#it must be a misunderstanding but idk how to prove it…..

[yoohyeon]

I was going to sleep but now I don’t feel well….

[digitaldiarystuff]

Fatal Attraction Pt.2

please don’t hate me cause of how bad i write smut, idk what it is but i can’t write it to save my life hope it doesn’t suck🫣

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pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Y/N

genre: smut

summary: you were childhood best friends with Fermin which resulted in meeting Pedri since they got close, you couldn’t deny he was dreamy but he had a bad reputation so you try your best to steer clear of him but can you succeed?

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“You know Y/N, all you have to do is ask.” you could basically hear the smile he had on as he spoke, you cursed yourself for not being more calm and being as wet as you are.

“This is… just a misunderstanding.” you tried to argue but his hand on your waist was already drawing patterns on your back and it made you sound so vulnerable.

“Oh, I’m sure it is. There must be another Pedri.” he teased you.

“Well, there isn’t.” you fessed up and looked up at him. Damn he had an intense gaze. “But I don’t wanna sleep with you.”

“Okay” he replied biting his lip to not laugh. You were extremely frustrated because he just knew what he was doing to you.

“I really don’t.”

“I believe you.”

“No you don’t.”

“No I don’t.”

“Ughh” you groaned and tried wiggling out of his touch because suddenly, it became too much but he kept you still steadying you with both his arms and moving to stand right in front of you.

“I’ll believe you on one condition.”

“What?” you hastily asked hoping whatever he says could rescue you but to your absolute shock he remained silent as his left hand started inching lower. Your breath hitched and your whole body froze, including your brain because why the hell would you let Pedri do this whilst your best friend was sleeping in the next door. But a part of you was so excited about what’s happening that you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“You can tell me to stop at any moment.” he whispered against your lips as you realized how close he got to you. All your focus was on his fingers at the waistband of your jeans. You knew he meant it but it was too late to stop.

His hand swiftly lifted the band and reached your underwear, you didn’t even know what kind you were wearing but hoped it was something sexy. Once he finally reached his destination his face broke into a big smug smile, he just proved to both of you that you were dripping without him having to touch you.

“Okay, fine” you raised your hands knowing you couldn’t lie now. “You caught me” you figured he’d just retreat his hand and go about his day gloating to Fermin tomorrow but he gently started to rub your lips which made you moan out loud. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment but just couldn’t control it.

“Pedri” you whined and held his forearm.

He waited for you to say something but you couldn’t muster a single word as his fingers worked their magic. If you weren’t so turned on, you’d be so embarrassed because of the sounds you were making.

“We’re just starting, do you want me to stop?” he fake pouted and brought his lips to your neck leaving open mouthed kisses. You were a whimpering mess by now but Pedri looked calm as a cucumber like he was just doing mundane things. When you didn’t answer him, he pressed his fingers down to your core harshly making you moan.

“I said, do you want me to stop Y/N? Or do you want me to fuck you while Fermin’s right next door?”

You couldn’t even think straight, just whispered yes, yes, yes and Pedri wasted no time pushing you to one of the guest rooms next to Fermin’s bedroom just like he said. There was something about doing it while he could hear you that excited both of you even though he was probably knocked out by now.

He couldn’t even wait until you reached the bed and slammed you against the door. If it was anyone else you’d be annoyed but you were so desperate for Pedri that you didn’t say a word and reached for his face. He understood perfectly and kissed you for the first time, if you were in trouble before, you were absolutely fucked now because as soon as his soft lips touched yours you were gone. His hands were still going at a steady pace and you both could hear the sounds coming from you, you felt a little nervous about being this enthusiastic but Pedri made sure to tell you how much he enjoyed your excitement.

“You sound amazing, cariño.”

“Pedri” you couldn’t do much and just whisper his name over and over again. “Take me to bed”

And he did just that. He laid you down and got rid of every clothing item you had on starting from your jeans. Yes, you had black lace underwear on.

He kissed every inch of your thighs but you were growing impatient quickly so you pulled yourself up and toyed with his hair before pulling it hard. He moaned and you could’ve sworn this was the prettiest sound anyone can make.

“Are you going to do something?” you asked annoyed.

“Like what?” he leaned back and smirked, it was evident he enjoyed this game more than you.

“Like this.” you said and pushed his head between your legs and Pedri happily obliged. He was licking and kissing for what felt like hours and when you finally came, you had multiple dried tears on your face from how much pleasure you felt.

After the mind blowing sex Pedri finally stopped his movements and laid down next to you, panting. You also had to take a minute to catch your breath but that was when the panic started. You felt the clouds around your mind scatter and you realized the situation you were currently in, you and Pedri laying naked in Fermin’s guest bed. It was a heartbreaking revelation, you just became his latest conquest.

Your mind went into panic mode and you quickly stood up, Pedri looked at you confused.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah” you replied while trying to fit your legs into your jeans.

He didn’t say anything else, what was he going to say ‘oh please stay with me Y/N I’m madly in love with you’ You cursed yourself for falling into his trap but had to act nonchalant to gain back some dignity.

You walked over to the mirror and fixed your hair trying to look less disheveled. Your plan was to walk out without giving him any attention but he just couldn’t shut up.

“Uh, you sure you’re okay? I thought this was what you wanted.” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

You walked over to the door just to make a dramatic turn around and smirked as convincingly as possible hoping his judgement was clouded post sex and he couldn’t tell it.

“It was and now I want to go.”

[qqueenofhades]

maybe i'm misunderstanding the concept, but it lately it's felt like Online Leftists™️ have been using homonationalism as a cudgel against lgbt people wanting to go abroad and feel comfortable doing so instead of as idk a way to critique american exceptionalism or whatever

The thing about Online Leftists and American exceptionalism in any capacity is that literally all their ideas and concepts of it are a) gibberish and b) completely contradictory and hypocritical. This is because it is all based on a reactionary Vibes ideology that has to constantly change itself to oppose whatever the Democrats/the US/the West in general is doing and therefore has no actual logical guidelines or consistent internal principles. To wit:

America is the most powerful country in the world, and that influence is always and forever totally evil because (insert terrible shit America has done here, which is then generalized and applied to all time periods and places without context or nuance). Indeed, America is so powerful that no other country or government in the world has actual agency or makes real choices for which they are morally and legally responsible; they're just helpless and manipulated pawns reacting to American/Western imperialism (which is the only kind of imperialism that exists, somehow). As such, nothing they ever do is actually "bad" or worthy of condemnation, because they're just totally victimized by America and everything they do is justified as long as it is anti-America. Hence, Russia genociding the Ukrainians is actually fine and good, the Ukrainians must have deserved it somehow (witness how many of the people currently screaming about Gaza were yelling that Ukraine was totally fine to attack actually!) and America is evil for trying to intervene. Russian propaganda calls America bad, we think America is bad, and therefore Russian propaganda must be correct, we love Russian propaganda a whole lot and have no interest in examining that fact any further. Russia is actually good because it used to be the USSR! Did you know that?

However, Israel genociding Gaza is utterly unforgivable and terrible and anyone who tries to offer any kind of realistic critique or appraisal of what can or can't be done to stop it is a genocide apologist. America should in fact be intervening to the point of invading Israel and/or dismantling the Israeli state, because maximalist American military intervention is Good when we say it is (but the rest of the time it's the most awful evil thing in the world WHY DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT THE GLOBAL SOUTH). America is still the most powerful country in the world and it should be intervening at all times, but actually it shouldn't do that at all because we're totally not the right-wing America First isolationists sent through the rabbit hole. If America does not choose to exercise its almighty godlike power to stop all the evil in the world (but remember, American military intervention of any kind is obviously bad and Ukraine should definitely still be genocided), it is just proving how evil it actually is. Remember, nobody else makes real choices. They're just reacting to America. America is all-powerful and also evil but still should use this evil power for good because it's good if we decide it is.

Voting is meaningless because the parties are the same, but it's powerful enough to produce a president god-king who could just decide to snap his fingers and end all bad things in the world but just doesn't do that (at least if he's a Democrat; we don't really care what a Republican president does). We think this is a good idea, but don't worry, America is still the source of all evil in the world. America should intervene everywhere and nowhere all at once. America should do nothing because everything it does is evil and past redemption and the only solution is The Revolution which destroys society. America is evil because it was founded on the violent oppression and exploitation of minorities, and therefore the solution is to let fascists be elected to punish those minorities even more because they get in the way of our purist thought experiments and their actual lived experiences don't matter when they contradict our Ideology. BUT ACTUALLY IT STILL SHOULD MILITARILY INTERVENE EVERYWHERE WE SAY SO BUT ACTUALLY IT SHOULDN'T EVER GLOBAL SOUTH. (We don't know what the Global South is or any of its issues, politics, problems, identities, languages, postcolonial developments or so forth, but we know that the Cold War happened and it was all America's fault. Have you heard this piece of Russian propaganda about how Joe Biden is the antichrist? SILENCE IS VIOLENCE SO YOU BETTER SHARE IT.)

Likewise, we support LGBTQ rights in theory but we don't think they're ever worth actually voting to protect (remember, voting is meaningless!) if that also contradicts our aim of The Revolution. We love virulently anti-gay groups like the Houthis if they theoretically support our Anti Genocide stance (don't look at Ukraine, that doesn't count) and also hate Jews. Israel is the only country in the world that has LGBTQ rights and also does stupid or awful military things, and therefore it alone is the problem because it's just pretending to be a democracy or have LGBTQ rights (in comparison to the rest of the Middle East) because it's just cynically covering for all its sins, but those sins are actually America, because Israel is just a white settler colonialist outpost of America, so America not stopping what Israel is doing (by being Israel) is bad. Remember, America is the source of all evil in the world and all other countries are its puppets, so it is also Israel, but it should stop being Israel, because it's the only country that ever makes any choices or has agency. We are very smart.

...basically, if your head hurt trying to read that or follow the logic, that's the point. It has to change constantly and contort itself around in order to both oppose those Weak Mainstream Liberals and act like it has the perfect moral high ground in doing so, regardless of what principles it has to change or what hypocrisies it has to embrace. As such, it has been stripped of any authentic critique or ability to say anything about anything, and I suggest we generally stop letting it pretend that it does. That is the only way to rescue western leftism and make it actually 2% of use at opposing fascism, because right now? Nah. Not in the least. It's actively and gleefully enabling fascism, and after so long hearing how us normie Democratic-voting losers were going to be the ones collaborating with fascists, it makes me just a little bit crazy. Good thing we can erase that too.

[th3sp4rr0w]

Day Eighteen

A03 Link <- Starts at Chapter/Day One for those just joining us :))

Prompts For Day Eighteen Fever/Vomiting/Warm Soup 

Alt. Prompt For Day Eighteen Misunderstanding 

Prompts Used for Day Eighteen Fever, Vomiting, Warm Soup

Tw's; Human Experimentation (Not necessarily medical? But it's still an experiment? Idk), Vomiting, Injury Mention

Chapter Eighteen under the cut :)

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“Log 54 on subjects F and T. This is Agent J speaking. I am by myself verbally recording the results to the second stage of the temperature experiments.

“As you recall from previous recordings, we started out with alternating colder and warmer temperatures in their private room. The cold side was mid 40’s, the warm being mid 80’s. Subject F was sensitive to the heat, while subject T was sensitive to the cold. We decided further experimentation was required.

“Yesterday my team and I conducted another temperature experiment. We took Agent A’s suggestion and moved them out of the room they are usually kept in for the experiment, as it would skew her personal studies on the subjects. Starting with a baseline of 68 degrees and working our way into freezing temperatures, then increasing it until we just exceeded regular body temperatures, we tested to see if our initial findings were correct. Subject F was increasingly sensitive to the heat, while thriving in the cold. Subject T, on the contrary, thrived in the heat while incredibly sensitive to the cold.

“Putting heat and cold packs on the boys proved to only increase their discomfort to an almost painful degree. We are still unsure if they can feel pain, due to their more human features, or if they are pretending like other ghosts would. We are still certain they are not sentient and will continue to test regardless of whether they do.

“I have no reason to believe they have purposely skewed my experiment. I did initially believe that they must have decided to rebel by doing so, however after careful observation by both myself and Agent A, I find it highly improbable. The subjects, while they can be insubordinate and incredibly disrespectful, usually do not try to push when I tell them to do something. Though, that behavior only started after they received a few punishments for doing so. They may be more intelligent than the average ghost, and we will have to do further testing on that front, however that will not be today.

“My team has informed me that yesterday’s experiments have left the boys increasingly sensitive, almost sickly. I have been told that, as part of Agent A’s experiment I have yet to be privy to, she has been feeding the subjects. She says she has reason to suspect that the human bodies they parade around still work. I have to say I agree with her hypothesis. When you give a full ghost food, not only is it contributing to food waste, but it does not need to be excreted anywhere, leading us to believe that there is no digestion. The subjects, however, do have a need to excrete waste when they have finished the digestion process.

“We have decided to take this opportunity to do further testing. We will be preparing to take hot, warm, and cold dishes to the subjects over the next few days. Pending the results of this, we may need to do further research on ghosts and how they work, as we have seen ghosts with temperature sensitivities but never in this extreme. Agent A will deliver all the food we will prepare, as a sort of collaboration. I am not pleased by this, however it came at the request of both Agent A and the department head.

“This has been log number 54. I will, of course, be taking notes throughout the experiment and will be giving an update at a later date. This is the end of the log, provided by Agent J.”

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Cardinal sighed as he sat up on the cot. His lungs felt like they had been shoved full of mucus. It occasionally ran down the back of his throat, causing loud, wet coughs to reverberate through the room. He’d been forced to keep his lower facemask off for the most part, unless he wanted to trap the mucus and saliva against his face. He didn’t feel like doing that, understandably. Most of the agents that came around them had already seen the scar on his cheek anyways.

He’d already been preparing to hide it from the public as best as he could, but he was not looking forward to telling Batman that they’d seen his cheek. Nightwing wasn’t likely to be happy, either, but he didn’t want to be blamed for it. He’d done his best.

Phantom wasn’t much better. Whereas Cardinal’s body wracked with cold chills, Phantom’s caused him to sweat near-constantly. Cardinal thought the other boy was worse off in all honesty; where he was, for the most part, fully lucid, just sick, Phantom kept confusing reality for whatever dream he’d been having. Cardinal didn’t know what their temperatures were, but feeling Phantom’s forehead didn’t help. He determined he probably had a fever, which was not that helpful. He’d almost taken a page out of Nightwing’s book, but he maintained that it was still creepy no matter what the reasoning was to bend down and kiss someone’s forehead when they were sick and couldn’t fight you off.

At least he got Phantom’s hoodie in the meantime. The other boy had a tank-top on so he didn’t feel too bad about it. He pulled the hood up as he sat in the room.

He was glad he didn’t have his cape in a way; it would remind him too much of being Robin. Although it pained him to do so, he wanted to distance himself from ever having been him.

On the other hand, he was cold. The cape helped a lot with that. The Robin suit was supposed to as well, and Batgirl’s leggings would be a blessing, but they still hadn’t gotten their clothes back from showering.

They were probably combing them for evidence or something. He could respect it, but he also resented them for it right now. The hoodie and sweats were warm, but they weren’t warm enough.

He checked over Phantom again. He’d been trying to keep an eye on him to make sure he was still improving, even if it was by little bits. So far, he hadn’t seen much improvement, but at least he wasn’t getting worse. He wished he could make ice or something; he bet that would help the other boy right now.

He heard the soft jingle of keys. He heard someone unlocking all the locks, one by one. He wondered who it was this time. Time had been going extra weird, since he couldn’t puzzle out when Agent J’s shift was.

There was a soft knock as a warning. Only Agent A did that; they were... well, not safe. However, for the time being, he reluctantly trusted her not to hurt them.

She walked forward, pulling something along behind her. He looked at her curiously.

“I know I said I wasn’t going to,” she started out, “But I knew you boys needed something a little better than crap protein bars and stuff that barely counts as fruit. I told them that you guys still need to eat, I’m sorry!”

Cardinal looked at her guilty face.

“I framed this as an experiment,” she added. “I predict that, with adequate nutrition, your injuries would heal better, and you’d get over feeling yucky sooner!”

He snorted. “I would think that, as scientists, they would figure that nutrition would help anybody feel better.”

She giggled as she started giving him a bowl of soup. “They’ve always shut me down when I wanted to preform experiments like that,” she handed him a spoon, “Someone did tests and figured that ghosts don’t have bathroom needs and concluded that meant they didn’t have digestive systems.”

Cardinal looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. “They know that different species have different ways of converting waste and absorbing nutrients, right? How do they know ghosts don’t convert it into ectoplasm or something? It has to go somewhere, anyways; what did they think happened to it?”

She looked at him, slightly stunned. “I hadn’t even thought of that! I’ve looked over the notes before, but all they’ve ever said is that the food disappeared.” she said.  

He smiled. “Phantom and I have been talking about it. It’d make sense, since ghosts have to-”

He cut himself off with a cough. She immediately began to rub his back, trying to soothe him.

“Here,” she muttered, “I brought tissues.”

She gave him one, allowing him to cough up the ball of mucus that had started trying to go down his throat and into his lungs. When he was done wiping his lips free of the filth, she was holding a small trash can in front of him.

“I also brought this,” she said sheepishly. “In case one of you gets an upset stomach.”

“Thank you, Agent A,” he said softly. He tried his hardest to keep his tone pleasant.

She smiled at him. “You’re welcome, honey,” she cupped his cheek. “I have one about your age, you know. You’re so much like him,” she whispered.

“What’s his name?” He didn’t really care. He just wanted to be polite.

“Jason,” she said.

He felt a jolt of panic run through his body. He’d never get used to hearing his own name in the domino. It did increase his suspicion that they already knew who he was, though. What are the odds?

“I have a cousin named Jason,” he said in response. Her eyebrows raised.

“Really?” she asked. “What a coincidence!”

He nodded. What a coincidence indeed. Instead of a verbal response, he picked up his spoon and began to spoon up soup to put it in his mouth.

He could feel the warmth, and he could see it was steaming. He figured it couldn’t be that hot, though, because it felt like it was cool enough to eat. He put the spoon in his mouth.

She watched him. “How is it?” she asked.

“Like someone made it with piss,” he thought. “Really good!” Was what he said.

She looked pleased. “It’s my homemade recipe!” she said proudly.

He resisted the urge to make a comment. “You did a good job!” was what he said instead.

She patted him on his head. “Wake Phantom up soon, please? I don’t want his soup to get cold,” she sounded concerned.

He nodded. “I’ll give him a few more minutes. He just went down.”

She nodded. “Okay,” she agreed easily. There was something in her tone that he couldn’t quite identify. It might’ve been... annoyance? “I have to go, but you boys enjoy the soup!”

She left without much more fanfare. He shrugged.

He kept eating the soup. It was nearly inedible, and nothing like Alf’s soup back home, but it wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever eaten. Batman tried to make a birthday dinner when he found out his birthday was the same day as Alf’s. He’d eaten every bite of that and ended up with severe food poisoning; he figured this couldn’t be any worse.

He debated if he was going to make Phantom eat, but figured he’d better if Agent A was actually doing an experiment for once. He didn’t want her to get fired or something; whether he trusted her or not, she was being decent to them. That had to count for something, right?

He set his soup aside and started shaking Phantom’s shoulder. “Phantom? Hey, man, you gotta get up,” he said softly.

Phantom groaned. “No’ now, ma,” he slurred.

Cardinal raised an eyebrow. “I am not your mom,” he muttered. “Hey, dude, come on,” he said and shook him a bit harder.

Phantom whined. He tried to curl in on himself more. Cardinal didn’t let him, grabbing him and hauling him into a sitting position. “Dude,” he said, “You gotta eat. Come on, we got soup. It’s even warm,” he said.

He grabbed Phantom’s soup, giving it a quick taste test. It was, surprisingly, worse than his was. He grimaced and set the bowl back on the cart. “Okay, maybe not that one,” he said, “But you can have the rest of mine. It’s not the best,” he said, grabbing his bowl, “But we can drink some water after we eat.”

Phantom looked at him with glassed over eyes. “Soup?” he muttered.

“Yes, soup,” Cardinal said. “Want soup?”

“No,” he slurred. “Don’ wan get souped ‘gain,” he said.

Cardinal made a mental note to tell Agent A that Phantom was disorientated. This wasn’t likely to be good.

“Food,” he said instead. “Come on, you need to eat,” he said.

He grabbed a spoonful of soup and brought it to his lips. It reminded him of taking care of his mom as she deteriorated. He pushed the thought out of his head as he put the spoon in Phantom’s mouth.

He whimpered. Cardinal made sure he swallowed. “Hot,” he said.

He grabbed a tissue and wiped down his forehead. “I know, buddy,” he said. “I’m sorry,” he added.

After he threw the tissue into the trash can, he spooned more warm soup into Phantom’s mouth. The boy let it happen, obediently swallowing the food he’d put into his mouth. When Cardinal got to the end of the soup, he let the other boy lay back down.

He grabbed the other bowl and grimaced. It’d be good for him, he knew. He didn’t want it to go to waste, if only for the sake of having someone somewhat nice to them on their side. He took a deep breath.

It wasn’t his stomach upset, right? He grabbed the bowl in one hand and pinched his already-stuffy nose with the other. He pretended he wasn’t getting snot on his fingers as he tilted his head backwards in preparation.

He started chugging the soup. Dribbles of it ran down his face as he went, trying to get it over with.

The warmth traveled through him. It was the first time he’d felt really warm since he’d been shoved into that ice bath.

He felt immediately better after he finished it. The lingering taste on his tongue made him cringe, but at least he was almost positive it wouldn’t give him food poisoning.

He got up and got some water from the cupboard. He downed a bottle to wash away the taste and grabbed another for Phantom.

When he turned around, he found the other boy sitting up and about to vomit. He lunged for the bucket Agent A had given them, barely getting it under his mouth as the boy’s stomach emptied itself of its contents. He could hear the pathetic sounds he made as he retched and gagged, his body convulsing with movement. Cardinal winced in sympathy.

He rubbed his back softly. He opened the water when he was done, pouring some in his mouth and making sure Phantom swallowed it. He hadn’t like the soup going down; he figured it didn’t taste any better coming back up. He felt vaguely guilty for forcing him to eat it to begin with. At least he was fairly certain neither party could be blamed for Phantom puking. It’s not like he did it on purpose.

He thought about it for a second. He at least hoped that they couldn’t blame anyone for Phantom throwing up. These people sometimes seemed to think they did things just because it amused them or something.

He sat with his brother for a few more minutes as he finally calmed down. He helped him lay back down. That proved to be a mistake.

Within minutes, he was gagging again. Cardinal helped him sit up again and held him as he dry heaved into the bucket, knuckles white against the dark trash can. Cardinal wondered if Phantom would be able to let it go; he was holding it so tight.

The smell was somehow even worse than the taste. He was suddenly grateful his nose was so stopped up; the stench was still somewhat overpowering, and he couldn’t even smell right yet.

He kept an ear out for the jingle of keys as he propped Phantom up against the wall. He rubbed his back as the poor boy cried. He exuded the very aura of misery; it was like watching someone kick a puppy. He wished he could take all his pain. He hated watching his family members be sick.

He sat next to his brother. He grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth as best as he could, throwing the tissue in the can. He was glad Agent A had the foresight to give them one; it still sucked that Phantom was feeling like this, but at least they didn’t have to scrub the floor and didn’t have to watch awkwardly while someone else did it.

He made sure to put the bottles into his hoodie pockets. He was going to rinse out the one Phantom put his mouth on after he puked, but he usually filled up a couple bottles during their bathroom breaks. Phantom liked really cold water, while Cardinal himself preferred warm water. It was just another thing that had changed about him since he died.

He sighed. Now was so not the time to think about that. Sometimes it felt like he was going crazy here.

He refocused his attention to Phantom. He vaguely thought about pulling a journal out to write his symptoms in, but he didn’t feel like risking getting onto the counter right now. The last thing they needed was him cracking his head open, and then having to explain how he cracked his head open to the agents. He didn’t think they’d appreciate his tendency to squirrel things away like that. He had suspected someone was checking their room when they left for a while, but he didn’t think they figured out the ceiling trick considering the gun was still up there last he checked.

Phantom pressed his head onto Cardinal’s shoulder. Cardinal let it happen; he patted his head absently.

He heard keys. He pushed his sleeves up and moved his hood more securely over his head.

Agent J walked in. They sniffed. “What is that smell?”

“Phantom threw up,” he responded, pointing to the small trash can.

They scrunched up their face. “How did you two get that in here?”

Cardinal resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Agent A brought it in when she brought soup.”

Agent J did roll their eyes. “Figures. She's much too soft on you two.”

Cardinal opened his mouth and shut it. Agent J raised an eyebrow.

“Are you two coming?”

He blinked. “Bathroom break?”

“Why else would I be here?”

He shrugged and got off the cot, helping Phantom off. He threw his arm around him to help him balance.

They began following Agent J to the bathroom. As they walked, he spotted an agent. He squinted.

He was holding a watch. He checked it before slipping it back into his pocket. Cardinal got an idea.

As they passed the agent, he pretended to stumble. He bumped into the agent.

His hand slipped into his pocket and grabbed the watch. He drew his hand into his sleeve and out of the pocket quickly as he and Phantom headed towards the floor.

The other agent caught them, helping them up. “Whoa, you okay there, buddy?”

He nodded shyly as Agent J turned around. “What did you do now, subject T? How incompetent-”

“Whoa, what’s going on?” The other agent asked. “They’re just kids.”

“You fool,” Agent J hissed. “Those two are the ghosts parading around as teenagers. Don’t be fooled-”

“He tripped. He’s carrying that other one- what's going on with them anyways? What’s wrong?”

Agent J rolled their eyes and snatched Phantom from his grip, gesturing for Cardinal to move away. “They’re having adverse reactions to their experiments from yesterday. They’re going to be fine,” they said scathingly. “Don’t get involved. You are not needed in this situation. I understand that their forms are deceiving, which is why I asked agents of your rank not to be involved.”

They looked at Cardinal with a withering glare. “You, take him,” they said, shoving Phantom back in his arms, “And keep up. Do not pull a stunt like this again."

“How about I help you guys to where you’re going?” The agent offered.

“No,” Agent J said, already turning around. “I will have your badge if you get involved.”

He looked at Cardinal as he began to follow. “I’m sorry, kid,” he said quietly.

“’s okay,” he said in response. “I’m kind of used to it at this point.” He was willing to admit he might’ve gone to far as he felt eyes on them as they walked down the hallway.

He pocketed his prize in his sweats as they trekked on. When they got to the bathroom, he helped Phantom into a stall as he turned his attention to the sinks.

He rinsed out the bottle Phantom had used thoroughly and filled it with as cold of water as he could get. When he was finished, he filled his own with warm water. He finally used the bathroom himself, taking his time.

When he was finished, he knocked on the door to the stall Phantom was in. “Hey? You doing okay?” he asked softly.

He heard a groan. He frowned and tried the door. It was unlocked, so he let himself in.

The other boy looked up at him pathetically. Cardinal sighed and helped him up to get him to the sink.

He fumbled with the cold water, sticking his hand in and making a pleased sound. Cardinal watched as he stuck his other semi-formed hand into the water and started trying to splash his face. When he couldn’t quite get the movement down, he practically stuck his entire head under the faucet.

He watched for a few minutes to make sure he wasn’t drowning and went to another sink, keeping an eye on Phantom to make sure nothing changed. He had a feeling drowning wouldn’t do much in terms of making him feel better.

Though, Phantom was looking, albeit only slightly, better. He got an idea.

He turned on the hot water. He watched as steam started rising from the sink and stuck his hand in the faucet.

It should’ve burned. He got the distinct impression that it should’ve hurt; it would’ve hurt before the accident. Then again, he was always finding weird things that hadn’t happened before the accident. He took a deep breath. It felt nice.

He splashed his face and it was even better. It clicked.

For whatever reason, his body craved the heat. The hotter the better, really. He figured Phantom was the opposite if the way he was sticking his head in the sink was any indication. He felt worse for making Phantom drink the soup. He vaguely wondered just how hot it was; if the water in the sink was any indication, he figured he felt the heat differently to everybody else. He wondered if the opposite for the cold was true. He hoped he didn’t hurt Phantom too bad with his mistake.

Oh well. He wondered if he should tell Agent A; fake or not, she seemed to at the very least want to get the boys to trust her. He definitely wouldn’t trust her more if he told her about this and she did what Agent J had and swapped their temperature preferences on purpose. That’d just be bad business.

When he finally wrenched Phantom’s head out of the sink, he helped him dry off with paper towels and threw them into the trash can. Once they were both dry, he helped him out of the bathroom.

He wasn’t certain, but he swore Phantom was walking better. He didn’t feel like he had to take as much of his weight as he had when they were walking here. They left the bathroom together.

Agent J wordlessly started leading them back to their room. As they passed the agent again, he subtly pressed something into Cardinal's palm when they walked passed. He looked up at him and mouthed ‘thank you’ as he walked. The agent nodded at him and went on his way.

When they got to the room, Agent J held the door for them and slammed it shut when they got in. The locks were put into place as they got settled back onto the cot.

He opened his hand to find two pieces of chocolate. He smiled a bit to himself. He tested how he felt standing up before deciding to stick them into their hiding spot for when they felt better.

He climbed onto the counter and moved the tile. He put the two pieces of chocolate into the hole he opened up. He paused.

His fingers ghosted over the gun. He... had started to wear his belt again.

He took it out. He looked it over as he stood there. He replaced the tile and hopped down.

He inspected it as he did so many times before. He hadn’t known how to tell Phantom about it yet, and looking at him now, he wasn’t sure if he could right now. But he did have an idea.

He was pretty sure that, like the collars, the gun used some sort of ectoplasm. He took a deep breath.

It may not be the smartest idea he’d ever had, especially since he was sick, but he tried to make the tip of his pinky finger intangible. If he could train his collar to a tolerable level, he could start training the gun to pull ectoplasm out of him instead of manually loading it. He was pretty sure that’s what the agents had been doing anyways; he didn’t know much about it.

Being picky about weapon choices was for those who have options. Batman and Robin had choices; Cardinal didn’t. It was this gun, and a now dull baterang. He supposed he could probably try and snag a scalpel next time they went to the hospital-like room and got experimented on, but he wasn’t about to risk that. He was already risking everything.

He put the gun in his belt and let his finger go back to being solid. Phantom usually tried to stick it in stuff, but he wasn’t willing to do that right now. He was trying to learn to control his powers while also training his collar. He wasn’t about to risk that, given the conditions.

He almost laughed. Just a few months ago he never would’ve thought he could be in this situation.

He suddenly remembered the water. He fumbled for the cold one first; it was, unsurprisingly, almost painfully cold. It felt like ice against his skin. He put it in Phantom’s hands.

He grabbed the still-warm one next. He opened it and sipped. He sighed in relief.

He could get them both healthy- or as healthy as they could be in this hellscape- now that he knew what he was dealing with. He wondered what they could’ve done if they knew this all along. Oh well.

He suddenly remembered what he’d done in the hall. He pulled the watch out from his pocket.

He could’ve cried. 3:15.

It was an actual watch face- he hoped that it would last longer than a digital. He felt like he had to charge his every three days; he’d eventually just given up. He was pretty sure it sat in the back of his closet; he couldn’t wait to get it back on his wrist. He was going to wear that thing forever if it meant he never had to go without knowing the time ever again.

It was almost remarkable how he missed the little things. Sure, he missed big stuff too; going to school, talking with the baby bird, his family. He still never knew that he could miss simple stuff like knowing the time and going to the bathroom whenever he needed to instead of... whatever their schedule was for taking them. He could know , now. He wouldn’t have to wonder as much. As far as he could tell they had rigorous schedules that they didn’t really deviate from during the day unless they had an experiment planned.

He tried not to grin. He failed. He knew what time it was.

Sure, he still couldn’t decipher if it was morning or night. It almost didn’t matter. He could always figure that out later with careful questioning. Agent A usually let them ask some questions, though sometimes she refused to answer. They hadn’t gotten brave enough to ask how long they’d been there yet.

He thought about climbing back up on the counter to grab a journal and record the time. He decided against it. He could always hide the watch on his person somewhere if they found the stash; if he proved he knew what time it was, they would ask questions. If they asked questions, they would figure out he had a watch on him. Then they’d want to find it and take it from him.

He carefully put the watch away. He could watch it tic along every day if he wanted to, but he didn’t want to get caught with it. He still marveled that he felt like he could watch the seconds go by, literally, and not get bored out of sheer relief. He touched the pouch after he closed it. He ghosted back over the pouch with the gun.

He knew he’d never be the same when he got out. It was why he went from being Robin to Cardinal. Reminding himself of the people that had gotten him this far was the only reason he remained somewhat sane.

He kept an eye on Phantom as he began to lightly exercise. He figured if drinking warm soup and water helped him feel better, raising his core temperature should work as well. He was slightly shocked that nobody had ever caught them yet. Especially when Phantom joined; they always got a bit too into it. In their defense, there really wasn’t much else they could do.

Phantom sat on the cot and looked over him with glassy eyes. They at least looked a bit more aware than they did before he had access to cold water. He’d already finished his bottle. He almost wished they had a sink in their room; that would make things so much easier. Oh well.

Beggars can’t be choosers.

When he was done with his exercises, he checked the time again. 4:45.

He wondered if they were going to be fed again as he tore into a protein bar. He’d finally stopped shivering. His nasal cavities had started running with gusto; he took it as a good sign. He threw them into the bucket, which still hadn’t been emptied. He probably should’ve taken it with him to empty and rinsed it out, but in his defense, he was a bit preoccupied with Phantom. At least the boy looked to be doing slightly better.

He finished the bar and put the wrapper back into the cabinet.

A few more minutes went by. He wasn’t sure what to do now. He sat with Phantom, tucking the watch back into his belt.

He got a familiar feeling and grabbed a tissue. He sneezed into it as he heard keys jingling.

He suffered through his sneeze attack as Agent A came into the room. He waved as best as he could before going back to sneezing incessantly. He vaguely registered she had another cart with her, bearing what vaguely smelled like more soup. He grabbed a new tissue and blew his nose.

He figured he should tell her. About the hot and cold thing, not that her soup tasted like piss. That just seemed rude.

He looked at her. “Hey,” he greeted.

“Hi,” she said easily. “How was it? Did it settle okay?”

“It was good,” he lied, “But it didn’t settle well for Phantom. I think it’s because of the temperature.”

Her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

He explained. She looked vaguely surprised. “Really?” She asked.

He nodded.

She hummed. “This just came off the stove in our break room,” she said, using her sleeves to grab it. “It’s pretty hot. It’s almost too hot for me to handle the bowl.”

Cardinal took it in his bare hands. “It feels warm,” he said.

“It’s not too hot for you?” She asked.

He shook his head. He grabbed a spoon and dipped it in, bringing it to his mouth. Aside from the general taste and texture of it...

“It’s perfect,” he said. “It’s not too hot or anything, for me. I don’t know how-”

“No, no, this is... wow, this is remarkable,” she said. “You’re really helping me out. I’m going to record this- if this is good for you, and he’s the opposite, I should probably grab him something else, huh?”

He shrugged. “I can always wait for it to cool down before I give it to him, but thank you."

She grabbed the bowl carefully, putting it on the other cart along with the empty bowls, making sure to set the tissue box on the other one before starting to wheel it out. “Nonsense. I don’t know what I’ll grab him yet, but I’ll think of something- I think I have some premade broth in the fridge? I’ll be right back, honey, you just eat your soup.”

He smiled at her. “Thank you, Agent A.”

She smiled pleasantly at him. “You’re welcome, Robin.”

He'd almost forgotten they decided not to tell her about the name switch. It was only through training with the bat that he hid his surprise, waving as she left.

That had been easier than he’d thought it’d be. He looked over to the trash can.

… He forgot to mention it. He’d either do it when she got back, or he’d make sure to take it with him when they left.

He hoped that he was right. Phantom deserved to feel better. He deserved everything good in life, really. He knew he hadn’t known him long, and that he was biased, but he thought Phantom was a better person than he was.

He reminded him of how he used to be when he was Robin, before all of the bullshit. Though, if this proved anything, it was that he missed his rogues. He almost wanted Riddler to escape again just to have some sort of banter with someone, or mental stimulation. He wondered if he could ask Agent A for logic puzzles or something. Maybe they could frame it as testing their intelligence or something; didn’t someone mention seeing if they could recreate halfa’s? Something about sending them into the zone?

As bad as that sounded now that he and Phantom had talked (or, more accurately, written and read) a bit about ghosts, if he could exploit it to get them perks, he wasn’t above it. Maybe he’s a bad person for that, but he couldn’t afford morals right now. Morals were for people who weren’t currently being kept captive after being kidnapped by a government agency that considered you to be non-sentient things for experimentation.

He wondered if Phantom would hate him for it. When he was Robin, he might hate him now that he was Cardinal. It didn’t sound like his problem now, though. One day he’d be the person he wanted to be; that wasn’t today.

He looked at his half-drank soup. He craved the warmth. The taste wasn’t half-bad now that he vaguely got used to it.

He picked it up regardless. He could keep spooning it into his mouth, but he wanted to get it over with at this point. He drank greedily, feeling the heat go from his mouth to his throat and into his stomach. He felt like he was thawing out.

He wondered if he would be able to eat ice cream in the summer with his brother. If he’d be able to share pudding with the baby bird again. If he and Phantom could ever share the same dish, or if they’d be forced to have separate items for the rest of their lives. He was almost bitter that this happened.

The jingle of keys pulled him from his thoughts. He had started startling at the sound; he wondered if this would be another weird trigger of his when they got out.

Agent A walked in. She held a bowl of cold broth. She greeted him, handing him the bowl.

She watched as he turned to Phantom while holding it. He picked up a spoonful and put it into Phantom’s mouth.

He watched as he started becoming more aware of his surroundings. Eventually, he was able to take the spoon himself. Cardinal still held the bowl, but he felt better seeing Phantom beginning to feed himself.

“Remarkable,” Agent A breathed. “I’m... they’re probably going to want me to feed you something cold. When you two get better, of course. They’re going to want to make sure this wasn’t a fluke.”

Cardinal sighed. “I kind of figured they might,” he said. “I think they think we’re doing it on purpose.”

She sighed herself. “I think you’re right. I’m sorry, Robin.”

Something squeezed in his chest. He tried to remind himself of the gut feeling he’d had when he first met her.

When she was like this it was so hard to remember she still worked for the assholes keeping them there.

“That’s okay,” he said diplomatically. “I guess I can see why. Most of them are too blinded by their own prejudice to be able to see the results for what they are, I think.”

She hummed. “Yeah. That’s not fair on you two,” she said.

He shrugged. “I’m just glad you believed me,” he replied.

She paused. “Yes. I’m glad, too.”

She stood and took his empty bowl. “I’ve got to run. I’ll send someone to bring you two to the bathroom in a bit. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Agent A. Have a good day.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Robin. Have a nice night.”

He almost perked up as she left. He waited until he heard the click of the lock to dig into his belt and pull out the watch. He checked the time. 5:30.

He smiled. It was 5:30 pm.

He finally knew what time of day it was.

[irritablepoe]

I'm leaving a random Fyodor hc at your doorstep 🙏

He reflexively agrees to things in order to get what he wants out of situations, knowing he can quickly think of ways to use it to his advantage or just lie to get out or things he doesn't want to do. It is a bad habit though and he does it with people he cares about and in situations he really shouldn't as well where it doesn't actually benefit him, causing misunderstandings in relationships and a tendency to be bad at expressing his true wants and needs (at least the first time around). Especially if those around him don't have the forethought to dig deeper/question him or care to pay attention to things beyond surface level. He feels resentment when someone he cares about doesn't at least make an effort to see beyond the smoke with this behavior, even though realistically he knows it isn't their fault and he shouldn't act like this with people he isn't trying to manipulate. It is just a strong force of habit.

Kind of complicated but it goes along with the whole "Fyodor gives people what they want/tells them what they want to hear" thing that has Shibusawa and Nikolai acting a fool over him in canon lol.

jeyyy thank you lue! <33

yes yes, i can absolutely see him doing that! I also think that he takes great pride in his intellect and that he's always searching for someone who's on his level. That's why (i think at least) he doesn’t hate dazai – at least not like dazai hates him. Idk if you saw that one post but they basically said that he seems actually kinda „sad“ to lose the person that can match him in his intelligence, even though he’s still greatly enjoying the game (like with the poison and stuff and showing off their ability to trick each other)

Regarding the expression of his true wants and needs i would also add that he probably often ignores his own needs in order to pursue his „greater purpose“ (or whatever you would like to call what he does lmao). maybe he has a quiet hope inside of him that some day someone will see what he needs/wants without him having to actually say it out loud. i can see him struggling with that fr!

The „fyodor gives or promises others what they want to get what he wants“ thing also fits to what he does to ivan and nathaniel – i mean we don’t know exactly what he does to them but yk, maybe it's just his manipulation and not a lobotomy?

i also wonder if he ever had a moment of peace - like not having to think about manipulating people all the time and to always be one step ahead. must be very exhausting. maybe that's why he finds nikolai fascinating actually. bc nikolai is pretty impulsive in how he acts, always trying to be free and not tied to any responsibilities and rules or feelings even. (i mean we don't actually have prove how he feels about nikolai but i'm speaking off of subtext and hc's here (which is probably a bad idea when it comes to analysis but there's so little to go by with them ahh))

also a silly hc of mine: he loves cozy socks. i'm sure of it :3

[mono-red-menace]

so like, one thing i found out from a psychiatrist about OCD that has helped me a lot, and honestly should be how people without OCD think about things, is like.

most if not all people have those kinds of thoughts.

standing at the edge of a cliff and thinking to jump, holding a baby and imagining dropping it and hurting it, those sorts of things.

but like, in people without OCD, they recognise those thoughts not as "i want this," but as their brain processing potential outcomes for various situations.

so you think about jumping, and you think "i don't want that."

but a person with some OCD varieties would focus on their thoughts like. "i thought this, that means i must want this, im a horrible person," that sort of thing.

and when communicating the intrusive thoughts, people focus on how They thought it, you know. "I thought about hurting them." "I thought about jumping."

and i think that leads a lot of people- both with and without ocd- to think of these thoughts as secret desires, you know? not to say like Ohhh the poor innocent people without OCD, yk, it's just like. helpful for a person with OCD like myself that when someone without OCD reacts in that way, to recognise that they probably don't think of their thoughts like that as actual Thoughts, and honestly probably forget about them. they're just kinda a brain processing moment that kinda slips their minds, you know?

i think having the view of both that these thoughts are normal, and also that the idea that your intrusive thoughts are scary and prove your bad is probably based in a misunderstanding of what those thoughts are, you know?

i've been able to really stop being bothered by most of my thoughts when they happen most of the time. I'll get a thought about sexually assaulting someone, and i'll recognise that it's my brain processing potential outcomes for a situation, and i'll ignore it, and continue on.

but like. letting go of those thoughts and not being horrified by them is treating the OCD, because those thoughts aren't abnormal to have, and a neurotypical response to those kinds of thoughts would be to not acknowledge them, and the obsession and acknowledgement is part of the OCD.

i didn't allow myself to treat my OCD for a long time because i was scared that if i stopped worrying about all the bad things i could do, i would start doing them, and it would show that i was actually bad

but learning about intrusive thoughts has led me to no longer obsess over those things, to recognise that they're normal things for your brain to process, and thinking them isn't bad, because it's something like. everyone does.

and this isn't like "oh, actually it's okay if you like these things, it's okay to be a pedophile" or whatever.

accepting that you have those thoughts and allowing them to pass as treatment isn't accepting that you're a pedophile and being okay with it, it's accepting that those thoughts are a normal part of the brain processing information, and aren't indicative of your beliefs, but rather like, your fears, things like that.

to me i think the best comparison is when you see something so cute that you just want to like, crush it. hurt it, that sort of thing. and i KNOW that is a common thing, it's got a name; "cute aggression."

that "cute aggression" is the same sort of processing that our brains do over, like, everything in our lives, but they're the ones that most people acknowledge, idk why, maybe because it's one that elicits such a natural aggressive response, but i think that's a way that people who don't have OCD should think of thoughts like that.

it's like cute aggression. you don't REALLY want to kill the baby, it's just your brain processing information.

ive found that partially treated mental illness can sometimes look to uninvolved onlookers like faked mental illness.

[quijotine]

SO IN OTHER NEWS, ADRIEN IS PISSED.

A short translation of Rocketear because the public deserves to know.

I'm only translating the most important scene. The JEWEL of that interaction between Nino and Adrien.

PART 1. THE CALL

N: I knew it! She's in love with someone else.

A: You spend a lot of time together, you must be imagining things. Who else could she love?

N: Chat Noir

A: -laughs- you're kidding! What about Jagged Stone's crocodile for a change.

N: But there's the video

A: A video from the Ladyblog, that proves nothing.

N: I'll give you proof that I'm right!

A to Plagg: [rough translation: I couldn't have (made her fall in love with me)]

Plagg: Oh yes you could, I certainly contaged you with my natural charm.

A: I think I may have exaggerated my Chat act and she fell in love with me, I have to clear things up.

PART 2. THE BOILER ROOM

A: Where did you get all of this?

N: Sit down, I will be asking the questions. What do you think about THIS [the video]

A: That makes no sense! You're being stubborn, that is not what happened!

N: And how would you know that? Where you there? Are you involved with this?

A: No, no, of course not! But it's clear that it's impossible. I'm certain is just a misunderstanding. Alya and Chat Noir have nothing in common, they barely know each other. Alya is just a fan of the heroes , that's all.

N: They know each other pretty well.

A: But no one knows the secret identity of Ladybuf and Chat Noir. How would Alya fall in love with someone she doesn't know? (I DON'T KNOW ADRIEN, YOU TELL ME, SON.) Alya is the girl that is always reporting, she's always telling the truth, especially to the boy she loves.

N: But they know each other much better than you think.

A: You cannot assume that just because of the one video.

N: There's something you don't know. I'm not talking about the video, I'm talking about something I'm not supposed to tell you. An incredible secret: Alya is a superhero. She is Rena Rouge.

A: But wha--

N: Shh! I know what you're going to say, 'But Nino, how do you know that?' I know because I'm also a superhero. I am Carapace.

A: What? You're Carapace?! But...but you two KNOW. You two know your secret identities!

N: Of course, Alya and I don't hide secrets from each other. Until now, with that little story with Chat Noir

A: Wait a second, I'm not following. I thought secret identites had to be always be protected, but if it was true, you would never had told me about it. Ladybug wouldn't agree with this!

N: Are you kidding? It was Ladybug who gave us our Miraculous at the same time.

A: No... that's impossible.

N: What are you trying to say?! That I'm lying?

A: No, no! What I'm trying to say is... It doesn't matter. You are Carapace and she's Rena Rouge and you know each other, and Ladybug agrees with that. That doesn't mean that Rena and Chat Noir... you know

N: You don't know how Chat Noir is, but I know. I'm part of the team. Of course, whenever Ladybug is around he's always declaring his love to her. But Ladybug always rejects him and with good reason! As soon as Rena Rouge appears, he flirts with her! [unintelligible, something about Chat Noir catching Rena alone, when Carapace is not there]. And now I'm all alone, I lost the love of my life.

NOTABLE MENTIONS

CN: Everyone has doubts from time to time, even me

LB: Is everything alright, Chat Noir?

CN: Yeah, yeah!.... Pound it!

SCENE WITH PLAGG AND ADRIEN

A: I still can't believe Ladybug gave Miraculous to Alya and Nino

P: Of course she did, she is the Guardian.

A: But they are together! And they know their identities!

P: And so what?

A: Then why do we have to hide our identities but THEY can know theirs?

P: She is the Guardian, great master cheese fermenter (SERIOUSLY PLAGG?) and she decides how to [idk something about managing cheese]

There you go, choke on that. ✌️

[obsessive-ego]

Talking in you sleep

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Reader says Beetlejuice's name 3 times in their sleep, but hes already in their home

Sfw

Idk been thinking about this for ages

Just a small fic

It was an accident

It was no secret to anyone that you talk in your sleep, not full sentences, just a word or two, nothing too abnormal, you didn't know about this little quirk of yours until a certain foul mouthed undead demon wormed his way into your life, he was the one who told you.

...

"Ya know you chatter on in your sleep?" He'd  chuckle as if he found something truly embarrassing to bug you about.

"How'd you know? Am I that loud you can hear me in the livingroom?"

"Nah, I watch you sleep" he said it so plainly as if it wasnt super creepy.

The ghoul eventually upped his late night habits from watching you sleep, to sleeping in the same bed as you, he did this so often you stopped setting up the couch for him and just accepted your fate to be spooned every night by a creepy old dead guy who you may or may not have a crush on

...

The nights you've babbled in your sleep always brought on annoying mornings of beetlejuice teasing you, probably lying through his teeth over how you moan his name in you sleep to get you worked up for his own amusement, unfortunately you couldnt prove you didnt since your dreams never really stuck with you long after waking.

Hell with your late night chatter you even manged to summon beej once in your sleep, a night he was spending over at the Deetz, you manged to say his name 3 times in a row, spoken, unbroken, in your sleep, and boy was your face red when you woke up and saw the bastard in question sitting inches from your face with the widest shit eating grin you've ever seen on his face, that was an instance you couldnt deny saying his name in your sleep and dreaming about him, you missed him, of course you think about the demon when you two are apart, even the few days he's with the Deetz and the maitlands.

Tonight wasnt one of those nights, beetlejuice has spent the entire day glued to your side, chatting your ear off about all the scares he and lydia pulled in your absence, his stories always made you smile, the way he practically glowed green with excitement as he retold his showmanship to you.

The night went on with bad jokes and fun stories as the demon filled you in on all the fun you missed while you were doing boring adult breather things and how the two of you should mess with some unlucky breathers so he could show you how amazing he truly was, as if you needed proof that the ghoul was a ham who loved to show off.

As the two of you sat on the couch laughing away, forgetting the movie that basically became White noise to your conversation, a yawn escapes your lips

"Getting tired babes? Am I really that boring" the ghoul teased pinching you cheek

You groan and pull away "well, yeah, unlike you mister freeloader, I worked all day" you shrug before letting out another yawn

"Freeloader? Oh sugar, your words hurt" the ghoul fakes hurt, giving you an over exaggerated gasped face, with his hands over where a person's heart would be "I thought we had the mutual understanding that I was your trophy husband"

You give the demon a soft laugh "you wish-"

"Every night baby~" he purrs pink stripes slowly appearing in his hair

You freeze, it wasnt uncommon for beetlejuice to openly flirt with you, but that doesnt mean it didnt make you freeze up everytime, you werent exactly the type people lined up to date, nor were you very popular growing up, so the sudden and intense attention the demon gave you always made your heart pound.

"Uh, um, I think I'm gonna head to bed" you stammer before getting up "night beej" you mumble before disappearing into your bedroom.

The demon stifles a laugh, god slash satan you were a delight to get worked up, not to mention easy. He loved it, his favourite little breather was always so hot when they were an embarrassed mess.

The ghoul decides to finish the movie the two of you had on in the background, before heading to bed with you, he didn't need to sleep, just enjoyed being snuggled up to that soft warm body of yours, and it was more rewarding to sneak in after you were out cold, bed would be already warm, and with the added thrill of not wanting to wake you.

As the credits roll beetlejuice snaps his fingers and tv goes dark, the ghoul raises from the couch and gives a yawn and a long stretch as if he was exhausted. The demon makes his way to your room, standing outside your door he pauses at the sound of your voice

"Beetlejuice"

It was soft, barely audible, but herd it, guess you were still up, beetlejuice phases through your bedroom door, to be greeted by your sleeping form.

He stifled a chuckle, you were dreaming of him, tomorrow was gonna be great, the ghoul was already busy thinking about ways to poke fun at this in the morning, moaning out his name in you sleep? What kind of dream were you having babes? He could see your face now.

"Beetlejuice" you mumble again in a whisper

"Whoa there babes, you know the rule, one more time and I'm out" he whispers making his way to your bed.

"Beetlejuice" you sigh

"Y/N!" was the the only thing he had time to shout before vanishing.

His shout was enough to make wake you, but not enough to clue you in to what you just did, you grumble out a swear before rolling over and going back to sleep.

The next morning you wake up, a tad confused to not have a snoring dead guy weighing you down, normally on nights beetlejuice would stay over he'd slip into bed with you after you've fallen asleep, using your chest as a pillow.

You dont think much of it at first, heading to the kitchen to make some coffee before getting dressed, you did notice there was no beej there either, waiting for you kettle to boil you give your little home a quick sweep for the demon, nothing.

He's vanished to do his own thing before, he was a grown man, sometimes he'd duck out and mess with the neighbors in your apartment complex, but he would at least leave you a note or something.

You started to worry, what if something awful happened to him? Then it clicked, lydia must had summoned him away to hang out, that had to be it, and with that thought all dread left you so you could carry on with your day, since bj wasnt around you took the opportunity to get a few odds and ends done.

The day drags on into the late evening, you were enjoying the peace as you catch up on some reading.

Your phone rings, looking at the screen you see its lydia, that's odd, she normally texts you if anything

"Hello?"

"Y/n I need to ask beetlejuice something"

"Isnt he with you?"

"What? No-"

Dread returns to you chest, you havent seen him since last night, he left no note, he wasnt with lydia, did something awful happen? was he bored with you? You felt like you were going to be sick

"Y/n?"

"I gotta go" was all you could say before hanging up,

"Beetlejuice!"

Nothing

"Beetlejuice!"

Again nothing, he normally came after the second yell, anxiety for your dear friend make you since to your stomach in fear for the worst, you steady yourself and take a deep breath and say it for a third time

"Beetlejuice"

With a puff of green smoke there stood the ghoul, unfortunately sporting a purple hue

"Bee-"

"It took you that long to notice I was gone?"

"No, I-"

"Why did it take so long then? Enjoying your time without me?!" Red streaks began to show up amongst the purple

"I thought lydia summoned you back-"

"And you waited till now to check?!"

"I DIDNT WANT TO BOTHER THE TWO OF YOU" you yelled back, beetlejuice is taken abck by your volume, you take a deep breath "if I knew why you were gone I would have said something sooner, what happened?" You say calmly gently taking the demon's hand, red now fading away, though the purple stayed

"You sent me away, you said my name 3 times in your sleep and sent me back to the netherworld" he refused to look at you as if you did this on purpose to mess with him.

"Bee, I'm sorry, I would have never done that on purpose, i- i love having you around, and I, god, i miss you when you're not here, with me" now it was your turn to refuse eye contact, admitting such a cheesy thing, you wanted to just die, not that it would help.

The purple hue is quick to leave the ghoul's form in replacement with a much softer pink, you missed him, music to his ears.

"Sugar" beetlejuice grabs your chin and forces eye contact

You give him a soft smile seeing that he was no longer purple, but also when he pulls you into a rather over exaggerated dip and sloppy kiss "so how bout we make up for some lost time and you can make this little misunderstanding up to me, what do you say babes?~"

You only stutter and choke on your words as the demon spins you around

"Would you like to scare some delivery guy and watch a bad slasher?" You finally get out

The demon pauses for a moment, as if to think about this offer.

"Normally I'd be delighted honey, but I think you owe me~ how bout you have to sit on my lap the entire film~" he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at you, you swallow the lump in your throat, this was gonna be a long night

Bonus

The two of you were snuggled together on the couch, Beetlejuice's arms were around your waist, his head on your shoulder, your bum on his lap.

"So babes, whatever you dreaming about last night?"

[ceo-of-catboys]

Translation: Both of Adrien and Nino's conversations

(right after watching the ladyblog video)

Nino: She is in love with someone else!

Adrien: You two spend all time together, you must be imagining things. Who else would she like, Nino?

Nino: Chat Noir!

Adrien: [speechless] [laughs] (i have no idea how to translate this to english but he said nino's gone crazy)

Nino: But did you see the video?

Adrien: Come on, it's just a video from the Ladyblog, it doesn't prove anything.

Nino: I'm going to find proof and you'll see that I'm right!

[Nino hangs up]

Adrien: ...There's no way.

Plagg: Oh, there is. There really is. My natural charisma certainly contaminated you.

Adrien: Do you really think I overdid it with the 'kitty charm' and made her fall in love with me? I have to be sure!

Plagg, claws out!

----

(the next day, at school)

Adrien: Hi, Nino! I have to tell you something!

Nino: No, I have to tell you something.

[in... wherever it is they went]

Nino: Sit down.

Adrien: Uhh... When did set all of this up...?

Nino: [slams hand on table] I ask the questions.

Remember what I said yesterday? Now I have proof! What do you think about this!?

Adrien: Come on, this doesn't make any sense! You are mistaken, this isn't what happened!

Nino: How do you know? Were you there? Are you involved in this?

Adrien: No, no, of course not, but this is impossible! I am sure it's just a misunderstanding-- Alya and Chat Noir have nothing in common, they barely know eachother...

Alya is just a fan of heroes, she films Ladybug and Chat Noir, that's all.

Nino: They know eachother very well!

Adrien: But no one knows the secret identities of Ladybug and Chat Noir, can you imagine Alya falling in love with someone she barely knows? The girl who wants to be a reporter, t who always wants to know the truth, at any cost? Who tells everything to the boy she loves?

Nino: But they know eachother way better than you imagine.

Adrien: You can't assume that just based on that video.

Nino: ...Look, there's something you don't know. I'm not talking about the video, I'm talking about something I shouldn't tell you about. A great secret. Alya is a superhero-- She is Rena Rouge.

Adrien: What!?

Nino: Shhhh! I know what you're going to say, that it's 'silly', and how would I, Nino, know about this?

I know because... I'm a superhero as well. I am Carapace.

Adrien: What? You... Are Carapace? But... You both know?

You know eachother's identities?

Nino: Of course! We don't hide anything from one another... Until now, with this little 'Chat Noir' story.

Adrien: Wait a moment, I don't understand. I thought secret identities had to be protected, always. If it was true, you would never tell me this. Ladybug wouldn't agree!

Nino: Are you kidding? It was Ladybug whom gave us our miraculouses at the same time.

Adrien: No... That's impossible...

Nino: What are you trying to say? That I'm lying?

Adrien: No! No! What I meant was... Okay, you're Carapace, she's Rena Rouge, and Ladybug agrees with that, but I still don't think Alya and Chat Noir are... You know.

Nino: You don't know how Chat Noir really is, but I do, I'm in the team! I know how he acts in real life!

Of course, as soon as Ladybug shows up, he throws himself at her feet with roses and declarations of love, [kissing noises], but is always rejected, because Ladybug thinks he's annoying, and she's right! And then, Rena Rouge shows up, and he's like, 'what's up, pretty lady? you look elegant, (not sure how to translate this)'. So yes, I can understand that in the first mission that I missed-- I mean-- That Carapace missed, he came in, and bam! That's what happened. And now, I'm alone... Lost the love of my life... If I could, I would make him be silent forever.

(hawkmoth monologue blah blah blah who cares)

Adrien: There must be an explanation, Nino! We're going to figure this out!

[the akuma possesses Nino]

Shadowmoth: Rocketear (rocketeer? idk), I am Shadowmoth. Chat Noir ruined your relationship and made you suffer and cry a lot, so I will be giving your tears the power to destroy anything. And all I ask in return are...

Nino: I know what you want, Shadowmoth. Don't worry, the only thing that will remain of them will be their miraculous.

[akumatization]

Adrien: Nino! You need to fight back against--

[Rocketeer pushes him away]

Rocketeer: You are not my enemy, Adrien, Chat Noir is.

[he leaves]

Plagg: I know what you want to do, but I would advise you to stop right now, knowing what your friend is willing to do to Chat Noir.

Adrien: I can't leave Nino like this. Plagg, claws out!

[alesreadings]

A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson.

4.75 stars. “Pip wished she was strong enough, but she’d learned that she wasn’t invincible; she too could break.” tw: mention of rape, death of an animal, kidnapping, death, drugs. Notes. 1. If you haven't read the book and don't want to spoil yourself, I recommend that you don't read any further. 2. The spoilers section, and possible random spoilers, will be signposted to avoid any misunderstandings. I must admit that this is my first thriller book, so I'm not very familiar with the genre, and now I want to read more. And it's also one of the first I've read entirely in English, and as you know that Spanish is my native language, I assume you'll know that it was a bit complex. Although, I'm adapting a bit more to reading in English. Wish me luck, folks. In A Good Girl's Guide to Murder we follow Pippa Fitz-Amobi, a 17-year-old student whose final year project is the case of Andie Bell, who was murdered by her boyfriend, Sal Singh and taken for granted by the police. But Pippa knows Sal is innocent, so she decides to find out what happened five years ago and who really killed Andie Bell. Pippa discovers that Andie had many secrets, that she was not the beautiful and tragic victim that the people of Little Kilton martyred and idolised, branding Sal Singh a murderer and a monster, treating his family very badly for it. In addition, Little Kilton holds even more secrets that intrigue Pip and make her want to keep digging to solve the mystery. Writing. I don't think I remember reading a book like this, with diary-like entries speaking in first person and then in third person. It was a bit strange, if I'm honest, and it took me a bit longer to adjust. However, it was an easy read in some respects. And, I don't know if it's because of the difference between British and American English, but there were phrases that I had to look up because I didn't understand them, lmao. Plot. The plot kept me glued in my seat, not wanting to put my phone down, wanting to know what would happen next. I mention that I was late with this book because college is eating me alive, though I made time to keep reading because I was consumed with thoughts of not knowing what would happen, who the killer would be and if Pip was going to find out. There are a lot of plot twists that I wasn't expecting and a lot of things that made my brain almost melt from thinking about it so much. Pacing. It was a quick and light read, and I take back that I was late because of college: I would have finished it sooner if it weren't for homework. It's not that complicated to understand and the pages turn very quickly. Characters. Pip is a good girl, addicted to homework and determined to solve the Andie Bell case and prove that Sal Singh is innocent at all costs. So eager is she to find out what really happened, that she finds herself lying to others so that they won't worry about her and try to stop her from abandoning her project. Ravi is the younger brother of Sal Singh. He has been the target of criticism, and is known as the brother of Andie Bell's killer. Ravi knows his brother is innocent, and when Pip shows up at his door asking him a few questions, he thinks it's a joke. And soon, Ravi becomes Pip's partner in crime, both looking for answers about his brother's sudden death and his innocence in the case. Ravi is a beautiful little baby, don't touch him I want to take care of him. Also, Ravi: marry me. Andie was a bitch and it doesn't surprise me much that bad things happened to her. Everyone held her in such high regard, believing she was a good girl whose boyfriend murdered her. Andie ruined several people's lives, and although I thought I would feel bad that she had died, I didn't really. When you find out the truth about Andie Bell, what she did and didn't do, you don't feel any empathy for her. Cara is Pip's best friend, her older sister is Naomi, who was in turn Sal's best friend and who also keeps a big secret that makes Pip dig very closely into her and her life, including her family. (Bonus and unnecessary fact: Cara translates from

Spanish to English as: 'face' and 'expensive'. Unnecessary examples: Su cara es hermosa= her face is beautiful. La camisa es cara= the shirt is expensive.) Follow me for more unnecessary Spanish classes, they are free of charge. Pip's family is ok. They're the typical caring and normal family. Tho I loved Vic's jokes, jsjsjs he laughing at his own jokes (just as Ravi) is totally me. Max Hastings can die and I wouldn't care for him. He deserves the shit going on in his life. He's a dick and you can easily see it. Please, go fuck yourself, you fucking bastard. 🥰🥰🥰 ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️oK, PEOPLE, SPOILER SECTION. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ Tho I loved this book, I really enjoyed and liked it a lot, there were many ??? things that left me with a bitter taste on my mouth. First of all, Pip felt a little bit dry and typical. She's a good girl who starts to lie for her project and she doesn't feel the same anymore. I mean, idk, I can't put it into words, I just hope she felt more real and not flat. Second, how quick all of the possible suspects told Pip the truth, when they lied to the police or omitted information. I found it quite unbelievable and a little bit ilogic. Also, Mr. Ward confessed really quick and it felt dry... I don't quite know how to explain it, but I was expecting more. Becca Bell also confessed really quick, and spilled her secrets out as she were talking about the weather, which also felt a little bit bitter. aND THE FINAL STRAW: BARNEY. NO. NO. NO. NOT MY BABY BARNEY. HE WAS AN ANGEL AND I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HIM WITH LOVE. LEANNE CRYING OVER THE CHRISTMAS' VIDEO OF BARNEY GIVING EVERYONE A SHOE BROKE ME DOWN. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THIS!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ End of the spoiler section⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ In summary, I really liked this book, was a quick reading and many plots got me hanging of the cliff. This is a "you must read" book.

[sysmedsaresexist]

Yo! Sorry to bother, but I saw someone defending Endogenics by saying they have been medically recognized and have had actual research done. I know this is probably a load of bull but do you by any chance know any legit studies they might be talking about? Not the ones with bad reputation, I know those can be unreliable. I'm genuinely curious if they really have been recognized and how doctors would plan to help them, since you know... No trauma, and yet some still go to trauma therapy?? Idk, they just confuse me so much, I really try to understand both sides but endos are so... Odd. Nothing is ever consistent and as someone who used to be part of the community, I can say it's really a toxic space to keep you in denial of possible trauma, rather that encouraging healing.

Also, I've been meaning to send in an ask for this for a bit but never got to it so I might as well kill two birds in one stone.

With a lot of advances being made with being able to see distinct differences in normal subjects and those with DID, how could we be so sure about Endogenics doing the same study? If they don't know their trauma and really are just confused, couldn't that really mess up research? It's just been on my mind, of course some studies would prove to confirm their existence cause of whatever percentage is actually traumatized. It's just.... Idk it's scary to me that this is looking like the reality we're heading for. Regardless, thank you for working so hard to dispell all the myths within this currently chaotic community, I really appreciate it. Remember, take care of yourself!

OMG so many words

UHM

Okay, first, on endos being recognized. I've only ever heard two arguments for that. First is the Stanford study, which is not completed. It's on hold due to covid. They put a bunch of parogenics in an MRI machine, but not a single thing has been released yet. There's literally not a single bit of information out there yet. For whatever reason, they're being very tight lipped about it.

1) That's not recognition, that's people acknowledging that these people say they exist, and making the very first attempt to see what's going on there.

2) the person running the study is horribly biased, kind of creepy (fetishizes tulpas), and may be a practicing tulpamancer himself.

I don't trust this study at all.

Second, and just commonly, when endos say that they're medically recognized, they're talking about the exclusion criteria in the DSM. Unfortunately, they're just flat out misunderstanding that criteria. The idea is that the DSM says you can't be diagnosed if possession states are a part of the culture or religion you grew up in, therefore, endogenic plurality must exist, BUT, when you read more into this criteria, what they're excluding is short term, non-recurrent possession states. IE, if the entity sticks around for any length of time, it doesn't fall under this exclusion. As well, WHAT FUCKING CULTURE ARE THESE PEOPLE FROM, THAT THEY CAN CLAIM THIS EXCLUSION? It's incredibly disrespectful to people that actually practice some of these experiences. I debunked this entire idea in this post, and included several cultures and religions that would be included under the exclusion and how it's different.

What they fail to understand is that the DSM isn't excluding endogenic systems, it's excluding things that aren't plurality/multiplicity at all, in any sense. Yes, there has been research into these non plural, cultural experiences, and the conclusion is just that-- they're non plural. Not that they're endogenic.

To your second question/point...

I expect there's going to be three outcomes of the MRI studies, once they start putting endogenic systems in the machines (if they ever do, because despite what you read online, no one in the clinical community actually believes it's possible to be a system without trauma).

1) These endogenic systems will have the exact same brain patterns as those with DID/OSDD. These brain patterns match those with PTSD, but on a much more significant scale. It'll come out that they're not endogenic, but traumagenic.

2) These endogenic systems will display no differences from a healthy brain, including the inability to see "switching" happening on the scans (which they have already studied and yes, we can see switching). It'll come out that they're not actually plural. This won't change much, they're still going to claim it's what they're experiencing, but it'll be extremely clear that it's something completely different from DID/OSDD.

3) Their brain patterns will match disorders with similar presenting symptoms-- like those with BPD, for example.

For why they go to therapy, we were actually just talking about this in a syscourse server I'm in. Newer terms like adaptive fall under the endogenic umbrella, but are really just fancy ways of denying trauma. Some endogenic systems aren't ready to face what they went through, or they feel like the term "traumagenic" throws their trauma in their faces too much. Others, in a blatant attempt to feel in control of some aspect of their lives, will claim they purposefully created their system. It gives them some kind of comfort to say it was their choice to be like this. All in all, it's not exactly shocking to me that so many of them are in trauma therapy.

Denial is a bitch, unfortunately.

I hope this helps! If you have any more questions, please reach out!

[baekhvuns]

NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE RELEASE THAT WIP 😭 now that you've mentioned he's not an asshole it's just Y/N being kinda meh about him, I wanna seeeeeee I wanna reeeeeaaaad. So is there some sort of misunderstanding happening?

Ugh, that's so annoying, I understand wanting to keep some stuff for yourself but sometimes it's just SHARING IS CARING BITCH 🔫 I order a lot of albums and I usually sell them or give them away, I hate selling tbh I prefer trading, especially if I have duplicate PCs, I actually traded whole albums for some photocards, lmao.

Yes I keep all my photocards in protective sleeves and in binders, it's also important to take extra care while sending them to people. Some fans just don't pack them well 🥴 after all those are just pieces of paper, they get damaged easily. I help with GO's sometimes but they're such a hassle...

Ah I get not wanting to be repetitive especially because since some people might get mad at others copying their work, though many stories lack originality anyways so it's usually hard to prove. But omg that upcoming series you linked?! I've missed it, but I hope it's gonna come out soon. 😭😭😭 also you do not have to convince me to re-join Shinestarism ok, this is my home this is how I live 🤡

Mafia Hwa Y/N was really that bitch, wiueishsuwvdhjwbshs. Aw, you're so cute, the way you described the Hongjoong fic. Movie? Tell me the title if it's okay with you? I always wonder how many of the stories people write are truly self-indulgent and something they'd like to experience.

Shit that villain reader one is so important to me bestie, you do NOT realise 😭😭😭😭 I almost forgot why would you bring it up??? To take revenge? I need more bad Y/N's can't be just the guys doing the questionable stuff you know and I love villains or rather antagonists with purpose.

Aghhh a Touch of Frost I love that one a lot!

Let me continue in another message, because I have things to say 💀 - DV 💖

HI THIS IS SO EXCITING FBFB

NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE RELEASE THAT WIP 😭 now that you've mentioned he's not an asshole it's just Y/N being kinda meh about him, I wanna seeeeeee I wanna reeeeeaaaad. So is there some sort of misunderstanding happening?

BFWMDBWKDHWK they, just immense amount of tension bc hwa is pinning but miss yn wants it to be a professional relationship DESPTE them being in the similar friend group…he just, 😶😶 IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE THIS BC UT WONT MAKE SENSE IF U DONT READ IT FULLY THRU FBENFBEN

Ugh, that's so annoying, I understand wanting to keep some stuff for yourself but sometimes it's just SHARING IS CARING BITCH 🔫 I order a lot of albums and I usually sell them or give them away, I hate selling tbh I prefer trading, especially if I have duplicate PCs, I actually traded whole albums for some photocards, lmao.

YEAH !!! FBWNDHSJ SOME PPL R JUST REALLY PETTY OVER IT ANF FOR WHAT 😭😭😭 omg do u trade that’s so cool, u must have like all those washi tapes and decorative stuff to trade and all omg

Yes I keep all my photocards in protective sleeves and in binders, it's also important to take extra care while sending them to people. Some fans just don't pack them well 🥴 after all those are just pieces of paper, they get damaged easily. I help with GO's sometimes but they're such a hassle...

THATS SO TRUE i traded once, i put them in a very neat card and taped them to a small cardboard and bubble wrapped it and i just received it in a small box with nOTHING tho im half they weren’t damaged fbdbdb OMF U DO GO’S TOO??? that’s so cool i can imagine the hassle but how’s that process?? bc ik some ppl want specific pc’s so do u just take their desired ones out from a different album and put them in?? what do u do if u see a polaroid, do u tell them or u just…yk…finders keepers

Ah I get not wanting to be repetitive especially because since some people might get mad at others copying their work, though many stories lack originality anyways so it's usually hard to prove. But omg that upcoming series you linked?! I've missed it, but I hope it's gonna come out soon. 😭😭😭 also you do not have to convince me to re-join Shinestarism ok, this is my home this is how I live 🤡

yEAHH !!!! there’s so many concepts repeated that u rly have to add ur own scenes to it so u can change ur but there still will be similarities between works,,,, i was quite excited abt writing a series again but after seeing that nO FBSNDBS also bc it’s so much work 😭😭,,,, YES ME TOO THE SERIES SOUNDS SO PROMISING LOVE IT FBFB,,, LMFAOOOO FBWNDHSJ IT WAS MY EXCUSE TO OFFER FIC RECS

Mafia Hwa Y/N was really that bitch, wiueishsuwvdhjwbshs. Aw, you're so cute, the way you described the Hongjoong fic. Movie? Tell me the title if it's okay with you? I always wonder how many of the stories people write are truly self-indulgent and something they'd like to experience.

SHE RLY WASSS I LOVED HER FBWNBDEK omg omg this is a self indulged storey absolutely im gonna ramble about this fic rn,, pls don’t mind me

jab we met ( jab means ‘when’ we met ) : adityah, a heartbroken tycoon on the verge of committing suicide, aimlessly boards a train. he meets geet, a high-spirited girl who plans to elope with her lover, and finds himself pulled into her crazy life.

bestie, bestie this movie is the definition of love. he’s an introvert, she’s an extrovert. it all happens on a train, she drags him when he doesn’t want to go and gets him in trouble. makes him re-experience love by asking him to burn his exe’s photo— she threatens him to take her to her home bc “you’re the reason i lost my luggage!” “did i ask you to follow me?!?” yeah. he’s so in love, so so in love. “why are you playing with your life?” “because it’s my favourite game, life!” “you need a psychiatrist!” she makes him experience childishness + the dialogues bestie ugh 😩😩 there’s a song where he hallucinates and sees her everywhere, dancing in the rain and him being a complete love struck idiot. she’s wild, talks nonsense her motto is “i’m my favourite person!” 105/10 i rec this movie so much bc it’s my favourite, ive watched this 20+ times ever since it came out in 2007. here’s the trailer (captions r included) i have the fattest crush on the main lead.

here’s a little scene i personally subbed to show to one of my friends and it’s literally one of my favourites !!!!! it’s, when u watch it and if u ever do,,, you’ll see how that man loves quietly and chooses to keep it go himself bc he doesn’t wanna bother her with it 😭😭😭 ANOTHER SELF INDULGENT IVE WRITTEN IS THE SAN FIC !!! it’s also based on this movie omg if u ever watch it, you wont ever, ever find a movie like this, it’s like an emotion <3

yeh jawani hai deewani ( this youth is crazy ) : a young medical student falls in love with a man who plans to travel the world and never settle down, or get married.

so. this is everyone’s travel dreams into one masterpiece of a movie together. this movie NEVER GETS OLD ISTG,, imagine going on a trip with total strangers and ur 3 friends from high school, one loves to show her bravery, other is a complete fuck boy who has nothing but his dreams, and the last who’s places bets on sports matches. a trip where u runaway from gangsters on a cart + singing 90’s music + make sex jokes + indian weddings that r better than white ones + friendship deep thoughts + travel log and yearn to travel and explore + fall in love and then follow ur dreams until it comes to a stop. & u meet at a wedding, classic nerdy girl x fuckboy prompt !!! “you have such a killer smile, if i had a heart it would’ve fell for you.” remembering everything and the drama + THE SONGS THE SONGS R >>>>> ridiculously amazing chemistry, there isn’t a movie like this and there will never be (also what my san fic is based on !!) 107/10 + here’s the trailer !! pls skip to 48 seconds that’s when it starts dbdb i don’t have a subbed video i did for this but here’s an edit

questions for you !!! what’s a movie you’ve watched that you would self indulge yourself in ???

Shit that villain reader one is so important to me bestie, you do NOT realise 😭😭😭😭 I almost forgot why would you bring it up??? To take revenge? I need more bad Y/N's can't be just the guys doing the questionable stuff you know and I love villains or rather antagonists with purpose.

BDQMBDWMHDWK ME TOO BESTIE ITS SO IMPORTANT 😭😭😭 FBWNDH TO TAKE REVENGE FOR THAT LANYARD 🔫🔫🔫😭😭 miss yn in it will be full of magic and hwa can’t help but be interested in yn even if he’s gonna get married to someone or be so interested in the tea she offers him everytime he comes but never answers his questions ☺️☺️☺️☺️

Aghhh a Touch of Frost I love that one a lot! Let me continue in another message, because I have things to say 💀 - DV 💖

LOVE IT SMMM 😭😭😭😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 i will answer that separately bc this got too long fbfbf

[sunflowerdigs]

So, I did a little sarcastic-y review from the salt mines for RNM 3x09. Warnings for excessive sodium content, Maribel mourning, a desire to recycle cardboard, and, of course, Malex opinions. Without further ado:

- Every time Michael smiles I forget for like 5 whole seconds how much I hate that Malex keeps me shackled to this show. Too cute that he brought Alex lunch (and probably hoped he could sneak a glimpse of him) and they're going on their first date (omg omg omg).❤❤❤❤❤

- Kyle should yell at people more. Starting with his garbage friends who left him in a barn without proper triage or jello cups while he was in a coma (why didn't they just keep him at DS if he's having appointments there anyway? Nevermind... ). Alas, he's starting his understandable rage tour with Uncle Edgelord, who, naturally, makes a dramatic statement and tries to leave. I am so glad Kyle called him on that.

- Delmanes would be cute if Greg didn't have the personality of cardboard. They've created a character who is actually only here to remind us of how special and amazing Maria is. Turns out that's not super interesting. And it's so painfully obvious that it's a pair-your-spares situation. I really wish they'd just give her Kyle, he has the patience of a saint. Anyway, Isobel's pigtails are cute af (rip my Isobel/Maria/Kyle heart - I would have taken Isobel interrupting Delmanes and Heather's post with pigtails today as signs if not for genetics).

- Anatsa and Isobel's development seems to have taken place completely off-screen, like everything else gay on this show, so I'm guessing it's gonna stick. Honestly...I guess this is controversial but Isobel and Maria have really good chemistry and a history. I know their bond is supposed to read "sibling" but it doesn't for me. And rather than waste time watching them flirt with these one-note (ah, Greg chimes in right on time with a convenient line any rando could have delivered) LIs, I'd much rather see them get closer. The whole related thing has thrown a wrench into it for me. That said, it's nice to watch a woman be encouraged to go after another woman. 🎉

- Alex the sci-fi/fantasy nerd figuring out immediately that the hallucination is his own subconscious is 100% legit. Much like Kyle not letting his uncle pull a classic tall-dark-and-broody exit, I appreciate Alex's 4th-wall break moment.

- Not Max and Liz proving that discussions about s2 drama can occur on Roswell New Mexico?! What? Must be a straight thing. Lucky them.

- Isobel is actually acting a lot like Sherlock Holmes when he's on a case, from the wardrobe to the focus, and it's hot. Also, totally believable that Isobel would be able to pull up that pod from under the ice because we know she's been training even if it didn't happen onscreen. Because she told us. Just a suggestion.

- I love the idea of Jim Valenti as a double-agent, but I don't see how Eduardo thought he could keep Kyle safe by never knowing him. It feels like there's a lot more here Eduardo isn't saying.

- It wasn't a sister-fight that Maria and Isobel had, but whatever (no one got physically shoved or brought up a horrifying memory from 100000 years ago to shove in someone's face in public - doesn't count).

- Also, why would you waste a glass by throwing it into the fireplace? Wouldn't it just explode back in your face? Man, the show is trying so hard with Maria and Greg, I want to give them some kind of romance-novel award for effort (but not success).

- Not Liz and Max showing us that it's possible to move forward by discussing your past mistakes like adults instead of pretending they didn't happen!? What? Must be a straight thing. Lucky them.

- Draw a line on the bottle? No way, Valenti, he obviously wants you to chuck that whole thing straight into the fire in a fit of passion to prove that his words had an emotional impact.

- Also, Kyle wins the prize for this episode for that speech to Uncle Edgelord. Everyone go home. When do I get a Kyle and Alex spin-off where they travel the world, defying sci-fi tropes and seducing beautiful men and women?

- Not Liz and Max talking loudly about aliens while breaking and entering! This one is actually very believable, I take it back.

- It was idiotic of Liz to trust Heath. And Echo keep having this same fight because MAX IS RIGHT BUT THE SHOW WON'T LET HIM BE. Which is so obnoxious. I would forgive Liz for almost any sin (like, idk, getting a better romantic storyline because she's straight) because she's gorgeous and smart and tough and I wanna go live with her and her mad scientist energy on a deserted island somewhere. But she's being real dumb rn.

- I love the t-shirt and if Vlambase doesn't sell one I will. But he couldn't have held up a radio and blasted some Barry White? I feel like that would have cleared everyone but Alex put of the building real fast. Also, what is time on Roswell NM? Was Alex just setting the alarm every so often for kicks? Does Eduardo really not check in on staff who are working with dangerous technology for days on end? Also, why is this entire plot happening over a single goddamn episode instead of two or more so that we can really feel Alex wasting away under the machine's influence? The reason this twist is at all surprising is also the entire plot's undoing - Alex's demeanor wasn't exactly one of a man obsessed (or an addict, tbh) in his last scene.

- Anyway, back to Rizzoli and Isles. I definitely am always super excited to hear the details of my sister's sex life. All the time. That is totally a sister thing except where it's really not. Do any of these writers actually have a sister? I feel like they must because the Michael/Max/Isobel sibling chemistry is always bang on but Maribel is just...flirty lady city. Oh, and look, the beard just showed up with coffee to cockblock - it really is R&I!

- Back to Alex's plot line, which, much like Isobel's coffee, is Express To-Go. He's become haggard and worn in the time it's taken Michael's mom to find a cute sweater in the void. Seriously, we wasted like 3 whole episodes where Alex was presumably sitting in DS twiddling his thumbs and now he's being worn down by the machine in a single episode? Why didn't this plot start back in episode 3 or 4? Like...look, I don't come on here to be an asshole. But I just really hope they're taking note of what worked this season and what didn't because HOLY PACING FIASCO BATMAN. Just because you're giving us Malex doesn't mean everything else can just be hot garbage (not the acting, Taylor's doing his best to sell this). Also, when did Alex put his leg back on? I have so many questions but they aren't the good kind, so Michael better ride in soon and save this mess.

- Regarding what Nora is saying, it's fine, it makes sense but the zero build up makes it completely ineffective. Alex is afraid he doesn't love enough - it would have been nice to see that over several episodes instead of just being told in a burst of sudden exposition but, you know. Nice straight things we can't have, I guess.

- If Michael and Alex want their relationship to "purr" they could, idk, talk through their past misunderstandings like people in relationships do. Or the show could keep throwing exposition bombs at them, idek.

- Are those empty toilet paper rolls inside the machine? I knew the CW was budget but come on...

- And we finally get the Heath connection and it's to our brand new trope-y character, Wise Old Black Man Dallas. It's surprising but only because the 4th alien didn't exist before this episode. So, good job.

Overall, not the worst episode of RNM ever. I only wondered why I watch this show maybe 3 times this episode. And Michael's enthusiasm for Alex was adorable.

[thisstableground]

a thing i figured out in therapy today which idk, maybe might be useful for someone else to figure out too

me: so she sent me the email asking why i’d edited out the rest of the summary and asking me to put it back how it was, i emailed back apologising and explaining that it was just a misunderstanding on my part bc i’m new, and that i fixed it. but i got so wildly in my head about it, like “oh my god what if she’s furious, what if my reply came off as rude, she’s such a big client there’s probably a million enraged messages from her and my boss coming into my work email and they’ll be so mad i didn’t reply quick enough even tho i’ve finished my shift, i’m going to get fired” all evening. and i wanted to keep checking my work email to see if i was in trouble. but i didn’t! because that would have been a compulsion, right?

therapist: yes! exactly. and nothing bad happened?

me: nothing bad happened. i mean, nothing happened. funny thing, she actually did reply about ten minutes after i’d clocked out and shut the laptop and forced myself not to check. just a nice email saying “that’s okay, we all have to learn!” and that was that. i guess it’s good that i didn’t see it though, or it would’ve felt like the compulsion is what made it work out fine.

therapist: so this proves that you can make a mistake, and that it doesn’t mean the end of the world, even when you don’t perform the compulsions.

me: yeah

me: except…wait, but i didn’t actually make a mistake? i edited it according to our house style like i was supposed to. that just wasn’t aligned with what she wanted as a customer. her disagreeing with that doesn’t mean that i’m wrong or terrible at my job or whatever, it doesn’t mean it’s my fault.

therapist: oooh! write that down.

me: and ...actually, even if i had done it wrong, i apologised and fixed it. and i took responsibility. so lets say she had kicked off about it and i’d got yelled at or fired, that would have been way out of proportion, right? for editing out two sentences?

me: so maybe it’s not just “i can make a mistake and nothing bad will happen”, but maybe that even if i do make a mistake and something bad does happen as a direct result, or someone reacts badly to it, that doesn’t mean that their reaction is inherently right or proportionate or fair. like...maybe making a mistake doesn’t mean that someone treating me poorly because of it then automatically becomes acceptable and that it must be something i deserve no matter what?

me:......oh.

me: …………………….Oh.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Ngl, the Nadia anons and fic have me in a Nadia mood. Can we get a fic where MC and Vivienne aren't dating, but Nadia thought they were and finds out they aren't, so she tries winning over MC, and MC is both wary and slightly charmed, despite the entire Poppy being exasperated, and finally agrees to a date? It could be a follow on from the other fic or it's own thing. (If you receive this ask twice please ignore the 2nd one, tumblr gave a bad request message for the first so idk if you got it)

Pairing with: “Can we have a Nadia stalking mc instead of Vivienne? Getting intrigued by the mc and then wanting her to join her instead“

...

Written by @an-awkward-ghost

“I’m a bit confused.”

The voice is firm, perhaps even a bit harsh, and it has Nadia instantly on edge. Were it not for the small, almost imperceptible hint of playfulness, the blond thief would have already brandished her knife. Instead, she just freezes there, wide eyed, letting the voice wash over her and awaken a torrent of feelings she had buried deep within her. Emotions only brought problems, only made her pick all the wrong options. She couldn’t trust something as fickle as that. She knew that. Well. At least she thought she knew that.

Yet here she is, eagerly spinning around after a moment’s hesitation, seeking the owner of that sweet, sweet, harsh voice.

It had only been a month, but Karina seemed to have changed drastically. Gone was the insecure little girl she had been, wrapped in Vivienne’s shadow. Now she stood strong and unflinching just a few meters away, shoulders thrown back in attempt to look taller, brown eyes calculating Nadia’s every movement like a predator. One wrong move, and it was over.

Nadia didn’t want to underestimate a woman like Karina ever again.

“You said you weren’t after Vivienne anymore… but here you are anyway.” Her eyes flickered up and down, her expression softening with a small, unconcerned smile. It didn’t look cocky, nor did it look happy. It was teasing, meant to irritate Nadia to her very core, but she found she couldn’t quite look at it without feeling butterflies rise. It was unfair. Nadia pursed her lips and looked away, and Karina continued. “What am I supposed to think?”

She felt like she had been put under a microscope, left there to be picked apart by the artist.

“It… was a coincidence?” She finally said, voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil of emotions she was experiencing.

Karina hummed. “Yeah, I don’t really believe in coincidences and that only leaves me with plenty of creepy alternatives. You might want to explain yourself.”

“I didn’t know you would come here next.” Nadia forced herself to meet her gaze, half-wishing she could just burn the butterflies in her stomach so she could actually concentrate, half-berating herself for not realizing where her true affections laid sooner. “I had planned to stay away from you – that’s why I decided to come here in the first place.”

“Sure. Awfully close to our next target, too. How convenient.”

Frustration could not begin to convey what Nadia was feeling right now. Hot-headed indignation, barely held at bay by the cold, murky feeling of rejection. Her hands closed into fists, then opened, then closed again in quick motions, as if she were trying to grasp her conflicting feelings and bury them even deeper.

“I didn’t even know you had a target here.” She spat at last, scowling. “Look, I won’t get in between your relationship with Vivienne anymore. I won’t even stay here, if it bothers you so much. I could probably pick the next flight to–”

“My relationship?”

“Yes, your– why are you looking at me like that?” It takes a few seconds. Nadia has never had so many conflicting feelings in her entire life. There’s the bubbly, blissful hope that lifts her spirits and spreads over her whole body like a blanket of pure joy, warm and fuzzy, but there’s also the sinking, bitter sensation of a misunderstanding. Of not reading the room correctly, despite that being Nadia’s forte. “You aren’t dating Vivienne.”

Karina’s smile seems a little less detached, bordering on genuine. “It’s true I had some interest in her at the beginning, but I quickly realized a relationship wasn’t the best choice. Hey, maybe we should start a club or something! God knows there’s enough people interested in Vivienne to get plenty of members.”

“Then… but she didn’t– you were jealous!”

“Yeah, I can’t deny that.” A sheepish shrug. “But in my defense, who wouldn’t be?”

Nadia takes a deep breath. “You were jealous.” She repeats, more to herself than to Karina. She’s trying to make this whole situation make sense. “Of Vivienne…? Because I was giving attention to her.”

A light blush that might be Nadia’s imagination appears on Karina’s face. “I think we might be getting off topic here. You, uh, you said you were going to leave?”

“I was, but there’s no way I’m doing that after this revelation.” After a month of aimlessly swimming through the situation, Nadia finally thinks she might have found her footing. She smirks. “You are interested in me.”

Karina looks her up and down again, wary. “Was. You know, before I found out you are an obsessive asshole.”

“Believe me, I’ve learnt my lesson. I’ll respect your boundaries.” She takes a few steps closer. Karina seems rooted in place, body angling towards the end of the alleyway they are in, but making no move to leave. “But I can’t let this chance slip me by.”

“Chance? So because you couldn’t get Vivienne, now you are after me?”

“Ah…” Nadia hesitates, all confidence wavering. The other woman narrows her eyes. “No. No, I…” The words were right there. Somehow, they wouldn’t come out.

“You…?

“It’s just. I didn’t– I…” She lets out a small grunt of frustration. “I wasn’t interested in her. I thought I was. Turns out she wasn’t the one that interested me at all.”

“But then… why did you…” A beat, and Karina’s eyes widen. “You were projecting your feelings onto her.”

“Yes. And now that it’s come out into the open that you are also interested-”

“Was. I was interested. Past tense. Nadia, I’m saying no. Can you respect that, please?”

Nadia pursed her lips, feeling her good mood dissipate. This was what had ruined her chances in the past, her near violent approach. She backed the subject of her interest to a corner where they would have no other choice but to pick her, because the alternative was even worse.

That’s not something she wanted for Karina. Whatever this affection was, it felt far more fragile and precious than any of her other obsessions.  Far more real. Worth treasuring. Nadia wasn’t sure she could even call this feeling ‘an obsession’.

She couldn’t force something like this. She didn’t want to.

“I understand.” She said. “And you have every right to say no, but I want you to give me a chance to prove that I’ve changed.” That had been mostly thanks to the sheer number of sleepless nights she had had, just thinking about everything. Her ideology and how it clashed with the Poppy’s, mainly. That was why she had scrapped the video her crew was working on, why she had put on hold the heists they had planned.

She knew she still had a long way to go, but she was willing and raging to go. A change was long overdue.

“Just one chance. I won’t let it go to waste.”

…

“It was creepy enough when it was Vivienne, but I didn’t expect to endure this type of thing again.” Zoe holds up a gift for everyone to see with a small grimace. Jett takes one look at it and whistles in appreciation.

“Those are some quality paints, alright. You’re going to have a field day with those, Kar.”

“Who said I was going to use them?”

“So I can throw them out or-”

“What? No! Zoe, don’t!”

Vivienne smirks from where she is curled up on the couch, amusement crinkling in her eyes. “Now this is a development, thought I can’t say it was unexpected.” The mirth dies down soon enough. To anyone else she’d look composed, detached, but the members of the Poppy know her well enough to detect the hint of worry clouding her expression. “How do you feel about this, Karina? Would you like us to handle it?”

“I can think of a few ways that might be effective.” Leon adds, from the other side of the room, a frown firmly in place.

“She just can’t give up, can she?” Remy huffs. “First Vivienne, now Karina… When do you think you’ll have your turn, Zoe?”

Zoe gives him a dry look. “Never. Not if I can help it. But seriously Kar, what do we do? If I have to see another gift from that woman, I swear-”

“No, no, it’s okay.”

The living room is always alive with noise when the Poppy gathers in it, sharing laughs, the atmosphere light and welcoming. All of that skids to an abrupt stop as soon as Karina has finished talking. Silence reigns so perfectly it becomes deafening, all eyes on her, searching, prodding, as if they were trying to find out when Karina had been replaced by some kind of impostor.

The artist laughs. “Seriously. Just give me at least a week with her. I want to see something.”

“Something?” Nikolai repeats, one of his eyebrows so far up into his hairline Karina is almost expecting it to fall off. “Not that I don’t trust your judgement, but you must remember who we are talking about. One week is plenty of time for her to kill you.”

“One week.” Karina says again, resolute. “That is all I ask.”

The rest of the Poppy sputters in a chaos of half-shouted reasons why this won’t work, and half-muttered inquiries regarding Karina’s sanity. She takes it all in stride, mostly because they aren’t telling her anything new, something she hadn’t considered before making the decision. Curiosity kills the cat, some say, and Karina is definitely curious to see how much Nadia has allegedly changed.

…

“I’m definitely surprised this time.”

Nadia gives her a curious look, her smirk firmly in place. The confidence she exudes is something that had interested Karina from the moment she had first seen the blonde woman, an unhinged storm worth admiring from a distance.

She had certainly mellowed out. There was still a dangerous undertone to her every action, but it was more controlled. Karina wasn’t naive, she knew Nadia could still kill people if she wanted to, probably with no remorse whatsoever, but she had the impression she would at least consider other alternatives before rushing in for the kill. Nadia hadn’t been lying – she had changed.

Or she was a really good actress, but Karina was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“I didn’t think you’d have such a drastic change in just one month.”

Blue eyes shimmer with delight. Nadia practically preens.

“I’m full of surprises. You’d better get used to that.”

“Good! That just means I won’t get bored anytime soon.”

“I’ll ensure you don’t.”

The chill of the night makes for an excellent excuse to get closer, not that Nadia really needs it. She moves closer to her in one smooth movement, but Karina catches the look the blonde woman sends her way, making sure she’s not overstepping any boundaries. It’s a sweet gesture, something she wouldn’t have expected from Nadia in the past.

They’re on top of the Eiffel Tower. Leon is somewhere near, out of sight, and Karina can just imagine him staring at them from wherever he is with a concerned frown, ready to intervene at any sign of trouble. But nothing of the sort happens. Instead, Karina stands there, transfixed by the anecdotes Nadia is telling her, eyes tracking her every movement with a shocked wonder she hadn’t felt before. There had been a spark with Vivienne, all those months ago, when the Poppy had recruited her, but nothing like the emotion she feels now. There’s a raging fire somewhere in her soul she had ignored until now, emboldened by Nadia’s smile, by her touch, by her mere presence.

And when the date comes to an end, and she stands inches away, blue eyes searching hers for permission?

Karina can only nod, eyes fluttering shut as Nadia slips one finger under her chin, directing her face up, expression softening as she leans in.

She feels like she is on cloud nine.

[projectjasper]

Dear Archer,

I told you so, and it happened! I was gently rejected. 💔 Guess that’s karma for dissing PeteKao -> goodbye brownie points. 🥲 But because I’m a very open minded person (that loves to be proven wrong) -> I promise I will watch the whole franchise again at some point. Maybe then I will like them better; but for now, I think it was the constant (imho unnecessary) misunderstandings that put me off a little bit. (Truth be told, I only watched DBK 🤭 -> perhaps if I had watched Kiss: The Series and Kiss Me Again beforehand I would have enjoyed PeteKao more.) I hope you can still appreciate my input to your inbox; I’m trying really hard here. 😥

Anyhow, to end the confusion once and for all: I am and will remain (for now at least…) the only Win-stan in your inbox. And yes, I prefer to keep that side of me anonymous. 🙃 As for why: apart from the fact that he looks beautiful on the one hand (“handsome” just doesn’t cover it) and like the human version of a frolicking puppy on the other… He has a beautiful soft spoken voice: every time I hear it smth within me just feels calm. 😌 Plus, he is just so funny. Cracks me up every time. Also, I am a very simp-le 🧷 soul: if someone speaks English, they get a brownie point from me.

As for Degrassi, I am not as ancient as I sound (just past the 25-age border). But if I may give some elderly advice: I think you might appreciate Adam’s story (season 10-13). 😉

Finally: lmao, look at us (not into angst or violence bc it triggers stuff) BOTH enjoying Not Me (thriller, lots of violence, constantly looming threat of being exposed)!!! 🤣🤣🤣 I just think it’s been a wild ride so far. And it proves once aGun 🧷 why OffGun is soo well-matched. Tbh, this definitely not my genre, so I can’t say a lot about the execution. (Btw, as far as film in general is concerned, I’m great at analysing screenwriting and to some extent metaphors and scenery -> but as for characters/ actual acting skills, I’m not your gal. 🙈) But as far as my personal opinion went, I liked it a lot. Somehow, it was a lot easier to get into than F4: Thailand. About that, I do actually agree with Thel. It brought up a lot of unwanted memories for me too. And judging from the tag, I think this opinion is shared by a number of people. I can also say as much as that I’m not the only Gorya-Ren shipper on the block. (Typical me: shipping the wrong couple! 🤥)

@reliable anon -> ImMo 🧷 be honest and admit that my spirits were a little Louiser 🧷 (sorry idk how to turn this into a pun 🤦‍♀️) after your reply. But I while hold up my Wai-t 🧷 flag 🏳 and accept your hand in friendship. 🤝 Cheers to Chang-e 🧷! 🥂 This might sound a bit Korn-y 🧷, but Safe 🧷 to say, I mean every word of it. I am just Ink-credibly 🧷 grateful to our “Archer-tect” 🧷 for crea-Tong 🧷 this op-Pa-tunity 🧷 to communicate with each other. It’s great to Pat-take 🧷, although at this point I can’t com-Pran-hent 🧷 what I’m talking about. 😂 Maybe I should just “Chai-Chai-Slide” 🧷 out of this conversation. 😆

That was it for now. Just chant with me: Ohm Pawat deserves the world! And: Archer deserves even more! 💗💜💙🏳️‍⚧️💙💜💗

Lots of cuddles coming your way! 🫂🫂🫂

~ operanon 🎼

P.S. A fun fact about me to cheer you up: I experienced my first wlw awakening (I think I had 5 in total 😅) after listening to t.A.T.u.’s “All the Things She Said”. (I saw the music video on television during a music program that was probably meant for teens -> I must have been 6 or 7 at the time and I was just 😮 and then 🥰.)

P.P.S. Every day it gets harder to keep up my “anon” identity and not mix up things with my actual non-anon identity. 😳 You’re hot on my tail! ☺️

hello, dear operanon!!

i wouldn't say you were rejected - just gently nudge your secret admiring in the direction of platonic, and you'll be good! i see you haven't gone through my list of drama recs (/lh), but i do actually recommend watching just the petekao cut before rewatching dbk (no need to watch the entirety of kiss me and kiss me again gjkgjdfkgj).

i respect your wish for anonymity in all things - whether win-related or not - which is why (in relation to your p.p.s) i shall not be putting my detective hat on for this one. no gears are turning in my head, no tails are being set on fire - you shall have your anonymity until you decide to reveal your identity all on your own.

also, i know i seem like a wee baby, but i have known i am trans since i was 15, so i have actually gone through much of the trans rep content. i have also been there when this masterpiece of a meme was made (if any trans mascs are reading this - enjoy):

and actually, i am so sorry for the confusion, but i do not mind violence at all, especially when it's in a stick-it-to-the-man context like with not me or manner of death. it's angst that i hate. half the reason why i chose the name archer is actually because i've been shooting out people's kneecaps with a bow and some arrows in video games since i was 11, so if anything violence is kind of my thing (in fictional settings, of course).

and as for your p.s., i think most queer russians have a pretty complex relationship with that song, but i am glad it made for such a positive experience for you!!