#miss fame wallpapers

[roscvcins]

get to know the mun.

what's your phone wallpaper: cinnamoroll lockscreen + cinnamoroll background

last song listened to: 祝她 which is actually such a lovely song everyone go listen to it

currently reading: I feel like it's time for my annual t.gcf reread but also I'm too lazy to be currently reading anything rip my attention span has been shit

last movie: jackpot! (2024) which was a crazy ride but very very fun

last show: teacup. freaky scifi and I'm here for it. weirdly western media has been gettin me recently

how tall are you: 5'0 babyyyy

piercings/tattoos: nada, not even pierced ears fjdksajflsdkf I admit I'm a baby about pain

favorite color: red the blood of angry men

glasses/contacts: neither! I probably *should* have glasses cause astigmatism but it doesn't really bother me that much so I don't

last thing you ate: a mini pack of gummy bears. which, by the way, don't buy those packs, the plastic waste is insanity they're really putting 5 whole gummy bears into 1 plastic wrapper like please that's 1/3 of the bag -

current obsession: g.hg audiodrama (but maybe just ghg in general), trying to build main dps f.aruzan,

do you have a crush right now: do otome crushes count cause I just got the new sylus card yesterday so uhhhhh, actually i might be in love, so, you know XD

favorite fictional characters: h.ualian separately and together, j.ames t. k.irk (aos style I KNOW I KNOW I'M WILDIN), bai xiaojiu (whom this blog revolves around, honestly), p.ierre b.ezukhov (of russian lit fame), s.onya rostova (also of russian lit fame), w.en j.ianyan (who is truly too fun), ALL THE MUSES ON THIS DAMN BLOG BUT YOU ALREADY KNOW THAT SO SAYING IT IS BORING, also i'm incapable of sounding normal about j.iang c.heng and everyone who knows me knows that fact.

last place you traveled: Taiwan babyyyyyyyy (I miss Asia goddamn)

tagged by : I literally stole it tagging : you, if you're up for it

[one-silly-cart00nist]

Memory Lane [Velvet & Veneer]

Am I writing for Trolls? I guess so :'D Inspired by THIS fanart

Wordcount: 1.3k past bullying, hurt/comfort, mentions of canonical troll abuse

The cell is small and unceremonious. Cold most of the time. The space is empty, spare for a twin bed and a desk. White walls that could seriously use a wallpaper treatment but the torturing temptation to glamour this place up is probably part of the punishment. 

A guard shows up three times a day to escort them to the cafeteria and the showers. (Those are gross. No use without slippers.)

Overall it’s not that bad. 

Boring and dull. Sure. But honestly that’s a pleasant change from the hustle of fame. No schedules to attend to, no guilt crippling up your spine. 

He’ll miss the yachts, and the stylists, and the modelling gigs… but he’ll survive. 

His sister on the other hand… 

Velvet has fallen quieter ever since their sentence started. Once she finally accepted that making scenes won't get them out. He hated seeing her helpless but Velvet made it clear none of his attempts to play therapist will help. Not even a little “you’ll get wrinkles from frowning that much” nor a little shimmy to the beat of their favourite songs. 

If anything, bringing up music made it worse. 

Which made sense… 

Veneer too wished it wouldn’t have ended this way. He wished it would have ended sooner, the ethical crimes at least. If Velvet listened and they tried practice maybe none of this was necessary. They could have just asked the troll to teach them to sing! 

On a rare night when Veneer felt courageous enough to speak up, he suggested just so. But Velvet burst out laughing like that was the best joke she’s heard all year and rolled her eyes. “Why bother asking if you can just take it?” 

Back then that was all it took. One word from her made Veneer bite his tongue and lower his head. Because she wasn’t that wrong was she—it was nice, all the wealth, all the positive attention. He wasn’t used to the latter. 

Veneer didn’t care about fame as it was, not until he tasted it at least. But who wouldn’t want attention? Who wouldn’t want the world to echo with praises to their name? 

That’s what she promised. 

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Suburb house and dentists for parents. Not a pitiful life by any means. It still felt lonely spending half of their lives in school among kids who looked down upon them. At least they have each other. 

And sometimes that meant vibe checks at 1AM on the bathroom floor doing each other’s make up. Veneer’s favourite sibling bonding activity.

This time however the vibes were off. Deep blue. Less vibrant navy. 

Veneer could barely hold back hiccups, still too shaken to let go of the earlier events of that day. They were worse that day. Harsher than usual. Or maybe Veneer was just tired, weakened from the nonstop pushing and pulling, to have let them push him that far into the corner. 

“Are you gonna let him boss you around forever? Haven’t I told him off? Want me to bite harder next time?” 

Veneer shivers at the memory. Velvet’s teeth sunk into that guy’s forearm was terrifying but for wholly different reasons than what’s been going down beforehand. Now that he looks back it’s almost funny. “Geez girl you’ll get yourself expelled if you keep that up…”

“Perfect auditions backstory—kicked out of school, all hopes shattered but the humble dream of a star!” Velvet mused. 

“You’d have to survive mom’s lecturing first though,” Veneer teased her. A scoff is all he got in response, and the room fell quiet again. They’ve gotten quite loud with their conversation. If they don’t want to be caught here and now, they should tone it down. 

(And Veneer really doesn’t want to be seen like this—with eyeshadows and green nail polish. It’s a look for his own delight. For Velvet, when they pretend to be celebrities while they brush their teeth. For himself, to feel pretty.)

“Must I go to school tomorrow?” 

“Unless you want to be the one lectured…” Velvet echoes his own warning. 

“I’ll just get teased again…” 

He reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. Velvet stops him, slapping his hand away, waving her own hand as a reminder his polish is still wet. 

“What a drama queen. Like I won’t. Do you see me complaining?”

“Well… yeah. All the time.”

“Gah. Cause they’re just being awful,” she groans and rolls her eyes while her hand flies mindlessly into the air, sprinkling a few drops of nail polish onto the tiles. Mom will kill them if that leaves a stain. Velvet doesn’t notice. “But we’re better than them! We’re better—than anyone. We’ll make them see.” 

She always sounds so sure of herself, so ambitious. It’s something Veneer has a hard time pretending. He’s grateful to have a sister like her. Someone to help him stand up on his feet and push him forward. Even if he doesn’t always see or like where they’re headed. 

Everything is okay with Velvet there. She’s always there for him.

When the kids at school make fun of his love for dancing, Velvet’s there. Words sharp like razors but pointed away from him. 

When he comes home crying. And shuts himself in the bathroom because they still share a room even at fourteen and he doesn’t want a confrontation. There isn’t a no confrontation option when your sister is Velvet, though.

She’s here. 

On the cold tiled floor of their bathroom, in the nook furthest away from the door where she’d lured him out from underneath the sink. She’s not even complaining about interrupted beauty sleep. 

She grabs his chin with the hand that’s holding the brush, turning his head. Her eyes are intense for a moment, distant like she’s not even looking at him. And then she softens, leans back. Pats his cheeks for good measures before she returns to the task at hand. “Wrinkles. You don’t want them, Ven.”

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The world would see them and like them for a change. 

Veneer had to promise some things too: to stop crying at every mishap, to follow Velvet’s lead and never turn back. A compromise. 

First of many. Some more fair than the others. 

Guess there was a gradual change in attitude on her side throughout the years. Veneer wishes he would have noticed sooner. That he would have had it in himself to resist. But the truth is—he owes that part to someone else. 

They never asked for his name but Veneer thinks he caught it among all the chaos of that fateful Rage Dome performance. A troll named Floyd. Whom they have kidnapped, exploited, abused, and almost killed… Not proud of that one. 

Yet that little soft guy still spoke to Veneer’s heart in a moment of panic and desperation. Echoed words that were already there locked in the closet with everything else Veneer wasn’t ready to think about. Seeded a spark of hope. Not quite confidence, but close to it. 

How did a little guy like him see through Velvet better than her own brother…? 

Well he did spend months with them in the diamond prison. Must have heard enough. And he hadn’t known her at her best like Veneer did, so memories didn’t cloud his vision either. 

Who knows—maybe he had a sibling like her too and knew exactly what was going on. 

None of that matters anymore though. He did what he did. 

Veneer wonders if he’d have shared more wisdom, would they have had time. Would he have listened to him sooner. He almost regrets letting him free, but the keyword is almost. He looked so much happier hopping with his little friends than he was clawing at the perfume bottle walls. 

Too bad they got arrested right afterwards and Veneer hadn’t even had a proper chance to thank him. 

He hopes to meet him someday again. 

In better circumstances, but hopefully soon. 

[what-a-creative-user-nana]

LMK ep 4 Review

Major Lmk spoiler under cut <3

Banger introo i Love

xD Pigsy ranting abt a carrot???? "a BEEautiful CaRRoT" v

Also TANG <33

Lol i love that Tang's a pessimist xDD

HOLD ON HOL UP xDDD ThIS v

(im so sorry) GFJQEYGMEA

UhhH This Creepy LADy vv

UHH TANG STAY AWAY FROM HER

Also: This rando w/ the fierce LasHEss

Lol- B got RejEcTed by Tang <3333

UH PIG WHAT ARE YOU DOING v

THERE ARE DISGUSTING VEGGIES THERE PIGS R U DUMb???????

Tang *looks at the veggies*- Are you blind?

LooK In mY ~exClusiVe WaRES~-WOman?? Sthu v

SHE'S SHADY PIGSY U IDIOT

UGH PIGS NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID!! YOU GOT TANG CAPTURED!! v

YOU OWE HIM ~Free Noodles for life~

YUSS Mei the VIdeO Game Queen Pt. 2 +SAndy!!! v

Mk: GUYSSSSS!! PIGSY'S MISSING!! v

Mk: HE DIDNT OPEN THE SHOP THIS MORNING! v

D-Does he really open eVeRyDay??

This: ??? v

Mk: Oh, and I just realized now.. Tang is also missing.

WHY DID HE SAY IT LIKE THAT'S NOT A BIG DEAL!!! IT'S TANG!

Mk to Mei: Uh, how did you get these videoes? v

Mei: Oh, I attached cameras to you a while back. *says it like it's no biggie* v

We stan a protective quEEN

Uh, Speaking of Queen--- IS THAT THE SPIDER QUEEN THAT IVE HEARD SO MUCH ABT v

i KNEW she was shady- Also Mk: AAH SCARY NIGHTMARE HOLE!!

I just love Mk in this one

Mk: EW, A SPIDER DEMON? C'MON NO! eW, yuck- I hate spiders HATE HATE!! WITH THEIR EYES-AND FEET AND HAIRY BUTTS v

Can relateee

*Deep voice*- OPERATION: Safe-Tang-And-Pigsy-From-The-Nightmare-Hole™ v

ThIS GANGGG vv

Pedestrians beTTER RUN BC THE SANDY-CAT-DRAGON-BURST SQUAD IS ON THE WAYY

UH, FORGETTING ABT THE PIG 4 A SEC SOMEONE SAVE TANG AAAHHHH v

WELL, SQ, HOW U GON GET FAME BY KILLING PIGS AND TANGG???

XDDDD I SHOULD NOT BE LAUGHING BUT WHEN SQ SAID "~Dinner~" I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT "Heh, roast pig" WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME XDDSUGFUGMEIUG

Back to THE RESCUE SQUAD- YEAHAHH v

Uh, wow they.. uh.. just let themselves in- UM MK, MEI THAT"S NOT A VERY SAFE POSITION v

UH- LOSER! SHUT UPP v you areNOT ALL THAT

UUUUGHH TANGGG!! WHY WOULD U TELL HER MK's COMING!! Like ILY BUT you gotta learn to SHUT UP ;n; v

Tang: Don't worry, Pigsy. Mk's far too smart to fall for one of her traps!

*Meanwhile with Mk* v

Me w/ spiders: v

Mk: This place is full of WEBS AND HORROR (can relatee)

:OO ANgsty Nightmare FUEL???? v

Her: ~Don't tell me you're scared of SPIDERS!~ *gets all up in his face*

Me: BACK OFFFF

<YES THIS IS ALL PIGSY'S FAULT IHSFHAHHHHHHHHHH WHY U DUMBB>

OPERATION- Save-Mk-From-The-Nightmare-Hole™ v

<SQ: Hah, you're the kid Monkie King chose?

Mk: No, I'm the Monkie MANN>

I SHRIEKED- GET AWAY FROM HIMM vvvv

HAHAH THE SQUAD'S GONNA KILL YOUUUUu

<YAY RESCUE SQUAD SAVES THE DAY (heyy that rhymedd-ishh)>

Th-THis Picture is going on my Wallpaper RN~~ v

OPERATION- Rescue-Tang-And-Pigsy? v

YEAH! SUCCESS! (With absolutely no trauma to take home for later!!)

*Angry screaming at the sky*- SHE'S GONNA COME BACKKK!?!?!?!

Alrighty! I've hit my pic-limit soo I'm outie! Til next time~

[adventurousblur]

@badnikbreaker ✰ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ BLOOM

The room spins.

Wallpaper steadily morphs into a vast landscape, filled to the brim with viridescent meadows and sediment rock structures. The lake next to them is eerily still, yet pristine with how it reflects a hovering planet. Was it that time of the year already? He's surprised Amy didn't hassle him about it —

Sonic's thoughts still for the first time in many years. These . . . these weren't his gloves — or shoes. Or body.

Suddenly? There's a massive lump in his throat; the scintillating heat radiating from Earth's sun digs into his [ his? not his? ] dermis. Sudden discomfort turns into searing. scorching. TORMENT, as his vision abruptly straightens. A reflection of himself stands front and center, scrutinizing eyes portraying the sharpest of stares; Sonic doesn't even recognize the sky fur at first as black iris' enrapture his attention.

Disdain rears it's bastard head — he's evocating. But this isn't his memory; at least, not from the hero's perspective.

Pink legs collapse to the ground as past Sonic steps back. Her ivory muzzle is stained with tears [ when did that occur? ]. The weeping only grows more violent as he recedes further and further and further and further — this was Amy's memory, wasn't it? / the start of their cruel cat and mouse game. The game he lost because they found the bliss of dignity; amour propre.

There is no warning as the vision instantaneously stops — opposite to the agonizing mastication of his heart. Her words finally break through Sonic's pulsating, blaring pulse blocking auditory senses. It's downright cruel, the way her tone is melodic as Amy inquires —

ARE YOU GONNA MISS ME ?

Because she still loves him, even after everything. . . and somehow they still manage to surprise him to this day / with their seemingly never-ending love and patience.

He hates this. Hates how his body reacts / how his fists unclench / how his body automatically lightens at her soothing words. Sonic is staring straight at them — she's leaving, she's leaving, she's finally leaving because you practically ruined their life because you're / I DIDN'T WANT THIS

❝ I dunnoooooo . . . ❞ Grin causes canines to slightly escape; his claim-to-fame cobalt quills swish softly with the lean of Sonic's head. Every cell works overtime as to not shatter right now.

❝ — Of course I'm gonna miss ya Ames! ❞ Aching chest burns as bright as a supernova. He's ready to hurl up the lunch she graciously made before packing. ❝ What kinda pal would I be if I didn't? ❞

[robotpussy]

um i need to get all these thoughts out of my head like right now so:

im so hungryyyy and i miss barbados. i miss the smell of the sea. also there's a sunset. I love sunsets, its my favourite part of any day. if it were possible i would live in a world where the sky is orange and the sun is setting permanently. its not gone! but its not fully in my face either. but

back to my hunger, i would like a ham and cheese panini right, but i have no bread or ham to make one :/ and i don't wanna go outside but i just ordered some groceries but its too late to make additions or cancel it 💔 oh well.

I think I'm gonna have pasta tonight. life feels so different now that I'm using older technology again. I'm less stressed, nothing in life matters, its just me and my CDs and my bliss wallpaper with my scooby doo 2 music player skin.

i wonder how long the Hollywood walk of fame is, every week somebody gets their star.... it must be an entire neighbourhood atp

i have conditioned myself to only enjoy being outside on the weekends, if i go out during the week i am miserable, I'm not sure why - is this what working a real job has done to me? perhaps, but I've always been this way. and its not like i do anything more than stop at McDonalds and sleep on the 4 buses i have to take to get home.

i love feeling nostalgia, its such a warm feeling.. even if i am blocking out the terrors of that time,at least i can remember what it was like to play wii party on a Friday night. i think DVD and 2d animation needs huge revivals, but that's already been said a million times.

its been one of my biggest dreams to drive a 70s Harley Davidson or a Cadillac through a desert, with queens of the stone age and jimi hendrix blasting from the radio. i love deserts actually, they seem quiet.

ok i think im done

[biglisbonnews]

Terri Joe Isn't Iconic, She's Psyiconic In 2022, TikTok found its unlikely host: a “devout Christian, Caucasian, heterosexual woman” by the name of Terri Joe. Even though Terri Joe found fame and notoriety on the platform, she was not too pleased with what she saw there. TikTok, after all, is overwhelmed by a constant flow of foolishness: Fleeting trends, trauma dumps, the whole world in synchronous and embarrassing choreo. Terri Joe was there to wake the TikTok community up from its sinful, silly slumber. Sitting coolly in front of her shabby floral wallpaper, adorned with not much more than a wig and a glare, Terri Joe goes on TikTok Live roughly between 10 PM and 2 AM CET, usually four days per week. Don’t worry if you miss it live, though. A dedicated community of stans watches every stream and posts all the best moments for posterity — highlights that largely consist of Terri Joe decrying the many “hommasexyuhs” (see: gays) who torment her. Clips from Terri Joe's Lives with Madonna, Doja Cat, Hunter Schafer and other celebrities have helped turn Terri Joe into a perennial meme and catch the eyes of everyone from Ziwe to Lizzo. But even as her brushes with the rich and famous have supercharged her ascent, it’s Terri Joe herself who’s the main attraction. Whether she’s talking to Bob The Drag Queen or a giddy normie, all who enter a Terri Joe Live receive the same treatment: a southern belle’s righteous flogging, interrupted only momentarily by the slight quiver of her lip before she finally breaks character. Keeling over to the corner of the screen, Terri Joe lets out one cathartic laugh before she returns to form. Related | Met Gal Behavior With Hal BaddieTerri Joe is no true preacher’s daughter. She spawns from the mind of Kelon, a shy, bubbly 27-year-old hailing from Houston. Kelon worked in tech before going viral on TikTok, but now he’s a full-time internet personality with more than a million followers on his main account @_psyiconic. And while Terri Joe is his most famous character, you can also find him on Live as Terri Joe's cousin Jeorgia Peach, an LA party girl perpetually blessed with a neon pink glow, or as her doppelganger Amethyst Jade, a goth girl vampire currently haunting Salem, Massachusetts.PAPER talked to Kelon about life before TikTok superstardom, the mechanics of the improv and the method behind the madness — one that appears to be refreshingly unmethodical. The “Terri-verse,” as fans have dubbed Terri Joe’s cinematic realm, is sprawling and complex, but it truly is created “on the fly.” In fact, Kelon doesn’t even think about the Lives during the day. When he goes on Live, he “blacks out” and lets the story flow. Nothing, not even the most absurd interaction, seems to faze him, let alone his interfacing with superstars.Which is probably why the whole thing proves so consistently thrilling. In an era overrun by hyper-strategic influencers and “content creators,” maybe the most genuine thing you can be is a person in a wig with a haphazard knowledge of the Gospel and an unflinching commitment to the bit.Welcome to the Terri-verse. Like our own, it’s ever-expanding.Describe the first time you went on TikTok Live. Were you in character?I have no clue. I started going Live while I was working for this little tech startup job and it was annoying as hell. So it came from me needing an outlet. It was something fun to do after I got out of work. And I'm not even that kind of person. It’s not in my personality to be happy on camera and be doing dumb stuff. Well, I guess it is now. But even right now, like [this Zoom interview] is awkward for me. Not because of you or anything. I just feel awkward because being on camera is weird. But when it's Terri, it’s different, because it's not me. So I really don't remember how I started going on Live. I just decided to do it and then it all snowballed from there. So did the Lives start with Terri? Did you already have the character developed? It wasn't really Terri per se. It was just me in a wig and clothes that I perceived as more feminine. And it was just me talking to people. I was talking in a normal voice and everything. But I never gave the person I was portraying a name until a little bit later. Did you know starting out that this character you were portraying would be a conservative Christian and homophobic?[Laughs] It actually didn’t start off with Terri, but with Jeorgia Peach. It started with that background and with me talking to random people and saying the most random things. And then one day I decided it would be funny to just throw on a grandma costume that I had and a raggedy wig and just go on Live. I think I was loosely basing it off of a character from my favorite TV show True Blood. So I was like, “Yeah, I'm a Christian.” And I think I just was randomly blurting out stuff like I usually do. And it just stuck.Did you ever know anyone in your real life who had those beliefs? No, literally no one in my life is like that. My parents and family members are religious and believe in God, but none of them are devout Christians. They don't go to church every day. I've never met a person like that actually, so I don’t even know where that came from. ​When you started going on Live, did you immediately know that this was something special and would take over your life? I don't even think I’ve even processed that to this day. I didn't expect anything. I never expect anything in life. But I didn’t think this would go as far as it did. I was just turning on the camera and being dumb and people loved it. And then they wanted more. And then they started supporting me financially to be able to do this full-time. That I would say is the biggest impact that this has had on my life. I don’t have to work a “real job,” which I hated. I hated working. So that was the most impactful thing that came from this. When you realized that this could be your professional work, did that change how you acted on live or thought about it? Did it make you more strategic?No. [Laughs] When I do interviews, I feel like people expect me to be more calculated with what I'm doing, but it's not like that. Everything happens on the fly. Everything is spontaneous. Nothing I ever did was thought out at all. It just happens. I think of it as like improv. And I think that's why people enjoy it. They like the unexpected.Terri Joe and all your characters have had some pretty dramatic storylines develop. Are those also spontaneous?Yeah, nothing is planned. I don’t even think about it at all during the day, because I usually go Live late at night. Even the kidnapping things or the stuff about Terri’s dad dying. Everything happens either on the spot or right before. Right before the Live I’m like, “What can I say when I start this live?"What about with some of the people who you go on live with often and have storylines with, like Tyler who Terri “dated” for some time, or Patty Puffs? Do you ever reach out to them offline?I do talk with the people I go on Live regularly with. They’re my friends. We have each other's numbers. We talk through DMs on Instagram, but we never talk about the Lives and say what we're gonna do. It just happens on the spot.Did you spend a lot of time online? Online wasn't even a thing when I was a kid. I spent most of my time watching TV like Disney Channel. I’m 27 years old, so I didn't get my first phone ‘til I was in the 12th grade. I was not really ever on the internet like that. I was really just sitting in front of the TV and watching Disney Channel most of the time, mostly That's So Raven, which I attribute to the things that I'm doing — like character work. [Raven Symoné] would do that all the time: play random characters and do the most random things.What was your life like before going viral?It was almost the same, to be honest. I don't really do extravagant things. Just like hanging with friends on days that I wasn't working. Getting drunk. Basically just doing the normal things that people do.The only difference is that I was actually working a normal job, which was excruciatingly painful for me. I mean it was fine, because the job was not even that hard. It was just driving around in a car, but it got very boring and tedious because you could only drive like 15 miles per hour. You couldn't look in any direction but forward. I was still going Live while having a job, but I noticed that I started getting [TikTok] “gifts” from people and the gifts could be transferred to cash. The money was like the same amount or more than I was making at my eight-hour job. So I was like, Why would I be working? I just quit the same day, no two-weeks notice. I was just like, “Okay, bye.” I took that leap of faith. And the gift money is very fickle. But I just trusted that it would work out. And it did. Were your friends and family surprised by this life pivot? I wouldn’t say they were surprised, because they've always been urging me and encouraging me to do social media things. I would always be like, “That would be so easy for me to do because I’m so likable and people love me.” [Laughs] I’m just kidding. I just felt like it would be like a fun thing to do. I would always be telling everybody growing up that I was gonna be famous one day. And then it happened. And I've said it so much that they were not shocked at all. They were more like, “Okay, you said you're gonna do it and you did it. And that's that.” They ask about it sometimes, but it's just like another job to them honestly. So you weren't an influencer before? Not really. No. I don't remember the last time I posted on Instagram. Like it was in 2016. And I rarely used any other apps. I watched people, but I never really posted, which is why I'm saying this, now, is so out of the ordinary for me. It’s interesting that you always knew you could be big on social media, even though you weren't really on social media yourself.It was more so famous. I wasn't saying I was gonna be a social media influencer at all. It was just that I was gonna be someone.Did you have a vision of who that person would be?No, actually. I just knew it would happen. Once, when I was in middle school, I had a substitute teacher. She was doing roll call and she stopped at my name. She paused and looked at me and she was like, “You're gonna be famous one day.” And I was like, “Okay?” Sometimes I think about that and I’m like, Was she psychic or something?I've always felt like that. I think most kids think, I want to be like an actor. I want to be on the Disney Channel. I want to be like all these other celebrities. I just had that in the back of my head. And I kind of manifested it.TikTok is where your work happens. But the clips are all over Twitter and the internet. Do you remember when you started realizing that your characters were having a life outside of TikTok? Yeah, I started getting texts from my cousins and other friends who were like, “Is this you?” They were sending me videos of me on Twitter. And I was like, “Wait, what?” I literally didn't even have a Twitter. I have Twitter now, but I don't ever use it because I really don't know how to use it.People would send me videos that were posted or reposted on there. And then people in the comments were like, “Who is this? Where can I find this person? This person is so funny.” And then I saw my Reddit, and all kinds of crazy things. I still don’t understand it, to be honest.Have you spent any time on your Reddit board?No, I'm scared. I don't even know what Reddit is. I didn't even have an account. One of my friends tells me what he sees on it. But I never looked at it for myself. I just made a Discord because my fans made a Discord [server] for me. And I was not in it for the longest time, but then I went in there and was just seeing what they were talking about, which actually is kind of a secret because I don't want them to know that I'm in it, but I am. You periodically get banned from TikTok. Do you understand why?I know exactly why. [Laughs] I mean, it makes sense. I'm never upset about it. I say the most outlandish things. I say very crude things and very sexual things all the time. So it makes a lot of sense that they ban me every time I go live. It comes with the territory. That's why I have like eight accounts. When I get banned, I just hop to the other accounts.You're such a staple of TikTok, though. You would think that TikTok would want to keep you happy. Has anyone from TikTok reached out? Yeah, I have a TikTok Live manager or point person. She works [at TikTok] and she talks to me about the Lives sometimes. But we never talked about me being exempt from being banned because it wouldn’t be fair. I do violate the community guidelines, and if they do it for me, they have to do it for other people, too. So I don't really mind.Your interviews with celebrities helped to bring your work to the wider world. What was the first one? And how did you start going on Live with more celebrities? I think Doja Cat was the first celebrity I went Live with. I was just on Live one night and that’s when I was literally having like 2,000 people on my Live. People were commenting, “Doja Cat is here!” And I was like, “Yeah, sure. And I'm Beyoncé.”I thought they were lying, but then I saw her commenting, and I was like, “Wait, what?” So then I just added her to the Live and when I added her, her following came to the Live and they were watching us interact with each other. And then she joined again a few more times. That's where it snowballed, because her following came to me and they enjoyed our interactions together. And then they posted it everywhere, and then others slowly saw it and were like, This person is funny. I want to go Live with him as well. Or that’s what I assume, because I don't really have any contact with any of them beforehand. They just show up and I add them.Were you nervous when you first got on camera with Doja Cat?Yeah, the first time I was, because I was like, Wait, this is literally Doja Cat and she's here. But I wanted her to have the experience that she was looking for, which was just going back and forth, the banter. I didn’t want to be like, “‘Oh my God Doja Cat!” the whole entire time and be annoying. And I honestly don't even see celebrities like that. I'm not a fanboy type of person. They're just people. I may like their music. I may like their work, but I'm not going to attack them. And I think they enjoy that aspect as well.Was there a celebrity who you had an especially good time with and you felt like really got it?Doja Cat. She just likes to talk. She says crazy things, too. The back-and-forth just works. I don't ever feel like there's a moment where I'm trying to force the conversation with her and force it to work, you know? It doesn't feel like work. It just flows. I was so gagged when Madonna did poppers on camera with you.Yeah. I thought that was so funny because I was like, “Wait, what?” I saw her while she was doing it and I was like, “Wait, are you literally doing poppers on Live like, what is this?” And the fact that she didn't get banned for that was hilarious. Yeah, that was amazing.One of my favorite things about the Terri character especially is it seems like she knows every lyric of every song ever. Is music really important to you?I wouldn't say that it's that important, but I do like music. If you notice, there's a running theme with what I say. I do enjoy things, but I don't really delve that far into it. I do enjoy music, but I think what people are intrigued by is the music that I'm singing. I'm interested in all kinds of music, almost every genre. So I feel like that's where people are like, “Wait, how do you know these random songs? It doesn't make sense.” But I've always been like that. I've always listened to the weirdest music. Or not weird, but eclectic.​You’re always singing Lana. It’s my favorite part of your Lives because it’s such a dramatic and funny juxtaposition with Terri, who’s usually more uptight. Are you not a real-life Lana stan then? Oh, yeah, for sure. With Lana, I know every single one of her songs and I know them all by heart. I was just playing a game with my friend where I guess the song they're playing when they’re shuffling through all of her discography. It was like two seconds of them playing a Lana song and I could guess which song it was. Yeah, I’m a really big fan of hers. But I'm not like a “stan” person. I don't even know when her new album will come out. But I know that she is coming out with another album, and I will be listening to it. But I'm not looking for it and searching for it.Do you dream of interviewing her? No. [Laughs] I want to, sure, but I'm not like, “I need that to happen.” Actually one of my followers is friends with her and she showed [Lana] my videos. And she was filming her. I don't remember what she said. I don't think she said anything. She was just laughing. But yeah, I would love to go Live with her one day if that was possible. But if it doesn't, that's fine as well. So you don't have a dream interview? You don't think about that? No.Most people you go Live with are just random people, and most of the interactions are pretty surreal. I was on one a few weeks ago where some guy kept asking to marry Jeorgia. Lately, I don't even remember. I just black out whenever I go Live. So people will tell me, “Oh, this one was so funny.” And I'm like, “That happened?” So nothing pops up in your mind from one of your Lives that is particularly crazy or memorable? Well, I do have one I just thought of right now, but it's not safe for work at all. But there was one time I went Live with this guy and he was wearing gym shorts and nothing under. And he was jumping around. I'm sure you can deduce what was happening while that was happening.Yeah, people can get pretty wild on your Lives. I guess they have an expectation of what the experience is going to be like, and they come in with a certain energy? Yeah, I think it's just that most of the people have never seen me before, but when I click to add their Lives, they can see how many people are in my Live. I think that's where that energy comes from. They’re like, “I have to be crazy. I have to get these people to like me. I have to have this be a funny or shocking thing.” I think that's where it comes from.Do you have an internal sense of how to keep things entertaining? Is there a signal that’s like, “Okay, it's time to move on or this isn't working?”It's only when I get bored. When I get bored from talking to a person, I'm just like, “Okay, bye,” and just go on to the next one. You can see it in the comments as well. People are like, “Next!” So I’ll be like, “Let's do a battle.” I'm like, “Want to do a battle?” and I just end the Live, because they think I'm going to press the button to do a battle, but I'm actually ending it with that. I feel like that's the least awkward way to end the Live. So now that's been a signal from the comments to me. They're like, “Battle! Battle!” But I don’t really listen to them most of the time. If I still want to talk to the person, I'm going to. But yeah, usually it’s when I get bored or when I see the comments and people are like, “Okay, we’re done. Let’s go to the next person.” Which actually pisses me off.Talk more about how you react to your viewers' comments during your Lives. It sounds like you follow their directives, but you also feel complicated about it?Sometimes it upsets me, because I’m just like, “Shut up and enjoy the show!” But most times when they’re like “This person is boring,” I’m like, “Yeah.” Usually, when they’re feeling it, I’m feeling it, too.Is there a certain trait in people you look for when you go on Live and know, “Okay this is going to be good?”It’s usually — and this is horrible to say — like older people. Like people in their 30s and above. They just really don’t understand what’s happening. They’re a little confused and I just play off them being confused and say the most outlandish things to them and try to get their reaction. The people I enjoy going on Live with the most are the people who have no clue what’s going on. They’re just going with it as if I’m a real Christian person who’s saying these things to them. I like their reaction to that.Okay, so you’ve built this whole Terri Joe Cinematic Universe — I don’t even think I built that. The people built that. I just gave them the material and they did the Terri-verse thing. I went along with it. I give them credit for that.But do you have active plans about where it’s going to go? Is your work going to expand off of TikTok? Are there any plans you can share? I would like to see it stay on TikTok but also expand, because something that is stagnant for a long time gets boring. I would like to see it travel further than that. I know some people have concerns about that. Like if you go to a network or a different platform, they’re going to try to dull everything down and ruin everything. But I personally wouldn’t work with anybody where I couldn’t have almost full creative control. That would be dumb. I’m already doing what I’m doing now, so I wouldn’t relinquish the reigns of what I’m doing to someone just for them to fuck it up. I would like to see it go somewhere else and I’ve been talking to some people about that, but there’s nothing definite. Is there a dream form for the characters? A TV show? Movie? Podcast? No. I feel like all of it! Why not all of it? I feel like I could transfer it to a lot of things, it’s just how. We haven’t figured that out yet.I want to put in my two cents for a club night somewhere hosted by Jeorgia. I mean, it would be fun. I’m just terrified to be Jeorgia anywhere because she’s like, “I have a BBL,” and I show up and I’m like [hunches his shoulders] built like Zoidberg. [Laughs] I guess that would be funny as well: for her to have all this surgery and then I show up looking crazy. I think that would be funny, but I don’t think people enjoy her as much as Terri. I know there are people who do, because people are always like, “Are you going to do Jeorgia tonight?” But I feel like there are more people who like Terri than the other characters. But I would do that because that does sound fun.Stand-up?I don’t think I could ever do stand-up. I think I would cry actually, because you have to set up jokes and nothing I ever do is set up. I don’t think I could even do that. Everything I do is on the fly. I never tried though, either. I think I have stage fright. I haven’t been on a stage in forever, but I’m pretty sure I have stage fright.​Are people recognizing you now on the street? Does that also make you nervous? It makes me a little nervous, especially if I feel like I don’t look how I should look in the moment. If somebody asks for a picture, I’m like, “Yeah, sure,” but in my head, I’m like, No! But people do recognize me and I always say, “Yes,” and I always try to give them the best experience or the experience they want from me. I think there are some people who are a little scared to come up and talk to me. They think I am how I am on the internet and will be rude to them, but I’m literally the complete opposite. I’m a very sweet and nice person if you meet me in person.Going off of that: Are there any big misconceptions you’d like to clear up about how you are as a person outside of these characters? That would be the main one. I think people know that now, but the biggest one is that they think I’m a horrible person or a rude person or a mean person or that I’d judge them if they came up to me, but I’m literally not like that at all.Terri Joe doesn’t exist in your mind?No. Not at all. I was literally like — wait I can’t say that. Wait I can! [Laughs] This interview is literally for PAPER and I was like, “I can’t talk about PAPER!” But [the PAPER team] was asking me to do these little videos here and there of me being Terri or saying something Terri would say, and I was like, “I don’t even know.” It’s just whenever this camera or this little setup is on and I have that wig on and I see myself in the camera, she takes over and I’m not even there anymore. I don’t even know what I talk about, to be honest. I think that’s the biggest misconception. The characters are not me and I am not them. They may be a piece of me, but I’m my own person.I feel like what you’ve done is really inspiring. You’ve made this whole thing happen and had so much fun doing it. Do you have any words for someone who wants to put themselves out there and perform and make art or comedy, but may be nervous to do so? I would say, “Just do it!” Me being Nike. [Laughs] Because most people want to do things. I’ve been saying I want to do stuff on social media for years, and the day I started doing it was the day it took off. People get in their heads about how it’s going to be perceived, but you need to not worry about that and just have fun with it. And the people who like it will come and the people who don’t like it can die. I’m just kidding! But just start and when you start, keep doing what you want to do. Don’t try to change what you’re doing to appease other people, because that will take the fun out of it away from you.Photography: Oscar OukStyling: Abby BencieHair: John NovotnyMakeup: Christyna KaySet design: Seamus SlatteryPhoto assistance: Alex KalbStylist assistance: Kelsey LoganProduction assistance: Em Marie Canon, Noelle Heriveaux, Gabrielle NarcisseEditor-in-chef: Justin MoranEditorial producer: Alyson Cox https://www.papermag.com/terri-joe-2659305290.html

[mishatanner]

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[pennzance]

Ghostbusters: Port Huron (Episode 1)

Episode 1: The House in Avoca

Date: July 20th, 1998

Incident Report written by Eric

Today was our first job as a team. Orientation was a breeze and we all found our roles pretty easily. Jeremy is on Tech, Amber is our Ace, Bryan’s an asshole (every team needs one, apparently), and I talk.

I’ll admit, I was looking for an easy gig. Chasing down breezes and creaking timber in old houses for decent pay? Sign me up. I didn’t think this stupid town was important enough to actually have hauntings in it. It’s Port Huron for cripes sake! The ONLY important thing we have is a bridge to Canada. Well, two now. They just opened the second one last year. I’m not much of a driver, so I don’t know if it affected traffic a lot, but whatever not the point.

We got our first call to a place in Avoca. This is a one-horse town that sold the horse a long, long time ago. Literally a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it town. And I know, because we did. Twice. I’m not letting Bryan write down the directions anymore, that’s for sure. I might also not let Jeremy drive anymore. He insisted on having the siren blaring the whole way, and it was a half-hour drive. My poor brain.

The house was owned by a newly married couple that had moved in to get away from the bustle of Detroit. The husband commutes an hour to work now every day and the wife seems dead set on macrame as her way to fame and fortune. I don’t judge. They complained about one of the walls seeping slime of some sort, and said they had a plumber look at it and he recommended us. They tried calling the Flint branch and got referred to us since we just opened.

I kept talking while the others went off one what I assumed was a wild goose chase. Ghosts aren’t really REAL, right? Well, that’s what I was thinking until Jeremy, big hairy scary Jeremy, let out the most girlish scream I have ever heard in my life and went barreling out the door. Before I could process what was happening, there was a high-pitched noise and all my arm hair stood on end as Amber lit up the place with a Proton Pack.

“What’s happening?” I shouted over the sound of wallpaper being scorched by science.

“Free floating entity!” Amber shouted back. “I think we woke it up!”

And that’s when I saw it. Ugly, purple, lumpy and drooling. A little see-through, but absolutely, undeniably there. My first reaction? Honestly? I thought ‘Crap, this is going to be a REAL job, isn’t it?’

Jeremy came back, which was good since he had our second Proton Pack. He was also angry. Or embarrassed? Probably both.

He and Amber blasted the entity while it tried to vomit slime onto Bryan. They took a lot of the fight out of it, and a lot of the joy out of our clients as they also blasted a cabinet full of very nice-looking China.

Amber and Jeremy pinned it down while Bryan and I cleared space for the trap. It was just like the training, really, just with a lot more screaming and crying. We popped open the trap and the entity got sucked up. Mission accomplished! End of report.

ADDITIONAL: Eric neglected to get the clients to sign any of the indemnity paperwork that is standard in a job like this. As a result, payment for the call was waived and damages awarded as per franchisee paperwork section C. Eric was reminded that the pre-case work paperwork is mandatory. – Stephen Kaye

[queenseditz-blog]

miss fame lockscreens;

like/reblog | cr. @nctawgi

[hereforlgbt]

♔art drag plus classical art♔

I've made these ones with all my heart, hope you all appreciate as much as me!

[sounwise]

It was one of those nights in New York when it seemed like the whole city was focused on just one person. Every time I flicked through the channels of the TV in my hotel room there he was. It was like a speeded-up version of Anthology, one minute he was playing “Hey Jude,” the next he was a mop top on the Ed Sullivan show, then he was on the roof of Apple, then meeting the Maharishi, then waving to the audience as he made his way from the stage at Candlestick Park. Images of Paul that were so well known to me and everyone else of my generation that they have become more than pictures of the Beatles. They are the wallpaper of our lives, they shaped the cultural landscape […] As I showed a full house of passes and accreditation to the third rank of vetters and checkers [at the Waldorf ahead of Paul’s Rock & Roll Hall of Fame induction], wading through oceans of packed snappers standing six deep behind barriers, the first faces I saw in the foyer were those of two legends, Jimmy Page and Ahmet Ertegun. I made my way through to the green room, which tonight was just a glorified holding area for the world’s music elite. There was Neil Young, Bono, Eric Clapton, Bruce Springsteen, Billy Joel, Robbie Robertson, a movie star or two for good measure, and still they were arriving. In the corner stood Sir George Martin, elegant and virtually immobile in all the chivvying for places, the preening and the posturing. He too was being honoured tonight. He turned to me and quietly said in his distinctive and measured tones, “Just wait to see how this lot react the minute Paul arrives.” I didn’t know quite what he meant. (continued under the cut)

[—from Paul McCartney: Now & Then, Tony Barrow and Robin Bextor]

Five minutes later I saw it exactly. A huge whisper ran around the room. I hadn’t heard anything like it since I was at school and the classroom had been left unattended; when the teacher was on his way the classroom went from activity to silence. And so did the green room. The expectation was enormous, and then through the door waltzed, well, actually, more sort of glided, the object of all our attention. And the entire collection of noble rock stars just froze. The silence was palpable. Paul McCartney stood just to the side of the doorway, his daughter Stella at his side. He looked slighter than you would imagine, wearing a grey suit and T-shirt; he was talking to Stella, yet his raised-eyebrowed eye somehow scanned the room at the same time. It was uncanny how the whole room was there to pay deference to this man, just as the awaiting media were. The musicians in the room, big stars, genuinely famous across the planet and rightly full of their own achievement, seemed to unite in recognising that there was the head boy, the role model that defined pop star, that personified creativity, songwriting and fame. Paul seemed to barely acknowledge the effect he had on the gathering; he didn’t miss a beat. Just nodded vaguely in my direction and then went into a huddle with George Martin before the huddle became a scrum and the gathering just focused on him. […] McCartney further defied the Hall of Fame’s Oscar-night formality by calling his daughter to the podium. Stella wore a T-shirt that bore the legend “About fucking time.” As it was completely at odds with American Network TV sensibilities, they tastefully whited-out the offending word. But when Paul returned to the press room, back from the main hall where the awards had been handed out, he insisted on having Stella close by his side throughout. The press, eager to get a picture without the T-shirt, yelled at him to stand away or for her to move out of the way. To English ears they sounded incredibly rude. Charming, smiling, he simply said, “Goodbye fellas,” and was gone. I later saw him still in a huddle with George Martin, but pausing every sentence or two to check on Stella, obviously delighted to be out with his daughter. The public part of the evening saw him playing on stage with the band well after TV recording had finished; then while most of the gathering was still looking to get a final glimpse of the Beatle, Paul was gone, ever the master at leaving a party. The evening finished as it had begun for me, walking back through the now quiet streets of Manhattan. On the hotel TV there was still a Beatles fest going on. I supposed it was the same person in the pictures.

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 6: Cemetery Boys

CemeteryBoysGB

Have you seen this? I'm so proud of them

TimeOut NY reports that the group behind the hit album "Free Will," will be playing a sold out show at Madison Square Garden September 18. Comprised of brothers, Sam Winchester (percussion) and Dean Winchester (guitar, vocals), Benny Lafitte (bass), Garth Fitzgerald IV (guitar), and Castiel Shurley (keyboard), the Cemetery Boys sat down with TimeOut to discuss their sudden fame and their plans to shake up the music industry.

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Dennyspancakes

Dean said Benny gets stage fright and he sits with him in a quiet place before each performance??? Im going to launch myself into the sun

TeamFreeWill

athssklansjdisjkfjah

AgentSwift

Dean sits with him because he is an exceptionally kind person. I wouldn’t read too much into it.

Benjaminwinchestr

i just love that D & B sit that close together without even thinking about it. Yup nothin to see here officer, just two boys sitting this close together cause it's not gay

AFollyofFizzles

It's a little gay

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Winfit2000

Title: Lost at Sea

Rating: Explicit

Length: 120,000 words

Summary: Fed up with his life in 18th century high society, Dean's plan is simple: sneak out during his brother's 14th birthday ball and stowaway on The Louisiana.

And all goes to plan, that is, until his ship is invaded by the notorious pirate, Benny Lafitte, and his crew.

Notes: Here it is, my BDBB fic! It's been a labor of love for so many months, I'm so relieved it's done. Go check it out and @sogetthis's fantastic art!

Tag list under the cut

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Cemetery Boys Retweeted

Saturday Night Live - SNL @nbcsnl

Thank you all, @VictorHenriksen and @cbboys for an amazing #snlpremiere ! Thanks for watching, goodnight!

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Dean Winchester @Impala67

Replying to @nbcsnl

Had a blast at #SNL! Shoutout to @cajunvamp for missing his cue cause he was staring at Andrea Kormos

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Benny Lafitte @cajunvamp

Replying to @Impala67

Why you gotta call me out like that, man?

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Dean Wincheter @Impala67

Replying to @cajunvamp

One word: Purgatory

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Benny Lafitte @cajunvamp

Replying to @Impala67

Fair.

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Benny Lafitte @cajunvamp

Replying to @cajunvamp

Wait. I thought you owed me for saving your hide in Purgatory?

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Dean Winchester @Impala67

Replying to @cajunvamp

Don’t make me bring @ihatethursdays into it

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Benny Lafitte @cajunvamp

Replying to @Impala67

Ha! You know he doesn’t use Twitter.

Benjaminwinchestr

How did a PWP about Benny getting nervous before SNL get so angsty? This was supposed to be short! Anyway, have some smut, bitches ~

Keep reading

SpoopysofLove

So hot! Bravo.

AFollyofFizzles

The cuddling at the end killed me. I am dead.

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Fandom

Ships

Week Ending October 8th, 2021

1. Winfit +7 Dean Winchester & Benny Lafitte, The Cemetery Boys

2. Buddie -1 Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1

3. Supercorp +2 Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor, Supergirl

4. Suselle -2 Susie & Noelle, Deltarune

5. Bakudeku -2 Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Boku No Hero Academia

CemeteryBoysGB

Here I am making a uquiz in the year of our lord 2021. Please take it. I am so bored.

Plus you know you want to find out which Cemetery Boy you are

Winfit2000

I got Benny!

Deanspie

You are the heart of the group, the glue that holds all your friends together. Where would they be without you? Probably in their own separate garage bands.

I’m actually not too bummed about getting Garth

AFollyofFizzles

Omg I got Dean

Deanspie

@AFollyofFizzles brb dying

AgentSwift

Apparently I am most like Sam.

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Dennyspancakes

Super nervous, but here’s my first Cemetery Boys art!

Image description: Dean, Benny, Garth, Sam, and Castiel playing in a graveyard using instruments made of bones.

Tag list under the cut

CemeteryBoysGB

Amazing! I looove this idea

AgentSwift

This is wonderful. You perfectly captured Sam’s face when he gets to use the gong.

Cajunwonderkind

Do you mind if I use this as my desktop wallpaper? All of the other art I like is shippy and super NSFW lol

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AgentSwift

I have written a short story about Dean and Castiel’s first meeting and first kiss ten years later.

Keep reading

CemeteryBoysGB

Ooh, a rarepair out in the wild! Love it.

TeamFreeWill

Almost passed this up because of the ship, but I’m a sucker for 1st person POV. Your Dean voice was on fucking point. Your Cas needs work tho

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Cemetery Boys - Fenris

191,021 views ● October 31, 2021

Listen to the newest album “Free Will” out now!

Winfit2000

I did not expect them to do a Teen Wolf spin with the Fenris vid and now I’m having 2012 Tumblr flashbacks with all these gifs

HarryPooper

At least they had more than Teen Wolf’s $5 budget

PumpkinheadSam

Do you think Dean or Benny had any idea this would convert hundreds of furries into CB fans??

AgentSwift

What are furries?

CemeteryBoysGB

Oh my sweet summer child.

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BenjaminWinchestr

[its_happening.gif]

Okay, yes I know I’ve been reading this with my shipper glasses surgically glued to my head, but COME ON how else are we going to read this???

Deanspie

What’s happening??? I’ve been stuck at work all day

BenjaminWinchestr

Paps caught Benny walking into a jewelry store with Castiel. They specialize in rings!

TeamFreeWill.

I still don’t get it

BenjaminWinchestr

Dean and Castiel have been friends for ages - he was the first person Dean & Sam got to join the band

IF Benny was buying a ring, who do you think he’d go for advice on what to get Dean???

TeamFreeWill

Sam?

BenjaminWinchestr

I’ve seen Sam’s hair. If he can’t get a good hairdresser, he for sure can’t pick out a ring

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Dean Winchester @Impala67

I said yes!

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Benny Lafitte @cajunvamp

Replying to @Impala67

Congrats, brother! @ihatethursdays is finally making an honest man out of you #Destiel

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Sam Winchester @lawboy

Replying to @Impala67

About time guys. Is that a real hashtag? #Destiel

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Rowena @megacoven

Replying to @Impala67

You know what would be a great song to play at your wedding? My duet with Tweety Pie. #Destiel

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Garth Fitzgerald IV @MrFizzles

Replying to @Impala67

Congratulations!!! I’ve never seen you both happier <3 #Destiel

Winfit2000

[emma_stone_crying.gif]

No words

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CemeteryBoysGB

HOLD ON - according to Dean and Castiel’s interview with GLAAD, it took them ten years to get together. Dean has tattoos of a flaming star and Cas’s handprint.

Why is this familiar?

TeamFreeWill

@AgentSwift wrote a fic with that!

CemeteryBoysGB

That’s it! @AgentSwift what gives?

PumpkinheadSam

@AgentSwift

Dennyspancakes

@AgentSwift

VampirePirateFacts

@AgentSwift

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CemeteryBoysGB

CASTIEL HAS A TUMBLR.

AFollyofFizzles

[Dean_Screaming.gif]

CemeteryBoysGB

“Why Twitter?” Dean repeats, considering the question. He looks over at Castiel, who shrugs. “I see it as the best, most direct way to communicate with the fans. And I made the announcement because Cas is pretty much only on Tumblr, which is anonymous, so we couldn't say it there. He only follows a few fan accounts, anyway.” - US Weekly

I’M BEING PERSONALLY ATTACKED BY DESTIEL (affectionate)

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[ms-indifferwnt]

I’m Cold

"I'm cold"

"And?"

"Can't you give me your jacket or something?"

"Can't you accept my proposal and marry me already?"

In which Prince Donghyuck's parents are forcing him to get married and he decided to propose to the first girl he sees to shut his parents up

Genre: Prince!Lee Donghyuck x Maid!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Arranged Marriage (kinda), Slowburn

Warnings: Curse words, Suggestive (I'll add more if there are)

Word count: 1.6k

Prologue / next

"Prince Lee Donghyuck of the west!" His name was announced and on cue he stood up and bowed, showing everyone that smile of his that, he knows, can light up the hallway

It was his best friend's twenty-first birthday, the whole party radiated Prince Jeno's charisma and he can't help but grin as he stood beside the prince. As introductions have come to an end, the famed 8 Princes have gathered and spoke amongst themselves (with Jeno occasionally leaving to entertain his guests)

"Prince Jeno is all grown up now," Prince Renjun says, his white, snow colored suit being a perfect match for his silver hair, he eyes the boy that owing infront of some duchess'  "last time I checked I was the eldest"

Prince Mark frowned as he took the glass his recently dyed purple hair fell on his eyes, "I'm the eldest" and Prince Lucas jabbed at his side, Prince Lucas was the tallest of the circle of friends and between all of them he was also the first one who took the throne. "I mean, Prince Lucas is older, same difference"

Prince Chenle's laugh was undeniably annoying, granted he was older and puberty has made his voice deeper but his laugh was still ear piercingly ruthless and yet no one dared to stop him or tell him to stop laughing, the all really loved Chenle's laugh "Please your highness you have a reputation to uphold" Chenle teased his older cousin and Prince Renjun laughed along with his younger brother

Prince Jaemin left the laughing group of friends to politely (with all of his etiquette class in mind) he tapped Prince Jeno's  shoulder "Your Highness?" he calls making Jeno's conversation with a marquees, Lord Moon Taeil Jaemin thinks his name was "My Lord" He bowed politely and Lord Taeil bowed right back "My Prince," he greets right back "Please think about it your highness," he bows once again to the two princes "I shall take my leave, thank you for your time"

"What was that about?" Jaemin asked his friend and Prince Jeno smiled, that famed eye-smile that got him (other than the fact that he's the second born of the Lee Family of the east) on the cover of Ideal date last month, speaking of that magazine, he should really check when the photoshoot for Hottest man of the month is. "Its nothing, what's up?"

Prince Jaemin hummed, he knows its not his right, he and Jeno are Prince's and whenever its about their kingdom, secrecy isn't unusual "ok," he shrugged not pressing the matter "Sorry to have Lord Taeil," he stops incase he has said the wrong name he wanted Prince Jeno to correct him. Jeno didn't say anything and waited for his friend to continue taking that as a good sign prince Jaemin smiled, patting the shest of his suit as a silent well done to himself "Lord Taeil leave your side, Your highness, but Prince Jisung called for you"

Prince Jisung puffed his cheeks when he heard what Prince Jaemin said, they were close enough that everyone in the friend group could hear the conversation "I was not" he defended and took the wine that a butler has served, putting it back down when Prince Jaemin glared at the glass, he knows that he is still underage to drink but also the royal family is forbidden in drinking in public 

Jeno smiled "if you wanted to be grazed by my presence," he bowed "Then my friends, all you had to do was ask" Prince Chenle tried his best to not roll his eyes knowing that type of behavior towards a prince was rude "no please, mingle with the guests" 

Finally it was time to eat, Prince Donghyuck, Prince Jaemin, Prince Renjun, Prince Mark, Prince Lucas, Prince Chenle, and Prince Jisung bowed to the King and Queen as Prince Jeno moved to guide the guests including each and everyone of his friend's parents to their seats

The party has been long over only  six families remain, "I'm glad you and your familes could come and celebrate Jeno's twenty first birthday" Jeno's mom, the queen says which was returned with bows and wishes to jeno who raised his glass as a thankyou

"Prince Jeno," Jaemin's mom, Queen Na of the south, called smiling at the young man, "you have grown up quite a lot since the last time we saw each other" she beamed and Jaemin's dad looked up from his conversation with King Lee of the west "When was that dear?" he asks. Jeno and Jaemin immediately blushed as Queen Na smiled teasingly at them "I believe they were only seventeen at the time, when Prince Jeno and Prince Jaemin were fighting for the hand of a young lady," Prince Jeno blushed a deep shade of red 

"My Queen," he says, taking a sip of his drink "Prince Jaemin has won her heart fair and square" He reminded and Jaemin laughed, Jeno looks at his friend with a raised eyebrow "How are the two of you?" he asks

Prince Jaemin nods and smiles "Really well," he looks at the rest of his friends who were paying attention to his words

"Is that all?" Prince Mark has teased, showing his white teeth that made everyone know about him, Jeno nods and agrees, Chenle grins "Come on Prince Jaemin is that all the information your giving us?"

Prince Jaemin looks at The King and Queen Lee of the east, who also seemed excited for the information he might disclose, "Actually," he starts and stops a bit hesitant and Prince Donghyuck placed his hand on Jaemin's shoulder, of course Prince Hyuck already knows, he was the one who accidentally saw it happen "Do you mind if I steal the spotlight Prince Jeno?" he asks softly and Jeno nods motioning with his hands for him to continue "I asked for her hand in marriage"

There was a silence as everyone seemed to process the information that Prince Jaemin has bestowed, "What?" Jisung asked slamming his hands on the table, the princely demeanor that everyone was trying to keep for as long as possible disappeared and just like that everyone started asking questions

"What did she say?"

"When was this?"

"Jeno, why are we hearing about this just now?"

"What happened next?"

"How did you propose?"

"Is that why you're wearing a ring over your gloves?"

Jaemin smiled and waited for everyone to calm down, these were the moments he loved when everyone would meet, all they needed was something to push them over the edge just so everyone can be normal, monarchy or no

"Jaemin Hyung!" Chenle called excitedly "please please please tell us what happened next"

Jaemin showed them the ring with a smile "She said yes" and before Jaemin could even process what was going on Mark had him in a hug "That's great Jaem!"

Everyone was clapping and congratulating Jaemin and his bride to be, Lucas standing up and grabbing a glass "Let me raise a toast for our Jaemin, may he and his bride live happily" everyone raises their glass to Lucas' toast and Jaemin bowed thankfully to everyone

Prince Mark tugged on Jaemin's arm "Come join us at the engaged table" he jokes, and points at Him, Renjun and Lucas's side of the table" Jaemin couldn't resist he had to tease Mark "When are you gonna marry her Hyung? its been two years"

"Hey," he jabs a finger into Jaemin's chest "I said you could sit with the cool, engaged kids, and not the singles" he motions to Donghyuck, Jeno, Jisung and Chenle

"Hey, I have a girlfriend!" Chenle yells, drinking his wine "and so does Jeno Hyung and Jisung is courting a girl" which has gotten Jisung the attention 

Donghyuck couldn't help but scrunch his nose "you do?" he askes pushing Mark's hips out of the way so he can atleast make eye contact with the prince

Jeno nods and smiles, patting his pants to show Donghyuck his wallpaper, earning a whistle of approval from Donghyuck, "Wow, pretty"

Jaemin and Mark were in their own little world but nodded in agreement to Donghyuck's words, grabbing Jeno's phone from Hyuck's hand and showing it to everyone. The Kings and The Queens all happily watched their children, they missed these little moments when the kids get to act like kids

Queen Lee of the west, Donghyuck's mom smiles fondly at the sight "so Donghyuck is the only one who is truly single?" she offers and the prince groans, he knows where this is going and he hates it "Mom-" he gets cut off by the door opening where each families maids and butlers enter placing food on the table, effectively making every prince in the room to behave and settle in their seats 

"Hush now Donghyuck" His mother shot back "I want to see you settle down with a girl. want to see you get marries, you're not even courting anyone and look, four of your friends are engaged, Lucas's wedding is very soon"

Donghyuck sighs, his parents have bothered him  about getting a girlfriend ever since he turned nineteen "mom" he warns as the maid bows and places his parent's meal in front of them "really? right here?"

His mom sighed "I'm only trying to look out for you, I want you to be happy and I know that once you find someone-" she got cut off  with his dad that placed his hand over hers "Hyuck, we're only trying to help you"

The maid has placed Prince Hyuck's meal down and bowed to the royal families like every single butler and maid in the room, Hyuck growled at his parents "Well you don't have to alright?" he says and looked behind him "Y/n" He calls the maid and she steps forward "Tell the King and Queen that you have said yes to my proposal on becoming my wife"

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A/N: holy SHIT u guys the way i absolutely LOVE how this turned out,,,,, i REALLY hope u guys love it as much as i do and pls pls pls don’t be afraid to tell me ur favorite parts or give me suggestions for the next part!! and thank u miss tanya @sunflowers-styles​ for beta reading this part!!! ily mwah<3

Warnings: some explicit language & slight sexual innuendos

Word count: 5.9k+

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You gaze out into the crystal blue ocean as you drive along the beachfront, car window ajar allowing the salty, warm breeze to kiss your skin gently. The sun glimmers brightly in the sky, not a single cloud in sight and you feel as though nothing could possibly go wrong. 

Deidre invited you on this beach trip as a last minute getaway. She knew you’d been having a bit of a hard time with your mental health recently, so she decided to rent a beach house for the two of you to try and help you get out of your “funk” as she called it. Two weeks of relaxation with nothing to worry about. Just lounging around in the warm sun with your best friend for 14 days. You simply couldn’t say no. 

Seeing as Deidre has been your best friend for the majority of your lifetime, trips like these aren’t uncommon in the slightest. In fact, you’ve been on so many vacations with her and her family that you can’t even fathom going somewhere like this without her. 

“Do you wanna stop and grab something to eat before we get to the house?” The sound of her voice draws you from your almost dazed state and you turn to look at her as she drives. Immediately at the mention of food, your stomach gurgles violently, loud enough for both of you to hear which causes you both to burst into a fit of laughter.

 “I guess that answers your question better than anything.” You choke through laughter. 

“Well then,” She giggles, “McDonald’s, here we come!” 

The two of you purchase almost the entire McDonald’s menu and eat approximately 3/4ths of it in the car before you’re finally headed to the beach house with bloated tummies and quenched appetites. 

Eventually, you’re pulling into the driveway of a small, teal beach house facing the ocean. The house is lifted on stilts due to its position near the ocean and the paint is slightly worn, chipping away on the wooden slats most likely due to past tropical storms. There are two sets of steps, both leading to a wrap around porch, one coming from the back of the house (where the pool is) and one leading directly to the front door. It’s quaint and homey and you love it. 

When you’d initially pulled in, you hadn’t noticed the other car parked in the driveway, but now that you’re stepping out of Deidre’s car, your gaze falls directly onto the bright yellow Ferrari parked only a few feet away from you. There is only one person you know that owns that exact car. 

“Oh! I forgot to mention, Harry is staying here too.” 

You whip your head in Deidre’s direction, your jaw nearly dropping from its hinges. “Why didn’t you tell me that earlier??”

She shrugs casually as she swings the drivers door shut and walks around to the back. “I guess I forgot.” She presses a button on her keys and the back door slowly opens in front of her. “Plus, I didn’t think you’d mind, the two of you have always gotten along.”

“Deidre, that’s not why I’m upset-”

“Great, then what’s the problem?” She interrupts, eyebrows raised in question as she stares at you. You definitely aren’t one for violence, but the image of smacking her directly across the face flashes across your mind for a moment and you seriously consider doing it. “He’s just here to relax like us. And he’s paying for the place, so I couldn’t really say no.”

You let out an exasperated groan in response, slamming the passenger door shut and stomping around to the back of the car so that you can retrieve your own bags. 

The truth is, you and Harry had gotten along in the past, which would give you no reason to be panicking right now, but something you hadn’t told Deidre was that for the entirety of your childhood, you were madly in love with him. Yes, he’s older than you by a few years, but that never stopped you from pining over him from the ripe age of six. You had watched the way he treated his two sisters and mother for so long and fell in love with his kindness and care for others. You used to daydream about the day he would realize his love for you, but of course Harry got famous and that day never came. 

It’s been years since you’ve seen him in person. The last time you were in direct contact was nearly 4 years ago, a couple years after he went on The X Factor and was immediately consumed by fame. He was 18 at the time, visiting home during a little break, and you were having a sleepover with Deidre, but the length of your collision wasn’t very long. A few harmless words were exchanged during dinner and then you and Deidre had excused yourselves to continue your evening and that was it. Then, he was undeniably the most attractive boy you had ever seen and now, if it was even possible, he’d blossomed into a beautiful man, even more attractive than he was before.

As you begin to haul your bags out of the trunk, Harry appears at the top of the steps, screen door leading into the house flapping loudly behind him. 

“Need some help with bags?” He calls, swiftly galloping down the wooden steps.

Deidre sighs in relief, “That’d be great, thanks Harry!” 

His long, curly hair is pulled into a tight bun at the top of his head, a few stray curls framing his beautiful face. He smiles at you, dimples sinking deeply into his cheeks as he strides towards you, “Long time, no see,” 

You feel the heat rising in your cheeks and you smile sheepishly, “Hi, Harry, how are you?”

“I’m pretty good! And yourself?” He asks, effortlessly tugging your large bag from the trunk of the car and slinging it over his shoulder. 

You swallow thickly, struggling to keep your eyes off of his straining muscles through his thin t-shirt. “I’m uh- I’m good as well.” 

“Glad to hear it, babe.” He winks and you watch as he takes a few smaller bags from the trunk, heading back up the stairs and through the front door, breathing out a shaky sigh before grabbing your remaining bag. 

Deidre is already halfway up the stairs behind him when she calls back to you, “Can you close the trunk before coming up?” 

You shoot her a quick thumbs up and drop the bags onto the cement driveway, lifting your arms above your head and slamming the large door shut before picking up the bags again and heading towards the stairs. You’re still quite stunned at what just happened and, frankly, you’re a little bit vexed with Deidre’s nonchalant way of sharing that Harry was going to be joining you on what was supposed to be a relaxing trip. Nevertheless, you’re forced to set your feelings aside and keep your mouth shut for fear of Deidre prying the truth out of you. 

As you step into the house, screen door slamming behind you, you take a gander around the living area. It’s small and you can tell it hasn't been redecorated since at least 1985. Every piece of decor has some sort of relation to a beach (quite fitting considering where you are). Even the wallpaper is covered with small seashells and fish and it makes you chuckle. There’s an opening connected to the living area that leads directly to the kitchen, a second doorway that you assume leads to the bedrooms, and a large sliding glass door that leads to the back porch. 

Deidre saunters out of the second doorway, “C’mon, let me show you our room!” 

You frown, “Our room?”

“Yeah, there are only two bedrooms.” 

“Oh,” You take a moment to breathe in, feeling your frustration building with every passing moment as you follow her into the small hallway. You pass the first door on your right, glancing inside to find the bathroom before moving on. The next door you pass is a bedroom decorated identically to the living room, a queen sized bed crammed into the corner with a quilt covered in clownfish and seaweed and the last door is another bedroom. This bedroom is painted a bright coral pink and the theme seems to be seashells due to the seashell print on the bed’s quilt and the framed seashells above the bed. This room, although similar to the first one, is a little bit larger and the bed rests directly in the middle of the room instead of it being crammed into the corner like the first one. 

You step into the room after Deidre and toss your bags onto the floor next to the wall before throwing yourself onto the bed as you kick your shoes off. “I’m so ready to relax,” 

She hums as she unzips her large bag and begins shoveling her clothes into the top drawer of the dresser across from the bed. “Me too,” 

“I think I might go for a swim,” You turn over onto your back, lifting yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed as you look at her. “Wanna join me?” 

“As soon as i finish unpacking, I will.”

You shoot her a quick thumbs up and shove yourself off of the bed and towards your bags. Harry had set your large bag of clothes right beside the door, so you fall to your knees and pull it towards you to search for your bathing suit. 

“Go ask if Harry wants to come, too.” She adds, tossing her own bathing suit onto the bed. 

You hate her. You want to strangle her. It’s like she knows. But of course, she doesn’t. You’d never told anyone about your little crush and you planned to keep it that way. Tucking the valuable information into the very back of your mind for the rest of eternity. 

Without a word, you push yourself onto your feet and pad through the doorway, the thick carpet squishing softly beneath your bare feet. You’re hesitant to call for him at first, quietly wandering through the hallway, peering into the open doorways. Both rooms are empty, but there’s evidence of him sprawled across the bedroom. A large suitcase thrown haphazardly on the bed with clothes and shoes strewn all around it. 

 “Harry?” You continue walking, stepping out into the living room to find him lounging on the couch with the TV on in nothing but a pair of tight, black jeans, tattoos on full display. “Oh, there you are,” He looks up at you, a hint of mischief behind his virescent eyes. “Dee was wondering if you wanted to go for a swim with us.” it’s a statement, of course, but the wavering of your voice makes it sound like a question. 

“I would,” He starts, sitting up a little and reaching for the TV remote to turn down the volume. “But it looks like it’s about to rain.”

You frown, turning to the sliding glass window to find that in the short amount of time it took for you to take your bags from the car and into the house, the sky had filled with dark, fluffy clouds. 

“Shit.” 

Thunder rumbles in the distance, droplets of rain mizzling against the windows and roof quietly as the three of you keep yourselves dry inside the beach house.

“Alright, we have Monopoly, Life, Scrabble, Cards Against Humanity, a deck of regular playing cards, Jenga, and a few puzzles.” Deidre lists as she shovels through the large chest beside the couch, labeled ‘Games’. “Which one sounds the most fun right now?” 

You curl your feet underneath you on the couch and shrug, “A puzzle sounds nice.”

She nods, turning to Harry who’s making himself a sandwich in the kitchen. “Harry?” 

“I agree with her on the puzzle.”

“Puzzle it is, then.” She concludes, grabbing the first puzzle her eyes land on and setting it on the wooden coffee table. Another fit of thunder causes the house to shiver and you sigh, silently cursing the rain for trapping you inside on the first day of vacation. 

After Harry comes back into the living room and settles onto the couch beside you, Deidre sits on the other side of the coffee table and dumps the puzzle pieces out onto it. A show you’ve never heard of plays on the TV behind her and you glance up from the puzzle every now and then to watch it as the three of you sit in silence. 

The entire evening Harry sits beside you, his arm gently nudging yours every time he reaches forward to move a puzzle piece. At first, you brush it off as an accident, barely acknowledging his presence, but when he takes it a step further and knocks a puzzle piece out of your hand, you glance in his direction to find him smiling smugly to himself. You shake your head, holding back a small smile as you return to the puzzle, finding a different piece and placing it where it belongs. Two can play at that game. 

As Harry reaches for another piece, you quickly reach over his arm and snatch the piece he was aiming for, mumbling: “Ah, here it is! I was looking for this one.” 

You can feel his gaze burning a hole into the side of your face as you hold back a laugh, a grin tugging at your lips.

“Was that necessary?” He hums thickly, keeping his gaze in your direction. 

You shrug, placing the piece into its home. “I mean, that’s the point of building a puzzle, right? Finding each piece and where it goes...” 

He smirks and shakes his head at you but doesn’t respond.

A few hours pass as the three of you work and soon, it’s dark outside and the rain has calmed to a light drizzle. Deidre yawns and stretches her arms above her head before glance at the time on her phone. 

“I think I’m gonna head to bed, it’s pretty late and long drives always make me tired.” She says through another yawn and you nod.

“Me too,” 

“Alright then, wimps,” Harry replies, “I guess I’ll just have to party by myself.”

Deidre looks at you and rolls her eyes dramatically as Harry chuckles to himself. You push yourself up from the couch, stretching your arms out above your head just like Deidre had done moments ago.

“Goodnight, Harry.” She hums, stepping around the coffee table to smack a quick kiss to his forehead before sauntering off to the bedroom. You glance behind you as you follow her, giving Harry a small wave. 

“G’night,” He mumbles softly in response and you can feel his gaze on you as you step into the hallway. Part of you thinks that maybe, just maybe, he’s checking you out.

Warm droplets of water cascade down your bare skin as you step out of the shower, wrapping a soft towel around your body. You hum quietly to yourself, patting the towel against your skin to dry off as much as possible.

Just as you’ve finished drying yourself off, you realize you completely forgot to bring a clean change of clothes into the bathroom, so you’re just left with the dirty clothes you’d spent the entire day in. Cringing at the thought of putting the clothes back on, you decide to take your chances and slip out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around your form. 

You gather the pile of clothes into your arms after taking a moment to moisturize and brush your teeth, stepping out into the dark hallway. Suddenly, just as you’re taking another step, Harry appears at the end of the hallway, crunching loudly with a bowl of cereal in hand. He’s clothed in a thin, grey t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, fluffy socks pulled onto his feet. 

“Shit,” You gasp, eyes widening as you press the bundle of clothes to your chest harshly. 

“Oh, hey,” Harry says mid chew.

You pause, “I didn’t think you’d be awake...”

He smiles sheepishly, “Yeah, uh, I got a little hungry.”

“I can see that,” 

“I can make you a bowl if you’d like,” He offers, jutting a thumb behind his shoulder towards the kitchen.

“Harry-” You scoff, “I am quite literally standing naked in front of you right now.” 

He shrugs, chuckling to himself as his eyes flit to the ground and then back up to you. “Was just trying to be polite.” 

“Um- well, thanks, but I think I’m alright for now.” 

“Alright,” He sighs, taking another bite from his spoon, “Goodnight, then.”

“‘Night.” You murmur, watching him strut past you towards his room. You wait until the door is closed before you scurry into your own room, finding Deidre fast asleep on her side of the bed. 

Morning comes sooner than anticipated and soon, you’re dragging yourself out of bed as Deidre snores. You’re not expecting her to get out of bed anytime soon. 

You trudge out into the kitchen with a yawn, finding Harry leaning against the countertop with his nose buried in a book. He’s in the same clothes from the night before, but instead of his hair being pulled back into a bun

“Good morning,” You smile, wrapping your arms around yourself as you step onto the cold tile. 

He glances up from his book and smiles back, tucking a bookmark between the pages before setting it down on the countertop. “Mornin’. Coffee’s almost ready if you want some. I made enough for all of us.”

“Oh, great, thank you!” 

“I went out to the shops earlier as well and got some of that coffee creamer you and Dee like,” He starts, pushing his large hand through his long, curly hair. “I know it’s been a bit since we last saw each other, but I know that she still likes it, so I assumed you do, too.”

A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you take a clean mug from the dish rack lying beside the sink, “I actually do still like it, thank you.”

He shakes his head, “S’no problem, really.”

The coffee maker beeps twice to indicate that the coffee is finished brewing and Harry turns, reaching out for your mug. “May I?”

“Oh- yes, please,” You smile, allowing him to take the ceramic mug from your hand and pour the scalding liquid into the mug before gently placing it back into your hand. “Thanks.” 

You walk to the fridge, swinging the door open to scavenge for the creamer he’d mentioned earlier. The carton catches your eye and you snatch it from the shelf, kicking the fridge door shut before setting the mug on the counter. 

“Did I get the right kind?” Harry asks as you unscrew the cap. 

“Yep!” You smile, pouring the cream into the dark coffee, causing the two to swirl together into a thick, hazel colored liquid. You find a small spoon in one of the many drawers lining the countertop and you drop it into the liquid, stirring it momentarily before tapping off the excess liquid and placing the spoon into the sink. Glancing back up at him, you take a careful sip from your mug to test the temperature. 

“Good?” He asks, sipping from his own mug slowly. 

“Great.” You confirm, taking a larger sip as you lean your hip against the counter. 

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few long moments, sipping your coffee leisurely before Harry speaks. 

“Do you-” He clears his throat, “Do you want to go sit out on the back deck with our coffee? The weather’s great and the view is phenomenal.” 

He seems slightly more nervous than he had been the day before, most likely due to your brief run in that evening, but you don’t mind. “Yeah, that sounds nice!”

He nods towards the doorway with a smile, waiting for you to take the first step before following behind you through the sliding glass door. There are a few chairs settled around a small, round table, overlooking a breathtaking view of the beach where a few people are getting their morning jog in or just strolling leisurely along the shore. You slide yourself into the furthest chair, careful not to spill the hot coffee in your hand as you do so, watching Harry as he does the same. 

You wonder why, if he was paying for the entire trip, he would choose such a cheap beach house in such a rural part of this particular beach. Seeing as he was a multi millionaire, you’d assume he would choose the most expensive place to stay in the most popular area, but that obviously isn’t the case. Not that you aren’t grateful for staying there for free, because you are, you’re just curious. 

“So,” You begin, sipping your coffee for a moment before continuing. “How’s celebrity life treating you?” 

He chuckles, pushing a hand through his luscious mane, “S’not bad. Been treatin’ me pretty well, I can’t complain.”

You nod, “That’s good, I’m glad to hear it.” Pausing for a moment, you curl your feet beneath you on the chair before speaking again. “Can I ask you something?” 

He glances up from his coffee, raising his eyebrows with a nod, “Sure.” 

You take a breath, aware of the intrusiveness of your question but speaking anyways. “Dee told me you’re paying for all this,” You motion to the house with your hands, “And I’m just wondering why you chose to come here and rent this house when you have the money for something much nicer in a much nicer area.”

He thinks about it for a moment, brows furrowed in thought before he lets out a breathy laugh. “Honestly, there are a few reasons,” He clears his throat and crosses one leg over the other. “The first one is that I’m able to avoid paparazzi, for the most part, because they don’t suspect that I’d ever stay in a place like this,” He explains, using his hands to animate. “And the second one is that I like to make things as normal as possible, especially when I’m spending time with Dee. I know she would absolutely love staying in some bougie mansion with its own private beach, but I just don’t want things to be different from when we were kids, you know? I’d rather her not have the image of me being a rich asshole in her head all the time. I just want her to see me as she always has; her big brother.” 

Your heart flutters in your chest at his sentiment, the reminder of just how much he cares about his family causing certain feelings to come rushing back to you. “I- sorry, I know that was a weird question to ask... but yeah that makes sense. I didn’t really think of it that way.”

Just as you finish speaking, Deidre comes bursting wildly through the sliding glass door in her bathing suit and a large towel draped over her arm. 

“IT’S BEACH TIME, FUCKERS!!” She screams, leaping down the stairs and bolting across the dock leading to the beach. Her bare feet kick up clouds of sand as she runs across the beach, dropping her towel carelessly as she gallops into the water. 

You and Harry look at each other with wide eyes, both of you bursting into a fit of laughter at the same time. You open your mouth to speak, but Deidre beats you to it. 

“COME ON GUYS!! IT FEELS GREAT!”

You look back at Harry again, snickering. “I think we should get out there.”

He hums, “I agree.” 

You both lift yourselves out of the porch chairs, heading into the house to change into your own bathing suits. Harry, of course, offers to take your mug and clean it. 

Around ten minutes pass before you’re finally in your bathing suit stepping out onto the sand with Harry following close behind. Deidre is laying out on the sand with an arm draped over her eyes as she waits for the two of you to arrive. Since it’s still morning, there’s a bit of a nippy breeze to the air, causing goosebumps to litter your skin and shiver to travel down your spine. 

“Finally,” She breathes, pushing herself up from the towel. Harry comes up behind you and drops both of your towels onto the sand beside her along with his book from this morning. 

“S’quite nice out, innit?” He hums, resting his hands against his hips. His hair is pulled back into a bun and he’s wearing the shortest bright yellow swim trunks you’ve ever seen and you can’t help but to giggle a little. 

Deidre rolls her eyes, reaching forward and grasping your arm before dragging you with her towards the water. It’s around 10:00 am and there are a few more people on the beach than there were when you and Harry had first sat on the deck, so when you enter the water, you and Deidre aren’t the only ones there.

Though there are people on the beach, none of them seem to notice that Harry’s there. They’re all caught up in their own vacations, oblivious to the fact that a multi-millionaire celebrity is galloping into the ocean towards you like a child.

You and Deidre screech as he comes toppling into the water head first, cool water splashing around him and onto both of you. The small waves crash into your legs whilst you clamor through the water, Harry surfacing dramatically, completely soaked and absolutely gorgeous. 

“It’s fucking freezing,” You mutter under your breath, wrapping your bare arms around yourself as you trudge deeper into the water. 

“If you get wet, it won’t be as cold.” Harry retorts, adjusting the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. 

You shake your head at him, “You’re insane,” 

Just as you speak those words, Deidre dunks herself completely under water, splashing you once again as she comes back to the surface. 

 Harry chuckles, “C’mon, you’re gonna get wet eventually.”

You ignore the subtle innuendo. “I have no intention of getting in further than here so if you really want me to go under, it’s gonna have to be done by force.”

He cocks an eyebrow from beneath his sunglasses. “Is that a challenge?”

“Don’t even think about it,” You breathe, glaring at him. 

“You really shouldn’t have said that,” Deidre snickers as Harry begins to creep towards you slowly. His eyes are hidden beneath his sunglasses but you can tell his pupils are narrowed in directly on you. 

You step back with every step he takes forward, small waves crashing into the backs of your thighs at the movement of the water. He lifts his arms slightly as he stalks toward you and you squeal, nearly stumbling backwards and toppling back into the cold water. 

“Harry, I swear to god-” You start but you’re quickly interrupted by your own shriek as he tackles you into the water. It feels as though you’ve inhaled gallons of water from the impact once you resurface, sputtering and gasping dramatically. He doubles over with laughter and Deidre cackles a few feet away. You feel like a sad, wet dog standing in the ocean as they laugh at you and you cross your arms over your chest with a huff. “I hate both of you so much.”

Harry rolls his eyes, “Oh, come onnnn, it’s not that bad.”

“My nipples could do some serious damage right now,” You growl between chattering teeth and both of them giggle. 

“Well, you’re wet now so there’s no point in not swimming with us.” Deidre shrugs, dipping back under as a wave rolls by.

You stand in silent rage for a few moments, glaring at Harry as he tries in vain not to let his eyes flicker down to your breasts. You don’t notice his eyeline wavering, though, too distracted by the brumal temperature of your body. A particularly nippy breeze attacks your damp skin and you whimper slapping your arms around your chest. 

“I’m going back to the shore. It’s way too cold for this.” You huff, the water sloshing loudly as you begin to traipse back to the shore. 

Harry watches you stumble back onto the soppy sand with a slight smirk on his pink lips and you can hear the low chuckle escape from his chest breathily. You counter his haughty chortle with a middle finger thrown up behind you, eyes trained in front of you to shield your view of him. 

Once you reach the towels you’d set out earlier, you unfold your towel and wrap it around your shoulders before plopping your ass into the sand. The chattering of your teeth subsides after a few moments and you glance to your side to find the book Harry had been reading. Curiosity fills you and you reach over, lifting it from its spot on Harry’s towel and bringing it in front of you to examine it. 

It’s a paperback, the cover an off-white cardstock with a simple design of a bleeding heart, impaled by an arrow on the front. The title reads “The Course of Love, a novel by Alain De Botton” and a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. You never would have assumed that he would be such a romantic.

You turn to the first chapter titled “Infatuations”, scanning it briefly and landing on the small, italicized paragraph in the middle that reads, “A marriage doesn’t begin with a proposal, or even an initial meeting. It begins far earlier, when the idea of love is born, and more specifically the dream of a soul mate.” 

“Insightful.” You mutter to yourself, eyebrows raised in understanding before fanning the pages to scour the book further. 

As you scan the blur of pages, you find that there are words scrawled all over the margins of the paper, words frantically underlined like they’d been scribbled whilst he was in a hurry. Your thumb lands approximately a fourth of the way into the book, a small photograph slipping from the spine and into your lap as you open it. It’s a photo of him, Deidre, Gemma (their older sister) and Anne (their mother) all cuddled up together on Anne’s couch with warm smiles on their faces. Their smiles are almost identical to each other as well as their features and, in a way, it comforts you. 

You glance back up from the photo to the page of the book, your eyes immediately landing on an underlined sentence from the italicized section. It reads, “When two people belong together, there is simply--at long last--a wondrous reciprocal feeling that both parties see the world in precisely the same way.” You suck in a breath at the words for a moment but a sudden droplet of water landing on the page pulls you from your stupor.

“I see you’ve found my book,” Harry’s voice belows above you and you snap your head in his direction as he shakes his dripping wet hair. 

You nestling the photo back into the spine of the book before shutting it and smiling up at him sheepishly. “Sorry, I- it was just sitting there and I got curious.”

“S’alright, I don’t mind,” He shrugs, reaching for his towel and wrapping it around himself. “What’d you think?”

“Oh- I only read a couple sentences,” You mutter, tightening the towel around yourself. “But from what I did read, it seemed quite insightful.” 

“Oh, yeah?” He quirks an amused eyebrow at you.

“Yeah,” You chuckle, “Very elegant and sophisticated.” 

“Mmm.” He hums, nodding his head in agreement. 

Your bottom lip slips between your teeth to hold back a grin as you glance away from him towards the water. Your eyes land on a group of people standing around Deidre in the shallow water directly across from you. You frown, “What’s Dee gotten herself into?” 

He takes a swig from the metal bottle of water he’d brought with him before speaking, “Made herself some new friends, I guess.” 

You study them for a moment, watching her laugh heartily at one of the guys’ jokes and pursing your lips together. Wherever the two of you went, she was always capable of making friends. Her natural charm could sweep anyone off their feet and it endlessly left you feeling like an extra wheel. You know she doesn’t mean to leave you out of things, she never has any sort of malicious intent, but you’re both so different from each other that it constantly feels like you’re left in the dust.

You glance away from the group, looking back in Harry’s direction to distract yourself from the intrusive thoughts filling your mind.

 “So, um, what’re your opinions on it?” You start again, clearing your throat quietly. “The book, I mean.”

He smiles as he skillfully tosses his sopping hair into a messy bun, “I like it. S’actually the second time I’ve read it.”

Your eyebrows quirk at that, “Really?”

He nods, tilting his body closer to you and bending one of his legs up against his chest. “Yeah.”

You laugh, “What do you expect from that?” 

“What, like, do I expect it to change?” You nod silently in response and he shrugs. “I mean- no, it’s just… comforting, in a way.” 

“Comforting,” You repeat to yourself. “I guess that makes sense.”

“It also kind of helps me retain the information better, you know?” He continues, mindlessly digging his fingers into the damp sand. 

“Yeah, I understand,” You reply softly, “Do you do that with all the books you read?”

He nods, “More or less.”

There’s an abrupt screech, followed by a few animated giggles and both of you look up at the sound. Deidre is running towards the two of you happily, a wide smile spread across her face as she skids to a stop in front of you. 

“I’m gonna go get lunch with these guys,” She chokes, out of breath from the short jog over. “Do either of you wanna come?”

You glance behind her at the group as they watch her for a moment and then you turn your head back to her. “You go ahead, I think I’ll just stay back here.”

Her expression falls a little and she sighs, turning to Harry with a hopeful look. He looks at you for a moment and then peers back up at her. 

“Think m’gonna do the same. Have fun, though.” He smiles and you nod along with him. 

She sighs again, reaching down and yanking her towel from the sand. “Alright, well, I’m gonna go change and then I’ll be heading out with them for a couple hours.”

You watch as she calls back to them that she’ll “be right back” before galloping back up to the house with her towel dragging behind her. 

“You could’ve gone with them if you wanted to, you know,” You say quietly. “I’m alright by myself.”

He shakes his head, “No, no, s’not really my scene anyways.”

You stay silent after that, watching the repetitive roll of the waves in a mindless state. Deidre returns in a matter of minutes, a loose dress tossed over her bathing suit, her long, dark hair tied into a high ponytail fluttering behind her as she prances. 

“See ya!” She calls after you. 

“Be careful!” You call in response and then she’s gone, engulfed into the group just like she had been before.

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The Dhampir, or, A Journey To The Carpathians: Chapter 1

Dancers: (various yelps, whoops, screeches, etc.)

???: I say, Phillip, we should go to Paris next time. The girls there are exquisite, if Hermann is telling the truth... Phillip: Mmm. But nobody’s as pretty as our Ninotchka.

!!!: You said that about Magda, and Lisette, and Anetka, and Petronilla… Phillip: Oh, shut up, Gustav. How is Anetka? Gustav: Well as can be. The little prince is giving her a devil of a time. Morning till night she complains about her back--

Phillip: Don’t call the brat that. Gustav: But he’s your-- Phillip: I sired him. I want nothing to do with him, and I will have nothing to do with him. Or her, if it’s a ‘her’ and not a ‘him’. Do bulls and stallions take any notice of their children?

Gustav: No. Excuse me. I need to get another drink. ???: I’ll go with you. I’m rather thirsty too. Phillip: What sentimental claptrap. Next time I’ll just pack her off to a convent. They wouldn’t dare bother me!

$$$: May I dance with you, sir? Phillip: I don’t recognize your face. Are you new here? I didn’t see Valentin training you…

???: I am sorry he said that. Gustav: You don’t need to apologize, Pyotr...Just drop it. Anetka said he’d be like this. It doesn’t bother me that much.

Pyotr: I still can’t believe you married her. Gustav: Well, now we know she’s fertile...and having a prince’s bastard as a stepson is a leg up… Pyotr: The least he could do is pay for the child’s schooling, if he’s making you a cuckoo after the fact.

Gustav: That would be nice. Miss! Two brandy daisies! Pyotr: Should we get something for him? And I don’t like brandy daisies! Gustav: No, and too bad. I want a brandy daisy. I’ll even drink yours if you’re so upset.

Gustav: Phillip, we’re back… Pyotr: Where the hell is he?

Notes

Phillip is the crown prince of a dynasty similar to the Habsburgs and Romanovs, rulers of a little Ruritanian country that is somewhere in middle Europe, tossed around like a football between Western and Eastern Europe in terms of style, traditions, costuming, etc., etc.

Personality-wise, he’s an amalgam of Edward VII and Kronprinz Rudolf, with a dash of Robert and Joffrey Baratheon, and a big heaping tablespoon of general unpleasantness. He is not likely to improve or mature upon ascending the throne, growing older, marrying whatever poor sap is chosen from the Battenbergs or Romanovs or Bourbons, or in general.

I do not have the plot set out in stone yet, but I don’t think this is quite the last time we’ll see him. He was created by @underwrldpixels. (I do apologize--he just looked like he’d be suitable for a villain role.)

Pyotr and Gustav, his hangers-on, are by @ninjaofthepurplethings and @sweetdevil-sims, respectively. I think they will make perhaps one more appearance, and then vanish into the early Edwardian wallpaper and be the stars in their own imagined stories. @simlicious’ Aurora Brunetti--aged up because even if it was historical, I don’t want a teenage girl tending bar at a cabaret--plays our bartender. The dancers are from sim dumps by @danjaley, @ice-creamforbreakfast, and @pancakebobs.

The dancers’ costumes are anachronistic--if only for the ladies. The poses I chose don’t work with long skirts, so the ladies must dance in their corsets and garters and the barest of briefs (even the Moulin Rouge would have had a stroke at the idea) while the gentlemen get to wear their tuxedos. The flowers are taken directly from Toulouse-Lautrec’s “Lender” due to the theatricality. I did exercise a little artistic license and put the ladies in fishnets instead of black stockings; but these stockings had sequins on them, so I had to use them. The kick line is inspired by Seurat’s “Le Chahut.” And the barmaid’s pose is inspired by Manet’s “A Bar At The Folies-Bergere.”

“Valentin” is a reference to Valentin le Désossé, the famed can-can dancer of the Moulin Rouge. This story, of course, takes place after he retired from the dance floor (at least the public dance floor; one hopes he continued to dance in private afterwards). He had a very interesting face--I really should make a Sim with that profile just to see how the genes pass along.

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