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nedflames · 4 years ago

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M A N S P L A I N G ? ? ?

Jesus fucking christ I've never seen someone try so hard to make content problematic just because they don't like it, and I've spent years on Tumblr AND Twitter.

You know what, OP? Its possible to not like content, to be annoyed by it even, without forcing it to be this big social/cultural issue. You know how I know this? Because Danny fucking Gonzalez does it all the time. That's right, he can dislike a movie and make fun of it without forcing a bullshit problematic narrative to try and justify his dislike. It's totally possible. Give it a try.

Furthermore, you are completely bastardizing the concept of "mansplaining" by throwing it at some dudes who just like to make people laugh. You're completely devaluing actual instances of that concept because you want so bad for them to be problematic. It's frankly insulting to people who have actually been on the receiving end of actual mansplainers. Next thing you'll say one of them is gaslighting their audience because they, idk, changed shirts in the middle of their video without explaining why.

Is the concept of comedy completely fucking lost on you? Because these men are comedians using observational comedy to make jokes to make people laugh. If you have watched a single video of theirs that would be pretty fucking obvious so I have no clue where you're getting the "taking [it] too seriously". I take it more seriously then they do.

And observational comedy requires crticism. Is the concept of criticism lost on you?? Because criticism of popular culture is essential to the growth, change, and integrity of popular culture. Without it, art becomes solely commerce. Without people saying "hey do better" we would only be given basic, empty, soulless trash. It already happens today because of this stupid fucking mentality that something has to be "problematic" to be bad art. And critical thinking is something everyone should practice with every piece of content/art they come across. It doesn't fucking matter how old the piece is because crticism about old art reflects on new art. If the comedy in an old movie is stale, dated, or harmful today then that should be ridiculed today so it doesn't happen again today. Because art requires change and growth, not dull formulaic repetition.

Am I giving these two dudes too much credit? No I'm fucking not. Because comedic criticism holds more power over social and cultural norms than anyone is willing to give it credit for. Even if the criticisms they make are only there to bolster their own jokes, they are still showing people how to look at art in fresh and constructive ways.

Lastly, I cannot speak for Kurtis because I don't find him funny (whoaaa see what I did there? I said I didn't like something without forcing it into a harmful narrative? Can't believe it's that easy!) But I can speak for Danny. I have seen every one of his videos and NOT ONCE have I seen him criticize a production error that could be explained away by the age of the film. The animated films have all been poorly done knock-offs of well-done high effort animated films, which already proves that good animation was possible at that time and that film producers of the former films just didn't put in the effort because their films were only made for profit; the Disney movies had production errors because of a lack of effort from the producers because they were cheaply made-for-profit filler; he pointed out poor special effects in The Santa Clause by saying they were from the 90s, which HIGHLIGHTS the age of the film as the reasonable cause; his focus on The Lamp (made in 2011) was all about the acting, set design, and poor plot and script writing; and Scales: Mermaids are Real? Was made in 2017! There is no excuse for the shitty production value of that film except cheap laziness.

You can dislike their content all you want. I don't care about that at all. You don't even need a "good" reason to dislike their content. But if you're going to take a swat at criticism yourself then you need to come up with something that has actual substance instead of throwing whatever you want at it. If you want to learn how to criticize things that actually exist I reccomend watching some commnetary youtubers, they're pretty good finding nuance and flaws that are actually there. And they only do it for the comedy.

Imagine what you could do, OP, if you learned critical thinking and applied to things that were legitmentaly problematic.

men need to stop watching movies and recording themselves picking at the tiny nuances of them...especially taking jokes and flaws that usually can be credited to the age of the film too seriously...it’s just mansplaining at this point. yes i am talking about kurtis conner and danny gonzalez

#moe's soap box #mansplaining jfc the REACHING #y'all know i couldnt let this bullshit slide

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eirian-houpe · 4 years ago

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The Library Beneath the Clock Tower - Chapter 43

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle/Gaston (Once Upon a Time)

Additional Tags: Bookshop On the Corner, slightly AU, Cursed Storybrooke (Once Upon a Time), Alternate Universe - In Storybrooke | Cursed (Once Upon a Time), Eventual Smut

Summary: Storybrooke has no library, and neither does Belle, not since the library where she worked in Boston discovered her past as an inpatient at a mental hospital. Taking her future into her own hands, Belle travels to Storybrooke where her intention is to open up the town library, but all does not go according to her plan. Obstacles and false starts, and diversion along very wrong pathways interrupt her journey toward fulfilling her dream, as well as taking her rightful place and becoming a part of the Storybrooke community.

Winner of the 2020 Espenson Award, Best Book AU.

Read previous chapters on AO3

Chapter 43 - Determination.

In comparison to how long it took Belle to fall asleep the night before, it took her almost twice as long to wake the following morning. She felt as though she were prying her eyes open with a wet noodle as successful as she was, which wasn’t very, and although she had mentally promised herself a bath for this morning, she decided it would be more prudent to take a shower. One she hoped would wake her up.

She also decided on coffee and not tea as was her usual habit, and set the coffee pot to percolate before heading back to the bathroom. As she passed through the bedroom on the way, she caught sight of the dress, hanging from the dresser door, and everything from the night before came flooding back.

The dancing, the anticipation for the lighting of the fire; the sudden rush of light and heat as the bonfire lit, reaching for the stars that seemed to burst overhead as the fireworks flew skyward. The touch of hands - Golds and her own - and the absolute certainty in her heart, in her belly, that the flicker of thoughts and images, the nonsense that raced through her mind as memory, were absolutely true.

“No,” she told herself aloud, even stamping a foot as her eyes filled with tears. “This is ridiculous, it’s all rubbish!”

She tore herself away from the bedroom, from the sight of the dress and into the bathroom, shedding her night dress as if it caused offense and stepping into the shower even before the frigid water had begun to turn warm, then hot. The captive tears fell, and her body shook with sobs she didn’t understand.

“We never met,” she told herself through the sobs, “Not until I came to Storybrooke, how could any of that…?”

She trailed off, standing under the cascade of water as she willed the thoughts away, as if she could slough them away with the soap she stripped from her body. She wouldn’t think about it any more. There were other, more practical; more worrying things she’d learned from Gold before the events of the festival.

She snapped off the water, and grabbed the nearest towel as she stepped out and began to dry herself, looking around as she did at the apartment that she called home, and felt comfortable and happy doing so. What would happen if the library apartment came to be owned by Jones? What would that mean? A less than forgiving landlord who would expect rent on the place separate from the rent she paid to Gold for the Library? Would he simply want her to leave and evict her, leaving her no place to go while he moved in his latest conquest? She had no idea where that thought came from, but it felt very close to the truth, at least in her eyes.

It was as though everything were coming unraveled again, and this time she would have to leave Storybrooke and find a new start somewhere else. Though the thought made her belly lurch again, it might not be such a bad thing to put some distance between herself and Mister Gold after all, but… what if she didn’t want to?

She growled at herself as she toweled her hair dry and chased herself round and round in circles with her thoughts. She needed to keep busy. She needed to stop herself from over-thinking everything and so, almost on a whim, she decided that she would open the library today after all, even if everywhere else stayed closed.

She wasn’t wrong about thinking that either. It was a bright, beautifully sunny day and so she propped the library doors open to give the place a good airing out. Through the opened doors as she stood at the circulation desk she could see the closed doors, and the lack of the usual foot traffic up and down the town streets. She opened the returns box, and checked in, repaired and shelved the books even before the first hour of the day was passed, and so her plan of keeping busy to prevent herself from thinking was scuppered even before it began.

She found herself standing at the circulation desk, idly making notes on a blank piece of paper, of all the places she might try to start over in much the same way that someone might doodle as their mind wandered. Most places were on the East coast, but a few were flung further afield, even to foreign countries.

“Miss Belle?”

The voice made her jump, and on instinct she dropped the pencil and screwed the sheet of paper into a ball in her hand, ashamed that she’d even been contemplating leaving Storybrooke, let alone making a list of where to go.

“Paige!” She gave the girl a smile, which the girl returned, but the smiled did not even get close to her eyes.

“Surprised you’re open today,” Paige said, and she even sounded glum. “I can stay though, if you need me.” Belle shook her head, about to tell the girl that she really didn’t need the help today, but before she could utter a word of it, Paige went on. “I don’t mind the hard work, nor the dirty work, you know I don’t. I can—”

“Paige, it’s all right,” Belle told her kindly, and then came around the desk to gently cup her fingers around Paige’s cheek. “I know you’re an excellent worker, it’s not that I doubt that - ever. It’s just that there really isn’t anything to do. Even I’m bored.” As if to both prove her words, and to hide what she’d been doing she held out her hand containing the crumpled paper and showed the ball of it to Paige before using both hands to be sure it couldn’t be easily opened and read, before tossing it into the trash can in the corner. “But you’re more than welcome to stay and read… if you’d like. Actually I’d like the company.”

Paige smiled, genuinely this time, and threw a hug around Belle’s waist before a murmured ‘thank you’ accompanied her footsteps toward the quiet corner. The smile fell from her face a moment later, though, when the heavy tread of Miss Trude, rolled like thunder over the library entrance.

“I thought I might find you here, my girl,” she virtually spat in Paige’s direction. “Shame on you, with so much to be done.”

“Excuse me—” Belle began, but Trude paid her no mind, riding rough-shod over both her words, and Paige’s obvious fear.

“It’s not like that, Miss Trude,” the girl began, “You always tell me a girl has to keep her promises, and it being Saturday, I—”

“…Dare you quote my own words back at me!” Trude snapped. “Get you home, right now, and see to your family, and your chores.”

Paige practically dropped the book she had been holding ready to read, and fled from the library even before Belle managed to find the words to reassure her, to stand up to that bully of a neighbor.

“And you!” Trude rounded on her. “You just keep your nose out.”

“Now, just a minute!” Belle spluttered with all the indignation of the last few weeks, but Trude ignored even that, and with her nose in the air, turned and stomped out of the library twice as loudly as she had entered.

Belle stood for a moment almost reeling and uncertain what it was she had just witnessed, but the more she thought about it, the more she grew uneasy, and the more her unease grew, the stronger her determination - in spite of Trude’s warning - to find out just what was going on. She nodded and then, before she could second guess herself and change her mind, walked around the circulation desk, and used the computer to look up Paige’s address which she scribbled on a piece of paper that she slipped into her pocket. She grabbed the sign that she had taken off the library doors scant few hours before, and affixed it to the doors again. Then, she took a deep breath, locked up the library, and set off toward Paige Grace’s house. She was determined that she would speak with her parents and get to the bottom of everything once and for all.

It wasn’t far, and after only a few twists and turns she found the street and started down it, looking for the number on the mailbox or the door. When she saw the tumbledown excuse for a dwelling behind the number 117, first she gasped, and then double checked the number she had written for Paige’s home.

The yard was overgrown, wild with weeds and in among them hints of broken pots and other discarded household items; a wooden chair, one of its legs broken and tied together with twine sat propped up against the peeling blue siding that covered the front of the house, and - Belle feared - hid a multitude of sins beneath. There were cracks in one or two of the windows, and all of them were dirty, grimy as though they hadn’t seen a cleaning cloth in years. Several of the shingles had come loose from the roof and were hanging precariously from gutters that seemed stuffed with leaves and debris, and Belle loathed to think what it was like in the rain. In fact, it looked as though the two storey building should have been condemned many years ago.

She was not, generally, one to judge, but Belle couldn’t help but wonder what parent in their right mind would let things get so bad when there were children involved, and with a breath, she set off down the broken path towards the front door, resolute in her intent to discover Paige’s sorry situation, and hopefully, to help.

Stopping on the porch that was broken underfoot, she raised her hand and knocked.

#rumbelle #cursed storybrooke au #slight au #UST #eventual smut #the library beneath the clock tower #The Bookshop on the Corner

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deepdarkwaters · 5 years ago

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Finger sucking, thigh biting, very tiny underpants Hartwin filth

Eggsy unfastens the ribbon and flips up the cardboard lid, eyeing the four eclairs lined up inside like perfect little jewels. "So what's what?"

"Dark chocolate and Earl Grey," Harry says, fingertips hovering over each in turn. "Raspberry and rose. Blackberry cheesecake. Salted butter caramel."

"They're so pretty," Eggsy croons in the same voice he uses when he's praising a passing stranger's extremely tiny dog, then looks vaguely embarrassed with himself and laughs a bit, taking a self-conscious swallow of beer. "Almost don't wanna eat these, seems rude to put your mouth all over art like that. Like sucking off the David statue for instagram."

"People don't do that, surely?" Harry asks, fascinated and horrified, caught somewhere extraordinarily painful between being disgusted at the idea of such sacrilege and knowing he's still going to spend the next several nights picturing Eggsy getting off with a very pale giant now the idea's been planted. Eggsy just grins and shoves the box closer to Harry.

"You pick first."

"No, you, I insist. They're a gift, after all."

"Yeah, but how am I meant to choose? They're all fucking masterpieces." His hand hovers over the box for a moment, fingers twiddling in a way that makes Harry wonder whether he's doing a silent eeny meeny miny moe, then he carefully lifts the blackberry one, gives it a hungry inspection from every angle, and takes a bite. Pink cheesecake cream immediately oozes out of the sides, clinging stickily to his fingers and thumb, and he takes his merry time licking it all back off again making lush little mmm noises the whole way.

Harry stares very hard at the tiny print on the label of his beer bottle, willing the sweat at his temples to get back inside his skin and stop causing a scene.

"Oh my god it's actually cheesecake on the bottom, it's biscuit crumbs." Yes, Harry thinks despairingly, I can see that, your cursed tongue is chasing every single spilled one around and around your fingers. "You didn't have to go fucking nuts, I woulda been more than happy with some limp soggy Greggs offering."

"I've never been in a Greggs and I certainly don't intend to start now," Harry says, eyes still averted, although he can't block out the sloppy sounds of Eggsy's greedy tongue cleaning up the last of the spillage. "You deserve—"

He stops abruptly before he can embarrass himself further. So does Eggsy, hesitating with his first two fingers lodged in his mouth to the middle knuckle then sliding them out wetly, glistening with saliva and the last traces of leftover cream. "What?" he asks, giving Harry a bit of teasing side-eye and a nudge in the arm with his elbow.

"Nicer things than that," Harry manages.

"Well, first of all fuck you because Greggs is the actual bollocks and you're a snob." Suddenly Harry finds the eclair in front of his face, held up so close to him that his eyes can't focus on it and it blurs into a pinkish smudge. "Let's half and half these, I don't wanna miss out on any of them."

Too taken aback to do anything else, Harry obediently takes a bite of the eclair. Again, the filling oozes out the sides as the layers compress, coating Eggsy's sticky fingertips anew.

"Huh," Eggsy says softly, turning his hand this way and that, inspecting the mess of cream and crumbs. He's crept closer, the warmth of his leg pressed right up to Harry's. "You missed a bit."

Perhaps more than most people a Kingsman agent should understand the value of a good long hard think before you go barging into something foolish, but Harry's never really been very good at that sort of thing. He can fixate and fret as well as anyone, but still there's that impudent little gremlin somewhere deep down in his brain that springs shamelessly to life the moment it sees a monumental opportunity open up that didn't seem to be there before. It's the thing that gets him flinging himself up the outside of a house without permission to steal vital information. It's also the thing that makes him look Eggsy brazenly in the eye and suck both offered fingers between his lips.

Eggsy makes a beautiful, unspellable little noise in his throat. Voice trembling, very quietly, he says, "Good, right?"

"Wonderful," Harry murmurs, holding Eggsy by the wrist to turn his hand over and clean off every speck of cream with his ravenous tongue.

"You want some more?"

"Yes, please."

Eggsy gives a startled, hushed little giggle, as though he'd expected a different answer and is absolutely blindsided to have received this one. He squeezes the eclair gently in his other hand, scooping a fingerful of bulging cream filling from the side and bringing it back to Harry's mouth, where the flat of Harry's tongue meets the underside of Eggsy's finger and curves up on either side to lick it clean with a starving swipe. The sweetness and tartness of the blackberry cream floods his mouth—then Eggsy's tongue is there as well, it's his tongue that touches Harry's mouth before his lips do, which is such a beautifully backwards approach to a kiss that a galaxy of goosebumps shivers right up the length of Harry's spine to explode like fireworks in his brain. He sits perfectly still, unwilling to move in case it shatters this tentative little soap-bubble moment, and lets Eggsy explore him: Eggsy's tongue, careful and uncharacteristically timid, flickers tiny hesitant touches to the sugar traces on Harry's lower lip, and when he swallows audibly the shivering little breath he lets out after falls as warm as a kiss on Harry's mouth, although it's still not a kiss, not yet.

"Harry," Eggsy murmurs, then makes that shaky little laughing sound again when he feels the tip of Harry's tongue tracing the line of his cupid's bow in return. "I think we got it all."

"Yes," Harry agrees. Their noses bump gently. Eggsy sighs again, a quivering lovely hopeful little sound.

"I'm gonna sit on you," he says, then repeats it more decisively, his jaw set the way it is when he's talking himself up to do something brave out on a job. "I'm gonna fucking sit on you for a bit. Right on your lap."

FULL THING ON AO3 HERE

#kingsman #hartwin #harry hart #eggsy unwin #mine

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theleastcarefulofgamedevs · 6 years ago

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hehehehehehehehe ur turn. overshare pals

hehe im lov u ceec :)

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1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

water bottles and soda cans!

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

chocolate.... im lov it

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy!

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

hardworking, earnest, and honestly? they gave me too much credit ebagweaganegioawnegew

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

soda bottles!

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

somewhere between boho, goth, and grunge hehe

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones!

8. movies or tv shows?

movies,,

9. favorite smell in the summer?

you know that wet pavement smell after it rains? love that

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

dodgeball hehehe

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

nothin tbh. i don’t wake up early enough for it

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Writing Music! i made it hehehe

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring!

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

GUMMY BEARS AND JELLY BEANS

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

“A Child Called ‘It’“ by Dave Pelzer

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

cuddled up to someone in blankets,,, im lov anything with my s/o tbh

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

i have this beat up pair of blue slip ons that have bloodstains on em bc i got a nosebleed one day bwaeiugbaweugbaweubguaw

18. ideal weather?

post-raining, or like. just before it starts raining

19. sleeping position?

anything with my s/o or bein wrapped in like. a billion blankets

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

on my home pc in my room!

21. obsession from childhood?

dice and video games!

22. role model?

i know it’s gonna sound dumb but like. a lot of characters from media have influenced me a lot, like sans/komaeda etc. another one from my real life would be my aunt on my mom’s side!

23. strange habits?

i bounce my leg while listening to music or stressed,, that’s abt it. OH and i like twirling a small blanket around on my arm bc... acrobatics of sorts

24. favorite crystal?

amethyst, but anything clean cut and rounded looks rlly nice imo,,

25. first song you remember hearing?

the first day i remember in my life was christmas at my grandma’s when i was 4, so probably random christmas music ubwegebwgwebgoibgweg

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

sometimes when i get tired of sitting around at home i like to walk down to the dog park by my house!

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

cuddle,,,,,,,,,,, wrap up in a blanket with some freshly baked cookies n just. be there

28. five songs to describe you?

megalovania, medley rush 2 from the sonic rush ost, the promised neverland english op, metal crusher from undertale, metal scratchin’ from sonic rush

29. best way to bond with you?

just talk to me! im godawful at starting convos but i love talkin to ppl!

30. places that you find sacred?

every person’s room feels that way, as well as obvious places, like churches n whatnot. we went n visited my aunt’s old house so my mom could pick up some stuff and being in her room after she died in 2015 was just like. an emotion i can’t rlly describe

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

hoodie, trackpants, n sneakers hehe

32. top five favorite vines?

back at it again @ krispy kreme, ADAM, they were roommates, two dudes in a hot tub, my croissant

33. most used phrase in your phone?

either “be there soon” or “ily”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

none tbh. i don’t watch much tv so i don’t see ads often

35. average time you fall asleep?

either 10:30 or sometime after midnight. no in between

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

it was a rage comic

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

suitcase!

38. lemonade or tea?

lemonade, but i LOVE tea!

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

LEMON CAKE....

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

i was walkin in the halls with my friend and someone dropped a styrofoam cup of pasta on my friend’s head from the second floor awbegiuawbeguiawbguaewg

41. last person you texted?

the person who sent this ask heheheheh

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pockets!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

hoodie!

44. favorite scent for soap?

anything really, but i like whatever my s/o uses bc it would remind me of them!

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

fantasy!

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

underwear tbh. like. that and a tshirt or just underwear is the only way i can sleep

47. favorite type of cheese?

sensory issues say i have to hate all kinds of cheese outside of like. grilled cheese so let’s go with that/cheddar

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

dragonfruit!

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

GOD pretty much every quote from monomi or chiaki in danganronpa 2, but mostly “if you learn to love yourself, that love will continue to carry you for your whole life! love, love...”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

OH HERES A FUCKIN STORY OK so i was at my friend’s house with a bunch of others bc we were doin a sleepover type thing and we were eating raising canes in his attic at like 3 am and some guy high on like. 3 different drugs at once got impaled through the leg on his fence. nobody saw him but we knew he was there and the cops were there in like 3 minutes. that very same friend has some of the most wack stories ngl

51. current stresses?

just doing well in school and making sure my s/o is happy!

52. favorite font?

comic sans.......................... im sorry

53. what is the current state of your hands?

my palms b sweaty but my fingers are dehydrated tbh. typin

54. what did you learn from your first job?

work.... difficult

55. favorite fairy tale?

probably the princess and the frog!

56. favorite tradition?

christmas!

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

probably my most noteworthy traumas tbh. gettin therapy for em, too

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

writing, my ability to overcome obstacles, being able to help ppl as well as i can, and making friends fast!

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Not dead yet.”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Probably either shounen, romance, or moe,,,,

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“It’s a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids like you... should be burning in hell.”

62. seven characters you relate to?

sans, komaeda, makoto naegi, komaru naegi, toko fukawa, chiaki nanami, and chihiro fujisaki!

63. five songs that would play in your club?

they’d all be fall out boy tbh. that and videogame osts

64. favorite website from your childhood?

armor games hehe

65. any permanent scars?

i don’t think so? at least, not yet

66. favorite flower(s)?

roses and anything blue!

67. good luck charms?

my dice sets!

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

vanilla york peppermint patties... gross

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

pikmin in pikmin 1 who are underneath a bridge when it’s completed are killed because they get pushed through the ground

70. left or right handed?

right handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

probably the hellish bumpy pattern all teachers have all over their fuckin classrooms

72. worst subject?

math

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

chicken nuggets in milkshake... good. or frankly just like. cooked chicken mixed with anythin cold like ice or ice cream

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

like. 3 or 4

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i was eating a crunch bar and it fell out hehe

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

I WOULD DIE FOR FRENCH FRIES.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

any small blooming plant, like a single rose or flower!

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

hrm. coffee from a gas station tbh

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

NEITHER LOOK GOOD LMAO and i don’t have a driver’s license. that’s just like. a prediction

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

jewel tones!

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

lightning bugs!

82. pc or console?

either works but i spend more time on pc!

83. writing or drawing?

writing, but i like both!

84. podcasts or talk radio?

talk radio, but i love podcasts like TAZ or Critical Role!

84. barbie or polly pocket?

neither? but probably barbie bc it’s more well known? idk

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology!

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cupcakes all the way b

87. your greatest fear?

me being the last person i know alive. i’d rather die than outlive everyone

88. your greatest wish?

i hope that no matter what there is after we die, i get to be with the people that are most important to me.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

my s/o and family tbh

90. luckiest mistake?

buying danganronpa bweguowabguawebogbaweibg

91. boxes or bags?

boxes!

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights!

93. nicknames?

i go by wes, dev, bines, anything rlly

94. favorite season?

spring!

95. favorite app on your phone?

tumblr hehe

96. desktop background?

it’s the ddlc cast! it’s a greyscaled image of four of the events cut together and their eyes glow hehe

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

only one, and it’s my dads bc i have to call him every time i go to my grandparents’ hehe

98. favorite historical era?

probably the one we’re in now tbh, but like. also hate it

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elitemindshiphop-com · 3 years ago

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solarbird · 7 years ago

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talon sends a message

A local MS-13 cell made a very, very big mistake - they stole from a Talon research lab. Lena "Venom" Oxton and Amélie "Widowmaker" Lacroix go to retrieve the stolen goods, leave a message, and decide to bring along a lunatic with explosives just to make the point a little more emphatically. And also because it's fun.

This is the mission mentioned in Chapter 13 of Old Soldiers ("feeding the spiders"), and is canon in the on overcoming the fear of spiders continuity. But all you need to know really is that Lena and Amélie are both with Talon.

All dialogue in «chevron quotes» is translated from the Spanish. [AO3 link]

Venom laughed despite herself as the little truck with her bomb on it plowed into the garage and exploded, sending MS-13 enforcers flying for cover - at least two of whom were dead, and three of whom were on fire, which was, of course, absolutely hilarious.

"Steering's overrated!" she quipped in a terrible Australian accent, as she teleported after one straggler - finishing him with a single round of fire - and Amélie took the others before they even landed. That weird little Aussie's enthusiasm, she had to admit - it was contagious.

"Discipline, cherie," she heard in her comms, and snickered. Amélie's voice didn't entirely hide her own amusement, even if she did have a point. These guys may've been stupid enough to steal from Talon, but that didn't mean they couldn't be dangerous.

"Acknowledged," she said, in her best imitation of her spider's voice, before giggling. "No. No. Yes. Right. Discipline. You're right. These guys do have guns. Even if they don't seem t'be so good at using 'em."

Said weird little Aussie's voice joined in the mix. "You two sheilas always this much fun? IiiiiiiiiiiI love it! FIRE IN TH' HOLE!"

"Woah!" Venom had just enough time to jink away as one of Jameson's motorised tire explosives spun into the motor pool and detonated, briefly lifting the building up off its concrete-slab foundation. It stood just long enough for one survivor to come stumbling out the front door, before it fell, landing on said survivor with a flump, crushing him to death immediately.

"It's the little things..." said the explosives expert, and Venom giggled and giggled and giggled.

"Don't do that to the main building," came Widowmaker's voice, stern. "We have stolen material to recover."

"I know, mate - I'm a professional! That's why I did it here!" replied the Aussie, and she heard Venom laugh again.

Widowmaker shook her head from her vantage point in the trees above. Well, we needed to make a statement... "I see no signs of life. Are we all clear?"

"Think so, love," responded Venom, from the ground, snapping back to seriousness. "Nobody left but the bunker."

"Y'know," said the Aussie, "if whatever you're grabbin's not too fragile, I could toss one of those over their HQ, make an air burst. It's real disorientin'. They'll never know what hit 'em!"

That... thought the spider, ...is not a terrible idea.

-----

There they are, thought Venom, finding the last three guards hunkered down behind a metal desk. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, who'll be the last t'go? Oooh, they've got a turret!

"Got 'em," she subvocalised over comms. "End of my hallway. Three and a turret. Junks, back off, we need one of 'em alive."

"But I've got another rip-tire ready!" Jameson protested. "This one's a beaut! "

Venom glanced towards Widowmaker. "It would be hilarious..."

"No," said the senior assassin, flatly. "We can't risk collapsing the building. Jameson, stand down."

The junker made a little frustrated "nnargh!" sound over the comms, and Venom tried not to giggle - she could almost see him rolling his eyes and flumping down along the floor, instantly relaxed. The man could sleep anywhere, honestly.

"Jameson, if you like, you may blow up the building when we leave - but not before. Venom - I have them in my sight," said Widowmaker, as she brought tactical up, both for herself and in Venom's vizor. She snorted. "Too easy. I'll take the turret and disarm its operator. Venom, I'm sure you can handle the other two."

"Done and done," said Venom, and the two women leapt into action, Widowmaker silencing the turret and destroying its operator's right shoulder with a single round, Venom teleporting between the other two fighters and unloading one full clip from each pistol into each of their heads. Blood and viscera splattered everywhere as the last survivor dragged himself into the corner, panicked, trying, desperately, to grab his pistol with his left hand.

«Ah ah ah, none of that,» Venom said, smiling, pistol to his forehead. «You're our lucky winner! Don't be stupid, and you get to live.»

He dropped the pistol. Venom kicked it away, and backed off a bit. No reason to take chances. «Wh... wh... what do you want?» he said.

«Not much, luv - we just want our stuff back. That's all. Well, that, and a message delivered.» She looked back and grinned as Widowmaker walked menacingly down the hall and into view.

«What?» Already pale, he spotted the Talon insignia on Venom's collar, and went even paler.

«...don't you know who you stole from, luv?»

«Oh no.»

«Oh - yes. You stole from us. You seriously didn't know?»

«I swear, we didn't! None of us!»

«Fair enough. So, where's the stash?»

He shut his mouth and shook his head.

«Oh, do not be tiresome,» said the Widowmaker. «Let me guess - 'It's worth my life!'»

«It is! And my family's!»

«You don't think we know how MS-13 works, mate?» Venom fired a single round to the left of his head. «You don't got family close enough to care about, you took care of that - and we know it.»

«This is not a negotiation," Widowmaker said, gold eyes coldly fixed on the last survivor. «You tell us, immediately, and we bind your shoulder and leave you here, alive, to tell your compatriots what not to do in future. Otherwise, we will find it anyway...» - she looked around at the bloody mess everywhere - «...and I think our message is clear enough without you.»

«Bored now,» said Venom, raising her pistol to the man's forehead. «FIVE. FOUR. THREE. TWO.»

«BASEMENT! Hidden door.»

«Pathetic,» scoffed the senior assassin, as Venom smiled and flipped her pistol back away.

«C'mon, then!» The smaller assassin hoisted the man up off the floor, and he sucked in air, trying not to scream from the pain. «Let's get that shoulder stabilised, then we'll go get that door open together.»

«...together?» gasped the man, afraid.

«Aw, it's trapped? That's fine. You can disarm it for us!»

-----

"That," said Jameson, as he stepped down the gangway, "was a corker. You ever need anythin' else blown up, you just give me a call."

Widowmaker nodded politely, and handed Jameson the keycode to a small deposit box in La Barona. "I believe you will find everything to your satisfaction."

"Your reputation precedes you," said the Junker, and he handed Widowmaker a small gold token. "Courtesy of the queen 'erself!"

"An honour," the Talon assassin said, taking it into her hand and bowing, just a little, "Thank you."

Venom watched as the weird little Australian outbacker roared off on his motorbike. "Y'know... he reeks, but... I kinda like him."

"I think he is allergic to water," said her wife, stepping over to wash her hands, and the token she'd been handed, before removing her nose filters. "Certainly to soap. I can barely be in the same room. And not at all, with his partner."

"Hoo, got that right!" exclaimed Venom, as she set the flyer's air system on flush, before hopping over to hug her wife tightly. "Thanks, love. After all that Overwatch mess, and Morrison... this was exactly what I needed."

The elder assassin smiled, dried her hands, turned around, and held her lover tight before leaning back to kiss her gently on the nose. "Happy birthday."

#widowtracer #tracermaker #tracemaker #talon tracer #widowmaker #junkrat #venom #tracer #explosions #happy birthday #what if i wrote a road runner cartoon in the overwatch universe #overwatch #overwatch au #it's the little things #also on ao3 #i kinda love junkrat #he's such a happy lunatic

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sage-nebula · 7 years ago

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Mystic Messenger - Entry Six

And here we are once again with Mystic Messenger, the visual novel / dating sim that I downloaded on a whim from the app store because it was free and I was bored and am now way, way too invested in. The good news is, it sounds like some of you are just as invested as I am, so at the very least, I’m not alone in my suffering! And with that said . . .

Let’s get started!

So, this part of the playthrough (and I think it was Day Six? Pretty sure it was Day Six) begins with Jaehee having received a strange e-mail. Now, before you think, “oh, this is probably nbd,” I should inform you that this song was playing throughout the discussion of this e-mail, which never means anything good. (In fact, what it means is that Weirdo sent the e-mail, even though there was no way to know it for certain at this time. Like, the characters had doubts. I did not.) I understand that it can be kind of hard to see from the screenshot, but the e-mail was sent to Jaehee’s personal e-mail account, the logo is for something called Mint Eye, and the e-mail itself reads:

“One paradise.

The place where everyone’s happy.

The magenta of dreams and hope.”

So, you know, gibberish . . . except for the fact that this was sent by Weirdo, so you know it can’t be entirely harmless.

But anyway, there wasn’t much that either Jaehee or I could do about the e-mail, so discussion moved on from that to the one who could do something about it: Seven.

If you’ll remember, last time this liveblog ended on a rather worrisome note for Seven. Seven feels absolutely horrible about himself because he can’t complete his work for the agency due to the fact that he can’t focus (because of his feelings for me), but at the same time he also can’t find Weirdo, and on top of all of this, he is in denial / can’t accept his feelings because of the position he’s in, what with being some kind of secret agent and all. The thing about the RFA chat, however, is that messages can’t be deleted (as Jaehee found to her horror at one point when Seven refused to delete her gushing over Zen), and all of the members can read everything posted in the chat whenever they log into the app. Even if they didn’t participate at the time, they can still scroll back through and read them. And so with that said, Jaehee saw the conversation that took place between Zen and myself . . .

The “another task” that Jaehee is talking about is tracing the source of the e-mail that Weirdo sent. =( Everyone can tell that my babe is completely overwhelmed and just . . . afdjsklafdsafdsa Sevennnnnn

What do you mean, “even” me? What’s that supposed to mean? Have I not been comforting? Have I not been a good gf?! (Well, technically I’m not his gf right now because of his hang-ups---we all remember the heartbreak in the last entry---but still.)

“I think you are quite special to him” --- that’s better. =| I mean, honestly, Jaehee, I felt kind of dragged for a second there . . .

Anyway, after this conversation---okay, so I’m pretty sure that this was one of those times in which the guide I was following said that I was supposed to receive a phone call from Seven, but I didn’t, because I had to pay for the chat with hourglasses. Maybe it wasn’t, but either way, I ended up calling Seven myself, and---

He was singing this song about looking up at the night sky, and he said something like, “Star one, me one, star two, you two---” and then these were my answer choices, and I . . .

Don’t judge me, but I . . .

. . . I went with the second one. ... Look, I wanted to see what he would say, okay?!

And as it turns out, it worked out in my favor. :D MEANT TO BE. Unfortunately, at that point he got a signal that someone (probably Weirdo) was trying to tap the call, so he had to disconnect. Unfortunate.

This, though . . . ughhhh, so:

One thing I noticed from this point forward is that the answer choices often have two options for Seven: One that is more natural, and one that is grossly embarrassing. Out of the ones above, I’m sure you can tell which answer is grossly embarrassing. I mean, first of all, as a general rule, I hate the word “hubby”. It sounds so unbelievably trashy to me, probably at least in part due to the fact that it used to appear all the time in the Weekly World News satirical tabloids from my childhood as part of the advice sections, and I just . . . I don’t know, I associate that magazine with trash because of the time in my life in which I read it, and so the word “hubby” feels very low-brow to me, very . . . Jerry Springer, or Maury, if that makes sense.

So I already hate that word from the get-go and so I’m Offended™ that this game made me look at it with my own two eyes (and not only that, but gave it as an option for me to say, ugh, as if I would ever), but honestly, the grossly embarrassing answer choices are---I mean, on the plus side, according to the guide they pretty much all lead to a Bad End. This is good, because I really do not ever want to pick them, and now I don’t have to (and shouldn’t!) because they lead nowhere good. But the reason why they lead nowhere good, and also the reason they’re so horrible, is because---

Look. There is a time and a place for flirting. Earlier in the game I had a lot of fun picking the flirty answer choices, particularly because Seven played along and it was a fun time. But now we’re no longer in that fun time. Now things are Serious™. Seven is immensely stressed (for good reason!), and conflicted, and depressed. Not only that, but he made it pretty damn clear last time that he doesn’t want (or rather, feels like he can’t) be in a relationship right now. So pushing with things like this, acting like we’re married when we’re not even dating, is invasive, gross, and a complete disregard for his boundaries, feelings, wants, and needs. If I picked answer choices like that, it would show that his feelings as a person don’t matter to me in the least bit, that all I care about is getting what I want. So of course answers like this lead to a Bad End---of course they do. Not only do they sound obsessive and clingy (and therefore gross, like---seriously, ugh), but they also treat Seven rather callously and terrible in the process. We’re past the flirtationship stage for the most part, but even if we weren’t, Seven made it clear that he does not want to progress the relationship right now. That needs to be respected, and grossly embarrassing responses calling him “hubby” does not respect that in the least bit.

Anyway. Soap box that looks way too deep into this goddamn dating sim is over now. Time to progress with the story.

As it turns out, Zen had received the same e-mail that Jaehee did (as you could probably tell from the chat behind the answer choices), and I picked the second answer choice because, as just explained, I am not a gross person. Like with Jaehee, a conclusion was reached that Seven would be notified about the spam e-mail, and then the conversation shifted to everything Seven had said the night previous, because Zen wanted to talk about it, too. And what would you know:

Zen was actually a decent person for once. I was so impressed! I couldn’t help but think, wow, Zen is really turning himself around. He is developing as a character and a human being. He is actually making progress and is no longer being an obnoxious douch---

. . . Never mind, I take it back. And I made sure he knew just how Done™ I am with his nonsense, too:

NO MERCY. NO REGRETS.

Anyway, the next conversation (or at least the next one I have screenshots of) actually did feature my boy, and---

He’s trying to play it off as if everything is fine, but. =/ I mean, I know better because of spoilers, obviously, but I also knew better at the time because I knew better. Either way, Seven did his best to keep up appearances---

---literally. :D Lookin’ good, God Seven! (That’s not me being weird, that’s actually an in-joke in-game, which you’ll especially see in a couple screencaps. ;D) Also, can I just say how much I appreciate that he wears oversized headphones? Because I do, too. I literally never leave home without them. I feel under-dressed if I don’t have them. Seriously, MEANT TO BE.

On a completely different note, Jumin uses Urban Dictionary. I . . . I can’t . . . okay. You know, there are some things that are better to just accept. This is one of them. Okay. (By the way, the word / phrase they were talking about is “gap moe”.)

If you’ll remember my short posts from last night, you’ll remember where this leads. At the time I took these screenshots I didn’t know where this leads, but now I do and just . . . oh Jumin. Oh Jumin. In his defense he was really trying to do something good, but what he does . . . and how he uses the cat speech bubble to announce it . . . oh Jumin.

But that’s enough silliness. Now it’s time for SERIOUS TIMES WITH SEVEN™.

I’m pretty sure it was right after this chat that there was another Visual Novel Mode™ between Seven and Vanderwood. I only took a couple screenshots from this bit, but essentially what went down is that Seven isn’t even close to finishing his work for the agency. What exactly that work is isn’t specified, but according to Vanderwood they’re working for a client who is extremely dangerous, as well as extremely impatient, and the work is supposed to be finished by the end of the day (and has already been delayed several times). Seven tries to convince Vanderwood to stall their boss, which Vanderwood says is impossible due to how dangerous and impatient their client is, and how likely they are to end up dead if Seven doesn’t finish this work (which is why Vanderwood is being such a hard-ass about it). Vanderwood then goes on to give a bit of backstory in an attempt to motivate Seven, saying that they allowed Seven to continue working with the RFA because Seven was so young when he became an agent (how young was he? D:), but that Seven can’t let that interfere with his work, because it’s counter-intuitive anyway. After all, he can’t help the RFA if he’s dead. He has to live in order to do that. And, if that doesn’t drive the point home well enough---

---then Vanderwood will just tattle on him and get him locked up in a psych ward somewhere, what the fuck. >( Just when I thought Vanderwood might be decent, no, they remind me that they are not.

Baby, no. :( As you can surmise, Vanderwood’s little “pep talk” did nothing to actually make Seven feel better, not even in the least bit:

BABY. And if you think that things get better from there, then do I have news for you, because my next screencaps are of a call Seven made to me immediately (at least, I’m pretty sure immediately) following this VNM segment. He was worried, because of that aforementioned bad feeling, so he wanted to make sure everything was okay . . . and of course it is. But when I expressed worry over him, and what would happen to him:

DON’T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT, SEVEN.

THANK GOD I WAS GIVEN THIS CHOICE. (Well, “choice” since it’s the only option, but still. LET ME COMFORT MY BOY.)

YES I DO.

He went on a bit to talk about how he has worn all kinds of disguises for his job, and how that made people think that he just really likes cosplaying or crossdressing (which he kind of does find fun, he says, but it’s not really the point), and then he said this extremely #relatable bit:

SAME. In the cooler months, jeans + hoodie + headphones is pretty much my wardrobe. Seriously #meanttobe over here.

And then things got sweet, and kind of sad---

I said yes, of course, so---

BABY, YOU’RE NOT WEIRD.

Anyway, the call ended there. IIRC, Vanderwood was coming to check on him or something. I should add, by the by, that these phone calls are fully voiced. I really like the sound of Korean---it’s a nice language. And Seven has an excellent voice actor, too. I mean, none of the voice acting in this game is bad from what I can tell, but I really like Seven’s VA. He did a very good job conveying all the necessary emotions at the right times, a+.

But the call ended there, and as such it was time for a new chat, and---

Bahoo Mail, I’m . . .

And as much as I want to be all “Yoosung pls” about 2000 spam e-mails, honestly, that’s not surprising for a Yahoo knock-off. Yahoo is notorious for spam. But honestly, Yoosung, it is 2017, please switch to Gmail. (Or I guess it would be, like, BMail in this universe. BMail for Boogle. =P)

Yes, Zen, Seven’s jokes are funny to me, actually. He makes me laugh all the time when he isn’t falling into a downward spiral of despair and uncertainty. And look, Jaehee gets it. Get with the program, honestly.

You may remember a post last night I made about Yoosung freaking out while Really Intense Dramatic Music™ played. I can’t find a video that has the music on YouTube (a tragedy---it would really set the mood), but here are the screenshots:

So, as you may remember from my posts last night, Jumin called Yoosung’s mom and tattled on him about playing games all the time and not focusing on his studies, eating properly, et cetera. So Yoosung’s mom, concerned about her son, decided to come visit. Yoosung’s mom is apparently an accomplished superwoman who does everything and expects the same from Yoosung. Since she’s so strict, Yoosung feels like he has lost his freedom, and is understandably super upset about it. Tbh, I agree with him. If someone did this to me, I would be livid. (And the best part is that pretty much everyone in the RFA agrees that it was wrong lol, though to be fair Zen mostly thinks it’s wrong because he hates Jumin and everything Jumin stands for. Jumin could feed starving orphans and Zen would still find a way to be pissed at him for it.)

And speaking of Zen---

Couples that drag Zen together, stay together.

Zen goes on to ask Seven if he found out anything about the spam e-mail, and surprise! It’s not spam. Seven explains that Weirdo sent the e-mail, but that Seven was able to trace the IP address and now he has Weirdo’s physical location. (Which I get is true in context of the story, but in terms of how this sort of thing works in reality, is doubtful, particularly if Weirdo is also supposed to be good at hacking, like . . . Weirdo, did you not use a VPN? Or is Seven just that good? Hmmm . . .) And that said, Seven then goes on to say something rather alarming:

OF COURSE I AM, ARE YOU NEW? Gosh . . .

I brought up the fact that Seven has a lot of work for the agency---that he’s busy, because I mean, I remember what Vanderwood said from the VNM, even though my character obviously doesn’t. However . . .

WELL, HOW CAN YOU GO THERE BY YOURSELF WHEN YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT’LL BE THERE, HMM?? Sigh . . .

Zen offered to go as well, but Seven turned him down, too, and ended up logging off the chat. This is CONCERNING, but unfortunately there’s not a lot to be done about it . . . and at that point, there was another VNM with surprise guest . . .

WEIRDO! It for some reason didn’t occur to me last night, but occurs to me now as I look at this screenshot and type this---for Weirdo to know that Seven has traced him and is planning to go to that location, Weirdo must have been hacking the RFA chat still, seeing every message to pass through. CONCERN LEVEL DEFINITELY RAISED.

Special security system? Access key? . . . Uh-oh. Guys, I feel like I’m probably going to get kidnapped. Like, idk what he would want with me, but this . . . does not sound good. (And yeah, he doesn’t mention me specifically, but like, come on. We all know what apartment I’m in. This does not bode well.) Also, I have a strong feeling that the savior is actually Rika. (Like, I was thinking before that perhaps Rika was saved by the savior, but after what she said before, and now that she has the access key to the special security system . . . I’m thinking the savior = Rika. It’s her. She’s the Big Bad behind everything, calling it now, oh man.)

>:( Actually, forget about me. How dare he say those things about Seven? YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH SEVEN, WEIRDO? THEN YOU CAN GET OVER HERE AND TAKE IT UP WITH ME. I’LL WRECK YOU. I’LL DISABLE THE SECURITY SOFTWARE MYSELF, IDGAF. COME AND GET IT, DICKWEED. >:(

Unfortunately, I had no option to actually say that to Weirdo, alas. Instead, there were a few more chats, and tbh nothing too notable happened in any of them save for some more discussions about how Jumin called Yoosung’s mom to tattle on him:

At least the game lets me be honest.

But like I said, other than that the chats weren’t too interesting. However, we did get another VNM with Seven, and---

LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT THIS ANGEL. I ADORE HIM.

It turns out that Seven, inspired by Jumin’s messages, went ahead and made a robot cat to go with the robot puppy for protection. (The puppy is better, but I’m sure the cat is cute, too.) Vanderwood scoffs at this and calls it garbage (fuck off, Vanderwood), and at that point:

Well, I value your life. YOU’RE IMPORTANT TO ME, SEVEN. DON’T THROW YOUR LIFE AWAY. ;_;

I will literally, actually kill you, Vanderwood. Don’t fucking test me. I fit the “Violently Protective Girlfriend” trope to a T.

SEVEN, NO. T__T

Fortunately, Vanderwood doesn’t take the bait, although . . . I don’t think it has much to do with fortune. I get the idea that Vanderwood is like Seven’s handler, in that Vanderwood is a more experienced agent meant to keep an eye on Seven while Seven does the work, because Vanderwood can’t do it themself. I mean, it makes sense; both of their lives are on the line (as Vanderwood goes on to angrily remind Seven), so if Seven really can’t focus and can’t get the work done, then it would make sense for Vanderwood to go ahead and do it themself if they had the ability. But they don’t; Vanderwood can’t do it, so even though they threaten to turn Seven in, they really do not want to take that option because then the work doesn’t get done and the client goes ballistic. I can’t remember if it’s in this VNM or another one, but at one point Vanderwood explains that there used to be a rival agency to theirs that ended up disappearing because they (the rival agency) pissed off this client. The rival agency was one minute late and yet all of the agents from the agency are still missing, with one supposedly on the African continent with a limp. So it’s a pretty big deal, and Vanderwood is afraid, but Seven just . . .

Like, honestly, Seven, it’s fine. I’d rather Weirdo come find me than you get murdered because you didn’t finish whatever work it is you’re doing for the agency. =/ I can take care of Weirdo, you just take care of you.

My heart.

Uh, no, you heard something right. Step off, Vanderdick.

Maybe you don’t, because you’re an asshole, but Seven is an angel who deserves to have all the sweet relationships in the world. >:(

I mean, these are all valid points, but I still think Vanderwood is being a complete asshole in the way they’re putting this, particularly since at the end of it all they went on to say---

---as a threat to get Seven to work on the agency work again.

>( My earlier threat still stands, Vanderwood. I will kill you if you harm one hair on that boy’s head. SEE IF I DON’T. I especially feel this way because this conversation really upset Seven. Like, I checked his profile after this VNM, and

ASDFKASDFDSA. SHADOWED PROFILE PIC, NOTHING BUT ELLIPSES, LIKE . . . BABYYYY ;_; But the next chat wasn’t with him (iirc), and he hadn’t texted me, and he hadn’t called, and so I---

I didn’t take a screencap of it, but I remember that the answer choice I picked was “you don’t sound fine at all”, because he doesn’t, and I am worried. (The other choice was something like “no, I just wanted to hear your voice” which . . . again, time and place. That’s not as disgusting as some of the others, but it still shows a degree of selfishness that is so uncomfortable with everything Seven is going through right now. Just, no.) That answer choice---the “you don’t sound fine at all”---also included something about me caring about him, I think---or, no . . . that might have been the second one. Because after I said that, Seven kept reassuring that he’s fine, but at one point I said that I was worried because I care about him (true), which gave me this:

Sevennnnn . . . “I care about you as someone I have to protect” mmhm, mhm, okay. Sounds fake, but OK. I mean, take your time, no pressure, but like . . . mmmmmmmm.

There must have been some irrelevant chats in there somewhere, but I don’t have screencaps of them. What I do have screencaps of is the next chat with Seven, and I actually screencapped the entire thing so you guys could see it. This will be the one we end this post on (and I mean, this post is probably way too long as it is, but I had 179 screencaps so I’m not sure I can really be faulted too much over it), particularly since it feels like a good place to end this post rather than a place to start the next one.

So with that said, prepare for some serious emotional pain:

I should note that I’m pretty sure the opposite choices here were less grossly embarrassing and more dickish . . . or maybe there were three choices, with one grossly embarrassing one (things like “come save me sweet hubby~” and other trashy nonsense), and one dickish one (“I feel so scared because you can’t do anything” and things like that). Either way, obviously I picked the right ones. And the thing about this is that, to be honest, my natural tendency is to pick the right ones anyway, but I still keep double-checking against guides since I’m so paranoid I’ll pick the wrong one by mistake (and there is a chat later on with Yoosung where my natural tendency would be to pick the asterisked choices, which give me a Bad End for reasons I can’t understand, so . . . I guess it’s better safe than sorry). So I do feel a bit good about myself, that I am naturally inclined toward Seven and know to pick the right choices anyway, but at the same time I can’t help but second guess myself and check the guide anyway, orz.

Also, V, what are you doin’. (And I missed a screenshot, but Seven had just gone on to say that he left V a voicemail and that V would no doubt call once he had service and could receive it.)

Baby, yes it is. And even if it’s not, it’s not your fault and you ARE “good enough”, I just . . .

“It’s not you, it’s my agency.”

“did we ever have any kind of relationship” --- mfw:

“but even those [conversations] are pointless for me” just adds to the heartbreak gif above, but I can’t in good conscience post it again when he’s talking about the dark place he’s in, but just---not even a friendship? Really? We didn’t even have a friendship?! I . . . feels bad, man. FEELS BAD, MAN.

I’m not sure what happened with that answer choice they gave me. The first half is fine, but the second half . . . sometimes the translation in this game is . . . not the greatest.

But what Seven goes on to say . . . Seven . . .

Too late. I already do think you’re such a good person. There’s no going back from this now. I’m in too deep.

tf does that mean.

YOU DO DESERVE TO BE THANKED, AND LOVED, AND PROTECTED, AND TAKEN CARE OF, AND ASDFJASKDFDSAFDSAFDSA.

So anyway, my entire heart was crying after this conversation. But if you want to know what happens next, you will have to stay tuned, because this post contains ninety screenshots (and there are 89 left to go). That’s more than enough. So this one will end here, and we’ll pick up again in Entry Seven. Stay tuned.

#scrawlers chats with a mystic messenger #MY POOR BAB SEVEN #I WANT TO HOLD AND PROTECT HIM #MY HEART IS CRYING #SOMEONE (preferably me tbh this game needs to allow me to) SAVE HIM

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rubiaryutheroyal · 8 years ago

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MGSV Story Study Sequel

@aireyverkhovensky submitted:

hey rubia are you feeling ambitious

(i’m kidding, i just want to know about the little comics and charts included, not the huge walls of text!)

Thank goodness. I sure wouldn’t want to have to explain the entirety of MGSV’s story here in one post. It’s an in-depth analysis of the story, characters, plot, etc., compiled into 73 pages, counting table of contents and preface.

As it goes without saying, spoilers abound. Also, a few mentions & pictures w/ adult themes, but nothing explicit.

Sorry that it took so long. I couldn’t find the time to finish up until now.

P1: Cover

P2: Intro & argument for why BB didn’t betray Kaz or Venom

P3: Table of Contents

“The (Grossly Oversimplified) Character Relationships Chart 1”

Top box: main characters of this game

They all love BB and want to help him.

But M. Zero calls BB “his possession”, and BB: ((((;゜д゜)))) -> ( `;ω;´ )

So they all want Zero dead. (bottom right: only Venom is playable, so he doesn’t know that Zero is directly involved in the story)

And Zero wants them all dead. (bottom left: while another Snake is being made, Miller’s plan is to “get” Jack as he’s killing ’em)

left note: Code Talker is Zero’s henchie, and so was Huey until he got jossed.

P5 - 6: MC introductions

“The (Still Somewhat Complicated) Character Relationships Chart 2”

top: TPP is about Venom tracing back to BB’s last mission. MGS3 ended with killing The Boss. Venom’s version of The Boss is Kaz.

Zero: “Crush them all”

BB, Ocelot –blue–> Kaz: has to keep this guy alive (hence why his limbs are cut & eye scarred, as per Zero’s objective…)

Venom –red–> Kaz: “Kill” // Zero’s final objective succeeds //

Skull –green–> Venom: Since Venom catches onto him, Skull has no choice but to kill him (he’s sad, since they’re supposed to be allies) -> Expecting Venom knew about the source of the vocal parasites, he had to kill him anyway… Once he learned the truth, all was good.

BB –gold–> clash: “Stop that”

BB – Venom: precious friend, lover

BB – Skull: from bottom of heart, want to be bros

BB, Ocelot –gold–> Skull: keeps him alive, get Zero’s whereabouts from him “I’ll leave it to you.” “John’s counting on me, I’ll do my best!!”

BB –green–> Kaz: doesn’t want to worry about the truth

BB –red–> Zero: trying to find where Zero is to kill him

bottom: “But Ocelot doesn’t do anything this time?” you’d think, but he may actually be moving behind the scenes.

P8 - 10: Facts & FAQs about Skullface

P11: Eli

P12: Sahelanthropus

P13: What Eli has to do with it

P14: The whole lotta digs on Kaz (following pages are numbered by these questions)

P15 - 20: 1. Venom

P16 - 20: Ties b/w Chico’s reports in GZ & TPP’s untold scenarios

P17, right: shojo manga depiction of angst comfort

P20 (on character relationships by distance):

Kaz: Hey! This isn’t some kind of ero corner! Why are we heading for this kind of horror? And the background’s all pink!

Venom: It’s fanservice.

P21: 2. Soldiers (minor chars)

(right) Boy who ends up getting gang-raped

(left) Woman who completely crushes all TNK attempts at rape

P22 - 24: 3. Boss

P22, top:

(right) Quiet: Snake ♥

BB: …

Ocelot: ?

Quiet: Not you!

(left) Kaz: Boss ♥

BB: !

Ocelot: …

P23: Paz’s reports on Kazuhira Miller - “His adoration of Big Boss is obvious”

top panel: cigar (right) [true adoration] lights his cigar for him (left) [adoration…] ignores his attempts at lighting it

mid panel: way of calling (right) [true adoration] “Boss (respectful)”, “I’ll be there for you!” (left) [adoration…?] “Boss (resentful)”, “Zadornov disappeared again. Go find him.” “And get me a hooker while you’re on it.”

bottom panel: how they’d show off their bods (imagined) (right) [true adoration] “…Alright… If you wish, I’ll happily show it to you!” ”May I rest in your room tonight…?” (left) [anything but adoration] “Aw, Boss! You’ve been waiting on me? Well, I guess we can’t help it!” *strips*

A/N at bottom right: ^ What Paz imagined was probably like this

Paz: It was a report from the beginning of Peace Walker…

P24, center: Three-way deadlock

[T/N: For the top & bottom, I’m not exactly sure what scenes the author is talking about. What’s “MSF”? And some episode where Kaz & Ocelot are arguing…?]

Kaz: strong to BB, weak to Ocelot

Ocelot: strong to Kaz, weak to BB

BB: strong to Ocelot, weak to Kaz

BB -> Kaz: says whatever

Kaz -> Ocelot: ‘fesses up

Ocelot -> BB: loyalty & adoration, “John’s the best”

P25: 4. Liquid

Meryl: Hey! Stop messing around! Ahaheehee! What, you call this torture!? This is just sexual harassment! *blah, blah, blah*

Ocelot, Liquid: (Shut up already…)

A/N, bottom: Captive female soldier, “Quiet”-type

P26: 5. Zero (imagined)

[Setting: Kazuhira Miller, age 12]

Zero: You may not know this, but it’s a Japanese school uniform.

Paz: (What the heck is this play…?)

[T/N: Namely, it’s a uniform for boys. The author goes on to explain the episode about Paz and Zero’s wiretap.]

P27 - 32: More FAQs about Zero

P27

Zero: Look, Jack~ It’s (my and) your kids!

BB: Waaaaaahh!!

A/N: So he filled up his entire bedroom with flowers to cleanse himself of the dream.

P29-30: Seeing BB x Kaz from BB’s & Zero’s relations

[T/N: I guess this is a scene that happens in-game, where BB tries to snap his neck, but decides against it?]

P33 - 34: comics

P33: “I thought a ‘sauna’ was like this”

Swan: Oh, while we’re using the soap, let’s add the vihta too. Okay, Armadillo, if you please.

*Now you can slap the subcommander on the ass*

Kaz: Whoa, wait a sec. It’ll make me seem like I’m in a S&M relationship…

Swan: Huh? Did I get it wrong?

Gazelle: But wouldn’t it be great to **** the boss?

Elephant: Right to the sexual harassment!

Puma: The boss is **** so wouldn’t **** **ing her be ********?

Dolphin, Cotton Mouse: *w*

Puma: Besides, ****… and then ** and *****…

Kaz: Stooop! This game is rated CERO C!

Armadillo: (Women are so rough…)

[Ending]

???: Clean the sauna for a year.

Kaz: Yes, sir…

Elephant, Puma: (He’s done for.)

Gazelle: (I guess he won’t.)

Swan: (Thank God I don’t have to clean the sauna! Lucky break!)

[Thinking about it, women on the battlefield wouldn’t be so weak.]

P34

Venom: When will I get to see Kaz’s smile…?

Kaz: *mmph*

Quiet: *push push*

Venom: What, Quiet? Huh? Those are…

Kaz: Ahahahaahahahahaaahaha!!!

[Electric tickling rods] * used by Ocelot

Kaz: *huff huff*

Venom: I didn’t mean by force… And he’s not used to it, so using those shock rods can be dangerous.

Quiet: Okay.

Kaz: Ahahahaahahahahaaahaha!!!

[Analog tickling rods] * used by Ocel…

Kaz: Damn it! Stop tickling my nipples!

Venom: Hehe. (Quiet’s making a calm face, but maybe she’s got a grudge…?)

[Boss smiled. Mission complete.]

Kaz: Hey, wait. Why are you ending this like it’s a happy ending? Hey!

P35-36: Quiet

P36: On Kaz & Catherine

(lower right)

Kaz: “That’s no way to treat your mother!”

??: “Ah, it’s fine.”

Kaz: “Dear!”

[Parents]

[T/N: below is a quick chart of their relations]

P37-46: More about Eli

P43

[End of chapter 1] * screenshot trace

Kaz: (I have the feeling it’s not over yet…)

P44

[Zero.]

Zero: (I’m watching you…)

P47-50: Review/Summary

“MGSV’s story is full of misleads and false info to trick the players, and this is the real S3 Plan (MGS2).”

[T/N: Welp, I wouldn’t have been tricked because I’ve been lost since the first page. :D ]

P49: “VR Boyfriend”

Genre: virtual reality boyfriend simulation Developer: Illusion

A/N: So MGSV:TPP has been from Zero’s point of view.

(just below) “Become Venom Snake and get real close with Miller!”

*insert facts about Kaz*

Zero: We can have a spiritual conversation!

Skull: Leave it to the Major to keep up with the latest tech. (This eroge nerd is hopeless. Use it properly already…)

VR Snake: >_<;

P51-64: references & homages made in-game

[T/N: There is way too much to cover here, so I think I’ll just skip over all the text and some comics. I’ll list the names of the sources, though.]

P53: Berserk

P54: Silent Hill 2, Blade of the Immortal

P55-56: Siren

P56

Kaz: Boss, Ocelot shot me in the face.

Ocelot: Don’t give them the wrong idea!

P57-64: Yakuza

P59: [T/N: Apparently in the JP version, when Venom puts on the Golden Armor, he starts talking in Kansai dialect.]

P60: [T/N: I feel like I’m missing a lot here, since I don’t know much about the Yakuza series, but it’s basically the characters from each swapped into the other game.]

P65: “No Way He Wouldn’t Finish Manga With That Moe Poster in DD’s Lounge”

Kaz: Hm? What, you like manga, Ocelot?

(books) “Weekly Shonen: Champion” “Japanese for Beginners”

Ocelot: I’m only reading them to better understand other countries’ culture. But, these ‘mangakas’ come up with some interesting ways to capture other people’s attention. (Hmph. This is for kids.)

By the way, did you find the next issue?

Kaz: Oh, the series I was reading ended, so I didn’t buy it.

Ocelot: What!? Don’t screw with me! Go get it already! NOW!! GET GOING!!!

Kaz: So you are addicted.

[20 years later, roleplaying]

Ocelot: L-Liquid! I beg of you!! My hand! My haaand… My right hand Liquid has been captured–! I wasn’t betraying the Patriots! It was Liquid’s fault!

Zero: What!?

Snake: Liquid!?

AI: Liquid!?

Wolf(?): What.

P66-70: More on Liquid & Ocelot, spanning MGS1, 2, 4

P71: Character relations across the games

P72: MGR: SOLIS & Kaz?

P73: Conclusion (feat. pun with Peacewalker, how Kaz ties into everything, and extras with Hideo Kojima)

And with that, I am officially done with this post. Not done like “I’ve covered everything I could”, but done like “My brain needs rest”. Thanks for your submission…

#i translate #metal gear solid #aireyverkhovensky #submission

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nedflames · 4 years ago

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My thoughts on "Random" humor (motivated by Danny's last video, of course)

In college, I learned about this theory of humor called "benign violation" which explains that a joke needs to surprise the audience (violation) but it also needs to stay within certain boundaries so it doesn't go over heads or anger an audience (benign). There needs to be a balance.

There is also a theory of "tension and release". Jokes need build up (tension) and then they need a punchline that sparks shock and laughter (release). That's why comedy is so close to horror (tension of fear that sometimes stays or can be released by shock, conclusion, or laughter). I'm gonna make this sexual, because why not, but it's also why comedy is similar to an orgasm; there needs to be a peak of tension that gets rewarded with catharsis (what the French call "La Petite Mort" aka "The Small Death"). The act of laughter, not always spurred by a joke becuase laughter can also come from fear or stress, is the body's way of releasing tension. There can be no release WITHOUT tension.

(I really wanna carry on about how comedy and horror can use this tension and release to combat cognitive dissonance in an audience. Like, they provide comfortable space for being uncomfortable and that's a powerful way to communicate certain social/poltical ideas both for the good or the bad. Comedy and horror, like rhetoric, are AMORAL tools of communication/art and can be used to dismantle social/poltical dogmas OR support them. This is one of the many reasons why I wish people would respect comedy and horror as art forms because as soon as we value them enough to analyze them we can use them for good and understand how they ARE used for bad. I just had to say all of this irrelevant stuff. I HAD to.)

Guava's problem is that he thinks he's reaching for the violation side of the "benign violation" spectrum but in reality he's abused it so much that the violation has become benign. That's how "random XD" humor works. Another problem with that brand of humor is when someone thinks they're being funny because their punchlines are "shocking" but when punchlines are too inaccessible and weak they're just too benign. There is no build up of tension so there can be no release.

Good random humor should be used sparingly or else it loses it's violating/shocking nature. And good random humor needs to be accessible to an audience.

(Here's where I should've ended the rant but keep reading if you want to see this spiral into some philosophical/ethical stuff)

Of course this all hinges on one thing I've been mentioning a lot: audience. Humor, like all art forms, is subjective. What is benignly violating to one audience can be too violating or too benign to another audience. Guava's audience is very young and...well, stupid. Young and stupid enough that they can't grasp comedic concepts past "I just said the word CHEESE loudly aren't I a silly goose??". So, they may find his content funny because they don't have the critical thinking skills or cognitive powers to want anything more challenging from their entertainment. It's all mindless nonsense.

Which is...bad imo because children should be exposed to content that DOES challenge them in some way (hell, EVERYONE should be exposed to content that makes their brain interact with it). Am I saying we shouldn't enjoy some mindless content every now and then? Absolutely not. But I think if that kind of content is all that a kid watches then that's fucking damaging to their cognitive and critical thinking skills.

Hate to get all Frankfurtian here, but anti-intellectualism is rampant in the U.S. and that's PARTIALLY because we're too comfortable consuming mindless art, we don't value art, and we don't interact with art in meaningful ways. If we aren't thinking critically about art, if we aren't interacting with it, that makes us so much more susceptible to negative propaganda (propaganda is also amoral, guys). It numbs our brains, turning them to on/off switches instead of the mechanical wonders they should be. We cannot let this keep happening. We can't let children have their brains get destoryed by mind-numbing media.

While the Frankfurts were hella classist with their views on high vs low art, they had some good fucking points! (Look at the state of the U.S. after we voted for a fucking celebrity who relied on ignorance to get where he got.)

Kids should not be consuming mindless content! (At least mindless content should not be in their main diet! It should be equal to like...a snack every once and a while.)

Wow, I did not expect this rant to go in this direction but here we are. It started off as a rant about comedy and turned into a rant about the moral issues behind mindless children's content. It got REAL soap-boxy up in here. Oh well!

#moe's soap box

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lalka-laski · 4 years ago

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What did u have 4 dinner last night?: Moe’s. That I ended up vomiting in the parking lot of my apartment as soon as we got home. FUN TIMES!

Do u own a rolling pin?: Nope. I just use a bottle of wine anytime I’ve needed a rolling pin.

What’s your ideal indoor temperature?: The colder, the better for me. Low 60s is my ideal, but Glenn claims he’s “freezing” so we settle for around 65 I think.

Does your kitchen have a theme?: The color scheme of most of my linens and appliances is a cheerful yellow. But no, otherwise there’s no theme.

Where did u buy your tennis shoes?: We call them sneakers. And I don’t really wear them. I think I have one pair of Nikes (?) that I use for working out but they don’t get much use clearly :P

What cylinder is your vehicle?: I don’t have a car

Are u a pack rat?: Not really. I’m a minimalist and I like to have as little belongings as possible. The only exception are sentimental things- usually handwritten cards and letters, and photographs. Those I always save.

What’s the grossest thing u have found in your food?: Hair is always disgusting

Are u a flip flop lover?: Oh yes! Though my top choice is just to be barefoot.

What namebrand dishwashing liquid do u use?: Dawn or Ajax I think

Do u like ice cream sandwiches?: Actually, no. Unless it’s the cookiewich kind. I fuck with those.

Do u prefer hard or soft shell tacos?: Soft.

How do u like your popcorn?: Super salty & buttery!

Last thing u bought at a grocery store?: I bought some diet ginger ale & deodorant from Target the other day

Fave show on Nick @ Nite?: I don’t watch it anymore (if it even still exists?) but as a kid I loved The Brady Bunch and I Love Lucy. And as an adult I always love me some Full House.

Ever worn a flower in your hair?: Mhm

Name 5 random things in your kitchen?: -A flamingo tape dispenser -A tupperware container of slime -Approximately one million empty wine bottles that I haven’t taken to recycling for some reason? -3 teeny-tiny loaf pans that I mistakenly ordered online thinking they were normal sized (I don’t know what you could possibly use them for, they’re SO small!) -A little plastic baby that I won from a king cake on Mardi-Gras. It’s good luck!

Name 4 things in your fridge?: -Diet ginger ale -Boxed wine -Leftover Chinese food -Vegetables that have since expired because we always forget to eat them

Name 3 things in your meds cabinet?: -A box of Disney Princess band-aids -Teeth-whitening strips -Various forms of heartburn/acid reflux meds

Name 6 things in your family room?: (I’m gonna use living room for the sake of this question since I don’t have a family room)

-An overflowing bookshelf, and dozens of other shelved books waiting for a home -Way more gaming systems & games than I ever wished to have in my home (thanks, Glenn <3) -A massive David Bowie portrait -Tons of throw pillows (I’m desperately trying to add pops of color) -An aloe plant (real) -A lavender bouquet (fake)

Name 3 things in your bedroom?: -3 really cool pieces of artwork that have yet to be hung on the walls -The pink teddy bear Glenn got me for Valentine’s Day, appropriately named “Valentine” (pronounced Valen-teen) -Fairy lights

Name 3 things in your yard?: i don’t technically have one. But on the lawn/courtyard of my apartment complex there are trees, bushes and various plants

Name 2 things in your bathroom?: -Flamingo soap dish -Framed positive affirmation that reads “I hope you feel beautiful today”

Do u have a web cam?: On my chromebook, yeah.

What surgeries have u had?: I had my tonsils and seven teeth removed. Just not all at once :p

What health problems do u have?: Acid reflux/GERD, anemia, and too many mental health problems to list.

Do u have an IPOD?: Not anymore

Fave namebrand of water?: Poland Springs

Do u have a trampoline?: Nope

Fave color of cottoncandy?: Pink & blue!

Last hot beverage u drank?: I’m drinking decaf coffee right now

Last cold drink u had?: Water

Ever been to Dollywood?: No but that sounds fun

Fave horror movie?: I can’t do horror movies anymore. I got enough nonsense going on in my head and I don’t need to add to it.

Fave chick flick?: Legally Blonde is my favorite movie of all time. But chick-flicks are my favorite genre so I could list dozens more

Do u like cilantro?: I might be one of those rare middle-of-the-road people. I know cilantro is a very polarizing subject but I don’t have a strong opinion on it. I don’t mind it, but I don’t love it.

Fave Bath & Body Works scent(s)?: For body products I live for Lavender & Cedarwood, Eucalyptus Tea and Honolulu Sun (coconut). And for candle scents OH LORD so many... Champagne Toast, Rose Water & Ivy, Hibiscus Waterfall, Eucalyptus Rain, Crisp Morning Air, White Winter Woods, French Lavender, Bergamot Waters, Winter Sage, the list goes on.

Do u like to sleep in?: It’s my dream come true

Describe your cosmetic bag.: I have several. But my favorite is pink with a pop-art portrait of Princess Aurora. It’s so me!

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