#it’s not the first time we’ve seen that

[markhellyna]

the main thing that really stuck w me this episode is like. mark was just a normal dude. like we’ve spent sooo much time in the bizarro world of the severed floor and only seen snippets of the outside world, a lot of which are also strange like ricken’s social gatherings or fields and burt’s lutheran ham and cuckolding soiree, that this show so often feels detached from our reality. but this episode totally spun that on its head which just makes everything that has happened to mark and gemma since her “death” feel so much more dark and icky and twisted. like not only has lumon succeeded in making innies feel out of time/out of reality/disoriented but it also makes US feel that way by extension of being in their POV so often. like the first shot of history teacher mark was almost shocking how just. normal he looked

[thevibraniumveterans]

Bucky’s choice of clothing and outfits this movie is a bit fascinating, actually.

(I don’t know if I’ve talked about this before but whatever)

First, a little flashback to the conversation he had with Sam in TFATWS Ep5 “Truth”:

Sam: “Let me ask you. You still having those nightmares?”

Bucky: “All the time. It means I remember. It means a part of me is still there. Which means a part of the Winter Soldier’s still in me.”

(Note, this is despite his mandated “I’m no longer the Winter Soldier” bit and his reluctantly-adopted moniker of White Wolf (that nobody outside of Sam and Wakanda knows), but this isn’t about that)

Flash forward to the Thunderbolts* trailers and promotional posters, we see that Bucky is in black-colored civilian clothing for most of the time.

In some shots we see him in a jacket. He accessorizes with a back/shoulder holster. I have no clue where he got that one from, we’ve never seen him with one of those before. There is a weapon, likely a big gun, in said holster.

In other shots he’s in a simple short sleeved t-shirt. This is actually pretty good of a development because he started wearing t-shirts (without the long sleeve shirt on the inside) in TFATWS, which means he doesn’t carry a super heavy burden with him anymore. Sure, it’s a black t-shirt, also likely the same if not a similar one he wore in TFATWS (Ep4, I think?). It’s kind of telling that he’s got full control over every action he takes but yet he still has a dark past that he can’t escape from.

Gloves. It’s not unusual for Bucky to be wearing gloves, it’s just that this is kind of the first time we see this specific combo of short sleeves and gloves. Kinda neat.

His utility belt. It is EXACTLY the same one he wore during his Winter Soldier days. Attached to said belt are some canisters, a pouch or two, and a thigh holster for his right leg. The fact that he pairs this utility belt with his casual civilian outfit — making him stand out against his fellow costumed antiheroes — suggests that it is, as Sebastian Stan said some time ago, “about acceptance and owning up to your actions, which is something my character has been dealing with for years.” It suggests that he, by that point, is leaning significantly in the direction of reconciling and accepting that not only is he James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, part of who he used to be, it is also true that “a part of the Winter Soldier’s still” in him. That even though he’s fully rehabbed and turning over all sorts of new leaves (running for Congress and winning? That’s new!), he still retains a very particular skill set and a history that he can’t never run away from. So if he can’t run, why run any longer?

He can be both Bucky (in person and mindset) and the Winter Soldier (in skill and ability, but in clarity and full control of himself), and the possibility exists that he may fully take on the moniker White Wolf, after he has 100% accepted that he is a sum of who he once was before the war, what he was made to be for decades, who he became after that, and who he can start being.

SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES THUNDERBOLTS*

[frarxvr]

The Internet Never Forgets – A Charles Leclerc

Charles should have known better.

He had spent years in the spotlight, years learning how to keep things private, years mastering the art of saying everything and nothing at the same time.

But apparently, he wasn’t as good at it as he thought.

Because the internet? The internet never forgets.

The Soft Launch That Wasn’t So Soft

It started innocently enough—a summer getaway with his closest friends. No sponsors, no media obligations, just a few days of relaxation before the chaos of the next Grand Prix.

Charles had planned it well. He knew how fast rumors could start, so he made sure there were no obvious clues. No couple pictures, no secret hand-holding in the background, nothing suspicious.

But his friends? They didn’t get the memo.

The first picture that set things off was from Andrea’s Instagram story. A casual group dinner. Charles was laughing, a glass of wine in hand. But right next to him, slightly out of focus, was a girl.

Always next to him.

Then Joris posted a story from the yacht. Another group shot. Charles in swim trunks, laughing at something—and the same girl was next to him again.

Fans noticed immediately.

"Who is this girl always next to Charles???"

"Wait… is this a soft launch???"

"I love how all his friends are posting, but no one is tagging her. They know what they’re doing."

Within hours, Twitter and TikTok were in full detective mode. People started piecing together details—matching outfits, analyzing reflections, even zooming in on sunglasses to see if her face was visible.

And then someone remembered.

"WAIT. I swear I’ve seen her before???"

Charles had posted a Monaco vlog last year. Just a normal behind-the-scenes video—his morning gym routine, grabbing coffee, a day at the Ferrari garage, then a boat day with friends.

No big deal.

Except… she was in it.

Not just in the background, not just a random guest—she was talking to Charlotte.

"GUYS. SHE WAS IN HIS MONACO VLOG LAST YEAR."

"Not us thinking she’s new when she’s been around THIS WHOLE TIME."

Clips resurfaced. Slow-motion zoom-ins. Frame-by-frame analysis.

Someone even found an old Instagram story from Charlotte, a blurry picture of a group at a restaurant—where Y/N was right next to Charles.

The internet went feral.

"How did we MISS THIS???"

"She was literally there all along."

"Not the world discovering a relationship through detective work."

Charles was lying on the yacht, scrolling through his phone, when he saw the chaos unfold. His group chat with his team was full of links. His notifications were insane.

He groaned, rubbing his face. "Merde."

Y/N, lounging beside him, looked up from her book. "What now?"

He passed her the phone. "We’ve been caught."

She took one glance and burst out laughing. "Oh my god, they really found the Monaco video?"

He groaned again. "They found everything."

Y/N smirked, scrolling through the TikToks. "Honestly? I respect it."

Charles shook his head. "I thought we were being careful."

She raised an eyebrow, turning to him with a knowing look. "Babe, you literally make this easy for them."

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

She flipped the phone to show him all the pictures from their friends’ stories. "Every time there’s a group picture, you make sure I’m next to you. Every. Single. Time."

Charles let out a dramatic sigh. "So what? I like having you near me."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "And that’s exactly why they figured it out."

He smirked, leaning in closer. "Well, maybe I wanted them to know."

She gasped, swatting his arm. "Charles!"

He just laughed, pulling her against him. "Let them talk, mon amour. The secret’s out now."

.

[tiredmamaissy]

Sung Jinwoo forcing me to take all his cock? Yes, just yes.

MDNI! 🔞 warnings: nsfw, smut, jinwoo being a bully bc it’s been so long since he’s been inside, first persons pov

“Don’t push me away.”

Jinwoo’s gruff voice thrums in my ear. I push harder against his abs, I can’t take anymore of him inside me.

“Can’t.” I gasp, and I feel my eyes prick with heated tears. “B-Been too long, Jin.”

It’s only been a month since we’ve seen each other, work has him gone for long periods. But this feels like the time he took my virginity all over again.

“You can take it, baby.”

Eyes of greed pierce into me as he towers over me, completely boxing me in with his thick arms. I have nowhere to run. My legs fight to close and my thighs shake when he wrenches them apart. I whimper and look down at his cock buried inside me. Fuck, I feel so full. How is he only half way inside me? I start shaking my head when I feel him push into me, and my hand turns into a fist against his tough exterior.

“You’re going to take it, sweetheart.” His hand raises and his two fingers pinch my chin, tilting my head upwards so our eyes meet. His eyes glow a vibrant teal and I find it hard to hold his gaze. It’s too intimidating. “And I want to see your face when you do.”

Oh…god. My nipples tingle and harden into peaks on my chest and I feel him put his weight on me. Oh god. Oh god. I fight the urge to glance down but I can’t help it. I look down to see his cock bullying its way even deeper inside my pussy and I squeal and squirm. His grip tightens on my jaw and tilts my head back up.

“Look at me.”

Whatever light was in his eyes is long gone now, replaced by a darkness I’ve never seen before. My clit swells and pops out of its hood, throbbing and pulsing with need. Oh god, it’s sinking even deeper now. The urge to look again rides me, but I force myself to stare into this new abyss of darkness.

“That’s it. Eyes on me, sweetheart. Don’t look away.”

I let out a lengthy whine and my nose burns when my tears overflow onto my cheeks. Jinwoo smirks, using his strength to shove his pelvis closer to mine. He’s enjoying this, watching intently as my face screws and my eyes weep. I jolt back when I feel him press into my cervix, and my hand reflexively pushes even harder against him.

“Jin…Jinwoo.” My voice trembles and my brows furrow into a kiss. “Wait, wait.”

“Good girl, good girl.” He whispers quickly. His jaw tightens as he pushes against the newfound resistance, and he stares deeply into my eyes as he does it.

Then I feel it. I feel his heavy, swollen balls press into me, and his pelvis grinds against my clit. His top lip twitches and his gaze flicks down.

“Oh, fuck.” He growls, breathless. “See that?” His hand guides my face down, making me look at how my pussy has taken every single inch of him. “Look at that, baby. Beautiful.” He lets go of my jaw and places his palm against the little bulge just under my navel. “I’m all the way up here.”

I look in awe, there’s so much pressure that it feels like I could burst. I’ve never taken him this deep before. I can actually see him inside me. Oh god. I look back up at him, frantic. He grins and settles himself under me, throwing my legs around his waist.

“It’s okay, darling. You’re okay.” He huffs as he leans back, blatantly admiring the bulge he’s made. “You can take it.”

[zeroseuniverse]

Oh my gosh I need to know how their Wooyoung's date goes please 🙏🏻 💕

You Are The Only Exception

Word Count: 832 Summary: "You brought me to a café?" you mused as you slid into your seat. "I was expecting something more… chaotic." Pairing: Wooyoung X Reader

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Wooyoung showed up at your door looking… different. Not drastically so—he was still Wooyoung, still had that effortless charm—but something about him felt quieter. Like, for once, he wasn’t trying to fill the air with noise.

"You clean up nice," you teased, eyeing the way he’d traded his usual playful wardrobe for something a little neater—still casual, but with an intentionality you hadn’t seen before.

"Had to step up my game," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "Didn’t want to mess this up."

That caught you off guard. Wooyoung never seemed nervous. Yet here he was, shifting his weight slightly, watching you like your reaction actually mattered.

You softened. "So, what’s the plan?"

He perked up at that. "Come find out."

The two of you ended up at a quiet little café, tucked away from the usual crowds. It was cozy, the kind of place that felt untouched by time, with warm lighting and soft music playing in the background.

"You brought me to a café?" you mused as you slid into your seat. "I was expecting something more… chaotic."

Wooyoung chuckled. "I thought about it. But I wanted to actually talk to you—without distractions, without me being, y'know, me all the time."

You tilted your head. "And who are you being right now?"

His gaze flickered to yours, steady in a way that made your heart stutter. "Just… someone who really likes you."

You weren’t sure how to respond to that.

For once, there were no jokes, no over-the-top gestures. Just Wooyoung, looking at you like he meant every word.

The conversation came easily after that. He asked about your favorite books, your childhood memories, the little things that most people never thought to ask. And he listened—really listened. No interruptions, no teasing, just quiet attention.

At some point, you realized how natural it felt. How easy it was to just be with him.

"You’re not what I expected," you admitted, stirring your drink.

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"I mean, I knew you were obnoxious," you teased, earning an exaggerated gasp. "But I didn’t expect you to be… this thoughtful."

He smiled, something small and genuine. "I meant what I said. I never wanted this to be a game."

You let that settle between you, warm and certain.

And for the first time, you let yourself believe it.

The café had long since emptied of its earlier rush, leaving behind only the quiet hum of conversation from a few late-night customers. Your drinks sat half-finished between you, but neither of you made a move to leave.

You weren’t ready for this night to end.

Wooyoung leaned back in his seat, fingers tapping lightly against his cup. He had relaxed sometime during the night, the nervous edge from earlier melting into something softer, more open. His usual playful grin was still there, but it was gentler now—not a mask, just him.

"You know," he started, tilting his head, "I think this is the longest we’ve ever talked without you threatening me."

You laughed. "Don’t get used to it."

His eyes twinkled with amusement. "Too late. I like this side of you."

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. "You act like I’m some cold-hearted villain."

"Never said that," he countered smoothly. "But you do have walls."

Your fingers tightened slightly around your cup. "And you don’t?"

Wooyoung exhaled a soft laugh, nodding as he conceded the point. "Fair enough." He traced the rim of his cup with his fingertip, suddenly thoughtful. "I think people assume I don’t take things seriously because I joke around so much."

You stayed quiet, sensing there was more he wanted to say.

"But I do," he murmured. "Especially when it comes to the people that matter."

Your heart did something complicated in your chest.

"Wooyoung…"

His eyes lifted to yours, warm and steady. "I don’t want to rush you," he said quietly. "I know I’ve spent so much time pretending none of this mattered, but it does. You do. And if you need time to figure out how you feel about that, I’ll wait."

You weren’t sure when it had happened—when the flirt who drove you insane became the person sitting across from you, saying things that made your breath catch.

Maybe it had always been there, underneath the teasing and the quips. Maybe you had just refused to see it.

The weight of his words settled between you, steady and patient.

"I don’t think I need time," you admitted, voice quieter now. "I think I just needed to hear you say it."

His lips parted slightly, as if surprised by your honesty. But then, slowly, that warm, genuine smile spread across his face—the one he didn’t show just anyone.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Wooyoung reached across the table, fingers brushing tentatively against yours. It wasn’t a grand gesture, nothing dramatic. Just warmth, a quiet promise between you.

And for the first time, you let yourself hold on.

[kachikachiwho]

okay i’m coming back to this and like feel free to ignore me because this is all hype and fan theories talking.

so first let’s touch the fan theory that we’re in another world/tv show. the infamous trapped in a movie/show theory that somehow a lot of shit i know can probably be broken down to sometime. and like it would make sense. we’ve seen the doctor, companions, and CYBERMAN cross between the barriers of the worlds. we definitely know it’s not impossible.

secondly in the end of the most recent audiodrama seasons for Torchwood, Pete’s World Yvonne laments on how she saved the world “by turning humanity against itself” and “what would the doctor think of that” and like that brings up the very good point of,,,

in the audios, hell even after series two for Torchwood, we barely see the Doctor like ever. barely even hear of him, even though especially in Torchwood, catching the Doctor was their first priority (granted they’re also the most unsecret secret organisation so like they’re priorities are definitely elsewhere, just not *gestures vaguely to area in front of me* here). The Doctor never experiences the return of the 456 on earth (tho the Doctor also wasnt there the first time so maybe the TARDIS jst missed that one) nor does he seem to have a recollection of the Miracle.

maybe jst maybe RTD is waiting to reveal that we wound up in a another universe a long time ago and that someone like Gwen or Pete’s Yvonne saves them and throw companion because to me that would just be chefs kiss.

okay yea theory over thank you so much for listening. feel free to msg thoughts or critiques i really need ppl to talk abt this to.

looks like the now-infamous Stuck Inside A TV Show theory is back on the menu, boys

[starlightshadowsworld]

No because had I gone into Bungou Stray Dogs knowing a member of the Port Mafia was in the Agency.

I would’ve assumed it was Kunikida.

First chapter Atsushi tries to run off when the tigers mentioned. To which Kunikida pins him down with his hands behind his back.

And says you can pay for this meal with your arm.

Dazai had to calm him down. Telling him that hey the President said no injuring anyone during these interrogations.

As if he was Kunikida’s handler.

His backstory is so deliberately vague and seemingly too perfect. It’s just enough to defuse suspicion but we know nothing else about him.

And I can see a world where Dazai makes himself the mystery guy to make himself the focus in this situation.

Katai, his best friend is a hacker.

He has a lot of knowledge and experience with using firearms and explosives.

Akutugawa respects him.

The Agency all fought the Black Lizard but Kunikida was the main person fighting Hirotsu. You know the leader of the highest ranked team in the Port Mafia.

The entire Azure Messenger arc being like hey Kunikida has the potential to be the great threat we’ve ever faced.

He’s broken the law several times without issue.

And Jouno, a former criminal executive finds a kindred spirit in him.

Like the pieces are all there I would’ve believed it. If anything I could’ve seen Dazai as the former teacher from how he spoke to Atsushi to begin with.

I dunno how to explain it but it’s giving Korosensei from Assassination classroom.

So yeah as far as the beginning goes if I went in not knowing anything but hey this reformed bad guy in the Agency.

My money would’ve been on this delinquent right here.

[strawberrystepmom]

royalty au - knight!dante x princess!reader. nsfw. cw: age gap, both reader and dante are consuming alcohol. established relationship, talk of masturbation with explicit details. screenshot thanks to jas over on pinterest <3 | wc: 1.7k, reading time: ~9 minutes

“Tell me about the first time you ever stroked your cock to the thought of me, Ser Dante.”

There is no mistaking it, you are making a command and not making a request.

The man who stands between you and the rest of the world raises his eyebrows in surprise while shutting the door to your room behind him, mouth hanging half open. It’s a wonder he’s still shocked by the impish streak you keep hidden so well when in polite company. Does your father know you speak like this? Tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip while you tilt your head backward to appraise your protector from the side of your vision?

“Shall I repeat myself?” You ask, goblet brimming with what has to be wine given the rosy tint on your lips he can only faintly make out while closing the distance in your room. 

Large footsteps across the floor cause the heat in your face to flare, knowing how close you’ll be in just a moment's time.

“Could you at least say hello first? We’ve barely seen each other all day.”

Of course you could but abuse the power you wield over this man who is not only older than you but wiser is only half the fun, right? 

Giggling, you rise to your knees and turn to lean forwards over the back of the chaise in the corner of your quarters. The knight approaches you, out of his armor and in just a shirt and leather pants, arms folded over his chest and stands a head above you.

“Ah yes, where are my manners…”  Sipping your wine to clear your throat, you look up at him through your lashes. “Hello Ser Dante, the Devil of the Killing Fields. When was the first time you ever stroked yourself thinking of me?”

Despite himself, he chuckles and cups your cheek. Instinctively, he presses his thumb just beneath your lip but the touch only lasts the faintest moment while he appraises the situation. The wine carafe on your side table isn’t completely empty yet meaning you were planning on sharing but you’ve clearly already had your part of that share.

“You’re drunk.”

You pout in response, leaning into his touch. 

“No, I’m curious.”

Dropping his hand from your cheek, he lets his arms dangle at his sides while slowly rounding the chaise and joining you on it. You scoot across the furniture on your knees, deciding at the last minute not to crawl into his lap but to simply press your knees into the side of his thigh and sit beside him. 

“What piqued your curiosity during our time apart, hm?”

A silly half smile forms on your face and he smiles in like, reaching for where you always keep the wine without having to look. There’s no second vessel to drink from, no need, as Dante pours the carafe directly into his mouth. You reach to wipe a dribble of the dark liquid from the corner of his lip, drying the digit off on your skirt and looking up at him while feigning shyness.

“Well, oftentimes I find myself thinking of you in my private moments so I assumed you may have thought about me during yours in return.”

He knows you’re playing him. There’s nothing genuinely bashful about you or this admission yet he indulges just the same, big hand falling onto your thigh and squeezing it gently. “It’s awfully rude to assume something like that of a man as gallant as I am, your grace.”

Now you lean forward, pressing your face against his shoulder. That same old instinct to touch you kicks in and your protector wraps his arm around your back, pulling you against him so that the curve of your waist rests against the curve of your bicep. Blinking slowly, almost akin to that of that horrible pet cat of yours that you insist will start to like him someday, you wordlessly sip.

“Do you really want to know?”

Another blink, wordless. You nod and gaze up at him expectantly with your tipsy smile and your messy hair and that red stain across your mouth…

What kind of monster could ever deny you a thing?

“Do you remember that morning I brought you breakfast in place of Madeline?”

Furrowing your brows and pursing your lips, you ponder in an attempt to recall the exact date. It’s not uncommon that he brings you breakfast in place of your head maid, he’s perhaps a little too eager to be the first person you see before the sun has risen but you appear to recall the exact event he’s mentioning. Your face falls in real time, posture slowly folding you in on yourself.

Dante chuckles. You forget sly old dogs know how to play games too. 

“I was bringing you berries, as requested, and imagine my surprise upon flinging the door open to watch you wrestling with your bedsheets in an attempt to make yourself decent.” The moment vividly plays inside of your head now. Intense heat in your cheeks encourages you to look away from him, instead focusing on downing the dregs of your wine.  “But I knew, the second I caught a look at your face.” 

Reaching to lift your chin, he tilts your head up and your eyes meet his azure ones automatically. He takes another sip directly from the carafe in his fist, gaze never straying. Your eyes follow his throat when he swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing enticingly. He smirks.

“Your lips were just as they are now, pink and swollen. As though you’d been gnawing at them to keep yourself quiet.”

That thumb holding your chin in place makes its way to your lower lip, pressing against the fullness. He has seen you with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth on more occasions than he can count at this point, a cherished sight when paired with wide eyes that are nearly rolling back into your head.

Ah, what was he talking about again? Oh yeah.

“Your shift was off of your shoulders, so low I could nearly see your nipples. Hair? Tousled like that of a maiden who had a very interesting night although I knew you didn’t.”

Each breath you take feels heavy listening to him retell one of the most embarrassing days of your existence in such a manner - through his eyes. You are no stranger to erotic words in this familiar voice, often demanding that he read salacious novels to you simply to get under his skin, but this is different. 

He’s talking about you, the woman. Not you, bearer of future crown shaped burden. That warmth in your face travels through your body. It could be blamed on the wine yet you know better, the heat between your legs simmering warmly is all thanks to the man next to you and his coy mouth and gaze.

“Say, your highness, what were you doing before I walked in here?”

You look away, clearly embarrassed.

“Not whatever it is you’re thinking, I assure you.”

This answer is a bit too succinct. Dante simply chuckles, hauling you into his lap and pressing a steadying hand against your lower back while you situate yourself to straddle him. Now that you’re in place, he continues his story. 

His forehead falls against yours. “But what gave you away most of all was the scent of you.”

If the floor were to open up and swallow you beneath it right now, you don’t think you’d complain. The aching heat between your legs grows but the inferno beneath your cheeks, warming your entire face, is the more terrifying one. 

“Like the scent of a field of flowers on a breezy day, all I could smell was your cunt on your delicate little fingers.”

He reaches for your hand and presses it against his mouth, pressing shallow kisses across the digits. Before you can protest, he drags your fingers from his mouth to right beneath his nose and inhales sharply. Keen blue eyes stay locked on yours.

Looks like the lady has been caught.

Despite your embarrassment, you try to play it off by leaning in and pressing your chest against his. His hand that remains on the small of your back slides lower, toward the curve of your ass, and gently pats it. 

He won’t chide you yet, he has a story you’re clearly interested in hearing him finish first.

“That scent and your face were all I could think about for the rest of that day,” he kisses your fingers again, your pupils dilating. “The way you’d look if you were to graciously allow me to watch you testing how many of your own little fingers you could take inside of you.”

It takes two of yours to mimic the thickness of his index finger, he now knows. In all the time that has passed since that day, the one where he realized you were a woman and not nearly a glass case kept object, he’s learned just how you like to be touched and spoken to. Your blood runs hot and feverish still today, in front of him, where your warm core sits just above the forming bulge in his pants.

“That day no one could find me for an hour because I was tucked in the guardhall with my aching cock in hand envisioning you touching me instead.”

A choked pant escapes you, your dry throat mangling the noise that sounds somewhere between a whimper and a cough. Dante’s hand slides up your back and splays in the middle of it, pressing you against him while he finally collects you with a kiss. Wine steeped lips mingle, tongues dancing and separating in the same steps they’ve both taken dozens of times before. You breathe heavily against his mouth, reaching for your skirts to hike them up and over your legs.

“Ah ah, not so fast, my heart.” He tuts, holding your hands down with one of his. You squirm impatiently and he holds you in place, lifting one of your hands to his mouth yet again. “It’s your turn to tell me a tale.”

Now you whine, still squirming. Dante flexes his thigh beneath you out of pity. The firmness barely offers relief to sweet agony that only grows when he opens his mouth and pops one of your fingers inside, humming to himself while savoring the taste of lust remaining across your fingers. 

Removing your finger, he grins.

“Go on, no need to be shy. What were you doing before your brave knight so rudely interrupted you?”

[honeyhour]

“you haven’t seen me skate yet so for all you know, i could be a really shitty one, but i get your point. to be fair to them, they were supportive of me at first the way parents should be, but the novelty of it all wore off pretty fast. they don’t want to sit in a freezing cold ice rink watching me spin around anymore. plus, the expense has never helped... it’s no wonder i can’t afford to move out yet.” she’s been trying her very best to make it happen, but it’s looking like it’ll take another while before she’s able to follow through. frankly, that day can’t come soon enough. “that’s… a really great question that i don’t actually have an answer to.” all este can do is shrug as she starts to wander the aisles for something that looks appealing. “it’s not like i’m some kind of threat to her, or at least i don’t think i am. our line of work is completely different, we’ve never been into the same guy, we don’t have the same friends… the only time she’d have to share the spotlight a little is at home, but i guess she enjoys the attention too much. i’ve given up trying to change things.” grabbing two bags of m&ms from the shelf, she holds them up for him to survey. “what do you think? peanut butter or regular?”

"well, i'm glad they were late. i... wouldn't be out here having a good time with you otherwise." jesper can't pretend to ignore the obvious, that the hypothetical would've likely come true and he would've been given no opportunity to really get este's buy-in on his seat at the dinner table, but things didn't turn out that way and so he tries to spin the positive on what did. "i mean... kind of obvious when there was already an existing athlete at the table. that shouldn't have even been the highlight of the evening. contrary to popular belief, there's more to me than just my sport," he muses matter-of-factly, though the simper on his face remains awfully light. if anything, they should have praised her and her accomplishments prior to his attendance, his existence in their world. he can almost guarantee that everything he said that night, este's already done the equivalent in her sport. "great work on the cora voice though. if the only fans thing doesn't work out, you can try impressions as a career," he snickers, opening the door for to mosey on in. "i have to ask though — i know why you aren't really a fan of your sister. why does she bother to do that to you? if she's got 'everything'. get whatever you want, by the way. it's on me."

[artsninspo]

COUNTERFEIT - four

⇽ part three

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

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🍒 pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Faith (Original Character) All my characters are black women.

🍒 word count: ~1.8K

🍒 summary: Faith continues working at the bar with Diego, run-ins with Rio continue. Jason reveals the repercussions for his actions and Char reveals unsurprising feelings. Tensions rise at the end of the night when Rio reveals his disposition and intentions.

four - playing games

I’ve been making so much money over the past month. So much so that I can use tips to pay rent and still have cash leftover. Diego calls me in whenever Rio is out of town and it’s like old times - just us horsing around and having fun while getting shit done. He’s the reason I’m here we’re out of our fruit supply so i’m here to top up. You'd be surprised by how much  guys at the bar love themselves some lime wedges on their drinks and orange rinds in their old fashioneds. I’m in the grocery pick up line and I see Jason. He looks startled before he glares looking straight ahead.

 I’m fine if he is. 

Mom has finally accepted we’re over and Char is starting to as well. I use my phone to check out and then we’re standing next to each other, Jason and I.

“So you go from grabbing me to ignoring me?” I ask and his eyes shift to me before he turns. “Okay..” I trail not used to this level of weird behaviour.

“Guys we’re waiting outside of my house telling me about all I’d have to lose if it got out I was inappropriate with my ex. And to never speak to you again” he says.

“What guys?!” I ask.

“Big ones” he says and I remember the security took a picture of his license. 

Rio.

“You were pretty inappropriate” I admit and he swallows. “And you weren’t even willing to fight some big guys for me so I couldn’t have meant as much as you thought I did” I add getting my groceries.

“Faith” he calls.

“Listen to the big ones” I cut him off before loading up my car and leaving him where he stands.

…

D and I set up the bar for tonight.  There are cases of liquor to unload because we’re a dynamic duo and nothing lasts on the shelves. I ran through the supply by using the divisiveness of sports to my advantage. D and I became representatives of each team. For the love of pride and bragging rights we made the competition a variety of drinking games - we burned right through the reserves. The bar has been filling up so much D’s had to send people away and get security. I’m doing really well financially on my own for the first time in my life. It makes me feel closer to my father and uncle.  They lived and breathed their work and I feel similar about helping Diego with his bar and now having big cash deposits to show for it. Once we’re done with the set up I head to lunch to meet Char.

“You’re late” she notifies me.

“As usual” I remind her with a smile and she rolls her eyes.

“You missed dads party” she says, talking about our step father. 

“He’s not my dad. Ours is dead.” I remind her.

“Merrick has been our dad since we were 12” she says and I smile to keep myself from arguing with her.

“I’m gonna need a strong drink tonight” I mutter looking at the menu and she huffs.

“He put you through college” She starts, reminding me of Merrick’s good deeds.

“He’s not my dad and I don’t like politicians” I counter in defiance.

“You need to grow up,” she mutters.

“You need to stop thinking money is everything” I tell her. Her expression softens and she looks away being flirty. I frown, turn and see Rio. I can't hold my smile back as he smirks, nodding in my direction. 

“You’re a mess!”  I chide her.

“He’s handsome and understands classic style” she comments after having only seen him twice. I look at him over again before smiling amused at her. She really must be Merrick’s daughter because if she remembered anything about our father then she’d know Rio’s code isn’t the law. “He has good taste, both places we’ve seen him in have been upscale.” She adds, sounding like mom.

“So you think he’s a gentleman?” I ask.

“You say that like he isn’t” she raises a brow. I haven't told anyone about my run in with Jason and his allegations. Rio is the top culprit.

“I don’t know him. I’ve only seen him around a few times” I shrug, not wanting to overshare.

Char looks surprised. “Lately?”

“No” I admit.

“How do I look?” She whispers adjusting her tits in her shirt. I laugh

“Respectable” I remark just as I’m brought my favorite drink with extra cherries.

“Thank you,” I tell the server.

“What would you like? On the house?”  The server smiles asking Char.

“Chardonnay,” she says, trying to sound classy.

“Chardonnay because my name is Char” I mock when the server leaves and she flips me off.

“How does he remember Your favorite drink if you’ve met him twice?” she inquires.

“He’s attentive,” I shrug. “Also how hard is it to remember tequila soaked cherries. It's harder to remember Chardonnay” I joke and she looks puzzled.

“Shit” she panics and I laugh at her nativité.

“What does he do?” She asks.

“I’ve never asked” I tell her truthfully.

“You’ve never asked, he’s both of our type physically.” Char says growing suspicious of me.

“I never asked because occupation doesn’t impress me” I tell her and Rio comes over with her drink and a smile.

“Anything you want is on the house” he repeats.

“My sister Char” I introduce.

“Rio, nice to meet you.” he smiles and she shakes his hand with a sparkle in her eye. She totally buys the nice guy act which amuses me. Our introduction was much more … tense.

“So Rio, what do you do?” Char asks and I smile embarrassed at her lack of game.

“I work in entertainment, run a few bars and clubs, you know” he says.

“Well that’s great, I work in PR. In case you ever need anything” she smiles.

“Chars the best” I add as a wingwoman. Rio looks me over before smiling.

“Are you working with Diego tonight?” He asks.

“They don’t work together” Char interjects. “Faith is in interior design.” 

“I know she’s been working with Diego on the Bar’s design.” Rio says recovering from his fumble and perceptively fixing it with a believable lie to maintain my secret. “Who’s older?” Rio asks, changing the subject while looking between us.

“Char by eleven months” I respond assisting in the deception. No wonder he juggles two women and doesn't seem stressed.

“Well you’re welcome here anytime, beautiful women are good for business” he flirts making my sister blush as he leaves our table.

“Play a little hard to get” I whisper once he’s gone.

“He’s charming,” she swoons.

“He’s trouble” I tell her. “Probably fantasizing about having both of us at the same time” I tell her and she blanches.

“You’re sick!” She frowns, sounding like mom.

“Earth to Char” I roll my eyes. “He walks around buying drinks and giving away complimentary meals. We aren’t special and gorgeous women are everywhere. Believe me when I tell you he’s out here living great” I tell her and she fans me off.

…

Bars closing in five and Diego and I are doing a tiebreaker. The guys don’t know that our shots are water unlike theirs. Diego lets me win and my side roars. I jump around clumsily pretending to be more sloshed than I am and collect tips as the guys file out. Security turns off the open sign and starts closing the blinds.. Rio walks in from the back and pours from my bottle. He smells the liquid and smiles.

“Water” he says and I nod.

“Diego said it would be dangerous if we were too drunk,” I explain.

“Diego has some business to take care of, so I’ll drop you home” he says and I turn to D.

“D?” I ask to confirm.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, thanks Faith” he smiles, handing me my tips. 

“Okay” I nod, turning to look at Rio. I follow him out to his car. It’s a Benz truck and I’m surprised when he gets my door. I hop in and wait for him to start it up before setting the GPS.

“Why didn’t you tell your sister you work here?” He pries.

“Then she’ll tell my mom and my mom will ask why she paid for college for me to serve drinks” I tell him honestly.

“But your sister’s into me,” he smiles.

“Yeah, but you’d hurt her, and I’m crazy. If Diego tip-toes around you it’ll end badly for all of us if you make my sister cry.” I warn.

“Well then we should be alright” he mutters.

“Don’t lie and promise you won’t hurt her feelings” I tell him and he chuckles.

“Do you one better, she’s not the sister I’m into” he smirks.

“Lucky me” I smile.

“At least you’re smiling” he says while driving.

“That was smooth, the kind of thing I’d say” I admit and now he smiles.

“That’s how you got ole boy who was tweaking at the club?” Rio asks keeping his eyes on the road.

“You scared him by the way” I told him.

“If he isn’t willing to fight or take a couple hits for his girl you’re better without him” Rio says and it’s funny we’re on the same page.

“He’s a lover not a fighter, good man” I add.

“Good men don’t grab women when they’re trying to get away,” he says and I scoff. “And women don’t try to get away from me” he says before I can comment.

“I’ll hold you to it,” I respond.

“Never said I was a good man” he rasps, his honesty is refreshing. He is who he is and isn't running from it.

“Why were you such a jerk that first night?” I ask.

“I’m not good with strangers,” he admits.

“First lie” I comment and he looks surprised for a moment before looking amused.

“I don’t trust people I don’t know or like them.” he elaborates.

“Truth” I accept.

“So, how do I get to spend more time with you?”

“You don’t. My moms married to Merrick Chase” I tell him and I know the mayor's name rings bells. “He tries to play pops and digs into anyone Char or I see’s. I have reason to believe your personal life won’t pass the test.”

“Well, what’s another secret? I’m not asking you to go steady” he says and my brain must be broken because it is exciting and not off putting.

“You're bad news” I smile looking at him.

“And a good time while it lasts” He adds.

“So stop flirting and accept friendship. That’s how we spend time together "I tell him.

“I don’t need to flirt and I can still make you come before the year is over” he smiles and I do too.

“Keep dreaming” He stops at my place putting the car in park and hands me my bag of tips and some cherries. Somehow the gesture is sexual and when he smirks I know he feels it too.

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[collectoroflovelythings]

Hi! I haven’t seen enough posts being critical of this moment and I want to combat that

Yes it’s good that he didn’t assault her but consider why we were shown him contemplating it in the first place

Most of the times we’ve been shown Denji being tempted with sex it’s been with women who were already coming onto him

And even when he’s attracted to a woman hd didn’t attempt any advances

But in this moment he knows it’s wrong yet still he considers so let’s consider his behavior as of late

Now Yoru is abusive and Denji is not at fault for being hurt by her nor should it be expected of him to, when he’s still in the middle of his trauma, to resist or back off against her. Yoru also presented her situation with Asa as if they were merely two sides of the same coin, not that of one person holding another hostage So when he accepts sexual advances from Yoru he doesn’t realize Asa isn’t consenting too

However! Denji was told Asa is on the verge of breaking down and yet he asked no for no follow up Denji has not once asked about how Asa feels or if she’s into these sexual scenarios as well Denji isn’t malicious he’s at worst negligent but he’s encouraged Yoru’s sexual advances which lead to further assaults onto Asa

Denji’s hypersexuality has gone beyond the point of just hurting himself even if he’s not intending that This moment was disrespectful to Nayuta and honestly Asa as well Denji

Denji is cheerfully shooting buildings with Yoru being told that the destruction is drawing Asa close to a breakdown And yes he may have forgotten or not fully understood but that’s further evidence of his negligent and narrow minded thinking

I don’t mean to call Denji evil or say he needs to be punished he’s traumatized and has been continuously dehumanized but his trauma response is leading him to dehumanize others So Im not saying don’t focus on the fact that he didn’t touch her Im saying consider his wider arc and why he was shown contemplating that in the first place And if Asa is upset with Denji at all she’s well within her right to be

[agentlizardofowca]

Bubbles!

Human Perry and Heinz watching their favourite star trek/star wars show! Perhaps split into three sections: 1) Heinz and Perry watching it together, 2) Perry with Heinz watching it with Phineas and Ferb, 3) Perry and Heinz trying to get Vanessa to join in on their mutual love for this franchise.

(Hope this wasn't too much to ask. My ao3 if you require it for anything: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SD2006)

@adhd-riddled-crow Thanks for the ask! I made it just one drabble and I chose to use Space Adventure instead of irl IP's. Established relationship Perryshmirtz, Human Perry, fluff! An Introduction to Space Adventure! (1975)

Heinz and Vanessa were supposed to go home after they had dinner with the Flynn-Fletcher family. Instead, Candace and Vanessa disappeared to the top floor to go see her Ducky Momo collection. Perry was sort-of thinking about how to extract the gothy girl, so that they could get home, but then Lawrence asked Heinz about Drusselsteinian clock-making and Perry realized they would not be making it back to Heinz’s apartment anytime soon. He didn’t mind. Not at all. He listened to his brother and his boyfriend happily yap for a solid twenty minutes before he realized he was falling asleep. So, he yawned, stretched, and moved to the couch for a ‘little nap’ Perry Fletcher had taken many ‘little naps’ in his life, and most often he startled awake four hours later despite his intentions to only lay down for ten minutes. This happened often, especially when he still lived with the Flynn-Fletchers, they usually just let him sleep. Not Heinz, Heinz wasn’t afraid to wake him up. Perry’s grumpy and sleepy face didn’t scare him, infact, he kept pointing out how cute it was.

A while later, Perry woke from his light slumber as he felt warmth and movement beside him.

“Sit over here, Ferb. We still fit.” Phineas whispered from the other end of the sofa.

“I believe we’ve grown, Phineas,” Ferb responded calmly. And he sat on Perry’s leg. When the uncle looked over he met Ferb’s apologetic expression.

“Oh, you’re awake, Uncle Perry,” Ferb noted, mostly to point it out to Phineas.

“Oops! Sorry.” Phineas said, looking completely unapologetic. “Do you mind, we want to watch Space Adventure! Dad bought it on dvd, and it has a bunch of bonus features we can watch afterwards.” 

Perry tucked his legs in a little closer and smiled as the kids settled in a little more comfortably to watch the movie. He leaned his head back on the armrest and closed his eyes once more.

“You’re not going to snore through the whole movie, are you?”

Reluctantly, Perry opened his eyes again. 「Just start the movie.」 He signed grumbily and he sat himself vaguely upright. This often -but not always- stopped him from falling back asleep. The movie started with bombastic music and a lot of background information to establish the sci-fi world. At this point all of them have seen this movie so many times that they can just talk through it, which was exactly what Phineas did whilse Ferb and Perry politely listened.

Barely ten minutes into the movie, Heinz and Lawrence popped into the room to ask Perry something. Not even halfway through the question, they notice what movie’s playing. One thing leads to another, and suddenly, Heinz is in the armchair beside Perry, holding his hand, playing with his knuckles and watching along.

Heinz had also seen this movie many, many times. The first time, he was in Drusselstein and the movie was poorly dubbed by just 6 voice actors for the entire movie. “They were all men,” He explained. “So all the women characters had really fake high voices.” 

“A bit like monthly python?” Lawrence asked. “Except they did that on purpose, of course.” 

“I guess so. But the movie was also heavily censored. The first time I saw it in America I was so confused.”

“Hey Dad?” Vanessa’s voice rang out behind them, from the top of the stairs. “It’s getting kinda late…” Just like everybody else, her eyes were distracted by the screen, where Captain Zowt was speaking; an alien commander with red eyes and horns. “What’s this?” She asked as she and Candace made their way down the stairs.

“Are you really watching the space movie again?” Candace asked and turned to Vanessa. “So he’s a corporal for the bad guy, but he’s secretly a spy for the rebellion.” 

“Candace, you’re spoiling the movie,” Ferb interjected with a little frown.

Meanwhile, Vanessa kept her eyes on the screen. “Is he a big part of the movie?” 

“Vanessa, sweety, come sit.” Her father said and he waved her over. “If we all ask for Popcorn there’s no way Linda can say no.” 

“He’s one of the main characters, Vanessa!” Phineas explained cheerfully. “But he doesn’t get as much screen time in this movie as in the sequel.” 

“Wait, so who is he trying to help?” She asked as she settled on a pillow in front of the couch.

“Someone else, please explain! I only pay attention when the pudgilu is on screen.” Candace pointed out with a groan. In her defence, the movie was quite plot-heavy.

“Pudgelu?” Vanessa parrotted, curiously.

“Oh it’s a little space puppy that can fly and it’s SO cute!” Candace explained loudly as she gestured vaguely about the space-pup’s shape and size. “He has really big, cute eyes and he naked little noises!” 

“Candace, he’s not even in this movie, you’re just confusing her now!” Phineas interjected. “Let her catch up first.”

At this point, Lawrence paused the movie. “Can we all agree that we start the movie over so that Vanessa has a fair chance to watch it?”

So, the movie was restarted. It was a herculean task to prevent Candace and Phineas from talking through the entire movie and spoiling all the big twists. But with a lot of soda, a big pile of popcorn and a lot of shushing and stern looks from their uncle, they eventually settled down.

As the end-credits rolled, everybody turned to Vanessa. 

“Did you like it?” 

“So how many movies did you say there were?” She asked instead. “And is Zowt in all of them?” 

“He is, but he’s an old man in some of them.” Phineas explained.

Vanessa turned to Candace. “Like, a hot old man?”

Her friend thought for a moment and shrugged. “Kinda. If you’re into demon aliens with gray hair.” 

On the other end of the couch, Perry was distracted by his boyfriend, who was strangeling his fingers happily. He turned to Heinz, who bounced happily in his seat. “I can’t believe we finally managed to introduce Vanessa to sci-fi!” 

Perry happily patted Heinz’s hand. He was going to try and watch so many movies with her now.

“You should watch the other movies and then tell me if you agree that Zowt and Prince Spohth would be perfect together, I have so much fanfiction to send you!” 

“Wait,” Vanessa turned to Candace with a little frown. “I thought you didn’t care about Space Adventure?” 

“Oh, no I do.” Candace giggled. “I just didn’t want you to think I’m lame if you didn’t like it.” 

“Candace, I still want to be your friend, no matter how lame and weird you are. Ugh.” And she rolled her eyes.

By the time the movie ended, it was way past bedtime for the boys, so the Doofenshmirtzes stayed just a little longer whilst Perry tucked them in and said goodbye. Downstairs, Heinz somehow got sucked into Candace and Vanessa’s conversation, which was all good and well until Vanessa discovered that her father also had a crush on Zowt. 

[vanmccannsfridge]

“fans deserve to know” we don’t deserve to know what’s going on in someone’s personal life and to speculate about it. even if any of that post is true, it’s fucked up they’ve posted it on a public platform where van could potentially see, those comments would make him worse.

at them shows last year he was the happiest i’ve ever seen him, he constantly interacted with the crowd, constantly showing how much he loved & cared for us and put on some of his best performances. it was so genuine, he literally started crying on stage at leeds when we all were singing cocoon back to him, and at reading festival he was trying not to during outside and was saying “i love yous” while having to step away from the mic like… it was so raw, something we’ve never seen from him before. them moments showed how much he’d missed this.

the whole label thing too, if he was genuinely harassing them they would’ve dropped catfish in a heartbeat. island have so many big artists so catfish won’t mean shit to them, why keep a band which is treating you that bad ?? just doesn’t make sense. i first heard that rumour on twitter when the jail thing came out the source was some random dms between two fans. thats the only time its ever been mentioned too.

none of us know exactly what happens behind the scenes, at the end of the day it’s all rumors from burner & anonymous accounts. “insider” knowledge i’d take as a pinch of salt i’ve been in this fandom for years and have came across so many people with said “insider” knowledge… and 99% of the time it wasn’t true at all. this is why i don’t think they should’ve approved that post at all, like i said it’s just going to be more damaging for van. then saying they want him to get better but then posting all his struggles online where we know he’ll see is so fucked up.

if van is struggling i hope he gets the help he deserves & needs, i can’t imagine what he must be going through seeing something he worked his whole life for fall apart.

that’s all i’m saying on this situation for now.

[wannabanauthor]

I wonder how Buck and Tommy’s first time having sex went. I really wish there had been a cliche episode about it, not because of fetishization, but because I’m a nosy bitch who loves to read and write smut.

I need a detailed itinerary of what they did and how they felt. What their preferences are, and all that.

As another neurodivergent queer (lesbian with adhd and most likely autistic), I know exactly what Buck did to prep.

That means visiting the hub for videos that are specifically for people to learn from (one video told me to cut and buff my nails, which I did).

Taking that advice, and showing Tommy just how much research he did.

Because we know Buck, you bet your ass Buck was practicing blowjobs with dildos and handjobs on himself. I can even see him prepping for anal sex with a Dummies’ Guide on Anal sex with men book.

So when the time comes for Buck to put his new research to work, Tommy comes almost embarrassingly fast when Buck gives him a blowjob for the first time. Tommy did not expect Buck to deepthroat him so easily. And I can imagine Tommy breathing hard and cursing, then looking down at Buck like “holy shit” and Buck looking up at him with an innocent expression with just a hint of pride as the foundation for his thoughts.

Because Buck likes pleasing Tommy (more of an assumption because we’ve only really seen Buck’s side of things, Buck and Tommy’s moments are usually focused around Buck not Tommy).

At the very least, we should have gotten a morning after scene. Them both naked and cuddled up, maybe kissing and discussing how their first time went. Yes, I am starved for these two. It’s been months since they’ve been onscreen together.

[ryuichirou]

TWST boys switching dorms

Anonymous asked:

That seems oddly fitting... Does spark a question in me, who would you put in which dorm other than their own? Like what would you say is option no. 2?

As promised, I came back to this ask, or rather to the second part of it. Because it’s a very interesting question to think about! But my answers are a bit all over the place lol

They fit their own dorms so well that some of my choices ended up just being about me wanting to see the boy suffer in another setting, but for the most part I tried to be fair,  honest!

I also know that all of the boys said what other dorm they’d pick if they had to, but I haven’t seen all of those interviews and tried to not rely on them much. It wouldn’t be fun that way, right?

Riddle – you know, it’s a surprisingly tough one. I know everyone fits their current dorm very well, but with Riddle it’s so difficult to imagine him in any other dorm… I’m thinking either Diasomnia or Pomefiore, but I think I’d put him in Pomefiore, so he’d still have a lot of rules to follow, but also see how this set of rules differs from the rules he is used to lol Those are more useful, Riddle! But also, I think the uniform would look rather flattering on him.

Ace – Octavinelle. It just makes sense to me; maybe it’s his cunning nature, maybe it’s the cards, maybe it’s the fact that he is Floyd’s kohai and also stated that he would like to have Azul as an older brother at some point. He’d have a very hard time over there though lol

Deuce – Savanaclaw. I can see him in a situation similar to Jack’s: he really wants to be a proper student and do right things, but gets frustrated because of his senpais. And with Deuce’s background, he would feel both at home and as if his past is following him everywhere… still, he believes in the King of Beasts' spirit of persistence!

Trey – Octavinelle. I wanted to put him into Pomefiore at first because he would enjoy having a lab in his dorm, but a kitchen is closer to his heart. It’s not the only reason though; I think the Sea Witch’s benevolence would be a nice fit for Trey, who feels like a good senpai to a lot of people, but still has some darkness to him… Plus, he’s already wearing a fedora, so might as well look cool while doing it!

Cater – Pomefiore, and it feels like a very easy choice… Even if the Pomefiore regimen is too much for him, it can’t be that much worse than the Queen of Hearts’ rules! Plus, with every single Pomefiore student being super photogenic + Vil-the-superstar being there, Cater is probably going to enjoy his stay lol

Leona – I actually remember that he said he’d go to Pomefiore lol but I’m going to fip the script and put him into Scarabia. I was honestly this close to putting him into Diasomnia just to be mean (imagine Leona having Malleus as his housewarden lol), but… they just won’t let him sleep would they lol It’s going to be so noisy and annoying, so active and bright, that he would complain a lot. But I know that deep inside he enjoys the food that they get to eat… Kalim would insist that they’re besties now.

Ruggie – Octavinelle, easily. I think Ruggie could make it work anywhere, to be honest, but he seems to share a lot of values with the Octavinelle gang, plus, we’ve seen them working together before. And I really want to see him wearing a fedora… he would probably enjoy working at the Mostro Lounge and get promoted to manager at some point lol

Jack – Heartstlabyul. Looks like he’s switching dorms with Deuce..!! He would be confused and frustrated about all the rules that make no sense, but I think there is a lot about Heartslabyul and its housewarden in particular that Jack could at least respect. He’d also memorise the rules easily, I think lol I’ll also note that I really wanted to put him in Pomefiore at first, but… I’d end up putting everyone in Pomefiore, so I had to stop myself lol

Azul – Scarabia. Congratulations, Azul, now you’ll finally be able to pester Jamil all the time! In all seriousness though, Scarabia and Octavinelle feel like the two dorms that have some overlap in terms of their attitude (ignoring Kalim’s whole party thing, of course…), so Azul’s sly nature would shine there as well. The only problem is that it’s probably too damn hot there for Azul lol but otherwise, he’d just be smiling 24/7, so it’s for the best.

Jade – Pomefiore. Let’s be honest, he really enjoyed his time there… He would have a lot of fun! Well, maybe he won’t like yoga all that much, but that’s also a plus because we’d get to see long-ass Jade who doesn’t bend all that well lol Jokes aside, Jade would absolutely love the potionology aspect of this dorm + would probably keep making Rook jealous with how nice of an assistant he is to Vil.

Floyd – “why me??”, he would say, as I also put him in Pomefiore… remember that one Halloween scene where Vil asked everyone to remove their makeup but washed Floyd’s face himself for some reason? Yes, this, but now it’s every day! And we’ve seen him actually really respecting Vil’s strength a couple of times, so he could even have fun there sometimes… Of course, there is no way he wouldn’t have like 15 tantrums per day, but if there is anything Floyd (and Jade, for that matter) absolutely doesn’t lack, it’s tenacity, so he’s better enjoy his stay lol

Kalim – god, every other dorm is too mean lol Or rather, I feel like Kalim would turn any dorm into Scarabia the moment he enters it. He just has this power of taking the party vibes everywhere. Maybe Heartslabyul??  But he would also absolutely not follow the rules, but somehow never get in trouble for it. It’s not like he hates the rules – he just can’t remember them at all… but he does remember that they have tea parties! And he is always happy to participate, even if he can’t eat anything there!

Jamil – Octavinelle. I’m sorry, Jamil, but you know I’m right. I feel like Azul is the main reason he is so against joining Octavinelle lol But he would fit in perfectly, both because of his cunningness/cleverness and because of his culinary skills. He would be great as a chef and as a waiter… Every time I see Jamil I think about how big of an asset he would be to the Lounge... and to Azul in general… ah, if only…!!

Vil – Diasomnia; I am biased because I actually remember Vil saying that he would pick Diasomnia if he absolutely had to pick any other dorm, but the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. The uniform would look so hot oh my god- I mean, it just works, doesn’t it? Vil loves having strict regimen, and I think he even said something about not wanting to fight Malleus for the housewarden status… he would hang out with Lilia and discipline Sebek a lot lol

Rook – Savanaclawis an easy answer because he’s already been there, so I’ll purposefully avoid it… even though I think Rook fits in there perfectly lol But now I am truly torn, because I can see him somehow thriving everywhere… he is like a weed growing through concrete lol a part of me wants to put him in Ignihide!! But I’ll put him in Heartslabyul instead – he would enjoy it a lot: they have trees, beastmen, critters and a Queen to worship <3 All of his favourite things.

Epel – oh how much he’d love to be in Savanaclaw, and I’d love to see him there as well, but I kinda don’t want to grace him with such a gift lol So in Diasomnia he goes! First of all, once again, consider the uniform. He would look too damn hot for his own good. Second of all, what Epel really desperately needs is discipline, and if he’s not in Pomefiore, he might as well be in another dorm that is pretty strict in terms of discipline lol The entire aura would be good for him, I think. Or maybe I just love dark!Epel…

Idia – Octavinelle; I feel like this is the least painful option for him lol Of course he would still be a recluse, but it’s a bit easier in Octavinelle – as long as you don’t get in trouble with Azul and avoid the Tweels, no one is really going to bother you. And Idia is pretty good at that… He also has the same quid pro quo mindset as Octavinelle, so if he absolutely HAS to participate somewhere he could suggest doing something for the dorm instead, like building new computers, upgrading the Lounge’s kitchen gadgets, etc.

Ortho – I’m writing him last because it was the most difficult to think about this one, buuut Diasomnia. Pomefiore feels like a more obvious option because his favourite senpai is there, but because Ortho’s enrollment in NRC is pretty much an experiment, why not put him into a place where mister “I accidentally break phones” lives? With so many unique magical and cultural aspects related to fae AND with Diasomnia being so non-reliant on technology, Ortho would have to work very hard to figure out the best way to operate there. I just gave him a challenge…

Lilia – he would work wonderfully in Savanaclaw (he would make soldiers out of these pups!), and he would have a lot of fun in Scarabia, but I’m going to actually put him in Ignihyde. Both because he is interested in videogames and because of how much of an extravert he is. He is also pretty used to dealing with introverts, so for some reason I feel like he’ll find a way to make Ignihyde students somewhat more… willing to hang out and have a funky time. But maybe he’ll just be super bored because they’d start avoiding him because he is scary lol Well, Idia won’t be able to hide.

Silver – Heartslabyul because I want him to take care of hedgehogs and flamingos… he is also very good at following the rules and very careful; I feel like his attitude would work with the Heartslabyul’s vibes nicely. Well, it’s not like he won’t get in trouble for falling asleep during an inappropriate time. Imagine sleepy Silver in Riddle’s collar? Trying to wake himself up with some nice tea… He is the Dormouse 😭

Sebek – according to Sebek himself, if he didn’t get into Diasomnia, he would live in Diasomnia’s garden LOL Honestly, that’s a tough one. I can easily picture him in Heartslabyul or Pomefiore, both are very strict and Sebek would definitely thrive there, plus learn a thing or two. I would love to see both Pomefiore!Sebek and Heartslabyul!Sebek…!! But I’m going to put him into Savanaclaw; he can fight with beastmen and express his anger all he wants lol Maybe he’ll just get tons of enemies to punch on a daily basis, but who knows, maybe that’ll make them learn discipline. Oh right, isn’t his grandpa from Sunset Savannah? I forgot about it…

Malleus – Scarabia. Another very tough choice; I really wanted to put him in Pomefiore or Heartslabyul, because you know, the noble vibes and all, and Scarabia does feel like a weird choice, but hear me out: Malleus being invited to a banquet every single day? Having plenty of opportunity to dance and hang out with everyone? Maybe at some point people would even be a bit less terrified of him! And if not, well, at least he’d befriend Kalim… honestly, this sounds more like a doujin/fanfic prompt than anything lol

[prettyoddfever]

August 2005 + The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage

The Only Difference was not P!ATD's first single (despite whatever Wikipedia currently says). It was just the first full song that was posted on the band’s purevolume during the marketing campaign in August – September 2005 leading up to the release of AFYCSO.

SIDE TANGENT ABOUT THE MARKETING CAMPAIGN:

Brendon was asked in a fall 2005 interview who did the marketing campaign and he said “Johnathan Joseph Janick Jr. He’s the man.” The interviewer said “Well, he did a very good job, because that had everyone talking." Basically, most songs were steadily revealed between early August to late September before the album was released. Whoever was running the band’s online stuff (idk if it was already Adam) would post a clip of a song on myspace to build hype and then several days later the full song would be up on purevolume. The band already had a big fandom online before they'd even recorded their first album or played their first show, largely thanks to the way Pete Wentz had been pushing P!ATD, so there were a lot of people spreading the word.

THE FIRST SONG:

So the band finished recording in late July and then played their first show on August 12th. In the meantime, the album’s cover art and tracklist were revealed around the start of August. Then on August 8th fans were spreading the word that there would be a new song on P!ATD's purevolume at midnight, which was The Only Difference. That was the very first full song we got... up until that point there were only the 4 demos. The goal was to stream that song as much as possible to get it up on the purevolume charts (which is honestly where many people discovered P!ATD if they hadn't already found them via FOB). I wasn't a fan at this point out of my own stubborn cynicism, but I had still seen people telling everyone to stream P!ATD's songs all day. So by August 9th the band was #5 on purevolume's front page and had reached 10,000 listens. They reached #4 shortly after that too.

PETE'S CONTRIBUTION TO THE LYRICS

Fans already knew that Pete helped with lyrics on AFYCSO. On August 16th Pete answered a question on FOB's Q&A that asked if "I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives" was a line he wrote in the new P!ATD song, and Pete replied "that would be indeed."

THIS WAS NOT A SINGLE

The Only Difference was used in several places that promoted P!ATD this fall, like these samplers. Here's an example e-card too:

Some fans heard this song on their local radio in August. But some radio stations had resorted to playing demos like It's Time To Dance earlier that summer too... the band was just popular and there wasn't much to use yet.

So this song still wasn't a single even though John Janick used it for promotional purposes. Here’s a moment in 2008 where Ryan explains how John Janick had wanted The Only Difference to be a single (“he wanted this song to be a single, and I always said no... and it never was”).

so I'm confused why Wikipedia currently says this:

Rolling Stone did put The Only Difference as #84 on their list of 100 best songs of 2006. And some international magazines had it on a list of best singles. But I don’t remember that song being treated like an actual single.

The band made it very clear in January 2006 that IWSNT was their first single. That was the media hype around it too! Here’s part of a Big Cheese interview from that month where Ryan talked about why IWSNT was chosen:

Big Cheese:I Write Sins Not Tragedies isn’t an obvious choice for a debut single in terms of immediacy. Why this and not, say, ‘Time to Dance’? Ryan:“The label wanted to choose the first single on the record, but that seemed like too safe a thing and we didn’t want to go that way. We wanted to take a chance. We’ve talked about bands like Pink Floyd, that band wrote the records they wanted to write and they were huge. That’s where we want to be. We don’t want to have to craft the perfect single. We don’t want to have to compromise.”

(Not wanting to compromise was kind of a key theme in Ryan’s approach with the band). But the point is that I remember there being 4 singles announced for AFYCSO. But It’s Better If You Do was definitely labelled as the second single. Lying Is The Most Fun was called the third. The band said that Build God would be the fourth & final single from their first album.