#it was a slew of emotions tbh

[delightfullygiddy]

had a near death experience earlier with my sister today while driving. Someone decides to cut across three lanes of traffic, speeding mind you,and is coming straight at us. She's able to pull the car out of the way and that's it. It's a quick sort of 'that really happened, didn't it?' but we besides racing hearts, i suppose it's calm panic. Alhamdullilah that we made it, but I truly worried about that person and hope i don't see them in the news in an accident report.

really does show how quickly lives can change in a minute. such an angering feeling for all those ones lost in such terrible ways.

[bitchapalooza]

Thinking so much about how Black*Star must’ve felt seeing his dead adoptive father “alive” and trying to kill him and his friends and having to fight back

[sitkainsnow]

Talia may have been an awful mother (loving yes, but giving a child a good and healthy environment? NO. BUT Ra’s also gets most the blame) but by the gods did she save Damian from younger Bruce. Like he in most cases was born before Jason's death, or at least around then, so can you imagine grieving Bruce, who at that point believed himself to be more Batman than Bruce, trying to take care of a kid? Tim already was essentially babysitting him at that point in time trying to keep the guy from killing himself, not to mention the whole slew of emotional problems he had that worsened by tenfold when Jason died. Like tbh Damian probably would've been wayyyy worse off😭

[ryin-silverfish]

disjointed LMK S5 reactions from a Chinese sub + dub watcher:

-the animation looks somewhat better than the trailer suggests.

-the worldbuilding, however, is...confusing.

-don't get me wrong, the emotional and character beats still hit right, but...the more I try to make sense of the worldbuilding, the less sense it makes.

(at least my fears about the Ten Kings conspiracy didn't come true, the 9 non-traitor kings are still pathetic pushovers that got [spoilered] by [spoilered].)

-welp, I will attempt to do so anyways. Spoilers under cut:

-In the beginning, someone or something made the Pillar of Creation to ward the world from Chaos.

-Which isn't how Chaos works in the Chinese cosmology, btw, but LMK is mostly its own vaguely JTTW-inspired fantasy setting at this point, so I'll try to keep the mythos-nitpicking to a minimum.

-Then some guy cracked the pillar (in the mythos, that would be Gonggong, but S5 does not mention a single name), and Nvwa had to make the Five-colored Stone + sacrifice herself to fix it.

-The "sacrifice" here is mostly her/her soul getting stuck inside the pillar for eternity, though, since MK still got to talk to her once he entered it.

-Each Five-colored Stone is attached to a Divine Guardian, who also serve as the stone's container, so to speak. They seem to remain outside of the pillar as anchors of reality.

-These guardians are the Divine Beasts of the Four Directions + JE himself, which is why Azure killing JE has such detrimental effects on reality.

-For every Five-colored Stone removed from its container, said container is destroyed, the cracks in reality widen, and the end of the "Cycle" draws near.

-Apart from the Five-colored Stone, Nvwa also created the Harbinger...at some point, and placed it inside SWK's stone, presumably after he has already hatched from it (based on Subodhi's words in S4 that MK is born from the same stone, after SWK).

-This Harbinger is supposed to sleep inside forever, awakening only at the end of the "Cycle" so that he can sacrifice himself to maintain the pillar, keep the encroaching Chaos at bay, and maybe give the world a soft reboot in the process or sth.

-Enter: the Nine-headed Demon, king of monologues and convoluted metaphors, a descendent of Xiangliu——another nine-headed serpentine monster from the Chinese mythos (said to be a subordinate of Gonggong in the Books of Mountains and Seas, who was slew by Yu the Great.)

-My attempt to make sense of his metaphor: basically, he used to live happily inside this Chaos-free bubble too (dark cave), alongside people who have never seen outside of it before, until he walked outside, dived into Chaos (sunlight), and went "Hey, it isn't all that bad! No, it's awesome!"

-Unsurprisingly, when he returned to the world inside the bubble and tried to convince his pals to take the Chaos bath together with him, he got rejected by everyone and turned edgy.

-He impersonated the Tenth King of the Underworld, King of the Turning Wheel, and proceeded to awaken the Harbinger prematurely.

-Supposedly, it's because he wanted the Harbinger to have experienced life for himself in the fullest, instead of waking up only to walk like a lamb to the slaughter.

-But his motivation is pretty confusing, tbh, and hearing Pigsy calling him out for never shutting the fuck up is funny as hell.

(Despite that? I kinda like his personality.)

-What MK did at the end of S5 is...well, the way I see it, he is still using the Five-Colored Stone as reality anchors, but instead of infusing their powers into a single mega-strong container, able to withstand the massive strain, every living being become a container, holding reality in place through quantity rather than quality.

-However, the anti-Chaos barrier does seem to have weakened; before Nine-head escaped into the "Chaos Outside" once and for all like he always wanted, he said that MK had opened the "Pandora's Box", so to speak.

-My completely arbitary theory: the anti-Chaos barrier before is like a giant roof, held up by 5 pillars. Take out 1 pillar, and the whole thing is guaranteed to come crashing down, sooner or later.

-The new one is like a net, with each individual functioning as its individual threads. It can do its job——holding reality together, but also leaves a lot of little holes for the Chaos Outside to slip in and out.

[lovelytsunoda]

holding out for a hero ( iii ) // platonic! mercedes amg

summary: a holiday party at marcus armstrong's house brings changes to y/n's life, in the form of both a british f2 driver she'd rather not show her face around ever again, and a very awkward milestone.

pairing: platonic!mercedes amg f1 x reader, brief olli caldwell x reader

warnings: first kisses, a slew of emotions i don't want to unpack, it's going to be cute and angsty all at the same time, self-deprecation, basically the same warnings as the rest of the series tbh, mentions of an alcohol allergy, paul being a little shit

author's note: this is lowkey based on the story of my first kiss from last december . . . i actually hated it all and we're back to the drawing board on that whole dating thing. i fear my standards may be too high.

this series would make such a good sitcom tbh

"marcus, for the last time, i don't do parties." y/n insisted, frowning at the face on her phone as she stride out of the mercedes building in brackley. "i don't care that i already know most of the people who are going to be there, or that the guys are bringing their girlfriends. the answer is no."

"come on!" marcus armstrong begged on the other end of the facetime call, laughing as the young intern clumsily zipped up her tommy hilfiger jacket, hiding the bottom half of her face under the collar as the wind whipped her face, flakes of snow beginning to fall from the winter sky. "it's not as bad as you're thinking it's going to be. it's literally just at my house, my younger sister is going to be there."

y/n snorted. "come on, armstrong. if you think telling me that your teenaged sister is going to be at the party is a drawing factor, you need to reevaluate things in your life. besides, liam is going to be there and it's going to be ultra painful to see him and his girlfriend being all loved up."

silverstone had been a huge knock to y/n y/l/n's self-confidence. it had taken a lot for her to allow herself to be that vulnerable. to dance in front of the rowdy group of boys, to let her guard down long enough to meet new people, to have a good time.

to tell liam lawson that she thought he was cute, just for liam to shatter her heart into a million peices without even meaning or trying to.

god, she wished she could stop being so sensitive sometimes.

she hadn't been to another race since. she also hadn't spoken directly to liam, occasionally being looped into things on the group chat. as far as she was aware, red bull were shipping him off to japan with cem bolukbasi to run a superformula test.

she was heading back to her car now, the cold air turning her fingers numb as she clutched her phone, digging in her pocket for her car keys.

"i'm not doing it, armstrong."

"and why the bloody hell not? you had a great time in sliverstone, and i'll have james keep liam away from you if that would make you feel better."

y/n had opened her mouth to say something when she felt a pair of hands clapping her on the shoulders.

"she's going." susie wolff insisted. "come on, y/n. you need to get out more. you deserve to let yourself have fun."

"but this party isn't going to be fun, susie."

susie grinned, hands in the deep front pockets of her trench coat. "you won't know unless you try it, kiddo." she turned to the phone. "marcus, she'll be there!"

____

y/n stood in front of her mirrored closet door, smoothing her fingers over her hair, drawn back into a tight half-up ponytail kind of style.

"you look great, kiddo!" angela cullen's voice faintly filtered through the phone speakers, a kelsy karter song playing softly from the turntable in the corner.

"ang, i'm going to make a fool out of myself out there." y/n groaned. "i hate parties!"

"but you know these guys, y/n. you know marcus, you know clem and you know fred. you'll be fine. with that being said, if you want to leave early, call one of us."

"oh, you'll definitley be getting some kind of call." she rolled her eyes, stopping the turntable and sliding the shiny black vinyl back into it's sleeve, fairy lights twinkling above her. "what if they don't like me, angela?"

"and what if they love you?"

after bidding the physiotherapist her goodbyes, y/n pocketed her phone and padded across the dusty apartment floor to her kitchen. the apartment felt too big for her to live in on her own, and technically she didn't, but it's not like her roommate was ever home. she sighed to herself, opening the fridge to stare at the almost empty shelf, making a mental note to order her groceries.

if there was anything that gave her anxiety, it was grocery shopping. there was a voice in her head that always seemed to tell her that the cashier ringing her groceries through was judging her, or that that mother with two kids in a stroller was frowning at the nutritional index of meals she hadn't even made yet.

she grabbed the plastic container with the kirkland signature logo, groaning to herself as she realized that the lettuce in her pre-made ceaser salad had gone off.

"fuck me." she muttered, throwing the entire thing in the trash before grabbing a ziploc container filled with sliced peppers, that way she had at least eaten something before she went to the party.

just in case her anxiety stamped out her appetite

her nimble fingers sailed across the keyboard as she texted clement, asking for a ride to marcus'. she had no idea where she was going, and she didn't want to be lost in london this close to the new year.

i'll be at the apartment in twenty, and i've got my girlfriend with me. she can't wait to meet you! you're going to have a great time at marcus'

she took a deep breath, reminding herself to calm down a little. it was just marcus armstrong's house. what could possibly go wrong? they're the same people she had such a great time with at silverstone, right?

_____

she regretted going to marcus' almost as soon as she walked through the doors to his massive penthouse. at the track, they could pretend that they were all the same. but not here, not out in the real world when y/n walked through the front doors of his doorman building with glass elevators, his penthouse that was bigger than even the townhouse she grew up in with her parents.

in the kitchen, marcus had stacked a sturdy tower of martini glasses. behind them, felipe drugovich was standing on a kitchen chair with a bottle of ferrari trento champagne in his arms.

"i've always wanted to do this!" the f2 champion shouted. "come on, guys. someone get this on tape!"

"dear lord, what are the twenty stooges doing now?" she groaned, leaning against the wall next to jehan daruvala.

jehan laughed. "making a champagne fountain because liam said he saw it in a movie once. felipe wanted to do the honors of puring it, and nobody wants to argue with the f2 champ, especially when he just found out he's not getting a race seat next year, but logan is."

"shit. i guess the feeder series system just isn't working like it used to."

a chorus of cheers from the kitchen island disrupted further conversation, the warm lights shining down on the last person that y/n wanted to see. god, motorsport was a small world, wasn't it?

liam lawson locked eyes with her from across the apartment, giving her a sad and sympathetic smile. she bit her lip to stop from grimacing, meekly waving back.

nobody else knew what had happened between her and liam, and she preferred to keep it that way.

"y/n!" marcus shouted, throwing his arms in the air and waving her over. "come join us!"

"have a drink." clement encouraged, trying to pass her a glass of champagne.

she shook her head. "give it to your girlfriend, novalak. i'm actually allergic to alcohol."

calan williams narrowed his eyes, skeptically sipping from his own glass. "that sounds fake."

y/n laughed, moving closer to the kitchen island. "its a genetic thing. i can't handle anything more than a cooler or a mixed drink. anything stronger will have me throwing up for hours."

"i think there's some smirnoff ice in the fridge." marcus suggested, pointing towards a large cabinet front. ayumu iwasa opened the cabinet, revealing the fridge behind it.

fucking rich people.

"what the hell, pass me one of the peach smirnoff coolers in the door."

"to felipe!" dennis hauger shouted, hefting his beer into the air, arm full of tattoos on display. "our 2022 champion!"

"and to logan, my old teammate!" liam lawson added, throwing his arm around logan sargeant's neck. liam looked drunkest of all, though it seemed like all of the drivers were a wreck. "williams racing's last hope."

she spent most of the night wandering around marcus' massive house, ducking in and out of conversations. she appreciated that the drivers were trying to help her feel at home, but there was still a small part of her that wanted to flee, to run away and sit at home with her emily henry book or watch a korean psychological thriller.

"so who's actually sticking around next year?" jack doohan asked, slumped across marcus' living room sofa. "aren't they cleaning house in f2?" his buzzcut was growing back in, his shaggy blonde hair fitting his face much better, although the look still seemed odd since the length was at that awkward stage.

"it's dennis, you, ayumu, jehan, enzo, theo, me, amaury, roy, ralph." fred vesti started counting off on his fingers, a drunken slur underneath his words if one listened carefully.

"and i'm not going anywhere any time soon!" ralph boomed. "i'm like fernando fucking alonso, motherfuckers! 2023 is going to be my year, just you wait and see!"

"yeah right! the championship is as much yours as it is clem's!" marcus shouted back with a laugh, an aperol spritz in hand as he messed with the stereo.

"oh, fuck you lot." clement laughed, curled up in an armchair with his girlfriend. "you didn't need to do me like that in front of ines, come on, have some class."

"am i forgetting about anyone?" fred hummed. "i skipped clem, but am i missing anyone else?"

"what about zane? he's coming back, yeah?" amaury suggested.

"dude, it's a miracle that you're coming back." dennis snorted. "i thought you were gone for sure after that speeding ticket fiasco. how long did you lose your license for?"

sitting on the couch in between jack and olli caldwell, she felt suffocated. she drew her arms in on herself, trying to create a bubble of space from the aussie on one side and the briton on the other. her palms felt sweaty, her chest heavy.

"are you okay?" olli asked her softly. "do you want to get out of here? we can go for a walk, take a breather?"

she nodded quickly, her voice soft. "please? i love you all, i really do, but this is a bit much."

"yeah, come on. let's grab your jacket." olli encouraged, taking her by the hand as they both slipped out of marcus' living room.

not that anybody noticed they were gone. or that they had left together.

once they were both outside, y/n felt better. the cool breeze on her face, the twinkling christmas lights that had been lit up glowing in the haze as snow began to fall gently.

"so where are you off to next year if it's not f2?" she asked, fingers still laced with olli's as they walked down the sidewalk.

"endurance, i think. alpine are still sponsoring me as a driver, so laurent has been a hige help in trying to find me something else. it's something different, and i'm looking forward to it. what about you?"

"i have no idea." she answered truthfully, dropping olli's hand. "my internship runs out before the season starts in bahrain. then it will be back to the real world, the world where i'm on my own with my five friends and my roommate. i'm hoping that toto will keep me on next year, but i also realize that he might not have that control. it would be a shame to leave, though. i feel like i've finally found my place in this world."

they stopped walking, y/n leaning against the brickwork exterior of marcus' condo complex. olli stood in front of her, hands in his jeans pockets, his breath turning into mist in the air.

"i'm sure it will all work out. and even if mercedes don't take you on, there are so many other motorsports in europe that you can try. and you'll always have us, y/n. any time you want them, i've got wec tickets for you."

"thanks, olli. really."

they drifted into a silence, somewhat easy, somewhat not. olli's hands came up to press against the wall, his face just milimeters from hers. her heart started pounding, anticipation building in her bones.

is this it? is it really happening? is olli caldwell going to kiss me?

and then he leaned in, his lips pressed against hers.

y/n y/l/n had just had her first kiss.

_____

"so let me get this straight, you finally got your first kiss, a boy actually wanted to go out with you, and you're turning him down?"

"well, when you put it like that!" y/n groaned, face in her hands as she slumped back in her desk chair.

it was the week after marcus armstrong's party, the group sitting in the legal department at the mercedes f1 factory in brackley. she had already told the full story, and her face was pinker than a crush cream soda.

"i just don't understand what your train of thought is here, if i'm being honest." george chuckled. "so caldwell kissed you. what's the big deal?"

"because it was my first kiss, george! i've been thinking it over all weekend, and i felt sick to my stomach when olli texted me the morning after." she groaned, running her hands over her face. "you're going to laugh at me when i tell you why."

"i promise you, we aren't going to laugh, y/n." lewis said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "all of what you're feeling is normal."

she sighed. "it didn't feel the way that the books said it was supposed to feel."

"that's your big reasoning? really?" nyck's tinny voice rang through the speaker on mick shumacher's phone. in abu dhabi, the reserve driver had officially been traded to scuderia alphatauri, and by extension, not allowed into brackley to be privy to this conversation. so, naturally, he was facetimed and looped in anyways.

"mick, can you please mute the traitor." y/n groaned, reaching for the german boy's phone before mick laughed and pulled it out of her reach to mute the call himself.

on screen, nyck was still talking.

"i know it sounds stupid, but i've felt sick about it all weekend. what am i supposed to do, guys?"

"i think that your feeling are vaild, first of all." mick began, "and that maybe olli came on too strong."

mick's finger slipped, unmuting the call enough for nyck to shout. "did i not just say that? were you not listening?"

"you have so much time, y/n." lewis said with a small smile. "but i hope you've learned something about yourself from this, yeah? maybe this was the boost of self confidence that you needed?"

she had thought about the kiss all weekend, hoping that she could make it make sense, and that she wasn't overreacting. and it's not like olli had done anything wrong, although french kissing was a little much for the first date, even when it wasn't even a date, and she was trying to convince herself that telling olli she just wanted to be friends was the best call.

and then, digging deeper, she had to ask herself if she was even ready for a relationship. because when the idea was finally breathing down her neck, the idea of olli, and going on a date, and sharing so much of herself with someone else, it scared the shit out of her.

"he put his tongue in my mouth, lewis!" she whined. "god, i sound like a child."

"he what?" a muffled voice called from the other side of her desk, followed up by a thump and frantic whispering.

"what the fuck?" y/n mumbled, getting out of her desk chair and leaning over the glass cubicle wall. "paul?"

with a shit eating grin on his face, paul aron slipped out from underneath the table, kimi antonelli just behind him. while paul didn't look the least bit apologetic, kimi looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

"i am so sorry, miss. we shouldn't have been listening." the italian boy bowed his head. "but blame paul, it was his idea."

"what, i wanted the office gossip." the estonian boy shrugged. "he french kissed you, and you friendzoned him? that's a little sad."

"paul get out!" y/n snapped. "or i'll call toto and bono!"

the threat of toto wolff was enough to get kimi and paul to dart out of the room faster than the freca cars that they drove. toto didn't know about the kiss, mainly because she knew that he had otmar and laurent on speed dial and would find a way to put the fear of god into oliver caldwell for hurting his intern.

the bond that she had formed with the wolff family wasn't something she would have traded for the world. she found herself calling or texting toto's daughter rosa more often, with the two being of a similar age.

she just hoped that toto liked her enough to keep her around for another season.

"there are plenty of fish in the sea, kiddo." susie wolff added, striding into the office. "and don't worry, i'm not going to tell toto. although, paul and kimi might. take this as a learning experience. and don't take any advice from this lot." she added, whacking george in the back of the head with a file folder.

"why did i feel like that was directed at me?" the man from king's lynn groaned.

"the right boy will come when the time is right. god knows i met toto later in life. and look at us now." susie continued, pulling y/n in for a hug. "come on, we have an investor meeting with monster, and toto wants you there."

"me? he wants me in a meeting with our biggest sponsor?"

lewis laughed. "you need to start giving yourself more credit. you are so loved here, y/n. you have a future in motorsport law, a future here."

mick, lewis and george all exchanged a look, bright smiles on their faces.

"what are you not telling me? is toto keeping me on for next year?"

"we aren't allowed to say anything just yet." george started. "but, i think toto has a soft spot for you."

"put it this way: you'll know before bahrain, and you might want to pack some summer clothes." susie smiled.

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[patolemus]

part 2 of Red Hoodies!! 🩵

ooooh I knew you'd be curious about this one. I still have so many ideas on how to make it come to life and haven't decided which storyline I'm going for, but I do know I have at least two scenes I need to write. There's going to be an expansion on Stiles' relationship with Artemis, which I briefly mentioned during red hoodies, and also how Stiles and Athena's relationship is tested during HoO (so how he reacts to Athena giving the quest to Annabeth and not him, and why she does that. It's all very emotional tbh). It's also going to be featuring Marcus, Stiles' allegedly werewolf roommate!

Here's the first 500 words just for you, my love! Just... don't expect many of these because there's not a lot more to choose from. As in, there's nothing else to choose from. It's literally this and two half written scenes (I'm so sorry)

Something’s humming in the back of his head.

Stiles tries his best to ignore it, just as he’s been doing for the past two days, back when the noise first started. He tries to focus on the essay for his social sciences core requirement class, but it’s hard to think about the sociological and cultural impacts of Ancient Greece in modern times - which is definitely not what the essay is supposed to be about, but ask Stiles if he gives a shit - when you feel like your brain is being used as a speaker at full volume.

Stiles checks the time on the clock on his desk. 3:27 AM. Groaning, he rubs at his eyes with the heels of his palms, trying to get some focus back. Marcus still isn’t back, not that Stiles expected him to be. The guy can barely stand to be in the same room as him most of the time. He’s pretty sure he’s taken all late classes this semester so he can sleep while Stiles is in class all morning and disappear the rest of the day.

He really should make time to sit him down and explain everything to him, lest he transfers out altogether. Stiles would feel awfully bad if he were to drive someone out of college because of a misunderstanding, of all things. Miscommunication is only entertaining in books, and only when it’s comical. 

This isn’t comical, it’s bordering on tragic.

Stiles makes a mental note to corner his roomate sometime soon, then goes back to his essay.

“The presence and influence of Ancient Greece can be spotted throughout most western cultures…” he trails off. Stiles reads the last words he’s written on his word document at least five more times, trying to remember where he was going with this point. He’s pretty sure it had something to do with symbology.

The humming doesn’t stop.

His phone screen lights up, startling him. Stiles barely even uses the thing when out of Beacon Hills, not wanting to attract monsters, so he only keeps it on him for emergencies. He plans on ignoring it, but the thing lights up again, and again, and again, a slew of messages coming in in rapid succession.

Curiosity and anxiety piqued, Stiles picks it up. There are six messages from Scott, two from Allison, another two from Isaac, four from Lydia, one from Jackson, seven from Erica, three from Boyd, five from Peter - which is what’s alarming him the most, if he’s honest, Peter never texts, he calls and sends letters like the pretentious little douchebag he is - and a whooping seventeen from Derek.

Okay, then.

It doesn’t surprise him that they’re all together. They’re all attending colleges in-state, and apart from him, only Jackson and Lydia decided on somewhere other than the county's Community College. Jackson is back for the next few days because of the full moon, and Lydia probably decided to come with. Because that’s a luxury she can take. She’s that smart.

With no small amount of trepidation, because this can only ever mean trouble for him, Stiles opens up his chat with Derek. Most people wouldn’t think they’ve been together for years if they saw the conversation thread, because they barely even talk there. The last message before tonight is from a month ago, before Stiles came back to school for the new semester. He mostly communicates from his laptop, a gift from Daedalus, which makes it untraceable for monsters. Also, it has a satellite internet connection, which comes pretty handy when someone in his dorm building gets ideas and ends up cutting the whole building’s electricity.

Fucking wannabe frat boys.

And here's a real life screenshot of what comes immediately after. Again, I'm so sorry.

[theglasscat]

you are the only person whose opinion I want to hear about Wicked movie when you've seen it. signed, someone who just got out of the movie theater (I also have a lore question but will spoil nothing if you're not seeing it/haven't seen it)

I literally saw this as I was watching the end credits in the theater omg

I went in 90% blind. How do you go in blind when you've read the books and seen/listened the musical? Ignore all press releases, ads, and especially the Down the Yellow Brick Pod patreon group chat. I knew the beats and my low bar was at Oz The Great and Powerful, which is one bar below NBC's Emerald City. All I asked was that it understood the musical/book point and it's relation to other Oz media and it DELIVERED SO WELL. Sometimes in Oz media I go "so is this in my headcanon of Oz time or its own bubble universe" AND THIS ONE WAS IN MY HEADCANON.

The sets were superb, the costumes were superb, the dancing was superb I swear to god I dreamt about the Dancing Through Life choreography on the eve of my Saturn Return. I am not a singing expert and have historically inadvertently loved bad musical singing but I LIKED IT TOO.

My only complaint was how CG the monkey transformation sequence was for all its practical set pieces otherwise (I also know Maguire's monkey lore diverges from the Baum books but all Maguire/Baum divergence I accept long ago). Can you imagine if Henson Creature Shop was brought in just for one brutal stop mo/computer enhanced animatronic moment to add some Return to Oz/39 flying monkey terror? It would have been superb.

Oscar Diggs' characterization, called by name, was 10/10 just Jeff Goldblum as a charlatan pretending to be Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka. The poppy sleeping bit, the hard-core lore map, the desert's edge where any other musical heroine would be singing on an ocean cliff. This movie KNEW ITS OZ. "But the Munchkins aren't wearing blue" well one that's to connect this to the 39 film and because THIS IS AN INTEGRATED OZ THEY ARE MIXING COLORS AND SIGNIFICANTLY THERE ARE ONLY 5 COLOR SCHEMES THE ENSEMBLE ARE WEARING and also THAT SPECIFIC ENSEMBLE IS A DYING VILLAGE AT A HUB OF TEXTILE IMPORT AND EXPORT WHICH CHECKS OFF MY NEED FOR TEXTILE WORK TO BE PRESENT IN A FANTASY WORLD IN THE WHOLE FIRST SCENE

so yes I adored it, for a whole slew of other reasons I also felt seen by it a movie and it is so rare a movie I am seeing sees me back. This was one for the undiagnosed neurodivergent girls who had an affinity with Elphaba in the 2010s, this one was for the girls who wrote this comic the morning before, unknowing that Elphaba would find strength in accepting her emotional inner child at the film's climax:

This is a movie that saw me in this moment I'm at so I'm sooo biased.

Also this felt like a movie movie. My dad said "Did it feel like seeing Wizard of Oz for the first time?" and to be honest, yes? Wizard of Oz for the first time and also the world I have played in and lived in for 18 years now in high def color? I also was by myself in the second row to the screen, chair leaned way back to see everything, and absolutely overstimulated by feeling like I could walk right into my favorite fantasy world. I paid $13 to see a 2.5 hour musical and tbh? I got my money's worth.

What is your lore question???? I'd love to answer!!! Yes Boq SHOULD BE ALIVE TO GREET DOROTHY ON HER FIRST NIGHT IN MUNCHKINLAND but Maguire reflects this in the book and the stage musical mushes Boq and Nick Chopper together, but as two witches get mushed together to make Glinda in the 39 film it's sorta in character. Oz is not for the hard-core facts and continuity, it's about archetypes with similar traits and feelings.

[vacantgodling]

personally bothers me when ppl are like uwu Iago is gay for othello and completely ignore his racism let alone the racism throughout the play

lmao thank u for stopping by to talk old books with me :3c

but tbh thank god i’ve never seen this take in the wild because i just 👁️👁️ did we read the same play? are you okay??

iago’s like not even subtly racist. like the whole play is very racist in general when you start deconstructing it and thinking about it with a critical lens.

(such as: black/dark skinned men are going to come around and seduce your pure white daughters with either “magic” or their physicality, abuse them, black men are inherently violent and angry and good for their physical prowess, the only reason a white woman would love a black man is because she pities him… like i can go on)

however, aside from desdemona’s father, iago is the Most and honestly only maliciously racist character, and it’s not even just towards othello lmao (looking at his speech about how a black woman who’s smart would only be of value if she married a white man 😒) like, i understand the ideology behind wanting to read homoerotic jealousy into his actions because why is he so fixated and jealous of this (1) man who has “everything he wants” and tbh perhaps it could work if the play itself wasn’t saying, in part, that othello cannot be trusted with the things he was “freely given” stolen because he’s black/dark skinned/from the Moors, however ya wanna put it.

like it’s easier to read homoeroticism into fucking julius caesar (the play, and i suppose the man) than this play. in hamlet, CLEARLY, than this one. and then it creates a whole host of other issues with the play IF iago is gay because then *insert a slew of homophobic stereotypes here*

however, what gets me is the play already does give reasoning behind iago’s actions. like as i was reading wiki and analyses of it after i finished my first pass of it, there seems to be a lot of “discourse” around iago’s motivations and how they’re not clear… but they are? at least to me? like, he’s egotistical, and big for his britches. he’s petty and jealous and feels that he deserves things simply because he wants them. he wants the lieutenant position because he feels he’s owed it for being done the disservice of having to serve a Moor in the first place and for being a tenured soldier for so long; and whether or not cassio is competent are neither here nor there, the point is if you get passed up for a promotion at work: work harder, accept it, or just fucking quit. but iago decided to make it everyone else’s problem. it really didn’t have much to do with desdemona herself (though i could argue that he was perhaps jealous that othello had a pretty wife who actually loved him; because even though i mentioned the racist sentiments about white women and black men earlier i don’t think desdemona is a racist character in the slightest: she fell in love with othello for who he is and she is faithfully in love with him to the end. that doesn’t change the outside perspective of those who see their interracial relationship, which is very translatable into real life in how interracial relationships are viewed but that’s a whole different conversation), nor do i think did it have to do with this weird homoerotic tension people want to force into the reading.

whenever iago says that he ‘loves’ othello, people should understand that in this time period the word “love” was (1) more freely used to describe a wide variety of positive emotions (2) in this context probably meant something more akin to “loyal” that he wouldn’t betray othello or that he values him as a subordinate should (which is clearly sarcasm) and (3) be read with heavy damn sarcasm especially when iago is not talking directly to othello. he doesn’t care about othello in the slightest; and i would argue that even if iago was made lieutenant from jump he would be scheming about how to become general. we would still have a play about how iago hates and wants to “dethrone” othello. like he’s just fucking selfish in how he treats everyone throughout the play lmao. he doesn’t even describe othello in a “i hate that i yearn for you” type of way like there is Nothing that can construct this narrative to me in the text.

so like long story short (i didn’t mean to rant but yknow ya got me going) i think a homoerotic reading of iago is just kind of out there at best and just irresponsible at worst. there’s plenty of other characters you can read as gay in shakespeare’s works, even fucking desdemona and emilia in this play itself have a better gay reading than iago and othello lmao.

obviously shippers gonna ship and like do you but i just don’t see it.

[lunapwrites]

Look I'm not usually one to share things from Fox, but...

The amount of backpedaling this woman was doing to read that card in the most flattering way possible is deeply hilarious to me.

(For those who don't wish to click on a TikTok link, or who want more context for why I'm laughing so hard, I'll give you the overview below the cut.)

Anchor whose name I can't be arsed to know: Do a reading for Donald Trump! 🥰

Psychic: Just one card?

Anchor: Yep, just one.

Psychic: Hmmm, we like this one.

The card:

Psychic, suddenly acutely aware she's on the Donald Trump Fanclub Show: ... Oh. Oh my.

For context: five of cups is the grief card. The psychic did correctly state that it indicates a sense of loss, and that he's likely losing sight of the positive things around him by only focusing on the negative.

However, she's only addressing this in the past tense, rather than in aggregate - the question was too vague, so it gave her a bit of wiggle room to interpret in the safest way possible. Because it is not unfair to say that he's fixated on his 2020 loss and the slew of lawsuits and other legal challenges being thrown at his feet.

On the other hand, it can definitely spell misfortune in the future tense, as the fine folks handling the Fox chyrons certainly picked up on, as they immediately displayed "Psychic: Trump to See "Loss" in 2024."

The other thing is that the psychic didn't really address how deeply personal the 5 of Cups is. There are several cards that deal with loss and heartbreak (looking at you, Swords!) and just overall misfortune (stares in Tower), but this card speaks to a deep, lasting emotional wound, particularly one that the subject is allowing to fester. Any surrounding/additional cards would have just pointed to the place on the doll where reality hurt him (my Kingdom for Pentacles in that context lmao.)

Idk I'm just tickled pink about this TBH.

[fragilecapric0rnn]

25, 38, 46 😎 for the ask game

Ira!!!!! Anything for you my friend!!!<3

25. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

OH this is a question. I was about to say that I think most of my fics got just as much response that I expected (the niche ones are read mostly by friends and mutuals and the ones with smut break containment). And I really honestly truly feel blessed to even have friends and mutuals and ANYONE read and comment on my fics! But if we're being honest here? I do wish that Ronance Politics AU got more of response. The numbers not matching some of my other fics could be for multiple reasons. It's a WIP, it's a niche AU, its not centered around men – who knows! Love everyone who has read it and commented on it though! Kissing you all! On the mouth!!

38. Would you ever write commissions?

Maybe! I haven't really thought about it, tbh. I feel kinda iffy about making money off of fandom things, as the free-part is what keeps it legal/accessible, and blurring that line can create a slew of issues. But, if there was a way to get paid to write fic? I would do it in a heartbeat! So, not no. But also, not yes?

46. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

Character-driven for sure! How these characters engage with each other and with their environments in, around, and outside of canon is one of the driving forces in most of my fics! When I got back into writing (almost 2 years ago now FUCK), I was very into dialogue and not so much the prose, but now I think one of my favorite parts of most of my fics are the internal dialogues of the main characters.

✨Fic Writer Ask✨

[yandere-toons]

tbh that last ask .are me remembering that I may or may not have a crush on flippy. got a few headcannons for him too.

Yandere Flippy | Fliqpy (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

Warnings: Mentions of Violence & Death, Mentions of War, Toxic Mindsets.

A.N. – In exchange for that confession, I offer this as a gift.

Platonic:

Even though he completed his tours, a part of Flippy never left the battlefield. The presence of his friend provides a level of calm and comfort that, while not eliminating the threat of flipping, increases his stress tolerance and cognitive clarity. This break from paranoia is negated as soon as they leave his side, and Flippy attempts to search for them before the next trigger overtakes him.

Any threat to his friend's well-being is neutralized with the utmost haste and hostility, leading to a dangerous environment for other residents. The loss of their health, especially if severe or accompanied by loud noises, guarantees an appearance of Fliqpy. Once his friend calls for help or appears immobilized, the veteran mentally reenters the war and deems every other living being in the area a foe.

When he is not under the influence of Fliqpy, Flippy is a loyal and kind companion whose tendency to hallucinate and inflict violence is reserved for extreme circumstances. The uncontrolled aggression exhibited by his other self is traded for protective alertness towards his friend. He relies on them to initiate most outings, for his fears of an ambush have made him a bit of a recluse.

Romantic:

Fliqpy was originally an identity created to help Flippy cope with the traumas he endured in the war, serving as an ostensibly independent consciousness motivated purely by the desire to survive. He acts without restraint or fear, both of which endangered Flippy more than they assisted him in the chaotic minefield of war.

However, civilian life's demands for conformity and obedience have rendered Fliqpy a vestigial menace that outlived his purpose the day Flippy returned home. He is the part of Flippy that sees enemy troops in the faces of neighbours, hears gunfire in every pop of a balloon and bang of an engine, and thinks the sight of blood is a sign that the Tiger General is nearby and looking for a fight.

When his partner interacts with another, the slew of negative emotions that would generally follow is transferred to Fliqpy. Small tensions arise in Flippy, but the bulk of his rage is suppressed until it exceeds his vigilant mind's ability to subconsciously contain it. Blanks in memory follow an abrupt awakening to the scene of death. Flippy is haunted by a sense of helplessness that only breeds more anger, believing that the war has irretrievably stolen his peace.

The protector in him emerges if his partner is injured or finds themselves in an untenable situation. News of a robbery by Lifty and Shifty or an unwanted exchange with a town resident draws his more ferocious side to the surface, and Fliqpy is inclined to view his partner as a comrade in need of aid.

[jadespadegames]

Unpopular opinion but I don't think Chris Pratt sounds that bad as Mario? Even still, he's definitely the weakest of the main cast and also he's The Main Character so it sucks he's the most disappointing of the voices we've heard so far. Also Chris Martinet was... right there. As well as a slew of other fine voice actors.

I think what gets me personally is that if they just had to pick some major Hollywood actor to voice Mario, I really do not understand why out of all their options they picked CHRIS PRATT to voice Mario?? I actually do like Chris Pratt as an actor tbh and I think he can do great, emotional voice work like in The Lego Movie and Onward. (Especially Onward, a truly underrated film that's been slept on imo. Shit made me cry! Chris Pratt's performance made me cry!) It's true that pretty much all his characters have the same energy of "funny enthusiastic guy with emotional depths", but he does it really well and so I really don't see the hate he gets from an acting standpoint.

But the fact that this is Chris Pratt's strength is why the choice to cast him as Mario makes even less sense. Mario in the games has never been that kind of character??? Plus, Mario's voice is just way too iconic and Chris Pratt has a very distinctive voice as well. Yeah he's putting on this Brooklyn accent but it's just not something I think they needed Chris Pratt to do.

Just a rather baffling choice I think. I don't think it's worth the mockery/vitriol I've seen online but it's still just... why him.

[matrixonvhsanddvd]

4, 10, 12

4. My favorite book is a hard one, I guess I fell off from actively reading once i graduated school since I don't have access to a lot of books, plus just finding anything semi interesting is a little hard with the slew of bullshit. I think I'll answer this with a comic I read recently called "The Pervert" it's by Remy Boydell and it's probably one of the most depressing yet personal comics I've ever read, showing the life and transition of a trans sex worker. There's been few times I've cried while reading something but The Pervert evokes so much emotion from me that it's almost overwhelming to read, along side Remy Boydell's very soft artstyle, it brings forth quite the experience.

10. This is also a hard pick for me. I think it depends on how I'd be feeling in the current moment. I used to watch the sunrise a lot back in my hometown when I spent most mornings out in the woods/park picking up trash and listening to music. Seeing it always put me in a great mood, made me want to talk to people and joke around, It was a happy feeling. When it comes to stargazing, it feels quiet, like if youre doing it it's time to reflect on things, especially if you're driving far out, away from it all. I'm keen to both of these tbh, but honestly it would just depend on my mood lol.

12. Neither bitch !! I like my liquids lukewarm !!

[kae-karo]

B, K, R for the ask meme!!

ooo hello hello dear thank u so much!!

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B:  What was the first fandom you read fic in?  Which was the first you wrote fic for?

ahhh throwback lmaooo i first read and wrote fic for the phandom (dan and phil phandom lmao i know there's a few of those) this is weird to say when most people my age grew up with fandom from like ages 12-13, but i really didn't get much into fandom until i was out of college?? i did follow a few people who posted stuff about doctor who when i was like...a freshman in college or so and i'd just started watching the show, but i really didn't even know that fic was a thing at the time? which like. really that sounds so bizarre looking back lmao

but yeah! dan and phil phandom for both!

K:  Do you have a guilty pleasures in fic (reading or writing)?

slkdfjlkdsf i feel like any time i see the term 'guilty pleasures' i have to clarify that i like. don't feel guilt in any capacity for enjoying these things? it's more just like. this is stuff i probably don't mention or talk about much? of which i would say ovipos (when it's not tied to eggpreg) thank u zhongli for awakening that one lmao. and probably mermaids when i come across an intriguing fic with that as a premise? on the less spicy side, i do love a good truth serum/forced admission of feelings, esp if it's tied to enemies/rivals lmao. close contenders depending on the context are probably aphrodisiac/fuck or die/sex pollen and tentacles

R: Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?

oh wow this is a really good one sdfkjsdfjl and tbh i'd probably be very hard-pressed to take apart my writing style itself and trace it back to certain authors/writers? i cut my teeth on first person pov, which i could probably owe back to some of the books i was a big fan of (first thing that comes to mind is 'shatter me' by tahereh mafi). i think that overall the slew of ya novels i read when i was younger probably had a pretty healthy influence on my writing style? i'm super picky nowadays with the kinds of writing styles i enjoy reading (both in books and in fic) but i was definitely always drawn to books that focused more heavily on emotions and reactions and internal motivations, so ultimately i probably sought out more of that and it played into the kinds of ways i prefer to write. i'd also have to call out rose as an influence which she's hardly on tumblr nowadays so she won't see it lmao but her writing is absolutely what i'd call poetic and evocative and i think she has introduced me over time to a lot of writing styles i might otherwise not have sought out/seen. i also think often of a dan and phil fic i read many many moons ago (x) that really sticks with me and comes to mind now and again, specifically for this:

THE END.

(For you, that is. For me and Phil? This wasn’t the end, nor was it the beginning. It was just another moment, just somewhere in the middle. Just one peak of happiness in a mountain range. Just a minute of soft light and a minute of peace. Just a minute of conviviality, of just the two of us as one. Of love. This wasn’t the end of the story, and this wasn’t where happiness began. It was us. It was now.)

idk something about this like, clings to me stubbornly even years upon years after i first read it. it serves as a reminder of multiple things for me personally, including the idea that the story i'm writing isn't (and shouldn't be!) the entire story that exists out there - it's just a fragment of time that i've shed light on and shared. it's the freedom to make a story exactly what i want it to be, to tell everything i want to tell and nothing more, nothing less. to (much to my worldbuilder friend's chagrin) not worry about the structure and workings of the entire monumental universe surrounding that story, and to better know and understand when and how i want something to end

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[spideywhites]

Hey spidey

Totally waiting for an update from u

For the prompts thing please tell me about Toshiro or Kousei in regards to:

🌍, 🤝, 💍, 💀, ✨, 📚, 😍 , 😇

Any and all of them will do.

[ 🌎 ] are there any aus you have for your muse? what are they like, and how is your muse different in them?

oh, tons. i always end up making AUs for literally every OC that i make, but usually i keep that in my head. they come around because i get super attached to an OC and want to fit them in everywhere!! for Toshiro, i have the general Konoha High School AU, Mythos AU, soulmate AU, ABO AU, and alternate meeting AU.

Konoha High School AU: nurse Toshiro ! honestly... he's probably just less traumatized and more happy-go-lucky. Mythos AU I've done a little one-shot about, with dryad Toshiro. Soulmate AU is . . . interesting, because it doesn't go as you'd expect. But i'm not going to say more on that just yet, in case i actually go through with making a little mini-fic for it. ABO AU is about Alpha Kakashi and Omega Toshiro being absolutely not the norm for their dynamics, and Toshiro being a late-presenting omega who is already halfway through his reforms when it hits, causing a whole new slew of political upheaval for the initially presumed beta. (honestly, might write a little thing about this too, but i shouldn't get ahead of myself lol) as for the alternate meeting au, it's mostly where they meet early on during the third shinobi war, when they're both actively child soldiers. trauma bonding? hm.

[ 🤝 ] how does your muse approach intimacy? are they hesitant, or do they like it? what types of intimacy do they like and dislike? (ex. physical intimacy, sexual intimacy, emotional intimacy, etc.)

toshiro is . . . simultaneously direct and nervous, depending on the type. he is very warm-hearted, but lawful (in a sense) and takes great stock in morality. he's comfortable with physical intimacy with children (hugs, holding hands, general paternal care) and close friends, otherwise he's not . . . touchy? or rather just uncomfortable with prolonged touch from strangers or people he doesn't feel close to. he'll tell you directly that he's uncomfortable, and maybe even give you a lecture on good-touch bad-touch lol. sexual intimacy is exclusive to his partner. he's not one for flings, as he doesn't feel exceptionally sexual impulses towards those he's not close to. emotional intimacy has to be the most complex.... he's very open with children, showing care and love with relative ease. if he feels like he's grown close to someone, he's not afraid to open up to them. he can be nervous and procrastinate for a time, but he always ends up as the type to make the first moves. not exactly 'heart on the sleeve', but is willing to jump when he comes to the edge.

[ 💍 ] does your muse have a “type” of people that they prefer to enter relationships with? is their type generally compatible with them, or does the dynamic tend to be toxic?

toshiro will say he doesn't have a type, but he definitely does! it's not exceptionally particular, but he's certainly more attracted to people who are 1) tall, 2) the type he can sit in quiet with, 3) independent, 4) have nice arms.

in most cases, he's pretty compatible with his 'type', though the variety of personalities you can get who also possess those four qualities is pretty huge. luckily he's very straightforward and oddly centered, so he will call out toxic behavior when he sees it and is unlikely to enter a relationship with someone before analyzing every facet of them and how they would work with him.

[ 💀 ] has your muse gone through anything traumatic? if so, how has this trauma affected them?

as a child soldier, you could say he went through... a bit of trauma. he was forced through a rigorous training schedule that he barely passed, considered a statistic, and thrown onto the battlefield where at most he was expected to serve as fodder or a distraction for better nin to use to their advantage. he was the sole survivor more than once, moved around and placed on multiple teams to fill space, and made to carry the bodies of other child shinobi back. obviously this still affects him mentally, but he used a lot of the accompanying rage to put a plan in motion and twist the world into something better.

[ ✨ ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?

pale gold / rose / peach / crimson / ink & parchment / plants / the scent of rubbing alcohol / white / the sun & stars / soft kimonos / red piercings / warmth / spring / autumn

i use constant reference to these as a way to describe him and make him feel more .. . in the moment? like his presence is actually taking up space in the scene.

[ 📚 ] what books does your muse have on their bookshelf? what books would they like to have? if your muse isn’t an avid reader, is there anything they collect or might like to collect?

a few fuuinjutsu for beginners scrolls, heaps and heaps of medical texts, some cheesy romance novels, guilty pleasure enemies to lovers books. he doesn't have a lot of time to read for fun, so most of his bookshelves are stocked to the brim with reading material concerning his craft.

[ 😍 ] does your muse believe in true love? why or why not?

n ot . . . exactly. he thinks love is something you have to both feel and think about. you have to work for it, with it, and around it. he's not sure there's a true definition of true love when there are so many types, kinds, and versions that work better for different individuals. if everything with kakashi works out and they grow old together, he'd consider kakashi his true love, the love that worked out best for him. in short, he really thinks too much to believe in the unanalyzed concept, and he doesn't believe in 'love at first sight'... because that's just attraction.

[ 😇 ] what would your muse do if they became a god?

probably keep moving the same as he always does, unless he god powers give him better healing abilities. then he'd go around the countries fixing people up and trying to stop wars. essentially goes back to his original goal of ending child death in shinobi ranks. he's not fond of being a solo leader tbh.

[clairvoyantwojda]

i can’t be sure, but i think i just saw CLARA WOJDA drive onto the parkway. don’t they know we’re not supposed to be driving on that haunted road right now? maybe it has to do with the fact that they’re so +RESOLUTE and -CALCULATING that makes them feel EXCITED about everything going on. i guess we could also chalk it up to the fact that they’re always reminding me of FLICKERING CANDLES, STARLESS NIGHTS, OVERGROWN MEADOWS either way, i hope they get back safely. 

heyyy y’all! i’m cora (she/they) and i’m so excited to get started! (also hit my DMs or discord killercora#6480 for plotting...please...i beg of you)

I. BASICS. Name: Clara Margaret Wojda (she/her) Age: 25 D.O.B.: June 6th, 1995 Sexuality: Bisexual Chart: gemini sun, capricorn rising, virgo moon, taurus venus, virgo mars Occupation: Candlemaker and part-time fake psychic (come get yer palm read)

II. OVERVIEW

tw: crime(?), child neglect, drug use

Clara spent her early years learning her parents’ business - fraud. She’s quite good at it too, along with lying and stealing. Though never an academic, she has an extreme amount of emotional intelligence, which she frequently uses to her advantage. However, due to her upbringing, she has difficulties trusting anyone other than her sister, Bea. 

In her earlier years, she would often assist her parents in the management of their illegal poker games, bringing drinks to clients and slipping cards under the table. No one ever suspected the smiling blonde child. 

Though she’d become numb to her situation, she found solace in a few things. Cigarettes, reality tv, cocaine, to name a few. These are things she tends to hide, for the sake of her sister. Due to her various substance abuse issues and increasing fascination with her parents’ line of work, she graduated with a C-average and quickly decided college wasn’t for her, choosing rather to pick up a series of odd jobs while pulling her own schemes. 

At age 20, her parents, Nadja and Ivan, were arrested on charges of money laundering, fraud, and a slew of others she didn’t care to hear. All she knew was that now she and her sister were on their own. This was among the reasons she decided to follow her sister to Reed, she didn’t have anyone or anything else.

Now settled in Virginia, Clara is back to her old ways. She runs a tiny candle store out of the front of her house, specializing in odd and overly specific scents. On the side, she fools the more naive citizens of Reed by playing psychic. For $20, she’ll tell you your future via palm reading or tarot, your choice. 

III. PERSONALITY

Clara is a brilliant actress, but not on stage. While troubled and angry with the world, she keeps it covered with a facade of niceties. 

Despite that, she loves talking to people. It’s one of her few talents. 

Definitely not a sociopath, but she has little empathy for the people she doesn’t REALLY care about, which is why she’s mostly excited about the murders more than anything. She thinks it’s like living in a Netflix documentary. 

IV. CONNECTIONS

Tbh I have none in mind right now, so I’m open for anything. Maybe someone who can see through her mask? Maybe someone she’s extorted hundreds of dollars from through her scams? Toxic ex? Up to y’all!!!