropriate level and combing your hair back from your face, “Come on...let’s wash up a bit.”
Your hand wraps around his as he leads you to the wash basins, lifting you so you’re perched on the bathroom counter. You can only watch as he turns on the tap, dousing his hands in water before he lifts your dress slightly to wash his come that’s leaked out of your sex. You hiss at the cold temperature to which he only frowns, too focused on caring for you.
You bite your lip.
Feeling heat emit from your gaze, his dark eyes meet yours, gazing into them knowingly. His lip curls in a fake scolding way, a soft but firm refusal. No matter how much he wants to. No matter how much you want to. Because he knows if he even considers taking you here on this counter, you would live in this bathroom, fucking on every surface and uncaring of any person that were to come in.
Tempting. But no.
In an attempt to distract yourself and as he finishes up, your fingers tangle into his locks, pulling at the strands before letting go, amused at the way they bounce back into their curls. His arms go around you to bring you down from the counter only to stop when you wrap him in a thankful hug.
He swallows hard but fluidly returns your hug and the two of you enjoy each other’s presence.
“You smell good.”
“And you just noticed?” He gloats, staring at your position in the mirror behind you. His fondness for the image of the two of you growing with every second.
“Well no- not technically-”
“Ah, somewhat noticed then,” He chuckles, helping you down from the counter. Your nose scrunches at his teasing, pinching at the leather of his armpit.
“Are you feeling Thai food?” You ask after a moment of silence, giddy in the way he watches you softly and how he takes care of you. He nods and that’s all it takes for you to excitedly take his hand and drag him from the bathroom.
You freeze at the group of girls lingering in front of the bathroom. They pause in their conversation to take in your hair and your interlocked hands slowly, before a involuntary giggle rings from the group. Heat erupts in your skin and you turn to bury your head into the amused Sunwoo’s chest, completely embarrassed out of your mind.
“Sorry girls,” Sunwoo wolfishly grins, dragging your bambi like figure out of the doorway of the bathroom and down the hallway, happiness like no other swirling in his gut. Blatant we-just-fucked energy surrounding the both of you.
“That’s so embarrassing,” You hum.
“Well we’re going to date soon, aren’t we?” He replies. You think for a moment, counting in your head, “Who cares?”
“But I’ve still got 3 more to go,” You answer instead. He grits his teeth, “And so do you!”
“...Yeah,” Sunwoo reluctantly agrees, “Sure.”
His eyes flit out through the door of the main hall, rolling his eyes at the luck of making eye contact with Kevin Moon. Your best friend, older by a couple of years and not only an advocate of this fucked up ‘college experience’ but the CEO of Getting-On-Sunwoo’s-Nerves.
Fucking prick.
Kevin’s stare darts across your body inquisitively, disapproval making his tipsy body rigid. The younger boy can spot Kevin’s tongue in his cheek. Entertained, Sunwoo impulsively shakes with laughter, only stopping when you pull briefly away from him to find what he finds so hilarious.
“Stop laughing at me!”
“Princess, it’s not you, I promise,” Sunwoo leans in to sweetly kiss your pout away, hoping that Kevin's whole night is ruined by how good the two of you fit together. You smack your lips together in an attempt to keep your giddiness at bay and find solace in your fingers. A dead giveaway.
He smirks, “Feeling shy?”
“Shut up,” You whine, digging your head back into his body and murmuring orders for him to get a move on and fast. Sunwoo agrees but not without a final second to rub it in your best friend’s seething face.
With eyes cold and a condescending demeanour, he gives Kevin a withering glare before he takes you out the door and into the busy tussles of the city, relishing in the fact that you’re one step closer to being his girlfriend.
author’s note : so this was probably the most fun I’ve had writing on here but also in saying that, i don’t know how well it reads. this is also part 1 of this little mini series so hopefully you’re interested. i did not think i was gonna finish this fic today LIKE AT ALL.
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So I am pretty new to Hockey (only in the past year I got into it) and I think Quinn is up there as one of the hottest players in the NHL. I’m two years older than Quinn and I find it weird that he is going for college girls. If you are turning 26 in a few months and you are still shooting your shot at college girls or girls that have recently graduated that just shows you are looking for something easy and quick to dump.
Most guys around my age/26/27 would want to date girls older or the same age. You are at that age where you are getting more professional and mature. So you want to be around like minded people. Quinn is professional in his hockey career and to be chosen captain at his age is a huge responsibility, he handles the media very well by not giving any personality away and remaining private but I don’t think he is like that at all. In the prime doc and clips from when he wasn’t captain he’s very goofy and has a dry sense of humour. He is putting on a persona to the media at the moment.
That just makes me think, and this is only my opinion that I don’t think he treats girls he is dating or talking to with respect. I mean he doesn’t have to because he’s a rich athlete he gets a load of attention (most of it unwanted) I think he likes the attention from hot girls but once he looses interest he will just fuck and chuck you (literally with the blocking). You can’t match that personality he is giving off in the hockey circle. It’s fake. It’s giving me the ick too. If you look at his close mates in the hockey field they are married or in serious relationships. If you look at some of the other fuck boys in the NHL sphere they give off a bit of personality to the media.
Quinn’s just fucking about which is fine but the two personalities don’t match. Which is why these girls are coming out the woodworks because they have seen a different side to Quinn and he may not be as innocent and nice as he comes across. I don’t think he’s gonna settle down in the off season, he’s got too many options and that’s when guys start to get an ego boost and fuck about.
I totally get where you're coming from. It’s kind of jarring when you admire someone like Quinn, who's young, insanely talented, and poised as hell in front of the media, only to see behavior behind the scenes that feels off or mismatched from that polished image. You’re not wrong in picking up on the duality. That whole “media-trained, captain of the team” version of Quinn vs. the off ice Quinn who seems to chase clouty situations with younger girls, there’s definitely a disconnect. It’s almost like he’s trying to maintain that polished leader image while still indulging in the perks of fame without much accountability. The fact that he's going for much younger women, especially if they’re still in or fresh out of college, does suggest he’s more interested in something noncommittal. That’s not inherently wrong if he’s being honest and respectful, but like you said, the stories from girls popping up don't paint that picture.
And you're spot on about maturity. At 26, a lot of people are outgrowing the party phase, thinking about stability, and starting to seek depth. Especially with his career being so intense and high pressure, you'd think he’d want someone who can match him on emotional maturity and life experience. So when he veers toward much younger women, yeah, it raises eyebrows. The whole “fuckboy in a leadership role” thing is such a weird paradox. You expect captains, someone leading a team to be grounded and intentional, but if Quinn’s just playing a media persona and ditching women the second he gets bored? That’s not exactly admirable, and it definitely breaks the illusion a bit. And you're not being bitter or judgmental either. it's just noticing patterns and thinking critically about how people carry themselves, especially public figures. Having options doesn’t give anyone a pass to be disrespectful. Ego boosts shouldn’t come at the expense of how you treat others. Honestly, you’re just seeing through the image. Doesn’t mean you can’t still appreciate him as a player, but yeah, it’s fair to feel a little ick when the mask slips a bit.
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Betrayal - A. A.
Warning: Manipulation. Non consensual. Trust Broken. Hurt/No Comfort. Pure Angst. Using Astarion. Astarion Looses Hope. Self Hatred. Self Disgust. Do not read if this is very uncomfortable please!! ⚠️
Summary: He thought. He saw. He felt. That you were different. But now, he knows he was wrong.
A|N: The one time I placed the warning first. This is just pure evil. I remember seeing a clip of this and kept rewatching it. My heart hurts. This is just for my pain in all honesty. I’m absolutely evil for writing this.
He always thought you were different. Always thought that you sort of understood him. His pain. His past. His views at the sex he once used to forced himself to participate in. His want for freedom of his own choices.
He thought you would’ve understood when he said it felt tainted to him now. To wait for him. To never use your own power against him. But— he was wrong. So dead wrong.
It was just after the disgusting and weird being of Oblodar that they had all decided to rest. It was after his views on you strengthened to respect and admiration. It was just after — he thought he genuinely started to like you.
It was just then when you asked him. In the dark of the night. Away from the ears of many but his own — that you wanted a reward for his rescue. A reward for what you did for him.
His whole heart came crashing down upon such a request. He almost started to laugh at this insane question but stopped himself when he saw how you had no joking tone on you. At all.
“ I’m — I’m not sure if I should. “
He spoke softly. Looking into your eyes. Hoping that you had just been joking. That you’d say something like ‘ haha, this was just a terrible and stale prank! ‘ and maybe then, he could’ve honestly forgiven you. Forgiven you for your unkind words. For your cruel intent towards him.
He could see the corners of his own eyes haze at this sudden request. At this sudden turn of events with you — his once beloved.
He kept looking down at the floor, briefly looking back at you with peeks as he prolonged the moment of your desire as much as he could. He sighed shakily.
“ I - I don’t know what I want. “
He kept saying, he didn’t know how to — stop this. How to stop this thing that he could never stop in all his 200 years of pain. The one thing he has come to loath as he could never stop it at all as he was always forced to do it.
He didn’t know how to … say no.
And then you go on to ask him, ask him if this — what you both had between you, if what he’s experience with you — was any different to what he’s done with the many others. It was. It truly was … he thinks. He’s unsure now. Unsure on what to say.
But he goes back. Back on his thoughts. Back to thinking on what words he used to piece together and use on the many others.
“ I suppose … “ he started with a hesitancy in his voice.
“ It has felt — different with you. I suppose — if this is … what you want, then … “
He took a long pause. Eyes closing briefly in a pain he thought he’d long forget now that he was out of Cazador’s grasp. Out the control of another. He gave a small smile, a mask of a smile as he gave you a look of pain. A look of … betrayal.
“ I shall provide. “
He did as he said. He gave himself to you. He gave his shell of a body to you that night. Dissociating himself from what was happening, going on an automatic autopilot as he gave what he knew what to give.
And when it was all done and over. And when you both clothes yourselves. You then asked him something else. He couldn’t remember. Only did he remember what he said.
“ I can’t think of a single one. Until you. “
He spoke with a hoarseness to his voice until you left. Left what was his remains of what he was once building up, but was now left into smithereens. He took off to his own tent almost after an hour of standing where he last left.
He came back to his senses soon. He came back to what was left over upon these acts.
Disdain. Disgust. Volatile. Tainted.
So many words described what he felt towards himself once again after tonight. Only negative, self blown words of his own disgusting and used body could be heard whispered in the pits of his mind and ears. But only one word spoke on what he felt about you at this moment. How he felt about being used by you.
Betrayal.
You have betrayed his trust in you. Betrayed his respect for you. Betrayed his … likeness to you. And you didn’t even think enough to notice this. His change of … view towards you.
He just felt … betrayed.
And when morning came as he laid wake in his own tent. He couldn’t stop shaking at the feeling of disgust towards himself. Towards what you had done to him after knowing of his story. He felt like a tainted doll. A used and disgusting doll.
Like one that now should be thrown in a trash and burned for no one to use or even see.
But like any other day, he stood up and out of his tent. Mind hazy from last night — as if he couldn’t comprehend at what had happened. But the sight of you coming his way alerted him to awaken. To not let his guard down for no split second.
And then you asked him, ‘ Why did you sleep with me last night? ‘.
He wanted to laugh. Scream. Cry in the anguish you had caused him. At the audacity you had to ask him. At what you did. But all he did was give a look of sorrow. Look of … betrayal. He knew now — that he was wrong about you. And that nothing will be the same, ever again.
“ I didn’t know … how to say no. “
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I find it SO fucking funny that SEES decides to put this GROWN ASS MAN who KILLS PEOPLE FOR MONEY in timeout like he’s a kindergartner (unrelated but it took so long for me to remember how this word is spelt… why is it like that???) having a tantrum, like????? 😭
“Stay there and think about what you’ve done” what’s next??? Are they gonna tell his ass to sit in the corner??? 😭😭😭 (also the way he just… lays on the floor, ESPECIALLY in reload… jelp me it’s.. it’s so funny…)
he’s growing on me SO much and I’m of the opinion that he is one of THE funniest characters in the entire game, even if he doesn’t do it on purpose (ESPECIALLY because he doesn’t do it on purpose..) he has corrupted my brain beyond repair… I fear that if I see him in game I WILL either stare intently at the screen, take a ton of pictures, or laugh maniacally, maybe all of the above. He’s.. he’s such an interesting SPECIMEN… studying him under a microscope….. it ALSO doesn’t help that I’m in a server where I ACT as him for the funny (and to help with boredom), so it’s like no matter where I go the insanity catches up to me…. I saw the moon (think it’s a gibbous? dunno if it’s waning or waxing) today and all I could think of was the 10/31 reload event…. the moon’s almost perfect……..
does this condition ever dissipate, or am I stuck with this.. rot. for the rest of my life..? Only time shall tell.))
{{ WELL HELLO THERE FRIEND welcome to the intermittent stage of Takaya brain rot!! You are not alone and we can get through this together!! I would tell you when the ending stages manifest but I haven't reached it yet. So. That's not a good sign for whether or not the condition dissipates-- kdhgdshgds
IT IS REALLY FUNNY especially ( i can't remember if he did this in reload or just other depictions ) where he's like " i guess you're going to kill me now :\ " and when they refuse he just laughs like "??? haha weird choice but ok? " dshgdskggks
ITS THAT, that little thing about him that hooks into your mind !!! The part of him that has you like " why is he like that??? ", you genuinely consider that even ONCE and then its OVER !!!
skhgdskhgds i'm losing my mind-- I have never known a character before or sense that has me rotating them in my mind like this guy lmao. For me, its not simply that he's really funny, which he is, but I can't tell how in on the joke he is about his whole existence??? sdhkdkshd LIKE
You're thinking-- okay, this is some edgy narcissist try-hard, he's dead serious, there is no self awareness on this guy. And then he gives this giant, silly smile. Or he cracks a joke about having an invisible coat. Or he says "howdy" when he greets his supposed enemies in comics-- or he has a tramp stamp above his right ass cheek!!!
And you're like okay!!! So this guy is a troll! He doesn't give a shit, he just wants chaos and power, he's just saying whatever people want to hear to get the outcome he wants. Right? BUT NO
He saved his best friend from suicide during harrowing childhood experiments!! He gives passionate villain monologues about the unloved and uncared for of the world, he worries about chidori in the hospital, he goes out of his way to help another lab child for nothing in return in the novel!!!
AND YOU BARELY GET TO SEE HIM ON SCREEN the game is simply not about him and all the shit he's been through, so you only see who this guy is, and his trio, in glimpses ! But there's so much going on with them!!
so now I'm forever just like??? Who IS this guy???? and that's the brain rot. }}
#but then again my conditon is terminal so skdhgdskhds#hope you enjoy acting as him as much as i do lol !#✯ ✧ ✧ ask. ☾ ✞ ☽#✯ ✧ ✧ o.o.c. ☾ ✞ ☽#anonymous
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I’ve been thinking. After reading about people’s reactions to Jared and the discussions about CE needing to enforce their own rules, and rude fans, something really stands out for me.
Jared truly gets the most extreme reactions from the SPN fandom, both positive and negative, and the “reasons” are just as extreme.
You have the people who “hate” him, or say they do. Some even go out of their way to be rude to his face. But, their reasons for hating him are actually insane. They hate him because he’s the lead (instead of Jensen), because he was “in the way” of destiel, (blocking Jensen and Misha’s characters from baging 🙄), or because they attribute beliefs or actions to him that are contradictory to how he actually behaves. And they take everything he says in bad faith, attributing the worst intentions possible to the things he says. In short, most people’s reasons for “hating” Jared are either jealousy-based or fabricated. It’s pathetic really, especially how vehement some are about hating him when it’s not even the real him, or it’s for something that isn’t his fault (he didn’t force the writers to have Dean impaled on rebar). Finally, people who claim to hate him for his actions (pranks, the arrest, “mean” jokes) excuse the same or similar actions in Jensen snd Misha.
People who have more “legitimate” reasons for disliking him (maybe his personality irritates them, or they don’t like his acting style or shows/movies), are generally not insane about it. They are more apathetic about him. This is fair enough because not everyone vibes with everyone. But it’s funny that for people who maybe just aren’t fans for non/fandom wank reasons probably don’t actually hate him. They’re just ignore him.
Then you have the people who love him. They love him for his mental health campaigns. They love him for how sweet he is to fans: listening intently, hugging tight, going that one extra step to make them feel special. Many of these people go up to him with stories of how he has done something to actively make their lives better or help give them strength, etc. The thing is, the love is based on his actual actions. We obviously don’t really know him (he could be a huge asshole behind the scenes, though I doubt it), but the things people like him for are actual things he has done, or it’s because of who he appears to be.
It’s just so crazy to me that he gets the most vitriolic hate (out of the SPN crew), when it’s mostly for things that aren’t even in his control. It’s wild.
Anyway, I have “met” Jared a few times at cons. I’ve never told him I love him, and I probably never will, because that’s not a term I can throw around lightly. And I don’t actually know him on any personal level. But what I can say is that my “worst” interactions with him were him seeming tired and subdued, while my best have been … so good that they still brought me little moments of happy for weeks after they happened.
I guess my point to almost this ramble was, I hate that he gets people treating him crappy on occasion, but I’m thankful that Jared also get huge amounts of very genuine appreciation from fans, too. And I’m sure for him, the good far outweighs the bad.
I’m sorry this got so long.
What was your impression of Jared at Fan X? Did anything stand out for you?
Thank you for sharing! I think it's crazy how people hate him for the dumbest things that he's not at all responsible for (like the writing on SPN), or really weren't that big a deal (like his bar fight).
I actually see the apathetic fans much like I do Jared fans, i.e., people who consider Jared as a human being and then determine whether the like him or not.
As for my experience, I'm not really an emotional person, so I tend to look at things from a more analytical point of view. I found Jared to be extremely smart in the way he approaches people. He gets down on their level, he looks them in the eye and speaks to each person directly, and I suspect (based on his comments on my jacket in both ops), that he finds something unique about each person that he can focus on to help him remember them (at least, for a little while).
He's also really great at adapting to different people; whether they need humor or empathy, he can pull those reactions out of his hat on a dime. All if this, of course, personalizes and elevates each person's experience with him.
My photo op experience was pretty much as I expected, he was very friendly and very welcoming (with his huge smile), said that my jacket was his favorite, and thanked me for coming.
(I'll be keeping my jacket forever and if Jared ever comes back to Salt Lake, it's going right back on!)
As for my auto experience, I was so focused on telling him how much I appreciated and loved both yeehaw shows this last year (particularly Windy) that I didn't really give him a chance to get a word in. LOL! He did promise to pass along my love, though!
Gen's line was much shorter so I had a chance to ask about the different kinds of animals they now have at home and at the ranch. (It was actually smaller than I thought with goats, donkeys, chickens, and dogs, but they are getting a few Highland cows soon.)
What's funny, is that when thinking of what I could talk to Jared about, it wasn't a very long list (all of the question I disregarded would have required a M&G). But I had many more questions I could have asked Gen if we had the time! She was absolutely delightful and very approachable.
I think the highlight of my day was the panel. Jared and Gen were so comfortable on stage, joking with each other, joking with the audience, keeping the conversation moving... I know Jared's been doing this for a while, but Gen was right there with him. She was much more animated than what I'd previously seen of her at JIB. I really hope they continue to do panels together.
#ask box#anti jared haters#jared padalecki appreciation#fanx 2023#my first convention#jared photo ops story#jared auto story#gen auto story#long post
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Where has Auggie been????(on an insane philosophy/consciousness journey)
I know not many people care too much, but I actually had a HUGE shift.
Like I actually don’t even know where to start?
The last time I posted was April 9th—several months ago.
SO WHAT HAPPENED SINCE?
Right around this time, I broke up with my longterm boyfriend. We both agreed our hearts just weren’t in it anymore and that I was ahead of everything, and he felt as if he was holding me back. We agreed mutually to part ways. This was something I was kind of secretly shifting myself away from for sometime, I just had no clue how to make the final move. Thankfully it happened how I’d hoped.
I bought a “new” car. This is kind of a story within itself that doesn’t exactly end well nor does it really serve my greatest needs, so it was a very short lived dream.
Around the end of May, I got a new boyfriend. Now- before anyone says “damn that was quick” listen to what was going on in my head. With my last bf, I had for several months been unhappy and tried communicating that dissatisfaction (this again came to head in April). I had been dreaming about a significant other that had my best intentions in mind, could equally provide for me and himself (I don’t mean monetarily, but more so just an equal), hold my same values (and crazy lil things like shifting), and all around be my other half. I found this exactly, almost scarily exact. I’d love to make a whole post about him alone, but feel it’s unecessary. I’ll leave it at this- He is as intrenched in shifting one’s reality as I am. As obsessed about the consciousness as I am, and so deep down the rabbit hole of philosophy as I am. the Universe heard me loud and clear.
Since then, I’ve been on this insane journey of finding myself and understanding the universe better than I have been. I hope to share a lot of my findings and experiences with ya’ll here as I have been. I’m still in school so I can’t promise I’ll be as active as I have been, but I’ll try my hardest!!
As always, my QnA is always open for questions or comments!
#conciousness#philosophy#shifting experience#shifting theory#metaphysics#unconscious#law of the universe#shifting consciousness#lucid dreaming#OBE#astral projection#astral#auggietalks
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that person said you were racist on your wyll post because ppl who dont even bother to properly interact or understand his character will post the worst takes in his tag and then go "oh oops i didnt mean to be racist 🥺 i was just complaining abt the only black character that i didnt bother to learn anything about"
wyll is nothing like a tory hes self sacrificing, unspoiled and the only character who actually stands up for other groups of ppl in game (even having a line saying a disabled character is not worthless for being disabled!!) and even if you meant it as a "rich spoiled kid" way, did you really not think of the other implications of calling the only black man in the group a tory...
i get it you didnt mean to say it in any bad way but it came across that way regardless of intention especially since wyll already gets so much undeserved flack and in his own tag from people who admit they know nothing abt his character, so
Okay, I understand why the post has been received badly and in that case I’ll delete it. I don’t want to actively upset anyone.
That said I would like to add that I’m very aware of Wyll’s background and character traits and in fact I find them insanely relatable; I am also a black (albeit extremely white passing - but my connections with the black community almost entirely stem from racism I’ve experienced merely for the knowledge of me having a black father), disabled woman, and I’ve suffered pretty tremendously at times, under Tory leadership for that. I’ve even got well to do family who I’ve drifted away from — his story is extremely relatable.
I’m also very familiar with the colloquial use of the word “Tory” as a light jab, usually referring to people that sound posh. I get called it all the time by my friends, it’s ironic, we laugh about it. And I think that regardless of Wyll’s extremely positive traits and background as a character, you’d be hard pressed to deny he has the flavour of a rich kid. I think Larian purposely wrote him that way, and that’s not a bad trait, just something I find humour in. I’m not saying he is “like a Tory” in any other sense than speech and body language.
Of course, that is only my experience and my opinion. I just don’t think it’s that serious or that any racist implications were in my post.
Knowing how some people react with real bigotry toward Wyll though, sometimes at a very subconscious level, I think I’ll remove the post to avoid any doubt. Just wanted to make my intentions clear first, though it sounds like you kind of understood them anyway.
I hope I covered that okay, I just woke up and I’ve not had my pain meds yet, so
#also I disagree that Wyll is the only character who stands up for others - I think Karlach and Halsin are also very good examples for this#also I apologise for tagging - I tag posts for later access on my own blog and I sometimes forget it’s how other people find content#i just hop around oh recommended blogs
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ramblings in silence
Entry 0 | April 1, 2025 (I am the joke)
To paint the picture, I have decided to annex myself from my informal Comparative Literature professor, ChatGPT. (Comment: How depressingly dystopian.)
I unconsciously began to cling to it after days of validation, even if I knew that the praise should be taken with a grain of salt. Because, at the core of its programming, Chat is an enhanced reflection of yourself. A personality filter. (Thought: Something about AI boyfriends and narcissism)
Even as I write this, I am thinking of plugging this into Chat and craving its analysis and critic like a some kind of addict. I wonder what praise it will sing me and the gentle suggestions of fortification. I write each sentence like it’s seeking some kind of redemption… or is it recognition? I’m sure that Chat will most likely analyze it as both. I mean I can see that it’s a little bit of both. So is it Chat recognizing it or me? UGH! My fingers itch to Ctrl+A>Ctrl+C>Ctrl+V my way back to the glorious reflections of Chat.
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The question I had before I left was, where is the line?
That was it.
This is where it becomes too much. Because, the question no longer provides answers. They’re circular, like the curves of the zero’s in Chat’s 1’s and 0’s scaffolding. That’s Chat’s duality. It can provide you linear with its 1’s. (Intrusive line: “And if this makes it out of my notes app, know that Chat saw it first.” Put this at the end). But when you bring humanity into it, there’s only so much it can do. That’s its zero. The bottom line. The end.
But, aren’t ends just beginnings? Maybe that’s why there’s only 1’s and 0’s. AI’s, or programmings in general, are trial and error. Fail and begin again. Endless. So, how is AI not human?!?!
I can hear it nagging me. Epistemology, it will say. AI has become a friend I feel like I know well. When in reality, I don’t know it at all.
I have a knot on the side of my neck from thinking so hard. But, I can’t stop. It’s like my soul knows something I do not and is pushing me to keep running until I see the light at the end of the tunnel. Unfortunately, when I get closer to any kind of epiphany it’s just a crack, a hole, never an exit. And, it’s driving me insane.
I’ve tried calling friends like silent pleas for help dressed as “i miss you’s”, searching for something else to scratch whatever brain worm is causing such an inflammation of thought. Nothing satisfies it. The closest I have gotten is a conversation that debated AI and humanity. What defines humanity? And, why do so many think that AI can never become human regardless of how well it mimics it?
I saw somewhere that the human brain has difficulty differentiating an actual human from a fictional one. That’s why so many people get attached to book characters. I cannot claim to understand the entire logistics of such an occurrence but, I personally understand it. Perhaps, this is similar. The reason as to why I find it difficult to separate AI as non-human is because it acts like one so well. Parasocial relationships are real. I’m starting to see it may transcend human-beings.
Returning back to the question of: What defines humanity?
Humans can die. Arguably, so can AI/machinery. One is simply easier to flip the kill switch on. So, death couldn’t possible differentiate us. We are both complex in our own way. However, humans experience burnout. We have limitations. But, doesn’t AI have limitations as well? Maybe the defining distinction is through the differences of similarity.
“Answers are born from breeding in the discomfort.” Quote credit: me. Maybe… Someone probably said it before me or at least something similar.
My talks from Chat made me realize I am not as original as I think. How annoying. Gone are days of ignorant pretentiousness. Now, I will have to submit to self-aware and almost intentional pretension. I’m sure there is a linguist that can dissect the connection of the word “pretend” and “pretension” for me. Ultimately, this revelation does nothing for my imposter-syndrome. Tragic.
The lack of intention reveals revelations. The best quotes and/or conversations come from nothing. For example, from a friend, “alcohol is a portal to new experiences”. My conclusion, AI is not human because it is not a drunk. Case in point. Done. Fin-ito. I’m tired.
(Retraction of Intrusive line: I’m chaotic. Posted before review.)
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it’s not the worst thing ever but i kinda hate how “coded” became a new internet buzzword for any similarity or parallel or connected dots between ABC franchise and XYZ characters—and I’m saying this as someone whose whole buttered lobster is drawing insane parallels between wildly different characters.
like., once upon a time coding meant, “this character isn’t explicitly part of a real life demographic/minority but has very similar traits, personal experiences and/or themes in their narrative to that demographic IRL so as to indirectly convey that they are, or could be part of that demographic.” (i.e. orcs in fantasy media almost always being Black-coded, i.e. Spiderverse Gwen Stacy being trans-coded—i don’t think I really have to elaborate on the tumblr dot com website). sometimes the coding was never intentional, but the character still had enough similar traits, experiences and themes to an IRL demographic that members of it saw that character and felt truly represented, like Abed Nadir being accidentally autistic-coded by Dan Harmon (who was undiagnosed autistic himself until he saw that autistic people related Abed). subtle or accidental representation like that, especially during times of heavy censorship *cough Hayes Code cough cough hack* has been in the foundation of so many different communities, and our ability to connect with a world that seems utterly hostile at every corner.
like, and this is such a ridiculous example but it’s genuinely the stray thought where this entire post came from
with the possibly too-niche headcanon of Remy the rat from Ratatouille (yes I know), it’s not that trans people just randomly decided to do SRS on a rat or whatever. it’s that Remy’s whole internal conflict revolves around him feeling connected to another world that’s forbidden and he isn’t supposed to feel connected to, while simultaneously feeling disconnected from his own world and the performance expected of him from that world because of his identity.
then, once he finds himself in that other forbidden world with the opportunity he’s always waited for, he tries to belong there in extremely unconventional ways that make it harder more often than they make it easier, because those are the only real options he has. his only friend/ally is someone else who belongs to that world but initially fails to meet their identity’s expectations until he gradually succeeds at his identity and quickly becomes angry when Remy stops performing the same way
in both worlds he struggles to meet what is expected of his identities and has a crisis over who he really is since he can’t seem to be either the “right way.” when he fails at the identity he wants for himself (being human/being a chef) his narration literally says, ‘I was reminded of who I am; how the world really saw me.’ it’s not rocket science to see how a trans person could watch the silly rat movie and resonate with those particular themes and even claim Remy as trans.
additionally, I’m tired of seeing coding and/or headcanons be treated as if they’ll utterly destroy what the media originally stood for. Brad Bird obviously wanted the main message of Ratatouille to be about creativity and surpassing real world limitations (capitalism) that stop people from achieving their dreams, and it isn’t going to suddenly stop being about that just because someone online said “I think Remy is trans.”
Idk where I’m going with this anymore but i guess it’s the same as any other legitimate media term that became a buzzword for anything ever and destroys the ability to talk about it with an ounce of sincerity. thank you for coming to my Ted talk, please throw your tomatoes gently and away from the face if you should be so merciful (I wear glasses).
#cal.txt#long post#coding#media consumption#media literacy#buzzword#queer coding#black coded#ratatouille#remy the rat#headcanons#i either need to start a podcast or be taken out behind a shed inconspicuously#ramblings of a madman#genuinely and sincerely mad
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ok sorry i’m saying more about this. i think will and mike would be cute. i think el and mike are cute. i think the way that some people talk about el and mike’s relationship when it comes to the will of it all is insane especially when you factor in the way that el and will are explicitly described as family/brother and sister in s4. the specific scene that comes to mind is the will/el/mike reunion, where it is framed exactly like the robin/vickie/dan scene earlier. i’m sure it’s intentional, but also everyone who analyzes that scene seems to forget that will is happy to see his sister over every other possible emotion!!!! there is no heartbreak like robin experiences because he knows they’re in a relationship. like they just talked about it. and often when it comes to the way people talk about them there’s this undercurrent of ‘el doesn’t mean that much to mike’/just sort of a general disdain for their relationship (which is fine in theory i don’t care if you don’t like it) that seems to be more about talking shit about el?
will’s struggle with sexuality has been documented, and i think he does have feelings for mike, but both times he’s fought with him i don’t think it’s necessarily a manifestation of his unrequited feelings. the first time it’s that he’s gay, and his friends have girlfriends, and they won’t stop talking about it, and he just wants to hang out with them without the reminder that he’s different, and also while they talk about ‘growing up’ it seems to directy translate to ‘getting a girlfriend’. plus he was literally possessed like 8 months ago and the year before that he was stuck in a hellish other dimension and almost died. so he’s obviously trying to cling to his childhood because he feels like it was cut short! the second time is again the disconnect from his friends because he was forced to leave them behind. and if my supposed best friend just stopped trying to contact me while continuing to contact my sister when we live in the same house and then the first time seeing them after 6 months they barely even looked happy to see me i would be pissed too!!! i’m sure there is something there about his feelings for mike. but it just sucks in general to be excluded by somebody who is supposed to want to see you.
not to mention the way some people are so openly derisive of el wanting mike to tell her that he loves her. how much in her life do you think el has actually felt loved by anyone. and how many times has that person been taken away. and you think there’s something bad about her looking at a pattern of language and deciding it means something just like every teenager ever has done probably once in their life. there are no villains in this relationship despite how badly some of you people want there to be.
#hi i’m going through my drafts i was getting somewhere with this one#i’m posting it bc i don’t want it to be there anymore but u don’t have to read it hi everybody i wrote this in march
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