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[theresthesnitch]

Fic binding: Wishes on Stars

A while back, I was contacted by someone who wanted to bind a fic of mine. And then another. So I came up with a policy about fic binding, which is this:

For personal use only - do not sell binds of my fics

Do not use commercial means - No one should be paid for it.

If you feel so inclined and *want* to make an extra copy, I would love for you to send me one.

I've now received two binds of my fics, and I know of more on the way, and I figure it's about time I start sharing thes GORGEOUS binds. I'm obsessed, genuinely.

This first one is for Wishes on Stars and is by @whenindoubtusemoreglue, and I've had it for a while. (Which, I should definitely apologize for taking this long to make a post.) I've got pictures below, but you should absolutely check out their tiktok video of it, which is just gorgeous. They also sent a copy to me for Quietlemonhush, and both of us are just beyond thrilled to have this copy of it.

I love everything about this, and I've pulled it out so many times just to marvel over having it. It's amazing, and I love everything about it.

[theresthesnitch]

Oh, I really love that one too! It's such a good prompt, and you did wonderful with it.

Jumping in your ask box!

New game: tell me your current favorite fic of yours, and why you love it so much.

Bonus fake internet points that aren't worth anything if you drop this in other people's inboxes too.

(I'm having a weird sense of deja vu that I might have already sent this one to you... in which case, please know it just shows you how much I love your writing. 💖)

As far as I remember, you haven’t sent this to me before, so thanks for sending it now!

My current favourite is Just as You Are. I think it’s a cool idea (although I can’t take credit for that since I didn’t come up with it myself) and I especially love the part starting from Remus thinking Sirius has abandoned him up to "Very easy access today." It gives me all the best feelings hurt/comfort does. I also like that it has top!omega/bottom!alpha, and I can't remember if I've ever written that before. I've already reread it several times since I finished it (in December?? Maybe)

[spookygingerr]

Everyone I’ve come across here on shameless tumblr is so fuckin kind. I’m just blown away. I always post my fanart now, even when I am not happy with it because the support and encouragement I get helps me to look at the positives instead of the negatives. So thank you everyone for being so welcoming 🎨🖤🧡

Also if we aren’t mutuals yet but you wanna be pls just let me know/follow and I��ll follow back 🫶🏻

[blitheringmcgonagall]

You're the sweetest person to ever exist I swear! ❤️ Just saw your post.

Wish you the best!

YOU are an absolute dote 🥰🥰🥰🥰!

[theresthesnitch]

I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore Chance Would Be a Fine Thing. I have reread the current chapters 3 times because I love the wolfstar so much. I'm really looking forward to where the story goes! Thank you so much for writing it! :)

Thank you! I’m so glad you’re enjoying it. The next chapter is *nearly* done, like literally sentences left. Real life just has gotten me down recently, and writing has been difficult.

[theresthesnitch]

Interesting! Adding it to my TBR.

Jumping in your ask box!

New game: tell me your current favorite fic of yours, and why you love it so much.

Bonus fake internet points that aren't worth anything if you drop this in other people's inboxes too.

Oh hey, Snitch! Thanks for the lovely surprise! 💕

My current favourite is Fixed Luck, which I posted just a few days ago. Recency bias is a thing xD but also, it's quite different from my other works - I don't usually write angst and I'm very satisfied with how this one turned out! It's got a unique premise and I think the style works to bring out the desperation and urgency. It wasn't the easiest thing to write and some parts gave me trouble until I got them just right, but by the time of posting I was very confident in it and I still think about it and go back to it!

Yay, fake internet points! I'll make sure to spread the love 😁

[biancadoes1]

“She made a point to tell us it was the 'loveliest' birthday and how 'lucky' she was.

Got it PAL?!”

Oh you little genius . 👀

I can't take credit for it - when I tell you I've been fandom'd out for the past few days...

This is credit to all the good good fandom friends out there using their brains. Nicola is telling us all without showing us anything.

[dilfgp]

Cadillac Ranch on Ao3:

Max says, “from your pop up in New York, this guy says ‘no Cadillac?’ like a rude fucking idiot and then you say ‘nah I’m done’ with your big PR smile. It is funny because I was not under the impression that you were ‘done’, Daniel. You have not said that you are done.” He clears his throat, hums, says quietly, “I mean I think the decision was made for me, Maxy." or: the one where Daniel goes to Cadillac

Banner created by the lovely @shineon3 who also has been the loveliest beta and cheerleader to me for the past few weeks. Also, a shoutout to @lost-in-fandoms for hyping me up when I needed it! Fandom friends ❤ I appreciate you both so much.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Happy valentine's day!! 💌

Send this to five different people anonymously, and tell them three things you love/appreciate about them to brighten their Valentine's day!

Three things I love about you:

I love your jily and wolfstar enthusiasm and your support for all creators out here

I love your fics, and I hope you find time to write

I love your positivity!!

This is so adorable

Thank you so much anon 🥺😌 xoxo

[theresthesnitch]

Lmao, I love this. wonderful recs all around.

Jumping in your ask box!

New game: tell me your current favorite fic of yours, and why you love it so much.

Bonus fake internet points that aren't worth anything if you drop this in other people's inboxes too.

Oh Merlin. Asking the difficult questions.

Ok, I went to my list to reread and put the top few that I've read lately:

-an endless sky of honey by @colgatebluemintygel and art by pjxckson

check out the artwork for this, even if you can't currently read it. So stunning

Ok-- so I've never really gotten into mythology much but it's totally accessible to everyone. Great descriptions and such as well

-Puppy Magic by DemonBanisher, thefifthmarauder17 this is modern magical and recd by wifey (I think all of these were actually) but we adore a good raising teddy (and/or harry)

-I didn’t sign up for this by Moonystoastandmarsbars this is raising teddy and has deaf rep. If you know me? Not much more need to be said.

[towriteloveontheirarms]

I missed talking to you (modern!bodyguard!Criston Cole x Reader)

synopsis: He was hired to protect you. However, he does so much more.

warnings: age gap, smut, p in v, fucking in the bathtub, semi public sex, afab reader

word count: 2.4k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @urmomsgirlfriend1 @bucknastysbabe

(If you want to be tagged for a specific character/fandom or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)

Dividers by me

The room is dark, safe for the dim glow of a TV illuminating a small space around itself. The sound of the video that had been playing for the past couple hours is drowned out by growing frustration. The clock on your phone shows a more than ungodly time, that brings you to huff and turn around a little more forcefully than necessary, the bed protesting against the way you let yourself fall back on it carelessly. But to no surprise even that doesn't work and so, with a groan you force yourself to get up. The idea was that walking around and grabbing a snack could potentially help. Hopefully. And so you sneak out of the room to the kitchen, where you are met with Criston Cole, the bodyguard your father had hired for you.

“Shouldn't you be long asleep?” The tall man asks with a gruff voice.

He remembers you wishing him a good night, hours earlier. The clock showed past 4am now.

“Yeah, I should.” You chuckle bitterly. “I'm just gonna make some tea and then I'm gone again.”

Cole nods silently and continues to drink his coffee. His beautiful dark eyes are trained on your neck the entire time you wait for the kettle to cook the water inside. You can feel them like a warm sensation spreading through your back. You had long since stopped to wonder what might be going on behind the windows to his soul. Deciding that, whatever it may be, would forever remain a mystery to you. At times your friends had commented though that it looked like he wanted to eat you or that he looked ready jump in front of a bullet for you. The latter was easy to ignore. He was your bodyguard after all. The first was less so.

Your train of thought is broken up by the kettle whistling. Carefully you put it in a cup along with the tea. The cup gently warming your hands. It's comforting.

You turn to Cole once more and not again. “Good night.”

“Good night.” Is his quiet answer, accompanied by another short nod.

And with that you are off to bed.

Multiple days pass idly by without any further happenings, when your friends words get to you. He looks like he wants to eat you. No matter how much you try to lie to yourself, the thought itself, without being thought into much, is a rather exciting one. So, one evening while you relax in the bathtub, you work up the nerves to test that theory.

“Criston, could you come in here for a moment?” You call through the door in the loveliest voice you can muster.

“Yes, miss? Do you need anything?” His voice comes through a crack in the door immediately.

“Don't be shy. Come in. And how often have I told you not to call me miss?” The amused lilt in your voice is clearly noticeable.

“O-of course...” Even though you are entirely covered with foam his eyes stay focused on the ground before the tub. “What is it you may need?”

“It's not nice to not look at the person you are talking to, you know?” You put on a small pout. Though it comes as a surprise when he looks at you, the tan skin of his cheeks erupting in a dark cherry colour.

“My apologies, mi… My apologies.” He mumbles hastily, expectantly awaiting your answer to his earlier question.

“Criston, I’m bored.” You make a show if yawning and stretching your arms over your head. “Can you join me? Please?”

The plea is met with him choking on his own spit. Coughing violently, tears shooting into his eyes as he does so. “I think that would be most inappropriate. In fact, I´m not even sure if I should be in here right now.”

"Awww, come on? My father is not gonna find out and I could really use some company in here." Propping your chin up on one arm on the edge of the tub, you dunk your other hand just below the surface, pulling it out to flick the little droplets in the direction of his chest.

You see the resolve in his eyes, but it is slowly wearing thin. Not that it looked particularly strong to begin with. A bit of fluttering with your lashes and he is basically gone, looking like he is ready to pounce on you as the two of you hastily remove his clothes and settle in the tub together. Exchanging heated kisses as he lifts you into his lap, tongues exploring each other’s mouths as your hands commit every inch of the other´s body to memory. The loud moan as he enters you is muffled by one of his rough hands over your mouth, trying desperately to keep anyone from hearing what the two of you are doing. The water and foam slosh against the porcelain, yet the only thing able to swallow both of your moans is the bruising, breath stealing kiss that dogs up your mind like the hot water does the room. Your hands travel over his chest restlessly, eliciting a new deep groan every time your fingers brush against the sensitive peaks. At the same time Criston’s rough hands massage your lower cheeks, lightly spreading them as he guides you up and down on his hard length. All the while your wet chests rub against each other, a sheen of sweat covering your bodies from the heat in the bathroom and your exertion.

Your moans and groans echo through the room and bounce off the tiles, but the longer you go on, the less either of you can bring yourselves to care about being caught. As the knot in your stomach draws tighter, your hands go up into Criston's dark hair to pull his head back. Resting your forehead against his, your noses touching, yet neither of you moves in to close the kiss again. Rather just remaining like this as the movement of your hips grows more frenzied from enjoyment, breathing into each other with loose hanging jaws. The dizziness resulting from it seems to only add to your sensitivity. Criston's strong arms bring you down harder and faster on his lap, eliciting even louder sounds from your lungs and pulling tears of pleasure from your eyes. The salty droplets rolling over your cheeks before joining the water that encompasses the two of you. His body begins to shake uncontrollably and before you can ready yourself, the waves of an orgasm crash over him. Despite the tremors, Criston keeps thrusting into you until you join him in the throes of his ecstasy. Fucking you through the climax until your legs still. Only then he unceremoniously lifts you off him and sits you down in the tub and dries himself off, getting dressed to stand in front of the door to take up his duty once more. Your eyes follow his every move all the while, beginning to shiver as the now cold water seeps into the still warm skin. Neither of you dares to utter a word. Silently vowing secrecy as to what had just happened. A promise Criston keeps a little too well as he only speaks to you when entirely necessary from that moment on.

The party was boring you already. Your father had wandered off to network as soon as you had arrived about a half hour ago which had stretched to eternity. Sitting at the bar you nursed a glass of wine, staring holes into the fabric of space and time as you hoped it would be over soon. And while you were lucky enough to not be bothered by any of your fathers’ coworkers, the holes Criston Cole's dark eyes burned into you didn't go quite as unnoticed as he probably would have hoped. The warm sensation has become a sort of normality ever since your moment in the bath. Spreading out from the pit of your stomach, as the brown eyes roamed over your body in the fancy dress that you couldn't wait to get out of as soon as you came home. Downing the red contents of the glass, you stand up and wander off through the long corridors, knowing that the dark-haired man would follow.

Your mind is set on clearing up his avoidant behaviour. Once you are far away enough for the sounds of the party to have fainted to a quiet buzz in the back of your ears, you finally turn to the man that followed you like a shadow.

“Do you plan on never talking to me ever again?” You ask him with crossed arms and a huff falling from your lungs.

Frustration is etched onto both of your faces and filling the air around. “I´m sorry. I wasn´t aware my job required to also be your friend.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. If you regret fucking me so much, why didn't you just resign and safe everyone this stupid farce?” You argue back.

Promptly you feel the cold wall press against your front in an opposite sensation to his warm hand quieting you with a hand over your mouth once more, bringing back memories of your shared moment in the bathtub.

“Shhh or do you want anyone finding out?” He hisses into your ear, yet further down you can feel something hard press against your lower back. Pushing back against it elicits a low groan from the dark-haired man. A deep, throaty growl follows directly after as he finds the back of your neck and shoulders. Kissing and biting along your skin, his free hand tightly grabs your hair to pull it out of the way.

"Are you going to behave if I let go of your mouth, hm?" Criston's voice is barely above a husky whisper against the shell of your ear.

"Yes, I promise. I just need you so bad" you are just as desperate as he is.

In this state he could have asked almost anything of you and once his hand is removed from your mouth you would have agreed to it in an instant.

"Good girl... I'll make it good for you, but you have to be quiet. Can you do that?"

You can only answer in a hurried nod.

“Good.” Criston whispers.

The hand that was previously clamped over your mouth finds its way down your body and bunches up the fabric of your skirt until his fingertips brush against the lace of your panties.

“You knew this would happen, didn't you? Such a dirty girl.” he rasps, grinding his hips against you a bit harder. “Someone should punish you.”

“Please, punish me.” your voice shudders along with your breath.

When you turn your head to look at him your eyebrows are pulled down and drawn together in a pleading tone.

At the promise of a punishment your heart can't help but beat faster. Your lower lip immediately fits between your teeth, biting down hard to suppress the moan trying to escape as his palm makes harsh contact with your ass.

“Better be quiet. Otherwise, someone might find out what a dirty girl little miss perfect really is.” Criston taunts you.

The next slap is delivered even harsher, causing you to bite down on your lip until a very faint coppery taste introduces itself to your tongue. The hand rubs over the reddened flesh, soothing the stinging pain while Criston’s other hand snakes its way into your panties.

In response you press your behind closer to his front, feeling him groan in your ear as the movement of his hips speeds up. Instinctively you begin to rub against his fingers circling your clit. Whining from the stimulation. Stuttered breaths stumble from your lips as you desperately try to keep quiet. Only for your heart to be sent into overdrive as Criston lets go of your rear to turn your head and crash your lips together. Your hands claw at the wall, trying to find some purchase as your body gets rocked back and forth with every thrust against your backside. All the while thick digits enter your heat, curling upwards to play with your sweet spot immediately. The palm of Criston’s hand still rubs at your sensitive clit, making you see stars through half closed eyes, quiet moans get barely stifled by the hungry crashing and lapping of joined lips. Easily to be heard by anyone who would pass by you by chance, and they only grow more frantic. The air gets pushed out of your lungs entirely as you get trapped in tighter between the cold hard wall and the warm, tall body behind you, pushing you against it more. A wet tongue darts out to lick over the shell of your ear.

Criston begins to tremble with ecstasy first. A wet spot growing on the fabric separating your back from his front. Breathy groans fan hot over the side of your face and teeth nip at your earlobe. All of a sudden you freeze in bliss. Eyes rolled back and pressed tightly together, lips parted loosely in a silent scream all come together to a mask of unmistakable and unmatched pleasure. It feels as if your heart stops right along with your breath as waves of energy pulse through you, pumping the blood exceptionally fast through your veins to heighten your sensitivity as your whole body shakes and trembles in the little space between the wall and Criston's tall frame.

“I didn't regret what happened.” He whispers into the quiet, pulling your eyes from fixing your dress with a start.

“What?” The question is the only thing that comes to mind in the moment.

“I didn't regret it.” Criston repeats a little louder. “I just needed some time to process it.”

“Have you processed it now?” Even though you feel stupid for asking, the question is out before you can hold it back. “Because I would like to do it again if you are up to it.”

The dark-haired man nods. “I would like that too.”

“Good.” You smile at him, your eyes softening as they meet his. Together the two of you make your way back to the event, hoping your absence hasn't been too noticeable.

“I kinda missed talking to you.” You admit to Criston, the words barely above a whisper over your shoulder. A last quiet moment between the two of you, to make the rest of the night more bearable.

[haedalkoo]

Hey, how have you been? I wanted to ask you something if it’s not too much trouble.

I don’t know if you’ve had the chance to rewatch Hobi’s birthday Wlive with the official Weverse subtitles, but I have a question.

I know that pronouns in Korean can be a bit tricky, and because of that, Weverse/Hybe often translates things in a way that makes sense in another language, even if it’s not a word-for-word translation. But when Jimin, Jungkook, and Hobi were talking, Jimin said—according to Weverse subtitles—that since he doesn’t know how much he can/should share with us, he’s been staying away from ARMY on purpose.

My question is, was he talking about just himself or about him and Jungkook? Because I saw several translations on Twitter saying that Jimin actually said that since he and Jungkook don’t know how much they can share, they’ve been keeping their distance from the fandom. If it’s not too much trouble, could you explain the difference or share your opinion on it? Thanks in advance!

Hey!! This is a good question, and honestly a hard one to answer because it could be either way. Nothing in Jimin's speech indicates he's talking exclusively about himself, but he's not including the both of them explicitly in the sentence either. It's up to the listener to assume.

In my opinion, however, I think he may mean both of them. A couple of sentences before, he clearly says "there are seriously a lot of stories/anecdotes the two of us made" and the both of them go on to say they don't know how much they can share, and if they do, army may run away. I think what Jimin says about keeping their distance is a sentiment both of them share (my translation of what he says would be 'even though we're being careful and not seeking out armys so much, we really, really miss you.' It's a bit less harsh than 'keeping distant' imo).

Either way, one of the loveliest parts about Korean is that there's not a clear-cut distinction between the individual and the collective. What I feel, my brothers and sisters also feel. I could go into boring details about linguistics and the way languages shape society, but there's a reason why the use of 'we' and 'us' are so broadly and ambiguously used in korean, or why friends are referred by the same word as you'd refer to your actual brother or sister (I mean words like hyung, noona, etc.) This is surface level, or perhaps simply more obvious, but this sense of collectivism (what's yours is mine, what mine is yours) sneaks into every aspect of the way koreans speak.

That is to say, the line between 'me' and 'we' is far more blurred than it'd be in a language like English or Spanish. In Spanish you may ommit a pronoun, but the verb form gives all the information away ("estoy": 1st person, singular; "estamos": 1st person, plural). More so, I personally feel like Jimin would've specified in some way that he meant he's the one pulling away, instead of speaking for the two of them, if JK hadn't agreed with the decision. That, or JK would've bickered with him, scolding him for not greeting armys so often (tell me you can't picture this exact conversation!)

So it doesn't really matter that Jimin meant himself or the two of them, because honestly, can you really separate the two of them? The same people that give up on eating carbs if the other is on a diet even when they're on vacation, the same people that share an infinite number of inside jokes only the two of them understand, the same people that willingly enlisted together... everything about Kookmin, from their actions to their language choices, tell me that they exist in a tandem. 'You are me, I am you.'

[beloveds-embrace]

Tbh I'm starting to suspect that most of my asks for you are just going to be me affectionately yelling at you.

Because you've given me so many ideas???? And now I'm faced with the constant "LEMME GIVE THIS READER A FRIEND PLEASE LET ME BE HER FRIEND"

Dukedom AU? Congrats, Reader now has a friend who's father was Riley's and Price's general and while she has no doubts about Reader's husband, they haven't seen each other since Reader's parents practically forbid it in their teens and- actually, isn't Duke Riley still friends with Duke Price? And unmarried? ... She has a letter to write. Short and simple should do it. (And maybe her and Reader resume their queerplatonic relationship- the Friend is devoted to the Reader like a cat returns to the same home that lets it chase the rats)

Shifter AU? Here, Reader's friend is a demigod (Zeus' kid who begged for Hera's forgiveness and bound herself to the goddess in blood and ink) who works nights and lets it known exactly how she feels about her friend being taken without letting her know first via lightening storm over the whole fucking city until she knows Reader is safe. (And maybe she's slowly becoming a minor deity herself. Maybe Soap gets a whiff of hair bleach when she's pissed, or tattoo ink when she's cackling, or antiseptic when she's offering comfort).

Fertility God AU? The deity of death visits sometimes, calm and quiet and peaceful- a reminder that it is dying that's painful, while death itself is nothingness. She never picks the plants herself, merely grabs the flowers Reader picked already and uses that to tap noses. Okay I might actually just take the idea of 141 serving their war god and the war god being slowly brought to his knees and going a whole other direction with it.

Just. Let me give these soft Readers Fierce Friends who'll take one look at these military men and be like "Bitch you still have an Achilles tendon, I will cut you down if you hurt them." And maybe that's a turn-on for a couple of them, idk it could happen.

So. Many. Ideas. And I'm like, buzzing with insecurity about writing them because they weren't mine to start with and tbh Tumblr is really the only way I know these characters? And also I appreciate it if you made it this far through my word vomit thank you for your time and have a good day!

As long as the yelling comes from a place of love who am I to complain? 😌💕

Also omg yes every reader needs a friend. A good, dependable friend that lessens the angst just a little.

Also omg yes?? If Friend manages to even convince Simon to marry her, with the promise that she wants nothing romantic with him just a way to be close to you again, then she’d also solve the rumors that still spread about Simon’s unmarried status even with the general fear of him. And you get your darling Friend close again! Win-win, and the 141 get to see you exceptionally happy and excited.

Friend looked away for just a short while and then returns to learn your shitty boyfriend has cheated on you with your other shitty friend she never liked, you aren’t anywhere in your home and you haven’t gone to work and you have been kidnapped by some pack of shifters- personally, anyone would be fucking pissed too ngl. Friend probably smells the loveliest when she’s with you, though, when she sees you happy at last.

Now the Fertility god au I’m gonna need more from you babes you can’t just leave me hanging here 👁️👁️ /nf

And yes. Like I said all readers deserve a fierce friend it’s not a law but it should be and yes to that too i need them to blur the lines between friends and lovers just a lil too. Life’s more that way, me thinks.

Also no please don’t worry, fandom spaces are shared and new writings are always welcome 😭🫶🏻 i haven’t laid a single finger on any of the games im just rawdogging it too dw so you should absolutely write if you want to without fear!! Thank you for this wonderful ask I loved reading it!

[mustymausoleum]

okay I just wanna say the outlast trials community is the loveliest bunch of people I've ever had the pleasure of interacting with in a fandom space, I consider so many of you friends and there's a whole bunch of you I wanna befriend everybody is just so creative and friendly and cool thank u for coming to my sappy fucking ted talk ok

[theresthesnitch]

I just love all your Jily and Wolfstar fics! Im so glad to have you in this fandom, we are so lucky <3333

[tonix3]

We're all 🤡 here - Group-hallucinations are a real thing: Update on The & An Observer on IG & X

I'll preface this with: give this (lilac) link a look. It's unbiased, just a documentation of all that has happened.

@fookinhellcurlyyy thank you, for your work for the fandom. I can't wait for this to be a big bad archive of literally everything important & dear to us. You're my hero 💓🙏🏻 my first & loveliest Larrie friend. But you don't really know, how much I value you as a friend.🥹 Love you to pieces 🫶🏻

SPREADSHEET - EVERY MOVEMENT DOCUMENTED

(you can click on everything: it has links screenshots, dates, additional info and so on)

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I WANT TO HOLD IT SHORT & BRIEF BECAUSE YOU CAN ALL FORM YOUR OWN OPINION WITH THE HELP OF THE ABOVE LINK

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The happenings & my thoughts (during and after) follow now:

All Observer posts linked

Beginning of TO/AO on IG

Today's rant regarding TO & the fandom

The day starts with an article about Brianna & Freddie by The S*n. - New papwalk, fresh pics, breaking down the past ten years. Interesting.

After Zouis the next post follows on Insta from An Observer at 13:00 (UK TIME) and 20 mins later an additional post from The Observer on X.

The triangle gives no results when searching. After the additional tweet I waver from searching the triangle to trying to make something of the color.

Same Gemma, same.

After hours of people not finding anything someone says they can see faces in the little black shapes.

Everybody starts seeing faces or pictures of the boys. 😭 Which is kinda hilarious afterwards but if you asked me yesterday, I was just creeped out about the creepy faces I could see after staring at this longer and longer with my tired brain.

When I wanted to go to bed TO pops up with a sitcom quote featuring a sun reference (😉😉😉) from actor John Clegg.

That's me (below) saying everyone should chill and still tweaking about the triangle.

Today AO posts a guitar peek at 14:00 UK Time.

Same steel, new stories. - NEW STORIES !!!! (important soon)

40 mins later the follow - up of TO

@/ Larrysbestie28 finds the triangle reference.

The shoot features some white chucks we may have seen on a papwalk a few days prior and also had a Love Island headline 😉 (I'm literally laughing like an insane person right now)

Everyone was occupied with trying to see faces until someone debated looking into what Clegg also did - write books.

And then Lewis wants to kill us. (17:09 UK TIME)

I got the TO notification first (which could be because IG is a bit slower with notifications) before seeing that Louis posted a story too. (Counting one story 😉)

Now is the time to watch the video in the lilac link under the favorite tweet because you will see it is just around 40 seconds apart. How lucky would the TO scammer be to see that this fast (when notifications are slower?) and post it in under a minute.

Coincidentally so lucky with their tweets. ✨ 🤡

He also liked Zaras new pic and the timestamp 1:14 of the song shows these lyrics. (THE NEWEST CLOWN 🤡🤡🤡 🙂‍↕️)

Also the song is about a long-term relationship, you know.

And then he wants to kill me again. Posting a guitar picture on the day of AO posting a guitar picture.

SO UNLUCKY. THE UNIVERSE LITERALLY HATES THEM. (2nd story - NEW STORIES 😉)

And you know what this little shit does? He deleted the damn story again‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

(also look at what's scrabbled on it! please STFU)

SO SORRY IF IM CRASHING OUT BUT WE ARE LITERALLY RE - LIVING RBB AND LOUIS IS THE OBSERVER

You heard it here first. In a few years this will be head canon, you can all thank me later, hahhhahahahahahahhaha

Believe me @delicateperspective , @fookinhellcurlyyy and me are trying to debunk this (them more than me, I have to admit 😅)

but you know, I'm standing by it until proven otherwise.

And if this turns out to be fake, I am not ashamed of clowing. It's not delusional to hope that he revived RBB because we have a storm coming at us maybe (regarding bbg), hopefully this will end on a positive note.

Stay positive,

stay kind,

talk soon, peeps. 🫶🏻✨